#the weather made everything feel light and airy

[yvmoveon]

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[ace-turned-confused]

shiftin' gear | part one

joel masterlist | series masterlist

pairing: mechanic!joel x f!reader series outline: a slacker of a boyfriend, no job, and now your car needs serious maintenance. heading to the mechanic’s, you’re just expecting him to rid you of your car troubles and move on — you’re certainly not expecting him to change your life chapter summary: your dad finally takes you to have your car fixed, where you meet joel miller — dangerously handsome and charming beyond words word count: 3,7k warnings: 18+ only, reader is able-bodied and wears a dress, description of a rather useless boyfriend, strained father-daughter relationship, probably highly incorrect information about cars, smutty thoughts a/n: i watched one single fifteen minute video about changing brakes, so if anyone needs a bootleg mechanic you can hmu and i'll be there 🫡 endless hugs & head pats to @frannyzooey for not only all the help on this chapter, but all the kindness & encouragement overall 💜

Your car’s had warning lights on for probably a dangerous amount of time. You’d told your dad numerous times what was going on, not that it mattered all that much to him because the car still gets you from A to B and maybe if you drove a bit more delicately then these things wouldn’t need maintenance so often.

If you turn the music up loud enough it just drowns all that out – both the warnings and your dad’s constant berating. Coming home one night, you try one last time to ask him for help.

“Some jackass cut right across me on the freeway, I made sure he knew exactly what I thought of him though. Lucky I didn’t fly out through the windshield when I slammed on my brakes, considering there's more warnings on my dash than on a fuckin’ storm-season weather report.”

That seemed to do the trick, God, if only you’d done this a month ago. Suddenly he was scouring his search and call history for some mechanic he’d been to for his own car – “Miller’s Auto Repair”, though he doesn’t know who the Miller in question is, saying he dealt with some young boy named Eddie with greasy hair and stains on his shirt to match.

He found some time in his oh-so-busy schedule to go with you. Was he about to lecture you on your attitude? Definitely, but at least your car’s going to be fixed.

-

You park in the street behind your dad and haul yourself out of your car, walking up to meet him. Taking in the place, it looks decent enough – tools scattered around, a young guy working on a car on a lift, plastic chairs and a steel leg table off to one side. Maybe decent is a slight exaggeration, but it’s spacious and airy and doesn’t reek of sweat and toxic masculinity. You’re certainly out of place, the sun blazing down on you in your simple daisy-print dress and you feel slightly overdressed.

An older man comes out of a partitioned-off room, the drywall not quite reaching the rafters and sheet metal above. He’s wearing well-fitted and surprisingly chic black coveralls — a hint of skin peeking from behind the lapel, cuffs buttoned up below his elbows, belt around his hips and there are even pleats in the pant legs. And you thought you were overdressed. You mindlessly smooth out your dress, suddenly feeling like you haven’t made enough of an effort.

It’s not that you were expecting someone unattractive, but the man waltzing towards you is criminally handsome — if only you could find a boy your own age who looked like this. A part of you is actually jealous your dad found this place before you did.

He reaches out to both you and your father with a firm handshake, “Name’s Joel. What can I do for ya?”

“My daughter here’s been having some car troubles.” He gestures to you and you notice Joel gives you a once-over and nods.

Taking the silence as your queue to speak, you start listing everything gone wrong with your car. “First it told me the brake pads need changing, and that was about, what, six weeks ago now?” You glare at your dad, your tongue in your cheek and arms tight across your chest.

“Told you I’ve been busy, you know this.” He matches your look and you turn your attention back to Joel, rolling your eyes and he smirks ever so slightly.

“Aircon needs regassing, and the headlights don’t seem to want to go bright anymore.”

“Well, lights and aircon are quick fixes, can do both right now for you, not expensive. I’ll take a look at the brakes and see if we have sets here that’ll work and let you know about that.”

Your dad excuses himself when his phone starts ringing, leaving you alone with Joel.

“So why’d you bring your dad with? You seem capable enough to me.” He crosses his arms, tilting his head.

“I’d rather not have some macho mechanic clock me from a mile away, and end up getting handled for knowing fuck all about cars. No offence.” Joel smiles at your brash commentary, leaning closer towards you. “Wouldn’t do that to a pretty girl like you. Cute dress, those your favourite?”

You’re not quite sure what he’s talking about, to be honest — a fog came over your mind after ‘pretty girl’ fell from his lips and you stand there in silence, mouth hanging open in a daze.

He leans to the side and points to your chest, snapping you back to reality. “The daisies on your dress? That your favourite flower?”

“Oh! No, uh…” Your voice fades off, unsure of what to do about the heat creeping up your neck and into your ears.

 Joel just smirks at you. “You can bring in that car of yours onto the lift, sweetheart.”

You nod and start walking away, your dad ending his call and he’s already asking questions about the cost of all this work. Getting in your car again, you’re flustered. All this man has done is call you sweetheart and pretty once and it’s all you can think about. You pull your car up to the shop, lining up with the lift as best you can and roll down your window.

Joel leans into the open window with a slanted smile, voice low enough for just you to hear him, “Lined up perfectly there, just go slow and I’ll tell you when to stop,” and God if that doesn’t have your mind racing. You give him a weak smile and manoeuvre your car onto the lift, stopping when he raises his hand. Pulling the bonnet lever and climbing out, you move to stand with your dad again, stepping over discarded rags and dried oil stains.

Joel does what looks to you like a whole lot of fiddling and tapping and knocking of random car parts under the bonnet, and takes the light covers off to change the bulbs; he takes a wheel off and checks the brakes and you watch him the whole time. Skilled and calloused hands moving with ease, your mind wanders off to what else he’s good at with his hands. Crouching down to feel around a toolbox, his coveralls pull tight around his ass and thighs. That heat you felt a few minutes ago only getting worse just from watching him work, embarrassment washing over you – though not enough to look away.

Everything looks like it’s back in place and he lowers the lift, walking towards you and your dad. “Gas and bulbs are done, should be good as new now. Brakes you’re gonna have to come back for, though. Eddie just used the last of the pads and discs you need on that car there, but we can get 'em easily enough, should be here next week.” You nod at him, not sure if it’s easier to look him in the eye or avoid him altogether.

“And you can’t get them any sooner? Or, how long are these current ones gonna be safe for? I’m out of town again next week and–”

“It’s fine, next week is fine.” You put a hand out to cut your dad off and shake your head. You’re really not in the mood for his entitlement, and truthfully you’re looking forward to the chance to come here again without him.

“You gonna manage on your own?” he asks, his tone almost mocking and eyebrows raised.

“I’ll be fine, thanks,” you chirp back, voice curt and monotone.

“You sure?” Of course, he wasn’t going to believe you were capable.

“I’ll get Jake to come with me. It’s fine. Really.”

Right, Jake – your boyfriend. Someone you should’ve been thinking of a long time ago, when instead you were all but undressing Joel with your eyes, imagining the nice things he’d do for you, with you, to you.

You and Jake have been together just over a year now, slept together a handful of times, and all around he’s a decent guy. You met while you both were in training and were given the same placements for industry experience. He’s never done anything inherently bad to you, but lately, you’ve found yourself putting more and more distance between you — subconsciously initially, but now it feels more like a chore to spend time with him.

He’s been sweet and kind to you from the start, but it would be nice to have him make an effort every so often, brag about you, show you off. His grand plan for celebrating your anniversary was taking you out for lunch and calling it a day; if he visits while your dad’s around, the two of them spend more time talking than you do. It’s been about two months since he fucked you, if you could even call it that, and you’re tired of either faking an orgasm or reassuring him it’s fine you never came when you forget to put on the act at all.

You can’t picture someone like Joel giving you such mediocre treatment and being satisfied with that, living life so blissfully unaware.

Joel’s voice snaps you out of your fog and you notice your dad’s already walked out.

“See you then,” and he retreats with a tilt of his head and a wink.

Fuck it’s going to be a long week.

-

Joel already texted your dad three days ago to say you could come in, and you’ve been oddly nervous about it, your mind racing: what’s gonna be the quietest time to go, I wonder if Joel will be too busy with another job, I should make sure I’m not wearing the same dress again. You even made sure you washed your hair the night before in preparation, scolding yourself the whole time – he’s some random guy fixing your car, not to mention you do have a boyfriend.

Eddie’s nowhere to be seen, Joel’s wearing those same coveralls and there’s music playing from a worktop speaker.

“Afternoon, princess,” he holds your door open, eyes following you across the room, just the same as the week before. “Thought you were bringing a friend – what was his name?”

Fingers toying with the hem of your top, you only hope you made the right decision coming here alone. You’re not worried about something that Joel would say or do, no, but worried about something you yourself might. You never were good at hiding your feelings; you pray he can’t see through you.

“Oh, Jake?” You could keep it a secret and enjoy Joel’s attention a while longer but weighing up your options, maybe it’s better to just be honest with him. “He’s my boyfriend. He was uh, busy… today. So, just me.” He doesn’t need to know you never even asked Jake to accompany you to begin with.

“Is it cool if I stay while you work?” you ask timidly. “I can get a ride home though, if you’d prefer.”

“It’s no trouble, here.” He pulls a stool towards you, wiping it off with a smile. Joel gets to work on your car and it’s like a show, just for you. Definitely the right choice to come alone, you smile to yourself.

“So this boyfriend of yours, what’s he like?” he shouts out from the far side of your car and your smile drops.

“Oh, uh… he’s nice.” He is nice, but you can’t be bothered to think of anything worthwhile to say about him.

Joel rounds your car to stop and look at you. “Sounds to me like you don’t want ‘nice’.” His eyes trail up and down your figure and you gawk at his remark. Okay, maybe he actually can see right through you.

“Well, my dad really likes him. Says it’s good to have someone to ground you, or whatever.” Joel simply nods in response and turns his attention back to your car.

You take the opportunity to really take him in this time, with no dad around as a source of shame. Thick curls that you would love to run your hands through, sculpted nose, well-trimmed moustache, grey and patchy scruff for a beard, wide back and broad shoulders and firm chest and—

God, you need to think of something else before you get carried away. Again. You look around the room to refocus on something more appropriate, taking in all the arbitrary decor. Dog-eared posters of old rock bands, exposed bulbs dotted between fluorescent lights, a chain of mini chequered flags strung up along the wall.

You risk another look at Joel and see he’s taken two wheels off already, doing more twisting and turning of car parts you never even knew were there in the first place.

“What’s that?”

He looks to you over his shoulder, coveralls pulling tight again over his arms and back.

“What, this? Called a calliper. Holds the brake pads that squeeze against the disc, stopping the car.” You purse your lips, nodding slowly and Joel huffs out a laugh, facing away again. “Got any siblings that need car part lessons?” He continues, “Or better yet, maybe they can teach you instead.”

“Nope, just me. What about you? Any other Millers gracing the town?” You see him shake his head and he chuckles to himself. 

“Got a brother, Tommy. He’s in construction. I worked with him a while back — much prefer this, though. What’s a girl like you do? Working your dream job?”

‘I’m uh, in between jobs, actually. I’m a chef — was a chef.” You look down to your lap, picking your nails. “I quit. Place was full of sexist dickheads. They suggested I put myself forward for promotion, then gave it to some egotistical asshole with both less experience and qualification. So I told them exactly where they could shove their promotion and never went back.”

You sigh and look up and see Joel’s already watching you, a faint smile on his face almost like he’s proud of you for standing your ground. His eyes are a mix of sympathy and understanding — not something you’re often on the receiving end of.

“I know I kinda fucked myself quitting like that, but I was tired of constantly being treated like shit. And not a fuck was I gonna stick around and take orders from a guy like that.” You crack a smile and Joel matches it.

“You keepin’ yourself busy?”

“Trying to figure out what’s next. Not sure if maybe I should do some more training somewhere, expand my skill set y’know, or just find another job. Not very easy with my dad breathing down my neck.” Joel nods, and his keen attention spurs you on. He’s one of few people who have actually listened to you about all this without giving you his own unwanted opinion or unsolicited advice.

“Only real silver lining is having time to pick up some old hobbies again. And talking to you, I guess.” Joel gives you a skew grin and you smile bashfully, lowering your gaze as you feel your cheeks redden.

“So what do you get up to when you’re not talkin’ to me, then?”

“Bits and pieces here and there. It’s been nice to get back into piano again.”

“Keen musician, are you? Play guitar myself, do a lot of the stuff that’s been playing here.”

The mental image of Joel playing guitar is not good for keeping your mind out of the gutter, and you're soon thinking about what one hand looks like plucking away at the strings, the other in a firm grip around the neck. One hand plucking away at you, the other in a firm grip around your neck. You stop yourself before that runs rampant in your mind, focusing on the song playing in the background.

“Wait, can you play In The Gallery?” You lean forward, eyebrows shooting up to your hairline, a grin spreading across your face in shock and amazement.

“You know this?” Joel points off in no direction, giving you the same bewildered look, and your expression changes from that of awe to insult.

“Of course I do, it’s Dire Straits. Look, I may know jack shit about cars but I do know other things. Do you sing, too?”

He shifts his weight to one leg, cocking his head to the side. “Do you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You flash a smile and he faces away again.

