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[koyominmonogatari]

Transitional Bedroom Miami An illustration of a sizable transitional master bedroom with white walls and no fireplace and a medium-toned wood floor.

[gunillamixtapes]

Kitchen - Transitional Kitchen Large transitional u-shaped dark wood floor and brown floor eat-in kitchen photo with a double-bowl sink, dark wood cabinets, white backsplash, stainless steel appliances, marble countertops, stone slab backsplash, an island and recessed-panel cabinets

[eluascinnamon]

Contemporary Bathroom in Phoenix Bathroom - large contemporary master bathroom idea with gray walls, a vessel sink, quartz countertops, flat-panel cabinets, medium-tone wood cabinets, and porcelain tile flooring.

[futurebeet]

Guest in Miami Inspiration for a small transitional guest marble floor bedroom remodel with beige walls

[rcgality]

Contemporary Bathroom in Phoenix Bathroom - large contemporary master bathroom idea with gray walls, a vessel sink, quartz countertops, flat-panel cabinets, medium-tone wood cabinets, and porcelain tile flooring.

[gregorymoorejr]

Bedroom Master in St Louis Large transitional master carpeted and gray floor bedroom photo with beige walls and no fireplace

[chloemoretz-news]

Master Bedroom Miami Example of a large transitional master porcelain tile and gray floor bedroom design with no fireplace and gray walls

[bintkhalil]

Family Room Open San Francisco An illustration of a medium-sized, open-concept Tuscan family room with a music area, white walls, a traditional fireplace, and a plaster fireplace.

[kikcorgi]

Farmhouse Bedroom in New York Mid-sized farmhouse loft-style dark wood floor bedroom photo with white walls

[keshascult]

Contemporary Bathroom - Bathroom Bathroom - mid-sized contemporary 3/4 white tile and marble tile white floor and marble floor bathroom idea with white walls

[silly-artist]

Phoenix Master Bedroom Bedroom - large contemporary master light wood floor and beige floor bedroom idea with white walls and no fireplace

[toonass]

Master Bedroom A large transitional master bedroom design with gray walls and porcelain tile flooring as an example.

[octuscle]

im a skinny nerd who was also a wimp and super shy. one afternoon i was walking across the college campus when a pair of big burly hands grabbed me , punched me in the gut.When i came to ,i was tied up in a chair in the male locker room with my mouth coved with duct tape , and was surrounded by the hairiest, most manly, most self-centered, most muscled guys on campus : The college football team. the football team was wearing gray tank tops with a crimson design & crimson basketball shorts . They told me that each fall they capture a college freshman nerd take him to the locker room & the jocks take that geek & they make that geek into one of their own. that this year i was that nerd & that soon i will no longer a nerd& that i was going to become a jock . first they untied me from that chair & they move me to a bench & they tied my legs to a bar below the bench and my hands two the pegs above. then they started cutting up & taking off my red star trek t-shirt & my jeans & and threw away mine "geeky" white briefs, then made me on a jock strap and Striped Red boxers. They were so uncomfortable! i saw a gym bag in a corner with other pairs of boxers& jockstraps& clothes such as gym shorts, tank top, sweats,  and a table right in front of me on that table was a football uniform, The helmet, cleats, jersey, and gear .they shoe me the jersey with my last name. i watch as they start to put me in my football uniformed which cause to change me from a nerd into a jock .first the jocks put jock deodorant which change my hair less nerdy armpits into hairy jock armpits .i have hairy armpits now the jock said Relax "Hairy pits are perfectly normal on a football jock, like you are going to be. How else did you think your going to stink like a football player after a big game with your hairless, girly armpits!". With a grimace on my face; i didn't want to stink like a jock! They reeked, and i never had to worry about body odor before, at all!.next they put shaving cream on my face which cause my face to grow a brown beard .i was  furious i was being pinned down by the football jocks while my face sprouted a thick beard, as the shaving cream did its job. i had my arms pinned above me , exposing my freshly grown armpit bushes. "Well hairy pits and a scruffy face are only the first of many steps!" the team caption announced, while playfully tugging on my new clump of pit hair. "But for the rest of the changes, we need something to kick start the process; some jock sweat!". they cover me in jock sweat the jocks very strong and pungent body odor they absolutely reeked .i realized with a strong feeling of embarrassment, that my new thick tufts of armpit hair produced the same body odor as them now. .They put in a huge green mouthguard  which change my high nerdy voice to a deep jock voice. The huge green mouthguard was already wet with spittle. i wasn't ready for it, having never worn one before. With each gag and as i swallowed the spit, he started to feel a lump start to grow in my strained neck as the start of an Adam's apple began to protrude and swell up, ending the boyish arc of my throat. "Mmmf" i said as i struggled, trying to twist out of grip without luck. i stopped fighting and the jocks just let me sit there clenching his teeth and getting used to the feel of the device collecting spit in his mouth. Finally they let me take it my voice lurched upward, cracked, and then suddenly dropped almost two octaves . "WHOA" i said grabbing my throat, the whoa coming out even a bit lower if possible. "NO GUYS. HOW AM I GONNA HAVE TO SPEAK LIKE... THIS?" Sounds good on ya, bro the jocks said .next they a put bright orange protective cup, several sizes too big for me which caused my small nerd dick into a huge jock dick was at least 8 inches soft; i could not even begin to guess how long it was hard. .i dont want to be a jock but am I destined to be swallowed whole by the football persona my  new football bros seek to impose upon me?

