#walk in shower ideas

[nebulousnoiz]

Bathroom - Contemporary Bathroom Example of a large trendy 3/4 beige tile, gray tile and stone tile doorless shower design with shaker cabinets, dark wood cabinets, a one-piece toilet, multicolored walls, an undermount sink and solid surface countertops

[payetasoiree]

Bathroom Los Angeles ideas for a sizable transitional master bathroom's porcelain and white tiles Remodeling a bathroom with white walls, a hinged shower door, and porcelain tile and a floor in various colors

[chloeeruby]

Master Bath Los Angeles ideas for a sizable transitional master bathroom's porcelain and white tiles Shaker cabinets, black cabinets, a two-piece toilet, white walls, an undermount sink, solid surface countertops, and a hinged shower door are all included in this bathroom remodel with a multicolored floor and porcelain tile.

[intrepidcrow-girl]

DC Metro Master Bath Master bathroom with a two-piece toilet, an undermount sink, shaker cabinets, dark wood cabinets, white walls, and a marble floor in a mid-sized, modern design.

[kosovare-madridista]

Bathroom - Contemporary Bathroom

Example of a large trendy 3/4 beige tile, gray tile and stone tile doorless shower design with shaker cabinets, dark wood cabinets, a one-piece toilet, multicolored walls, an undermount sink and solid surface countertops

[rrredmisa]

Master Bath - Bathroom Inspiration for a mid-sized contemporary master gray tile and porcelain tile marble floor bathroom remodel with white walls, an undermount sink, a hinged shower door, quartz countertops, shaker cabinets, dark wood cabinets and a two-piece toilet

[verpuerto]

Master Bath in DC Metro Remodel ideas for a medium-sized contemporary master bathroom with a two-piece toilet, white walls, an undermount sink, a hinged shower door, quartz countertops, shaker cabinets, and a marble floor.

[polymorphen]

Bathroom - 3/4 Bath Example of a mid-sized classic 3/4 gray floor doorless shower design with a hinged shower door

[himbopunk]

this kinda just started out as an excuse for me to draw yuvan with his hair wet. i guess this is like. after he and mav move into the lighthouse ? idk. but i do enjoy tormenting lucanis regardless

[payetasoiree]

Contemporary Bathroom

Inspiration for a mid-sized contemporary master gray tile and porcelain tile marble floor bathroom remodel with dark wood cabinets, white walls, an undermount sink, shaker cabinets, a two-piece toilet and quartz countertops

[triglycercule]

oh yeah before i forget cute mttpoly headcanon because i said so: when killer finds out (through SOME way of means. he has his ways) that dust and horror like something then at every chance he can he goes and finds that thing for them :3 because I SAID SO AND IT'S CUTE ‼️‼️ (something something killer has no idea how to properly show affection and appreciation after believing his whole life was meant to cause pain and suffering to those close to him and now that he's trying he does silly goofy stuff like this hehe,,,,,,, dust is DROWNING in piles of fluffy blankets and books. horror cannot keep up with eating the amount of snacks killer keeps stealing for him 😞😞😞)

[why-the-heck-not]

procrastination is an almighty force. ”just going to go for a quick chill run before starting to study to re-energize a bit” vs. 2h & 14km later back at my apartment and everything hurts, just bc I didn’t want to start to study

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

If you're still doing the kiss ask game... 7 and 29 for the golden wives 👀 (they're all such good prompts though!!)

Hi friend, thank you so much!! And I'm sorry for making you wait so long for these, haha. I needed more time than foreseen to flesh out my ideas! They got somewhat long, so I'll place them under a cut -- I really hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them!

(A special thanks to @queenofquestions for giving me a hand with my English -- specifically, for helping me realize I did not, in fact, know what a dressing gown and a negligée are.)

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss...

7. …to shut them up.

“Did I ever tell you girls about Gøran Lindgren?”

She rests her forehead on her hand. Blanche, sitting at her usual place next to her, audibly groans.

“He was St Olaf’s most meticulous gardener...”

She sighs a long, silent sigh. This is gearing up to be a long one, even by Rose’s standards. She’s picked her moment well; there’s nowhere they have to be, on this lazy Saturday morning, no previous engagement to offer an escape route. There is only them, their cups of coffee slowly growing colder on the kitchen table, and the inexorable march of Rose’s anecdote towards… she’s not sure what, but whatever the ending is, she can already feel its aggravating power creeping up along her arms.

“... the slightest thing could set him off! He used to climb up people’s trees and give a stern talking-to to the birds, because they were singing in C-major instead of C-sharp major. I can’t tell you how many times we had to convince him to just tune down his shears!”

In her desperation, she makes a mistake. She meets eyes with Blanche.

Resistance is futile, she knows. What Blanche asks, Blanche generally gets, especially when her goals ultimately coincide with Dorothy’s own; she can’t resist her, can’t resist either of them – they always win, in the long run. Her blue blue eyes plead, with all the intensity they can muster: Dorothy, please, do something!

