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Traditional Wine Cellar - Wine Cellar Example of a large classic brick floor and red floor wine cellar design with storage racks
#wine cellar design#custom wine room#custom wine storage#large#home wine cellar design#wine storage#stone wine room
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Traditional Wine Cellar in New York Example of a sizable traditional wine cellar with racks for storage that has a red floor and a brick floor.
#wine cellar#home wine cellar design#custom wine storage#wine lover#stone wine room#joseph and curtis
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Large - Wine Cellar An illustration of a large wine cellar with display racks in the style of the mountains, with a gray floor.
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New York Wine Cellar Display Wine cellar - large rustic porcelain tile and gray floor wine cellar idea with display racks
#wine cellar#tuscan wine room#stone#tuscanwineroom#wrought iron door#stone wine room#custom wine room
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Large Wine Cellar New York
Example of a large classic brick floor and red floor wine cellar design with storage racks
#wine cellar#wine cellar design#stone wine room#joseph and curtis#wine storage#designer wine cellars
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Rustic Wine Cellar New York Large mountain style porcelain tile and gray floor wine cellar photo with display racks
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Wine Cellar - Traditional Wine Cellar
#Inspiration for a large timeless brick floor and red floor wine cellar remodel with storage racks wine storage#stone wine room#wine cellar#designer wine cellars#wine cellar designer#wine lover
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Traditional Wine Cellar - Wine Cellar
#Example of a large classic brick floor and red floor wine cellar design with storage racks wine cellar design#custom wine room#custom wine storage#large#home wine cellar design#wine storage#stone wine room
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what draws you back to your country what draws you back to your land when i was a kid i told myself if i ever left iran i'd never go back 2 years into living in the UK i started looking at news on iran again 10 years in and i visited it for the first time again and today i heard an iranian mother talk in farsi to her child on the train to london the way my mother used to and i wanted to cry i wanted to ask her whether they're still cutting the mountaintops whether the lakes are still drying today i showed the person i was with pictures of waterfalls and palaces and forests and snow-white north something odd pulls me back with increasing force i can't ignore it ever again
#i just dont know how else to tell you everything !!! santoor from a different room the large family gathering the black tea with saffron#drank out of delicate glass and gold vessels cold marble on hot nights big stars big rivers big mountains#visible from busy tehran roads the ease of conversation tension eased by sarcasm tall tall cliffsides you drive by#rushing to put on headscarves before the head teacher comes in a rave by the base of damavand massive sun pastel purple skies#disjunct architecture trucks on road sides with fresh fruits pomegranates watermelons oranges everywhere#the smell of golpar on tangerines beautiful girls in tehran holding hands bautiful boys in kermanshah speaking kurdish the janky#cars on the verge of breakdown held together by love caspian sea lighting up in spring staying up into the morning on noruz#my friends uncle sang and played setar his son played the violin a little fear a lot of love remnants of something#grand carved into the cliffside everything feels bigger taller the landscape swallows you it smells like#illegally imported wine and orange blossoms and auntie's tahchin soaking your eyes in warm tea when youre sick#tomatoes and salt concrete and stone something mandmade and something raw new flag old resilience#the anger getting to us bruised eyes big grin all i know is the north i feel sorry my mother asks if id be okay#if they got a place in tajikistan we love each other enough dont we? when we look in the mirror we see each other. theres a love letter#across the border and it says I MISS YOU IM GLAD YOURE DOING BETTER itll never be the same im not okay with it at all there are no more#stars i miss jumping over big fires i miss our fireworks im sorry we cant be happy anymore everyone#leaves the mint and rosewater and sunlight for a reason.#it's not pride it's just generational regret
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I think the kids are waiting at the sun tree. They've never really done that before. Sleeping by the sun tree. But as they watched their parents and their friends disappear, with fear in their eyes, it was a day full of firsts.
Wolfe ends up running off in a sort of fit. Leona runs after him. They both feel more at home in the woods. They probably went there to calm down. Vesper, as the oldest, decided she needed to get some things in order. Just in case.
