#globe light fixtures

[cccarolineraynerrr]

Kitchen - Dining A large transitional l-shaped kitchen design example with a medium tone wood floor, brown floor, and tray ceiling is equipped with stainless steel appliances, an island, an undermount sink, white countertops, and shaker cabinets and white backsplashes.

[mrstheme6]

San Francisco Transitional Kitchen A large transitional u-shaped eat-in kitchen design example with a drop-in sink, shaker cabinets, white cabinets, granite countertops, white backsplash, ceramic backsplash, stainless steel appliances, an island, and black countertops is shown.

[izuminokamiis]

Dining in San Francisco

[trxangleboy]

Great Room Kitchen Photo of a medium-sized transitional l-shaped kitchen with a dark wood floor and a brown floor, shaker cabinets, white cabinets, granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, and an island.

[valkyriethemes]

Dining Room Richmond Large country medium tone wood floor kitchen/dining room combo photo with white walls

[casterofturnabout]

Great Room Dining Room An illustration of a medium-sized contemporary great room with dark wood floors and brown walls, a two-sided fireplace, and a plaster fireplace.

[thebestwaytoburnfatfast]

Transitional Living Room - Living Room Large painted wood floor and white floor living room photo in a transitional formal and loft-style with white walls, a regular fireplace, and a wood fireplace surround.

[whycolour]

Home Office - Studio Image of a mid-sized minimalist freestanding desk in a home studio with a light wood floor and a beige floor and no fireplace

[chinxe]

Bathroom in Houston Inspiration for a mid-sized transitional master white tile and porcelain tile porcelain tile freestanding bathtub remodel with an undermount sink, furniture-like cabinets, gray cabinets, solid surface countertops, a two-piece toilet and gray walls

[owlwithafringe]

Great Room Kitchen Photo of a medium-sized transitional l-shaped kitchen with a dark wood floor and a brown floor, shaker cabinets, white cabinets, granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, and an island.

[theamazingtutorials]

Houston Enclosed Living Room Mid-sized arts and crafts enclosed living room design with a dark wood floor, beige walls, a typical fireplace, and no television.

[seresinhangmanjake]

The One I Want: Part 4

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x plus size!reader

Summary: You're new in town and some guy named Jake is about to be your roommate. Being skeptical of new people keeps you lonely and uninterested in any entanglements, but Jake is desperate to change that.

Notes/Warnings: cursing, maybe. I don't think anything else. Sorry if there are typos.

Words: 1874

The One I Want Masterlist

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“Are you excited?” Jake asks as he hands you a cup of coffee. 

You take a sip and let the liquid run down your throat, then pull the cup away from your face to examine it. Your eyes dart from the caramel-colored drink to your roommate and back. He keeps getting it right, and you don’t know how. It’s as if you wrote the exact measurements of the contents of your usual coffee order on a sticky note and slapped it on the fridge so he had no choice but to memorize it. 

“Thank you,” you say. “And, yea…I guess so. It’ll be nice to have a reason to get out every day, but I have a feeling I'll be bored sitting around.” Which you’re perfectly fine with. A job is a job in your mind, and stumbling upon the gift shop across from the beach was convenient for both hirer and hiree. But Jake doesn’t need to know just how unfeeling you are toward your new job. You wouldn’t put it past him to try to unnecessarily cheer you up.

He’s done it a lot. At any hint of distress, you find him beside you. And as someone who finds themself lost in thoughts that allow anxiety or stress or pain to seep onto their face, it means Jake Seresin is often close. Which also means you are constantly at war with what your mind is willing to accept. 

There’s the suspicious part consuming most of your mind, telling you that people—men like Jake, especially—don’t go out of their way. Not for someone like you. But another itty bitty piece of your mind wants to believe Jake truly is this nice and caring. You wouldn’t hate to have that kindness in your life be a permanent fixture. 

Since you moved in you can’t deny that you rise each morning a little less worried about what the day will hit you with. And you know it’s Jake who has fueled that—indirectly, even. He has yet to comment on you or your body or your clothes or what you eat. Neither positively nor negatively. Though you do catch him staring from time to time, whatever he is thinking doesn’t leave his mouth, which is far more restraint than others have shown in the past. 

Jake shoves his hands into his sweatpants pockets and shrugs. “We usually take an hour for lunch. I could always stop by.”

“And do what?” You can’t hold back your snort, nor can you conceal the upturned tick of your lips. Your first smile of the day, light as it is, and Jake’s eyes fix on your mouth until you say, “Are you overdue for a new keychain or cheap beach snow globe?”

“I might be. Those snow globes are great,” he says with a grin, endearingly crooked. “You know, you shake ‘em around; snow goes all over the place.”

“Yes, I’m aware of how they work.”

“Well then you understand why I might want a new one,” he sasses, all but sticking his tongue out like a child.

You hum to hold back your laugh, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing you’ve started to find him funny in the last few weeks. Something tells you his ego doesn’t need it. Then, with your hand extended you pass him the mug and make your way toward the door to grab your purse off the nearby hook. “I’ll try to remember that. Thanks for the coffee.”

You are almost out the door, out of his sight and so close to gaining the distance you’ve decided you need from him, when he calls out to you.  “Hey, do you want me to pick you up at the end of your shift?”

The smile you’d finally let free from his earlier joke falls, and you swallow hard, suddenly wishing you’d had the money to keep the rental car you used to get yourself from one state to the next. Though you’ll have hours away from him for the day, and the days to come, Jake coming to get you when you’re likely drained from boredom will instantly ruin the mental fortitude you’re trying to regain. 

You’d never speak it into existence, but your new job benefits you in more ways than one. After coming up short on last month's rent, you’ll finally be able to put a dent in the money you owe him—because you are paying him even though he doesn’t ask for it—but you were also banking on the separation giving you the chance to get your thoughts and pulse under control. 

Anticipation has wormed its way into your daily routine lately. You wake. Wash face. Brush teeth. Dress. Think of Jake. Scold yourself for thinking of Jake. Itch to see him, for reasons you’d rather not focus on. Get pissed for the rapid beating of your heart. 

You don’t need it. Not the unexpected thoughts, not the chaos of your pulse, not the disappointment in yourself for failing to learn from previous experiences. Thinking of him too often will fuck things up and leave you worrying about much more than just Jake or his friends or the odd stranger paralyzing you from a sudden comment or snide remark on how you look. Before you know it, you’ll be digging into the front pocket of your suitcase for the final two notecards and tossing a coin. 

“It’s only a mile-long walk,” you say, praying the unsteadiness of your voice isn’t detectable through the wall segmenting hallway from kitchen.

“So?”

You sigh. Definitely not the answer you wanted. You don’t know how to respond. There’s no excuse on the tip of your tongue, so you settle on, “Have a good day, Jake. Go save the country or something.”

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You were spot on with that boredom prediction. Hours have passed and you’ve been forced to fill the time with menial tasks that might just be shrinking a few brain cells. Examining every item in the shop, counting every item in the shop, recounting the little squishy sea critter toys after a group of preteen girls lingered too long in that aisle. As someone so used to being on the move, each minute is slowly eating away you. 

With limited options, there are opportunities to let your mind wander and, eventually, you drift into your memories. When the urge to stop them arises, you’re shocked that you kick it back. And before you can talk yourself out of it, you’re grabbing a pocket-sized navy-colored notebook and a pen with a plastic seashell for a cap. 

A self-help book you’d skimmed a year prior suggested writing things down to process trauma and grief. The author-slash-therapist didn’t ask for well-detailed memories and feelings, but instead, a quick scribbling of the first things that come to mind. Despite how simple the task seemed, you hadn’t considered it. It seemed silly to relive the pain, to rip open wounds. Even poorly stitched wounds, you won’t deny, that left ragged and raised scars. You’d just been content with no longer bleeding. 

But recently, you’ve neglected a pulling; a string threaded and knotted into your heart with a force trying to tug it free from the confines of your chest. Though you know that would only serve one unenticing purpose, to demand you examine the organ and assess the damage time has worn into it, you don’t reconsider flipping open the cover of the notebook. 

With a free mind, you write down names, places, and towns. You write down words that were thrown at you. You write down the first time someone attacked your most vulnerable parts. And the things said and done that drove you out of one location and onto the next. You write until pages of white are filled with what could only be compared to an insane person's pastime. You write until another customer comes in just as the sun begins to fade. 

You feel her presence before you look up from the notebook in your lap, and when you finally do, you internally flinch at the sight. 

The pin-straight yellow strands of her hair reach a few inches below her shoulders, her lips are coated in bright red, and her eyes are enhanced with heavy dark shadow tones. She is tits shoved together, pushing cleavage out the low V of her camisole, and tight ass filling out tighter, dangerously short, shorts, and tiny waist a man could wrap his hands around and touch fingertips. She’s everything you avoid, and she pays you no mind as she makes her way to the mugs at the back corner of the store before heading for the t-shirts.

It’s obvious she entered with a mission when you find her not one minute later standing in front of you and setting the items on the counter. As you scan and wrap the mug and place it in the bag with the shirt, you don’t miss the similar words written across both cheap gifts. My Boyfriend is a Naval Aviator flows in cursive script over the chest of the shirt. My Girlfriend F*cks a Naval Aviator curves with the rounded shape of the mug.

You wonder if that boyfriend is one of Jake’s friends. Rooster does have a girlfriend and you have no way of knowing if this woman is his type. You kind of hope she isn’t. 

“It’s sixteen dollars even,” you mutter. 

She reaches into her cami and pulls out a twenty, slamming it down on the glass countertop that doubles as a display case for the slightly more expensive, yet still cheap, merchandise. The leftover four dollars are then shoved back between her push-up bra and breast. The bag is ripped from your hand and she promptly exits. 

That’s one way to end a first day, you think. At least it was one more thing to do with your time. Annoying kids, a notebook you’re not going to dare touch for a few days, and a woman with underlying anger issues who reminds you too much of your past. You deflate as you realize tomorrow is not likely to end up nearly as eventful.

Closing the shop is, thankfully, a quick process, because you’d like to make it back to the apartment before the moon and stars become your main light source. Walking home in the dark doesn’t suit you but you weren’t about to accept Jake’s offer knowing it likely wouldn’t stop there. First he’ll be picking you up, then it’ll develop into him dropping you off, then you’ll be hanging out with him and his friends every weekend. And then what? What good will any of that do you?

As it turns out, though, you don’t have a choice. 

Once the building door is shut and locked, you turn to find a black truck pulling up beside you. Your heart misses its next beat as fear grips you, but then you recognize the vehicle. The passenger window rolls down to reveal sandy blond hair, then green eyes, then sharp nose, then wide grin.

“You didn’t actually say no,” Jake says. 

Fuck. 

With a sigh and a roll of your eyes, you step closer, wrap your fingers around the car door handle, and pull. 

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A/N: ended up having to do something tonight, so this part came a little early. I hope you liked it :)

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[liaromancewriter]

Under The Mistletoe

Premise: Ethan Ramsey is not one to kiss anyone under the mistletoe, but he’s willing to make an exception just once.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,690

A/N: Finally starting to find my writing mojo again. Submission for @choicesficwriterscreations Holiday event, prompt "getting crush under the mistletoe", for @choicesholidays prompt "It's tradition" and for @choicesdecember2023 prompt "winter solstice". I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 63, prompt 3 (in bold) and Holiday prompt 1 (in bold)

I. Intern Year

Snow fell prettily outside, dusting the skylight above Edenbrook Hospital’s atrium with white crystals. Standing just inside the entrance under the glass dome, Cassie Valentine gazed in wonder at the snowflakes swirling above.

She felt like a figurine inside a snow globe and spread her arms out in delight. Giggling, she twirled on one foot and almost tripped when a masculine voice boomed behind her.

“Rookie, what are you doing?!?”

Ethan Ramsey stared at her askance, a bewildered expression on his face. He must have just arrived, for he was wearing a woolen winter coat with a bluish-gray scarf wound around his neck. Snowflakes dusted his hair.

She shrugged nonchalantly, unable or maybe even unwilling to explain. “The moment seemed to call for it.”

Ethan opened his mouth to, no doubt, make a cutting remark about the childishness of interns. But before he could say a word, someone bumped into him from behind, causing him to curse as coffee splashed on his coat from the to-go cup in his hand.

“Oh, Dr. Ramsey. Hi!” The woman beamed flirtatiously before her gaze trailed upward. “What a lovely coincidence.”

Cassie didn’t know the other doctor’s name, but she’d seen her around. She was a senior fellow in the Hem/Onc department and, Cassie thought, had a kind smile.

Ethan stared at the other woman waiting expectantly and then up at the mistletoe that an enterprising soul had hung from the light fixture just inside the entrance.

“Dr. Johnson.” He practically sputtered the name as realization hit, and his face flushed.

Cassie guffawed at Ethan’s sudden discomfort, swallowing her laughter with a loud cough when he shot her an annoyed look. She could practically see the gears in his brain working overtime to avoid kissing under the mistletoe.

Leaving him to handle his admirer, she rushed off before he could berate her for not showing a modicum of decorum. As she changed in the locker room, she wondered if he’d given in to tradition just to save face or made his escape.

Definitely the latter, she decided as she began her shift. Ethan was still a closed book at times, but she was absolutely positive about this. Doctor ‘Attraction is just a neurochemical response to close proximity’ Ramsey wasn’t the kind to kiss anyone under the mistletoe.

II. Second Year

Ethan didn’t know what it was about the holidays that made capable adults turn into horny teenagers. He’d already been accosted by nurses, interns and even patients under the guise of holiday traditions.

His brows snapped in annoyance. This would be so much easier if people didn’t automatically assume he was single. He’d already declared his relationship status to a few million people a couple of months ago. Did no one watch national television anymore?

As he headed to the elevator bank, he glanced warily at the ceiling for any signs of the offending plant and breathed easily when he found none.

Naveen had ordered all mistletoe removed from the hospital after someone filed a sexual harassment complaint. And yet, sprigs of mistletoe kept appearing with a message from someone calling themselves the Elf of Edenbrook.

The custodial staff had their work cut out for them, he thought, getting off the elevator at his floor.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ethan spied the new nurse from the fifth floor strolling toward him. She flipped back her red hair in a practiced move and thrust out her impressive chest. He pretended not to notice and increased his stride.

He sighed in relief when the glass walls of the diagnostic team office came into view, along with a familiar blonde head chatting intensely with Baz Mirani and June Hirata around the meeting table.

That was another problem with secret relationships. Couldn’t just kick people out of the office for alone time with his girlfriend.

Mirani saw him first and lifted a hand in greeting as Ethan swiped himself into the office.

“Good, you’re here,” Hirata commented unnecessarily to Ethan’s mind.

“Did something happen, Dr. Ramsey?” Cassie asked, accurately reading his body language.

“Nothing for you to worry about, Valentine,” Ethan kept his tone neutral as he joined the team, standing at the front of the table. “Just annoyed that people won’t stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.”

Mirani laughed good-naturedly, having heard Ethan complain about this before. “Did the Elf of Edenbrook attack again?”

Ethan grimaced and then shrugged. “Anyway, what’s the latest here?”

“The drug protocol isn’t working,” June stated. “Valentine thinks we’re missing something, and I agree.”

Ethan picked up the marker and turned to face the whiteboard. “Let’s brainstorm this blind then.”

For the next half hour, Ethan forgot about everything but the case. By the time he dismissed the team, they had a clear action plan. He took his place behind the desk and switched on the monitor.

“Valentine, can you stay back, please?” Ethan called out as Baz and June filed out, now discussing their plans for the hospital’s holiday party.

“What’s up?” Cassie asked, dropping into the visitor’s chair.

He cast a furtive glance at the retreating backs of their colleagues, waiting until they disappeared from view. “Come home with me tonight.”

“Afraid to spend the longest night alone?” Cassie teased. When he stared at her in confusion, she added. “It’s the Winter Solstice, Ethan. Only three more days until Christmas!”

“Good,” he said with gusto. “Then this mistletoe madness can finally end.”

Cassie burst into laughter, slapping her hands together. “You have such a way with words, babe. One would think you hate kissing, but we both know you love it.”

“I admit nothing,” he said just to be contrary. “So, about tonight…? As you know, I’m heading to Providence on Christmas Eve. But it’s our first Christmas together as a couple, and I——”

Ethan cut himself off before the sappy, sentimental words could escape his lips. He wanted holiday memories with Cassie, something when they weren’t both working. They’d agreed to one present each but might have broken that rule already.

“It’s movie night at Casa Roomies,” Cassie began slowly, and he tried to hide his disappointment. “But I’d rather spend the night with you. On one condition.”

He almost sighed in relief, but her last words made him pause. He watched suspiciously as Cassie reached inside her white coat and took out a sprig of mistletoe.

“I want a kiss under the mistletoe,” she smirked, her green eyes swimming with mischief.

“Not you, too,” Ethan griped and sprawled in his chair.

“One kiss for one night.” Cassie shook the mistletoe invitingly. “What do you say?”

Ethan stared at the empty hallway outside and decided to take a calculated risk. “Come here.”

Pushing the chair back, he moved toward the corner of the office, out of sight from the glass. He yanked Cassie into his arms and pressed her against the wall. Lifting her arms, he cuffed her wrists with one hand so that the mistletoe hung above them.

Cassie angled her face toward him, her eyes glittering in anticipation, a triumphant smile hovering on her lips. “Just play along.”

“Just this once,” he said, leaning down to nibble her throat, tracing a line of kisses along her jaw to the sensitive spot just below her earlobe.

He placed two fingers on her chin, pressing firmly until her lips parted. He covered her mouth with his, holding her still as he devoured her. His tongue swirled deep and withdrew. She followed, capturing his bottom lip between her teeth and sucking it into her mouth.

Her arms went slack as he released them, and she wrapped them around his neck. His hands roamed her body, pushing away the white coat to find the hem of her top, lifting that and the undershirt until he touched her silky skin.