Joel’s bolted the front wheels back and is busy removing the rear ones when a phone starts ringing above the music.

“Hands a little full here. Can you answer? It’s just on the bench there.”

Your eyes widen slightly, but you stand and make your way to find it. Sliding to answer, you hold the phone to one ear and press a finger in the other to drown out the noise, slinking off towards Joel’s office.

-

Joel watches as you walk into his office, phone pressed into your ear. He’s been thinking about you since you arrived with your dad last week, and he’s glad to spend some time hearing what you have to say. And, you know, getting to really look at you without your dad around. 

He thought you looked beautiful in that dress last week — thought what you’d look like out in public with him in that same dress, with his jacket over your shoulders as the air grows cold, you writhing underneath him behind closed doors and waking up in his shirt next to him the following morning. He scolded himself when you drove off last week for allowing himself that indulgence, that twisted fantasy about a girl as young as you — but seeing how you are today, maybe he was right all along.

You’ve been staring at him since you parked, and the way you bite your bottom lip and openly ogle at him when you think he doesn’t notice tells him you’re thinking about the same things, too. 

You seemed shy, scared even, when you first stood in front of him, overshadowed by your father and his clear frustration with you. It seems you have no issue with pushing him, but he can see in the way you stand, closed off, and hear the unease in your constant defence that maybe this eats away at you more than you like to admit. He’s spent a mere two hours with you so far, and you shine when you’re free to say whatever you want, be whoever you want.

Your boyfriend Jake, however — he might be a challenge. Your smile faded when he was mentioned, saying your father’s fond of him, that he’s nice. Maybe you haven’t been together all that long, or on the contrary, been together too long, but if ‘nice’ is his most redeeming quality… He took your indifference and curt response as a sign to not push any further for now, but that boy, whoever he is, clearly doesn’t know how to keep a girl like you happy.

He’s considering fabricating some story of something else that needs repairs on your car just so you’d have a reason to come back, even if under false pretence. You probably would believe him given the evident gaps in your knowledge, but the risk of breaking your trust might not be worth it. He should keep his distance.

He focuses on the task at hand again and finds himself paying extra attention to his work. You won’t recognise good handiwork, but he knows you’ll be excited about having a fully functional car again. It’s not much, but seeing that winning smile spread across your face will be enough for him.

-

Much like Joel himself, it seems, his office is pleasantly well-kept, bar a few too many half-empty coffee mugs and stray papers littering the desk. A tatty plaid-print couch against the back wall, a mini fridge tucked next to the desk, a leather jacket hung over his chair. Blinds drawn and with no sign of Joel approaching, you trace your fingers across the collar, wondering what it would feel like hanging over your own shoulders, arms drowning in the too-long sleeves and you drowning in him.

You leave his office to walk back towards him and Joel raises his eyebrows questioningly, wiping his hands off on a rag. “So?”

“Woman named Hazel? She didn’t leave much of a message, she just asked if you could call her back. Said you’d have her number.” You hand the phone to him, his hands cool compared to the heat burning under your skin.

“Ah, guess I should,” he mumbles, a hand coming up to scratch the nape of his neck.

“Hm, so who’s Hazel? Is she pretty?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him, a cheeky grin on your face.

Joel scoffs a laugh. “Nobody you need to worry about, not my type.” You feel an odd sense of assurance at his admission. “Well, everything’s done, you’re good to go. Your dad paid last week already.”

“And what about all the hard work you put into this? Surely I owe you something for that?”

“You spendin’ the afternoon was payment enough.” He smiles at you, eyes softening. “I’ll see ya round, sweetheart. Come by any time, I mean it. And hey, if you ever need a change of scenery, you’re welcome to come answer the phone for me.”

You’re not entirely sure if he’s seriously offering you a job or just passing it off as banter. It would get you out of the house and put a bit of extra cash in your pockets; you’d get to spend days on end around Joel, watch him work, and maybe get a glimpse into who he is beyond the charming mechanic you know so far. 

It would certainly test your resolve being so close to him. You consider all the afternoons that may look like the one you’ve just had — easy work, no Eddie or other customers around, just you and Joel and the tension between you. You suppose you’d have to find something to do to pass the time on days like these… Then again, do you really want to risk having him see you as just the girl who answers the phone?

Maybe you can fake something, an excuse to bring you back here to see him again. The ruse wouldn’t last long, not when Joel takes one look at the car and sees clear as day there’s nothing wrong, but you can pin it all on inexperience. Either way, you won’t be forgetting him any time soon.

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In The Heat of The Summer, You’re So Different From The Rest.

Bjorn x fem!reader

Author’s Note: Howdy y’all. I took a bit of time off from writing because Christmas was an absolute shit show with all the gift shopping and family gatherings. I managed to write this on my breaks during work, and today I was finally able to sit down and work through the little slump I hit to finish this thing! I am back on the roll though and have so many damn ideas running through my head, I cannot wait to post more and let you guys in! Hope you guys had a great Christmas (or holidays!), and I hope you all enjoy this new little one shot. Enjoy your New Year’s Eve if I don’t post before that! :)

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, minors DNI. We have oral sex, both female and male receiving at the same time, P in V sex (unprotected, you know the drill, wrap it up before you go heels to Jesus please lol, stay protected), there’s an established FWB relationship here, I don’t think I missed anything!

A p.s from the author: Y’know when you hear a song and you’re like “holy shit this is a good song to base a horny little smut piece on”? Yeah Summer by Brockhampton is the fucking culprit for the inspiration of this little one-shot. Love the song, adore the lyrics and my god does it make me want to be in warmer weather right now lol.

Word Count: 4,474

Nothing had prepared you for Yvaga III’s twin suns. The warmth felt suffocating, and it weighed everything down, making the air shimmer with a golden haze that made your skin perpetually damp with sweat. The lush greenery and rolling hills were beautiful, sure, but it was hard to appreciate it when every article of clothing clung to your back, and every movement you made sent fresh beads of sweat down your skin. Sometimes, you even found yourself longing for the dark and sterile chill of Jackson’s Star.

You sat in the shadow of the ship, the heat of the day clinging to the air, sticking onto your skin, a film of sweat painting your entire body. You wore a white tank top and a pair of boxer shorts you borrowed from Tyler, knowing they would provide a more airy and baggy fit. Your legs were stretched out in front of you, and you held the data pad in your hands, looking at the scan you had conducted on the ship.

“The air conditioner is fucking broken.” You called out over the drilling noise that echoed above you, throwing yourself back into the tall grass that cushioned you and the ship, sweat trailing down your temples as you squinted up at the shimmering sky.

“I think we knew that when we woke up drowning in our own sweat this morning for Christ sake.” Navarro yelled from the top of the wing above you.

“I feel like I’m overheating, does anyone have an ice pack or something?” Rain complained, her voice carrying from inside the ship as she stepped into the light, her face reddened by the heat, looking as miserable as you felt.

”We’re saving them for tonight.” Tyler responded, “I’d rather not have one of us die from heat stroke while sleeping.” He added, as you wiped the sweat off your forehead with the back of your arm, your chest filling with the thick air.

”This place is gonna fucking kill me.” You muttered, lifting yourself up from the grass, dusting the back of your shorts off “I’m going to lay in my bunk.” You called out, feeling all the sweat dripping down your skin as you made your way into the ship. Thankfully it wasn’t as bad as being outside, but it was still stuffy, the dull scent of sweat mixing with the moisture in the air. You kicked off your shoes, entering the living quarters you shared with Navarro, throwing yourself onto the bottom bunk with a loud groan, before quickly flipping yourself over to stare up at the beams that held up the bed above you. The tank top you wore was soaked through, and the waistband of your boxer shorts were damp, sweat was pooling everywhere, and all you could do was try to fan yourself with your hand, hoping that it would help.

The sound of heavy boots on the metal floors echoed outside of the living quarters, immediately gaining your attention, a groan escaping your lips as you closed your eyes.

”Go away.” The steps didn’t stop, and a moment later the door to the room hissed open. You tilted your eyes towards the doorway, seeing Bjorn standing against the frame. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his shorts hung dangerously low on his hips, the dark fabric sticking to his legs. Like everyone else he was glistened with sweat, and flushed red from being exposed to the prolonged heat. His sharp blue eyes scanned over you slowly, lingering on the way your tank top was clinging to you before returning his eyes to yours.

”Are you always this dramatic, or is today special?” He asked, amused by the sight in front of him, as you shot him a tired glare.

”What do you want, Bjorn?” He stepped inside of the room, letting the door shut behind him.

”You looked like you were going to faint out there,” He said, a smirk widening across his face, leaning against the wall near the bunk beds, “Thought I’d make sure you didn’t melt into the floor or something.”

“Well, I didn’t.” You muttered, pushing yourself up onto your elbows, his eyes flickering to your tank top again, watching your chest rise and fall. He was practically stripping you with his eyes at this point, the way they roamed over your exposed legs, picturing the last time he had held them, or nipped at the skin of your thighs. It was impossible not to picture you under him, especially when you were splayed out like this and breathless.

”You look like you’re suffering,” He said, his tone laced with mocking sympathy, “Want me to get a fan?” You rolled your eyes.

”Do you see a fan anywhere?” You shot back, your voice sharp. Bjorn grinned, and reached into his pocket, pulling out a single large ice cube, holding it up into your line of sight between his fingers.

”I brought you something better.” He commented.

”And what are you going to do with that?” You asked, your eyes flickering from the ice cube then back to him.

”Help you out,” He responded, pushing himself off the wall to sit on the edge of your bunk, the mattress dipping under his weight. The faint smell of sweat and aftershave itches your nose as you sit up fully, “Unless you’d rather be uncomfortable, cause if that’s the case I’ll use this on myself.” You squinted at him.

”This feels like a setup.” Bjorn’s smirk widened.

”Always so suspicious…” He murmured, “You know me better than that love.”

“That’s exactly why I’m suspicious.” Not moving as he leaned in closer, bringing the ice up to your neck without waiting for permission. The first touch felt electric as the cool droplets slid against your heated skin. You gasped softly at the sensation, a gentle relief washing over you, feeling Bjorn’s hand come into contact with your thigh, rubbing it slowly, caressing it with such softness that it almost made you climb on him.

“You’re jumpy,” He remarked, trailing the ice down the curve of your neck.

”It’s cold,” You replied, your voice shaky despite your best efforts to hold in your reactions.

”That’s the point.” You felt your cheeks heat up at the way he whispered. The ice left a wet, glistening path down your skin, as his knuckles moved the drops of water along your collarbone. The touch was slow, and when his eyes flicked to yours, the intensity made your stomach tighten.

”Been a while,” You said softly, your voice catching in your throat, Bjorn’s eyes relaxing a bit, his hand on your thigh sliding up to your waist, nodding.

”I know.” He whispered. The two of you had this on again off again thing together, oftentimes you turned to him just for some physical contact, but it was so natural you guys had found yourselves addicted to one another. The dry spell came when the close living quarters were established, and neither of you could figure out how to sneak around properly without the whole group figuring things out, so plans were scarce.

The ice trailed lower now, slipping beneath the neckline of your tank top, settling on one of your breasts, his fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt.

”Let’s take this off hmm?” You hesitated slightly, the tension between the two of you thickening. Slowly, he pulled the damp fabric over your head, tossing it to the floor. His gaze dragged over you, the hunger burning behind his blown out pupils, lingering on every curve of your body, and every bead of sweat that created a sheer on your skin. A small smile appeared on his lips.

”Much better,” He muttered, the ice now tracing over the swell of your breast, the coolness causing your nipples to harden, your back arching towards him. His free hand came up to push the cold trail of droplets over the rest of your heated skin.

”Still too hot?” He asked, moving closer to you.

”Bjorn-“ Your sentence died as he dropped the piece of ice off the side of the bed, sliding his hands to your hips, gripping tightly before pulling you forward to lift you effortlessly onto his lap with a practiced ease, a sharp gasp escaping your throat. His stiff chest pressed against yours, his hands trailing to your thighs, holding you in place. He looked up at you, his grin widening now, your hands coming up to hold either side of his damp neck.

”That’s much better.” He commented, settling himself beneath you, before claiming your mouth with his in a kiss that was tense and rough, his hands roaming over your back with the confidence of knowing exactly how to touch you under his belt. He broke the kiss, moving his lips towards your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before soothing the marks with his soft tongue. You breathed in shakily, your fingers now tangling into his hair, his hands pulling you flush against him.

”Bjorn,” You moaned, his name leaving your lips effortlessly, feeling his open mouth peppering hot wet kisses along your jaw. His fingers digging into your thighs just enough to remind you how firmly he had you in place.

”Something you need to say?” His breath stuck to your skin, a smile ghosting against your neck.

”You’re being cocky.” Bjorn chucked, the sound resonating against your throat.

“Am I? Cause I don’t really hear you complaining.” Before you could retort, his hands shifted, one trailing up the small of your back to pull you closer to him, the other settling on the soft skin of your waist. His calloused fingers tickled the sensitive flesh of your lower back, as his mouth returned to yours, his lips moving against yours gently. The weight of him beneath you, the heat radiating from every inch of his body, was overwhelming to your senses, but the tension was burning and tightening even more in the pit of your stomach. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, tugging gently at it before deepening the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours, making your breath hitch briefly, your hand coming up to cradle his cheek, a moan vibrating against his lips. You could feel his touch travel down to your ass, gripping the flesh in his palms, massaging gently, as he guided your hips towards his so that you could feel how hard he was through his shorts.

