#shag pile rug

[ourfag]

HI AS A VENOM ENJOYER. I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW MORE ABOUT TANGO PLEASE

hehehehehehehe

this one is actually p close to canonverse its still 1717 and ed is still blackbeard but there is some kind of blue pudding on the loose

blue pudding is SO fascinated by humans and loves exploring their fabrics and their music and their languages and their foods and among its own kind its earnest gentleness makes it a bit of an outcast

blue pudding enters ed with intent to eat his brain but then notices there’s a gut wound that ed seems upset about so he heals that up instead and says hello and ed’s life suddenly becomes orders of magnitude less boring

there is one difficult conversation they have where blue pudding asks how long it takes for a person’s brain to regrow and ed tells him actually that doesnt happen and blue pudding is like “so there are just people walking around out there without brains? weird!” and ed is like no there arent and blue pudding is like “there are and i know this because im the one whos been eating their brains” and ed is like oh. those people are um. those people are dead you killed those people. and blue pudding is Distraught :( (ed can sympathize)

i havent decided how they arrive at the name “stede” but i do know he makes the active decision to mirror ed’s gender so their genders can be twinsies

their version of “suiting up” is a little more variable than in superhero comics. stede tends to leave parts of ed uncovered unless there’s an immediate danger to them. one of their favorite collaborative forms is when stede gives ed a mermaid tail. when they’re on land stede becoming clothes is pretty common bc he likes to be stylish. he also goes out of his way to cover himself in patterns/textures. the only time he is Smooth Goo instead of Goo With Damask Pattern or something is when he’s in a hurry or very upset

[brotherwtf]

could we maybe get Christmas eve by the fireplace sex with Gale and John? Like with red wine and the Christmas lights twinkling in the background? Like the snow falling heavily outside or something EEEEE

AGGHHH CLEGAN BEING SOFT OH MY GODDDDD brb crying rn

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Christmas wasn't anything special to Gale. It usually came with increasing nightmares and promises that were all for naught, every night leading up to the "happiest day of the year" made him itch with the cold and fear. He never got any presents, not for Christmas or his birthday, and so he didn't expect anything when he and John were finally together after the war.

Because to him, being with John was better than anything he could wish for.

The snow was falling in beautiful billowy clouds and flurries, piling up on the windowsill as the fire crackled before them. Gale and John sat on their shag rug, one John had pawned off of a neighbor, hands linked together in the soft material. Gale didn't drink, but he had an almost full glass of wine with dinner and another half glass sitting on the coffee table behind them. John's already three glasses deep and he's leaning into Gale's space, pressing his nose against his temple and smiling, muttering incoherently to himself.

"John... what's going on, baby?" Gale hums, hand coming up push John's hair back, smiling at him gently.

John hums again, caressing Gale's cheek with his hands and pressing a kiss to his nose.

"Just happy... so happy to be here with you, in our house, getting ready for Christmas, can't wait to show you what I got you, baby," John says, kissing across Gale's cheek and nose, looking into his eyes loopily when he pulls away to just hold his face.

John looks at him like Gales his everything, like he hung the stars and created the world, and Gale finds himself almost squirming under his gaze.

"Lemme kiss you, Gale. I wanna kiss you so bad," John says and he almost sounds like he's begging.

Gale could roll his eyes but he finds the glass of wine has softened him almost, made him less anxious and keyed up and he smiles, eyes crinkling as he leans in and takes John's lips, hand coming up to his cheek and running his thumb over his cheekbone.

John sighs into it and holds Gale's head in his hands, tilting his head so he can almost immediately deepen the kiss. Gale breathes heavily against him, opening his mouth for John to slide his tongue inside, easily moving against Gale's as one of his hands slides down to Gale's waist, a thumb pressing into his hip. Gale sighs and lets himself be touched by John, lets John push him down onto the shag rug in front of fire, lips never leaving his.

Gale's warm, and he can't tell if it's from John's body heat or the lapping tongues of the fire, but he lets out another sigh when John slides his hands underneath Gales shirt and lifts it above his chest, moving his lips from Gales and trailing them down his neck before pressing kisses on Gales chest, worshipping it like he would an idol. Gale squirms, a hand tangling into John's hair as he huffs, his own hand creeping under Johns shirt so he can try to desperately pull it off.

"Off, come on John, want this off," Gale almost begs, pushing John off of his chest and tugging on it himself.

John chuckles and easily takes it off, Gale following suit before running his hands up John's stomach and chest, pulling him by his neck back to his lips and kissing him deeply. John's deft hands easily flick open Gales belt, pushing his slacks down, urging Gales hips up with his hand so he can pull them off. John pulls away and looks down at Gale in awe, a dumbstruck expression flicking across his face.

"Fuck... Gale... you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, like a damn angel sent down from the heavens, just for me. You're all mine, right baby?" John mutters and Gale nods, nods desperately closing his eyes and moaning high in his throat when John's hand finds his aching cock.

His hips buck up into John's hand and John bites his lip, watching it spring back into place as he takes Gale's cock in his hand and tugging it on a few times to make Gale whine even more.

"Please, John, I need you, please..." Gale pleads and moans open mouthed when one of John's fingers circles his hole, pushing in oh so gently.

John's so gentle with Gale, and Gale could cry, he does start to tear up when he thinks about how softly John is holding him. Holding him like he's something that could break, oh so tender in front of their shared fire. Tears start to stream down his face when John presses another finger in, his cheek pressed to Gales as he slowly fucks his fingers into him, unclasping his own belt and shirking his pants and boxers down.

When he takes his fingers from Gale he turns to look at him and kisses the tears away, pushing his hair back and pressing kisses to his cheeks and forehead.

"It's okay... it's okay baby," John whispers, taking his cock in his hand and pressing into Gale, groaning as Gale clenches down on him and sobs gently.

It's so warm and safe, here with John, even as he starts to grind gently into him all Gale can think about is being here with John in front of their fire, snow falling quietly outside but not penetrating their walls, Christmas lights that John insisted hanging up twinkling above him on their mantle when he throws his head back. John's chest is pressed to his and he wraps his arms around John's shoulders to hold him even tighter as he fucks into him.

His cock is trapped underneath John's stomach and he keens in his throat when it rubs against John's stomach, tears continuing to stream down his face as John's lips press into the hollow of his neck. John's hands are bracketed around Gale's head, fingers tangled into his hair as his thrusts get slightly faster, shifting Gale against the rug beneath them both.

He can feel heat roiling in his gut as he approaches his orgasm and his moans get louder as John's thrusts get deeper, thrusting up into that spot that makes Gale's jaw drop open and a long litany of sweet and beautiful noises coming out of his mouth.

"I'm close, doll, come on, come for me," John groans and Gale nods breath coming in short gasps as he comes on his and John's stomachs.

John comes shortly after, arms shaking as Gale feels himself get filled with John's come. They both pant and Gale finds himself smiling even through the tears and he runs his hands across John's shoulders when he finally collapses on top of Gale.

"Was that your gift, John? Not very original, are you?" Gale teases and John lifts himself up just so he can playfully glare at Gale.

He pushes a wayward strand of Gales hair off of his forehead and just smiles at him, something loopy and full of so much love Gale finds himself dizzy with it.

"Nah, but I can't tell you yet, it's not even Christmas," John whispers and kisses Gale gently.

Gale's about to protest when their little clock above the mantle dings it's melody for midnight and Gale just raises his eyebrows at John.

"Not Christmas yet? I think it's Christmas now, baby," Gale says and John pretends to be exasperated.

John kisses his forehead again and smiles cheekily down at him.

"Well I ain't telling yet, besides, what did you get me?" John asks and Gale pantomimes zipping his lips closed.

"If you won't tell me until the morning, then you don't get to know my gift either," Gale whispers and finds himself giggling when John sighs and hangs his head onto Gale's chest.

"You're no fun, you know that, Gale?" John says and Gale can't help but smile.

"But you love me anyway, right? You're stuck with me," Gale mutters and smirks when John just rolls his eyes and pushes Gales hair away from his face again.

"I love you more than anything in the world, helps to be stuck with such a pretty face, I guess," John jokes and Gale's cheeks hurt from how much he's smiling.

They don't get much sleep that night, too busy lazily kissing and finishing their second bottle of wine to even get up and get back to their bed. But it wasn't so bad, here in front of their fire, together.

goodness gracious this one got away from me

[veritas-scribblings]

grey - @bartylusmicrofic - words: 840

Regulus carefully steps his way across the lawn. Over the years, with the lack of maintenance, Riddle House has fallen into a state of disrepair. The weather and the elements have eaten away at the window shutters. Loose, broken tiles, which have fallen from the roof, have been stacked neatly along the outside of the house. Ivy continues to grow unchecked up all facades, threatening to swallow the manor house entirely. There’s something unnerving about the stark contrast between how well-kept the grounds are compared to how dilapidated the house is.

