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[psychoticallytrans]

Here's something that a lot of thin people don't know about being fat: you have to be very careful, these days, what the weight limit on your furniture is. So much is made of particleboard or even cardboard or flimsy plastic, and it may be great for the environment for things to be made of recycled materials, but it can easily leave fat people in the incredibly humiliating situation of breaking a chair by sitting on it, or a table by leaning on it. It also creates an effective "fat tax" on furniture, since the more solid materials tend to cost more.

When I was looking for loft beds to make my apartment effectively larger, the majority of them had a weight limit of 200 pounds, including the weight of the mattress. That puts a weight limit on the person of roughly 150 pounds, and that presumes a light mattress. That's not taking into account blankets, pillows, and stuffies, which can easily rack up a weight of around ten to twenty pounds without much trouble, bringing the safe weight for a person down to roughly 140 to 130 pounds. The ones that held more than that had a steep increase in price, with ones that held 300 pounds costing roughly 600$ more than the 200 pound ones, and the 400 pound ones, which I wanted for tolerances, ran a good 800$ more on average than the ones for 200 pounds.

More generally, solid wood, metal, tempered glass, and thick, durable plastic cost more than particleboard, cardboard, and flimsy plastic. They are also far more likely to be safe for fat people to use.

If you are a thin person and want fat people to be comfortable when visiting you, invest in furniture that is clearly made with sturdy materials. Having to brush off standing the whole visit is embarrassing both for us and, if you are a host who cares about the comfort of guests, for you.

[jennyjustbeatit]

Industrial Kitchen - Kitchen

[hp-hcs]

PART 3 OF PANSYS BROTHER YANDARE!THEO I BEGGGG

LIGHTHOUSE (Chapter Three of Pansy’s Brother) — yandere! psycho! theodore nott x ftm! parkinson! reader

WARNINGS: abduction/kidnapping, possessive/obsessive behavior

short as fuck but wtv

requests open

it’s a real place! tourlitis lighthouse, just off the coast of andros, greece. absolutely gorgeous, huh?

it’s technically a fully-automatic lighthouse, so there’s no real living quarters inside but yk what i write gay fanfic about wizards on tumblr i can do whatever i want

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You fought against your captor, but their grip was unyielding. They dragged you from the library, ducking into a small alcove before the loud crack of Apparition filled your ears.

Apparating was already an uncomfortable method of travel, but even more so with someone holding you painfully tight from behind. Your captor’s nails dug into your skin as they tightened the hand they had pressed over your mouth, and you could feel your panic begin to rise.

All of the swirling, churning motions of Apparating suddenly stopped, and you would’ve stumbled if hadn’t been for your captor’s firm grasp around your torso.

“Woah- careful, darling. You’re alright. Calm down.”

The stranger’s voice was decidedly male. He slowly pulled his hand away from your mouth, wrapping it around your waist, over top of his other arm.

It was like a really fucked up hug.

Would’ve been sweet of you hadn’t just been, y’know, kidnapped.

You didn’t scream. You didn’t cry. You were too stunned to do anything. The reality of the situation hadn’t even hit you yet.

The stranger buried his face into the back of your neck, his warm breath tickling your hair. You shuddered, cringing at the odd display of… affection? Obsession?

You resolutely ignored the man behind you and instead took a moment to look around, to take in your surroundings.

You were indoors, a very small space that appeared to be round. The walls were whitewashed brick, and the front door, just mere feet away from you, was a dark, solid wood. There was only one window, papered over with yellowing Muggle newspapers.

Dim light filtered through the window, but most of the room’s lighting came from a few oil lamps hanging on the walls. The lamps illuminated a teeny tiny kitchen, with a teeny tiny fridge, and a teeny tiny kitchen table which, by the looks of it, folded up against the wall when it wasn’t being used.

A ladder bolted to the wall ran up into the ceiling, where you could catch a glimpse of a fuzzy blanket in what was, presumably, a loft bedroom. The oddly cylindrical house was rather quaint, in a weird way.

“I’m going to let go of you now, darlin’,” the man behind you suddenly breathed into your ear, startling you.

You held your breath as your captor pulled his arms away.

The second he let go of your waist though, you made a break for the front door. You sprinted across the room, yanking it open.

He made no move to stop you, and you only realized why once you took just one step out of the house.

You were on an island.

No, the word island was generous. You were on a rock.

A sharp crash of a wave on the rock below sent sea spray into your face, immediately drenching your uniform.

You ignored the biting chill, instead electing to look around.

There was a short flight of steps cut into the rock that led up to the front door of the house-

The house.

You turned around, unsure of what to expect.

A fucking lighthouse was not in your top one hundred guesses.

“Y/N!”

You glanced down from the light at the top of the building to the doorway, where your captor stood.

He leaned against the doorframe, looking rather unbothered by your laughable attempt to escape.

“Where am I?” You demanded. “Who are you?”

“Aw, you don’t recognize me? That’s a shame.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Wait…you’re Pansy’s friend, aren’t you? Th- Theodore…?”

His face lit up and he broke out in a beaming grin. “You remember! Now, come back inside before you freeze.”

You scoff, fully intending to ignore him. But at that exact moment, a huge wave smacked against the rock, splashing up and soaking you all the way through.

You gasped at the chill. Theodore rolled his eyes and caught your wrist, tugging you back inside with surprising gentleness for the dude who’d just violently kidnapped you.

Shutting the door behind you both, he turned back towards you, frowning when he saw your school uniform dripping all over the floor.

“Wait just one second-” He scrambled up the ladder bolted onto the wall with surprising ease, returning just a moment later.

He held out for you to take: a way too oversized sweater, and sweatpants you were sure would never fit you.

You didn’t take them, stubbornly refusing even though you were shivering quite a bit. “Where. Are. We?”

“Italy,” he responded without hesitation.

You gaped at him.

“I beg your fucking pardon?”

[theyjusthowl]

WIP Monday

I'm trying out a new thing to be more consistent with my writing, so maybe my beta won't have to wait a month for the next installment of this WIP from hell.

I'm currently working on a Sterek longfic that somehow got away from me and is now 50k of pure hurt/comfort, and this is one of my favorite scenes, so cue the angst.

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Lydia says, “We could use a place of our own.”

Her gaze hungrily prowls around Derek’s loft like it’s Versailles, as sterile and empty as it looks. The cheap pieces of sparse furniture he bought to appease Stiles back when they were together remain the only clue that this space has been lived in.

She knows his bedroom is still presided by a bare mattress and a busted alarm system.

Peter hears, “Derek could use a place for himself.”

His mind helpfully supplies, one that’s not littered with phantoms.

Isaac broaches the subject with Derek, one morning, in the small office space of the warehouse, as Derek works on an invoice.

“All I’m saying, Derek, is that the pack could benefit from a bigger place,” he says, towering over the desk. “I could move back in if we had enough room for everyone. You don’t have to sell the loft, you’re still running your business from here so maybe turn it into a decent office space?” He moves his arm in a sweeping motion. “This is still a great headquarters. Keep a guest bedroom in case you end up working late.”

Derek nods. He thinks of the key he gave Stiles, two years ago, the last time he asked him to not to leave them behind.

“Okay,” he says. “I’ll talk to Peter, see if he can find a plot of land that’s to his liking.” He stacks a thin ream of papers on top of a folder, closes it and stands. He files it away in a cabinet behind him and looks at Isaac. “Are we done?”

Isaac leaves the warehouse triumphant.

Peter donates the Hale property to Beacon County to do as they please, on the condition that no private businesses are to be raised on the extensive terrains. They set up a few cabins for lost campers and a small wildlife shelter. Scott is more than happy to volunteer as often as college will allow; Isaac fixes a coyote’s paw after the animal stepped on a pine needle and tells the whole pack approximately twenty times before Derek snarls half-heartedly to stop, for fuck’s sake.

The Sheriff finds a parcel, just fifteen minutes from the western border of the preserve, and it’s not exactly Beacon Hills but it isn’t anywhere else either and still within the county limits, which is apparently relevant for werewolf politics. He makes sure to push forward the copious amounts of red tape and Jackson hooks them up with a magnificently expensive and completely booked contractor, probably under duress. He’s still hell bent on crawling back into Lydia’s good graces. They raise the pale, solid bones of the house in two weeks.

It’s still three more months of plaster and tiles and wood boards and hanging wires before the smooth walls wrap around the house. They’re bare, but the light shines through the windows and bathes the stark white rooms and the sandy floorboards in a warm glow. Cora stands in the middle of the foyer, right under the big skylight, and imagines the first full moon run starting and ending right there.

Lydia commandeers Derek’s soccer mom SUV a little too gleefully and Peter side eyes her, unsettled for the first time in many years. She chooses all the furniture, the decorations, the full works, and Derek pays, only mildly infuriated. Scott sends Lydia a few pictures he took during the house works. Isaac is in all of them, front and center. She chooses one of Derek and Isaac going over the blueprints on a makeshift table, with a few workers lifting the first panel off the floor; she wraps it and gives it to him as a housewarming gift and Derek smiles and runs his fingers over the silver carvings and the edge of the frame.

