#woodtones

[periodinteriors]

Sophia Mary Yelloly, View of the Panelled Sitting Room, Woodton Hall, Norfolk, 1835, watercolor.

[morrigan-sims]

Wanted to test some cc, so I built an onboard infirmary for a ship... (It's definitely not finished, but it exists at least.)

[simbaes]

⋅˚₊‧ Florence spent the entire weekend catching up on Landgraab’s Anatomy (LMFAO) in an attempt to drown out the emotions she’s been feeling lately.… this house would’ve been her childhood home..

It’s bittersweet living there, but the memories her parents left behind only leave her with more questions about who they were, and who she could be…

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[pixelglam]

may i ask where you got the kitchen counter island from in your most recent post? like is there a whole set of it??

Hello, you can get them here!

[bexnotahex]

Denver Mediterranean Exterior Inspiration for a mid-sized mediterranean white two-story concrete fiberboard house exterior remodel

[trash-llama]

The nursery is in stark contrast to the rest of the house lol, but it's all good. Bebe Max will grow into his woodtones and muted colors.

[autumn-coins]

🍃🌾✦Yaelokre songgenders✦🌾🍃 ✦All coined by me :3

✦Use with credit, ask before reposting. ✦✦✦Definitions: ✦Harpyharesongic - A xenogender related to the song 'Harpy Hare' by Yaelokre. It may feel wild, whimsical, nature-y, animallike and free.

✦HayfeildsEpSongic - A xenogender related to the Ep 'HayFields' by Yaelokre. It may feel wild, whimsical, animalike, fairytale-esc, nature-y and free

✦Songsoforiginepsongic - A xenogender related to the Ep 'Songs of Origin' by Yaelokre. It may feel whimsical, fairytale-esc, wild, emotional, historical, fluid and nature-y

✦✦✦Flag ID: Three horizontal flags with 11 colours each: in the middle of each flag there's a rectangular image of the song cover for each song/ep surrounded by a rectangle in a woodtone with drawn branches coming out of each corner.

✦Top flag, Harpyharesongic [Top-> bottom]: A mid-tone brown, three increasingly lighter olive greens, an off white, three increasingly lighter olive greens and a mid-tone brown

✦Middle flag, Hayfieldsepsongic [Top-> bottom]: A dark reddish brown, a greenish dark brown, a greenish brown, a light tan, a greenish brown, a greenish dark brown and a dark reddish brown. ✦Bottom flag, SongsfOriginepsongic: A muted dark brown, a mid tone olive green, a light olive green, a muted mid-tone turqoiuse, a very pale light green, a muted mid-tone turqoiuse, a light olive green, a mid tone olive green and a muted dark brown.

✦✦Dni if: Homophobic, Transphobic, Rascist, anti-alterhuman, anti-physical alterhuman, anti-Xenogender/Neopronouns, pro-TransId, pro-contact/anti recovery paraphile, Xenosatanist etc. ✦✦

[dark-lord-lumi]

So I got a cursed idea based on Milk in the Microwave’s Will Wood Spamton mod. Unfortunately, I drew it. I now present to you

Willton G. Woodton NEO

And some of his alternate glasses appearances

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Captive to a Shelby Series-Gina

Don't interact if under 18!

Emotional/Psychological Abuse

Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Implied/Referenced Torture

Stockholm Syndrome

Forced Relationship

Dark Tommy

Fear Play

Chapter 1

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                                             1930’s ? 

Gina sat up and gripped her head trying to brace herself. Her brain felt like it was being pounded  like a sailor on shore leave. She took several breaths before she willed her eyes to open. She could hardly remember anything. 

Gina Gray looked around the elegant art deco filled room. Rich woodtones and grains filled the room from a wardrobe, a vanity, a bed that she was sitting on, a large ottoman at the end of said bed created warmth in a very white and peach tones room.  

She gingerly slid her legs off the side of the mattress and was met with her reflection. 

She didn’t remember herself looking like this, Her hair was a honey blonde, it was cut short and in finger waves.  She strode across the room. She was in a yellow and black knitted dress that fit her body like a second skin. She turned to admire herself. She looked great, just something was off though.  She twisted and turned in the mirror noticing her hair stuck up a bit in the back. Long long red nails smoothed it down, bumping against a sore spot. 

Gina gingerly ran her fingers over her scalp feeling rows of tiny stitches. She pulled her hand back and exhaled loudly. 

Something had happened to her head, an injury at some point. She wondered if that’s why things seemed unfamiliar to her. She couldn’t recall anything from childhood or hell, even today. 

She crept out of the room and glanced down the hall. Wherever she was, the mansion was massive, with more wood and green toned walls. Everything was polished to perfection and gleamed under the glow of several chandeliers.  