‘The groundskeeper still lives here,’ Evan explains, casting his torch light low so they can creep up the drive and towards the front door. ‘But he never goes inside, so we should be fine.’

The front door opens easily and Evan leads them inside. The entrance hall is grand, though it is blanketed in dust and spiderwebs, which trail upwards to the rusted, dirty chandelier.

‘Apparently,’ explains Evan, shining his torch around the room, ‘Lord Riddle’s son ran away with some local girl, Merope Gaunt, but then had an affair and abandoned her while she was with child. So her brother came to the manor in the dead of the night and butchered the entire family for the offence. Right carved them up. They say the house is haunted. Violent, sudden deaths normally lead to hauntings.’

‘And we’re here because you’re hoping to find the dead bodies?’ Barty asks sceptically. ‘I hate to break it to you, but we’re not going to be smuggling dead bodies out in your backpack.’

Regulus rolls his eyes, trailing after Evan who takes them through what looks like a sitting room. The wallpaper is peeling. There’s graffiti on the walls. Piles of books scattered on the floor. They’re here twenty, maybe thirty years too late if Evan’s looking for fun artefacts.

‘No one’s smuggling any dead bodies out,’ Regulus snaps. ‘They were cleaned up by the police, dumbass. Do you really think they just left them laying about?’

‘Not dead bodies,’ Evan says with a shrug, peering at a photo frame that lays on the rug in the middle of the room. The glass is shattered and the picture is so faded and dusty that Regulus can’t make who is in it. ‘Maybe ghosts. I wouldn’t mind seeing a ghost. For, you know, educational purposes..’

‘Evan’s talking about ghosts!’ Barty frowns and asks, sulkily, ‘Why am I a dumbass, but Evan isn’t?’

‘Because he loves me more,’ Evan snickers. He leads them through a winding pathway of abandoned rooms, evidently searching for something.

‘He does not! Tell him, Reg.’ Barty must pull a face behind Regulus, because Evan cackles again. ‘Yeah, well, Reg has sex with me, so obviously he loves me most.’

‘That’s your determinant for love? Who Regulus has sex with?’ Evan turns around slightly to give Barty a pitying look. And then, a little more playfully menacing, ‘Hey, Reg, how would you fancy a quick shag in a haunted house? We can traumatise the ghosts.’

‘Absolutely not!’ Barty throws his arms around Regulus from behind, pulling Regulus backwards into a fierce, possessive embrace. He rests a cheek against the top of Regulus’s head, using his free hand to flip Evan off. ‘Mine, bitch.’

Barty tugs Regulus back even more, pivots slightly so he can kiss Regulus. It’s a firm, aggressive kiss that’s a little bit teeth. Regulus does have half a mind to struggle and pull away just to see how Barty will react. Because Evan, Regulus knows, is baiting Barty for the fun of it, and Barty will never not get territorial where Regulus is involved. There’s something so very endearing about it that Regulus can’t help but humour Barty.

‘And for the record, Barty,’ Evan says, scoffing and walking off, ‘I will not be standing guard while you and Reg shag for revenge in Lady Riddle’s bedroom, or whatever idea you’re currently entertaining.’

‘Aw.’ Barty pouts a little, looking down at Regulus pitifully. ‘You wouldn’t, would you?’ he asks, because Barty is your proverbial only child who has never learnt to share.

‘I’m not having sex with either of you in a haunted house,’ Regulus retorts, following Evan to what he presumes will be the drawing room where the Riddles were ‘carved up’. ‘It’s disgusting in here. We’d be liable to catch a disease.’

They come to a stop, approaching the drawing room, when there’s a thunk in the distance. It’s a slightly metallic sound, like someone whacking the ground with something heavy.

thunk. thunk.

Evan, the absolute freak, looks excited, whirling around towards the direction of the sound.

‘Groundskeeper?’ Regulus mouths silently as Barty sidles up beside him so he can drape an arm around his shoulders. In what Regulus assumes Barty thinks is a ‘protective’ sort of way.

Evan shrugs. Shining his torch ahead of him, he takes a few steps forwards. Because obviously he has never seen a horror movie in his life: you never follow the sound, you never seek it out.

[fluttereyes]

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[clochanamarch]

she's begun to accept cause and effect is a load of shit. no offence to those who keep believing in it. but she can't sit here and tell you, with a straight face, that the naturally obvious cause ( her working extra hours just to make life a little more comfortable in LA ) is related to the naturally obvious effect ( her unfurling a cashmere blanket over a shag rug in a seventies-style hotel room while caleb frowns at her from the gigantic circular bed behind her ). it makes no sense. it's fine that it's happening, she's honestly thrilled that it is, but don't expect her to comprehend the logic that doesn't exist here.

she's just throwing down a couple of cushions when @cagedchoices speaks up, frown fading for a matter-of-fact chuckle that might just be the first time she's seen him smile this week.

i'm not letting you sleep on the floor.

" ah, you're no fun. " she waves a hand dismissively. then reconsiders. her bed is a thin fluffy rug on polished hardwood floorboards with a see-through blanket and cushions that hold more dust than feathers. the sofa makes a pile of rocks feel like a goose-down bed. the bed, however, is one of the cosiest things in the country. a fond regular was all too happy to let her spend the night; a happiness she feels would be diminished if they knew she was sharing the night with another. it'd be selfish, really, not to make the most of it.

" okay. you want the blanket? " she's already moving away from her terrible makeshift bed to the cloud beside him, peeling back the burgundy covers. " back home, twenty degrees is considered a heatwave. this mid-thirties craic is killing me! never expected to complain about a life in america, but... well, at least it's exciting. and i have good company! "

[pebblysand]

for @nosebleedclub october prompt #11 - "lawyer's office". i did write this yesterday, just horribly later posting ^^. .

lawyer’s office

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They fill up the room that morning, the way young people always do. Hands shoved deep inside the pockets of washed out, baggy jeans, long torsos awkwardly hunched forwards, cotton jumpers with uneven strings peeking out at the base of their sternums and hoods thrown back like inverted necklaces around their shoulders. T-shirts with large logos and GAA colours. There is a pile of crumpled bank notes tossed against the scratched, ageing mahogany desk in front of them, hazardously left to die between the three-inch-thick Sweeney file and a copy of last year’s edition of Blackstone’s Civil Practice. They have emptied the full contents of their wallets, including the packaged condom one of them hastily hid back within the folds, a loud cough turning his cheeks red like a sleety, winter day.

‘That enough?’ Liam finally dares to ask. ‘We counted it up, should be about 120 -’

They can sit down, start at the beginning. The money will be a problem for later.

‘Well, it’s our landlord,’ another boy starts. He is short and broad, the nose of a boxer. 

‘Yeah, he’s a cunt -’

‘Ah, stop -’

‘Alright, yeah. I’m just saying. So.’

It’s a house-share. Cabra, up in Dublin 7, six people crammed into the old bones of a brick-layered former two-up-two-down. There is an ageing extension, one that’s falling apart, and the foxes eat the mice in the back garden at night. ‘Now, your man, right? The one on the second? Well, he broke the floor of his ensuite shower, we’re not sure how, but -’

‘Probably shagging that girl who’s been - you know the one with the -’ another bearded one interrupts, miming large half-circles over his chest -

Liam shoots him a look. This is not the right place. In the silence that follows, he takes over from Shorty - his voice is softer and more cautious. Embarrassed to be here, almost. ‘Well, anyway. He’s not paying his end of the rent, so our landlord won’t fix it. Until he pays, right? But then every time he showers - well. It, like, proper rains in our sitting room, so -’ He smiles a little, shy. There is a moment of collective contemplation at the difficulty of this conundrum, at the relative guilt of consulting a lawyer behind the other one’s back, too. There’s probably a reason he’s not paying rent. Liam further adds that he tried to talk to their landlord, threatened him with going to the PRTB, but got laughed at in response. ‘Said he’d kick us out to do the renovation works. Fix the shower, then find twenty Brazilians willing to sleep on bunk beds and fill up the place, €500 a head, you know? So, I suppose we were wondering if -’

The young lad eyes the money again, nodding at it like it’ll respond. When he looks up, his gaze is pleading. ‘Anyway, we were hoping you could, you know, write a letter or something?’

A law degree is the right to use big words on expensive stationery. 

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Liam’s been here before, of course. He is familiar with the décor, the exhausted shelves that line the walls, the yellow glow of a banker’s lamp on winter afternoons, when the sky is too dark outside and the rain lashes against the windows. There is a faux-persian rug that frames the centre of the office and the lawyer replaced it once, back in the day. Perhaps, because of the old English setter that used to sleep in the corner and scratched it, and scratched it, and probably peed on it too many times. Perhaps, because of the dark stains that cups of tea and coffee had made over the years, or because of the vomit of a baby. This isn’t the kind of general practice that facilitates yearly visits by tracking heights or flu shots, but it is still the kind of general practice that watches people grow. Decades apart sometimes, the space in which they all happily go on to live their lives, but Liam’s crawled on the floorboards during appointments before, and as a teenager, he played on his tablet with his headphones blasting in the waiting room, dragged by parents who were worried sick, and often didn’t know what else to do with him.  