The last screws are tightened into place the first week of June, and Peter brings in a landscaper to finish up the backyard. There’s one room though, and Derek won’t allow anyone in. Isaac thinks it’s a sanctuary, some sort of hideaway. It’s probably full of the stuff that survived the fire and what little he salvaged from Laura’s apartment in New York, and no one gives it further thought. If Derek wants to be left alone, they can only oblige.

The construction crew wraps up just in time for the summer of their third year. Isaac is unrelenting about a housewarming party. Derek acquiesces, on the condition that Cora and Peter tend to the barbeque.

Just about everyone Derek knows drops by: Lydia tells Allison, and she comes with Chris Argent and Melissa McCall, who somehow make it work, despite having the odds stacked against them. She’s been doing diplomatic work, restoring the Argents’ reputation as fair hunters, writing treaties for warring packs. Lydia fawns over the engagement ring on her finger and Scott hugs her warmly, the same old puppy eyes he used to put on for her, but it’s friendly and Derek knows that he’s sincere in his congratulations, genuinely happy that she’s happy. Isaac tackles her the moment he sees her, picks her up in the air and twirls her in a bone crushing hug. They catch up over a beer, Isaac casually leaning on Scott, with that unaffected demeanor of his. Scott’s hand wanders, subtly scenting Isaac. Isaac’s eyes go soft. Allison smiles and nods and hugs them both.

They’re all out back, milling around the yard. Derek watches on as he grabs two beers from the fridge. One for him, one for the Sheriff. Over the years, they’ve come to a quiet understanding, one reserved for family. Derek calls him Noah now. Noah is still convinced that they’re just one tiny hiccup away from being family. Derek’s not so sure. He entertains him, though, and more importantly, doesn’t pester him about his eating habits.

He leaves through the kitchen and finds Noah talking to Melissa, hands him his beer. They talk about the Mets’ performance, Derek nods along enthusiastically. Then they switch to cars; Melissa’s old sedan has finally given up and she’s looking to buy. Noah tells her he knows just the guy and claps Derek’s back, laughing.

When the initial bustle winds down a bit, Derek offers to do a house tour for Noah.

“They’ve all seen it, helped build and decorate,” he explains offhandedly. “Isaac’s moving in next week.”

He walks Noah through the kitchen, the living room, the study on the ground floor. He points to the basement door offhandedly. “It’s empty now, but we’ll find a use for it. Let’s show you upstairs.”

The upper floor consists of an open space that overlooks the foyer, and a corridor littered with doors. Derek points towards them. “Plenty of room for everyone up here. Peter insisted. Extended packs live together,” he explains.

Derek stays behind while the Sheriff ventures into the room to the far right end of the corridor. The room that’s off-limits to everyone else.

The walls are painted a soft shade of slate gray, with a white upper trim. To the left, a double door awaits, wide open, leading to the master bath. There is no back wall, just a continuum of floor to ceiling glass panels overlooking a deck that wraps around the corner of the building and continues behind the right-hand wall. In the distance, the woods get denser. The view is breath-taking and the sun shines high in the sky. It’s the perfect spot to watch the sunset over the forest.

There is just no furniture. Not a single piece in sight.

“It’s the master bedroom” Noah notes, words carefully measured. “It’s empty.”

Derek chuckles lowly and stares him back bemusedly. “I have no use for it. The architect insisted. He had a vision.”

“He might have been on to something,” Noah says.

He walks further into the room and waits for Derek to join him.

“It’s proofed, I assume.”

Derek nods. “Sound and scent.”

“Ah,” Noah sighs. “That explains that.”

Right there, on the right hand corner, the only clue that this room has a purpose lays in plain sight. There’s a wooden clothes rack. Neatly zipped on a hanger, Stiles’ lacrosse hoodie presides the room. It reads Stilinski, 23, and it looks well worn. The sun coming in through the back wall casts a long shadow on the floor.

(Just as Isaac had suspected, it is, in some ways, a sacred space.)

[delta-pavonis]

Last 10 Fics/Writing Patterns meme + Last First Line Tag Game

First the writing patterns meme, which is such a cool idea! I was tagged by @teejaystumbles! Thank yoooou.

Rules: Post the first lines of your last ten fics posted to AO3 (Sort by date posted), AND see if there's a pattern!

By last updated date:

3 March 2024: Quaternion

KLOT DOD-DOT The knock of the twisted iron ring against its plate on the outside of his library door startles King Morpheus from his reverie. He is supposed to be notating one of the histories of the Moirai, the so-called Three Sisters of Fate, who have ruled the island nation of Ananke with brutal efficiency since seemingly time immemorial. Their ships have been seen too often in view of his coastline of late and he needs to be prepared for whatever their intentions are.

15 February 2024: you might be the answer to the sinner in me

“Hob, are you alright?” Hob’s shoulders tighten and his spine goes ramrod straight. It is the family holiday dinner and he is out on the back patio in the cold, staring at the over-manicured hedgerows that make up one of the distant property lines. He left to have space to pull out his vape pen and take a hit because that is probably the only way that he is going to get through the night.

16 January 2024: Placebo Effect

“You should just DM him,” Desire is studying their nails, the dark red of dried blood, while reclining on a chaise in the living room of their oldest sister’s condo. “My kingdom for anything that might throw Dearest Mumsie and Popsicle off your trail for an evening. I don’t think I can endure another holiday of it.” They sprawl, letting their head loll backwards over the armrest, to look at Dream almost upside down. “What say you big brother?”

6 January 2024: show me who I am

Hob taps his fingers on the table next to the map of Northern Ireland and takes a sip from his glass of shiraz. “I think this is it. This is the plan. We’ve got it. Anyone see something we missed?” He looks around the table at each person in turn, waiting for a response.

1 January 2024: Another Song

Shunk ka-thunkszzzz. The lights in the entire loft go out. “What the FUCK?” Matthew’s voice smacks into Dream despite the thick panels of wood between them.

30 December 2023: Thoughts on the Roman Empire (and Other Pickup Lines)

“You know, I think this whole meme going around about men thinking about the Roman Empire is great!” Hob smiles at the ceiling as he leans back in his chair, balancing it on its back legs, propping his feet up on the table in the private library study room. He doesn't need to look at Morpheus to know that the grad student is giving him a withering glare, or perhaps not looking at him at all. “First off, people are discussing history! Second, some of the jokes are actually solid gold. Like I saw one that just murdered me in broad daylight. Wanna hear it?”

21 December 2023: Levade

“Oh fuck Dream,” Hob writhes in his bonds. “You said you wanted more did you not?” The centaur smirks. “I am simply acquiescing to your request.”

15 December 2023: You create me against your lips

The first time Hob sees Dream is when the latter has the audacity to enter the Morningstar's realm. He watches as the Dream King intimidates Squatterbloat into bringing him to the Palace. The demon is stupid and gullible, easily swayed, and Hob has a mind to bury his morningstar in the moron's fleshy head, but he would rather observe the visitor and his raven from the shadows.

9 December 2023: where I'm supposed to be

For all that he shares a given name with the God of Sleep, has a nickname of Dream, he has only experienced lucid dreaming rarely. Once, maybe twice, before. But. He knows he is dreaming right now.

26 November 2023: Venus conjunct Saturn

“Show me, Hob.” Dream purrs in a way he knows will make his lover shiver. “Show me how she pleasured you.” He is laid beneath Hob, who is on all fours above him, and the only cloth they have is the sheets upon their bed here in the Dreaming.

Other than 30% of those fics having titles from Maneskin lyrics... apparently I like to start with sounds or dialog. Some in medias res beginnings in there, too. Huh. Fascinating.

And, just for fun, here are the FIRST few lines paragraphs of the finished fic I have on deck, a sequel to A Change in Tactics (published in October 2022!)... (originally I was tagged in a last lines tag game by @amielot!)

“We have to stop meeting like this!” Hob laughed as he broke the barstool in his hands over the head and shoulders of another patron of the White Horse Inn. Said patron had just previously been trying to stab Hob with a shard of wine bottle so he most decidedly deserved it. Hob pulled a chunk of wood from where it had lodged in his palm and frowned at the blood that welled up there. A crash to his left stole his attention. “Ope. Watch out Lou!” Lou ducked the tankard aimed at her head with all the sliding fluid grace of one well-acquainted with being deep in her cups. She didn’t spill a single drop of her own ale as she backed around the bar and out of the Inn through the alleyway door. Lou may have been part of starting this fight, but she clearly had no intention of finishing it. Which was just fine by Hob. Lou didn’t deserve to be in hospital any more than absolutely necessary. She had enough going on, as Hob had just learned. Speaking of his mysterious friend… Hob flung his sweaty hair out of his eyes in time to watch Dream elegantly sidestep the brawler charging him like they were a pair in some courtly dance. The beautiful bastard hadn’t even moved his hands from where they were clasped at the small of his back, while his opponent had gone headlong into a wooden pillar. “This only happens when I join you here, Hob.” One loping step over the fallen man and Dream was back at Hob’s side. (Graceful twat.) “This type of violence is notably absent when you visit my Realm.” (Double the twat on that one.)

I tag... everyone who has a springtime birthday.