She saw a few people dressed like maids darting in and out of rooms paying her little to no attention. Where was she? 

Gina stood frozen unsure of what to do clutching the stop of the banister. The foyer was huge and littered with little velvet plush seating areas. A few doors remained closed, shutting her off from the various rooms she was unfamiliar with. 

“Oh, good morning Mrs. Shelby.” An older woman with soft red hair in a style that matched Gina’s, smiled warmly up at her. She stood at the bottom of the stairs, her soft wrinkled face waiting for a response. 

“Oh no,” she looks around. “You must have confused me with someone else. My name is Gina Nelson. Where am I?” Gina walked down slowly trying to keep her footing in the snug black leather shoes. Why had she laid in her bed with her shoes on? 

“Oh, Mrs. Shelby, we have gone over this everyday for the last month. Your home dear, the children should be back from school soon. They get out before lunch today.” The older women had a soft and kind voice. She seemed concerned by Gina’s confusion. She was concerned by it too if she was being honest. 

“The…the children? I’m sorry….” Gina inhaled deeply and closed her eyesShe was stuttering. She hadn’t done that since she was a child overwhelmed by her parents' verbal abuse and mind games. Oh! A memory! That was good right?!

“ Whos’ children. I don't have children.” Gina’s hand settled over her firm stomach. What was happening today? 

“Mrs Shelby! Don't say that out loud in front of them today, hurt little Charlie’s feelings you did.” The maid replied, astonished and indignant. She smoothed down her modest black garment.

Gina ran down the stairs practically flying, her hair bouncing. The ache in the back of her skull itching. 

“Who the fuck is Charlie! Where am I?” She yelled as she stood one stair above the maid. Her tag read Francis.

Just then a large imposing oak door flung open and a well built man strode out of the room. He was taller than me, broad shouldered, chiseled cheekbones and piercing cerulean blue eyes.His hair was mostly cropped to shaved close to his skull but the top was thick, lush and black. Quiet a contrast to his eyes. 

His button down white dress shirt was neatly pressed not hiding his muscular body. Gina’s gaze went immediately to the black gun and holster strapped across his back and chest.  He was well dressed and polished but he wore several rings which seemed out of place to her. He wasn’t a good man, her brain screamed. 

Why was a gun necessary? Has she been kidnapped? It would make some sense as to the state of her appearance and his need to be carrying a weapon in the house. 

“Gina!’ The man turned to her. His piercing blue eyes held her in a trance. They knew each other. His hands were raised up showing he meant her no harm, his head turned to the right addressing the maid as he walked to Gina. He was one step from her. 

“It's alright Francis. I have it from here.” The maid nodded and gave a quick worried glance at Gina’s direction once more. 

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. Like she needed judgment right now. 

“Who are you?” She snapped at the handsome man in front of her.  He turned and looked her up and down clearly exasperated with her.

“I am the man who gave you that ring on your polished finger Gina, and those children.” He pointed to the wall. Gina shook her head no, her stomach flip flopped. She looked at the portraits. Two boys and a girl. All beautiful children. All three could pass as hers and the mystery man. A perfect blend. The eldest looked like his father but with lighter brown hair, the middle boy had Gina’s champagne blonde hair and the girl also was a blonde. All three held the same features, the perfect blend of their mother and father. 

“Those are our children, Gina. Charlie is 7, Lawrence is 5 and little princess Penelope is 3. She's with aunt Pol today.” Gina looked back and forth. She was going to be sick. How come she couldn’t remember her own children? 

“Are you feeling better? You really shouldn’t drink so much, baby with your head injured like that. Come ere.” He grabbed her hand and tried pulling her toward him. She stiffened up straight and grabbed the banister digging her red nails into the railing refusing to go into his strong arms. Part of her wanted too but she couldn’t sill her body to react the way her mind was telling her to. 

“Love, you have a memory issue since you banged your head alright, everyday it’s the same thing. I'm your husband Tommy, remember?” He pleaded with her, his tone soft but firm. She couldn’t place his accent. She sounded…..different from him. He had a brogue to his deep gruff voice. Her voice was plain and soft. No accent compared to his. 

“ Maybe one day soon, if the doctor is right, you’ll start remembering things and we won't have to do this little song and dance eh? “ He tried stepping up and grabbed her by the waist so she didn’t tumble back and fall. He looked pained at her reaction to recoil from him. 

Nothing felt right about this. 

The phone from behind the large door rang out shrill and high begging for his attention. He nodded and turned, large strides into the room and slammed the door behind him. 

