#paint a room sherwin williams

[chillypepperhot]

Wild Blue Yonder...

Source Me laf@ilyF ❤️

[twinmagics]

Open Living Room Atlanta

Living room - large craftsman formal and open concept vinyl floor, brown floor and vaulted ceiling living room idea with beige walls, a standard fireplace, a stone fireplace and a wall-mounted tv

[xoxoemynn]

my toxic trait is ordering 4 million paint samples and then doing nothing with them.

[interiorsbyquornesha]

Color Consultation: SW 7069 Iron Ore

Sherwin Williams’ Iron Ore 7069 allows for creativity and yields space for bold attributes. In this room (living) I was able to transform it from drab to mystical with touches of African Art and style. I recommended several styles, and she ended up choosing what is featured. With this Charcoal Color, I added in white crown moulding and utlized bold oranges, neutral tans and whites. Whilst adding in the white sofa, I recommended the orange recliner sofa to balance the tones.

The area rug, and Golden Pot beholding the Golden Cane Palm tree plant, to add a touch of luxury. The Tan coffee table ties into the throws and balances things out. Meanwhile the area rug grounds. The pillows add a pop of color.

Need color help? Book your color consultation. You don’t just receive recommendations for paint, but decor and accessories as well. Talk Soon.

[carolinhairandmakeup]

Bathroom Powder Room in St Louis

Powder room - traditional powder room idea

[scrapxrat]

St Louis Powder Room

Example of a classic powder room design

[mayugene]

Columbus Enclosed Photo of a transitional dining room with blue walls and a dark wood floor, brown walls, and wallpaper.

[leoppii]

Home Bar Family Room

Mid-sized transitional open concept family room design with a bar, beige walls, a stone fireplace in the corner, and a media wall as an example.

[voleuri]

Enclosed Family Room in Atlanta An illustration of a mid-sized, modern, enclosed family room with gray walls and carpeting

[highonheels]

Enclosed - Family Room Large transitional enclosed family room idea with brown floors and orange walls, no fireplace, and a tv stand.

[fairdig]

Playroom Kids Room Playroom - large traditional gender-neutral carpeted playroom idea

[thisistennis]

Atlanta Craftsman Living Room Room: a sizable craftsman Idea for a formal, open-concept living room with a brown floor, a vinyl floor, a vaulted ceiling, beige walls, a standard fireplace, a stone fireplace, and a wall-mounted television.

[vaultsnakes]

Bathroom Los Angeles Image of a modern powder room

[carleighrose]

Bathroom in St Louis A classic powder room design illustration

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Paint It, Black

Prompt Day 9: No Upside Down AU | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: Referenced Drug Use | Tags: AU, Corroded Coffin, Established Relationship, Eddie & Gareth Are Best Friends, Motel Room, Road Manager Steve Harrington Has Had Enough, It's Like Herding Cats

This is set during my fic Tuesday's Gone With the Wind, but this can be read alone. All you need to know is Corroded Coffin is a struggling band on the road, and Steve Harrington, Eddie's boyfriend, has recently taken a job as their Road Manager.

1990 Fresno, California

Holy. Fucking. Shit. 

What the actual fuck?

Steve can't even believe what he’s seeing. Can’t fathom it. It’s madness, absolute fucking insanity. What on earth has he signed up for? This isn’t normal. None of this is normal.

"What the fuck are you two dickheads doing?!" Steve finally shouts, unable to modulate his tone even a little bit. He’s a goddamn babysitter. No, being a babysitter would be better than this. Kids don’t know any better. These two assholes definitely do. Goddamn. Fuck.

Eddie barely turns to look at him, and that just makes Steve even madder. 

"Eddie, look at me!" Steve yells, and Eddie turns to look.

"Hi. What are you doing?" Steve asks, though it’s very fucking obvious what they’re doing. They’re painting their motel room black. 

Eddie doesn’t answer, but Gareth does. "Eddie has a thing about orange and green," Gareth says, like that’s a fucking excuse for this. Gareth keeps painting the wallpaper of the dingy motel room. 

"Stop it!" Steve yells, and they both freeze for just a second, then their brushes are moving again. 

He’s quitting. He’s going home. He can’t manage these people. They’re crazy. This is crazy.

"That’s…that’s not even how you paint a wall!" Steve screams at Gareth.

And don’t even get him started on the ceiling. That’s just bullshit. They’re gonna get arrested. Like, for sure. They need a lawyer on retainer, but they can’t afford a lawyer. And they definitely can’t afford to pay for these kinds of damages.

"Looks like it's getting painted to me," Gareth says, slapping more black paint on the wall.

"Do you know how much this is going to cost?" Steve snaps, putting his hands on his hips. He tries to guess, and can’t even come up with a number that seems plausible. They’ve ruined the wallpaper, the carpet, the bedding…the ceiling. The goddamn ceiling.

Eddie’s standing on the desk, which, also ruined. 