[inkrabbit]

It's the End That You Prayed For - Chapter 1

The city of Stockholm had always been beautiful, living up to it's reputation of being “one of the most beautiful capital cities in Europe.” The colorful architecture coupled with the cobblestone roads and open water had given the city a wonderland ambiance to it. Its style is something they show in movies to sell a magical feel or to push a budding romance. Shops, museums, and countless hotels line the streets of every small island in the city, along with an abundance of parks. It's no surprise that so many tourists from around the world visit Stockholm, their eyes always wandering and never seeming to look at the poor citizen they're about to bump into. It was always the same, a half-assed apology, typically in shoddy Swedish that they most likely had memorized from Google translate. Then they would go on to say how beautiful the city was and they just weren't paying attention to where they were going. If Mary had a krona for every time something like that happened, they'd be richer than their parents.

Stockholm was beautiful, yes, and Mary wouldn't trade it for the world. But the tourists were starting to wear them down. In the beginning, he tried to be nice, biting his tongue and saying that he understood the fascination when it came to the city. But after years of the same thing happening over and over again, it became tiring. What's worse is that these same tourists would somehow stumble into the exact same bar Mary was working at and waste their time by opening up with their whole life story before ordering a simple cocktail or some beer. It got even worse when the patrons would overstay their welcome, drunkenly calling out to Mary and his usual co-worker, DD, in poor attempts at speaking Swedish. It almost became a routine and Mary was genuinely surprised they hadn't gotten fired yet for firing off at some of the patrons. If it hadn't been for DD's never-ending patience and offering to take care of the more rowdy patrons, Mary's sure they would've snapped long ago. Most nights, he would go home and just flop down on the couch, groan or yell loudly into a pillow before turning on a movie or some music to fill the silence of their apartment.

Unlike the outside of the building, Mary's apartment was anything but colorful. Owning the unit meant that Mary could change everything to their liking and they took full advantage of that. The once blinding white walls were painted a dark red, black wood cutting through half of the walls. Much easier on the eyes, and he even changed the doors to be black. The brick wall that was opposite the front door, encasing a glass window that led to the kitchen had been painted over, the once red and orange brick now being a solid black, another way to contrast against the white frame of the windows. Around the walls were paintings Mary had done and genuinely liked, enough so that they were willing to hang them up. They also owned four different animal skulls and had carefully hung them up on the brick wall, spaced evenly above the red string lights he had also gotten for a soft light source whenever actual lights would've deemed themselves too bright for his eyes. Even in the small bathroom that was placed underneath the loft, Mary had painted the walls black and used matching tile to line the bottom half of the walls. In the beginning, they had left it the off-white color, but after being blinded too man times during their drunken haze, Mary had enough.

Everything had been set up to Mary's liking as well. His easel was placed right next to the large windows and to the right of the TV, a semi-comfortable stool sitting right in front of it. It was something Mary had considered moving several times, since they had a nasty habit of glancing over at the movie playing on the screen, only to get sucked into whatever story was playing and they'd neglect the painting they were working on for almost five hours straight. But next to the easel had been Mary's couch, a plush black and gold sofa that occasionally acted as Mary's second bed, complete with a pillow and blanket. The nights where they couldn't pull themselves away from the canvas until early morning were also the times they would grab the black blanket crumbled up towards the edge and curl up on a part of the couch, always being too exhausted to trudge up the stairs to his actual bed.

There were, on the odd occasion where Mary just couldn't sleep, nights that they would just stay awake. Somewhere, deep in their mind, a certain dread would kick in; something their medication couldn't touch or take away. The deep-rooted fear that, should they fall asleep, something awful would happen, and Mary needed to stay awake in order to make sure he wouldn't be caught off-guard. On nights like these, Salem would immediately come out of hiding and trot on over to Mary, pawing at his pant leg until successfully catching his attention before letting out a series of loud meows to be pet.

Salem was another one that kept them sane. After moving to Stockholm, Mary had passed by an animal shelter. There, sitting in the window and staring at them with big, amber eyes was a black cat, headbutting the glass. It was enough to get Mary to stop and, after playing with him through the window, go inside the shelter. The workers told Mary that Salem was a stray an elderly couple had found, huddled inside their car's engine and freezing in the snow. How could he leave him there? Mary adopted Salem and a couple days later, the cat was running around Mary's apartment, settling in comfortably and being treated like a king in the apartment.

Even now, as Mary laid in bed, cuddled up under the comforter, Salem had jumped up and began to paw at the Swede's nose, a series of purrs reverberating throughout his body. While Salem's bowl stayed filled thanks to an automatic feeder, the self-proclaimed king still wanted everything to run on his schedule, and 8 a.m with the sun out meant that it was time to go on a walk. Mary had themselves to blame, really. Hating the idea of keeping Salem trapped in the apartment forever but also being wary of letting him roam free had led to Mary purchasing a cat harness and getting Salem comfortable enough to walk with it on. Exploring Stockholm became part of Salem's morning routine, providing it wasn't raining or too cold for both of them. And today was no exception. So when Mary had swatted his paw away in their sleep, Salem resorted to more drastic measures.

Stooping his head down, Salem nipped at the tip of Mary's nose, his sharp teeth being enough for the Swede to inhale sharply and jerk his head back. Bloodshot green eyes opened as Mary rubbed at his nose, blinking the sleep away.

“Salem...” they groan softly, reaching out to gently pet the cat. “I was sleeping, buddy.”

A soft meow is tossed their way as Salem triumphantly hops off the bed, staring up expectantly at Mary again. Now that they were awake more, it was clear what Salem wanted.

“Okay, okay. Give me a bit.” Mary lets out a yawn, stretching his lithe arms above his head. Something pops softly in their lower back, a sigh of relief escaping through their nose. Probably some leftover tension from their shift the night prior. Those doubles were going to be the death of him. At least the alcohol had made up for the shitty patrons. But another loud and obnoxious meow from Salem has Mary finally pushing the covers back and swinging their legs over the edge of the bed, standing up for another round of stretching. Running their hand through their messy hair, Mary followed Salem down the black stairs, snatching an old band shirt on the way down. It smelled clean enough when he threw it on, or so Mary had hoped.

By the front door, Mary grabbed the harness and leash, slipping it onto Salem and locking everything into place. With the snow they had seen laying on the ground outside, Mary was positive it wouldn't be long until Salem was crying to get up onto his shoulder. That's how their walks always went; Salem would get tired or he would hate his paws getting wet from the snow, so he would put his front paws on Mary's leg and scream up at them until Mary finally knelt down and let Salem jump up onto their shoulder. But the walk wouldn't end there. Mary needed to complete the route or Salem would throw a fit, meowing loudly and even batting at Mary's head with his paw. As annoying as it could be sometimes, Mary wouldn't trade him for the world.

Snatching up his leather jacket and slipping on his old shoes, Mary followed Salem out of the apartment, locking the door behind them. It's cold, even in the silent hall, a shiver running up Mary's spine as he follows Salem towards the stairs. Salem never liked the elevator so taking the stairs was all they could do. Their footsteps echoed throughout the stairwell, Mary always letting out a soft “I'm coming” whenever Salem would stop to look back up at them.

The second the door to the lobby opened, cold air hit Mary in the face, his features automatically scrunching up. This is something he would've loved to avoid this morning, but Salem's needs were obviously more important. So making a sharp right onto the cobblestone sidewalk, Mary walked down Dalagatan with Salem trotting in front of them. The church that neighbored the apartment building loomed beside them as they walked past. Ironic, Mary had always thought, that they would buy an apartment next to the one thing they tried to avoid for nearly twenty years. They continue along the street, casting a glance to the large, ornate wooden doors that greeted citizens, a little welcome board in front of the church. The ringing bell was easily heard from the apartment, and Mary lost count of the times they'd be focusing on a painting, only to jump when the bell went off. That damn thing had ruined a couple of his paintings.

Mary shakes their head as they continue down the street, frequently glancing down at Salem. His tail is high in the air and slightly curled, giving the impression of a question mark. At least he was happy. That's all that mattered. He continued down the street with him, giving a half-smile to the people that greeted him or even stopped to coo at Salem. One lady had asked Mary how they got Salem on a leash and they simply told her that with enough patience and treats, Salem had gotten used to the harness pretty quickly. Being a stray cat in the beginning had helped any initial wariness an indoor cat might've had.

And just like clockwork, Salem finally stopped his trotting, turning to face Mary as he let out a loud, continuous meow. A paw went up, the black fur around his black paw pads wet and stuck together as Salem gave it a quick, irritated shake. Lowering to one knee, Mary allowed the cat to climb up onto his shoulder, wet paw prints showing up on his black sweats as Salem used his leg as a sort of stair. When comfortably situated onto their shoulders, Mary slowly stood up, still clutching the leash as their hands slipped into their pockets. Just like every other walk, Salem riding on Mary's shoulders got them a lot more stares, and Mary had even seen a few phones pointed at them, no doubt taking pictures or videos. Though it didn't bother them, there was a feeling, deep down, that hated the attention. Being on stage was one thing. Getting pictures with fans was one thing. But being photographed and videoed while just walking with his cat? A part of him hated it.

They continued down Vanadisvägen, turning onto Upplandsgatan and continuing to walk. The colored buildings towered over them, shop windows advertising the stores in both English and Swedish. Mary's dipped into some of these shops before, even accompanying an old friend inside Piercing Monroe a couple times. A simple septum and lip piercing but their friend had been nervous to go alone and asked Mary to tag along. Why not? He wasn't scheduled for work and he wasn't doing anything else. Mary even looked around at the jewelry they had. Fake, sure, but it was all interesting. If they thought they'd look good with a piercing, they probably would've gotten one. But the worry of it looking stupid coupled with having to care for a piercing had been enough for him to decide against it.

