#lareira

[secosmolhadoseafins]

[annyeongo-o]

Example of a large minimalist single-wall plywood floor wet bar design with an undermount sink, open cabinets, white cabinets, marble countertops, white backsplash and stone tile backsplash

Untitled Reconstruction Project

[gastronominho]

Lareira Original organiza jantar harmonizado com vinhos

No dia 23 de maio, a casa tijucana promoverá um menu harmonizado com vinhos escolhidos pelo sommelier Luiz Barros.

No dia 23 de maio, a casa tijucana promoverá um menu harmonizado com vinhos escolhidos pelo sommelier Luiz Barros. A experiência começa com a primeira entrada, o Drumet de Frango à Lareira. Um drumet invertido, recheado com provolone e bacon servido com maionese com tempero especial do Lareira Original, que será harmonizado com espumante Faces Brut, Lídio Carraro da Serra Gaúcha. Logo a seguir…

[tempocativo]

Pote de ferro

Pote de ferro Local: Castelões, Chaves Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/tempocativoInstagram:https://www.instagram.com/tempocativo/Blog:https://tempocativo.wordpress.com/ © Tempo Cativo

[snowithv]

𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫‎, مع الحب

ฤดูหนาวข้างหน้า ／ deite-se comigo diante da lareira, ficaremos a salvo das tempestades, lá em cima. ✿

tem um inverno chegando se for frio e úmido, ficaremos sempre aquecidos aqui, lado a lado [ .. ] ♥︎ الشتاء قدما

se você olhar nos meus olhos, poderá encontrar a verdade do meu coração, perceberá onde pode encontrar o paraíso.

se ─── você olhar nos meus olhos, poderá encontrar a lua e as estrelas, bem, admito que seria encantador ❀ حب

𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𖬺͟⠀ น่ารัก 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 ♥︎

( 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 ) 눈 ✿ 𝗍𝗁𝗏

𝗂𝗇 ─── 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈 𝟣𝟫𝟫𝟧 ♡หิมะ

𝖽'𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗇𝖾 바람❀ : 𝟥𝟢’𝟫𝟧 𝐕

[arqbrasil]

Construflama presente em mostra décor

A marca expõe lareiras personalizadas e sofisticadas em 8 espaços inéditos da CasaCor 2023 em São Paulo. Praça Terra Madre do Quintino Facci, com lareira Construflama Balaio A Construflama, que está há quase 40 anos no mercado, produzindo peças personalizadas e sofisticadas, com participação em todas as 35 edições anteriores, este ano, está na sua 36ª aparição com seus produtos inovadores na arte…

[ahqueinfortunio]

Tan Lines & Trouble - Quinn Hughes

The sun was golden, the waves gentle, and the sand just hot enough to make you run goofy toward the water. Quinn Hughes was living the dream: off-season in a private beach resort with his girlfriend, coconut-scented sunscreen in one hand and a cold drink in the other. Life was good.

He was lying on a beach towel, shirtless and smug, sunglasses tipped down just enough to keep an eye on her as she lounged next to him in a tiny bikini that definitely wasn’t regulation swimwear. She looked gorgeous. But she wasn’t smiling.

Quinn noticed the way her brows had slightly knitted together, lips pressed in a pout that could rival any toddler denied candy.

“What’s up?” he asked, nudging her foot with his.

“Nothing.”

Ah. That kind of nothing.

“You sure?” He propped himself up on one elbow, the sunlight catching the defined lines of his torso like a Calvin Klein ad. Unfortunately, that didn’t help.

“Yep,” she said, way too quickly, eyes still locked on the water.

Quinn followed her gaze. There were two women—sunburnt tourists—clearly not being subtle as they scoped him out like he was the daily special. One even licked her straw seductively. Quinn winced. That was... not subtle. And definitely not hot.

“Oh,” he said, the lightbulb flickering on. “That’s what this is about?”

She huffed. “Maybe I don’t love it when strangers mentally undress you like you’re Magic Mike on vacation.”

He grinned. “Babe, I’ve got more tan lines than abs right now. They’re looking at me like I’m a snack, but you’ve got the whole damn buffet.”

She rolled her eyes, but he saw the corner of her lips twitch. “You could put a shirt on.”

“I could,” he said, leaning closer, “but then you’d miss the show. And I know how much you love the pecs. Don’t pretend like you don’t whisper ‘thank you’ to my trainer every time I take off my hoodie.”

“Do not!” she said, laughing now. “You’re such a cocky little—”

“Hey, if you wanted me modest, you should’ve dated a librarian.” He winked. “Or someone with less, you know... chest.”

She shoved him playfully, and he grabbed her wrist, tugging her onto his lap.

“Tell you what,” he said, brushing a kiss against her neck, “next time a tourist stares, I’ll just start aggressively making out with you. That should get the message across.”

“Oh yeah?” she smirked. “Like a territorial seagull?”

“Exactly. Sexy, salty, and mildly inappropriate in public.”

She giggled, finally relaxing into him. “Fine. But if one of them asks for a selfie, I’m throwing your phone in the ocean.”

He kissed her again, all tan skin and sunscreen and sea breeze. “Deal. But only if I get to watch you dive in after it.”

The beach had emptied, the sun dipped low, and now only the sound of waves and tiki torches crackling filled the air. Quinn had ordered room service—champagne and some chocolate-drenched dessert they’d barely touched—because his attention was very elsewhere.

Ela estava sentada numa espreguiçadeira, com um moletom enorme da Canucks, que ele tinha quase certeza de que ela havia roubado da bolsa dele. Suas pernas nuas apareciam sob o moletom, a pele brilhando à luz da lareira, e quando o flagrou olhando fixamente, ela sorriu.

