#I'm thinking more cabinetry

[yellowgnomeboots]

It would be cool to be able to do some kind of wood working course where you only use hand tools. Also it would include learning the proper care of tools. And how to care for the finished item long-term would be useful too.

If you hate certain parts you can sub in a power tool later, no problem, do whatever you want, but I think it would be cool to learn this way to start with.

There aren't any wood working courses here of any type anymore ever since the government stopped subsidising community evening courses, so I guess fantasising over the specifics is a bit pointless.

Its weird that there's certain skills that you can only really learn at school, if you go to the right school, or from friends/family. (or on your own, the slowest method)

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Who doesn't love a perfectly preserved time capsule? This 1968 beauty in Rockford, IL is like stepping back in time. 4bds, 4ba, $450K.

The small entrance has tiled flooring to protect the carpet that runs all through the house.

Why is it always green? This was a dramatic home when it was new- stone fireplace, sunken living room, and wrought iron railings were the height of fashion.

The living area is huge. Note the large stone bench matching the fireplace and the cornice boards that discreetly hide the unsightly curtain rods.

The fireplace stone continues and has a huge mirror. In the corner is shelving and 2 steps up to the dining room.

The dining room has dated curtains that the buyer will inherit. I love the kitty-corner table. That was a common placement in mid-century style.

Next comes the kitchen. Actually, they must've updated it b/c I don't think that 2-tone cabinets were a thing yet. But, the ditzy, small, busy print of the wallpaper with matching shades was definitely the style. Note the original avocado dishwasher and dust shelving above the upper cabinetry, that was later replaced by soffits.

Wait a minute, I'm seeing props here- there's a new dishwasher and new ovens, but they kept the old avocado ones. I wonder if they work or, if it's just nostalgia. There are also 2 cooktops. Wow, they really preserved everything.

Look at the green glass.

Large laundry room off the kitchen.

Oh, look, an avocado washer/dryer set. This is amazing. And, look at the old sink. I hope someone who loves it, buys it, b/c it was so lovingly cared for.

Nice large everyday dining area has a pony wall separating the family room. So much green everywhere. I wonder if this set came that way or if they painted it.

Another stone fireplace flanked by shelving. Knotty pine walls, and folding shutter doors- all fashions of the past. I can't believe that they have the Colonial furniture that was so popular at the time. Even though it was all the rage, you don't see it around anymore. According to the listing, there is going to be an estate sale, so this furniture will be available.

The primary bedroom is pretty big. Geez, there's carpeting everywhere and some of it is looking gnarly.

It has an en-suite, which is unusual. Look at that fancy cabinet. Green laminate counter, too.

This bedroom is also pretty big. Look at the consummate girl's white bedroom furniture of the mid-century.

The den has a big old map probably with countries that don' t even exist anymore.

More bedrooms on the 2nd fl.

Oh, look at that! A hope chest! They were popular for a teenage girl to receive as a gift. Then, she would put in blankets, etc., in the hopes of one day getting married and using them. I can't get over the historic furniture in this place.

And, then they've got a big family room up here. Wow, this house has so much furniture and tchotchkes.

Winter? No problem. Just set the lawn furniture up in the basement.

There's also a finished part of the basement. This is a craft room, and there is also a canning room.

Look at the antique freezer on the right. This place is a museum.

This part of the basement isn't finished even though it has a brick fireplace. No matter, they still used it as a family room, anyway.

According to the listing, this is a 2 car garage, called a "cottage garage," b/c I guess it looks like a residence.

This cool log cabin on the property is used as a playhouse, according to the listing.

Yeah, but look at it, it's really a residence.

There's a lot of land, 3.50 acres.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/6151-Newburg-Rd-Rockford-IL-61108/5537324_zpid/

[topknot32]

Miami (3/5)

Rio/OFC

summary- olivia and chris's story continues three weeks after the events of designated driver. olivia meets chris at a local diner for breakfast, but things don't go as planned, hurtling her life down a new path.

warnings- 18+ Smut below the cut.

word count- 4.2K

note- I’ve gone completely off the rails with this story. I meant for it to be a two shot at most but I’ve expanded it to four and now Rio has some backstory that I didn’t plan. Sometimes when I start writing the thing writes itself and I’m just along for the ride. Anyways, enjoy! 🖤

tags- @lauraaan182

A few hours after arriving, Olivia was nothing more than a taut bundle of nerves. She sat up in the king sized bed in the guest room of Chris's house, staring at Kai asleep on the opposite side. She hadn't seen Chris at all since he brought her up, and she was left to consider what she was really doing here.

Not able to sit idly any longer, she got out of bed, making sure to tuck the covers tightly around Kai before heading into the bathroom attached to the bedroom. It was massive with a shower spanning one entire wall featuring stained glass windows. She wandered, running her fingers over the finely crafted cabinetry, the expensive soaps and shampoos, the fluffy white robe hanging on a hook beside the shower door. It seemed like no comfort had been skipped over, and she wondered if he did this for her or if it was always this way.

Olivia opened the shower door and turned the tap to the hottest setting and waited for the steam to fill up the glass box. She stripped and stepped inside, letting the heat nearly singe her skin. It stung, but it felt good at the same time. Once her hair was washed and conditioned, she leaned against the tile wall, sliding down to sit and let the water pour over her.

She wanted to believe there was good in Chris, but he wanted Beth dead, and that was something Olivia couldn't accept. She was beginning to think coming here truly was a mistake, but she couldn't deny the way she felt about him, the way he made her skin flush and heart race. Even under his suspicious eye, there was a part of her that was so glad to see him, a piece that felt safe.

There'd been so much happening back home with her quitting the business with Beth and trying to rebuild her life without it that she hadn't let herself feel just how much she missed him, but she felt it now. Olivia rested her face in her hands and tried to clear her mind so she could go back in there and sleep. It had to be close to three in the morning by now, and she'd promised Kai the beach, and she would keep it no matter what Chris or any of his security guards said.