Turning down Frejgatan, Mary catches sight of themselves in one of the empty shop windows, their reflections staring back at them. Mary grins, catching Salem's attention and pointing to the window.

“Look! It's you!” they tell him happily, speaking a few decibels higher. Salem leans closer a bit, getting a better look at their reflections. Without warning, Salem's fur stands on end as he lets out a hiss, surprising Mary.

“It's your reflection, you idiot!” Mary tells him, but Salem's already moved on to growling and yowling. Sharp claws dig into the leather of his jacket and Mary lets out a soft huff, quickly moving away from the shop's window and continuing towards home. Salem still seems to be on edge, letting out a final hiss as he looks behind them. Mary just reaches a hand up, gently petting him and trying to calm him down. It took a few seconds before Salem finally started to lean into his touch, a soft purr kicking up.

By the time they got back to the apartment, Mary's arm had gone numb, having stayed up in the air to continuously pet Salem, smoothing down his fur. Even after the growling and hissing had subsided, the cat would throw a fit if Mary stopped petting him. But now that they were home, Salem was finally leaping down from Mary's shoulder and sitting pretty at their feet, looking up patiently as Mary knelt down to remove his harness. Once it was off, Salem turned and trotted off throughout the apartment.

Mary slipped out of his jacket, hanging it back up by the door and going to the couch, flopping down on it. Kicking off their shoes, Mary, laid their head against the pillow, turning on the TV. The horror movie channel flicked on, some shitty movie playing. He doesn't even care what it is, keeping the volume low. They curl up on the couch, tucking their hands underneath their head and closing their eyes. They still had a few hours before their shift started at the bar. They were going to take full advantage of this time and get some much-needed rest that Salem had so rudely interrupted when he demanded to go on his morning walk.

[shadowsong26x]

Hey friendo! Asking you the weird writer questions : 1,5, and 23 ❤️❤️

All right, cool <3

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

Generally the default. Although I had one program where the default switched from Arial to Calibri at some point during a transition from an old laptop to a new one, so I would switch it back for the things I used that program for? Basically, if I'm starting out in a new program I'll use whatever the default is, but then I Don't Like Change, lol.

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

Hm. I don't know that I do, exactly? I'm trying to think if there's anything I would call a superstition. I guess like I said above, once I'm used to things being set up a certain way, I don't like change, maybe that would count? I remember at one point I wrote a solid chunk of a like 100k-word fic on these little notepads I stole from the supply cabinet at work. When I switched jobs, the supply cabinet didn't have notepads in the same size/shape/style and it became Significantly Harder to write things out longhand? (I did eventually adjust, lol, but it was a Process. And I don't do it nearly as often as I used to. ...it also helps that I work remotely...part of writing things out longhand was that it was Much subtler/easier to hide a bunch of scribbles on a notepad than an extra window on my computer...lol)

...yeah, so if that counts, that would be it? But I don't really have like...rituals, or needing to be in a specific space/have things set up a specific way. Sometimes I listen to music, sometimes I don't. Sometimes I'll set like a 10-minute timer to get myself going, sometimes I don't bother. Other than some vague 'the stars are not in position for this tribute' stuff when I sit down to write and the words Will Not Come but there's no consistent way to fix that other than Deadline Panic. Soooooo yeah.

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

Ahahaha, I should read what the next question is before I answer the last one lol. Wasn't that a thing for like tests in high school, too? "Read the whole thing before you start answering questions?"

...anyway.

Like I said, I don't have a super consistent place? The three most common would be probably my work desk, which is a long light-brown rectangle, probably two feet by six feet? I have a desk lamp (I usually don't bother with the overhead light), a little platform/lapdesk in the same wood that I usually put my work computer on, and a little bowl for candy, and a handful of soda bottles that need to go out with next week's recycling. If I'm writing there, my work computer gets shoved over to the left, right next to the lamp, so I can keep an eye on emails/etc./bounce back and forth between tasks. My personal computer goes on the right, and I pull up whichever writing program is the correct one for what I'm working on.

If I'm writing at home, it's one of two places. First is in my chair in the living room. Which is a chair and a half, and grey. I have an old Amazon shipping box I use as a lapdesk, so I'll have my laptop in my lap. Sometimes my roommate will be watching something on TV while I'm doing this, or I'll be checking in and out of conversations. Or sometimes we're just doing parallel play.

The second is--I have a loft bed, and underneath it I have several bookshelves and a very cheap twin bed. That's where I'm usually hanging out on tumblr/just chilling if I want to be in a Private Space. There's a pink blanket, a black husband chair/armchair pillow and then a regular pillow. I have a lapdesk I got for like $10 at Best Buy a million years ago and I shift position a lot.

Ask me a writing question!

[josiebelladonna]

kinkmas | black moon | day twenty-four

chapter title: “helium”

pairing: alex skolnick x fem!oc

tags: glove kink, alex being gentlemanly and v cute at the same time

ao3 link | kinktober/sister piece “eclipse”

minors dni and i’m still cold ❄️💋❄️💋

He never claimed to be a strong man, especially when Christine woke up and she found herself back in the tent in the woods. She lay there in the sleeping bag with one hand on the pillow right next to her head: she swore that Alex had been there before, and that she knew that she would wake up to the feeling of his body right next to her once again. Instead, she awoke to the ghost of his warmth in the sleeping bag next to her and the metallic thwack of an ax head right outside of the tent doors.

There was a second metallic thwack, followed by two pieces of wood falling onto the ground outside.

Christine pushed the top of the sleeping bag back off her body, and she clambered her way over to the tent doors: her hair still dripped wet from the shower before then. She unzipped the doors for a peek out to see Alex there before a low barren stump and a slightly smaller log on its end at the top. His long black hair had been tied back into a loose ponytail at the back of his head, and he wore a white flannel shirt over his long underwear, big black scuffed boots, and black leather gloves on his hands.

She thought about the way his hands looked when she drew them back in the loft, and they looked so much sleeker and more elegant in sturdy black leather.

He held a big, long ax with a silvery head in his hands. He held still for a moment, and the way that the crisp, golden morning light filtered down onto the curvature of his back made Christine hold her breath. From behind, he never looked more masculine, stronger, more himself. The flannel hugged the extra flesh on his waist and his hips, and with his long black hair, he genuinely looked as though he had emerged from the ocean and become a human boy again. From behind, he looked so sensual and so protective of her, especially with those black leather gloves and that long ax in hand.

Alex then swung the ax high over his head and down onto the log.

He split it in half with one solid thwack. Christine glanced about the area with the expectation of seeing tall lumbering pine trees around them, but she was instead met with the sight of scraggly Joshua trees.

“Alex?” she called out to him, and he turned and peered over his shoulder to look back at her: he had put goggles over his eyes out of safety from stray flying splinters.

“Oh, hey! I was wondering when you’d wake up!”

“Where are we? How long have I been asleep?” she asked him, and she shivered from the crisp forest air all around her. The snow was without a question in mind upon them again, and even though the ground around them was dark and coated in pine needles, he had thought ahead of it all.

“Not very long,” he told her as he stooped down and picked the logs up from the ground. “I woke up about twenty minutes ago feeling cold, and I knew that we needed something more for a fire later tonight. I knew you were cold because you were all snuggled up against me tight. I got dressed, came out here and found the ax with the logs, and then the goggles, and I got to it.”

He turned to her, still with those gloves wrapped around his hands, but he took the goggles off and gave his ponytail a little toss about with a shake of his head.

“As for where we are,” he began again as he doubled back to her. “No clue. My guess is somewhere out in Palm Desert? I recognize the Joshua trees and the sand dunes over there—” He gestured behind him to the low, rolling sand dunes on the sunlit horizon.

“Wow,” she remarked, and she slithered out of their tent: she glanced down at her body to find her long underwear back on as well as her boots off to the side.

“My guess is the snow in the forest was too much,” he suggested.

“Yeah, that’s my guess, too,” she added with a shiver. “You don’t think of the desert as getting all that cold.”

“You really don’t,” he said, and he flexed his fingers: the black leather crinkled under the bent of his fingers all the while. “When I came out here, I was amazed by how quickly my hands grew cold. Put these on and—problem solved.”

“You look really sexy with those gloves on,” she told him. “And I like you with flannel, too.”

Alex flashed her a smirk as well as a raise of his eyebrow, and then he returned to the small wood pile behind him.

“Want to get some coffee?” he suggested.

“Please.”

Indeed, they had found their way out of the thick forest and into a small pocket of the high desert, which Christine soon discovered was several miles up a creek from Idyllwild, in the desert mountains of Southern California and a cold oasis in an otherwise lukewarm part of the state: frozen fog coated the pine trees high up on the southern flank of Mount San Jacinto over them; the sun caressed over the blanket of ice up there to make the trees look as though they were made from sugar plums and tempered chocolate instead of wood.

A small hike down to the little coffee house downhill from there and they had their coffee on hand.

“I never thought I’d be spending Christmas out in the high desert of California,” Alex confessed to her as they began back up the trail along the hillside. “Especially with how festive New York gets.” He was starting to sound like his real-life self at that point, and Christine knew that her dance of the mind was about to end soon.