”I think we have too many clothes on.” He whispered against your mouth, the both of you giggling softly.

”Couldn’t agree with you more.” You smiled, kissing him one more time before moving off of him, going further back onto your bunk while peeling off the boxer shorts you had on, throwing them off the side of the bed, your gaze attaching to Bjorn’s as he stood up from the mattress, removing his shorts and boxers in one go. You were always surprised at how ready he was when the two of you would have sex, and this time was no exception. His cock was hard, the tip was a blush red, but he wasn’t too riled up yet, not enough to have precum dripping out from the tip, but the sight still made your mouth water. He made sure the door to the room was locked before joining you on the bed, your fingers trailing over the skin of your stomach as you watched him settle on his knees, opening your legs to have him settle between them.

”Eager are we?” He commented, pushing some of the stray hairs out of your face, plastering an array of kisses over your face, on your cheeks, your forehead, the tip of your nose, but completely avoiding your lips, trying to tease you.

”I could say the same for you, it’s obvious you’re the catalyst for this situation right now.” You point out, a smirk drawing up on your lips, as he pulls you onto him, your thighs now straddling his waist, “Point proven.” You say breathlessly, leaning down to kiss him roughly, holding his stubbly cheeks between your hands, feeling his fingers digging into the meat of your hips. He pulls away from the kiss, his sharp blue eyes glossed over, drunk on his own anticipation.

”Turn around,” He instructed, his voice steady. You could feel the heat creeping up on your skin, your heart pounding against your chest, as he guided you in turning your body with an ease that sent a thrill through you, you hesitated for a moment, following his lead, twisting until you were straddling him in reverse. He pulled you back a little bit, just enough so you could feel the heat of his breath travelling over the back of your thighs, and cooling your wet core, a small groan escaping Bjorn’s lips at the sight.

”Just like that, stay right there.” He whispered, steadying you as his lips pressed against one of your thighs, sucking gently on the flesh, leaving a small red mark right below your butt. The intimacy of the position had your heart racing so much you could feel your head spinning, your hands bracing yourself on his thighs as his mouth came up right against your cunt, his tongue teasing against your slit with a precision that made your breath catch in your throat. He knew your body like that back of his hand, he knew all your weaknesses, and he loved every second he had you squirming under his control. A soft moan escaped your lips, your body responding by pressing against his unyielding tongue, your fingers digging gently into his thighs. His stubble scraped against your skin, the roughness adding an edge to the overwhelming heat of his touch and breath. You pushed yourself more towards him, your back arching at the way his tongue worked against you, another moan escaping your lips, reaching down to grab onto his cock, feeling and hearing his breath hitch at the new contact, bringing yourself down to the tip, your tongue flicking against it to tease him, earning a groan. His movements faltered for a moment, as his mouth moved off of you.

”You’re really trying to one-up me huh?” You smiled.

”Always,” You replied, adjusting now so you were almost flat against him, your mouth now wrapping around the head of his cock, sucking and tracing your tongue along the sensitive nerve endings, savoring the low groan that it coaxed from him, tasting the saltiness of his precum. You began to move your hand in sync with your mouth's movements, listening closely to the uneven breaths Bjorn took, as he refocused on his own task, his hands now holding onto your lower back moving your soaked core back down onto his mouth. His tongue explored every inch of you, tasting every last drop that fell from your slit, his lips teasing and coaxing reactions from you that left your body trembling on top of him. He was much more experienced than you, and he just knew what to do with your body to make you melt into him, he knew your weak spots, he knew that if he took your clit into his mouth you’d give up immediately, but he didn’t want that, this newfound position was driving you both crazy at this point.

The shared rhythm you found was intoxicating, the heat between the both of you building with every movement, and every moan and gasp for air. You took him deeper into your mouth, pulling up just enough to suck on the tip, feeling Bjorn groan against your skin, the vibrations adding to the overwhelming stimulation his tongue was providing. Your hand tightened around his shaft in response, your movements growing bolder as you took him in deeper, working to draw out those sounds from him again, craving the reactions he was giving you, feeling his body tensing beneath you, his mouth pulling away from you for a split second.

”God keep going, don’t stop.” He begged, burying his face back into you, his eagerness playing out in front of you. You moaned against him, your focus splitting between the pleasure he was giving you, and the satisfaction of feeling him unraveling under your hands and mouth. The tension between the both of you built with every movement, and every passing second, the air thick with heat, and with the unspoken understanding as you moved together, giving and receiving in perfect sync. You could feel his calloused hands slide up your back, then back to your hips, his mouth now moving to your clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from you, his lips turning up into a smile. You pulled off him for a moment, catching your breath before focusing on the now reddened tip of his cock, running your tongue over the head, focusing on the most sensitive area just below the head. His breath hitched, his voice breaking as he groaned your name, his hips shifting beneath you.

The position left no room for barriers between the both of you, the intimacy of the act alone was just enough, but the raw physicality of the moment was the thing that was pushing you and Bjorn closer to the edge. His hands moved again, one sliding up your back to steady you as the other gripped your hip, his touch grounding you even as his mouth continued to work you into a frenzy.

”Please Bjorn, don’t stop.” You begged, your words spurring him on, as you focused to match his intensity, the tension continuing to build until it was almost unbearable. Every sound and tremor the both of you shared between each other was overwhelming, the pleasure being a fire consuming everything around you.

When the tension finally broke, it left you in absolute shambles, your body was moving involuntarily at that point, grinding on his face, as his hips raised slightly, so you could take him deeper into your mouth, his cum coating the back of your throat. You swallowed every drop, moaning against him as you rode out your orgasm, coating his face with your slick. Your bodies tangled together in a mess, feeling the world blurring around you. Bjorn lapped up the slickness coming from you, before pulling away, pressing a lingering kiss to the back of your thighs, his breath warm against your skin. You took your mouth off him, a sigh escaping your lips at the sensations that were still running through your body.

“Okay…” Bjorn muttered after a long moment, “That was impressive.” You laughed softly, pushing yourself up, so you could roll off of him. Your legs felt like jello as you practically dragged yourself to the space beside him, seeing his mouth still coated with your slick, a drunk haze glistening in his eyes.

“Impressive?” You echoed, glancing up at him with a faint smirk, “I think we deserve more credit than that.” He chucked, his lips pressing against yours for a moment, before pulling away, watching you lick yourself off your lips.

”Oh definitely, but I don’t think we’re done yet.” He whispered, a smile coming up on his mouth as he watched your eyebrows raise.

“You’re ambitious,” You replied, feeling his fingertips trace circles along your waist, “Didn’t I just ruin you?” Bjorn laughed loudly, feeling himself stirring back to life, the blood running hot in his veins as he nodded.

“I think I’ve got enough left in me to ruin you right back actually, we can call it even after that.” His voice sent a fresh wave of heat through your body, as the familiar pull of desire reignited in your stomach, despite the comedown you were currently experiencing from your orgasm. His shimmering blue eyes searched for yours, the burning craving and lust coating the stare.

“You’re actually serious?” You asked, your voice trembling as his hand moved lower, brushing over the curvature of your hip.

”Very serious,” He replied, leaning over to your ear, his hot breath hitting against the shell, “And by the way, you look incredible like this- flushed, spent, and already ready for more.” He whispered, his words sending shivers down your spine, as he pulled back, shifting so he could sit with his back against the frame of the bunk bed.

“Now climb on.” He added. You looked up at him, now noticing that he too was a blush red all over his naturally pale skin. You laughed a little, pushing yourself up onto your knees.

”You make it sound like you’re an amusement park ride.” You commented, putting your thighs on either side of his hips, the intimacy of the position making your pulse quicken, as you settled on top of him. He reached up, cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks.

”Well, I’m your amusement park ride…And I want to feel you.” You laughed lightly, leaning in, your lips brushing up against his in a kiss that started soft, but quickly escalated into something deeper, more urgent. It was sloppy, and wet, and the both of you could taste each other on your tongues. Bjorn groaned softly, as his hands slid down to grip your waist, pulling you closer to align your bodies perfectly. These were the times where the both of you knew there was something else between the two of you, there was no denying the craving was just a ploy to be closer to you. He could never keep his eyes off you throughout the times where you weren’t sleeping together, and you were the same, but the desire of being something more was left unspoken, it was just the right thing to do.

The earlier tension was still there, simmering just beneath the surface as your hands moved up to hold his neck, feeling Bjorn's fingertips tracing lazy patterns against the soft expanse of skin along your back, the both of you continuing to kiss messily, until your lips were sore. He pulled back, pressing his forehead to yours, his breath uneven, your pubic bone feeling Bjorn’s erection pressing up against it.

“You ready for me?” He asked, one hand coming up to push your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear, as the other one settled on your hip.

”Yes.” You replied, your voice trembling, bracing your hands on his shoulders, while you lifted yourself slightly so he could reach around you to line himself up with your sensitive slit, the both of you letting out a synched groan as you sank down onto him, the stretch familiar and intense, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. His hands tightened on your waist, his forehead pressing against your chest briefly before looking up at you, seeing your head tilted back in pure ecstasy, your neck fully exposed to him. He took the opportunity to trail kisses up your damp skin, nipping at every spot he could, feeling you settle down fully onto his cock.

“Fuck, “ He managed to say, “You feel so good.” You let out a shaky laugh, your nails digging into his shoulders as you began to rock your hips, the movements slow at first, testing how much your sensitive walls would be able to handle. You could feel Bjorn’s hands sliding down to your ass, gripping it gently as he rolled his hips beneath you in sync with the way you rocked against him but with a new intensity that made you gasp. The closeness of the position only heightened every sensation that struck your body like a tidal wave, every time his hips met yours you could feel the blood in your veins setting ablaze as you pressed into him even more. Bjorn’s teeth grazed against the skin on your neck, leaving a visible mark, before soothing the zap of pain with his tongue.

”God you’re fucking incredible.” He moaned, thrusting up into you, your head tilting back as your legs tightened around his waist.

”You’re so fucking good to me Bjorn.” You managed to breathe out, your fingers tangling into his hair, pulling it gently, “But I need you to be a little rougher with me now.” He chuckled softly, though it quickly dissolved into a groan as you picked up the pass, your hips moving against his with an urgency he had never seen before, his little gasps for air being heard over the creaking of the bed.

”You’re gonna kill me.” He commented, his voice strained but filled with amusement, his hips now finding your rhythm, grinding up into you as his lips brushed against yours, his tongue teasing yours briefly.

”Good,” You whispered against his mouth, “You deserve it.” You added, letting out a breathless laugh. The pace grew faster, more desperate, the tension building between the both of you again with every thrust and sound that escaped into the room. Bjorn’s grip on you tightened, his movements rougher and sloppier, his breath hot against your skin. You could tell he was close, and as you trembled against him, already chasing your second orgasm, he whispered scrambled sweet nothings into your ear, trying to compose words together even though it was hopeless at this point.

When the tension finally snapped, it made you cry out. Your hands tightened in Bjorn’s hair as his cock twitched in you, his warm cum coating your fluttering walls. His arms wrapped tightly around you, holding your body close to his as he rested his forehead against your shoulder, the both of you attempting to catch your breath, feeling your muscles twitching involuntarily. He pulled back slightly, looking up at you, his ice blue eyes overtaken by the wide expanse of his pupils, a lazy smile drawing up on his lips.

“Was it worth it?” You murmured, your voice teasing, as you brushed a hand through his damp hair. He laughed gently.

”Every fucking second,” He replied, the sentence dripping with satisfaction, “But I will definitely need a break before the next round, you have me spent.” He added, his lips meeting yours briefly as he pulled out of you, feeling his seed drip onto his thigh.

“You must’ve been dying to get a moment alone with me during our little dry spell.” You commented, pulling yourself off him, laying down on the mattress, the pillow puffing out beneath your head.

”Oh you wouldn’t believe it, we have to make sure that doesn’t happen again cause I don’t think I’ll be able to survive another one.” He replied, turning onto his side so he could face you, “I might fucking implode.” He added, earning a laugh from you.

”For once I actually agree with you…” Your voice trailed off, as you turned onto your side as well, “I really missed this.” He smiled, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss.

”I missed it too.”

[i-want-men-i-cant-have]

𝓈𝒾𝓍𝒾è𝓂𝑒 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇. 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓂𝒶𝓃.

✿ summary: getting kalim away from jamil for a minute to let him try out snow for the first time wasn't that easy but still the most fun you’ve had in a while

✿ ft: kalim al asim

you didn't know exactly how you met kalim. it was your first year at night raven, and he just randomly appeared. it just sort of happened. first year and first year.

but whenever you were with him, all your worries and anxiety drifted away. his cheerfulness and kind personality were nothing like you’d seen before. it was so different from everyone else at nrc. it was like he should’ve gone to rsa.