Bruh, stop resisting. You are already one of us. As soon as I grab you by your jockstrap, you get a hard-on. As soon as one of us grabs his own jockstrap, you get a hard-on. Accept it. You are a bro.

The next level is my favorite level. The "dressing." The sleeveless t-shirt has never been washed. And everyone on the team has worked out in it at least once. Next time you will soak it with your bro sweat. We'll slowly pull it over your head. Forget it, you can't hold your breath that long. You have to breathe in the stench of the shirt. Already at the second breath your disgust turns into lust. Your head fills with memories of how you led your friends in kindergarten and bullied the weaklings. You've been playing football since you were 10 years old. Since you were 16, the gym has been your second home. You haven't done homework in two years. Therefore you have your nerds, who are allowed to stick their face into your hairy, dump armpits from time to time. Or to wash your pickup truck. They can then claim that they are doing it for a friend. Of course, you would never even have eye contact with one of these losers in public.

The tank top fits. Your arms are bursting with muscle. Your neck is almost wider than your head. And your cheap shitty haircut has turned into an honest buzzcut cut by yourself with a long hair cutter. Okay, it's been a few days. But what are you? An effeminate model? Men don't give a shit about their hair.

Fuck, why are you lying here on the weight bench without your sweatshorts. Must have happened while fucking. You pull up your shorts and put on your size 14 training shoes over your dirty sweaty socks. In the process, you let loose a mighty protein fart. Damn, that was a good one. And it was urgent. One of the lads on defense laughs and says that no one farts like the former nerds.

Nobody calls you a former nerd. You press your broh on the weight bench. "Who's a nerd here?" you ask. He stares at you lustfully. "Me, sir!" "Good boy," you reply, snotting in his face. "Bruhs, Pete and I will be right behind you on the football field, we have some business to do here," you say. The others understand and leave. No one here doubts your alpha position.

Pictures of you are going viral now. This one I found @stargazerguy

[shecreateshome]

44 Decor Ideas for Your Dream Bedroom

1. Luxurious Bedding: - Start with the foundation – invest in high-quality, luxurious bedding for the ultimate comfort.

2. Statement Headboard: - Elevate your bed with a statement headboard that adds style and drama to your bedroom.

3. Soft, Neutral Colors: - Choose soft, neutral colors like muted grays, serene whites, and calming pastels to create a tranquil atmosphere.

4. Cozy Throw Blankets: - Place cozy throw blankets at the foot of your bed for an inviting touch.

5. Plush Area Rug: - Define your bedroom space with a plush area rug that adds warmth and texture.

6. Ambient Lighting: - Install ambient lighting fixtures like dimmable sconces or pendant lights for a soothing atmosphere.