“Yeah, same here,” she admitted to him. She tugged down her jacket over her waist: still very full and round, even in dreamlike form. Alex lingered back a bit so she could catch up to him.

“Reminds me of the first part of our adventure,” he confessed. “We’re going up the hill from the apple orchard.”

“Except this time, we’re surrounded by Joshua trees. That's not to say that Joshua trees aren’t barren, though.”

Even though they weren’t as high up as the pine forest up at the top of the mountain, he seemed to breathe harder from walking up the trail. No way was he out of shape, even with the few extra pounds he had gained from Hanukkah. Indeed, she noticed that she was rather breathless herself.

“The air is thin up here,” he confessed as he finally stopped for a second: he held his cup of coffee down by his hip and he set one foot up on the rock next to him. He looked like an actual lumberjack straight out of the forest. “Remember, the guy in the coffee house told us that we’re about eight thousand feet up?”

“Well, it’s thin to you in particular,” she pointed out. “I’ve been to the Whitney Portal and it’s ten thousand feet up.”

“Wow.” He sipped on his coffee with his eyes closed, and then he turned his head for a look out to the desert sun as its golden rays peeked over the ridge to the right. Christine turned for a look herself, and she shivered at the sight of the sunlight coupled with the cold black stone of the mountain. She turned her head for a look up to the cold, frosted summit of the mountain above them, and she started to hum “White Christmas” to herself.

“I’m dreaming of a white Christmas,” Alex followed along in a low baritone of a voice, and Christine gaped at him.

“I didn’t know you could sing,” she confessed, and he shrugged.

“When I was little, I would sing to the Beatles,” he told her. “The first song I ever sang along to was ‘Here Comes the Sun’. You know—” He turned back to the ridge behind her. “’Here comes the sun, little darlin’... here comes the sun.’” He licked his lips and took another sip of coffee. “I can’t carry a tune in a wheelbarrow, though. I always sound so goofy when I sing.”

“Maybe tune yourself and reel yourself in, you could probably have a very nice voice, Alex,” she told him. “I can hear it in there.”

He showed her a smile and took another sip of coffee.

“Let’s have some breakfast, shall we?”

“We shall.”

They pressed on up the trail back to their campsite and Christine offered to make them a humble breakfast of oatmeal and sausage links once they had started the fire there in the pit. It was a lot easier out there in the desert than in the forest, much to Alex’s alarm.

“Damn, this is a hot fire!” he exclaimed once the flames lapped high over the edge of the pit; they had grown so hot so quickly that he fell back onto the seat of his pants in surprise. But Christine hummed to herself as she cooked the links in a little frying pan over the fire and then the pot of oatmeal on a hot plate. She stirred the pot and served up a little bowl full of oatmeal with some brown sugar and blueberries for him, followed by a bowl with brown sugar and raspberries for herself.

“I kind of want to chop us some more firewood for later on,” she told him once they nestled down before the fire together.

“As long as I get to make us dinner,” he said with a wag of his spoon towards her.

“Yes, please,” she proclaimed.

The fire still raged on, and all the while, Alex never took off those black leather gloves.

When the sun moved over the ridge and shone down upon them, Christine picked up the ax with her bare hands and proceeded chopping with the fire at her back. It was much heavier than she had assumed, and coupled with the high elevation, she found it a bit difficult to hold the ax straight over the log on the stump before her.

“You got that?” he asked her.

“I’m trying,” she confessed as she raised the ax and swung down onto the log. She missed the top by an inch, such that the ax head itself fell onto its side next to the log.

“Here—”

He shuffled up behind her, and he slid his arms over her own. He pressed his body against her back to steady her against the unforgiving, high desert mountainside. That smooth black leather caressed over the backs of her hands to better steady her.

“You got it?” he asked her right into her ear as she held onto the ax handle, right near the head.

“I do, yeah,” she replied; he was as out of breath as her.

“Okay.”

She lifted the ax handle up over their heads; his fingers slid down her wrists for a split second, that is until she brought the ax down onto the log. He held onto her again as the blade came down.

The blade split the log in two, almost perfectly down the middle. Both halves fell off to the sides with a low sound of lumber falling. She turned her head to see his face right up to her own, complete with a sweet smile plastered across.

“We did it,” she declared, breathless.

“Correction, you did it,” he told her. “Think you got it from here?”

“I think so, yeah.”

“I’ll be right behind you if you need any help,” he vowed to her with a wink, and he pressed his lips to the side of her face before he sat back down again. The warmth bloomed in her face at the feeling, but she knew what she had to do for the two of them.

“Oh, Chris?”

She turned around to find Alex holding out the goggles to her.

“Really, put these on,” he told her. “You never know if you might get hit by a splinter.”

“Thank you.” She took the goggles and put them on over her eyes, and then she got down to it.

Indeed, swinging that ax brought out an unfound strength inside of her. Even with her heavy weight, she could feel the power within her to chop wood for them: she did the same thing that Alex had done earlier that morning, in that she stood in anticipation before the log and quickly raised it and brought it back down onto the log for the perfect split for several logs.  

And all the while, she hoped that Alex would make them a good dinner by the time the sun started to set over the low hills in the west.

“We should have matzo soup,” he suggested as he took out a silver bowl and some water. “There’s some chicken broth back here, and I can just make the balls up in a skillet over the fire.”

“Can you make it?” she asked him.

“As a matter of fact, I can! Not as good as my mom’s matzo soup, or my grandma’s, for that matter, but I can make it, though.”

Indeed, at one point, Christine watched him stir the pot of hot soup over the fire pit, but she knew that it could have some more heart to it. She had seen the size of his heart before: she crawled up behind him, and she pressed her chest to his upper back, and she slid her hand on top of his leather-clad hand. He turned his head to her and showed her that same sweet smile as before.

“That sweet female love,” he noted in a low voice.

At one point, he lifted the spoon out of the broth and blew on the surface. He then pointed it towards her. She sipped on it with her eyes closed and both arms around his body.

“We did it?” he asked her.

“Nah, you did it,” she corrected him as she licked her lips. “Mama and Grandma would be proud.”

“Mom and Nana,” he corrected her with a wag of his finger.

She let go of him so he could serve up the matzo soup in a pair of bowls. Once they both took their spots again, the sun began to hang low over the hills in the west and royal wintry blue painted the sky overhead to beckon nightfall. They raised their bowls to each other for a toast, and all the while, Christine noticed that Alex had never taken off those leather gloves all day, aside from making the matzo balls; but he almost immediately put them back on.

“You look all warm and soft and snuggly and—like you could choke me,” she added, and he raised his eyebrows at her as he took a bite of soup.

“Or maybe...” He set the bowl down in his lap, and he reached over for a caress of her thigh. Nothing more than long underwear to separate herself from him.

“Can we eat our soup first?” she asked him.

“Of course. The sun hasn’t gone down yet anyway.”

No sooner had he finished his soup when she brought her lips to the side of his neck for a gentle kiss. She was feeling warm again, especially with the nightfall upon them: off in the distance, red and green Christmas lights on stray houses glimmered against the beckoning darkness.

Alex took a bite of matzo ball, then set his spoon down in the bowl and reached his leather-clad hand up to her face to touch her. The leather was smooth and still clean despite having handled an ax and a cup of coffee.

“I’m feeling warm,” she told him in a husky voice.

“Me, too,” he answered. “Warm and homey.”

She groaned right into his ear until he downed the rest of the broth of the soup. He then turned to her and slid those leather-bound hands under her long underwear to feel her body: the cold leather sent chills up her spine; the high elevation sent her into a euphoria; the early darkness and the odd snap of cold made her forget everything. Alex brought his cherry lips to her own, and he felt up her body.

All the while, she knew that he was still hiding something, something special perhaps for when the adventure was about to end. And she was eager to hear it as he took off his right glove to feel the inside of her hood with a bare, long and lanky finger.

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Dining Room Table with Bench and Chairs: Top 5 Recommendations

Dining Room Table with Bench and Chairs: A Perfect Blend of Style and Functionality

When it comes to creating a warm and inviting dining space, the choice of furniture is key. A dining room table with a bench and chairs is a fantastic combination that brings versatility, style, and practicality to your home. Whether you’re hosting a big family gathering or enjoying a quiet dinner, this setup caters to every occasion.

Let’s explore why this arrangement is a great choice, how to select the right pieces, and some top recommendations to transform your dining area.

Why Choose a Dining Table with Bench and Chairs?

Maximizes Seating A bench can fit more people than individual chairs, making it ideal for families or hosting guests. Kids especially love sitting on a bench, and it gives a cozy, communal vibe.

Space-Saving Benches can slide under the table when not in use, making them a great option for smaller dining areas or open-concept spaces.

Versatility You can mix and match. Use a bench on one side and chairs on the other, giving your dining area a unique and modern look.

Budget-Friendly Often, benches cost less than multiple chairs, making this setup a smart choice for budget-conscious decorators.

Stylish Appeal This combo blends well with many styles—be it farmhouse, industrial, minimalist, or Scandinavian. The bench adds a touch of casual charm, while chairs bring elegance.

How to Choose the Right Dining Table with Bench and Chairs

1. Determine Your Space

Measure Your Room: Ensure the table fits comfortably without making the space feel cramped.