And Gwen was going to leave, sneak into her father's office, past all his traps and rigging, until she notices Vax just standing there. Staring at the seams in the bark that aren't really there. She watched him collapse, sitting crisscross on the roots.
So she stayed. She sat next to her big brother, close and leaning on him. Though, she wasn't there looking for support. She had watched his cocky, teenage attitude melt away into a panic. Vax'ildan was panicking.
"They'll be okay," she told him. "They're the heros of the realm. They'll save uncle Vax and the world and come home." She sounded so sure. He had to believe she was right.
They stay there though. For hours. It might have been the most time the pair ever spent with each other. The sun starts wane and their home turns golden and their parents aren't back yet.
Leona and Wolfe come back, their faces red and a little dirty. They hadn't even taken their leathers off. Like they were going home when they saw their siblings still waiting. They flank their siblings, Leona wrapping an arm around Vax's shoulder and Wolfe taking Gwen's hand. Also contented to wait.
The sky is purple by the time Vesper came with blankets, pillows, and large boxes from The Slayer's Cakes. She had all of her siblings favorites picked out. Trinket 's bear claws for Leona. Sun treats for Gwendolyn. Trayon's Blondies for Vax. Keyleth 's almond bark for Wolfe. And her own personal favorite Everlight-as-Air Scones. She brought enough to count as dinner. She wasn't their head of household. She was their big sister. She didn't need to make sure they ate well or went to bed on time. That wasn't her job. Not yet.
The stars were out that night for them, granting them the family time that they desperately needed. They laughed and stole each other's pastries. They danced around any subject related to parents or their aunts and uncles away. Hunting and tinkering and spying were all fair game. The twins fought, Vax'ildan rolled his eyes and they got him to smile. Gwen listened carefully. Vesper counted the hours since their parents left.
She thought the sun might rise and they'd never see them again. She thought they would have to gather their things in the morning sun and start their new lives emerging from the roots on the sun trees. She thought-
The bark of the sun tree cracked and groaned as it split. All of the De Rolo children held their breaths. Aunt Pike, Uncle Scanlan (in centaur form?), the ashari man, Uncle Grog, a very beautiful and very scary elf woman.
Then father. Then mother hanging on the arm of a strange man they recognized immediately.
#silver sending stones#cr spoilers#blah blah blah#went ham in post and tags again#me talking out of my ass again#i cant wait for all the fics of them coming home and spening the evening at home warm and as a family#and theyre all titled lets pretend nothings wrong#if i knew the characters better i would write a full fic and this would be the opening.#id have them in a drawing room#and vax is listening to all his nieces and nephews talk#gwen is on his back and hes running around#he gets to meet vax'ildan#he gets to meet the kids that are so much like him#and i think the adults are sober. for the most part. grog and Keyleth are having some wine but nothing in excess#they want to be there. they want to be present. they want to pretend like nothings wrong#and percy surveys his family. finally complete after all these years.#gwen is in his lap and his wife is smiling wider than she has in years#and some how hes able to press to the back of his mind that this could be their final hours on this planet.#but its exactly how he'd want to spend it#vox machina#the de rolos#idk what else to tag#idk i got soft
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I can't believe grandpa got it in on thee first date like who taught him how to homerun shit like that when did he get built
#century of love#century of love the series#chaos pikachu speaks#san x vee#daouoffroad#even got the a+++ love hotel room and everything#who pointed out ggg grandpa you rich as fuck wine and dine your man#and that wrist move????#bro what youtube deep dive on how to seduce your crush crash course did he take the night before???#Ju better inherit everything down to the stone of destiny
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Loft-Style (Miami)
#Example of a mid-sized trendy formal and loft-style porcelain tile#white floor and wallpaper living room design with white walls#a hanging fireplace#a stone fireplace and a wall-mounted tv coastal decor#fireplace#coastal style#interior designer miami#white kitchen#white staircase#wine glass storage ideas
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Contemporary Home Bar Example of a small trendy u-shaped laminate floor and beige floor seated home bar design with an undermount sink, raised-panel cabinets, medium tone wood cabinets, granite countertops, beige backsplash and stone tile backsplash
#wet bar design ideas#stone accent wall#glass fronted wine fridge#laminate flooring#gray and brown rooms#small wetbar
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virgin sacrifice reader offered to war god ghost?? prepare to be his lovely wife instead of a sacrifice with at least 10 demigods running around, he wants to raise strong warriors!