The first time he attends, he isn’t even born yet. Playing football against her ribs under the soft curve of a rounding belly - she is a beautiful young woman, Louise. The brightest, kindest of blue eyes - pale skin and warm freckles on her skin, long blond hair that is definitely bleached but sure, you can’t have everything. She works as a secretary in an office - it is the early 2000s so probably pharma or tech or something - they don’t call her a secretary, she says, but an assistant. Her mother likes it. ‘Not that it’s any different,’ she corrects, polite and a bit shy, her fingers crossing over her stomach. She is small and thin, a stark contrast with the baby she carries. ‘It pays well, right?’

She wants it to stop, though. Wants to know if they can sack her if she says something to HR. ‘The other girls won’t talk,’ she adds, rolling her eyes. ‘I mean he’s doing it to all of us. It’s not just me.’ There were the comments and the jokes and the ‘accidental’ gropes - he even tried to force himself on her in his office once, kissed her and shoved his fingers inside her pants. She was too scared to do anything - thank God his boss knocked, interrupted, she caveats again, shaking her head quickly at the memory. Since then, she’s managed to avoid him. ‘He won’t look at me now, anyway,’ she shrugs, smiling and caressing her belly again. ‘Not with the baby.’ 

She wants to make sure she’s protected. It’s what her friend told her, that they couldn’t let her go until she’s back from mat leave. ‘He won’t even have us close the office on our own, says there needs to be a man present at all times to supervise, that we’re not capable.’ Louise bats her eyelashes quickly and blows her nose into a tissue. ‘Oh, you’re very kind. I don’t think there’s a need to go to the guards for that, honestly.’ Her mouth forms a laugh but no sound comes out. It may very well be a criminal offence, but getting the police involved? It’s not like her, and they have much more important things to deal with, surely. He’s just an arsehole. ‘I suppose I don’t want it to start up again when I’m back though,’ she sighs. ‘And, for the others, you know?’ 

She answers questions carefully, dutifully. She has the facts down and has made note of the dates and of the emails, and yes, she thinks there may be CCTV in the corridors, at least. She doesn’t know what the retention period is. And, no, she has not told her husband about this. ‘He’d just be raging. Can it stay between us, please?’

She has a charming smile, Louise. And a law degree, sometimes, pays for the welcome sound of silence rather than that of the advice.

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He is injured when she reappears, a few years later. It is 2004 or 2005, by then, and he is hoisting himself up the stairs on crutches out on Merrion Square. She is holding the door open, politely shaking hands, and yes, she is still working at that same job, she confirms, chit-chatting as he labours up. This isn’t the right time or the right place to ask what happened with HR and it turns out that a lawyer’s office is rarely one of finished stories. Moments in life are stacked like bricks, like files on shelves, and the spines list client numbers rather than names, themselves always a secret. 

She is crying proper, this time around. Was so scared when the hospital called. Their son, Liam, is crawling on the floor now, bright red hair and freckles - four-years-old and vroom-vroom-cars-I’ve-a-blue-one-and-a-yellow-one-did-you-see-that? He pets the dog, slow and gentle - Charlie’s an old man, you know? Darren almost died, Louise explains. She speaks low and covers her mouth, constantly throwing looks back at the floor behind her shoulder, trying to convince herself that her son isn’t listening to them. Darren, on the other hand, is silent and mellow. He looks down, uncomfortable on the faux-leather upholstery of the chairs that face the desk. His legs extend, then retract - once, twice. He massages his knee. He does construction, he explains in a grunt. A wall fell on top of him. He’s fine. ‘Stop it,’ Louise snaps. The doctors weren’t even sure he’d walk.

They’re saying it’s his fault, now, though. The company. They’re saying he wasn’t wearing the proper equipment. ‘No one does. It’s a joke,’ he groans. They just don’t want to pay. 

There are norms specific to personal injury in those types of circumstances, apparently. A question to answer as to the burden of proof, too. Do they even have proof? And: do they have to prove Darren wasn’t wearing the equipment, or does he have to prove that he was? It’s probably lost somewhere within endless volumes of workers’ regulations. In terms of public policy, it’s hopefully the former. It would make sense. That could be looked up. 

‘Well, we don’t want to burden you too much,’ Louise smiles, sniffling. She is holding her husband’s hand like a lifeline and he is stiff in his posture. They don’t have the money to be too much of a burden, it turns out. They were doing so well, so much better than the generation before theirs. The boom of the Celtic Tiger years and a delusional belief in trickle-down economics - they had a nice house and a baby, and they were thinking of having a second, eventually. ‘I’m obviously still working,’ she adds, now, swallowing, ‘but Darren’s on benefits and with the mortgage…’

It’ll be okay. Something will be arranged. The trainee can have a look. If there’s something, a no-win-no-fee route is always a possibility. It is a route that will not be preferred by the short, balding man who comes in once a month to grumble at the office books and pick up VAT receipts, but maybe that man was just born sad, who knows? The conveyancing side pays well, people down in Sandymount have too much money on their hands. Darren agrees. When he’s better, he’ll come back to incorporate his own business, maybe. He leaves smiling. She nods and sighs at the same time. 

Go on, look after yourself, yeah? A law degree isn’t a medical one. 

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There was some money in the settlement. Not much but it covered the bills and the physio appointments, and Darren was able to pour the rest into the launch of Roddy’s Construction Ltd the moment the painkillers allowed him to stand up straight again. They couldn’t eternally survive on Louise’s salary and it gave him something to do other than sit on the couch, drinking cans and wallowing. They were happy for a bit, until 2008 rolled its ugly head around, that is. The equity became negative on everybody’s lips and within two years, Roddy’s Construction Ltd was forced out of existence. It was 2011 and their child was ten and in the lawyer’s office again, the clerk passed around an old Game Boy for him to wait. Louise’s tears were now dry as she signed the papers on the desk with a tight smile. ‘Well, I suppose at least this will allow us to keep the house a bit longer, right?’

Her mother died. Breast cancer, it turns out. There was €43,752 in the estate, which her brother in America is graciously letting her have in full. ‘He’s, er -’ Louise presses her lips together. Has aged a little, soft lines on her forehead and her hair cut to her shoulders. ‘They don’t need it,’ she states. ‘He and Lauren, they’ve - they’ve done quite well for themselves. Even with the crisis, it’s -’ She shakes her head again. There is a hint of irony and something else in her voice when she suggests: ‘Maybe I should have gone to America, do you think?’

Darren isn’t with her today. He didn’t believe it was necessary for him to attend anything past the funeral, and even that, he probably only attended because the notice on RIP.ie announced there would be a gathering at the pub afterwards. He has lots of friends there. The owner, in chief, maybe because her husband keeps the business running. Holds the walls with his presence, like a pillar on the stools at the bar. No, she’s being mean. He’s tried to take on a few odd jobs in a meat-packing factory near his parents’ in Drogheda a few months back. But: his knees are killing him and Louise says she feels guilty sometimes, with her functioning limbs and all the things she can’t understand; he is frying his brain cells with weed to make it stop. Maybe, oops, she shouldn’t have told the lawyer that. ‘I dunno how he pays for it,’ she lets out. ‘It is what it is, you know? Thanks, anyway. For the will and everything, I mean.’

She grabs her son’s Cars backpack off the floor by the entrance and they get a move on. With another tired smile, she closes the door behind her. 

A law degree is the sigh that follows. 

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Liam is fourteen, now. They’ve left him outside again, though for once, this is ostensibly about him. Perhaps, he should be here. ‘You’ll talk to him, right?’ Louise pleads. ‘Please -’

‘What the fuck will the lawyer talk to him about?’ There is the voice of outrage in Darren again, his arms thrown up in the air. ‘I’m the one who should be giving him a fucking lecture, I’m his father -’

‘Yeah, and where the fuck were you? Countless times I tried to ring you -’

She was the one who had to get the bus to pick Liam up from the Garda station, last night. Their little baby boy. Got caught trying to nick a bunch of Canada Goose puffer jackets off a shop - the two older kids he was with were held up for the night. Liam being younger, though, and it being the first time - the guards weren’t stupid, for once. They called his parents rather than a judge, and -

‘I was fucking busy.’ Darren is defending himself. The best defence is always attack, that’s what they say anyway. ‘And, it’s you - you’re too kind to him. Always buying him shite he can’t pay for -’

‘He’s in school. He’s fourteen -’

‘Well, I worked when I was fourteen -’

‘Well, you certainly don’t work now -’

She is being unfair, he claims. He and his friend Darragh are opening up a new car repair shop down in Rialto. She easily clocks off at six from her cosy corporate gig every day, but he has things to do. Their son gets arrested for stealing now, and what’s next? She is too lax with him. That scene she made the one time (one time!) he dared yell at Liam. Boys need discipline. What’s next? Selling drugs?

