#silver table setting

[thesixthduke]

[vintagehomecollection]

Affectionate 19th-century Austrian porcelain ducks, artless daisies and handpainted 'fish' place mats add character to a table set for dinner in the vividly patterned Dining Room.

Celebrity Homes II, 1981

[chasingrainbowsforever]

~ Pink and Silver ~

[mrsterlingusa]

Blue and White for Spring

[pamwmsn]

via georgiangentility

Gracious table setting.

[doublekanble]

ghost in your home was not supposed to end like that at all lol, wrestled with the idea of letting him have his cake and eat it too or shove it in his face a bit more and ended up with just letting him be

[pawjamas]

Saw this at the store today and it reminded me of you!

-Silver

PLEASEE i need everything here.. literally it’d be so difficult for me to not leave w/o every single thing here.. cries !! so so cute

[tinyshe]

[dekuneho]

five in the morning ☆ ( ​prohero!katsuki x reader ) mdni | suggestive

The digital alarm clock seated on your bedside table flickers, casting a glow that reads 5 AM in the asscrack of morning. Your boyfriend is dead asleep and probably won’t wake up for a while, hopefully. You don’t waste opportunities that the universe has clearly granted on a silver platter, and so you set to work right away.

You slip off the bed, skillfully slithering away from Katsuki’s grip. He stirs momentarily, legs sliding over the warmth you had left; you hold your breath, watching him carefully. Katsuki continues snoring.

Mission accomplished.

Katsuki’s the better cook, and he had been spoiling you rotten all this time with his three-star Michelin cooking. Considering how well he treated you last night, you want to treat him by waking up to breakfast in bed this morning. It’ll be nothing special, but he’d be on the other end of the princess treatment this time, and it’s at least something.

A traditional Japanese breakfast would take a while, but you had prepared beforehand with leftovers and freezer foods. Now, the real challenge is perfecting Tamagoyaki the way Katsuki does — an impossible feat, but you wouldn’t be Katsuki’s favorite person in the world if you weren’t stubborn and headstrong.

As the rice boils, you move to reach for a cutting board but instead, startle at a warm figure pressing against your back.

Fuck. He wasn’t supposed to wake up right away! You barely started. Did he wake up once he realized you were missing?

“Katsuki,” you say, twisting around to meet your boyfriend’s half-asleep daze. “Can you go back to bed and pretend to be surprised in preferably an hour or so?”

“Nah,” he rasps out, octaves lower than usual. “Don’t wanna waste my view.”

Your plans have been foiled, but whatever. The heat emanating from Katsuki’s body makes you want to leech off him for a little longer. This morning had been a little too cold for comfort.

Katsuki keeps quiet as you work, his chin resting on the curve of your shoulder. He doesn’t murmur any complaints or criticisms, so it could either be because he’s approving of your methods, or it could be because he’s dozing off on your clavicle. He’s pliable as you glide through the kitchen, back and forth — and still, Katsuki’s like a cat perched over you.

“Hey,” Katsuki says. You feel his voice rumble over his chest, and it meets your shoulder blades. “Baby, look at me, please.”

A please so early in the morning? What a miracle.

You shift around, meeting Katsuki’s sharp and heated gaze. Seems like he enjoyed watching you a little too much. You smile, your arms slowly winding their way around his shoulders as his nose brushes against yours.

“Hi,” you whisper in the space you share, grinning.

“Mm,” hums Katsuki, expression turning fierce.

Without warning, he ducks and bites over your nose. It doesn’t hurt, just the threat of his sharp teeth on your skin. Still, you jump in his hold, bewildered and possibly a little aroused?

“Katsuki—”

He licks over your mouth, humming like a cat purring in approval. 

Well — scratch that. He’s more like a dog, licking your face like that, what the hell? You hide your face with an arm, ignoring the heat pooling in your stomach at how Katsuki’s staring at you like he’s mistaken you for breakfast. Breakfast that you worked hard to prepare!