Consider Movement: Leave at least 3 feet of clearance around the table for easy movement.

2. Pick the Right Style

Farmhouse Look: Go for a rustic wooden table with a matching bench and upholstered chairs.

Modern Vibes: Opt for a sleek glass or metal table with a minimalist bench and chic chairs.

Industrial Charm: Combine a metal-framed bench with leather or wood chairs for a raw, edgy feel.

3. Focus on Comfort

Choose a bench with a cushioned seat or one that allows you to add padding.

Chairs should offer good back support for longer meals or conversations.

4. Material Matters

Wood: Classic and durable, wood tables and benches work well in most settings.

Metal: Adds an industrial flair and is easy to maintain.

Upholstery: Soft and luxurious but requires more upkeep.

Styling Tips for Your Dining Table with Bench and Chairs

Play with Textures Pair a wooden table with a leather bench or velvet chairs to create a balanced look. Mix materials to keep the space interesting.

Add Cushions and Throws Soft cushions on the bench can enhance comfort and style. Opt for neutral colors or patterns that complement your decor.

Use a Table Runner A beautiful table runner can anchor the table and add a touch of elegance. Match it with your overall dining theme.

Lighting is Key Hang a chandelier or pendant light above the table to make the space feel cozy and inviting.

Incorporate Decor Add a centerpiece like a vase of fresh flowers, a bowl of fruit, or candles. Just make sure it’s not too tall, so conversations remain uninterrupted.

Top Recommendations for Dining Tables with Bench and Chairs

1. Rustic Farmhouse Charm

Table Material: Solid wood with a distressed finish.

Bench: Matching wood bench with a padded seat for comfort.

Chairs: Ladder-back chairs or upholstered ones for a cozy feel.

Perfect For: Large families or homes with a country-style decor.

2. Modern Minimalist Set

Table Material: Glass or light oak with clean lines.

Bench: Sleek bench with metal legs.

Chairs: Contemporary chairs in white or neutral shades.

Perfect For: Compact spaces and lovers of minimalism.

3. Industrial Elegance

Table Material: Dark wood or concrete finish with metal legs.

Bench: Metal frame with a reclaimed wood seat.

Chairs: Leather or metal chairs with a vintage touch.

Perfect For: Loft apartments or urban-inspired homes.

4. Scandinavian Simplicity

Table Material: Light wood with a natural finish.

Bench: Matching wood bench with simple lines.

Chairs: Upholstered chairs in soft pastel tones.

Perfect For: Bright, airy spaces with a focus on simplicity.

FAQs About Dining Tables with Bench and Chairs

Q: Is a bench comfortable for long meals?

Absolutely, especially if you add cushions or upholstery. Choose a bench with a backrest for extra support if comfort is a top priority.

Q: Can I mix and match styles?

Yes! Mixing a rustic bench with modern chairs creates a dynamic look. Just ensure there’s some cohesion, like matching colors or materials.

Q: Are benches practical for kids?

Yes, benches are kid-friendly, offering plenty of space for little ones to sit together.

Q: How do I maintain a bench?

Wipe wooden benches regularly with a damp cloth. For upholstered benches, vacuum regularly and clean spills promptly.

Why This Combo is a Game-Changer

A dining table with a bench and chairs isn’t just a piece of furniture—it’s a lifestyle upgrade. It offers flexibility, functionality, and style in one package. Whether you’re designing a cozy nook for family dinners or a statement dining space for entertaining, this setup can adapt to your needs.

Final Thoughts

Choosing the right dining room table with a bench and chairs is about balancing aesthetics, comfort, and functionality. With countless styles and materials available, there’s something for every taste and budget. Start by assessing your space, pick a design that reflects your personality, and don’t forget to accessorize for that finishing touch.

Happy decorating! Let your dining room become the heart of your home, where memories are made and shared over delicious meals. 😊

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Dining Sets: The Heart of Every Home

The dining room is often considered the heart of the home, where families gather to share meals, celebrate special occasions, and create lasting memories. At the center of this space is the dining set, a key piece of furniture that serves not only as a functional area for eating but also as a reflection of your home’s aesthetic. Whether you have a large formal dining room or a cozy eat-in kitchen, the right dining set can elevate the space, combining style, comfort, and practicality. In this article, we explore the different types of dining sets, how to choose the perfect one for your home, and tips for styling and caring for them.

The Importance of a Dining Set

A dining set is more than just a place to eat. It’s where you entertain guests, engage in family conversations, celebrate holidays, and unwind after a long day. A well-chosen dining set can transform a simple meal into an experience. Whether it’s an intimate dinner for two or a grand feast with extended family, the dining set sets the tone for the occasion.

In addition to their functionality, dining sets serve as an anchor in the dining room, defining the space and contributing to the overall aesthetic of the home. The material, design, and size of your dining set will influence the entire atmosphere of the room, from modern minimalist looks to warm rustic styles.

Types of Dining Sets

Dining sets come in a variety of styles, materials, and configurations. Each type offers its own unique benefits depending on your needs, space, and personal preferences. Below are some of the most popular dining set types:

1. Traditional Dining Sets

Description: Traditional dining sets often feature wooden tables with intricate details, carvings, and elegant finishes. They are typically paired with classic chairs that have comfortable upholstery or wood accents.

Best For: Homes with a classic or vintage aesthetic, and large spaces that require a more formal dining setup.

Material: Solid wood such as oak, mahogany, or walnut.

Features: Elegant detailing, often including a leaf extension for larger gatherings.

2. Modern Dining Sets

Description: Modern dining sets are characterized by clean lines, minimalist designs, and sleek materials. These sets often use metals, glass, or smooth wooden surfaces to create a contemporary look.

Best For: Small spaces or contemporary interiors that require a simple and functional dining area.

Material: Wood, glass, metal, or a combination of these materials.

Features: Neutral colors, geometric shapes, and a focus on practicality.

3. Rustic Dining Sets

Description: Rustic dining sets embrace the charm of natural materials like reclaimed wood, distressed finishes, and earthy tones. These sets bring warmth and a cozy, country feel to the dining space.

Best For: Homes with a farmhouse, industrial, or rustic aesthetic.

Material: Reclaimed wood, distressed finishes, and metal accents.

Features: Natural textures, sturdy construction, and vintage-inspired designs.

4. Scandinavian Dining Sets

Description: Scandinavian dining sets are known for their simplicity, functionality, and light, airy designs. These sets often use light-colored wood and minimalist silhouettes, making them ideal for smaller spaces.

Best For: Modern homes with a focus on practicality and simplicity, as well as smaller apartments.

Material: Light wood (often birch or pine) and upholstered chairs.

Features: Clean lines, neutral tones, and functional, space-saving designs.

5. Industrial Dining Sets

Description: Industrial dining sets combine raw materials like metal and reclaimed wood for an urban, edgy look. These sets often feature sturdy metal frames with rough-hewn wooden tabletops.

Best For: Urban lofts or homes with an industrial or modern industrial decor.

Material: Metal (steel, iron) and reclaimed wood.

Features: Bold, functional designs with a focus on durability.

6. Contemporary Dining Sets

Description: Contemporary dining sets blend elements of modern and traditional styles to create a look that is both functional and stylish. These sets often include artistic designs and innovative materials, balancing comfort and creativity.

Best For: Homes that want a mix of modern and traditional elements with flexible styling options.

Material: A mix of metal, wood, glass, and fabric.

Features: Versatile seating options, curved lines, and innovative materials.

7. Extendable Dining Sets

Description: Extendable dining sets come with a table that can be adjusted in length, making them ideal for homes where dining space needs to be adaptable. They are perfect for hosting both everyday meals and larger gatherings.

Best For: Families who frequently entertain or homes with limited space that need the flexibility to expand when necessary.

Material: Wood, glass, or metal.

Features: A table with an extendable leaf or adjustable components, often with matching chairs.

Factors to Consider When Choosing a Dining Set

Choosing the perfect dining set for your home involves balancing functionality, style, and budget. Here are key factors to keep in mind when selecting a dining set:

1. Size of the Space

Consider the dimensions of your dining area before choosing a dining set. A large table in a small room can make the space feel cramped, while a small table in a large room may look disproportionate. Measure your space and leave enough room around the table for easy movement.

2. Number of Seats

Determine how many people typically sit at your dining table. Standard dining sets come in four, six, or eight-seat configurations, but extendable tables offer flexibility for larger gatherings.

3. Material

Dining sets come in a wide range of materials, including wood, metal, glass, and even acrylic. Choose a material that suits your aesthetic preferences and practical needs. For example, wood offers warmth and durability, while glass provides a sleek, modern look.

4. Style

The dining set should match the overall style of your home. If you have a contemporary living room, a modern or minimalist dining set will likely complement the space. For a more traditional home, a classic wooden dining set may be a better fit.

5. Durability and Maintenance

Consider how much care and maintenance the dining set will require. Wooden sets may need periodic polishing and care to maintain their appearance, while metal or glass tables can be easier to clean but may be prone to scratching.

6. Budget

Dining sets vary greatly in price depending on the materials used and the brand. Establish your budget before you start shopping to ensure you can find a dining set that fits within your price range.