‘Oh, and you wouldn’t want the competition in the house, would you?’

He storms out. Leaves her alone to silently cry again on the chair with the squeaky plastic leather that has scarred overtime. It’s okay. The officer on speakerphone echoing in the lawyer’s office confirmed they wouldn’t be pressing charges. There is no need for her to worry. She apologises. Shouldn’t have said that. Not here. She insists (insists, insists and promises) that Darren doesn’t sell drugs, she just said it like that. There is silence. Darren hasn’t been employed or had a successful venture in years. They’ve managed to keep the house. They’ve got a new car, a Mercedes that roared down the road when her husband took off just now. Neither he nor Darragh know how to fix cars, and everyone knows the kind of crowd that hangs around in Rialto. She works as a contractor for Facebook now, reviewing flagged content for days on end on a computer screen. It pays €24,000 a year. They required an undergraduate degree on the job posting, which she faked on her CV, and she’s been scared they would find out ever since. 

A broken, teary smile as she reaches for the tissues on the desk again. She has calmed down. It’ll be alright. A law degree on the wall doesn’t turn an office into a police station. Actually, perhaps the opposite. 

.

It is somewhat inevitable. It funds most of the small, general practices around the world, after all. She says: ‘It’ll be amicable.’ There is a pause. ‘I hope.’ 

Louise came alone this time. Liam is in school. She does not need the tissues, she is grand, thanks, jokes that she has grieved already. The lawyer’s office is the bearer of bad news: they will have to live separated for four years before the divorce is pronounced. Many people don’t know that, it’s an odd quirk in the law, the state finding it hard to cut off the many, winding tentacles the Catholic Church has wrapped around it for centuries. It sucks the blood out of people and families. Louise smiles. They at least got gay marriage last year, didn’t they?

Liam is living with her, she explains. They found a small one-bed in the Liberties. She sleeps on the sofa. ‘I’m applying to work for Facebook proper, now,’ she smiles. Hopefully it’ll pay more. ‘I love him,’ she explains. But she got married at nineteen and had the baby at twenty and didn’t think it would be this hard. ‘Maybe, didn’t think at all,’ she admits. ‘He’s a good kid. He was just a bit stupid for a while. Acting out. He’s been doing better since we left home, since it’s just the two of us. He doesn’t want to see Darren anymore, I -’

Her friends tell her it’ll be fine. She is thirty-five. She is still so young. There is irony in her voice again when she says: ‘Maybe I’ll meet someone, right?’ She doesn’t sound like she means it. She sounds like she wants to be left alone. She nervously toys with her wedding ring, still at the base of her finger. ‘I loved him,’ she declares, then. ‘I love him. I always felt that if I left, I was abandoning him. He changed. After the accident, you know? Or maybe I did. I can’t save him. He doesn’t want to be saved, I don’t think. D’you remember when we first came to you? When we bought the house back in 2000?’

It was an easy purchase and conveyancing is always a good way to rope new clients in. They got the lawyer’s address off of Darren’s sister, back then. The seller loved them. They made a good offer, had stable jobs and a decent interest rate. He worked in construction and she was an assistant. They’d found a property they liked in a gentrifying residential area in Drumcondra. He was from Kildare and she’d grown up in Meath. They’d met through friends in the city. Were just about to get married. Her ring was big and shiny and showy, even if it was just moissanite. He wanted people to know - see - that he loved her. He took her on a trip to New York that winter. 

‘There’s someone else I think,’ Louise admits, then. Another pause. Her bright blue eyes look up again. ‘I don’t know. I don’t want to know.’ She shakes her head. ‘He is begging me to stay.’

She doesn’t. She gets herself a decent lawyer and she doesn’t stay.

.

Liam is nineteen now. His friends file out of the office in a concert of jokes and playful shoves, an army of bikes locked around the streetlamps outside.

His mam’s good, he nods, once. Moved out to Bray a couple years back and she likes it there. Has set up a small shop that sells artisanal jewellery and does the markets. He hasn’t seen his dad in a while, but on the phone he sounded alright. Got in a bit of trouble with the guards a few years back, but - ‘It is what it is, like.’ There is not much else to be said; this is watercooler conversation, not the real kind, and the lawyer’s office isn’t a doctor’s office, and it also not a therapist’s. The lawyer’s office focuses on Family law, Criminal Law, Employment Law Disputes, Personal Injury, Wills and Probate; it says so on the website. A law degree is not one that saves anyone, it’s just a prism through which to watch hundreds of lives go by. 

Liam’s lips curve a little further to one side; he bites his lip with something daring in his gaze. ‘I’m doing law. In college, you know?’

And, perhaps, the landlord will fix the shower. At the very least, right?

[1800titz]

TDIAG teaser? 🛻

“Master bedroom,” he slips the door open, and Isla’s irises bounce from window to window — they suffuse the room with what she imagines would be bright, refreshing daylight. Now, it comes in the form of a warm, yellow glow with the time of day. 

“Very roomy,” she comments. It is. The square footage of the space, she’s sure, has to be roomier than the master bedroom of the first showing, but perhaps the emphasis on the broadness of the space has to do with the sheer fact that the first showing had been bare, and this room holds furniture — even still, the space is bigger. Despite the queen sized bed, throned by the waxy, wooden headboard, the nightstands that mirror either side of the mattress, and the matching wooden dresser, the space is open. 

“S’no reno’d Sweeger Ave,” the realtor supplies, wandering a handful of steps behind her as she makes her way into the room, “But it’s roomy, like you said. Bright. Beautiful windows — lots of light. Can you imagine yourself here?” 

It’s a queen sized bed. Isla is not wearing panties, and she’s reminded of this particular fact as she stares at it and imagines Eros bending her over the edge of the mattress. She thinks of Harry’s chest pressing up behind her as his broad, ring-clad digits slide over her waist, settle on her stomach. She thinks of his mouth pasting to the crook of her neck, sponging kisses over the expanse of her skin as his soft breaths caress her nerve endings. She thinks of him walking her forward, his crotch glued to her hips. She thinks of fingers grappling for wrists and a firm grip as he manhandles the joints behind her back with ease. She thinks of him flipping her skirt up and discovering that she’s bare beneath it, thinks of a palm fondling, of croons in her ear on what a filthy, naughty girl she is, of his fingers slipping lower and his teeth grazing over her neck and—

“Accent wall there, long curtains with a sheer layering, sleek furniture set, a rug,” the male taps his foot over a stark area of the floorboards, just ahead of the footboard of the bed, “Nice shag rug. Right here.” 

Shag rug. 

Shag rug — textile categorized by longer, heavier pile, so as to have the appearance of being shaggy. Isla imagines a white rug in tufts, warding her brain from mental images of the man physically shagging her on said rug. Yes. These are all very …compelling suggestions.

[owmylasagna-blog]

The Ed Must Go On

Eddy prepares for a last minute gig. Edd helps.

—

A familiar clatter punctuated by loud profanities compelled Edd to emerge into the living room. Much to his dismay the place had been turned upside down, drawers open, piles of paraphernalia strewn on surfaces and the floor. Edd could feel the incensed energy radiating from his partner.

Eddy riffled through one of the shallow top drawers of the break front. He stifled a yell and threw a pack of AA batteries back inside, the sound making Edd flinch.

“Where are the goddamn scissors?”

Edd sighed: if only Eddy would let him label the drawers with their contents, maybe these sort of headaches would be avoided. The vintage veneers had won that battle: a triumph of form over function.

Scanning the room in an effort to help Eddy in his search, the taller man’s eyes fell on the kitchen shears precariously teetering on the edge of the record player stand. Eddy had grabbed them and on second thought cast them aside as a last resort: he knew Double Dee detested mixing up the scissors from their intended use.

Edd took the shears, clasping them in both hands to his chest, and joined Eddy’s side. The angered man slammed the drawer shut, the hardware clacking from the momentum, before tearing into the one adjacent to it and pulling out fistfuls of user manuals and take-out menus.

No more than a foot away the shimmer of stainless steel blades peaked out from beneath their most recent mail. In his periphery Eddy registered movement, then witnessed his partner produce the elusive utility scissors from right under his nose. Edd calmly presented them to Eddy and it took everything in the shorter man not to erupt in a fit.

“I hate when you do that,” grumbled Eddy, a poor stand-in for the truth which was that he hated his utter lack of object constancy.

Snagging the scissors and stomping his way to the coffee table Eddy planted himself on the floor and started turning the garment laying on their shag rug inside-out. Edd returned the kitchen shears to the knife block, the floorboards of their pre-war apartment creaked as he tentatively crossed the living room. He peered over Eddy’s hunched shoulders.

“A dress?” Edd questioned. A long groan escaped Eddy while he hacked away at the armhole.