7. Floating Nightstands: - Opt for floating nightstands to save space and create a modern look.

8. Wall Art Gallery: - Create a gallery wall with your favorite artwork or family photos.

9. Ceiling Fan with Lights: - Combine functionality and style with a ceiling fan that includes integrated lighting.

10. Sheer Curtains: - Hang sheer curtains to allow natural light while maintaining privacy.

11. Accent Wall: - Paint one wall in a bold, contrasting color or use wallpaper to create an accent wall.

12. Full-Length Mirror: - Add a full-length mirror to make your bedroom feel larger and provide a practical space for getting ready.

13. Dresser with Mirror: - Choose a dresser with an attached mirror to streamline your morning routine.

14. Customized Shelving: - Install customized shelving to display books, decorative items, and personal mementos.

15. Canopy Bed: - Create a romantic ambiance with a canopy bed draped in sheer fabric.

16. Bedside Table Lamps: - Illuminate your bedside tables with elegant table lamps for bedtime reading.

17. Elegant Wall Decals: - Decorate your walls with elegant wall decals for a stylish and removable design element.

18. Plentiful Pillows: - Layer your bed with an assortment of pillows in different sizes and textures for added comfort.

19. Statement Chandelier: - Make a grand statement with a striking chandelier as a focal point in your bedroom.

20. Room-Enhancing Plants: - Bring nature indoors with bedroom-friendly plants like peace lilies or snake plants.

21. Tufted Ottoman: - Add a tufted ottoman to provide extra seating and storage space.

22. Coordinating Bedside Tables: - Choose matching bedside tables to create a cohesive look.

23. Customized Headboard: - Design a customized headboard that perfectly fits your bedroom's style.

24. Soft Roman Shades: - Install soft Roman shades for a timeless and functional window treatment.

25. Bed Bench: - Place a bed bench at the foot of your bed for a touch of luxury and additional seating.

26. Dreamy Canopy Curtains: - Hang dreamy canopy curtains for an ethereal atmosphere in your bedroom.

27. Mirrored Furniture: - Incorporate mirrored furniture for added glamour and a spacious feel.

28. Layered Bedding Textures: - Mix and match bedding textures like linen, velvet, and silk for a luxurious look.

29. Window Seat Nook: - Create a cozy window seat nook with cushions and throw pillows for a tranquil reading spot.

30. Statement Accent Chair: - Place a statement accent chair in a corner for a stylish and functional addition.

31. Textured Wall Panels: - Enhance your bedroom's texture with textured wall panels or wood paneling.

32. Dressing Screen: - Use a dressing screen for privacy and a touch of vintage charm.

33. Minimalist Floating Shelves: - Install minimalist floating shelves for a sleek and clutter-free display.

34. Vanity Table: - Set up a vanity table with a chic mirror for your beauty routine.

35. Luxurious Bed Canopy: - Elevate your bed with a luxurious canopy for a regal touch.

36. Dramatic Black Accents: - Introduce black accents through decor items or furniture for a touch of drama.

37. Layered Curtains: - Layer curtains with sheers and blackout options for flexibility in light control.

38. Patterned Bedspread: - Opt for a patterned bedspread to add visual interest and personality.

39. Cozy Reading Nook: - Create a cozy reading nook with a comfortable chair and good lighting.

40. Monogrammed Bedding: - Personalize your bedding with monogrammed pillows or sheets.

41. Gold and Metallic Accents: - Incorporate gold or metallic accents for a touch of opulence.

42. Wall-Mounted TV: - Mount a TV on the wall for entertainment without taking up floor space.

43. Elegant Crown Molding: - Add elegant crown molding for a touch of architectural charm.

44. Serene Ocean Vibes: - Create a calming ocean-inspired bedroom with blue hues and nautical decor.

[formsofcontinuity]

Chapter 6 is (finally) up!

When we last left off, Kara was just about to take Lena with her to Esme's birthday party. Lena is starting to open up. And Kara has to contend with her attraction, her nosy niece, and her jealousy in a whirlwind day of park picnic pleasantries and sunshine.

Read the whole thing on AO3 here.

A snippet below the cut:

Lena sat primly at one of the empty tables, watching the children giggle and shove with a trepidatious smile. Kara snagged two plates of pizza, avoiding Kelly’s knowing look, and made a beeline for Lena��only to be beaten by her own niece, who slipped guilelessly onto the bench beside the brunette and plastered herself to Lena’s side. 

Lena startled at the sudden contact, looking down at her young assailant with a combination of confusion and amusement. 