A while later, she toweled off, coated every inch of her skin in the fancy moisturizer by the sink, and wrapped herself in one of the fluffy robes. She headed back into the bedroom feeling like sleep was a possibility, but that disappeared when she opened the door to find Chris sitting on the floor at the end of the bed, his knees pulled up with his elbows resting on them.

"What are you doing in here?" she whispered, pressing a hand over her racing heart.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay."

Olivia checked to see if Kai was still sound asleep. "Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"Shouldn't you?"

She crossed her arms over her chest like a stubborn child and held his gaze. It went on so long that he finally looked down at the floor, shaking his head. "Why am I here, Christopher?"

"I don't know," he said in a moment of vulnerability that was foreign to her.

Olivia came over and sat down beside him on the floor, leaning her back against the bed. "Well, I noticed you have an incredibly well-stocked guest bathroom." She tried to break the tension. "And if you did that for me, then I'm grateful."

Chris turned to look at her, and she felt almost naked under the weight. "This is my room," he said, and she stared at him like an idiot for a second. "Its uh, the one place without twenty-four hour surveillance, but it's the safest room in the house." He looked back down and nodded his head slowly to himself.

"Why am I here?" she tried again.

"I told you already. I missed you."

"You don't do all this just because you missed someone you hooked up with a few times."

"That all it was to you?" he asked, and for the second time she felt like she was seeing the vulnerable side of him she'd never seen before. She didn't even know it existed.

"I don't know what it was because you disappeared for eight months before we could figure it out."

"I was facing life, Olivia, and I got too much to live for to spend the next seventy years behind bars."

It was her turn to look down. "I'm not mad at you for leaving. I just wish you'd left me a note or a sign or something."

"I didn't know who to trust. I'm sorry."

"But you trust me now, right?"

Chris reached out and tipped her chin up. "Funny enough, you're about the only one I can. I think I knew it all along, but I had to be sure. I can't hurt my son, Olivia." She glanced back in Kai's direction, thinking of Marcus. "You forgive me?"

She knew he was being sincere, and she was tired of being angry and anxious. Olivia sat up on her knees and crawled into his lap, straddling him, pulling the robe up around her thighs. His hands automatically slid beneath the fabric gripping the naked skin of her ass in both hands.

He was wearing sweats so she could feel everything through them as she settled over his hips. She leaned in and kissed him, and he wasted no time, slipping his tongue past her lips to stroke against her own. It sent a shockwave of desire straight between her legs, but she thought of Kai and pulled back.

Chris was staring up at her with a calm expression. His hands wandered down her thighs and then back up but on the outside of the robe, seeming to understand why she stopped without having to say it. "You should go to sleep," he whispered, kissing her again. Chris lifted her off his lap so he could stand, and held out a hand to help her up. "I'm downstairs in the office if you need me." He squeezed her hand before heading for the door, making sure to close it behind him.

When the sun came up, Olivia felt the lack of sleep like a slap to the face, but Kai, who slept like a baby, was ready to begin the vacation festivities promptly at seven in the morning. Despite needing three more hours of sleep ay least, she bathed and dressed Kai in a pair of swim trunks and a rash guard since his soft skin wasn't accustomed to the UV rays of southern Florida. Olivia threw her hair into a ponytail and changed into the only bathing suit she brought along with a simple white t-shirt dress.

Kai nearly ripped her arm out of socket dragging her out of the room and down the stairs only to find Marcus in the living room with an older woman who looked to be in her late forties. They were both in what appeared to be outfits suited for the beach, too. Chris was no where to be found.

"I'm Sofia," the woman said with a smile, holding out her hand for Olivia to shake. "The nanny."

"Olivia, this is Kai," she said.

Kai kept a firm grip on her hand. He remembered Marcus, smiling shyly at the boy, but it seemed he was done meeting strangers, and he stood so close to Olivia's legs he was nearly hiding behind them.

"I watch the boy while Señor Christopher is working. Would you like me to take your son out to the beach? You could stay here and relax."

Olivia took Kai's hand tightly in hers. "I think I'll join you. It's his first time seeing the ocean, and I'd like to be there."

Sofia smiled warmly. "Okay, I've packed some snacks and sunscreen. Let's go, shall we?"

The four of them gathered up a few things from outside on the patio like chairs, an umbrella, sand toys, and a life jacket for Kai since he wasn't a confident swimmer, and headed down the stone pathway that eventually faded to sand. Olivia couldn't believe what she was seeing as they walked, the sheer size of the property and the fact that they had their own private beach without a single other soul in sight. Kai instantly bonded with Marcus as if no time had passed, and the two took off running ahead of Sofia and Olivia.

"How long will you be joining us?" Sofia asked as she helped Olivia fold out the chairs.

"My flight back is a week from yesterday, but this place is so incredible I might never go."

Sofia laughed warmly. "It really is beautiful here. Señor Christopher works hard for it, sacrifices a lot of time with his son."

"What does he do exactly?" Olivia asked, and Sofia just shook her head.

"I'm just the nanny, dear. I don't ask questions."

Olivia considered they while pulling her dress over her head to reveal her bathing suit. It was baby pink with thin ties on the side. She grabbed the bottle of sunscreen, slathering it on as best she could before calling Kai over to cover what the rash guard and trunks didn't. He was beaming, and Olivia's chest swelled.

"I love you," she whispered in his ear before sending him on his way to play in the surf with Marcus. She loved the way he giggled and jumped every time the water tickled his feet.

With a pair of sunglasses on, Olivia settled back in her chair prepared to do absolutely nothing other than bake in the sun and helicopter over her son to make sure he didn't get hurt in the ocean. Sofia was quiet, choosing to pull out a book, but Olivia caught they way she looked up every few seconds to check on the boys. Olivia could only imagine the kind of threats that'd been made to ensure Chris's son's safety when he was without Chris or Rhea.