“Sandra Oh-No-She-Didn’t’s out on her honeymoon, Mother Mayhem rolled her ankle and Patty Melt got the effin’ flu so your brilliant boyfriend here volunteered to host drag trivia tonight.”

Double Dee knelt down beside said brilliant boyfriend, watching as he successfully extricated one sleeve and began cutting away at the other.

“Couldn’t you wear something you already have in the closet?” Edd suggested. There certainly was plenty to choose from. He couldn’t see why Eddy was adding more stress to the situation.

“Yeah, if I wanted to look like an overstuffed sausage,” Eddy griped, then snipped the sleeve clean off.

It had been almost a year since the last time he’d dolled up and in that time he’d put on a bit more weight. He’d thrifted this old frock at the last second just for the job but the sleeves had been so constricting he feared losing feeling in his arms half way through the evening. They had to go. Hit with a pang of guilt, Edd awkwardly fidgeted with the side seam of his house pants.

Eddy threw the scissors aside and lifted the dress up.

“Well, that looks like shit,” he grimaced at the jaggedly frayed arm holes. He dropped the garment in disgust and shoved the heels of his palms into his eye sockets, growling in frustration. “Fuck me.” Double Dee reached out a sympathetic hand and caressed Eddy’s thigh.

“Oh, don’t despair, my love. Let me find the sewing machine.”

He patted Eddy’s knee before getting up from the floor and scurrying to the hall closet. Once the machine was set up on the dining table, Edd instructed his partner to put the dress on inside-out. Eddy stripped down to his boxer briefs and shimmied into it.

Eddy wiggled impatiently as Edd painstakingly pinned the fabric in place.

“Would you stay still!” Edd reprimanded through clasped lips, where he was holding a few sewing pins.

“These sequins are drivin’ me nuts, babe.”

“Just… a few… more… and done. Mind the pins as you remove that. Actually, let me help you.”

As Edd unzipped the back and guided the sleeves over Eddy’s shoulders, he couldn’t resist trailing a few kisses along the nape of his lover’s neck. This area was Eddy’s weak spot. His eyes rolled back and he smiled.

“Mmm,” he hummed, delighted, “now that’s what I call customer service.”

“This would be highly unprofessional.”

Eddy’s shaved hairline tickled Edd’s nose as he inhaled deeply.

“I should report you, ya perv.”

The dress dropped around Eddy’s feet and Edd’s arms wrapped around his naked torso. He planted a few more kisses from the crown of Eddy’s head to the stubble of his left cheek. The affection released some of Eddy’s wound-up tension. They kissed on the mouth before Edd gave a squeeze and asked, “Would you like me to come tonight?”

“Oh I bet you would.”

Edd simply glared back. Eddy sighed before trivializing the question with another quip, “What, you like me or somethin’?”

“Eddy…”

“You know it’s gonna go past your bedtime-”

Edd frowned. “I’ve managed well enough before on less sleep.”

“And it ain’t like you’ve got a team.”

“Some of my coworkers could be enticed.” There was a pause. Edd caressed the hairs on Eddy’s arms.

“Yeah?” Eddy responded in a softer, curious tone. His mouth curled into a goofy smile. It wasn’t every day that Double Dee made last minute plans.

“Yeah.”

Eddy turned to face his adorable partner when he got a foot-full of sewing pins.

“YEOWCH!”

Eddy jumped into the air and into Double Dee’s arms. The lankier man staggered under the weight, sputtering high pitched whines from the exertion, until they both collapsed on the couch in a heap.

After getting a bit… distracted… on the couch, Edd inspected the parts of his sewing machine. He dropped the foot and slowly applied pressure to the pedal as he fed in the fabric.

“Now, see, Eddy, I needed to secure the lining to the outer fabric like this to get a tidy seam.”

“Mhmm.”

The absent tone of that utterance made Edd pause and look up from his work. He raised a brow at Eddy, who was rapidly tapping away a message on his phone. Double Dee cleared his throat and the other man looked up.

“Wha-”

“You know, it wouldn’t hurt for you to become acquainted with some basic sewing techniques. Then you wouldn’t need me for every minor alteration.”

“But it’s better when you do it,” Eddy winked.

“You can lead a horse to water…”

“Aah I’m messin’ with ya,” Eddy replied, waving a hand limply on his wrist before clasping both hands together with a clap, “So which side is facing what again?”

Edd smirked as he detailed the construction of the seam, Eddy intently listening. It was refreshing to know the version of Eddy that had outgrown the exploitative labor practices of his youth, more often than not opting to learn new skills and pitch in his handiness when needed. The first armhole completed, Eddy nudged Edd’s elbow.

“Do I get a crack at it?”

“Absolutely.”

Eddy took over Edd’s seat and slowly started the machine up.

“So I was thinkin’ I’d wear the black wig, but the red wouldn’t look half bad either.”

“I like the black more,” Edd said, crossing his legs.

“Then it’s settled. Blonde.”

“Why even bother asking my opinion then,” Edd tilted his chin up smugly.

“Sometimes you don’t know what you want till someone suggests somethin’ you don’t want.”

“Hmm,” Edd absently hummed in reply, watching Eddy’s hands closely, “sorry, do you mind if I- “ he motioned to the machine.

“Here we go,” Eddy raised his hands like it was a stick-up.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Edd prickled. He scooted his chair closer to Eddy and repositioned the fabric. Eddy just leaned back, crossing his arms.

“You know. It’s your way or the highway.”

“Well I can’t help that you were pulling the fabric too taut. Your seam is going to be cockled.”

“Maybe I like my seams cockled.”

“Eddy, please. Can you- “ Edd stopped himself with a huff. Eddy had to sympathize just a little: the poor guy was tortured by the mundane on the daily. The shorter of the two men stood from the table.

“You finish that and I’ll put on espresso.”

Double Dee considered this an agreeable arrangement.

“Thank you, dear.”

With the seam ripper he went to town undoing Eddy’s stitches. Eddy just snorted, refastened the straps on his robe, and headed to the kitchen where a good house floozy belonged.

[moroccanlooms]

This unique and authentic vintage Beni Mguild moroccan rug comes from a tribe of the Moroccan Middle Atlas. Beni mguild morocco wool berber rugs are known for their base with geometric designs across the carpet.

Size: (178cm x 301cm) (6’ x 10’)

This amazing berber traditional hand-knotted patterned extra large area rug is stunning with it’s pink, blue, ivory, charcoal degrees…

Handknotted with 100% natural dyed and good quality WOOL on a wool base. Medium thickness with medium to low piles.

Strong and durable carpet thanks to incredible skills of the weaver. It has survived for many years and will stand for years and years to come. A vintage treasure in great condition of incredible cultural value.

In very good vintage conditions. As vintage can vary in age, please be aware that vintage items may have previously be use and may show some signs of use.

Ready to ship, delivery in approx 1 week.

We ship worldwide from Morocco with DHL Express.

For cleaning, we recommend a regular vacuum cleaning, we highly recommend dry clean ( we don't recommend steam cleaning, because the hot steam could cause some damages on the wool). From time to time, you can expose the rug to direct sunlight in a sunny day.

-Ready to ship, delivery in approx 1 week.

We ship worldwide from Morocco with DHL Express.

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Handmade Moroccan Wool Rug with Geometric Patterns

Vintage Moroccan Tribal Rug with Vibrant Colors

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Colorful Moroccan Kilim Rug for Boho Home Decor

Handwoven Moroccan Beni Ourain Shag Rug in Neutral Tones

Moroccan Runner Rug with Diamond Pattern and Fringe Detail

Authentic Moroccan Boucherouite Rug with Recycled Fabric

Black and White Moroccan Rug with Modern Geometric Design

Moroccan Area Rug with Tassel Detail and Rich Texture

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[constance-emmeline]

The Second Chapter (of eight)

Draped as carefully across the seat and arms of the other arm chair was a black silk dress and white nylon, lace trimmed pinafore: the outer apparel of a uniformed maid. There was no underwear there though or stockings because these were still being worn by the maid whose dress and pinafore these were. A pair of pretty white lace trimmed knickers of which the maid had evidently been relieved lay discarded and crumpled, evidently thrown onto the shag pile rug between the arm chairs during the excitement and heat of passionate sexual exchange.

The Marchioness had woken up. She had enjoyed a night of unusually deep sleep and felt refreshed. As usual, she allowed herself time to lie quite still, on her back and reflect on many things as she made the transition from sleep to rest, to wakefulness and up and positively onwards with the day.

Today though, she felt a particular sense of warmth and well-being. She also felt invigorated. Much of her naked body ached satisfyingly in the manner only exercise could bring. Her vulva throbbed gently, a wonderful reminder of the lesbian activities she had enjoyed with another during yesterday until late in the evening. Her breasts tingled and her nipples felt quite sore in their response to their prolonged distention as a result of sustained sexual excitement. She knew her breasts, neck and other parts of her body would proudly bear the characteristic red marks caused by sustained kissing.