“i’ll take care of him, jamil! don’t worry your pretty head off!” he was frozen, with a look you rarely get to see from his stoic features. his face, however, was something you wanted to take a picture of. his jaw dropped, small irises, brows raised higher than the empire state building.

but you had to book it down the hall with the white-haired male before jamil chased after you both. the cry of crewel telling him off for ‘using the bathroom’ made you want to snicker, but you had something more important on your mind.

you always wanted to repay kalim. he was the first person to make you feel something at this school. it was a little of an exaggeration. you did feel stress, anxiety, pity, fear, all these emotions. but he was the only one to make you feel something different. something light and airy. something that didn't want to make you drown your head in a bog of muddy water.

the idea of repaying him came to you when he told you he’s never seen snow before.

“never?”

“never!” he sounded happy, it was strange. he always kept a smile on his face no matter what. it scared you at first, how he always was so… upbeat. you thought he was lying, going to backstab you. but no. he was just a nice person. it was unusual. “we don’t have snow in the scalding sands.”

so you made sure to try and track the weather, even asking the strange upperclassmen with a blonde bob. you had heard he was good at that sort of thing, so you asked him every week. he did get a little more than agitated when it was so hot you were practically sweating through your shirt. “abruti, do you truly think it is going to snow in this weather?” you avoided him for a month after that.

but he did warn you after a while that it seemed like it was going to snow. so you waited and waited for that snow to fall onto the lush grass. for the window panel to glaze over, and with a finger draw small designs onto the see-through surface. for the clouds to look heavier than usual. for the voices to echo in the halls more than usual.

and once the snow reached the tops of your shoes, you ran to find him. he didn't have a class right now, so you did what any sane friend would do. pull him out, cover his eyes, and run for it.

“ok, you can open your eyes now.” you had placed your hands over his eyes, standing behind him, bringing him to the woods behind the campus so you could feel that chill and nip of the air and to have some privacy. you released your hands, moving them to your side, admittedly regretting not putting them on his shoulders.

he looked like a child, eyes bright and wide, taking everything in. “[y/n]! thank you!” he turned to hug you, arms wrapping around your uniform and body hugging you tight. you wished you could stay like this forever, stop time and just stay in this moment. your nose was smudged into his shoulder, letting you embarrassingly take in a small sniff of his cologne. it all happened in one second before he was running towards the snow, but you grabbed his hand before he could go any further.

“wait! you need these. i don’t know what jamil would do to me if your fingers fell off.” you handed him a pair of mittens, mittens that matched your own, the ones you were currently wearing. a subtle detail he did notice.

“we’re matching!” he slipped on the gloves with a tongue poking out of his lips and grabbed your own, sliding his hand into yours and squeezing. the feeling made you silently wish you both didn’t have that fabric shielding your skin. “they’re so cute! thank you!” and just like that your face got hot.

he dropped your hand and ran towards a large pile of snow, belly flopping into it with loud giggles. “you have to join me!” he yelled towards you, turning over with the snow perfectly reflecting the light onto his face.

“i’ll just stay and watch. it’s fine, honestly.” but he was determined and got up, a serious face you’ve never seen on him. he almost looked… mad?

“i won’t let my friend just sit and watch.” for the second time today, he grabbed your hand and pushed you into his body, falling backward so you would land on him.

“kalim?!” with a scream you fell into his chest, hitting the snow. the layer of snow was high and fluffy, but still, he could have landed on a rock. what if jamil came after you? what if kalim’s whole family came after you? what if-

“what’s with that face?” he laughed at how distressed you looked, reaching up to cup your face and push a piece of hair behind your ear. “you should live in the moment.”

“right…”

“i will live in the moment!” he reached to grab your cheeks, smooshing them together with a determined look on his face.

“huh?”

“i will live in the moment!” he repeated.

“i will live in the moment?”

“i will live in the moment!”

“i will live in the moment-!”

“i will live in the moment-!”

finally, enthusiasm from him rubbed off on you letting you laugh, and he released your cheeks.

“what do you want to do?” he asked, still beneath you looking as excited as ever.

“a snowman.” you told him, some of his enthusiasm rubbing off on you.

“a man made out of snow? what type of magic is that?”

“there’s no magic involved,” you laughed, getting up and giving him a hand. “it’s just three large balls of snow on top of each other.”

he looked more excited than ever, following you like a puppy as you moved to a random patch of snow. “so you would,” you bend down and start smoosh the snow together, “push them together to get a ball.”

he watched you with his full attention, eyes scanning every movement you made until you finally finished with a semi-large ball of snow reaching below your knees. when you turned to look at him, he got on his knees and repeated your movements making the snowball smaller than yours, “like this?” he asked, packing some more ice onto the ball as an added glue formula.

“you’re a natural!” you smiled, seeing his face light up brighter than Christmas lights. “we just need one more now.”

“mm!” he got up to slot himself behind you, arms cradling yours until he reached your hands and grabbed them with his own. “we both made one so we should make the last one together!”

he helped you shape and form the ball, patting and cotting areas so it wouldn't collapse. finally, you placed the head onto the body, and he paused momentarily before pulling away.

“wait here,” you told him before rushing to grab two branches and coming back. you inserted them onto the sides and took a step back. “it usually needs more like a hat, but we don’t have any of that right now.”

“huh?” he asked, confused. “we have a hat.”

“what?” you turned more than a little confused before seeing where he was pointing. a purple hat with a feather attached was placed in the snow next to a large tree. how did it appear there? there weren't any footprints. “that works, i guess.”

finally, you had your snowman. it was leaning to its right, almost falling down, with the lavish hat that almost looked identical to the one the man who helped you wore.

“do you like it?”

“of course i do! it was practice for our future kids!”

“what-?”

[ehlnofay]

Summerfest Day 5 - CROWN

They find the beginning of the temple in the mouth of the mountain, the thing pock-marked and poked through, airy as a loaf of bread. It must be as much hole as rock, if they’ve been walking clean through it already, and if there’s more to go; from this new rugged-walled chamber the sky is visible through a dimpled hole in the roof, night-dark and threatening rain, juts and spurs of stone sticking out into it like jagged, uneven teeth. The moonless night is the only source of light the whole hollow space has, now that Delphine’s torch is flagging. Esbern strikes his own alight, his skin and hair pale enough to glow with it and his eyes wide and darting, and he peels away into the cavern proper, underneath the cold gap in what should be the roof, to exclaim over the rocks.

It is a temple, the Dragonborn does not tell him, and it is inside a mountain. Both are usually made largely of rocks. She doesn’t follow why this development is so energising to him. But she follows him a few fumbling steps all the same, careful to go slowly so she doesn’t tangle her feet in dirt or roots or each other, and she looks around, too.

It is very large, the cavern; colourless as the empty sky, dirt and uneven gravel giving way to the smooth grid-cracked stone of a manmade floor, the walls smooth and sheer. They go up very high, and more stone swells from their bulk, sharp-edged and lopsided, like it might fall down on them; thick knots of hanging moss and scrubby mountain bushes grow from the cliff-face dirt. Above, the sky. Ahead, empty braziers, more odd stone structures, and a massive stone-carved face set into the far wall. Esbern waxes lyrical about all of it, as if, perhaps, the rest of them have no eyes and can’t see any of it themselves. He keeps a hand fisted in the collar of his coat even as he narrates everything he sees. He might be cold. She’ll ask Lydia later what the weather is like; if they need warmth, she can tell the fire to light, and then they will all smile at her.

But the braziers here are empty, as Esbern says they have been for a long, long time. They are not pausing for fire yet. Like all the other hallways and half-crumbled rooms they’ve passed on their journey into the cratered middle of the mountain, this isn’t their destination, just another trap or trick or test to pass on the way through. Esbern says they’re getting close. Delphine is checking, eagle-eyed, for more traps. The Dragonborn stands next to one of the braziers and listens to them both until she stops wanting to.

(There is a seal on the ground that might be the way through, Esbern says, and then he starts talking about rocks again, gesturing with his elbow at the large, smooth-carved head tucked neatly into the archway. See how they revered him, he says, and the Dragonborn looks.)

She looks it in its sightless eyes. The head is big, looming, built into the wall; it is smooth where the dome of the scalp would be, its brow ridged heavy, its mouth a flat, proud line. It has been here a long, long time, Esbern keeps saying, and she knows it to be true; but that’s not all he’s said, and so she steps smoothly forward, over the careful disc set into the floor, squinting in the colourless dark – Esbern, with the strong-flaming torch, is behind her, and her shadow flickers oddly as it approaches the massive stone cheek – and she looks into one of its blank eyes up close, and then she reaches out and sets her hand on the end of its nose.

The stone is old, weatherworn, ages and eons of rain digging little pits and trickles into its surface until it feels not like the too-smooth stone in modern temples, the sort that makes her shoes slip and her hands glide like they’re oiled, but like something more raw, more natural. It doesn’t seem very reverent, to the Dragonborn – they didn’t even give him hair, or horns, or paint him, but the stone feels solid under the callused rasp of her palm, and it’s very easy to look him in the eye, though of course he doesn’t look back.

She says, “His name was Reman.”

“Ye-es,” says Esbern behind her, who may have been talking already, and then, “yes, this whole place – the entire temple complex, perhaps, and this entrance hall at the very least – appears to be a shrine to Reman Cyrodiil. You recall –”

“You said it was dragons,” says the Dragonborn, and he stops, again. (The temple – he’d said the temple was about dragons – dragonguard and dragonlore. The face carved into the weathered stone wall is very, very human, even though it’s sharp at the brows and the chin, even though a steady drip of water has carved a damp scar through the jawline.) It takes a moment to grasp the words – Esbern opens his mouth again – she cuts over the sound of him, says “He’s not the Dragonborn. He’s Reman.”

She can see Esbern out the very edge of her eye, in the corner. He is looking at her. “Reman,” he starts, and then he stops; her hand reaches along the faintly worn shape of the face’s cheek; he says, “He was – one of the best known dragonborn emperors. As far as I’m aware, they all – had names – you’re an outlier, in that regard.” She presses her thumb into a worn spot, like a mole. Esbern says, “It isn’t mutually exclusive.”

The Dragonborn looks very hard at the flat, pale eye, and considers this.

“But there isn’t room,” she says. Esbern keeps looking at her. The torch in his hand flickers and leaps like windblown snow, like sound.

“He founded the Second Empire, Thane,” Lydia says lightly – standing shadow-faithful somewhere behind her, nearer her good ear – “so I think he managed alright.”

The Dragonborn leans back until she feels her armoured shoulder bumping into another body behind her, eyes still focused on the worn-away carvings and careful-smooth shapings of the head.

It doesn’t look very reverent. It doesn’t even really look like a real head, all the lines too sharp, all too intentionally carved; even if it were smaller, a size heads more usually are, and made out of skin and blood instead of cold raw rock, it wouldn’t really look like much of anything. Bald. Pointy. There’s nothing in it, maybe apart from the size, that suggests anyone of significance. Nothing that says dragonborn. Nothing that says Reman, not in the tone Esbern uses when he says it, like it means anything. There aren’t a lot of important names in the world. Most people don’t have any. No-one has more than one.

They said she would learn about the Dragonborn in this temple; she supposes that this is a sort of learning.

“You have names,” Lydia reminds her, gentle; “Delphine gave you one, remember?”

When she presses her fingers hard against the curve of the stone, their tips blanche, turning yellow-white as bone. “Alixandra,” she supplies – and Lydia gave her Thane, and the woman with yellow hair, back before almost everything else, gave her feilan and dear. Mirmulnir gave her Dovahkiin as she swallowed him. That one was earned, so it’s different to a gift. She says, “But I’m not them.” You can have as many names as you want but you can’t be more than one. Not both at once. How could anyone fit it all?

They talk as if the stone head is Dragonborn and is Reman in equal measure, and if Reman is really so important – she is already so big. She can’t imagine where he would put it all.

They said she would learn about the Dragonborn in this temple; she thought she already knew, but perhaps he is different to her. She is beginning to wonder if there is anything that is the same.

There’s Delphine’s voice, somewhere, dimly, from a far-away side of the room; the Dragonborn has to turn her head to find her in the moonless dark, her torch a sputtering ember, her words hazy as they reach the Dragonborn’s bad ear. She swims into focus, says, every word clipped neatly as ever, “Are we going to talk about rocks all night, or are we going in?”

What she means by that is that she wants to go in; so the Dragonborn takes her hand from the ridge of the statue’s cheek, and turns around (clips Lydia’s shoulder on the way), and walks onto the disc a little ways away from the door. It’s made of a different rock than everything else, smooth-grained, the soles of her shoes slipping against it just a little; but there are enough grooves to find purchase against, cut into the stone in concentric circles and sharp-edged lines. Little channels. The rock around them is stained dark.

A blood seal, Esbern called it. Her blood seal. She is not bleeding. The sky above, through the snapped teeth of the cavern ceiling, is starless and clean.

She looks up at Lydia.

Lydia sighs. Her eyes are the same devouring grey-blue of the sky.

“How much blood,” she asks Esbern, “and where?”

The Dragonborn cocks her head so she can make out his response. “The art is lost,” he says, quavering in the way that means he’s thoughtful, “and the specifics elude me – but little, surely. Where would be the sense in exsanguinating guests of honour?” He pauses. “The centre. Yes, I – hm. The centre.”