“Oh. Hello?”

“Hi! We haven’t met yet. I’m Esme.” The girl grinned. “This is my party! Who are you?”

Kara begrudgingly sat down across from Lena, eyeing her stolen seat, as the other woman turned her body to fully face the small child, sticking out her hand in greeting.

“I’m Lena.” She hesitated, casting Kara a sidelong glance. “Kara’s friend. Happy birthday, Esme. It’s wonderful to meet you.” 

Esme shook Lena’s hand, parroting in the most grown up voice she could muster, “Nice to meet you, too, Ms. Lena.” Then she cocked her head, genuine curiosity coloring her expression. “Are you friends like Mommy and Mama used to be friends before they got married or are you friends like me and Penny are friends? 

“Esme!” Kara squeaked, her face flushing with embarrassment. Lena pointedly kept her eyes on Esme, but, unless Kara was very mistaken, her cheeks were dusting a light pink, too. 

“I’m pretty sure we’re friends like you and Penny.”

“Pretty sure?” Esme’s face was pure innocence, but there was a slyness to her voice that Kara recognized as Alex’s influence. If her sister had put the girl up to this, Kara was going to kill her.

Lena smirked and cast a sidelong glance at Kara, before returning her attention to the girl. “Well, I wouldn’t want to assume what kind of friendship you and Penny have,” she responded cheekily. Esme giggled. “Kara and I have only known each other for a few weeks, but I’d like to think we’re friends.” 

“We definitely are.” Kara piped up, sounding a little too enthusiastic to her own ears. Both Lena and Esme turned to look at her. She ducked her head and made a big show of taking an excessively large bite of pizza.

“Good to know.” A little smile played around Lena’s lips, but her expression was otherwise unreadable.

Esme shrugged. “Okay!” 

Esme dug into her pizza, but peppered Lena with questions between bites. Far from being bothered by her pint-sized inquisitor, Lena responded in kind and, although Kara was trying hard to be normal about observing their interaction, she had a feeling she was failing miserably. 

Kara had always approached her niece and other children in a boisterous, childlike way, regaling them with goofy antics and enthusiastically participating in their make believe and games. Kids loved her and wanted to play with her. She was, objectively, good with kids. But…Lena was, too. She was quiet and attentive, treating Esme’s often disjointed or non sequitur stories with the gravitas of an adult conversation, then following up with earnest questions: And what was the color of the cute dog by the water fountain? Was he all brown or with spots? Oh, little flecks of white and gray over the brown with fluffy tufts of fur? I’ve always been more of a cat person, but I bet he’s a nice dog. Do you have any pets, Esme? What’s the funniest thing that’s happened to you at school this week? What’s the best part about getting older? 

Esme took in each of Lena’s questions with precious sincerity and responded with a flurry of chatter.  By the time the little girl had finished her pizza and was collecting her plate and napkin for the trash and scampering off, Kara was practically a puddle. She had never seen anything as adorable in her life as Lena Luthor engaged in deep conversation with a seven-year-old. 

"What?"

Kara looked up sharply, meeting Lena's questioning gaze across the table. "What?" she echoed dumbly. 

"You have a funny look on your face." Lena leaned forward, tone quieting with concern. "Is everything okay?"

"Oh!" Kara laughed nervously. Busted. "Everything is totally fine. I just… You're really good with her."

Lena’s mouth curled into a small smile. "I can't decide if that's a compliment or you're surprised a Luthor could ever be good with children."

Kara licked her lips. She had no choice but to be direct. "A compliment."

Lena was definitely blushing now. She locked eyes with Kara, held her gaze. "There seem to be a lot of those lately, Ms. Danvers. What's a girl to think?"

The rabble of the park, the children at play, the family and friends talking around them–everything dulled to a gentle hum as Kara's senses laser focused onto the woman across from her, not really all that far away, actually, just the table between them. Her eyes were a deep green, a mossy hue made more brilliant by the early summer lush of the park around them. Kara got lost for a moment, forgetting that Lena had asked her a question, had asked her–not in so many words, but in what passed between her words–to confirm that there was something happening between them. Lena was flirting. Kara was almost sure of it, and the brunette was now looking up from under her lashes as she watched Kara’s face. Kara needed to respond, needed to convey to the heiress that she was open to whatever this was, open to her, open to the possibility that–

"Auntie Kara! Auntie Kara!" Esme barreled into Kara from behind, practically knocking her off the bench. Kara’s arms pinwheeled as she grabbed the table for support. Lena burst out laughing, expression fond but slipping back to something friendly yet neutral as Kara's attention was drawn to her boisterous niece. "Come bounce in the bounce house with me. Pleeeeeaaaassse!"