They sat out in the sun for so long Olivia was sure she was going to be sporting the worst sunburn of her life, but the boys were having too much fun to make them come in. She alternated between playing in the surf, splashing Kai and Marcus, and helping Kai learn how to tread water where the ocean was still and calm, and roasting in the lawn chair. After a little while, she moved her chair beneath the umbrella with Sofia, and closed her eyes for a few seconds, the nanny keeping watch as the boys built a lopsided sandcastle.

"Dad! Look what we built!" Marcus called out later.

Olivia had almost drifted off, but she snapped to attention internally, her stomach fluttering with butterflies. She didn't move a muscle and kept the sunglasses over her eyes to conceal the way she was feeling.

"Yeah, little man, I see it. Looks like you might need some reinforcements on that left side though," Chris said, his voice coming from just over her shoulder. "Hey, mama."

She felt weight on the back of her chair, and she tipped her head up to see him leaning over the back of it, but his eyes weren't focused on her face. They were soaking up her body in the light pink bikini.

"Hey," Olivia said just as he came around and leaned down to press a quick kiss to her lips. It was as if it was the most natural thing in the world to him, and the butterflies swooped lower.

He was wearing a white button down with the classic well-fitting black jeans, but his fingers started working the buttons open. She tried not to stare, but she couldn't help herself. As it dropped from his shoulders, exposing all of his tan, tattooed skin, she felt her mouth go dry. He tossed his shirt at her, and it landed in her lap. The cologne she loved so much lingered on the fabric, and she resisted the urge to press it to her face.

His arms weren't the only part of him sporting new ink, and she admired the new piece across the left side of his chest, and the one lower that started on his ribcage and dipped over his hip into the waist of his jeans. He reached for the button of them, and pushed them down to reveal a pair of black briefs.

"Didn't have time to grab trunks," Chris said, turning back to smirk at her. Olivia crossed one leg over the other and sat up a little straighter, feeling the hot desire start to build between them, and by the way he clocked that motion, he knew exactly what he was doing. "One of the benefits to having a private beach, huh?"

Chris made his way over to the boys, picking Marcus up with an arm around his torso, then doing the same to Kai so he was holding them both. Both boys screamed and flailed, trying pointlessly to get away, but they were laughing too, and the sound warmed Olivia's heart. Chris walked into the shallows and dropped them like sacks of potatoes before making sure each surfaced.

The three of them played for a long time, and Olivia was content to watch. Her skin was warm to the touch, her limbs heavy, and if she closed her eyes for too long she'd definitely fall asleep. Sofia brought an insulated bag down, and she pulled a few sandwiches out, offering Olivia one, but she just shook her head. Sofia called for the boys and they came running like their pants were on fire. Both snatched up what she was offering along with two cups of juice and a plastic container of cut up fruit.

While the nanny busied herself with the kids, Chris came up the beach soaking wet, and he placed his hands on the armrests of her chair and leaned down for another kiss, dripping ocean water onto her. Olivia shivered at the sensation as she kissed him, the droplets sending a sheet of goosebumps across her slightly sunburnt skin. When Chris pulled back, there was a hint of mischief in his dark brown eyes. It excited her.

He kissed her again, this one a little harder with a little more need behind it, and Olivia had to be the one to break it before they got too carried away. Chris's eyes burnt worse than the sun everywhere they looked.

"You want an official tour?" Chris whispered, still leaning down.

She wanted ten minutes alone with him, that's what she really wanted. "I can't leave Kai."

"Sofia won't let anything happen to them. She's CPR certified and trained in ocean rescue. Plus Mick and Javier are on watch." He looked over the back of her chair, and Olivia turned to see each of them guarding a different side of the beach. Both had their backs turned, but she could see they were holding very large guns in hand.

Olivia looked to Kai who was having the time of his life. When he caught her eye, he grinned wide and held up his sandwich for her to see. "Can mama leave you with Miss Sofia for just a few minutes?" she asked.

Chris stood back up and grabbed his clothes, pulling his jeans back on since he was nearly dry already from the power of the sun. Kai seemed to contemplate his answer, looking from the nanny to Marcus, then out to the beach where their sand toys waited. Finally he nodded.

Olivia stood and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Have fun, I'll see you in a few minutes."

She grabbed her dress and slipped it on, and Chris reached for her hand once it was in place. They walked up the beach barefoot, fingers laced together, and Olivia couldn't remember the last time she felt this happy.

"You good here?" Chris asked. "I didn't mean to be gone so long. I had a meeting first thing and it ran over."

Olivia gave him a bewildered expression, and he laughed. "Am I good? In a multimillion dollar tropical oasis with nannies and armed security on site?"

"And a private beach," he teased. "Don't forget that."

She threw her free hand up. "Yeah, don't forget the private beach. I'm never leaving. Screw your non refundable round trip plane tickets."

Chris dragged her in and slipped his arm around her neck. She could feel his chest vibrate with a laugh as she pressed her cheek against it. They walked up the path until sand turned to stone pavers, and the beach became the perfectly landscaped backyard.

She hadn't had a ton of time to look around on their way out to the beach, but now she could see it all. A clear blue swimming pool spanned the length of the patio, equipped with a hot tub and water slide. The back of the house had multistory decks leading from the main floor to the second, all attaching to the platform of the slide that was big enough to hold several seating arrangements and a partial outdoor kitchen. The back of the house itself was shaped like a giant C, the sides hugging the enormous backyard with verandas on all sides creating a very open air type feel.

"How did you find this place?" she asked as she looked around.

"It was a gift to my great-grandfather, an offering for a mutually beneficial working relationship," Chris said, standing back so she could wander uninhibited.

"From who, Pablo Escobar?" She laughed at her joke, but Chris didn't.

"Somethin' like that."

She snapped back around to see that he was serious. "What?"

"Detroit was an experiment, Olivia," he started, crossing his arms over his chest. "To see if it was lucrative to branch into other markets. It wasn't. I gave it more time than it deserved because I had a son, but this—" he motioned around them. "This is where I come from. This is who I am."