Tips for Styling Your Dining Set

Once you’ve selected the perfect dining set, styling it can further enhance the ambiance of your dining room. Here are some tips to style your dining set effectively:

1. Add a Statement Light Fixture

A pendant light or chandelier above the dining table can set the mood and add a touch of elegance. Choose a fixture that complements your dining set’s style.

2. Use a Table Runner or Tablecloth

A table runner or cloth adds texture and color, enhancing the look of the dining table. It can also help protect the table surface from scratches.

3. Incorporate Decorative Centerpieces

A decorative centerpiece, such as a vase with flowers, a bowl of fruit, or a stylish candle holder, can serve as a focal point and make your dining set more inviting.

4. Choose Coordinated Dinnerware

Matching or coordinating dinnerware and glassware can complete the look of your dining set, creating a polished, cohesive style.

5. Add Chairs with Personality

Mix and match chairs in terms of color, material, or design to add flair to your dining set. You can even choose different chair styles for the head and sides of the table for an eclectic look.

Caring for Your Dining Set

To ensure that your dining set lasts for many years, regular maintenance and care are important. Here are some basic tips:

Wooden Tables: Regularly dust and polish the wood. Use coasters and placemats to protect the surface from heat and spills.

Glass Tables: Clean the glass surface with a soft cloth to avoid scratching. For metal tables, use a damp cloth to wipe down any dust or dirt.

Upholstered Chairs: Vacuum regularly and clean spills promptly to prevent staining. Consider using fabric protectors for additional protection.

Conclusion

A dining set is more than just a place to eat; it’s a reflection of your personal style and an essential part of the home. Whether you prefer a traditional wooden set, a sleek modern table, or a rustic farmhouse look, there’s a dining set that will complement your space. By carefully considering your needs, space, and preferences, you can find a dining set that not only looks great but also serves as a functional and inviting place for family and friends to gather. With the right dining set, your dining room will become a space for connection, conversation, and cherished memories.

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The Art of Combining Plywood with Other Materials

The Versatility of Plywood

Plywood, a material often celebrated for its affordability and flexibility, has evolved beyond its utilitarian roots. Its ability to be moulded, shaped, and finished in various ways makes it a favourite among designers and architects. The multifaceted nature of plywood allows it to be seamlessly integrated into numerous styles and applications, offering both structural integrity and aesthetic appeal.

The Appeal of Mixed Material Designs

In the world of interior design and architecture, combining different materials can yield striking results. Mixed material designs not only enhance visual interest but also marry functionality with style. The interplay of diverse textures and finishes creates depth and character in a space, making it more engaging and dynamic. Plywood, with its adaptability, pairs beautifully with a variety of materials, each combination bringing its own unique set of advantages and aesthetic qualities.

Combining Plywood with Metal

Industrial Aesthetic When plywood meets metal, the result is a striking industrial aesthetic. The warmth of plywood contrasts with the cool, sleek nature of metal, creating a balanced look that is both modern and timeless. This combination is often seen in contemporary lofts and urban spaces where the rawness of metal complements the natural tones of plywood, resulting in a harmonious yet edgy design.

Strength and Durability Beyond aesthetics, the combination of plywood and metal offers unparalleled strength and durability. Metal frames can provide robust support to plywood structures, making them suitable for heavy-duty applications like shelving, tables, and even structural components. This synergy not only enhances the longevity of the furniture or fixture but also ensures it can withstand the rigours of daily use.

Plywood and Glass

Modern Elegance Plywood combined with glass creates a fusion of modern elegance and functionality. The transparency of glass allows the natural beauty of plywood to shine through, while also adding a touch of sophistication. This combination is particularly effective in creating light, airy spaces that feel open and inviting. Glass doors with plywood frames, for instance, can make a room feel larger and more connected to the outside world.

Light and Transparency The use of glass alongside plywood maximises natural light, enhancing the overall ambiance of a space. Glass table tops paired with plywood legs or bases can serve as focal points in living areas, combining transparency with the solidity of wood. This interplay of materials allows for creative design solutions that are both practical and aesthetically pleasing.

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Discovering Your Dream Furniture at Coda Furniture Studio: A Guide to Shopping in Singapore

Finding the right furniture for your home is an exciting yet challenging task. With an abundance of styles, materials, and options available, it can be overwhelming to navigate through the choices. At Coda Furniture Studio, we believe that furniture shopping should be a pleasurable experience that reflects your personal taste and meets your functional needs.

Here’s a comprehensive guide to help you make the most of your furniture shop in Singapore.

Understanding Your Needs

Before stepping into a furniture shop, take some time to assess your requirements. Consider the following questions:

What is the purpose of the furniture? Are you looking for functional pieces for everyday use, or are you after statement items that enhance your decor?

What is your style? Are you drawn to modern minimalism, rustic charm, or classic elegance? Understanding your style will help narrow down your options.

What is your budget? Establishing a budget early on will help guide your choices and ensure you find quality pieces without overspending.

Space Planning

In Singapore, where living spaces can be compact, measuring your area is crucial. Create a layout of your room, noting where you want to place your furniture. Consider factors like doorways, windows, and traffic flow. At Coda Furniture Studio, our team can assist you in visualizing how different pieces will fit into your space, ensuring a harmonious arrangement.

Exploring Furniture Styles

Furniture comes in an array of styles, each contributing to the overall ambiance of your home. Here are some popular styles you might consider:

Modern and Contemporary: These styles emphasize clean lines, neutral colors, and functional design. Perfect for urban apartments, modern furniture creates a sleek and uncluttered look.

Scandinavian: Known for its simplicity and functionality, Scandinavian design incorporates natural materials and light colors. It’s ideal for those who appreciate minimalism and warmth.

Industrial: Characterized by raw materials, exposed metal, and a rugged aesthetic, industrial furniture adds a unique charm to any space. It’s especially suited for loft-style apartments.

Classic and Traditional: If you prefer timeless elegance, look for classic furniture pieces with intricate detailing and rich finishes. These items often feature plush upholstery and warm wood tones.

At Coda Furniture Studio, we offer a wide selection of styles, ensuring you find the perfect pieces that resonate with your taste.

Choosing the Right Materials

The material of your furniture not only affects its appearance but also its durability and maintenance. Here are some common options:

Wood: Solid wood furniture is a durable choice that adds warmth and character. Different woods have different properties; for instance, oak is known for its strength, while pine offers a more rustic charm.

Metal: Metal furniture is often used in industrial styles and is known for its durability. It can be paired with wood or glass for a contemporary look.

Fabric: Upholstered furniture adds comfort and style to your home. When selecting fabric, consider the texture, color, and ease of cleaning, especially if you have pets or children.

Glass: Glass-topped tables or display units can create a sense of openness in a room, making them ideal for smaller spaces.

At Coda Furniture Studio, we provide a range of materials to choose from, allowing you to customize your furniture to suit your lifestyle.

Comfort and Functionality

While aesthetics are important, comfort and functionality should not be overlooked. Test out sofas, chairs, and beds in-store to ensure they meet your comfort standards. Pay attention to the cushioning, support, and ergonomics of each piece.

Consider multifunctional furniture, especially if you have limited space. Items like sofa beds, storage ottomans, and extendable dining tables can maximize usability without sacrificing style.

Customization Options

One of the standout features of shopping at Coda Furniture Studio is our commitment to customization. We understand that everyone’s home is unique, and sometimes, off-the-shelf options just won’t do. Whether it’s choosing specific fabrics, colors, or dimensions, we work with you to create personalized furniture solutions that fit your exact needs.

Sustainability Matters

As environmental awareness grows, many customers are considering sustainability in their furniture choices. At Coda Furniture Studio, we prioritize eco-friendly materials and responsible sourcing practices. When shopping, inquire about the sustainability of the materials used and look for certifications that ensure responsible manufacturing.

Delivery and Aftercare

After you’ve found the perfect furniture, consider the logistics of delivery and setup. At Coda Furniture Studio, we offer reliable delivery services, ensuring that your new pieces arrive safely and are set up in your home. Our team can also provide guidance on care and maintenance, helping you preserve the beauty and functionality of your furniture for years to come.

Final Thoughts

Shopping for furniture in Singapore should be an enjoyable experience that leads you to pieces that reflect your style and enhance your living environment. At Coda Furniture Studio, we are dedicated to making this journey seamless and fulfilling. Our extensive range of styles, materials, and customization options, combined with our knowledgeable staff, ensures that you’ll find exactly what you’re looking for.

When you're ready to furnish your home, visit Coda Furniture Studio and discover a world of possibilities. Let us help you transform your living space into a reflection of your personality and a sanctuary of comfort. Happy furniture shopping!

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Top 7 Dining Room Table Designs

A dining room is more than just a place to enjoy meals; it's a space for gathering, conversation, and creating memories. At the heart of this room is the dining table, a crucial centerpiece that can define the entire aesthetic. For those looking to revamp their dining area, understanding the top dining room table designs can offer both inspiration and direction. This guide is compiled by our interior designers in Mumbai for homeowners who want to discover the latest trends and timeless styles in dining room table designs. Read on to find out how you can transform your dining space with the perfect table. 

The Timeless Appeal of the Classic Wooden Table

The classic wooden dining room table is a staple in many homes. Known for its durability and versatility, wood offers a timeless appeal that suits various interior styles. Whether you prefer oak, walnut, or pine, the beauty of wood lies in its ability to blend with both traditional and modern designs. A solid wood table can be an investment piece that lasts for generations, providing unmatched warmth and character to your dining room.