What am I supposed to do?, she silently asks, opening her hands to point out her helplessness. There’s not even a newspaper around…

I don’t know, but please, do it quick, Blanche pleads back. I don’t know how much more I can take!

“... the thing was, nobody could fire him because he was the only one who could shape people’s hedges and make them look like snowmen - you know, so the real snowmen people made in the winter wouldn’t feel out of place…”

You know how she is when she gets started with one of her stories, she argues.

Blanche reaches for her hand over the kitchen table, a desperate expression on her face. I know, but can’t you try anyway?

“... but then Mrs Skjeggestad, the president of the local Viking History and Cheese-Making association, asked him to…”

There is nothing I can do.

Not with that attitude, Blanche huffs, exasperated. Come up with something!

“... kept arguing that he couldn’t make the hedges sharp enough! But she insisted…”

Blanche–

Oh, honey, come on, I’m sure you can find a way!

“... decided to cover the hedges in armor – the one knights wear, you know, not the piece of furniture…”

Please? Please please?

“... but it just kept slipping off – you wouldn’t know how hard it is to dress a hedge in the shape of a longenhörden! It was…”

Dorothy?

“... they heard it all the way to St Gustav, and…”

Darling, will you–

“Oh, alright, alright!,” she finally explodes. There’s only so much she can take, and this combined effort is way over the line. So it’s up to her to shut Rose up? Fine, but at least she’ll get something nice out of it. “Come closer, Rose.”

“What is it, Dorothy?”

She lingers against her lips — in part because, despite her initial intentions, it can't help but become a real kiss, not just the quickest thing she could think of to shut her up; in part because she always forgets, how lovely it feels to kiss Rose, no matter how often she does it. She cups her cheek, indulging in the warmth of the blush she can feel under her fingertips, and Rose smiles into her, and it feels like her heart is going to burst.

When they separate, to her (likely unwarranted) surprise, they’re both speechless. Rose blinks at her a few times, her pretty eyes wide with wonder. “Thank you, Dorothy,” she finally says, with the most beautiful smile, and Dorothy’s heartbeat picks up all over again.

“Hmm. Thank you too, honey,” she murmurs, reaching for her hand. With the corner of her eyes, she catches Blanche hiding an amused smile behind her coffee cup.

The kitchen is quiet, for a while. From the open window comes a delightful breeze, and even more delightful birdsong. Blanche sips on her coffee; Rose plays with the tablecloth with her free hand, a private smile on her lovely face, and Dorothy absent-mindedly plays with her other hand in turn, indulging in the softness of her palm, mapping out her fingers with her thumb, and thinking that half of a St Olaf story is a small price to pay for such a sweet kiss, all things considered.

… that is, until Rose pipes up again.

“... well, anyway, and you won’t believe this – the members of the Viking History and Pattern Knitting association organised a protest in front of the mayor’s office, because the details of the armor weren’t historically accurate…”

She sighs. There’s not even any point getting annoyed anymore; she did what she could, she got something nice out of it, and she can ride that happiness until the certainly ludicrous conclusion to Rose’s monologue, so she might as well stay put. There’s no point fighting the inevitable, as they well know. She meets eyes with Blanche, to make her apology… and, to her surprise, finds that she doesn’t seem one bit disheartened.

Blanche?, she silently asks, confused.

You had a good idea, Dorothy, but if that’s what you’re going for, you need to really get into it, Blanche answers as she stands up, with a familiar mischievous glint in her eyes. Let me show you how it’s done.

“... and then they… Blanche?”

She has to cover her eyes.

Blanche doesn’t pull any punches; she half-climbs on top of the chair, on top of Rose, who flutters for a bit, surprised, and then rests her hands somewhere around Blanche’s shoulder blades, under her negligée. It’s the kind of kiss that makes her feel like a kid caught with her hand in the jar; it’s the kind of kiss that makes her grateful for Ma’s many activities, that bring her out of the house so she can’t always be there to sneak up on them. The colour will take a long, long time to drain from her cheeks – that is, if she can even bring her breathing back under control, first.

Once Blanche is done, she pulls back just slightly, with a resounding smack, and Rose’s dumbfounded face re-emerges over her shoulder.

“… Blanche?”

“You’ll have to forgive me, honey,” Blanche explains, cupping her cheeks. This might have started as a little game between them, Dorothy thinks, but the sincerity she reads in Blanche’s eyes cannot be mistaken. “You just looked so pretty, I couldn’t help myself. You didn’t mind, did you?”

“Oh, no! I’m always happy when you two kiss me,” Rose answers, with the most precious smile.