Cassie shuddered when he cupped her bra-filled breasts, his thumbs flicking across her taut nipples. He swallowed her moans, his hands now on her thighs, spreading them wide until they cradled him.

Ethan knew this had gone too far, but he was loathe to end it. Despite the risk they were taking, he deepened the kiss.

“Stop,” Cassie cried, pushing against him.

Ethan groaned in frustration but forced himself off her and stepped back. His chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath.

“Dammit, Ethan,” Cassie cursed, brushing her fingers through her hair. “How am I supposed to go back to work looking like this?”

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips red, and her eyes had the look of a woman who had just left her lover’s bed. She reached beneath her top to adjust her bra and then straightened her clothes, smoothing down the lapels of the white coat.

“You told me to kiss you!” he protested weakly.

“One kiss,” Cassie scoffed, giving him an incredulous look.

“Well, now you owe me two nights, minimum,” Ethan said, feeling the euphoria of earlier start to fade.

“Put it on my tab,” Cassie shot back.

They stared at each other in annoyance, and then Cassie chuckled, much to Ethan’s chagrin. He wondered if he would ever understand her moods.

“I’m sorry, Ethan,” she wheezed, her laughter turning into a coughing fit. “I got carried away, too. Let’s just chalk this off to a serious error in judgment on my part.”

“Damn mistletoe,” Ethan grumbled, rolling his eyes when she giggled.

“Mistletoe really does put you in a bad mood, huh?” she teased, framing his face between her hands. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I’m going to head up to the roof and let the frigid air take care of the rest.”

Cassie stretched on her toes and kissed the corner of his lips. “See you tonight, handsome.”

Ethan kept his eyes locked on Cassie as she ducked into the stairwell. He started to turn away when he saw the forgotten mistletoe on the floor. He bent down to pick it up and stared at the innocuous-looking plant.

Without another thought, he slipped it inside his pant pockets and grinned wickedly. It might just come in handy again tonight.

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[bomberqueen17]

progress

I'm in the boring bit now. We've had An Working Kitchen since Friday and I spent the weekend having a wonderful time putting stuff away, and Sunday in particular dragged by so slowly, miraculously, I lounged around, looked out the window, organized things in an offhand kind of way, just kind of fucked around, it was great.

But by now I'm sort of grimly realizing that I have to make all this stuff fit, and the problem is these great huge cabinets don't have built-in drawers or sliding thingies or whatever. So if I fill them full with loose things I will lose all those loose things. I need to have baskets or pull-out drawers or whatnots. So. I'm making some progress, but I'm also getting frustrated.

So i'm working on that, i might buy inserts or somesuch. They exist, and I can make use of them.

But the thing that's really preoccupying me is that I need to put some kind of light in the front window, a lamp you can switch on while you're sitting there. It's well-illuminated by the overhead lights, but those are controlled by a distant switch, and the dimmer is all the way on the other side of the room. Impossible to adjust while sitting at the table. And I often want just the table illuminated, not the whole room.

The obvious solution is to hang a tiny chandelier, the plug-in kind, in the bay window itself.

And I was looking at it, and the glitter in the countertops, and I was like, I'm sure this product exists: I want an LED crystal chandelier with a plant pot smack in the middle. Perfect day-to-night Basic Bitch look. LEDs make crystal sparkle incredibly, plus are usually liquid-sealed so you don't have to worry about watering the plant, plus don't get that hot so you won't scorch the plant. Bada-boom bada-bing. I hopped on Etsy and started looking for it.

...

Nothing. There are plant chandeliers but they have had the lights removed for plant pots to be put in. There is one singular image of a lighting fixture that is a glass globe and a plant below, but the plant is fake (and i'm pretty sure so are the listings, nobody has convincing reviews). There are macrame holders made with crystals, but they have no light source. Nobody has combined all these elements in a way that answers my needs.

... I can DIY a lot of things but this is not using any of the skills I already have. And it's for my front window, I want it to look like... reasonably okay. So I'm struggling a little, here. How is this not a thing that already exists. Do I have to learn macrame.

[ceramiccity]

Modern Dual Globe Wall Sconce

Roll & Hill Modo Sconce - Elegant wall-mounted light fixture with two tinted glass globes, black accents, and soft illumination. Follow Ceramic City on Tumblr Source: https://www.pinterest.com/theceramiccity/

[wildbeautifuldamned]

Vintage 60s 70s Double Swag Hanging Chain Lamp Globes Light Fixture EF EF Ind ebay salvia411