Ghost would definitely be a god similiar to Ares; a god of war, brutality, bloodshed, masculinity and virility. Men go and pray by his shrine or in his dedicated temple to give them strength in both battle and bed, to be a strong and unbeatable warrior and be able to father strong, healthy children.
One such temple, the main one, is in a surprisingly remote location, surrounded not by a major city or capital but a few villages. According to myths it was this place where a brutal battle took place millenia ago where the fearsome god Ghost defeated an army all by himself, the blood of his slain enemies served to make the land fertile and for many villages to grow and prosper...until now.
Usually sacrifaces to appease the god would be made by the men of the villages; black stallions, the strongest bulls, wine, silver and pure steel, everything that has connections to masculinity and power, however some kind of horrible fatum seems to hang over your little village. The animals either die young or are sickly and weak, the wine turns out sour like vinegar, there in so money to buy anything either and it's taken as a curse by the elders. If nothing will be done and Ghost won't have his sacrifice who knows what will happen?
So they decide on the next best thing, a desperate last choice reach in hopes to appease the brutal god-a virgin sacrifice. The prettiest, unmarried and untouched young woman is to be chosen, dressed in the finest, gauzy silks and locked inside the stone temple in hopes that the god will come down and the blood of a slain virgin will calm his fury. Luck wasn't on your side it seems, you were chosen.
All you could remember were the desperate cries of your mother, the dissapointed remorseful look on your father's face and the ritual cleansing of the old crones in the village. You were cleaned in rose water, intricate patterns were drawn with a mixture of honey, mushed up berries and flowers on your breasts, around your nipples and bellybutton, and the most intricate was drawn on the place where your womb was. You were clothed in a white gauzy dress that was a symbol of your purity and then you were bound and dragged to the temple no matter how much you struggled and kicked and pleaded until you were finally locked in the dimly lit temple, only the many candles present to lighten the main chamber and to show the powerful, majestic sculpture of the god, Ghost.
Imagine crying yourself to sleep, everything hurt, you were scared and confused, all alone to die in this forsaken temple because some old men decided on it. Falling asleep out of exhaustion, the images of your crying, terrified mother haunting you even when sleeping.
Imagine waking up and instead of feeling cold and sore from sleeping on the unforgiving stone floor, and instead finding yourself laying on and under the most luxurious furs you've ever seen, the warmth of them felt like a blanket and the smell of them, pleasant warm masculine musk made a shiver run down your spine, just where were you?
Before you had the chance of looking around the room, you felt huge, strong arms clamping togehter around you and bringing you into a powerful, broad chest which rumbled with a growl like purr and a stern voice saying:
"Stay. Don't move around girl."
And the very same arms turned you gently around to face the man behind you and you couldn't help but gasp and breath out a tiny, frightened yelp-behind you was laying a man who looked like the stone sculpture of Ghost cane to life and became human. It...it was Ghost. You laid next to a god.
#kin speaks#asks#interactions#THIS IS SUCH A DELIGHTFUL ASK AND IDEA#sorry for this shitty ending but it was getting too long😭#but i'm more than open to explore this more 💕💕#god of war!ghost#cod x reader#cod mw x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley cod#simon ghost riley#simon riley
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Rustic Living Room Seattle
Inspiration for a massive, open-concept, rustic living room remodel without a television that includes a bar, white walls, a standard fireplace, a stone fireplace, and a medium-tone wood floor.
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Wine Cellar - Racks An illustration of a sizable, traditional wine cellar with storage racks that has a beige floor and a limestone floor.
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