#modern estate

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This purple home is incredible! Built in 2017 in Plymouth, MN, it has 6bds, 4.5ba, & is $2.795M.

Lighted banquette with a 2 story cascading chandelier in the entrance hall.

Open kitchen, dining, living room area.

The TV room has purple lighting. There's a lot of neon in this home.

Double-sided round fireplace.

Very large bar.

Check out the steampunk powder room.

Quite a cool wall in this hall.

Very cool room. Is it an office? I can't even tell, but those look like computer screens.

Up here, there's a pulley light fixture- and on this floor is an art gallery- notice the display areas.

A medieval door opens to a vintage ship mural entering the primary bedroom.

It's a gigantic suite consisting of several rooms.

The closet/dressing room also has several rooms.

Check out the light fixture above the hot tub.

There is something for every taste in this home. This room has a loft- see the ladder on the far wall.

It's just a fun little space with a round window.

The 3rd level.

The Coke machine is a door.

To this game room.

Can you imagine being drunk in this spacey bathroom?

Downstairs is a hidden vault.

Apparently, this is a marine searchlight. Maybe they have a boat, so they light up Pomerleau Lake.

The property is 36.54 acres.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/5160-Juneau-Ln-N-Plymouth-MN-55446/121844289_zpid/

[enticinglycute]

Las Vegas Flat Inspiration for a massive modern white two-story stucco exterior home renovation

[missxdelaneyart]

Great Room - Contemporary Dining Room

Example of a huge trendy ceramic tile and gray floor great room design with white walls, a standard fireplace and a tile fireplace

[voltronlookbook]

Contemporary Dining Room in Las Vegas

[gentstyledaily]

[hbdttg]

“Hold the elevator!”

The elevator doors are mere inches from closing, but Steve dutifully shoots a hand out to stop them. They slide back open, revealing a flustered-looking man about Steve’s age on the other side.

He’s dressed head to toe in black, decked out in a simple black pullover with a modest V-neck, snug black jeans, and all-black leather Chucks with a messenger bag slung across his chest. The messenger bag is, unsurprisingly, also black, but covered in a collection of tough-looking patches and pins in varying shades of—well, it’s mostly red, dark red, white, and some yellows, but the pops of color still stand out against his otherwise monochrome ensemble.

His dark, curly hair reaches a little past his shoulders and he’s got this frankly outdated fringe that, despite its very 80’s vibe, frames his face perfectly. His eyes are large and expressive, and he’s got this frantic energy about him that reminds Steve of a live wire. He’s nothing like the buttoned-up suits Steve usually shares his elevator rides with each morning, and it’s a refreshing change of pace.

The man gives Steve a thankful look before stepping into the elevator and leaning against the side wall. “Thanks,” he says, a little distractedly. He’s got a pair big of headphones on and Steve realizes he’s in the middle of a phone call when he adds, “No, not you, Gare, I was thanking the guy who held the elevator for me. Yeah, this building’s crazy. There’s a whole-ass sixtieth floor—guess I’m kind of a big deal now.” He lets out a small, self-deprecating chuckle, reaching for the panel beside him.

As the doors close and the elevator starts to slowly ascend, Steve notices the man pressed the button for the floor above his. Both the fifty-second and fifty-third floor buttons are lit in a halo of green.

“You know I didn’t want to leave you guys,” the man continues, a bit more quietly now that he and Steve are sharing the same small space, “but shit, I couldn’t turn down the pay.” He scoffs. “Ugh, listen to me, just another cog in the capitalist machine. Man, if high school me could see me now. High school Eddie used to talk big about forced conformity and rising up against the man, and now here I am—”

Steve tries not to listen to the one-sided conversation going on beside him, but it’s difficult when a moment later, he hears his own name.

“—clocking in for my first day at fuckin’ Harrington Hargrove Hagan. The pretentious bastards can’t even shorten it to an acronym or something. God forbid they have to miss out on the sound of their own names.”

Steve manages to hold in the obnoxious snort that threatens to escape him. He’s starting to think he might like this guy—Eddie, his mind supplies helpfully—but Eddie’s next words have him freezing in place.