A new kind of apprehension seeded itself in the center of her chest. She stopped exploring the backyard paradise, and met his gaze head on. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I spent eight months trying to prove to myself that you were no better than Elizabeth Boland, that you were just like everyone else who'd ever played me, but you were the opposite. You were loyal."

"You suddenly trust me so much, to think I would never tell anyone about this place?"

Chris slowly walked over to her, and she found it difficult to hold his intense gaze. "Like I said, you might be the only one I can trust. Remember, I put wires in your house, Olivia. Every phone call, every fuckin' playdate, every date," he said, smirking. "I heard it."

She scoffed. "You listened to all of that?"

"Yeah, the loser you brought home who couldn't get it up—" He raised a hand to brush against her cheek, but she was put off by the violation despite how he was looking at her like his next meal. "I should cut his dick off just for the trouble." Olivia shoved him off. That memory was embarrassing enough without having him shove it in her face, knowing he heard it. He raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry, that one stung a little, not gonna lie." He took her wrist and pressed it against his chest. "I'm a jealous man, I admit it."

"I think this is the most you've ever spoken to me at one time since I met you," she said softly.

"Why'd you drop your soccer mom squad?"

Olivia looked up into his eyes, and she considered the question. There were hundreds of reasons, but the one she always came back to was the way it felt to spend three weeks with him before it all went to shit. He opened up to her, trusted her, and even though he made mistakes, what Beth did was wrong. Olivia still saw Annie on occasion, for drinks to catch up, but things were different. Beth was her sister and she had to stand by her side.

Instead of giving him a verbal answer, Olivia leaned up on her toes and kissed him. She slid her other hand up his arm to rest against the side of his neck, holding him to her. Chris let go of her wrist and went for her hips, walking her backward as the kiss turned more fevered. So easily she lost rational thought when his mouth was involved. The backs of her legs hit wood, and she planted her palm down on the surface of one of the patio tables just as Chris hooked his hands under her knees, lifting her up onto it.

Chris pulled back, keeping his hips pressed into her center, looking down at their compromising position. His long fingers slowly, teasingly danced up her calves, across her kneecaps, to her thighs. Her breaths came short with anticipation, slipping her legs up to rest around his waist . Every inch of her body remembered the pleasure he could so easily draw out, and she craved it like nothing else, but he refused to go any further than her thighs. The rough pads of his fingers stroked just beneath the hem of her dress that'd ridden up so he could see the peek of pink of her bottoms covering her pussy.

Olivia watched him as he stared hard at that spot, and she could see the wheels turning inside his head as he mindlessly drew shapes against the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "You do—" he started, but hesitated. He cleared his throat and dragged his eyes up to meet hers. "You do somethin' to me no one else does, and if I didn't have a houseful of security just through those windows, I'd make you come until you begged me to stop. Right here."

Her breath caught in her throat, and a fresh chill rippled down her spine at the promise in his tone. Without looking away, Olivia reached between them and ran her hand down from his abdomen into the waist of his jeans, popping the button as inconspicuously as possible. His cock was so hard already, and using their bodies as a shield, she wrapped her fingers around it. A sharp breath left his chest, and he claimed her lips in a bruising kiss.

Olivia had had enough of talking. She just wanted to make him feel good, to watch him unravel. She stroked his cock slowly, doing her best within the confines of his clothes. His own hands slid up her thighs beneath the material of her dress, and he squeezed her ass, forcing their bodies even closer together.

Every time she brushed her thumb against the head, a low moan vibrated out of his chest and into hers, and she did it over and over until his hips jerked, the air stuttering out of his throat as he broke the kiss, and she knew he was close. She risked a quick glance back over her shoulder to make sure there were no prying eyes staring out the window or kids coming back from the beach before she pushed his jeans down some. With a few more strokes and soft words whispered in his ear, Chris came, and she took it all on the thin material of her pink bikini bottoms. She was sure there'd be marks on her ass the next day by how hard he dug his fingers in, but she found that the idea didn't bother her in the slightest. She hoped she'd see them when she checked in the mirror.

Chris rested his forehead against her shoulder as he caught his breath, and she couldn't help but smile. For so long she'd been terrified of the man she was currently holding onto, but now she knew that for some reason she didn't quite understand, she held power over him. It didn't make any sense. He could have anyone, but she was the one here in his ridiculously lavish home. She liked the way it made her feel, and for the first time, Olivia allowed herself to consider what this could really look like.

Olivia felt him laugh as he did up his jeans and pressed a kiss to her shoulder through the fabric of her dress. She leaned back to see what was so funny, and he just shook his head.

"You bring anything to wear to dinner?" he asked, tilting his head up with a smirk, and she almost laughed at the ridiculousness of the question right now.

"I mean, not really," she said with a smile spreading, too.

"Cool, we'll go shopping first. I'll have Sofia get the boys ready."

Olivia tried to pull her dress down to cover the evidence of what they'd been up to. That made his smirk spread even wider.

"I can handle Kai. It's no big deal."

Chris came back, resting his hands on her knees. He leaned in to steal another kiss. "Relax, mama. You don't have to do it all here."

She froze as she considered the idea of not being responsible for every single chore, every task. With that, Chris headed inside.

[inkweedandlizards]

Fanfic? Fanfic!

So the draft title for this is blood soup, please be warned, there is more blood then soup, lol. Basically TK suffers a kitchen accident and Carlos has to Deal.

I haven't written fic in 20 years so feedback is very welcome, please be nice though, I may crumble to dust. 😅

(I'm very serious about there being a lot of blood, this is your final warning! also injury description, I should warn for that too)

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Carlos stirs the simmering stock slowly, absent-mindedly moving his head along to the quiet sound of TKs playlist blending with the rhythmic thud of his husband dicing the carrots with Carlos's new kitchen knife.

They're making soup tonight. A muffled sneeze interrupts his concentration and Carlos sighs, TK was still in the denial stage of being sick and insisted in helping with dinner.

They'd been debating whether TK had seasonal allergies or Nancy's cold as they worked when TK had gotten quiet a few minutes ago, voice giving out, the only sound from him now is the badly concealed sneezing.

"How about you go sit down and we can have dinner on the couch?"

Another sneeze answers his question, followed by a pulse of hot liquid splattering across Carlos's nape, landing in his curls, gross. As he goes to wipe it off, he turns to TK to force the issue but freezes, the words dying on his lips at what it truly is.

It's blood. Bight red, like the artificial cherry slushies TK loves, it's arterial.

Carlos follows the blood splatter to the source and the sight is one he'll never forget. There's a 3 inch gash in TKs trembling forearm, the edges gaping wide, exposing the inside, yellow fat and white bone and blood, so much blood, it pulses with each heartbeat, splattering across the island counter in a sea of red.

Thier eyes met in stunned silence, TKs bright with pain in his rapidly paling face. Another spray jerks TK into motion, the knife clattering to the floor, adrenaline masking the pain as he switches into work mode, grabbing a towel and covering the wound, unsteadily moving towards his phone to call for help before shock sets in.

Carlos remains frozen, his body feels heavy, he can't breathe, he feels strangely detached, the ringing in his ears growing louder as he numbly watches TK apply bruising force to the wound, his knuckles going white around the towel, he's trying desperately to clench the cut closed, to keep his blood where it belongs, it's not enough.

"I need a tourniquet-"

The desperate urgency in TKs voice slams Carlos back into his body with the brutal realisation that he's watching his husband uncontrollably bleed out in thier kitchen.

Carlos's crouching down to pull open the doors beneath the sink before he can register that he's even moved, hands tearing through thier oversized first aid kit for what TK needs, he's falling into work mode as well to keep functioning, to keep from thinking, to keep TK alive.

1 and a half minutes, 90 seconds, if Carlos remembers his training correctly, that's how short it takes to bleed out from an open arterial injury, he can do this, he has too, where the fuck is it.

TKs stopped moving, body swaying, he's trying to use his phone as Carlos searches, unable to do more then pause the playlist, hands uncoordinated and bloody. The towel in TKs grip is soaked red, past its saturation point, dripping blood onto the cement floor, pooling next to Carlos.

There!

Gripping the tourniquet in triumph, Carlos pivots in his crouch towards TK and watches the towel slip from TK numb fingers to land as thier feet, his phone following suit, his husband's face is chalk white, verging into grey, he looks halfway to death already.

TK's eyelids flutter closed as his body gives out, falling as the next pulse of blood goes wide without pressure, covering thier kitchen cabinetry like a cheap horror movie, Carlos catches him before he can hit his head on the counter, lowering him to lay flat on the floor.

The tourniquet is still in Carlos's hand and now TKs life is too.

"Stay with me, Tyler,"

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[bookishbrigitta]

Wookiee House - Floor plan and bathrooms

We've got a proper floor plan!

It was impossible for me to get the "tree" in the middle fully centered given the layout in the Holiday Special, the round home designs I looked at, and the limitations of this tool, but just don't think too hard about it. From 12 o'clock going clockwise: Itchy's bedroom, a tiny powder room, the utility room, the entry, the staircase, the living room (at 6 o'clock), the kitchen and pantry, the primary bedroom, and a large bathroom. In the center is a large tree and an internal hallway.

The main bathroom

Right out the gate, I'm going to say they must have some kind of magic fur filter in their drains, and I WANT ONE. It was hard to get a good angle for this one, but we had a toilet and shower/clawfoot tub on either side of the window. On the left, we have an ample vanity with two sinks and mirrors. On the right, we have a wardrobe/storage spot for towels, extras, etc., and a laundry hamper. Although narrow, I tried to keep it light and airy and possible for more than one person to use it at one time.

Powder room

This little powder room has no exterior walls, so I needed it to be light and bright. I kept the medium-tone oak cabinetry but added white wainscoting and small blue tiles to break up the space and make it feel larger.

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[george-weasleys-girl]

Help me build George & Fred Weasley's apartment!

Voting open to everyone!

I envision their flat to be quirky, fun, and a bit more modern than what you'd usually see in most magical homes. Also, I think they'd make more "grown-up" choices because while they're still the fun-loving Weasley pranksters, they are indeed growing up. And, more importantly, they want to prove to the world Arthur and Molly that they take their future and the success of the shop seriously.

(I also see their flat as being like the TARDIS, bigger on the inside, thanks to the Extension Charm.)

Ok, first up, the kitchen. 🍳👨‍🍳🍛

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1. Fun, yet elegant. Check out the little sign in this one.

2. This one isn't really quirky, but it definitely has grown-up vibes and the 90s wood cabinetry trend going on.

3. Bold colors and lots of whimsy.

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[also-an-art]

Hey!! I don’t know if you’ll ever do requests again but if you do, could you write a little blurb about Mi/nx catching Sch/att searching the kitchen for her blood stores earlier on in the HDFI universe? :) No pressure or anything ofc!!

It has to fucking be here somewhere. Schl/att has seen Mi/nx disappear into the dining room and reappear with the pitiful blood rations she gives them. He wishes irritably he had the heightened smell the most seasoned vampires do-- he can tell his senses have gotten a little sharper since his turning, but nothing drastic enough that it would help him locate the blood stores through the solid wood of the wall of cabinetry he's searching through, messily in his desperation.

He'd never felt hunger like this before. Never so deep, so constant, so insatiable-- the blood Mi/nx gives him helps for an hour, maybe. Then it starts gnawing at him again. He can't do this, he won't do this, he wasn't meant to live like this, all conservative and restrained--

"What the fuck do you think yer doin'?"

Schl/att startles and stiffens at the harsh sound of Mi/nx's voice, his body immediately picking fight over flight as he whirls around to face her, sillhouetted in the entrance to the dining room wearing a nightgown and a cold expression.

"Where the fuck is it?" he returns, surprising himself with how pathetic he sounds.

"I hid it in case you pulled some shit like this," Mi/nx hisses, crossing over to slam the cabinet he was rifling through shut. "Go back to bed if you still want a ration tomorrow at all."

Schl/att laughs humorlessly, well aware that he's acting like a maniac but not caring.

"That's the fucking solution?" he demands. "I can't live like this! It hurts, goddamnit, it--"

"I know," Mi/nx growls. "Every single vampire goes through this. And I'm not givin' you preferential treatment because you want more. You can't have more. That's what I have to teach you."

"Then I'll just go out and find some poor human, how about that?"

Mi/nx slaps him. Hard. It absolutley stuns him, and he stumbles back, putting a hand to his cheek.

"Listen to yourself," Mi/nx spits. "That's what you want to become? Pull yourself together. Go to bed."

Schl/att hardly thinks of anything but a whirlwind of hunger and anger and hurt as he heads back upstairs, blinking back tears. He hesitates in the hall, and instead of going into his own room, knocks despondently on Charlie's door.

[chronal-anomaly]

@byanyan asked:

hauled in over the windowsill, hefty backpack left abandoned where it landed, byan trudges wordlessly over to where lena stands in the kitchen, busy cooking up dinner. their silence persists for several long moments, as does the uncharacteristic stillness of their body, and the teen does nothing but lurk there at her side until she finally turns to face them. only then do they finally move again, stepping closer in a jarringly sudden motion to wrap their arms around her sides in a hug they've been desperate for all week, yet too ashamed to instigate before tonight. then, just as quickly, just as quietly... they pull themself free once more and teeter off in the direction of the living room. any questions lena attempts to ask are met simply with the wave of a hand as they go. they're fine. or, they'll be fine. just... needed that reminder that she's real, that she's there. ...needed the comfort of a warm hug from someone safe. still getting used to the concept of actually being able to seek that out whenever they may need it.

Their presence did not go unnoticed, the telltale creak of old wooden window sliding open announcing their entry. Despite the fact, of course, the back door always remained unlocked for them to 'break into' the small house. Still, Lena played the part, pretending to ignore their appearance until the slap of Chuck Taylors landing in the kitchen.

"Heya, Byan, I'm glad you're here. I was thinking about doing some remodeling and I was opening you'd come help me pick out paint colo-" Lena turned, taking a bite of the soup simmering on the stove. Her sentence was interrupted by the charge of the teen, jolting toward her. The air left her lungs in a huff as she wrapped both arms around their slender frame, pulling them in close. One hand patted their back, while the other reached up to smooth their hair back.

"Hey, hey, hey, I gotcha. Don't worry, I gotcha."

Lena settled into the hug, holding their weight on her shoulders until their arms snaked from her and they turned abruptly from the room. Half dozen questions died on the tip of her tongue, vague sounds starting and ending with a pitched noise of concern. They had a deal, though, don't press, just let it go. And Lena did just that.

Instead, she ladled two bowls of soup out, and joined them on the couch.

"Want to see the inspiration pictures? Thinking about a total regut. Redo the bathroom, the kitchen, the cabinetry. Been itching for a new project with school being on holiday for a bit." Lena showed her phone screen, full of pictures of the colors and designs she was considering for the upgrade.

[fenlo]

Style Tips for Display Cabinets

Let us discuss the styling of a display cabinet. By the time this post is over, you'll have developed stylistic thinking thanks to a few easy stages and concepts I want to take you through! I'm going to teach you how to confidently decorate a cabinet in a way that is both artful and balanced. I didn't purchase anything new for this post, only to give you more motivation. I redrew parts that I had lying around the house, and you can too. It's important for you to understand that style is a learned artistic ability. It is not acquired by purchasing items, but rather by mastering the art of organizing them. Let's move on!

 Design   Style, in its most basic form, is about composition. Composition is defined as the act of assembling something, or the combination of elements or attributes. The goal of composition in styling is to catch attention, guide the viewer's eye across the image, and produce visual balance so that everything feels engaged yet harmonious. The majority of what we will discuss in this post will be composition examples. It can be difficult to master because much of it is dependent on experience and creative intuition. Art, photography, and design studies will help you develop your vision.

There are many different compositional models you can use, but here are a few fundamental things to remember: Visually, objects appear fascinating when organized asymmetrically and in odd-numbered groups. Avoid arranging objects of similar shape, size, texture, and color too close together, as they will appear bulky. Instead, to keep the viewer's attention focused and moving, evenly space or intertwine similar things across the display.

 Match  You should include things in the Display cabinet with different colors and textures. For example, the cabinetry is dark, therefore the items I choose to design are lighter in color and stand out against the dark background. Black decorations would look out of place in this scene. Dark pieces would contrast wonderfully with a lighter or white cabinet. A benefit of white cabinets is that you may incorporate pieces in many shades of white because the color has so many gradients - from pure white to alabaster to cream - and these variations give contrast, whereas the color black does not.

Different surface textures such as wicker, stoneware, glass, and wood can also be used to create contrast. Each adds contrasting texture and color to both the dark cabinet and the other. Consider combining smooth shining surfaces with weathered, rustic textures. This technique adds depth and interest to your design.

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

It's been years since I did any carpentry and I'm kinda looking forward to getting back into it honestly.

I used to do wood carving, staining, and joining, and I built a couple good shelves and cabinets in my day. None of them made it to my adult house, they all stayed with my parents, but that's fine, they were custom made for a house my parents no longer even lived in so let them try and deal with fitting those bastards anywhere lmao.

Anyway, I think the first thing I want to work on is a really nice bookshelf for my office. It's a relatively simply design to get back into old habits, and will be good for me to keep my academic texts, DSM copies, and other therapy resources on. I'm thinking of having a friend bind my print outs so they look fancy and nice, so having a lovely and sturdy bookshelf to display them on would be good.

After that I'd want a good desk which is a bit more complicated because drawers. Then a filing system with a custom puzzle lock (which is only complicated because of the lock itself) for process recordings and files. At that point I should be more or less back up to snuff and able to do cabinetry, tables, bedframes, and other furniture without too much hassle.

Ideally, I'd custom build most of the wooden furniture in our home a little at a time, replacing what's old or worn until we have what we want. Wifey would be working on getting our great big A frame ready, and we could move in with all our lovely custom pieces. It would be so gorgeous.

God, this whole thing is going to become so self-sustaining at a certain point, it's ridiculous.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Shockingly, this $53.9m estate is under contract. So, somebody had $54m to buy a house. Geez. It was built in 2018 in Franklin, TN. It has 5bds, 8ba, 10,626 sq ft. So, let's see what this multi-millionaire bought for $53.9m, shall we?

I can't say that I'm impressed w/the entrance hall. It's pretty plain.

This is nice. A lot going on, here. It's a big open-concept area with a living room/dining room and bar. Look at the huge gray columns and balconies. But, what really impresses me is the length of the draperies.

There's the very professional-looking bar in the corner.

As far as kitchens are concerned, you don't see a live tree, very often. At least I think it's a real tree. I'm not sure if the big wood table will convey- it probably belongs to the owner.

Well, they went for the wildly patterned quartz or marble. At least they didn't go for the HGTV plain white w/maybe the faintest lines running thru it. There's also stainless steel cabinetry, a nice red double professional stove, and open shelving in the windows.

Now, in this section, they have more everyday dining. There's a very high ceiling so you can see the mezzanine above.

Here's another dining option in front of the window, looking out at the garden.

A TV room with lovely murals is part of the primary suite. I like the ombre drapes.

The bedroom has a pitched ceiling and good natural light.

The den has a nice fireplace and glass shelving with lighting. Plus, the lighting goes around the ceiling too. That's an interesting chandelier.

Very fancy ping pong room.

The gray home cinema has a lot of seating that looks comfy.

Every mansion has a massage room.

Look at this big marble bath.

The closet/dressing room has a tub.

And, a shower.

The gardens are stunning.

Beautiful covered pool w/a fireplace & sitting area.

Gorgeous conservatory.

Plus a giant chess board.

And, what they call a retractable tennis court.

An observation deck.

Plus, a lake.

And, there's also a barn for a hoe down.

The property is a massive 383.62 acres.

https://www.redfin.com/TN/Franklin/5845-Old-96-37064/home/87898756

[simulacrum-builds]

Bayview Mobile Home Park

I grew up poor, bouncing from place to place with my parents, who struggled to hold jobs. When I was 7 they separated, and from there things got worse. I lived all over the place, from remote cabins with no running water to rundown suburban-outskirts shacks, the kind of borderland holdover that only stands out when towns begin to creep closer. At times we lived in trailer parks, and when we didn't, we often visited them. I have vivid memories of the flimsy walls, the springy floors, the thin carpet that was too old and worn to really have a color that could be named and identified.

I remember too the ways some people would try to beautify the space, lining their trailers with plants or replacing stairs and scrubbing windows. I remember how clean so many of the homes were inside, so desperately clean, as though cleanliness would make anything less shabby. I remember so many people collected crystal figures or even rocks - heavy things that felt out of place in a home that felt so fragile.

The base game doesn't have a lot of room for this kind of life. Even the cheaper things, cracked and peeling as they are, still look more at home in a designer showcase than they do inside a trailer home. More shabby chic than shabby that has been carefully preserved, since it's all you have. I struggled to try to capture the look of the places I remember, and I also didn't want to overload with clutter on such a big lot. So it's not quite right, but using base game items only, I worked to produce something with the spirit I remembered from my childhood. The floorplans are based on or inspired by real mobile home plans (the diamond-shaped trailer had pullout sides! I imagine it here made permanent) that showcase the strange divisions of rooms. The dedication to open living/dining/kitchen areas for the illusion of space; the insistence on multiple bathrooms even when it shrank the bedrooms. Those rooms, dense with humidity, the air wet, the walls too close. The way kids grew up too fast - girls who were still children rushing to put on makeup, to squeeze into tighter clothes, to be grown, because that was one of the only ways to have any agency. Choosing what was already inevitable made it at least feel like a choice.

The narrow spaces between trailers, and the way we pretended we couldn't see into each other's lives. The feeling of being alone but also never unseen.

Yes, this is definitely a sanitized version, clean and sparse, and much more "together" but I did what I could with repeated cabinetry and carpeting, though I think the end result is more "summer getaway" than everyday life. Expansions offer more options there, and CC too, so I left things pretty spare for anyone to use. Always room for more clutter.

In my head canon, things aren't quite what they seem. Posters were slipped out of magazines at the doctor's office - so lucky to be the first to open that one! Paintings were garage sale finds, or liberated from motels; just a picture of a landscape no one is connected to, existing only to fill a space otherwise empty.

The memories make me sad, but I am happy with this build, because it feels like a part of me shared with all of you. Available on the gallery under simulacrum_blds, though I think I'm going to redo with CC. There were so many times I wanted more options, but I enjoyed the challenge of the base game. We'll see. I really want to play through a game with this lot. I may make it the home for my first generational game.

[giantcypress]

hey Wilbur, If I was going to look into contemporary takes on traditional Japanese style furniture , like dining tables for instance, where would I look? I'm familiar with yourself, Nakshima, Odate and John Reed Fox, but short of a visit to the library, I'm not finding a lot easily. thanks! love your site and all of it's helpful info!

Full disclaimer: I’m of Chinese descent, so my take on this question may be biased, especially since I wrote an article on Chinese furniture for Popular Woodworking for the August 2018 issue.

To my mind, if you’re looking for contemporary takes on traditional Japanese furniture, you might as well take a look at Chinese furniture as an inspiration. Japan does not have as strong of a furniture tradition as China does. Part of that is because Japan had more of a tradition of sitting on the floor compared to other Asian countries. As a result, things like chairs and dining tables didn’t have the same presence in a Japanese house back in the day the way it would in China. In fact, it appears that the chair was introduced four separate times to Japan before it was used widely, and that was in the 1900′s.