“Okay, not allowed in there apparently.”  She grumbled mostly to herself. Her arms were crossed and she could feel her bottom lip jut out. A pair of heels clicked toward her. She glanced up from her hair and saw a younger looking maid approach her.  

“Hello Mrs. Shelby. Will you please select what you’d like for dinner today? I’ll send it to the chef immediately.” Gina saw the name Mary scrawled finely across her name tag. Did they tag her? Probably. She wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth, at least she knew how to address her. 

Once the dinner and several dishes had been chosen Gina freely wandered around the large building getting familiar with the space. 

She eventually found a large room with several couches, a gramophone and several toys scattered throughout. 

A handmade wooden doll house sat on its own marble and wooden table. Gina bent down and admired the little white Victorian dollhouse. She flicked a small switch on and the elaborate doll house was filled with small lighted chandeliers. Porcelain dolls filled the tiny rooms. She smiled. She would have loved this as a child. Must be Penelope's dollhouse. 

In the corner an elaborately painted oilcloth was painted like a battlefield with moss.

horse and little soldiers scattered throughout, apparently winning on both sides. 

She walked to the couch, a women’s magazine lay by the pillows. Gina sat down and instantly felt a sharp pain in her back. She reached behind the pillow and yanked out a toy wooden dog with a red pull string. Lawrences perhaps? She tossed it onto the floor, uncaring that it thumped loudly. She needed a break from her pounding heart and anxiety at the moment. 

She got lost enjoying the various articles and short stories in the large magazines until Francis’s large booming voice announced the  arrival of the kids. Gina didn’t even have time to rise before they came clamoring in disrupting the peace. 

“Mommy!” They shouted in unison and rushed to hug her. Little hands reached tightly around her hands, waist and leg tightly hugging her. She patted their heads wishing she felt something other than confusion towards them. They seemed to adore her. She smiled down at them as they all started bouncing around her and begging her to play. 

She lost track of time playing with all three busy children trying to keep them from one upping each other. 

Soldiers were invading the mansion, little dolls were tossing furniture to keep the invaders at bay but the giant dog on wheels kept ramming the house sending it into chaos and disorder like a doggy Kong. 

“Dinner.” The door to the living room flung open announcing Gina’s escape from the chaotic playgroup. 

“Oh Thank God!” She stood and smoothed down her skirt grateful for the break. Her head was pounding.

“Oh Mrs. I wish you weren't so sick with this silly disease. You used to be very hands on with the children. It’s lovely to see.” Mary’s sweet full face beamed with joy. Gina wished she could echo the sentiment. It was fun at first  but quickly grew loud and rambunctious.

“What do I have?” Gina asked her as the children rushed out of the room practically bowling the help over. Gina smiled sweetly as she crossed to the room to drop the toys where they belonged. 

“Wha?” Mary’s sweet face quickly contorted with confusion. She looked around behind her. Probably looking for Mr. Shelby to help her out no doubt.

“The disease or memory loss, what is it called?” She was well aware she had the other woman pinned down now. She wanted an answer, Mary seemed like she’d crumble easily. 

“Best ask the master, Mr. Shelby.” Her face was flushed and her eyes were wide. Gina was watching her like a hawk. The other woman was stumbling and gasping for air. Gina smiled sweetly baring her teeth. 

“Well I'm not calling him that. Master is a bit much don't you think?” She waited until the other women calmed down and nodded. Lawrence stumbled into the room and Mary practically ran off. 

‘Da likes it when you call him daddy.” Lawrence smiled as the imposing man filled the doorway chuckling at his son’s observation. 

“I bet he does.” Gina said as she walked past her husband. His strong hand went to her lower back guiding her to the expansive dining room. The children all sat down eagerly waiting trying to grab at dishes and claim a larger spoonful than the next. 

“Gina?” Tommy pulled out a chair for her next to the head of the massive table . She looked up and shook her head. A portrait the size of the wall sat behind her husband, and she’d been right. He sat underneath it in all his glory blinking at her wondering what was so funny. It was a painting of him looking dapper holding the reins to a stunning white horse. 

“Your vanity knows no bounds does it? “ She asked haughtily. He grinned at her before taking a deep sip of whiskey. She had a feeling she’d find out how true that was later tonight. From the way he kept looking at her, they were obviously still sharing a bed. 