“And it’s nepo baby central. Yeah, pretty sure all the H kiddies are hotshot brokers with the company. All the biggest accounts—gee, I wonder why.”

Steve can feel the back of his neck burning hot with a mixture of annoyance and shame as Eddie cracks a caustic joke about silver spoons and trust funds.

“You’re kidding, one of them works at this branch? Damn, I guess I’ll just keep an eye out for the guy who most looks like he’s got a giant stick up his ass.”

This is quickly becoming the longest elevator ride of Steve’s life. He grits his teeth and stares fixedly at the floor display panel above the elevator doors, watching the numbers climb higher and higher. Thirty-seven. Thirty-eight.

“Listen, I should go, but let’s grab a drink at the Hideout later. Cool, see you then. Bye.”

Forty-one. Forty-two.

Eddie removes his headphones and shoves them into his bag, angling slightly toward Steve. “Sorry about that, man.”

“You’re good,” Steve says shortly, not looking away from the changing numbers. They reach the forty-seventh floor, and all the while, he feels Eddie’s gaze on him.

It’s not like he’s openly staring, but there’s a certain weight to his furtive glances that completely counteracts his attempts at subtlety. It’s the type of gaze Steve’s familiar with, one that he’s been on the receiving end of since his sophomore year of high school when he hit a growth spurt and actually learned how to style his hair. Assessing. Appreciative. Interested.

And in any other situation, Steve would gladly engage. He’d turn on the charm, quirk the corner of his lip up in that way Robin always rolls her eyes at but reluctantly acknowledges as ‘passably effective’, and maybe even make up an excuse to sidle a bit closer.

But he’s not giving this guy his A-game.

Instead, Steve waits in stifling silence until the fifty-second floor is announced and the doors slide open. He steps forward to exit, but at the very last moment stops in the doorway.

He initially wasn’t going to say anything—though, a past version of himself would have definitely spat something biting and bitchy to Eddie about his snark, would have snootily told him to take his little assumptions and shove them where the sun don’t shine—but sooner or later Eddie’s going to realize he and Steve are colleagues, and he’s going to remember shit-talking him in an elevator on his first day of work, and it’s going to be awkward and uncomfortable.

Steve’s just speeding up the timeline, pushing for the sooner rather than the later, when he decides to spin around and fully face Eddie.

“I think you pressed the wrong button,” he says, all sweet and helpful like he’s talking to Dustin’s mom over a sink full of soapy dishes. “Couldn’t help but overhear that you work at Harrington Hargrove Hagan. It’s on the fifty-second floor, not the fifty-third.” Then he takes a small step backward, moving out into the carpeted hallway.

“Oh.” Eddie scrambles for his phone, unlocking it and scrolling quickly until he finds something that has him straightening up and smiling gratefully at Steve. “I guess I remembered it wrong. Thank you.” He pushes away from the wall, takes a step forward to follow Steve out, but then stops dead in his tracks.

Steve gleefully notes the line of Eddie’s gaze, how it lingers at the breast pocket of his shirt, where, clipped to a retractable badge reel, his building keycard hangs. Eddie evidently hadn’t noticed it during the elevator ride up, but he’s certainly fixated on it now.

Perhaps on the abstract yet easily recognizable Harrington Hargrove Hagan logo in the top right corner.

But more likely, based on the positively mortified look growing on Eddie’s face, on the name clearly printed underneath Steve’s photo in bold, black lettering: STEVE HARRINGTON.

Slowly, Eddie drags his eyes back up to Steve’s face. He stares in silence, eyes bugging nearly out of his head, face turning a concerning shade of pink, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, and his reaction is extreme enough that a small part of Steve is almost inclined to take pity on the guy and laugh it all off.

Unfortunately for Eddie, a bigger part of Steve thinks Eddie looks kind of cute all red-faced and embarrassed like this. So he glances down at himself thoughtfully before turning his attention back on Eddie. “Wow,” he says with exaggerated astonishment, “now that you mention it, I guess I do look like I’ve got a giant stick up my ass.”