“Excellent,” says Lydia; the Dragonborn looks at her hands, but they do not move to the hilt of her blade. Lydia sighs again, with gusto. “Can I have your shaving knife, please?”

The little knife is produced, and held as near to the flames of the torch as possible without singing Esbern’s pale fingers so any dirt will burn away, and then it is given to Lydia. It is very small in her hand. It doesn’t look like it can do much damage; the Dragonborn is not convinced it will even break skin.

Lydia screws up her face at it. Quiet, she says, “And I must, Thane?”

The Dragonborn blinks. “I shouldn’t.” Her fingers are not deft – her hands shake when they mean to be still, and move in fits and jolts when they mean to be steady – and caution in things that could cause injury has been very firmly pressed upon her.

Lydia’s face wears very strange shadows when she twists it that way. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she says, and the Dragonborn knows they prefer it when she replies but it’s too inconceivable for any response to be dredged up, so she rolls up the thin material of her sleeve – the bracers were removed ages ago – until it’s bundled loosely above her elbow, just below the point of her pauldron, and holds her arm out. She’s quite confident it’s cold in the cavern-hall, but her skin doesn’t goose-pimple.

With needlework delicacy, Lydia lances the pale skin just near the bend of her elbow. Her face is focused and flickering in Esbern’s helpful torchlight. Then, “Shit,” she says, with a feeling more easily interpreted than most, and she hurriedly takes off her belt and wraps it once-twice-three times tightly around the Dragonborn’s arm. The effort is hampered by the pauldron. Blood dribbles sluggish down the crease of her elbow; she doesn’t feel it.

“Be easier with leeches,” Esbern says ponderously.

“Or a bowl,” says Delphine, and she takes off her pack to get one.

They drip a little bit of blood into the curved bottom of her shiny bowl; it has a pattern in it that is covered up quite quickly. Delphine pinches the little cut to get it to produce more. She says it’s too shallow. (“I have a lot of blood,” the Dragonborn says, and Lydia says, “Yes, but I’d like to leave as much of it as possible in your body.”)

They give her back the bowl, with its not-very-much blood trickling around the base, and she crouches down low to the floor and pours it into the middle-most circle of the seal.

For a moment, as it seeps out blankly over the stone, nothing happens; but then it drips into one of the channels, and between one blink and the next it’s running over the strange pattern of it as if there’s nearly enough blood to cover it all, a strange criss-cross sprawl rapidly darkening with it. Like a gnarled, heart-shaped halo. Like a spiralling crown of horns.

(Sossedov, she remembers, and she is proud of remembering, but she does not say it because these are not words to be uttered lightly.)

She looks up and ahead, then, at the Reman-Dragonborn’s weathered rock face. She thinks it might be her temple more than his, no matter how many things he might be, because she is here and he is rocks. She wonders if maybe he needed the spare name, because one day someone would take the first one from him. She will need to think about these things again.

With a loud, horrible grinding noise, his face is pulled away into the hollow of the rock, a yawning passageway opening up behind him.

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IM SORRY IM BCAKK AGAIN BUT I JUST REMEMBERED THIS AWFUL HEADCANNON I HAD

ewew ok so I think it's safe to assume that the toy brand of pretty dolls probably gained success in the 60s or 70s given some of the little details in Lou's house and his style. The factories work all year round right and are automatic as seen in the movie, but most things required actual human workers back in the day. HERE'S THE STINGER. I read somewhere I forgot where, but back in the day workers in factories didn't work in the winter time because it was too cold. so basically if we applied this to the uglydolls world, there was a rather long period of time where there was no income of dolls in perfection for the ENTIRETY of winter. So Lou had absolutely no company whatsoever in the winter for like 40+ years give or take (I have no idea when automated factories became a thing)

ok now I'm just making things worse but I also had another headcannon where weather in the real world also applied in uglyville and perfection and like the dolls in perfection got winter uniforms and all that (ugh now I might rant about this). So yea it was snowing, no other dolls in perfection, kind of depressing given that probably by then Lou had cut off ties with Ox. YOU CANT MENTION THE BOTS IN PERFECTION BC NO ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE YET (lol that means Lou was COMPLETELY incharge of everything, maybe he had assistance in doll form?)

yea but this probably played a role in the downfall of Lou's mental wealth like man just lost his best man Ox so being alone for a whole month once a year was definitely not a silly goofy moment for him.

ok that's the end of my ramble 😼😼

NO NEED TO APOLOGISE FOR RETURNING! i love me some headcanons :D

that's a big ouch for lou, but you are probably right there. lou (and also mandy) have 50s/60s- style houses (i believe so anyway) so how long would that be if we say lou's breakdown was about 2020 so (the movie is 2019 but im rounding it to 2020 for my brain)... OUCH AROUND 70 YEARS. SAVE LOU OH MY DOLL--

love your headcanons though, and i have a few of my own for that:

(under the cut, cause i can already tell this is gonna be a long one vvv)

perhaps since the factory closes for winter, the batch made right before stay in the institute for winter? yeah yeah lou could probably send them to the big world when the factory closes, but knowing him, he'd probably keep them for the holidays at the very least. cause he craves for that company.

it would be so cute though! lou would hold a big winter party with singing and FIREWORKS and whatnot. side note, i headcanon that lou loves fireworks. i mean, he uses them all the time (during ugly truth... during his lessons... etc) and i can so see him going all out on the fireworks budget. anyway, i feel that such parties would bring temporary joy to him, as he finally feels part of a family, with every doll laughing and chatting and overall having a good time.

...and then they would leave him again. and again. and again. and again... i feel like after a while he'd give up on the festives, as temporary joy and love isn't fulfilling anymore.

with the weather, i have a really dumb theory that the institute is within a dome. think about it, uglyville has a yawn ball for a sun with messy clouds...

and in the institute, the clouds are perfect (more realistic even) and there's no sun in sight (as far as i know)

uglyville probably has all kinds of weather, whilst at the institute it is always a fair temperature. no rain, clouds are always light and airy... etc, due to the factory operating the weather system within the dome perhaps. that changes when the uglydolls infiltrate, the sky in the institute turns to a dark greeny colour. and then when the two sides join, they destroy the dome.

anyways, perhaps during the winter, when the factory is shut down, they shut down the light and airy atmosphere of the institute too, leaving a cold, snowy breeze in its wake (especially during lou's earlier years). and i doubt his home is very warm either, as it's so large with barely any furniture (at least in the foyer shown in uglier truth).

and with lou's company over the years, i feel that after his bond with ox, he became desperate for the company again (who could blame him?) and tried his hardest to keep as many dolls by his side as possible, ending up with the spy girls and mandy (and perhaps the backup singers)(i don't know about them). he would probably manipulate them in some way to staying, perhaps threatening recycling and the washing machine out of pure desperation to keep someone around. so i don't think he'd be totally alone, but i feel that the spy girls and mandy were only close to him in a business relationship-type way. they were only there if he needed something to be done. he was the leader of the institute after all, he always seemed one level above the rest of the dolls, and being personally close to him seemed like something impossible.

and yeah, the assistance bots were there, but even if artificial intelligence somehow existed during those times, or if someone higher-up was controlling the robots, they wouldn't have a genuine bond with lou anyways, as they are just assistant robots who are meant for helping out with training and the gauntlet only (or so i think).

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The Ultimate Guide to Kitchen Remodeling in Honolulu

When it comes to transforming your home, the kitchen is often the heart of the renovation process. Whether you’re looking to increase functionality, add value to your property, or simply bring a fresh aesthetic to your space, kitchen remodeling can make all the difference. If you're in Honolulu, a kitchen remodel isn’t just about style—it’s about embracing the island vibe while ensuring practicality for daily life.

In this guide, we’ll cover everything you need to know about kitchen remodeling in Honolulu, from planning your dream kitchen to choosing the best service provider. Spoiler alert: Amcor Construction LLC is the go-to expert for kitchen remodeling in Honolulu!

Why Remodel Your Kitchen?

Boost Functionality: Modernizing your kitchen can make cooking, cleaning, and entertaining a breeze. A well-designed space improves workflow and maximizes storage.

Increase Home Value: A beautifully remodeled kitchen can significantly increase your home’s resale value. In Honolulu, where real estate is highly sought after, an updated kitchen is a major selling point.

Reflect Your Style: Your kitchen should feel like home. Remodeling allows you to infuse your personality and taste into the design while keeping up with contemporary trends.

Improve Energy Efficiency: Upgrading to energy-efficient appliances and lighting not only saves money but is also environmentally friendly—a win-win for you and the planet.

Key Steps to Kitchen Remodeling

1. Set a Budget

First things first, determine how much you’re willing to spend. Be realistic and account for all aspects, including materials, labor, permits, and unexpected costs.

2. Design Your Dream Kitchen

Think about what you want from your kitchen. Do you need more counter space? Would a kitchen island fit your lifestyle? Consider layouts, cabinet styles, colors, and finishes that suit your needs and preferences.

3. Hire a Professional

While DIY might be tempting, professional contractors like Amcor Construction LLC ensure high-quality results and a stress-free experience. Their expertise in Honolulu’s unique architecture and climate makes them the perfect choice for kitchen remodeling projects.

4. Choose the Right Materials

Honolulu’s tropical climate means you’ll need materials that can withstand heat and humidity. Opt for durable options like granite or quartz countertops and cabinets made from solid wood or marine-grade plywood.

5. Plan for Energy Efficiency

Upgrade to ENERGY STAR-certified appliances and LED lighting. They’re perfect for reducing your energy bills while being kind to the environment.

Island-Inspired Kitchen Trends

Honolulu kitchens often reflect the laid-back, tropical lifestyle of the islands. Here are some trends to consider:

Natural Materials: Bamboo, rattan, and teak are popular for their durability and earthy appeal.

Bright and Airy Designs: Open layouts with light colors, large windows, and natural lighting create a breezy atmosphere.

Ocean-Inspired Colors: Shades of blue, green, and sandy beige bring a coastal vibe to your kitchen.

Outdoor Extensions: Many Honolulu homes incorporate outdoor kitchen spaces to enjoy the year-round pleasant weather.

Why Choose Amcor Construction LLC?

When it comes to kitchen remodeling in Honolulu, Amcor Construction LLC is the name homeowners trust. With years of experience in the industry, they specialize in delivering top-notch results tailored to the unique needs of Honolulu residents. Here’s what sets them apart:

Local Expertise: Amcor Construction LLC understands the challenges and opportunities of remodeling in Honolulu, from weather-resistant materials to island-inspired designs.

Customer-Centric Approach: They prioritize your vision, ensuring your kitchen remodel aligns with your needs and budget.

Quality Craftsmanship: Their skilled team ensures every detail is executed to perfection, resulting in a stunning, functional kitchen.

Comprehensive Services: From design consultation to the final walkthrough, Amcor Construction LLC handles it all, so you can enjoy a hassle-free experience.

Final Thoughts

Remodeling your kitchen is an exciting journey, especially when you have a reliable partner like Amcor Construction LLC by your side. Whether you’re looking for a modern, minimalist design or a cozy, island-inspired space, they bring your dream kitchen to life with expertise and care.

Ready to get started? Contact Amcor Construction LLC today and take the first step toward transforming your Honolulu kitchen into a space you’ll love for years to come!

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How to Choose the Right Throws for Your Home

Throws, bed throws, and throw blankets are some of the most useful and flexible things you can have in your home to make it feel cozy and stylish. Not only are these soft and cozy items useful, but they also make any room feel cozier and more elegant. These cozy must-haves make your living places more comfortable and look better whether they're draped over a sofa, layered on a bed, or thrown over a chair. Find out everything you need to know about throws, bed throws, and throw blankets in this guide, from how to choose the right one for your home to what they're used for.

What Are Throws?

Usually used to make a room cozier and more intriguing, throws are little, light blankets. They are available in numerous styles, sizes, and materials, hence they may be used in many locations. Though it's not as large as a typical blanket, a throw will cover you sufficiently for couch seating.

When it comes to bedding, bed throws are made to fit the bed and add an extra layer of warmth and style. A lot of the time, bed throws are bigger than regular blankets. They're great for making your bedding look more elegant. You can use them as a decoration or as an extra layer when it's cold outside.

Throws and bed throws are both useful, but they are also beautiful home decor items that can completely change the look of a room. They are the best way to make your home more comfortable, whether you use them for style, warmth, or both.

Why throw blankets are important for decorating

Throw blankets are useful and nice to look at, so many people keep them in their homes. These are some of the reasons why they are important:

Getting comfortable under a warm throw blanket is the best thing on a chilly night. These items will keep you toasty whether you simply lounge on the couch or watch a movie. Great for the living room, bathroom, or even a reading corner, a throw blanket can quickly make any sitting space comfortable.

Versatile Piece of Decor: Throw blankets exist in many colors, fabrics, and styles, so they fit almost any décor of a room. Every style—from bohemian to modern to rural—has a throw or bed throw. Arranging throws on chairs, sofas, and other furniture immediately adds layers and depth to a room.

Easy to Clean: Throws and bed throws are simple to clean. Most can be washed in a machine, so it won't take much work to keep them clean and fresh. Cleaning them on a regular basis keeps them soft and stops dust, dirt, and germs from building up.