[murthastick]

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--- I haven't written in a while - especially not in English. Please be kind ---

Shura was standing diligently, her martial stance polished by years of training. Her feet, clad in silvery sabatons, were planted firmly in the soft pink and white clovers that covered the ground. One of her hands wrapped in armored gauntlets was loosely closed into a fist and resting behind her back, while the other was supporting her blue crested helmet at around the height of her left hip. The morning light filtering through the branches overhead bounced off her spotless breastplate, forcing her to squint slightly when the reflection would hit her eyes. The summer breeze swaying her blue cape was saturated with the warm scents of pine sap and sun-bleached soil. And lavender. She took a deep breath. It was undeniably a fine morning there in the palace’s gardens, and yet even the expensive perfume of her ward tasted bitter, and the sunlight on her skin felt cold. Something’s been on her mind for some time - “on her mind” feels a tad reductive, she’s lost her sleep over it - and she had finally mustered the courage to bring it up that day. She wasn’t expecting the chance would present itself so early in the morning, though.

A faint smile crept on her lips as she thought about the irony of this folk hero, protector of the city, who fought and won countless battles against both monsters and men, feeling her own knees lock and stomach churn in fear at the prospect of… having a talk.

- Thought of something amusing?

Shura turned towards Fern, comfortably sitting sideways on the elegantly carved marble bench a few paces away. Her white linen dress hit by the sun gave an ethereal glow to her light purple skin. The elf tucked a rebellious tuft of hair behind her long ear, looking back with a wide smile and a curious glint in her eyes. Shura felt a pang in her chest. She knew that if she were to speak now, her voice would betray her, so she simply softened her gaze and shook her head. If Fern noticed anything seemed off, she didn’t show it. Instead, she leaned forward and plucked another flower to add to the wreath that was slowly taking shape on her lap, humming a cheerful tune.

A few more moments passed quietly. The half-orc began slowly pacing back and forth, trying to hide her restlessness behind the facade or a professional royal guard on duty. Left, right, left, right. Stop. Turn around. Left, right, left, right. Stop. Another deep breath. She tilted her head back and briefly closed her eyes, letting the light caress her face. Another gust of wind carried along the muffled, worried voices of the maids and butlers calling out for the princess. She didn’t have much time. If she wanted to talk, she needed to do it now.

- Are you sure about this?

Fern didn’t look up from the second garland she was braiding, fighting against a sprig of lavender that didn’t quite want to stay in its place.

- About avoiding a tedious gathering His Lordship my father organized without caring for my opinion on the matter? - she chuckled, shaking her head - I have never been more sure, dearest. Shura’s lips narrowed in a serious line. - That is not what I meant, Princess.

The formal tone confirmed that something, in fact, was not right. Fern lowered her feet from the bench to the grass below, straightened her back and folded her hands over the wreath on her lap, inquiringly tilting her head. Her guard could feel those green eyes locked on her and sighed deeply. Shura’s gaze wandered to the side and fell on a dried bush that suffered too much from the previous winter’s cold and never recovered. The graying leaves blurred together as she racked her brain about what to say next. Fern waited patiently in silence for her companion to find the right words, plucking the petals off the flowers on her knees in an attempt to suppress her growing concern. Shura cleared her throat after what felt like an eternity. - My mother died last month. The elf nodded, doleful, as her ears dropped slightly. - How are you two faring? - Still grieving, of course. Father is holding on rather well. We all knew it was coming -. She pinched the bridge of her nose and furrowed. - But that’s besides the point. She didn’t know what Fern’s face must have looked like, she couldn’t bring herself to glance her way. The fist behind her back clenched harder. - She was a little over 40 summers. That’s old, for an orc. I’ll be lucky if I’ll live to see my 70’s. How many more years do you have in you? Five, seven hundreds? The response was gentle and measured. - That is the expected lifespan of my kind, yes.