Her thighs felt stiff, too. She supposed this was as a result of the repeated orgasms she had enjoyed and been astonished by. The Marchioness had found herself completely exposed to a combination of lightness of touch, tenderness and a dexterity of hand beyond anything she had previously experienced.

In short, the Marchioness knew she had been completely fucked. Repeatedly.

She felt ecstatic.

She wanted to get fucked like it again and fuck the person who had done this to her.

That person lay sleeping contentedly, peacefully and quietly on the Marchioness’ right.

It was that person to whom the dress and pinafore draped on the arm chair belonged.

[atplblog]

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Traditional Moroccan Shag Rug – Deep Red 7.7 x 12.9 FT

Immerse yourself in comfort with this luxurious Moroccan shag rug, featuring a rich deep red hue that adds warmth and sophistication to any room. Handwoven with premium wool, this large 7.7 x 12.9-foot rug brings traditional Moroccan craftsmanship to your home. Its thick pile provides an ultra-soft feel underfoot, making it ideal for living rooms, bedrooms, or any cozy retreat. Elevate your decor with this elegant shag rug, designed to make a bold statement and offer lasting comfort.

[bluepaisley]

2025 Rug and Carpet Care Guide: Top Tips to Keep Your Floors Fresh and Stylish

Rugs and carpets play a vital role in enhancing the ambiance of your home, providing warmth, comfort, and style. However, maintaining their pristine condition requires consistent care. At Blue Paisley, we understand that proper upkeep can be challenging, so we’ve compiled this 2025 guide with essential tips to keep your floors looking fresh and fashionable all year round.

1. Vacuum Regularly but Wisely

Frequent vacuuming prevents dirt and debris from settling deep into the fibers, which can lead to wear and tear. Use a vacuum with adjustable settings to avoid damaging delicate rugs, and remember to vacuum in multiple directions to lift dirt effectively.

2. Rotate Rugs Periodically

To ensure even wear, rotate your rugs every three to six months. This is particularly important in high-traffic areas where footfall can lead to uneven fading or flattening of fibers.

3. Address Spills Immediately

Accidents happen, but quick action can prevent stains. Blot spills gently with a clean, absorbent cloth—never rub, as this can push the stain deeper into the fibers. Use a mild cleaning solution suited to your rug’s material for stubborn spots.

4. Use Rug Pads

Rug pads provide cushioning, prevent slipping, and reduce friction between the rug and the floor. This not only enhances safety but also extends the lifespan of your rug by minimizing wear.

5. Deep Clean Annually

Even with regular maintenance, rugs and carpets benefit from an annual deep cleaning. For larger or delicate rugs, professional cleaning services are recommended to ensure safe and thorough care. For synthetic carpets, consider steam cleaning for optimal results.

6. Protect from Sunlight

Prolonged exposure to sunlight can fade colors and weaken fibers. Use curtains or blinds to shield your rugs from direct sunlight, or rotate them frequently to distribute exposure evenly.

7. Combat Odors Naturally

To keep your rugs smelling fresh, sprinkle a light layer of baking soda over the surface and let it sit for 15-20 minutes before vacuuming. This natural deodorizer is safe and effective.

8. Brush or Comb High-Pile Rugs

High-pile or shag rugs can become matted over time. Use a carpet rake or brush to fluff the fibers and restore their original texture. Be gentle to avoid pulling or tearing fibers.

9. Handle Fringe with Care

Fringed edges add charm to many rugs but can be delicate. Avoid vacuuming fringe directly to prevent tangling or damage. Instead, clean fringe by gently shaking out debris or using a handheld vacuum on a low setting.

10. Invest in Quality Cleaning Products

The right cleaning products make all the difference. Opt for solutions specifically designed for your rug’s material—wool, silk, or synthetic—to avoid discoloration or fiber damage.

By incorporating these tips into your routine, you can preserve the beauty and functionality of your rugs and carpets for years to come. At Blue Paisley, we’re passionate about helping you care for your investments. Whether you need professional cleaning services or expert advice, we’re here to assist.Transform your floors with confidence and style in 2025. Visit Blue Paisley today for all your rug and carpet care needs!

[samirhossain]

Transform Your Home with These Six Stunning Rugs Styles: From Timeless Persian to Modern Chic

Introduction:

Are you looking for the best rugs for your house or someone else’s? Then you are in the right place to get the perfect idea. As human beings, all day long, whatever activities we perform, our surroundings play a crucial role in our comfort and well-being. In the ever-evolving world of interior design, one element consistently stands out as a timeless contributor to both style and comfort: the rug. More than just a floor covering, a well-chosen rug can transform a space, infusing it with warmth, personality, and a touch of sophistication. Whether you’re looking to define a living area, add a splash of color to a neutral room, or create a cozy atmosphere, rugs offer a versatile solution that caters to all tastes and preferences.

From luxurious Persian carpets that tell stories of ancient artistry to modern geometric designs that exude contemporary chic, rugs come in an astonishing array of styles, materials, and patterns. They are not merely decorative pieces but functional works of art that enhance a room’s aesthetic and practical aspects. Imagine the tactile pleasure of sinking your feet into a plush shag rug on a chilly morning or the visual delight of a vibrantly patterned area rug anchoring your living space. These are the moments that make a house feel like a home.

Moreover, rugs are crucial in defining and enhancing various areas within your home. They can create a focal point in your living room, provide a soft landing in your bedroom, or add a layer of comfort in high-traffic areas like hallways and kitchens. The right rug can tie a room’s decor together, creating a harmonious blend of elements that reflect your style.

Join us on this journey to discover how the right rug can elevate your home, adding elegance, comfort, and a touch of timeless beauty. For more insights and to explore our curated collection, visit our website and start transforming your home today!

Washable Area Rug 8×10 – A Perfect Blend of Style and Functionality.

The Soalmost Washable Area Rug 8×10 is a versatile and elegant addition to your living space. This large, soft rug enhances the ambiance of any room, from the living room to the dining area. Its vintage beige color adds a touch of classic charm, making it a perfect match for various interior styles.

Material & Construction Crafted from high-quality microfiber, this rug offers a plush and comfortable feel underfoot. The mechanical braided weave ensures durability, making it a long-lasting choice for your home. A pile height of 0.24 inches provides just the right amount of softness without being overly thick.

Key Features

Washable Design: One of the standout features of this rug is its washability. It’s easy to clean, ensuring that it remains fresh and stain-free.

Non-Slip Backing: Safety is paramount, and this rug’s non-slip backing ensures it stays in place, preventing accidental slips and falls.

Stain Resistant: The microfiber material resists stains, making it ideal for high-traffic areas and homes with kids or pets.

Versatile Size: Measuring 8×10 feet, it’s large enough to anchor your living room furniture or fit perfectly under a dining table.

Vintage Appeal: The classic beige color and vintage design add a sophisticated touch to any room.

Pros

Easy Maintenance: Being washable, it’s effortless to keep clean.

Non-Slip: Enhances safety by staying securely in place.

Stain Resistant: Keeps looking new longer.

Comfortable: Soft and plush underfoot.

Stylish: Adds a vintage charm to your decor.

Cons

Price Point: The quality and features come at the little higher price, which might not fit everyone’s budget.

Moderate Thickness: At 0.24 inches, it may not provide the plushest feel for those seeking a thicker rug.

Overall, the Soalmost Washable Area Rug 8×10 is a fantastic choice for anyone looking to combine style, functionality, and ease of maintenance in their home. Its classic design and practical features make it a must-have for any stylish and comfortable living space.

JONATHAN Y MOH101B-8 Moroccan Hype Boho Vintage Diamond Area Rug.

The JONATHAN Y MOH101B-8 Moroccan Hype Boho Vintage Diamond Area Rug, is an 8 ft. x 10 ft. masterpiece designed to bring a touch of bohemian charm to any room. This rug is perfect for various spaces, including bedrooms, kitchens, and living rooms.

Material & Construction Crafted from durable polypropylene, this rug is machine-made with a power-loomed weave, ensuring longevity and resilience. The low pile height of 0.31 inches offers a soft and comfortable feel underfoot while being easy to maintain.

Key Features

Non-Shedding: Designed to keep shedding to a minimum, making it ideal for high-traffic areas.

Pet Friendly: Safe and comfortable for pets, ensuring it withstands their activities.

Stain Resistant: The material resists stains, easy to use for homes with kids or pets.

Water Resistant: Adds durability and ease of care, making it a practical choice.

Non-Slip: Stays securely in place, enhancing safety.

Easy Cleaning: Vacuum regularly, spot clean as needed, and for tough stains, professional cleaning is recommended.

Pros

Easy Maintenance: Simple to clean and maintain.

Durable: Withstands high traffic and pet activities.

Stylish: The Boho design adds a trendy, sophisticated touch.