Cheap Way to Improve Your Home: Adding a few throw blankets is an easy and cheap way to improve your living area. By adding a stylish throw or bed throw to a room, you can quickly make it look and feel new without having to buy new furniture or do a full renovation.

How to Pick the Right Throw Blanket for Your Home

A few important things to keep in mind will help you choose the right throw for your home. Here are some ideas to help you decide what to do:

Material Matters: Throws are made of many different materials, such as cotton, wool, cashmere, plastic, and more. The throw will feel different and last longer depending on the cloth you choose. Cotton or linen throws are great because they are light and airy. Choose wool or cashmere throws to keep warm. When choosing a material, think about the weather where you live. Wool is great for colder areas, while cotton is great for warmer ones.

Size and Use: Think about where and how you'll use the throw. If you want to use it as a bed throw, find one that is bigger and covers the whole bed. If you just want a throw for your couch or seat, a smaller pillowcase should do. Remember that bigger throws are often more useful because they can be used as a bed cover or draped over furniture.

Design and Color: The throw you choose should match the style and color of the rest of your furniture. Most rooms look good with solid colors like gray, beige, and blue. Bright patterns or textures can make a room more interesting. Choose a throw that goes well with the colors you already have if you want to keep things clean.

It's more important to get good quality throws or bed throws than a lot of them. To make sure your throw lasts for years, look for fabrics and construction that are of good quality. A well-made throw not only feels better, but it also lasts longer after being washed and used often.

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It's easy to add style and comfort to any room in your house with one of Linen Connections' many high-quality throws, bed throws, and throw blankets. We have the right options for you, whether you want a light cotton throw for year-round use or a warm cashmere throw for the winter.

Our selection features a wide range of colors, patterns, and materials, thus there is something for every taste and budget. Our products, which round off your living room and soften bed throws and ornamental throws, are meant to make your house seem better and also make you feel most comfortable.

Shopping at Linen Connections guarantees you fashionable, premium home products that will enhance the appearance of your spaces. Kindly search our inventory right now for the appropriate throw or bed throw for your house.

Conclusions

As home decor items, throws, bed throws, and throw rugs can be used in many ways and look good too. Whether your search is for greater warmth or a chic approach to decorating, these little pieces may make any home cozier and more fashionable. Selecting appropriate sizes, colors, and materials will help you create a comfortable and fashionable space. Examine the several options available from Linen Connections to identify the ideal throw for your current house.

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Discover the Perfect Destination Wedding Outfit for Event

Discover the perfect destination wedding outfit for guests, brides, and bridesmaids. Find stunning destination wedding guest dresses and style tips. The Ultimate Guide to Choosing the Perfect Destination Wedding Outfit

Destination weddings are a beautiful and exciting way to celebrate love in an exotic or picturesque location. Whether it’s on a beach, at a vineyard, or in a romantic city, dressing appropriately for such an occasion is essential. Choosing the right destination wedding outfit is key to looking great and staying comfortable. From selecting stylish and comfortable destination wedding guest dresses to choosing the perfect Destination wedding outfit for the bride and bridesmaids, finding the right look is crucial for a stunning wedding celebration.

In this guide, we will help you navigate everything you need to know about choosing the best destination wedding outfit, including tips for various wedding roles, the impact of location on clothing choices, and answers to frequently asked questions.

Factors to Consider for the Perfect Destination Wedding Outfit

Location and Weather

The location of the wedding is perhaps the most important factor when choosing your destination wedding outfit. If you’re attending a wedding on a tropical beach, you’ll need to dress in lightweight, breathable fabrics like linen, chiffon, or cotton to stay cool. On the other hand, if the wedding is at a more formal or cooler venue, such as a mountain resort or historic building, you might want to opt for layers or warmer fabrics like satin or silk.

The weather plays a huge role too. Hot, humid conditions will demand breathable, loose-fitting attire, while a cooler climate may require warmer layers or a stylish wrap to ensure you remain comfortable throughout the event.

Formality of the Event

The formality of the wedding will also influence the style of your destination wedding outfit. Some destination wedding outfits are casual, especially those on the beach, where a laid-back vibe suits the natural setting. Others may be more formal, requiring more traditional and structured outfits.

If the invitation or wedding website indicates a formal event, it’s important to choose destination wedding outfit that reflects the couple’s desired aesthetic. For a casual beach wedding, a flowy destination wedding guest dresses or a linen suit may be appropriate. In contrast, for a more formal setting, a cocktail dress or a sleek gown would be more fitting.

Destination Wedding Guest Dresses: Style Tips and Ideas

As a guest, finding the perfect destination wedding guest dresses requires a blend of fashion, comfort, and appropriateness for the location. Whether the wedding is on a sunny beach, in a lush garden, or at a chic urban venue, your attire should reflect the venue’s mood and theme.

For Beach Weddings

Beach weddings typically call for lightweight fabrics, relaxed fits, and an overall easygoing style. Think maxi dresses or midi dresses made from airy materials like chiffon or silk. Floral patterns and tropical prints work beautifully for a beach wedding setting. A destination wedding guest dress with a flowy silhouette can be ideal for staying cool and comfortable under the sun.

Footwear is another key consideration for beach weddings. Sandals or wedges are a great choice since they won’t sink into the sand like traditional heels. And don’t forget a sun hat or sunglasses as chic accessories for an outdoor ceremony.

For Vineyard or Garden Weddings

Weddings at vineyards or in gardens may have a more romantic or rustic feel, making them perfect for a floral or pastel-colored destination wedding outfit. A cocktail dress or a semi-formal gown made from fabrics like lace or satin can provide the perfect balance between elegance and comfort.

Choose footwear that is practical for walking on grass or gravel, like block heels or stylish flats. In case of an evening event, bring along a light shawl or pashmina to stay warm once the sun goes down.

For City Weddings

Urban destination weddings often have a more formal, chic atmosphere. If the wedding is held in a city like Paris, New York, or Rome, a stylish, tailored dress or jumpsuit is an excellent option. Bold colors, sophisticated silhouettes, and trendy accessories can complete your city-chic destination wedding outfit.

For footwear, think sleek pumps or stylish loafers that offer comfort for walking around the city.

Brides and Bridesmaids: Picking the Perfect Destination Wedding Outfit For Brides

Choosing the perfect destination wedding outfit for the bride is one of the most exciting parts of wedding planning. Brides getting married at a destination wedding have more freedom to choose a non-traditional wedding dress. For beach or tropical weddings, many brides opt for flowy destination wedding dresses that allow movement and breathability.

Fabrics like chiffon, tulle, and organza are popular choices for destination wedding dresses for ladies. These lightweight materials offer an elegant drape without feeling too heavy in a warm climate. A-line or empire-waist dresses are particularly flattering for outdoor settings. Brides may also choose simple and romantic styles with lace detailing or minimalist designs that reflect the natural beauty of the destination.

For more formal venues, a structured gown with intricate beading or embellishments may be more fitting. Regardless of the style, it’s crucial that the bride’s destination wedding outfit is both stunning and practical for the setting.

For Bridesmaids

When it comes to bridesmaids, their destination wedding outfit should align with the location and overall wedding theme. For a beach wedding, lightweight destination wedding guest dresses in soft pastels, florals, or bright hues are an excellent choice. Shorter hemlines, such as tea-length or midi dresses, are ideal for warmer climates and sandy settings.

For more formal or cooler locations, bridesmaids may opt for longer gowns in satin or silk. These elegant fabrics complement sophisticated settings, like vineyards or city venues, while still offering the grace and style needed for a wedding party.

Special Destination Wedding Outfits for Mothers

When it comes to mother-of-the-bride dresses for beach weddings, the outfit should reflect elegance while keeping comfort in mind. Lightweight fabrics, flowing silhouettes, and soft hues are ideal for a beach or garden wedding. The destination wedding outfit for mothers should align with the overall theme while allowing for easy movement and comfort in the heat.

For formal weddings, such as those in castles or grand ballrooms, a more structured, embellished gown may be the right choice. Accessories like a wrap or shawl can add warmth if needed during cooler evenings.

Common Mistakes to Avoid When Choosing a Destination Wedding Outfit

1. Ignoring the Climate: Always consider the weather and venue before selecting your destination wedding outfit. Heavy fabrics like velvet or wool can leave you overheated at a tropical destination.

2. Wearing the Wrong Footwear: Avoid wearing high heels on the beach or in grassy areas, as they will sink into the ground. Instead, opt for wedges, flats, or stylish sandals that are practical yet fashionable.

3. Overpacking: It’s important to choose outfits that are easy to transport and care for. Stick with lightweight, wrinkle-resistant fabrics that can be packed neatly in a suitcase without too much hassle.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

1. What should a guest wear to a beach destination wedding?

Guests should opt for a lightweight, breathable destination wedding guest dress or linen suit for men. Flowy fabrics, like chiffon or cotton, and sandals or wedges are ideal for a beach setting.

2. What kind of dresses are appropriate for a guest destination wedding?

Guest destination wedding dresses vary depending on the location. For beach weddings, lightweight, flowy dresses work well, while more formal settings may require structured gowns or cocktail dresses.

3. What should the mother of the bride wear for a beach wedding?

For beach weddings, mother-of-the-bride dresses for beach weddings should be elegant yet comfortable. Flowy dresses in pastel colors or light fabrics like chiffon are ideal for staying cool

4. What’s the best footwear for a destination wedding?

For beach weddings, wedges or flat sandals are the best options to avoid sinking into the sand. In more formal settings, low heels or block heels provide comfort and style

5. What’s a practical choice for a bridesmaid dress at a destination wedding?

For a beach or outdoor wedding, bridesmaids should choose destination wedding guest dresses that are made from lightweight fabrics, like chiffon, in shorter lengths for ease of movement.

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Conclusion

Choosing the right destination wedding outfit requires careful consideration of the location, weather, and formality. Whether you’re the bride, bridesmaid, or a guest, your outfit should be both stylish and comfortable. From chic destination wedding guest dresses to elegant bridal gowns and formal mother-of-the-bride attire, dressing appropriately for a destination wedding ensures that everyone feels and looks their best while celebrating in a stunning locale.

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The Complete Guide to Door Replacement in Muswell Hill: Enhance Your Home’s Style and Security

Introduction

Door replacement can make all the difference when it comes to your house, improving its curb appeal, security, and energy efficiency. Muswell Hill is a charming area with historic homes and a lively community; its needs for replacing doors are unique in their way. Whether you think of replacing a new front door, back door, or internal doors, this post outlines everything about door replacement in Muswell Hill that you must know if you reside.

Why Door Replacement Matters

Replacing doors isn't just about looking good, although that too. Replacing doors can mean improved security, increased energy efficiency, and significant added value to your home. Considering that Muswell Hill varies from Edwardian homes through modern flats, door replacement gives homeowners the chance to update or preserve the character of their homes while improving functionality.

Key Benefits of Door Replacement

Improved Security: New doors have superior locking and are of harder-wearing woods and materials for improved security. Better Energy Efficiency: A well-fitting, insulated door reduces heat loss and, in turn, lowers energy consumption. Improved Curb Appeal: A new door will immediately add some aesthetic value to your property by providing an inviting entrance. Less Maintenance: New, improved materials boast minimal maintenance, which equates to less upkeep and longevity in performance.

Types of Door Replacements

Choosing the right door type for your replacement is important for functionality and aesthetics. Here are some of the common types of doors suitable for properties in Muswell Hill:

Wooden Doors

Wooden doors present an eternal look and can be made for any style. In cases of older, more traditional homes in Muswell Hill, wooden doors often complement the architectural feel of the home. Still, they require regular maintenance to avoid warping and weather damage.

uPVC Doors

The durability, energy efficiency, and low maintenance qualities make UPVC doors stand out. The rot-resistant material does not require painting; therefore, it has also turned out to be a modern choice for homes and high-traffic entry points.

Composite Doors

Composite doors combine the attractiveness of wood with the strength and low maintenance of uPVC. They consist of a mixture of materials that provide good insulation and are extremely resistant to weather conditions and wear and tear.

Aluminium Doors

For many trying to add a touch of modernity, the aluminium door is sleekly stylish in their design. They are remarkably robust and consider them ideal for larger-sized door frames. Being so robust in nature, they're more ideal for patio or sliding doors.

Glass Doors

Glass doors or doors with glass panels allow much natural light in, therefore, making it bright and airy inside. Glass panel doors have the best fit for back doors or interior doors. However, they are not considered as providing high security if not reinforced.

Considerations for Replacement Doors Muswell Hill

While planning your replacement door, remember to consider various factors that will affect the longevity, performance, and look of your new door.

Security Features

Safety: Muswell Hill is one of those places that are safe; however, for peace of mind, appropriate robust door security is always recommended. doors with multi-point locking systems, impact-resistant materials, and toughened-up frames would be the best options; composite and steel-reinforced doors often boast excellent security features.

Energy Efficiency

Energy efficiency is all the more important when the cold season sets in. Properly insulated doors with double or triple glazing will let you maintain the temperature that you need for your home while saving on heating bills. For optimal energy efficiency, look for doors with high U-value since low U-value denotes better insulation.

Compatibility of Style and Material

Muswell Hill has many various architectural styles. Most importantly, one has to choose the door type that fits the model of the house it will decorate. For example, Victorian and Edwardian homes require classic wooden or composite doors. Newer homes will suit the sleek lines of uPVC or aluminium doors.