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I will be covering John/Martha and Arthur/OC

[moderncrafter]

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[wheelsgoroundincircles]

This 1970 Pontiac GTO convertible was first delivered to the A.C. Morris Garage of Summersville, West Virginia, and during prior ownership it underwent a body-off rotisserie refurbishment that was completed in 2006. The car is claimed to be one of just 241 examples that were ordered with 455ci V8 and an optional automatic transmission for the model year, and it is finished in Burgundy over red vinyl upholstery. Other equipment includes a four-barrel carburetor, a Ram Air hood, a power-operated convertible top, power steering, front disc brakes, and a 12-bolt rear end housing a Safe-T-Track limited-slip differential. Acquired by the selling dealer in 2013 out of Arizona, this GTO convertible is offered in Missouri with refurbishment photos, manufacturer’s literature, build sheets, a reproduction window sticker, documentation from Pontiac Historical Services, correspondence with the GM Heritage center, and a clean Missouri title.

The car was finished from the factory in Burgundy, and the body was stripped, mounted to a rotisserie jig, and repainted during the refurbishment, at which time a replacement convertible top was installed. Features include a color-matched Endura front bumper, a chrome rear bumper, a Ram Air hood, and quad exhaust outlets with polished finishers.

Rally II 14″ wheels are mounted with 215/70 Firestone Wide-Oval tires. Braking is provided by power-assisted front discs and rear drums, and the car was optioned with power steering when new.

The cabin has been retrimmed with red vinyl upholstery (2254) as well as color-coordinated carpets and interior trim. Equipment includes front bucket seats and a rear bench, a woodgrain steering wheel, an AM/FM radio, and an 8-track player. A pre-delivery-style instruction tag is attached to the steering column, and Pontiac-branded rubber floor mats line the front and rear footwells.

The turned metal and woodtone trim-accented cluster houses Rally instrumentation consisting of a 140-mph speedometer, a tachometer, and a combination gauge. The five-digit odometer shows under 96k miles, approximately 50 of which have been driven by the seller. True mileage is unknown.

The optional 455ci V8 features a four-barrel carburetor and a Ram Air hood, and it produced a factory-rated 360 horsepower and 500 lb-ft of torque when new. The engine stamping shown within the gallery ends in 0P121234, which matches the final eight digits of the car’s serial number. Additional identification numbers are presented in the gallery.

Power is sent to the rear wheels through an optional Turbo Hydramatic 400 three-speed automatic transmission and a 12-bolt rear end housing a Safe-T-Track limited-slip differential. Additional photos are provided in the gallery to illustrate the underside, drivetrain, and suspension components.

Photos showing various stages of the refurbishment are depicted above.

Additional items accompanying the car include manufacturer’s literature, build sheets, a reproduction window sticker, documentation from Pontiac Historical Services, and 2012 correspondence with the GM Heritage center confirming the car’s specifications and equipment, photos of which are provided in the gallery.

[topworkwear]

Gildan Kids DryBlend Jersey knit polo

DryBlend technology delivers moisture-wicking properties. Contoured welt collar. Tearaway label. Clean finished placket with reinforced bottom box. 2 woodtone buttons. Contoured welt collar and cuffs. Twin needle bottom hem. CPSIA tracking label compliant.Washing InstructionsMachine wash warm, inside out, with like colours. Only non-chlorine bleach. Tumble dry medium. Do not iron if decorated. Do not dry clean From classroom to summer camp and band practice to tennis lessons, the Gildan DryBlend youth Jersey polo keeps up to kids fast forward lives. The smooth Jersey knit melds cotton ringspun yarns with wicking polyester – a unique combination that gives kids the softness they love plus stay dry comfort.

[christasclothes]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Coach Joanne Platform Sandals.

[yoonxminho]

Small two-bedrooms/bathrooms house. Downtown. Close to the hospital, by the woods near Liie Marketing (11).

A floor to ceiling window allows the view to be enjoyed from the low position of the Zabuton cushions around a traditional Kotatsu table.

Shōji screens decoratively divide the living room from the hallway of the home.

Glass doors merge the main bedroom with the open plan living room–though privacy curtains can be drawn when desired. Storage drawers utilise the base block of the platform bed design, which is a custom built piece that merges with more storage units at its foot.

The second minimalist bedroom is as devoid of decoration as the first, but again, woodtone brings beauty. A projector is aimed at the blank white wall, for movies in bed.

For both bathroom, grey tiles back a walk in shower enclosure, and flood out across the floor. A white stone vanity shelf looks sleek and solid.

[gellymark-blog]

Siding Installation and Repairs in Post Falls, ID

Transform Your Home's Look with Direct Siding, the Premier Siding Company in Post Falls, ID. Providing Expert Siding Installation and Repairs. With a focus on installing only Top Performing Brands, including James Hardie Color Plus, Woodtones, and DiamondKote. They install only the best, proven hard-backed siding products available on the residential market. For more information visit their website: Directsiding.com/post-falls-id

[angelas-vintage-favs]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage Dark walnut hand turned bowl 🤎🤎.