Comfortable: Low pile provides a soft feel underfoot.

Versatile: Suitable for various rooms and spaces.

Cons

No Backing: Requires a rug pad to prevent slipping on certain floor types.

Moderate Thickness: At 0.31 inches, it may not provide the plushest feel for those seeking a thicker rug.

Overall, the JONATHAN Y Moroccan Hype Boho Vintage Diamond Rug is a stylish and practical addition to any home, offering a blend of beauty and functionality.

Ophanie 3×5 Rug – A Cozy Addition to Any Space

Ophanie 3×5 Rug, is a best-selling choice that adds a touch of modern elegance and comfort to your home. This rug is perfect for bedrooms, dorms, living rooms, and nurseries, making it a versatile essential for any household.

Material & Construction Crafted from high-quality polyester with silicone and polyvinyl chloride backing, this rug ensures durability and softness. The knitted construction and high pile height of 1.57 inches offer a fluffy and plush feel underfoot, providing ultimate comfort.

Key Features

Fluffy Design: The high pile provides a luxurious and cozy feel, perfect for adding warmth and comfort to any room.

Foldable: Easy to store and transport, this rug can be folded without losing its shape or quality.

Non-Slip Backing: Ensures the rug stays securely in place, making it safe for high-traffic areas.

Modern Style: The solid grey color and modern design make it a stylish addition to various decor themes.

Versatile Usage: Ideal for study rooms, bedrooms, dorms, and living rooms, enhancing the aesthetic appeal of any space.

Pros

Easy Maintenance: The rug is easy to clean and maintain, ensuring it stays looking fresh.

Durable: Made from high-quality materials that withstand daily use.

Comfortable: High pile height offers a soft and plush feel.

Stylish: The modern design and solid grey color fit seamlessly with different decor styles.

Safe: Non-slip backing provides added safety.

Cons

Stain Resistance: Not stain resistant, which may require extra care in high-traffic areas.

No Backing: While it has a non-slip feature, it may still require a rug pad for extra stability on certain floors.

Overall, the Ophanie 3×5 Rug is an excellent choice for anyone looking to add comfort, style, and functionality to their space. Its plush feel and modern aesthetic make it a perfect fit for various rooms and settings.

OLANLY Bathroom Rugs 30×20 – Ultimate Comfort and Functionality

OLANLY Bathroom Rugs 30×20, an extra soft and absorbent chenille bath rug that enhances the comfort and style of your bathroom. This rug is designed to provide luxurious softness and quick-drying properties, making it a perfect addition to your bathroom, kitchen, bedroom, living room, or hallway.

Material & Construction Made from high-quality chenille, this rug offers a plush and fluffy texture. The thermoplastic rubber (TPR) backing ensures it stays in place, providing a non-slip surface that adds safety to high-traffic areas. With a thickness of 1 inch and tufted weave construction, this rug is both durable and comfortable.

Key Features

Extra Soft and Absorbent: The high pile chenille material absorbs water quickly, keeping your floors dry and adding a cozy touch to your home.

Quick Drying: Designed to dry quickly, this rug prevents mildew and unpleasant odors, maintaining a fresh and clean environment.

Non-Slip Backing: The TPR backing keeps the rug securely in place, preventing slips and falls.

Machine Washable: Easy to clean, just toss it in the washing machine for hassle-free maintenance.

Versatile Usage: Suitable for various rooms, including kitchens, bathrooms, bedrooms, living rooms, and hallways.

Pros

Easy Maintenance: Machine washable for effortless cleaning.

Durable: High-quality materials ensure long-lasting use.

Comfortable: Extra soft and fluffy, perfect for bare feet.

Stylish: Modern design and solid grey color fit seamlessly with any decor.

Non-Slip: Provides added safety in wet areas.

Cons

Water Resistance: Not completely water-resistant, so avoid prolonged exposure to excessive moisture.

Thickness: While 1 inch thick, some may prefer a thinner option for lower clearance areas.

Overall, the OLANLY Bathroom Rugs 30×20 is a fantastic choice for those seeking a combination of comfort, style, and practicality. Its luxurious feel and functional features make it an ideal addition to any home.

Ophanie Area Rug 4×6 – The Ultimate Cozy Addition

Ophanie Area Rug 4×6, a perfect blend of comfort and style for your living spaces. This fluffy, fuzzy, shaggy, soft plush carpet is designed to enhance the aesthetic of your bedroom, living room, home office, playroom, or nursery room.

Material & Construction Crafted from high-quality polyester, this rug is known for its durability and plush feel. The knitted weave type provides a high pile height of 1.57 inches, offering a luxurious and soft texture underfoot. The rug is machine-made, ensuring consistent quality and longevity.

Key Features

Fluffy Design: The high pile creates a fluffy and cozy environment, perfect for lounging and adding warmth to your room.

Versatile Usage: Ideal for various room types, including living rooms, bedrooms, home offices, playrooms, and nurseries, making it a versatile decor piece.

Modern Style: The solid grey color and modern design seamlessly blend with different decor themes, adding a touch of elegance.

Easy Care: Although not stain resistant, it’s designed for easy hand washing, maintaining its plush and soft texture.

Lightweight: Weighing only 3.62 pounds, it is easy to move and position around your home.

Pros

Comfortable: High pile offers a plush and soft feel.

Durable: Made from high-quality materials that withstand daily use.

Stylish: Modern design and solid grey color fit various decor styles.

Versatile: Suitable for multiple room types.

Easy to Clean: Hand washable for convenience.

Cons

Stain Resistance: Not stain resistant, requiring extra care in high-traffic areas.

Hand Wash Only: Requires hand washing, which may be less convenient for some users.

Overall, the Ophanie Area Rug 4×6 is a fantastic choice for those looking to add a cozy, stylish, and functional piece to their home decor. Its plush feel and modern aesthetic make it an ideal addition to any room.

CHAMPLANT 5×7 Washable Area Rug – Elegance Meets Functionality

CHAMPLANT 5×7 Washable Area Rug, a perfect blend of vintage charm and modern practicality. This traditional floor cover is designed to elevate the aesthetic of your bedroom, living room, home office, hallway, or dining room with its elegant grey floral print.

Material & Construction This rug is crafted from high-quality faux wool with a thermoplastic rubber backing, ensuring durability and a soft texture underfoot. The machine-made, braided weave provides a low pile height of 0.27 inches, making it a practical choice for various indoor spaces. Its foldable design makes it easy to store and transport.

Key Features

Short Plush for Non-Stick Sweeping Robots: The low pile height ensures compatibility with robot vacuums, making cleaning a breeze.

Machine Washable: Easy to clean, just toss it in the washing machine for hassle-free maintenance.

Foldable: Conveniently foldable, allowing for easy storage and movement.

Vacuum Suction: Compatible with vacuum cleaners for regular upkeep.

Waterproof and Anti-Fouling: Designed to resist water and stains, making it suitable for high-traffic areas.

Pros

Easy Maintenance: The washable and vacuum-friendly design ensures effortless cleaning.

Durable: High-quality materials ensure long-lasting use.

Stylish: The boho floral pattern adds a trendy touch to any room.

Versatile: Suitable for multiple room types, enhancing the decor of various spaces.

Safe: Non-slip backing provides added safety.

Cons

Thickness: At 0.27 inches, it may not provide the plushest feel for those seeking a thicker rug.

Weight: Weighing 8.3 pounds, it may be heavier than some other rugs of similar size.

Overall, the CHAMPLANT 5×7 Washable Area Rug is an excellent choice for those looking to combine style, functionality, and ease of maintenance in their home. Its vintage design and practical features make it a must-have for any stylish and comfortable living space.

FAQ: Your Guide to Choosing the Perfect Rug

Q: What types of rugs are discussed in the content? A: The content covers Persian, modern geometric, shag, vintage, outdoor, and eco-friendly rugs, each with unique styles and benefits.

Q: How do I choose the best rug for my living room? A: Consider the room size, color scheme, and traffic. Large, washable rugs like the Soalmost 8×10 are ideal for high-traffic areas.

Q: What is special about the JONATHAN Y Moroccan Hype Boho Rug? A: This 8×10 rug combines bohemian charm with practical features like non-shedding, pet-friendly material, and easy cleaning.

Q: Are there recommendations for smaller spaces? A: Yes, the Ophanie 3×5 Rug is perfect for smaller spaces such as dorms, bedrooms, and nurseries. It’s fluffy, non-slip, and foldable.

Q: Can outdoor rugs be used indoors? A: Yes, many outdoor rugs are versatile enough for indoor use, durable, and easy to clean.

This FAQ provides concise answers to help you choose the perfect rug for your home.

Conclusion: The Timeless Appeal and Practical Benefits of Rugs

Rugs have long been a staple in home decor, offering a unique blend of style, comfort, and functionality. Their versatility makes them an essential element in enhancing the aesthetic and practical aspects of any living space.

Aesthetic Enhancement Rugs serve as focal points, anchoring furniture and tying together various elements of a room. Whether you prefer intricate Persian patterns, sleek modern designs, or the cozy allure of shag rugs, there’s a rug to match every taste. They inject color, texture, and personality, transforming any space into a warm and inviting haven.

Comfort and Warmth One of the primary reasons rugs are cherished is the comfort they provide. A soft, plush rug underfoot can make any room feel cozier and more inviting. In colder climates, rugs add an extra layer of insulation, keeping floors warm and enhancing overall comfort during winter.

Noise Reduction Rugs significantly reduce noise by absorbing sound from footsteps and conversations, which is particularly beneficial in apartments or homes with hard flooring.

Safety Rugs enhance safety by providing a non-slip surface, particularly in high-traffic areas. They also cushion falls, making them a practical addition to homes with young children or elderly residents.

Floor Protection Rugs protect floors from wear and tear, extending the life of hardwood, tile, or carpeted surfaces. They act as a barrier against dirt, spills, and heavy foot traffic, preserving the integrity of your flooring.

Versatility and Maintenance Rugs are incredibly versatile and can be used in various settings. Many modern rugs are designed with easy maintenance in mind, being machine-washable and stain-resistant.

Eco-Friendly Options For environmentally conscious consumers, there are numerous eco-friendly rugs made from sustainable materials like jute, bamboo, and recycled fibers.

In conclusion, rugs are a timeless addition to any home, offering a perfect blend of style, comfort, and practicality. Choosing the right rug can enhance your home’s beauty, provide comfort and safety, and protect your floors, making it a valuable and stylish asset.

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Curating Comfort: How to Make Your Home a Cozy Haven You Never Want to Leave

There’s nothing like the feeling of stepping into a home that wraps you in warmth and comfort. A cozy haven isn’t just about plush furniture or soft blankets—it’s about creating an atmosphere that makes you feel at ease, relaxed, and completely at home. Whether you’re in a small apartment or a spacious house, the right touches can transform your space into a sanctuary where you can unwind and recharge.

In this blog, we’ll explore how to curate comfort in your home through thoughtful design choices, personal touches, and a few simple tricks that make your space feel inviting and cozy—all the time.

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1. Embrace Soft Textures

One of the easiest and most effective ways to make your home feel cozy is by layering soft textures throughout your space. Textures add depth and warmth, making a room feel more inviting and comfortable. Think of the things you love to touch—soft throws, plush pillows, and cozy rugs.

Throw Blankets & Pillows: Pile your couch or bed with fluffy pillows and a cozy throw blanket. Choose a mix of materials, such as velvet, knit, or faux fur, for added visual interest and tactile comfort.

Area Rugs: A large, plush rug can immediately soften a room and create a sense of warmth, especially if you have hardwood or tile floors. Opt for deep, comforting materials like wool or shag for a tactile experience underfoot.

Why It Works: Soft textures help create a sensory experience that encourages relaxation and comfort. They also add a layer of visual warmth that invites you to sink in and feel at home.

Pro Tip: Opt for fabrics in warm, neutral tones like deep browns, creams, or soft grays to create a cozy atmosphere that’s easy to mix and match with other elements in the room.

2. Warm Up the Lighting

Lighting is crucial in setting the mood of a room. Harsh overhead lighting can feel cold and uninviting, while soft, ambient lighting creates a warm and welcoming environment. The goal is to layer your lighting, using a mix of soft lights and task lighting to achieve a cozy, relaxed feel.

Table and Floor Lamps: Use lamps with warm-toned bulbs to create soft pools of light. Lamps can be strategically placed around the room to add a warm glow and eliminate dark corners.

Candles: Candles are a great way to add instant warmth and coziness. Whether you opt for scented or unscented candles, their soft flickering light and comforting scents can make a room feel intimate and peaceful.

Why It Works: Soft, warm lighting creates a relaxing atmosphere that helps you unwind and feel at ease. It also makes your space feel more inviting and intimate, perfect for curling up with a good book or relaxing with friends.

Pro Tip: If you don’t want to commit to wall-mounted lighting, string lights can be a playful and cozy alternative. Hang them along the edges of shelves or windows for a soft, twinkling effect.

3. Layer Up with Soft, Inviting Colors

Color plays a huge role in creating a cozy atmosphere. Warm, muted shades tend to evoke feelings of comfort and relaxation, while bright, bold hues can be energizing but might not foster a sense of calm. To make your home feel like a sanctuary, consider using a palette of soft, earthy tones.

Warm Neutrals: Shades of beige, taupe, or warm grays create a calm and soothing backdrop that works well in any room. These neutral tones help ground the space and provide a flexible base for other design elements.

Deep Accent Colors: Add depth and richness with deeper accent colors, such as forest green, navy blue, or rich burgundy. These colors are inviting and cozy, perfect for creating a relaxed, comfortable environment.

Why It Works: Soft, warm colors naturally encourage relaxation and calmness. They provide a sense of shelter and security, making your home feel more like a retreat.

Pro Tip: Experiment with color gradients by using varying shades of one color throughout the room. This creates a sense of flow and cohesion without overwhelming the space.

4. Incorporate Natural Elements

Nature has a way of calming the mind and grounding the spirit. Bringing natural elements into your home not only adds texture and interest but also creates a harmonious, calming environment. Think wood, plants, and natural fibers.

Wood Accents: Natural wood furniture or wooden beams can warm up a space, adding texture and richness. Whether it’s a wooden coffee table or a pair of wooden shelves, the organic feel of wood adds a sense of groundedness to your home.

Plants: Indoor plants are an easy way to bring life to your space. Plants not only improve air quality but their green hues and natural shapes can have a soothing effect. Consider low-maintenance options like snake plants, pothos, or succulents.

Natural Fibers: Materials like linen, cotton, and wool are naturally soft and breathable, making them perfect for bedding, cushions, or curtains. These materials add a tactile layer of comfort that’s both aesthetic and functional.

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Why It Works: Natural elements add warmth, texture, and life to your space, helping to create a harmonious and peaceful atmosphere. They remind you of the outdoors and create a connection to nature, which can have a calming effect on the mind.

Pro Tip: Arrange your plants in varying heights and sizes for an organic, layered look. Don’t be afraid to go for a mix of both large statement plants and smaller potted plants to create balance.

5. Personalize Your Space

Your home should feel like an extension of yourself—full of things that bring you joy, comfort, and nostalgia. Personal touches are what make a house feel truly like a home. Incorporate items that have meaning to you and reflect your unique style.

Family Heirlooms & Personal Art: Display family photos, heirloom pieces, or artwork that resonates with you. These elements tell your story and create a deeper connection with your space.

Books and Collectibles: A shelf full of books, trinkets, or collections can add personality and warmth to a room. Not only do they provide visual interest, but they also create a sense of comfort by reflecting your interests and memories.

Favorite Textiles: Consider adding a few cherished, well-worn items like an old blanket, a cozy chair, or a beloved vintage lamp. These pieces make your space feel lived in and personal.

Why It Works: Personal items make a space feel unique and special. Surrounding yourself with meaningful things creates a deep emotional connection to your home, making it a place you want to return to every day.

Pro Tip: Don’t be afraid to mix and match styles. An eclectic approach to personal décor creates a cozy, lived-in vibe that feels comfortable and welcoming.

6. Create Cozy Nooks

One of the easiest ways to make your home feel cozy is by creating little pockets of comfort. Cozy nooks are perfect for reading, relaxing, or simply enjoying a quiet moment. These spaces can be tucked away in any corner of your home.

Reading Corner: Create a reading nook with a comfy chair, a soft blanket, and a small side table for your favorite books or a warm beverage.

Window Seats: If you have a window with a good view, turn it into a cozy nook with cushions, a throw, and a small table. Natural light combined with soft furnishings makes it a perfect space to unwind.

Cozy Bedroom Retreat: Make your bedroom a sanctuary by adding extra cushions, a soft duvet, and soft lighting. Consider a soft, warm color palette and incorporate personal touches like family photos or art prints that evoke relaxation.

Why It Works: Nooks provide a sense of privacy and intimacy, creating a space for you to escape from the hustle and bustle of daily life. Whether you’re curling up with a book or sipping your morning coffee, these spaces make your home feel more peaceful and personal.

Pro Tip: Keep your cozy nook clutter-free and focused on comfort—think plush pillows, soft lighting, and a few simple décor elements that bring joy.

Conclusion: Curate a Haven of Comfort

Curating comfort in your home is all about creating an environment that nurtures your well-being and makes you feel truly at ease. By layering soft textures, incorporating warm lighting, embracing natural elements, and personalizing your space with meaningful touches, you can create a home that invites you to relax and unwind.

Whether it’s a cozy reading nook, a warm color palette, or the perfect plush blanket, the key is to make your home a reflection of your personal comfort. After all, the more you feel at home in your own space, the harder it will be to leave.

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