Budget and Value

These can range in cost from a few hundred pounds for a basic model to several thousand pounds depending on the material, style, and features. While upVC and wooden doors tend to be less expensive, composite and aluminium doors are usually at the high-end of the price scale. On the other hand, a quality door can increase the value of your home, save you money in maintenance costs in the long run.

Installation Process

Professional installation ensures optimum performance. The professional installer will take an exact measurement of your door frame, align it correctly, and fit it snugly to eliminate drafts and provide smooth operation of the door.

Muswell Hill Door Replacement

There are numerous companies offering replacement services in Muswell Hill, each having various options for fitting any budget and style desired. The best service providers would be those offering experience within the area, positive customer reviews, and providing guarantees concerning their products and workmanship.

Maintenance Tips for Your New Door

Following your new door replacement, a little care will indeed go a long way in ensuring that your door lasts for a lifetime and maintains its newer look.

Regular Cleaning: Clean your door using mild soapy water with a soft cloth; avoid using harsh chemicals because they might destroy the finishes.

Lubricate Hinges and Locks: Smoothen all moving parts every six months to ensure smooth operation.

Check on Weather Stripping: You'll want to check on that weather stripping, replacing it if worn to keep efficiency in energy.

Touch Up Paint: If you have chosen a painted door touch up any scratches or chips. You want to avoid water infiltration and preserve the look of your door.

Top FAQs About Door Replacement in Muswell Hill

How much does door replacement cost in Muswell Hill?

The cost of replacing doors will depend on the material and style, among other things that may be incorporated into it, such as glass panels or security locks. Regular prices are as follows: Basic uPVC door: from £500 up to £800, while composite and wooden doors have a price range starting from £800 and going up to £1,500. The costs of installation will most likely be additional, so it is best to request an itemized quotation from a local company.

What is the best door material for security?

Composite and steel-reinforced doors feature as among the best in terms of security features. They also boast durability, resistance to impact, in addition to multi-point locking systems. Have your choice of door also come with a strong locking mechanism and preferably a solid core for increased security.

Can I replace a door without replacing the frame?

Yes, you can replace just the door if the frame is in good condition. However, in most situations where the frame shows wear, rot, or misalignment, it is best to change both for the door fitting and insulation.

Typically, a new replacement door will take a day to be installed, with the removal of the old door and the fitting of the new one. However, projects that are a bit complex may take a little longer, such as bespoke-sized doors or doors with sidelights. It's always best to ask the fitter for the most accurate estimated completion time of your job.

Do I need a permit to change doors in Muswell Hill?

This normally doesn't require a permit, provided you are only replacing an old door with a new one, more or less similar in size and style. On the other hand, any changes to the door opening or significant structural changes may need permission, especially in the case of a listed building or when it comes to a conservation area.

Conclusion

That will be a practical and aesthetic upgrade to your house in Muswell Hill, aimed at improving comfort, security, and adding value. You are free to choose from a wide range of styles and materials that best fit the unique character of your house while benefiting from increased functionality and energy efficiency. Be it the elegance of a wooden door, the strength and stability of a composite, or sleek lines of an aluminium door, investment in good quality with professional installation means you will go on enjoying your new door for many years to come.

Keep your house in style, safe, and secure by correctly selecting your door replacement in Muswell Hill and taking good care of it. Take the time to browse through local providers, compare the available options, and make your best decision. With a new door, you give your home a fresh look and make a permanent impression on anyone who steps through your doorway.

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Outdoor Kitchen Cabinet Designs: Stylish And Durable Solutions For Your Perfect Outdoor Space

Introduction

Creating an inviting and functional outdoor space is a dream for many homeowners, and one of the most important elements is having the right outdoor kitchen. An integral part of that kitchen is the cabinetry, which needs to be both stylish and able to withstand the elements. Outdoor kitchen cabinet designs not only offer essential storage but also enhance the overall aesthetic of your backyard oasis. In this guide, we’ll explore various designs and materials that combine durability with style, ensuring your outdoor kitchen becomes a long-lasting, beautiful extension of your home.

Why Outdoor Kitchen Cabinets Matter:

Maximising Storage and Organisation

Just like in an indoor kitchen, storage is key in an outdoor kitchen. Well-designed outdoor kitchen cabinets allow you to store essential cooking tools, utensils, and ingredients, ensuring everything you need is within easy reach. With customisable options, these cabinets can also provide designated spaces for grilling accessories, food prep areas, and cleaning supplies.

Durability and Weather Resistance

Unlike indoor cabinetry, outdoor cabinet must be able to handle weather fluctuations, from sun exposure to rain and humidity. Choosing the right materials is crucial to ensure longevity and maintain their appearance over time. Weather-resistant cabinetry is designed to last, making it an essential part of your outdoor kitchen investment.

Materials for Outdoor Kitchen Cabinets:

Stainless Steel

One of the most popular materials for outdoor kitchen cabinets is stainless steel. Known for its durability and sleek appearance, stainless steel is resistant to rust, stains, and high temperatures, making it ideal for outdoor use. It is also easy to clean and maintain, making it a practical choice for homeowners who want both style and function.

Marine-Grade Polymer

For those seeking a highly weather-resistant option, marine-grade polymer cabinets are an excellent choice. These cabinets are made from high-density plastic designed to withstand moisture and UV rays without warping or fading. Marine-grade polymer is perfect for coastal homes or regions with high humidity, providing a low-maintenance, long-lasting option.

Teak Wood

For a more natural, rustic look, teak wood is a popular choice in outdoor cabinet.  Teak is known for its resistance to water and decay, making it an ideal material for outdoor spaces. While wood does require regular sealing to maintain its appearance, its warmth and beauty make it a timeless choice for outdoor kitchens.

Styles of Outdoor Cabinet:

Contemporary Minimalism

For those who prefer clean lines and a sleek appearance, contemporary outdoor kitchen cabinets focus on minimalism. This style often uses materials like stainless steel or aluminium with neutral colour palettes, allowing the natural beauty of your outdoor surroundings to shine through. Flat-panel doors, hidden hardware, and built-in appliances are common features in this style.

Rustic Charm

If you’re after a more rustic or country-style look, incorporating natural materials like wood or stone into your outdoor kitchen cabinetry can create a warm and inviting atmosphere. Reclaimed wood cabinets paired with stone countertops and earthy tones give your space a cosy, lived-in feel. This design works especially well in homes with traditional or country aesthetics.

Coastal Vibes

For homes near the beach or those who want to evoke a coastal aesthetic, whitewashed wood or marine-grade polymer cabinets in soft, sandy tones can create a breezy, seaside feel. Open shelving and blue accents can also enhance the light and airy vibe, perfect for a relaxing outdoor kitchen environment.

Customisation Options:

Integrated Appliances

Many modern outdoor cabinet allow for the seamless integration of appliances, such as grills, refrigerators, and sinks. Custom cabinetry can be designed to house these elements, creating a sleek and unified look while maximising functionality.

Pull-Out Storage

To make the most of your outdoor kitchen space, consider incorporating pull-out storage options, such as spice racks, trash bins, or even small refrigerators. These features add convenience and ensure your kitchen remains clutter-free and organised, even in an outdoor setting.

Maintaining Your Outdoor Kitchen Cabinets:

Regular Cleaning

Depending on the material of your cabinets, regular cleaning is essential to keep them looking their best. Stainless steel cabinets can be wiped down with mild soap and water, while wooden cabinets may require periodic sealing to protect them from the elements.

Protection from the Elements

To extend the life of your outdoor kitchen cabinets, consider adding some form of shelter, such as a pergola or awning. This protection can help shield your kitchen from harsh weather conditions, keeping your cabinets in top shape for years to come.

Conclusion

Choosing the right outdoor kitchen cabinet designs can elevate your backyard from a simple entertaining space to a fully functional, beautiful kitchen that you can enjoy year-round. By selecting durable materials like stainless steel, marine-grade polymer, or teak wood, and combining them with a style that complements your home, you can create an outdoor kitchen that is not only practical but also stylish. Whether you prefer contemporary, rustic, or coastal vibes, the right cabinets will enhance both the form and function of your outdoor space.

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Graduation Robes in Dubai: A Guide for Traditions in Style

Graduation is something like the ultimate culmination of hard work and dedication on the part of a student. It will be the last try at an important stage of academic life. In Dubai, famous for traditional richness mixed with modern elegance, graduation holds a very specific kind of importance. The very important graduation robes in dubai element of culmination is the graduation robe, which symbolizes academic achievement and pride. We shall establish in this article the importance of graduation robes for Dubai and discuss useful tips on the choice of one for the big day.

The Importance of Graduation Robes

Graduation robes have been a tradition around academic institutions across the world for such a long time and represent the rite of passage and the moment of achievement. In Dubai, it is city where students come from an array of backgrounds, and putting on a robe means much more than just a mere formality-it symbolizes the unity of the graduates in a multicultural society.

Traditionally, the robe is completed with a graduation cap, often called a mortarboard, and sometimes with a sash or stole that signifies the academic discipline. Several grad ceremonies in the UAE also utilize the national flag or national colors, which can be a source of pride and identity of the country.

How to Select the Best Graduation Robe in Dubai

Graduation robes in Dubai are different in style, color, and fabric. This is more or less an indication of the institution or academic level. Below are some aspects on which you will consider while choosing your graduation attire:

1. Style and Tradition

The style of your graduation robe is usually determined by your educational institution, but you have to ensure that it fits well and according to the formality involved in the graduation ceremony. For graduation in Dubai, it could indeed be grand and held in quite luxurious venues, so a well-tailored good quality robe is necessary for all-around success.

2. Colors

On the other hand, colors are used to distinguish the academic level or field. Instead of merely black, some use other shades such as blue, red, or gold depending on the subjects done by law graduates, or graduation robes in dubai business and arts students in Dubai.

 Some of the robes from the graduating class will also exhibit their origins so that traditional colors are massed together with a modernistic design.

3. Choice of Material

Since Dubai's weather is more temperate, an outdoor ceremony may still prefer graduation robes made of light and airy fabrics such as polyester or cotton blends. These textiles are more comfortable for the lengthier seating ceremonies outside.

Robes may also be purchased in luxurious satin and velvet. Examples of these types will ideally be used in indoor, air-conditioned halls and not in outdoor events.

Your robe needs to be just right. Most robe suppliers in Dubai give you the option of making adjustments to fit your shape and size or you can have robe adjustments to fit many shapes and sizes. Test the comfort and movement by trying the robe on under your graduation outfit before wearing it for virtual or in-person photos.

Where to Buy or Rent Graduation Robes in Dubai

Dubai has good variety of graduation robes to be bought and rented. It is advisable to rent more so because one feels that he/ she is going to wear the graduation robe only once. Rental services provide one with everything: robe, cap, and sash, coupled with dry cleaning as well as delivery services among others. Getting oneself premium quality graduation robes doesn't have to cost an arm and a leg when renting is considered.

You might decide to purchase a robe, if you will be retaining it as a memento or if you will wear it to other academic events. Most shops in Dubai give you personal designs allowing you to change the robe with some colors, embroidery, or details to make the experience memorable.

Conclusion:

A graduation experience is always something to be celebrated in style, and perfect robes are part of the magic. To rent or buy the right robe will matter much more than to reflect your value for your academic achievement as well as personal style and the customs of this fine city called Dubai. You will then surely do make advance graduation robes in dubai preparation and understand your possibilities, then you will have selected the perfect robe to make the memory of the day quite worthwhile.

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Start Your Day Right: The Best Breakfast in Wynwood at Mayami Wynwood

Wynwood is known for its vibrant art scene, lively culture, and eclectic dining experiences. But when it comes to finding the perfect wynwood’s breakfast spot, one name stands out: Mayami Wynwood. Known for its unique fusion of Latin-inspired flavors, Mayami Wynwood isn’t just a top nightlife destination — it also offers an unforgettable breakfast experience that will leave you energized and ready to explore all that Wynwood has to offer.

A Breakfast Like No Other

At Mayami Wynwood, breakfast is more than just a meal; it’s an experience. Drawing on the rich culinary traditions of Latin America, the breakfast menu at Mayami is designed to awaken your senses with bold flavors and fresh ingredients. Whether you’re in the mood for a light, refreshing option or a hearty, satisfying dish, there’s something for everyone to enjoy.

Signature Breakfast Dishes

One of the highlights of Mayami Wynwood’s breakfast menu is their take on classic morning dishes with a Latin twist. Here are a few of the must-try items:

Huevos Rancheros — A true breakfast staple, this dish features perfectly cooked eggs on top of a crispy tortilla, smothered in rich, flavorful salsa. With a side of black beans and avocado, it’s a delicious way to start the day.

Chorizo Breakfast Tacos — For those who want something with a little kick, the chorizo tacos are a perfect choice. Made with spicy chorizo, scrambled eggs, and fresh salsa, these tacos pack a punch while staying light enough for a morning meal.

Avocado Toast with a Twist — Mayami’s take on the trendy avocado toast adds a unique spin, incorporating zesty lime, cilantro, and a hint of smoked paprika for a vibrant flavor profile. Paired with a poached egg, it’s a fresh and filling option for health-conscious diners.