She can’t help but smile back. Blanche can’t help herself either, of course; she bends down to place another peck on Rose’s cheek, and then heads back to her place, stopping along the way to leave a victory smooch on Dorothy’s temple. She can’t complain; Blanche has more than earned the right to brag. Shutting Rose up in the middle of a story is a remarkable feat.

Well, you were right, she shrugs. It was possible. I can’t believe it.

Blanche flashes a self-satisfied smile at her. See? You just needed to have a little faith in my abilities.

She half-stifles a laugh. There really isn’t a moment of quiet with the two of them around, is there? Every moment is a new surprise. Even after years together, even when she thinks she’s got their whole dynamic figured out, whenever she least expects it, there they are, coming up with yet another small way to bring joy into her li–

“So anyway, I was saying, about the civil suit…”

She almost bursts out laughing at Blanche’s shocked expression, and pats her hand, as comfortingly as she can. There’s nothing for it: some things are too strong, even for the best of kisses.

29. …as a promise.

“Why, Rose! What was that for?”

“Oh, nothing,” she lies, scrunching her nose. “I was just in the mood for it.”

She doesn’t like lying, but after all, it’s not like she can tell her the truth. Blanche would be mortified, if she did. Everybody’s very open about their feelings, back in St Olaf, but she’s grown to understand that her roommates aren’t quite as fond of being seen for who they really are, even if it’s plain as day. How could she help figuring it out, when Blanche kept them up way past their usual bedtime with a cheesecake at the kitchen table, finding new desserts and new stories to tell whenever it seemed as though they were ready to call it a night? And if that wasn’t enough, there was no way to mistake Blanche’s firm grip on her wrist when she dragged her into Dorothy’s room, marching right on their friend’s tail, because she ‘heard there was an escaped convict on the loose, so we’d better all stick together for the night’ (even though nobody else heard it on the news).

No, there’s really no way to mistake it. Even Dorothy caught on to it; she only complained a tiny bit when Blanche slipped under the covers with her, with Rose in tow. It’s clear in the way she hurries to get comfortable on the mattress, as close to Dorothy as she can be without properly cuddling up to her, and in the way she motions for Rose to quickly follow suit: Blanche needs them tonight, she needs them close and present and there (which puzzled her, initially, but it makes a lot of sense, when she considers that little somber G she noticed marked on today’s date, on her friend’s calendar).

And Rose wants her to know. She wants her to know that they will stay, that they’ll be there by her side all night and that she doesn’t have to worry about anything; but she can’t say that, of course, or Blanche will just be embarrassed, possibly even angry, and they’ll end up sleeping each in her own room and she’ll wake up alone anyway. No – there has to be another way to let her know, to promise that they’ll still be there when she wakes up, tomorrow, without really saying it.

As luck would have it, the perfect idea occurred to her at just the right time.

“Well, thank you honey,” Blanche half-laughs, with the beautiful, unguarded smile she gets whenever she’s genuinely surprised. “It was very sweet of you.”

She smiles back. It wasn’t really a lie, after all, she thinks. She was in the mood to kiss Blanche’s cheek; she always is, just like she’s always in the mood to kiss Dorothy. She loved lingering so close to her, her skin soft under her lips, and she’d love for them all to cuddle under the covers like they clearly all want, and she’d love to wake the both of them tomorrow with morning kisses and make them giggle and…

Oh, she can’t say that either, can she? Not yet.

Instead she makes herself comfortable on Dorothy’s mattress, content in the closeness. Dorothy switches the light off, they all say goodnight, and Rose closes her eyes, slowly giving herself in to the embrace of sleep.

At least, until…

“What about you, Dorothy?”

There’s a long moment of silence. Rose re-opens her eyes; it’s dark, but she can more-or-less see Dorothy balancing on her forearm, staring down at Blanche in confusion. “What about me?”

“Well, aren’t you going to give me a kiss?,” Blanche asks with an innocent pout.

It is very dark, so it’s probably just an impression, but Rose feels like she can see a blaze of colour shine on Dorothy’s face. “What are you talking about?”

“Rose gave me one!”

“So what?”

“So why didn’t you? Come on, Dorothy, just one!,” Blanche pleads, sticking out her cheek in preparation.

Dorothy hesitates for a bit… but she can’t resist for too long, big sweetheart that she is, and in fact it only takes a few moments for her to cave. “Oh, alright,” she mumbles, bending down to place the gentlest kiss right next to Blanche’s brilliant smile. “Can we go to sleep now?”

“Sure, honey! Goodnight, girls.”

“Hmm, goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” she closes the circle resting her head back on Dorothy’s pillow. It’s no wonder that Blanche chose her bed to sleep in; Dorothy’s perfume alone is so soothing, in barely a couple of minutes Rose can already feel herself slip away into a peaceful night.

Right before she falls asleep, she thinks that she’ll have to wait a long time until her girls are really able to ask for support when they need it – but maybe, just maybe, the moment when she’ll get to give them all the kisses she wants is closer than it seems.

[Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss]