#shower & tub

[pugtails]

Transitional Basement Picture of a large transitional basement with a beige floor and carpeting

[psychoviolinist]

Transitional Bathroom - 3/4 Bath Inspiration for a medium-sized transitional bathroom remodel with a two-piece toilet and 3/4-inch gray porcelain tile, medium-tone wood floor, and gray walls.

[divinebunnii]

its called fashion sweetie you would understand ~

// anywhooo buy some shit I designed! //

[mizgnomer]

Tennant in the Tub (or Shower)

With thanks to @martinsharmony for reminding me to finish and post this set

Bonus behind-the-scenes tub:

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Danny keeps telling heros his tragic backstory buts just ripped from an old game no one really remembers that he liked. That or an old cartoon he watched as a kid.

Example: One day I just woke up and had this strange pink mark on my leg. I was freaking out but then started noticing all this stuff I could do. All of a sudden I liked fish? And these men would keep popping up and telling me I had to fight monsters. Telling me i was picked for it. I got this neat pendent though.

The league have no idea hes bsing them. But eventually he keeps getting closer and closer to the characters story that someone will figure it out. And I like to think it’s Redhood or Flash and no I wont explain why because if you know you know.

Bonus points if Danny switches it up like once he finishes telling the characters full backstory. Maybe it can become a game with him and the others. Who can guess his reference the fastest. Batman is not amused

[tsuchinokoroyale]

If nautical nonsense be something you wish 🎶

[catharsim]

[remash]

house 1736 ~ h arquitectes | photos: © adrià goula

[inspiredlivingspaces]

IG green_is_my_neutral

[tlj1988]

[blooming-violets]

Nicest Thing Peter x Reader for 11. In joy? I really like that fic. I reblogged it on my old account. I feel like thats an underrated fic of yours (maybe bc it came out in 2022? Idk). Would love to see what happened to them!

It's still one my favs because it is just so...me?? Like if I had to chose anything that represented my personality perfectly, it would be Nicest Thing. Just a depressed, sad bitch who loves angst and Peter Parker and enjoys Kate Nash. I feel like I need another Kate Nash song for this "sequel" fic. I'll base it off her song Trash because these two are trash for each other.

You can read this as a separate, on its own Peter x Reader thing if you'd like or you can read it as a future piece to Nicest Thing.

Warnings: Smoking a joint and getting stoned

If porn bots can over take all the tags then I better not get flagged for these gifs.

Peter looked at her through blazed out, squinting eyes. A haze of smoke filled their bathroom as they passed the joint back and forth between them. They were seated in the unfilled tub, fully clothed, and facing each other. She had made him take the spot next to the faucet under the claims that sitting over the drain made her feel “icky” like she might get sucked in. He didn’t mind. Even if their leaky faucet kept dripping cold water over his shoulder. 

“Do you remember the Rugrats episode when Tommy and Chuckie are afraid of getting sucked down the bathtub drain because Angelica tells them a story of some other baby who died that way?” He asked, handing her off the joint. 

She placed it between her lips and he watched with a slow blinking, admiration for her. He loved her. She had been with him through everything. He owed his entire life to her. Without her in his life, he would no longer be here. She was everything important in the world. 

She smiled, remembering, and let out the most beautiful laugh. She always got extra giggly when they smoked. It was one of his favorite sounds. 

“Don’t they fill the drain with play-doh and shit? It’s a weird reddish, pink color. Why do I remember that specific color so much?” She replied, mystified. 

Peter chuckled, “Because old school Rugrats was filled with some crazy ass imagery. It sticks in your mind.” 

“Yeah but I remember thinking that I specifically wanted to eat that color...like maybe it would taste nice…like the imaginary food from Hook.” She passed it back to him, letting the smoke exhale in a little, circular puffs from between her lips. 

“Do you want to get into a pretend food fight with me and see if anything appears?” He grinned. 

Her red rimmed eyes squinted back at him as she laughed, “With the way these munchies have been hitting me the past few minutes, I think it might actually happen. I could imagine food hard enough to make it show up.” 

His mind started to wander as a hungry smile spread across his face, imagining all the food he could eat, and he spoke with a dreamy whisper, “Pizza bagels.”

“What?”

“Let’s make pizza bagels. ‘M hungry. Starvin’. Gonna die if I don’t get some food in me.” 

Her eyes glowed with excitement at the idea, “Pizza bagels. Yes, you’re a genius!” 

“I know,” he giggled, it bubbled out of him without any self control. It wasn’t the weed that did it. It was her. He felt free when he was with her. He flicked out the joint against the ashtray balancing on the edge of the tub. “I really am. Smartest man alive, probably.” 

She snorted, “Okay, I wouldn’t go that far. Get your ego in check, Parker, before I have to slap some sense back into you.” 

He beamed at her, his love consumed him, feeling it outshine every other emotion rattling around inside of him. She was beautiful. Stunning. Picture perfect. He wanted to hang her up on his wall like an expensive piece of art so he could admire every day of his life. 

Her shoulders shrunk up to her ears under the intensity of his gaze.

“Stop that,” she whispered. “Don’t look at me with those eyes or I’ll kick you. I’ve got a perfect aim for your crotch in this position.”

Peter shook his head, “Nope, sorry, I refuse. I can’t help it. You look…perfect. The nicest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

“You’re stoned.” 

“Yes. Doesn’t change the fact that your lips look very enticing.” He winked at her and tried to scoot forward to get a taste. 

Her socked foot landed against his chest, pushing him back in place, “I thought we were making pizza bagels, not kissing. Weren’t you just starving a minute ago?” 

“Starving for you, maybe.” 

“Peter!” She let out a loud laugh, keeping him at bay with her outstretched leg. 

He was so in love. Completely enamored. Whipped. Head over heels. Trash for her. Whatever he wanted to call it. He belonged to her so wholly. His bleeding heart was in her hand for the rest of his life. He would follow her to the ends of the earth and back again. 

“If you don’t let me kiss you right this very second, I am going to turn this shower on.” His hand reached over his shoulder to grip onto the shower knob with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. 

She gave a sharp inhale, “You wouldn’t dare.” 

His eyebrows raised, taking on that challenge, “Oh really?”

She knew she fucked up the second before the shower burst to life. From his position in the tub, it shot over his head to spray directly into her face. She shrieked and fell back, sliding down the sloped edge of the tub until she was nearly on her back.

It was all the opportunity he needed to pounce. He leapt on top of her to the sound of her laughter and blocked the shower stream from her face with his back. His arms wrapped protectively around her head as he laid over her. Water pooled around them, warming their bodies, and soaking through their clothes. 

They didn’t feel it. 

All he could feel was the devoted love burning a hole in his chest where his heart used to be. 

She giggled up at him, blinking water droplets from her eyes, and whispered, “You’re an ass.”

He laughed in response and crashed his lips over hers, mumbling against them, “You love me.” 

She sighed in content. Her arms snaked around his neck to draw him closer, melting happily into his kiss. 

“I do.”

[geppettospuppet]

YOU'RE FILTHY! | pinocchio x reader oneshot🤭

a/n: this was actually just supposed to be an imagine... until i just kept writing. also! this oneshot takes place during the time pinocchio is just developing human attributes!

TW: A DIRTY BOY!!!!

anxiety plagued your mind everytime pinocchio was out fighting... whatever was out there. your mind would always assume the worst. you feared one day the puppet that walked through those doors would be half gone... or perhaps he wouldn't return at all.

you tried coping with the fact that p could just be remade... but would it really be the same? would that puppet have the same abilities as your pino? the same personality? what about the memories you two have already made?

you continued to pace around in cricles in the foyer of the hotel. sophia had already asked you about fifteen times what the issue was, but you kept reassuring her that you were just deep in thought.

nobody bought into that.

all of a sudden, you heard the front doors open. you almost broke your neck, whipping it around to see if it was pinocchio.

sure enough, the boy was there and covered in dirt, blood, and oil. a wave of relief overcame you. you were just glad he was back in one piece.

your eyes lit up and you speed walked to him. "welcome back!!!" you said very enthusiastically. this caused pino to smile.

before you were able to give him a hug, you came to a sudden stop. a nauseating scent filled your nostrils, and you immediately plugged your nose with your hand.

"good GOD, pino! is that you?!" you said in a disgusted tone.

pinocchio just looked at you and frowned. why did you say that to him? did he do something wrong? the poor boy couldn't understand why you reacted in such a way.

upon seeing pinocchio's reaction, you quickly panicked and tried to save face. "nonono!! don't be sad!! it's just... well-" you looked off to the side, "sometimes people just... don't smell well... and they have to take showers!"

"showers...?" pinocchio repeated in his usual soft spoken manner.

"mmhm!" you nodded with a smile, "it's completely normal, and i even do it too!" you took his hand and began to lead him upstairs, "let's get those nasty clothes off of you too. i'll make sure those get washed aswell."

pinocchio let out a small "mmhm" in response. he was glad to find out that this was a normal human occurrence instead of a consequence of something bad he did.

showering was just one of the many humanly habits that pinocchio would end up learning during his journey to becoming a real boy. there was so much to being human that he didn't even consider! he found it all fascinating, but what made his journey better was the fact you were there to teach him all of it.

[hackoftheyear]

Yesterday I achieved the perfect blend of weed, vyvanse, caffeine, and YouTube videos and I cleaned for hours. The shower/tub, changed the shower liner, three loads of laundry some of which got put away, the bathroom sink, a load of dishes and some by hand.

[bitchfitch]

kisses

[leezagraves]