“You gonna ogle me all night or make a move, Hughes?”

He grinned, stepping closer with lazy confidence. “I can multitask.”

Quinn knelt in front of her, placing his hands on her thighs, slowly dragging them apart just enough to slide between. “You still jealous?”

“Maybe.” She tilted her chin. “Depends. Are you gonna do something about it?”

That was all the invitation he needed.

His lips met hers hot and hungry, tasting the champagne they hadn’t finished. One hand slid up under the hoodie, groaning softly as his fingers found bare skin. “You’re not wearing anything under this, are you?”

She gave him a wicked grin. “You left your hoodie unattended. Rookie move.”

“Not my fault I didn’t expect you to turn it into foreplay.”

He tugged the zipper down, kissing his way across her collarbone, slow and teasing. She arched into him as he pulled her toward the edge of the chair, her legs wrapping around his waist.

“Beach sex is cliché,” she whispered in his ear, breath hot. “But I could be convinced.”

“I mean,” he murmured, voice low and gravelly, “what's more romantic than sand in questionable places?”

She laughed—short and breathless—then gasped when his hands slid under her, lifting her effortlessly as he stood" QUINN!”

He carried her toward the private cabana, all strong arms and smug grin. “Relax. I’m not doing all the work tonight. Just most of it.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah,” he said, kicking the curtain closed behind them, “but you’re in love with me anyway.”

Clothes were lost, inhibitions tossed with them. They made love under the canopy of stars and the sway of palm trees, soft moans blending with the ocean breeze. It was messy, it was sweet, and a little wild—like them.

Later, tangled in sheets that still smelled like sunscreen and heat, she pressed a kiss to his chest and murmured, “Still think they were just looking at your tan lines?”

Quinn smirked sleepily, wrapping an arm around her. “Nah. They were jealous of you.”

The next morning, the sun peeked through the gauzy curtains of the cabana, lighting up tousled hair, tan lines, and one extremely self-satisfied Quinn Hughes.

He was lying on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, the other lazily tracing circles on her bare hip. She lay sprawled across his chest, groaning softly as reality returned.

“We’re gonna be picking sand out of places for a week,” she muttered.

“Worth it,” he replied without hesitation, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

She looked up at him, bleary-eyed and adorable. “You're far too proud of yourself.”

“I absolutely am.” He grinned. “I mean, I turned a sulk-fest into a sexcation. That’s top-tier boyfriend energy.”

She pinched his side, and he yelped, laughing.

“I’ll give you this though,” she said, climbing on top of him with a sly look, “your recovery skills are impressive.”

“Recovery?” he asked, eyebrows raised. “Babe, this is just the warm-up round.”

They ended up staying in bed (well, technically on the cabana mattress) until well past checkout, and had to bribe a resort staffer with a signed puck and a few selfies to avoid a late fee.

As they finally packed their things—her still in his hoodie, him still shirtless and cocky—she gave him one last look before leaving the beach.

“You know,” she said, tossing a glance over her shoulder, “I think next time, I’ll be the one getting stared at.”

Quinn approached her from behind, wrapped his arms around her waist, and murmured against her neck, "Great. Just don't forget to leave the hoodie behind. I have a reputation to uphold."

And with a slap on his ass and a shared laugh, they headed back toward real life—sun-kissed, tangled up in each other, and already planning their next escape.

[09minji]

𝗂𝗇 ─── 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈 𝟣𝟫𝟫𝟧 ♡หิมะ

ฤดูหนาวข้างหน้า ／ deite-se comigo diante da lareira, ficaremos a salvo das tempestades, lá em cima. ✿

[perolesims]

Previous & Next Gen 9 Start

image transcript (pt-br):

Querido diário,

Acordei basicamente jogada em cima do Echo, tipo um pôster patético de comédia romântica. Meu pescoço tá doendo, meu braço morreu, e tenho quase certeza que babei nele. Fofo, né?

A lareira ainda tava piscando, como se não soubesse se apagava de vez ou continuava fingindo que tava me aquecendo por obrigação.

Ele tava no sofá, de olhos fechados, com uma paz idiota estampada na cara. Claro que ele ia escolher justo agora pra ficar zen. Depois de passar a noite inteira parecendo um mártir, achando que salvar minha noite era missão divina.

Cherry: Patch, acorda. Amanhã você vai estar todo travado. Separei um saco de dormir pra você. Echo: Uhum. Tô indo.

Mentira. Nem se mexeu. E eu fiquei lá. Que nem uma idiota. Olhando. Como se não tivesse nada melhor pra fazer.

Não sei por que cheguei mais perto. Eu não planejei nada. Não era um momento. Só... aconteceu.

Um beijo. Rápido. Seco. Com certeza um erro, pra deixar bem claro.

Foi bom? Foi. Vou falar sobre isso? Nem ferrando. Nível de arrependimento? Médio pra alto, com tendência a “enterrar pra sempre”.

Enfim. Não vou lidar com isso hoje. Ele provavelmente nem percebeu.

E é melhor que continue assim.

[gastronominho]

Noite de Harmonização na Lareira Original

A tradicional casa Tijucana, promove no dia 21 de março, um exclusivo encontro de Vinhos e Pizzas.

A tradicional casa Tijucana, promove no dia 21 de março, um exclusivo encontro de Vinhos e Pizzas. Em uma experimentação guiada por Luiz Barros, sommelier há 20 anos no mercado, a degustação especial de vinhos com o menu de pizza que tem conquistado o público que visita o Lareira, apresentará 5 rótulos de vinhos. Essa é a terceira edição do evento, que foi um sucesso nas duas primeiras. A…