As if on cue, the elevator chimes in warning. The doors begin to close, but Eddie just remains rooted in place with that same wide-eyed, horrified expression.

When it becomes clear he has no intentions of actually exiting the elevator, Steve chuckles and wiggles his fingers in a cheeky little wave. “Welcome to the team,” he says airily, before Eddie’s still-blushing face disappears behind the elevator doors.

/ Now with a Part 2!

[bobcronkphotography]

Boba Fett’s vacation home on Endor.

This is actually a home built in Portland. The first of a series of five homes designed by architect Robert Oshatz.

Portland, Oregon

Bob Cronk

[toyastales]

Well damn ...

[pegafin]

Pumpkin Spice Tudor Revival

Latest McMansion idea from the @mcmansionhell Discord chat was:

pumpkin spice Tudor revival

And I... I think I may have done something horrible... 😱🎃☕️ May the spirit of Autumn have mercy on my soul 😨🍂

Stunning, pumpkin spice-flavored Tudor revival. Brewed with exquisite attention to detail and only the finest finishes, this classically-splendid custom home is as rich and decadent as your favorite autumn treat. 13 bed, 13 bath, 7.48 gallons per square foot.

Sloosh and slosh your way into timeless luxury.

A parlor fit for Pope Georgg Buosh himself.

An...um...uh...unconventionally appetizing kitchen 😰 Simply oozing with, uh, elegance, and---and ooze... 😰😰😰

Slide into the warm comfort of the eating nook!!!! 😰🥵

...d-d-dining-room…you-touch-it fully-clothed-I'M FINE! 😱😭😭

…And now, we slide on over to the ballroom to glide the night away. 😊 ✨

Be the boss of the manor from your stately home office, whether you're a boy boss or a girl boss.

Master suite with genuine caramel ceilings:

Additional bedrooms:

Mother-in-law suite, with kitchen!

A master bath so sweet you could float away...✨

Additional Bathrooms:

🎃 Call now to book your tour today! 🎃 ☎️📞🤳

[entropy404]

you can take a boy out of midwest emo but you can’t take the midwest emo out of a boy

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Found this lovely, castle-like Tudor style mansion built in 2002, in Naperville, IL. I was NOT prepared for the interior. What were they thinking, designing a fairy tale brick Tudor with an interior like this? 6bds. 9ba, 10,495 sq ft, $3.888m.

I'm thinking that they renovated it, b/c there's stone under the white paint. Why would you do this to a Tudor?

The beamed coffered ceiling must've been painted over in white and gray. The kitchen is right off this main sitting room, that's completely made of castle-style stone walls and niches.

I wish they had before photos, b/c this wainscoting and fireplace must be wood underneath.

Lots of stone in the kitchen. It looks like the brick oven is now a decorative feature.

Notice all the different colored neon in the ceiling.

Room for a table and chairs in the corner.

When it comes to sitting rooms, this house has lots of options.

Here's another one. I can't get over all the stone they covered in white paint.

The primary bedroom is so gray and cold.

The ensuite is so sterile looking.

The upper floors.

Large empty room.

There's a bed and dresser in the huge space. Maybe it's a guest room.

Going down the stairs, you can see the Tudor style windows.

This is gigantic.

Behind the bar there's a full kitchen.

They've got a walk-in safe here.

This is the coldest home theater I've ever seen.

Shower room down here.

The lot is 1.43 acres with a fenced-in yard.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1239-Oxford-Ln-Naperville-IL-60540/55495761_zpid/?

[luxware]

My eyes

[residentialmodernist]

[swiftviolets]

one thing about lori is that you WILL be seeing her at the estate sale

also lori at any given time:

[ryuki-draws]

Some photo draw-in for a vague MahoYome idea with pre-curse Joseph travelling with two mages for a while before meeting Cartaphilus (aka "instructions unclear - apprentice acquired" AU) based on my two Slavic mages + Slovak Joseph headcanon (since Merkmal metioned him being from eastern Europe). And I wanted to use this photo I took back in 2015 for something as I still really like it!

[amaisondepasse]

HOUSE

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