The sabatons kicked a pinecone and made it disappear in a patch of taller grass. - D’you ever think about it?

Fern sighed quietly and set the now bare flowers to the side, absentmindedly running her fingertips along the marbling of the bench. - I cannot deny I do. Quite often, as a matter of fact. It’s hard to ignore how time leaves its mark on everyone but me and mine. Shura felt the warmth leave her body and a painful pressure in her palms and heart. She bit her lip and fought back the tears stinging in her eyes. - So we agree. Fern’s ears twitched, confused. - Forgive me, dearest. I’m not sure I follow. The half-orc sucked air through her teeth and set down her helmet on the ground before pacing back and forth once again, her arms crossed tightly on her chest. The more she talked, the more her tone turned pained and frustrated. - Even if we don’t consider our… social differences… agh, what am I trying to say here -. She scratched the back of her head before continuing. - You deserve someone of your status, someone of your kind, that’ll be able to give you the best life you might ever need, and who will be there for the rest of your life.

The princess raised an eyebrow. - And what if, pray tell, you are what I’ll ever need? - Archer’s teats, Fern! - she lashed out - My life is nothing but a heartbeat compared to yours. You’ll have to bury me just like my father did with mother, and it’ll be all too soon! Why are you doing this to yourself? Fern’s expression darkened as her ears dropped and she lowered her gaze to her knees. She crumpled the linen in her hands, frowning, and Shura felt her heart sink. She took a step closer. - Fern… You should give those suitors a chance. It’s what’s best for you. The laughter that burst out of those lavender lips took the half-orc aback. She looked, baffled, as the girl threw her head back and wiped a tear from her eye, giggling like a child, and she cursed herself for the warmth that view spread in her stomach. It was the most beautiful sound, and she - she thought - will probably never hear it again. - Imagine -, Fern started, fighting back another wave of giggles, - Imagine for but a moment, the most delicious food you’ve ever eaten in your life. Simply decadent, and yet the serving is small enough to vanish in a single bite. Now, would you gladly partake in such a delicacy, knowing that it won’t last long and you’d wish for more, or would you refuse? Shura’s jaw dropped in disbelief. - What.. - Forgive me, the metaphor might have not been the most appropriate, but you’ll recognize it follows the same logic you just displayed. Fern breathed deeply until the laughing fit calmed down, and she turned a more serious look towards her guard. - First of all, I would appreciate it if you of all people wouldn’t tell me what is or is not in my best interest. It is a conduct I would expect from my father, but I thought you had a modicum of trust in my judgment. This time it was Shura’s ears that dropped, ashamed, as she continued : - And about your main concern… you’re right. Your lifespan might only be a short breath compared to mine, but by the Archer -, she got up from the bench and tenderly held Shura’s hands, so big and rough compared to hers, and looked into those ice blue eyes with a smile of pure adoration, - by the Archer, dearest, it would be the sweetest, most refreshing and invigorating breath of air that will ever bless my chest, and I intend to fill my lungs with it until they’ll burst. Her hands were so unfairly soft and delicate. Shura felt her cheeks flush as she stared at her love’s big, bright eyes, then the curve of her lips. Has her perfume always been this good? She found herself slowly leaning forward towards her face, but stopped in her tracks as Fern pressed a finger against her mouth and pouted. - So no, Shura. You cannot dump me. She could not help but let out a quiet chuckle at such a mundane sentence. She leaned her forehead against Fern’s and opened her mouth to speak, but a sudden noise nearby made both take a step back and stand straight up. The voices of the servants were now loud and clear, and getting closer. She picked up her helmet from the ground and assumed her royal guard stance once again, as the princess huffed and flattened the creases of her skirt with her fingers. - We could talk more about it later. Seems like my little escapade has been cut short. Shura muttered an approving grunt. - Mh. Let’s. She felt Fern’s tender touch on her forearm for the briefest of moments before the elf started walking forward to meet the people looking for her. Shura followed suit, diligently staying on the princess’ left just a step behind her. She turned her eyes to the sky, ignoring the maid scolding them both, and let the sun soak her skin. The wind was warm and smelled of pine sap and lavender. It was a fine morning.