“Down, boy,” you scold. Is he experiencing cuteness aggression?

“Had some on your lips,” Katsuki explains, like he couldn’t have just wiped it off with his thumb. “Tastes good.”

He pokes his tongue out, and you go cross-eyed, trying to follow it. There’s a trace of sauce on it, and you have to summon the power of a thousand men to hold back from sucking on it. He cages you on the island counter with two beefy arms.

“You, I mean,” clarifies Katsuki.

The thousand men are failing miserably.

“Katsuki,” you warn, sounding winded. Pointedly ignoring his grin, you push on his chest. “Let me finish your damn food first, ungrateful brat.”

“You ain’t my ma,” Katsuki snarks back. “Could make you one, if you—”

“Katsuki!” You push on his shoulders with more force, ears burning. Katsuki barks out a gleeful laugh, sounding too lively at this hour, feeding your mess of irritation and arousal.

Katsuki skids to a halt before you can reach the dining table, leaning forward to capture your lips in his. You inhale sharply, fingers twitching uselessly by his side. Katsuki pries your lips open with his, licking into your mouth some more. You can taste the residue of the fruits of your labor ( the breakfast that will get cold soon if Katsuki doesn’t cut this shit out ), and his hand sliding down to cup your ass is all it takes for you to melt against him.

You jerk away, needing to breathe. Katsuki watches you with a frown. You feel lightheaded.

“Fuckin’ cute,” he mutters, pinching your cheek. “Cookin’ breakfast f’me like that. So good to me, baby, you know that?”

“I — I should be the one saying that, Katsuki,” you say, embarrassed. “‘s why I wanted to surprise you.”

Katsuki scowls. “Stop acting all cute so damn early in the morning. I don’t want to fuckin’ marry you on some random fucking Wednesday.”

Breakfast is quiet, with you steaming from embarrassment and Katsuki preening from his win, all smug and stupidly handsome. It didn’t work out as planned, but maybe it was just an opportunity for you to share a Wednesday morning with your Katsuki, who’s criticizing the lack of spice but inhaling every grain of rice on his plate. 

You smile at your food. Maybe marrying him on a Wednesday wouldn’t be so bad.

[pushpa-exports]

Silver Coffee Table and Chairs Set

Elevate your living room's ambiance with our Silver Coffee Table and Chairs Set. This exquisite ensemble combines a sleek silver coffee table with matching chairs, adding a touch of luxury and sophistication to your space. Perfect for cozy gatherings and creating a stylish focal point in your living area. Make your living room a haven of elegance.

[alittleveggies]

Home Bar - Rustic Family Room Large mountain style enclosed dark wood floor family room photo with a bar, beige walls, no fireplace and a wall-mounted tv

[thesixthduke]

[chasingrainbowsforever]

Table Decorations: Mixing Casual and Formal ~ Lory at DesignThusiasm

[mrsterlingusa]

Spring Place Setting

[xamelsketch]

vampire Rhaenyra this, vampire Rhaenyra that, WHAT ABOUT VAMPIRE ALICENT GUYS !?

[I.D The image depicts Vampire Alicent and human Rhaenyra in a sort of embrace. Alicent, behind Rhaenyra, is drinking blood from her shoulder, with blood dripping down to Rhaenyra's collarbone. Alicent's left hand, adorned with a red jewelled ring on her pinkie, rests on Rhaenyra's opposite shoulder. Both are dressed in medieval-style gowns. Rhaenyra's dress is red with silver embroidery details on her collar and sleeve. Whereas Alicents dress is blue with what we can see small golden embroidery on her sleeve. Rhaenyra leans forward slightly, her white hair flowing to the side as she rests one hand on a table, where a matching green jewelled ring is visible on her pinkie. Their right hands are intertwined on Rhaenyra's waist, showcasing matching gold bands on their ring finger, while Rhaenyra wears a silver ring on her index finger, engraved with the letter "T." The scene is set against a dark, moody background, with soft lighting illuminating the figures from the bottom left. END I.D.]