"Hey, assholes! What are you on?!" Steve yells. 

Because it must be drugs, there's no other excuse for this kind of behavior. Or they're psychopaths, and he doesn’t think that’s true. He loves Eddie. He’s kind, and sweet, and fucking unhinged, apparently.  

"Little coke," Gareth says, "that's all." 

"That's all? That's all?! Where are Jeff and Goodie?" 

"They’re at a bar. They didn't want to go to Sherwin Williams with us," Eddie says. 

Why would any store sell these two dickheads two gallons of black paint? It was never gonna be used for good. Never, ever.

Where's the satanic panic when you need it? 

"You two dickheads are explaining this. I don't have the words to even try," Steve snaps, but he knows that’s not true. He’ll take care of it. That’s what they’re paying him for. He’s not sure this is the job for him. He loves Eddie, but this is stupid. Cocaine, no cocaine, they both have to know better. Have to know you can’t just paint a motel room because it has a fucking ugly color scheme. 

He gives himself a few minutes to calm down, and then heads for the front desk and asks for the manager. 

"I’m Steve Harrington, road manager for Corroded Coffin. We’re in room 420. Two band members have painted the room partially black," Steve says, unable to believe he’s actually saying these words. "I’m sorry. We’ll pay for the damages."

They go back and forth. When the manager demands to go see the damage, Steve gets there and takes the brushes away, and sends Eddie and Gareth outside to wait. They are definitely banned from this motel for life.

They want to have them arrested for vandalism, and Steve thinks that’s a fucking fair assessment of what happened here. He talks them out of it. Offers to write a big check. They finally agree, and tell him to get their shit out, and never come back.

Jeff’s camera is in its bag, so Steve takes it out and films the damage. They might need this, if they end up slapped with a lawsuit.

The band doesn’t have this kind of money, not at all, so Steve gets out his personal checkbook and pays for the damages. If he doesn’t do that, he’ll have to pay to bail Eddie, and Gareth, out of jail, and he’d rather Eddie not have something so stupid on his record.

He packs up everybody’s shit, and when he gets outside with it, they are both sitting on a curb, as far from the lobby as they can get. Smoking a cigarette, passing it back and forth. Steve snaps his fingers, and points to the van. He has everybody’s shit piled on a cart, and they are gonna load it all up. Then they have to find Jeff and Goodie, because they’re gonna stumble back to a motel they’re no longer welcome in.

Eddie’s hands are a little shaky, Steve can tell he’s sobered up, and now he’s embarrassed. Or worried. Both, probably.

Gareth crawls in the backseat, seemingly unbothered, as always. Figures. Steve gets in the driver’s seat, and Eddie climbs in beside him.

"Do you still love me?" Eddie asks, looking at him, hair in his face.

"Unfortunately, yes," Steve says, and reaches for Eddie’s black paint-stained hand, kissing his knuckles. 

"How 'bout me? Do you love me?" Gareth asks, sticking his head between them. 

"No, never. Sit back," Steve snaps. 

Gareth does. 

"I’m sorry," Eddie says, and Steve is pretty sure he means it.

"I know," Steve says, "but that’s the end of that. We can’t afford to damage rooms like that again."

"Did we have enough to settle up tonight?" Eddie asks, looking worried.

Steve nods, "Yeah, it’s taken care of. Don’t worry."

"Thanks," Eddie says, "we won’t do anything like that again. I swear."

"Good. Thank you. I’m not paid enough for that kind of headache," Steve says, and it makes Eddie smile. 

This is a terrible job. 

But Eddie's here, and Steve's pretty fond of him. So, he'll stay.

Notes: This incident was mentioned in Wake Up Time, but I thought it'd be fun to get Steve's POV on these two dickheads for once. In Tuesday's Eddie had mentioned their property damage in this documentary segment:

Eddie Munson, Rhythm Guitar & Songwriter  "Our tours were a clusterfuck before Steve whipped us into shape. The property damage alone. Bunch of assholes, we were. He eventually broke us of it, it just took a while and a lot of money."

And this is that story, lol.

This idea is based off these lyrics from a Willie & Waylon song:

And there's a motel out in Fresno Where neither one of us can go back You had a thing about yellow and green So you painted the whole room black

Which is total Eddie and Gareth BFF vibes from this universe. (I changed it to orange, to match the Hawkins HS colors.)

And I've said it before, and I'll say it again, this gifset is the perfect embodiment of Road Manager Steve's energy.

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[cornedbeefhashtags]

Oh cool, so you guys live together in a semi-historic home with your dog and a clawfoot tub? No, that’s awesome! But how did you afford the—oh, yeah, no, for sure. Note to self: be born rich next time!! Haha anyway, yes, you should definitely post another picture of your living room from a slightly different angle. No way, everyone loves repeatedly seeing your calculatedly quirky gallery wall that has just enough exposed paint for an occasional Sherwin-Williams sponsorship.