Tropical Fruit Bowl — For a lighter breakfast, the tropical fruit bowl offers a refreshing mix of exotic fruits like papaya, mango, and pineapple, topped with a drizzle of honey and a sprinkle of granola. It’s the perfect way to enjoy Miami’s fresh, local produce.

Freshly Brewed Coffee and Refreshing Drinks

A great breakfast is incomplete without the perfect beverage to pair with it. Mayami Wynwood takes coffee seriously, offering a variety of freshly brewed options, from rich espressos to smooth, cold brews. Their baristas are skilled in creating both classic coffee drinks and unique, Latin-inspired blends that will satisfy even the most discerning coffee lover.

For those looking for something refreshing, Mayami also offers a selection of fresh juices and smoothies. From tropical flavors like passionfruit and guava to energizing green smoothies packed with nutrients, there’s a drink for every taste. And of course, if you’re in the mood for a brunch-style drink, Mayami’s signature Mimosa or Bloody Mary is always a good choice.

A Vibrant Atmosphere to Start Your Day

One of the things that makes breakfast at Mayami Wynwood truly special is the atmosphere. Located in the heart of Wynwood’s art district, the restaurant’s design is a blend of modern chic and Latin flair, with bright murals, greenery, and an open-air setting that lets you enjoy Miami’s beautiful weather while you dine. The laid-back vibe is perfect for a leisurely breakfast, whether you’re meeting friends, having a casual business meeting, or simply enjoying some quiet time to yourself.

Mayami Wynwood’s breakfast seating is designed to encourage relaxation. With both indoor and outdoor spaces, you can choose to sit in the airy patio surrounded by colorful street art or indoors for a more intimate, cozy setting. Either way, you’ll feel the vibrant energy of Wynwood all around you.

Perfect Location for Exploring Wynwood

After enjoying a satisfying breakfast at Mayami, you’re perfectly positioned to explore everything that Wynwood has to offer. The neighborhood is famous for its street art, including the iconic Wynwood Walls, which are just a short walk from the restaurant. Stroll through the streets and take in the murals, visit the many galleries showcasing local and international artists, or pop into the trendy boutiques and shops that line the area.

If you’re visiting on a weekend, you may even catch one of the many cultural events or markets that take place in Wynwood, making it the ideal spot to spend a day immersed in Miami’s creative scene.

Why Mayami Wynwood Offers the Best Breakfast in Wynwood

What sets Mayami Wynwood apart as the best breakfast spot in Wynwood is the combination of bold, flavorful food, a welcoming and stylish atmosphere, and a location that places you in the heart of one of Miami’s most dynamic neighborhoods. Whether you’re a local or visiting Wynwood for the first time, breakfast at Mayami is a one-of-a-kind experience that brings together the best of Miami’s culinary and cultural offerings.

Mayami Wynwood takes the traditional breakfast and elevates it with Latin flair, making it a must-visit spot for anyone looking to start their day with a memorable meal. From savory dishes to sweet, tropical treats, and everything in between, there’s no better place to enjoy the best breakfast in Wynwood.

Plan Your Breakfast Visit to Mayami Wynwood

Breakfast at Mayami Wynwood is served daily, offering an array of options that cater to all tastes and preferences. Whether you’re stopping by for a quick bite or settling in for a leisurely morning meal, Mayami Wynwood guarantees a delightful start to your day. Be sure to check out their breakfast hours and plan your visit to experience the best breakfast bar in Wynwood has to offer.

So next time you’re in Wynwood and craving an extraordinary breakfast, head over to Mayami Wynwood and discover why it’s quickly becoming the go-to spot for both locals and tourists alike.

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Farmhouse Living Room Ideas You Will love

The farmhouse aesthetic continues to reign supreme in interior design, offering a warm and inviting look for your living room. Characterized by its blend of rustic charm, cozy comfort, and natural elements, the farmhouse style evokes a sense of nostalgia and casual elegance. Whether you reside in a charming farmhouse  living room decor or a modern apartment, you can capture the essence of this style with a few key design choices.

This comprehensive guide dives into everything you need to know about creating the perfect farmhouse living room. We'll explore furniture selections, color palettes, decorating tips, and inspirational design ideas to help you transform your space. 

THE FOUNDATIONAL ELEMENTS OF A FARMHOUSE LIVING ROOM

 Farmhouse living room furniture  prioritizes comfort and functionality over sleek, modern lines. Look for pieces crafted from natural materials like wood, wicker, and wrought iron. Consider these options:

Sofas and Chairs:Opt for plush sofas with slipcovers or weathered leather. Wingback chairs, rolled-arm sofas, and armchairs with exposed wood frames all add to the rustic charm. 

Coffee Tables:Chunky wood coffee tables with a distressed finish or reclaimed wood pieces create a perfect centerpiece. 

Accent Tables:Side tables and console tables made from reclaimed wood, wrought iron, or even repurposed trunks add character and provide additional storage. 

Bookshelves:Open shelving crafted from wood or metal showcases books, decorative baskets, and other farmhouse-inspired accents. 

COLOR PALETTE

The farmhouse color scheme typically utilizes a neutral foundation of white, cream, beige, and gray, creating a sense of spaciousness and allowing for pops of color through decor and accessories. Consider incorporating these elements: 

White Walls:White or light-colored walls are a staple, reflecting light and creating a bright and airy feel. 

Accents:Introduce warmth with natural wood tones in furniture, exposed beams, or flooring. Soft greens, blues, and yellows can be used sparingly in throw pillows, rugs, or artwork for a touch of personality. 

Black Accents:A touch of black through hardware, metal accents, or picture frames can add a touch of sophistication and definition. 

Farmhouse living rooms typically feature natural flooring materials that exude warmth and texture. Popular choices include: 

Hardwood:Stained or distressed hardwood floors are a classic option, offering durability and a timeless look. 

Engineered Wood:Engineered wood with a weathered or rustic finish provides a budget-friendly alternative. 

Luxury Vinyl Plank (LVP):LVP with a wood-look finish offers excellent water resistance and a comfortable feel underfoot. 

Rugs:Layered rugs add warmth, texture, and define sitting areas. Choose natural fibers like sisal, jute, or wool with geometric patterns or vintage-inspired designs. 

Farmhouse lighting focuses on creating a warm and inviting ambiance. Here are some key elements:

Chandeliers:Consider a rustic chandelier made from wood, wrought iron, or mason jars.

Sconces:Wall sconces with exposed bulbs or antique-inspired designs add a touch of vintage charm.

Table Lamps:Table lamps made from ceramic, glass, or metal with burlap or linen shades add a warm glow on side tables and consoles. 

Floor Lamps:Floor lamps with tripod stands or a rustic base provide additional lighting in corners or reading areas.

FARMHOUSE LIVING ROOM DESIGN INSPIRATION 

THE SHIPLAP STATEMENT WALL

Shiplap walls, a classic farmhouse element, add texture and visual interest. Paint them white for a clean look or embrace a weathered, distressed finish for a more rustic vibe.

THE COZY FIREPLACE

Nothing says farmhouse living room quite like a cozy fireplace. If you have a fireplace, consider using reclaimed wood for the mantel, adding decorative brickwork, or flanking it with built-in shelves for displaying collections.

THE RUSTIC CHIC COFFEE TABLE

A chunky wood coffee table with a distressed finish or a reclaimed wood piece with a natural finish serves as the heart of the living room. Decorate it with a rustic tray, vintage books, or a bowl of greenery.

THE WELCOMING ENTRYWAY

Create a warm welcome by incorporating a rustic entryway table or console. Display a vintage mirror, a galvanized metal bin for blankets, or a basket overflowing with throws.

THE FINISHING TOUCHES: RUSTIC CHARM

Improve your farmhouse living room with these finishing touches: 

Woven Baskets:Use woven baskets for storage or displaying throw blankets and pillows. 

Metal Accents:Incorporate metal accents through lanterns, candle holders, or picture frames for a touch of industrial charm.

Vintage Finds:Embrace the farmhouse aesthetic with vintage finds like antique clocks, galvanized metal watering cans, or old suitcases repurposed as coffee tables.

Greenery:Introduce life and color with potted plants like fiddle leaf figs, succulents, or herb gardens in galvanized metal containers.

Textiles:Layer cozy textures with throw pillows and blankets made from natural fibers like linen, wool, or faux fur. Choose plaids, stripes, or floral patterns in neutral tones with pops of color.

Artwork:Adorn your walls with rustic artwork like vintage landscapes, botanical prints, or framed antique maps.

FARMHOUSE LIVING ON A BUDGET

Creating a Modern farmhouse living room doesn't require a hefty budget. Here are some tips to achieve the look for less:

Shop Flea Markets and Thrift Stores:Hunt for vintage furniture pieces that can be refurbished or repurposed. You might find hidden gems like old trunks, side tables, or picture frames that add instant farmhouse charm. 

DIY Projects:Get creative with DIY projects! Build a rustic coffee table from reclaimed wood, create a shiplap accent wall yourself, or reupholster old chairs with farmhouse-inspired fabric. 

Embrace Natural Elements:Bring the outdoors in with branches, twigs, and greenery foraged from your own backyard or a local park. Arrange them in decorative vases or create a simple centerpiece. 

Focus on Lighting:Invest in lamps with a rustic aesthetic instead of a statement chandelier. Table lamps and sconces can create a warm and inviting ambiance without breaking the bank.

FARMHOUSE LIVING FOR DIFFERENT TASTES

The beauty of the farmhouse style is its versatility. Here are some ways to adapt it to your personal preferences:

Modern Farmhouse:For a more contemporary take, incorporate clean lines, sleek furniture pieces with a rustic finish, and black metal accents. 

French Farmhouse:Embrace a touch of French elegance with ornate mirrors, light and airy colors like pale lavender or sage green, and floral patterned throw pillows. 

Industrial Farmhouse:Mix in industrial elements like metal chairs, exposed brick walls, and vintage lighting fixtures for a touch of urban grit. 

FAQS 

How do I make my living room look farmhouse-style? 

Incorporate natural materials like wood and wrought iron in furniture, create a neutral color palette with pops of color, choose natural fiber rugs, and add rustic charm with vintage finds and greenery. 

What style is replacing modern farmhouses?

While farmhouse remains popular, Japandi and organic modern styles are gaining traction. Japandi blends Japanese minimalism with Scandinavian functionality, while organic modern emphasizes natural materials, curved lines, and a connection to nature. 

What is the most popular farmhouse decor?

Shiplap walls, vintage signs, galvanized metal accents, woven baskets, and throw pillows with natural textures are all popular farmhouse decor elements. 

How do you decorate a cozy farmhouse?

Layer cozy textures like chunky knit blankets and faux fur throws, add warm lighting with table lamps and candles, and incorporate natural elements like wood and greenery.

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What to Look for While Buying Premium Women's golf wear?

The commercial aspect of golf is unquestionably still highly male-dominated. Products made with women in mind appear to be an afterthought or ignored most of the time, especially regarding equipment. The same holds for clothing brands. However, changes can be seen in the Premium Women's golf wear market. More and more companies are making stylish, high-performance golf clothes for women.

What are the guidelines for appropriate golf attire for women?

Dress regulations are enforced by most golf courses if not all. When you walk up to play golf with a tank top and denim shorts, you may be turned away from the club if you haven't taken the right precautions. Generally, the dress code at more exclusive and costly golf courses is more stringent. You can't even wear shorts to certain clubs!

The best bet for the casual golfer on a tight budget is to play at a municipal course. Golf attire is often not a big deal to them, and many courses have no dress code. Call the course you want to play at to find out what is required of you in terms of attire if you are still unsure. 

Golf attire that is appropriate for the game

Everything you need for a great round of golf at your neighborhood course is already in your bag. Golf equipment consists of a bag, several balls, and gloves. Yet, just as having the proper golf equipment is crucial, so is wearing the appropriate Premium Women's golf wear.

Your golf performance will improve significantly if you wear the appropriate attire, allowing you to move freely and comfortably during the game so that you may freely swing your golf club without hindrance.

Women's golf attire that prioritizes performance and value

Ladies' golf attire should ideally be constructed from a sweat-resistant, breathable, and lightweight material. Taking a shot in stifling heat is a miserable experience for anybody. Golf apparel is notoriously pricey, with some items costing twice as much as comparable tennis or casual clothes.

Stylish and functional women's golf attire

Because you'll be outside, making lots of arm motions and walking, it's only natural that you'd want to wear comfortable women's golf attire from luxury golf apparel brands. Wear clothes that fit snugly yet still give you room to move. Loose, baggy clothes have no place on the golf field.

Take the weather very seriously

If you're able to relax and enjoy yourself on the course, it can show in your score. So, it would be beneficial if you were required to show extreme care for the weather conditions. The weather may influence the way you dress for golf. 

Wearing light, airy clothing helps you feel cooler and more comfortable in warm weather. Layering up your clothing for the chilly weather is a good idea. Regardless of the temperature outside, a jacket is always a good choice.

Conclusion

Moreover, Golf accessories for women from luxury golf apparel brands are the most entertaining element of any woman's closet. You can easily choose a hat to complement your golf ensemble since they come in various colors and patterns.