Wooden tables often feature intricate carvings and finishes that add to their charm. Their natural tones create a welcoming ambiance, making them ideal for family gatherings and dinner parties. Additionally, wooden tables can be paired with different types of seating, from upholstered chairs to sleek benches, allowing for customization to fit your style.

When choosing a wooden table, consider the type of wood and finish that aligns with your decor. Lighter woods like birch or maple can brighten a space, while darker woods such as mahogany or cherry create a more formal atmosphere. No matter the choice, a classic wooden table is sure to be a cherished addition to your home.

Modern Minimalism Reinvented

For those with a penchant for sleek lines and understated elegance, modern minimalist dining room tables offer a fresh take on contemporary design. These tables often feature clean shapes, neutral colors, and a focus on functionality without sacrificing style. Materials such as glass, metal, and engineered wood are commonly used to achieve a streamlined look.

A glass-top table, for example, can make a small dining area feel larger and more open. It pairs well with metal frames, creating a chic and sophisticated vibe that suits urban apartments and lofts. Meanwhile, tables with metal legs and simplistic wooden tops exude a modern industrial feel that is both trendy and practical.

Minimalist designs focus on decluttering and simplicity, making them perfect for modern homes that prioritize space and light. The beauty of these tables lies in their ability to adapt to various settings, offering a blank canvas for creative decor and styling.

The Rustic Charm of Farmhouse Tables

Bringing a touch of rural charm to urban living, farmhouse dining room tables are beloved for their rustic appeal and inviting presence. Often crafted from reclaimed wood, these tables feature a sturdy build with a distressed finish that evokes nostalgia and warmth. They are perfect for creating a cozy dining experience that embraces the comforts of home.

Farmhouse tables come in various shapes and sizes, making them versatile for different dining spaces. Their robust design allows them to withstand daily wear and tear, while their unique texture and patina add character to any room. Paired with mismatched chairs or vintage benches, farmhouse tables can bring a sense of authenticity and individuality to your dining area.

Incorporating a farmhouse table into your home is an excellent way to balance modern elements with traditional aesthetics. Their timeless look ensures they remain a favorite choice for those seeking a blend of comfort and style.

The Elegance of Extendable Tables

For those who frequently entertain guests, extendable dining room tables provide a practical solution without compromising elegance. These tables feature mechanisms that allow them to expand, offering additional seating when needed. Whether you're hosting a large family gathering or an intimate dinner party, an extendable table can adapt to your needs.

Available in various designs and materials, extendable tables can complement any decor. From sleek glass tops to polished wood finishes, they offer flexibility and style. Their ability to transform makes them an ideal choice for homeowners who value versatility and functionality.

When selecting an extendable table, consider the ease of use and the materials used in the extension mechanism. Quality craftsmanship ensures smooth operation and durability, allowing you to enjoy your table for years to come. With the right choice, an extendable table can become the centerpiece of memorable gatherings.

The Bold Statement of Industrial Chic

Industrial chic dining room tables bring a bold and edgy look to modern homes. Characterized by raw materials like metal and reclaimed wood, these tables exude an urban, loft-like feel that appeals to those with a taste for unconventional aesthetics. The combination of rough textures and sleek lines creates a striking contrast that commands attention.

Industrial tables often feature exposed hardware, metal frames, and weathered finishes. Their robust design makes them perfect for high-traffic areas and busy households. Pairing them with leather chairs or metal stools can enhance their rugged appeal.

This style is perfect for those who want to make a statement with their dining room decor. The mix of materials and design elements allows for creativity and personalization, making each table unique. Industrial chic tables are a testament to the beauty of imperfection and the allure of raw, unrefined elegance.

The Artistry of Mid-Century Modern

Celebrated for its artistic design and timeless appeal, the mid-century modern dining room table is a favorite among design enthusiasts. Known for its clean lines, organic shapes, and minimal ornamentation, this style pays homage to the innovative spirit of the mid-20th century. Its enduring popularity is a testament to its versatility and elegance.

Mid-century modern tables often feature tapered legs, smooth surfaces, and geometric forms. Made from a variety of materials such as teak, walnut, and glass, these tables seamlessly blend form and function. Their aesthetic complements both traditional and contemporary interiors, making them a versatile choice for any home.

Incorporating a mid-century modern table into your dining room can elevate the overall design, creating a harmonious balance of retro flair and modern sophistication. It's a style that resonates with those who appreciate the art of simplicity and the beauty of well-crafted furniture.

The Contemporary Flair of Glass Tables

Glass dining room tables offer a contemporary and airy feel, perfect for modern homes looking to maximize light and space. Their transparent surfaces create an illusion of openness, making smaller areas appear larger and more inviting. Paired with a variety of bases, from wooden to metallic, glass tables can suit a wide range of decor styles.

One of the key advantages of glass tables is their ability to complement any color scheme, offering a neutral backdrop for creative decor. They are easy to clean and maintain, making them practical for busy households. Additionally, glass tables can be a statement piece, drawing attention to their unique design and the materials used in their construction.

Choosing a glass table involves considering the thickness and quality of the glass, as well as the stability of the base. A well-made glass table can be a stunning addition to your dining room, combining elegance with modern innovation.

Conclusion

Choosing the perfect dining room table is a significant decision that can greatly impact the look and feel of your home. Whether you prefer the classic charm of wooden tables, the sleek lines of modern minimalist designs, or the bold statement of industrial chic, there is a table to suit every taste and need. Each style offers its unique advantages, allowing you to express your personality and enhance your dining experience.As you explore these top dining room table designs, remember to consider factors such as space, functionality, and personal style. A well-chosen table can serve as the centerpiece for countless family meals, celebrations, and memories. For those seeking further inspiration or guidance, consulting with a team of professional interior designers in India can provide valuable insights and help you make the best choice for your home.

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Timeless Elegance of Wooden Console Tables for Every Home

When it comes to interior design, the details matter. ✨ One often overlooked yet essential element in home décor is the console table. 🪑 Among the myriad of options available, the wooden console table stands out as a timeless piece that effortlessly combines functionality with aesthetic appeal. Whether you place it in your foyer, living room, or hallway, this versatile furniture item can elevate your space in ways you never thought possible. 🌟

The Allure of Wood 🌳

Wood has captivated humanity for centuries, and for good reason. It brings warmth and character into a space. 🌈 A wooden console table serves not only as a practical surface but also as a piece of art. 🎨 From rich mahogany to rustic oak, the variety in wood types allows individuals to choose a console table that complements their existing décor. Imagine a beautifully grained walnut piece accentuating your minimalist aesthetic or a weathered pine console bringing a touch of farmhouse charm to your modern home. 🏡

Functionality Meets Style 🛋️

One of the remarkable aspects of a wooden console table is its multifaceted nature. It can be used in numerous ways around the home. Need a stylish place to drop your keys and mail? 🔑 A wooden console table at the entrance can solve that dilemma while looking chic. Looking for a simple display area for your favorite photographs, plants, or decorative items? 🌸 The tabletop offers ample space for personal touches that reflect your style and personality. Additionally, many wooden console tables come equipped with drawers or shelves, providing even more storage options to keep your space organized. 📦

Design Versatility 🎭

Wooden console tables are incredibly versatile in design. They can fit seamlessly into any interior style, whether you’re going for a modern, traditional, or eclectic look. 🌟 A sleek, contemporary wooden console table can serve as a statement piece in a stylish loft, while an intricately carved antique console can add history and elegance to a classic setting. The array of finishes available—stained, painted, or left in their natural state—means that you can find a piece that meets your design vision perfectly. 💫

Dressing It Up 🎀

Another fun aspect of the wooden console table is the opportunity to accessorize. Think of it as a canvas for your creative expression. 🖌️ A table runner can add texture, while a lamp can introduce warm lighting to the area. 💡 Stack books, arrange seasonal decorations, or incorporate greenery through potted plants or fresh flowers for a splash of color. 🌷 The right accessories can transform a simple wooden console table into an eye-catching focal point that draws the eye and sparks conversation. 💬

Choosing the Perfect Size 📏

When selecting a wooden console table, size is crucial. A well-proportioned table will enhance your space rather than overwhelm it. Measure your available area and consider the table's height, width, and depth. 📐 A console table should ideally sit below the height of your mirrors or artwork to maintain a balanced look. Don’t forget to account for the clearance in front of the table to ensure that it allows for free movement throughout your home. 🚶‍♀️

Sustainability and Longevity ♻️

In today’s world, sustainability is an essential consideration. Choosing a wooden console table made from responsibly sourced materials not only enhances your home but also contributes positively to the environment. 🌍 Solid wood furniture is known for its durability and can last generations with proper care. Investing in quality means your console table will not only be a stylish addition to your home but also a sustainable one. 🌿

Conclusion 📝

In conclusion, a wooden console table is more than just a piece of furniture; it’s a versatile addition that enhances both style and functionality in any space. 💖 With endless design possibilities and the ability to reflect your personal style, this indispensable item deserves a place in your home. So why wait? Elevate your interior today with a stunning wooden console table that is sure to impress and inspire for years to come! 🌟 Order Now at Affordable Price

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