There is a book on traditional Japanese furniture called (surprise) “Traditional Japanese Furniture”, by Kazuko Koizumi (ISBN 9780870117220). It’s probably out of print, based on the prices I’m seeing for it based on a quick internet search I did just now. Scanning the table of contents gives an indication of how different the assortment of typical furniture pieces in a Japanese home was:

Cabinetry

Partition devices

Floor coverings

Seating and bedding

Lighting devices

Heating devices

Writing and study furnishings

Toilette and bathing accessories

Mealtime furnishings

Kitchen furnishings

Miscellaneous

Probably the most well-known Japanese furniture piece is the tansu, which is covered in the Cabinetry section. This makes sense, because everyone needs storage in a home, even if you sit on the floor. Most of the other sections are architectural in nature (partitions, floor coverings), or accessories to a house that are not typical projects for us woodworkers (lighting devices, heating devices, writing and study furnishings, etc.). 

And before you get too excited about the seating and bedding and mealtime furnishings sections, the seating is basically used for either religious purposes or for camping/outdoor use. And none of the mealtime furnishings would be of a form that is useful for our modern homes, as they are typically for eating while sitting on a floor, and scaled for a single person, as each person at a meal would get a small table for themselves.

Of the pieces in this book that resemble furniture pieces that might go in a modern home, they very much resemble Chinese furniture in their aesthetic, except that the ornamentation tends to be simpler. This is why I’m suggesting looking towards Chinese furniture and their modern interpretations for inspiration. I think you'll land in the same place as contemporary takes on traditional Japanese furniture, but you’ll probably have more to draw on.

One last note — I haven’t done an exhaustive survey of contemporary Japanese furniture designers, but what I have seen seems to draw heavily from the midcentury modern movement. This is probably not a surprise, as the move from sitting on the floor to using chairs in Japan really kicked in during and after WWII, which is when the midcentury modern movement was popular.

P.S. I’m not exactly sure what this means, but as I was adding hashtags to this post, as I started typing “chinese furniture”, Tumblr helpfully pulled up that hashtag as a suggestion. On the other hand, Tumblr made me fully type out “japanese furniture”.

[mysteriouseggsbenedict]

i'm pretty sure i have totally opposite interior design opinions than like everyone else practically, but here is my reasoning for why i dislike most modern style designs

i don't like bright white spaces. like kitchens with white counter tops and cabinets. it feels impersonal and uncomfortable to me? i don't ALWAYS hate white, like it can be done in ways i don't mind or even like, but the "bright shiny white open airy" kitchens aren't my jam. it gives hospital. or, like, empty house that a real estate agent is showing you through, but that nobody actually lives in.

i also like the designs or "character" of older looking cabinetry a lot more than modern ones. i like there being little designs or grooves or texture to the furniture, rather than completely smooth/flat/sharp edges/plain.

and warmer, darker wood shades are my favorite. anything that feels alive and lived in and not bleached of all its vibrancy. i just like warm color palettes in general much more than cool. gray and white makes me sad.

i also prefer more separated rooms over open concept everything. this part is probably kind of ridiculous but i almost feel more safe when i'm just in one room and it's not leading openly into multiple other spaces of the house. i feel more secure, somehow, and i'm less distracted and potentially overstimulated by being able to see into other areas of the house when i'm trying to do something in another room.

i like carpet! more than hardwood floor! carpet is warm and soft and nice to walk on. it's cozy and homey. hardwood has its place like entryways and kitchens, places where stuff falls on the floor more often or you're coming inside with wet/dirty shoes, but putting wood floors in a living room is just terrible to me. again, it feels like nobody lives there. it's not comfortable. it's too sterile.

and older design styles are just so much more fun! my grandma's kitchen in the 1970s had mushroom wallpaper, for goodness sake! people actually had the nerve to do designs that weren't as plain as possible back then. yeah, it will be identifiable as from that time period in the future, but i don't see that as a bad thing. "dated" isn't automatically bad to me. now people would see that mushroom wall paper and go "oh no we have to remove it and paint everything white and gray and knock down a wall somewhere" and it's like :// you ruined it

and then just the aesthetic. i like the look of old things. i like thinking about the people who used antique items. it makes me feel connected to humanity, and calm, and happy, and safe, and warm.

[sardonicnihilism]

A Biography of the Woman Who Never Was

Part 4 The Adult

Chapter 1

Sam and Shannon got married one year later on July 3, 2001. It wasn't so bad, Shannon would think to herself. In fact, if you took the sex out of it, it was a pretty healthy and loving relationship. She genuinely cared for Sam. He was thoughtful, supportive, a great listener, all the things you could ever hope for in a partner.

Unfortunately, there was the sex.

At the best of times, Shannon could find mental work arounds that not only allowed her to perform, but to honestly enjoy what she was doing. At the worst times, she felt revulsion and dead inside. Mostly, she just approached it as a job that needed done.

It wasn't as if Sam wasn't a good lover. He was more than competent. Rarely did she ever have to fake having an orgasm. So clearly he had skills. It just wasn't what she wanted.

She thought back to how it was when she and Jen had made love. There was a natural push and pull, waxing and waning. It was like two rivers conforming to each other's current.

With Sam, she didn't feel that. There was no connection. Anything he did to her, felt less like something he was doing to bring her pleasure, but himself. Meanwhile, everything she did to him carried all the eroticism of washing dishes. Luckily, he was content with just once a week, which made it bearable.

A few months before they got married, they found a town home to rent. Having the extra bill, Shannon dropped her gym membership. Slowly she started putting the weight back on. At first, it actually made her look more feminine as it smoothed over her large musculature frame. Unfortunately it kept going. She would sometimes look in the mirror at her fatness and contemplate suicide, but she was too afraid of death to go through with it.

When 2003 rolled around, they decided to buy a house. The found a nice, fixer upper about a block from Shannon's mom's house. While the looked nice, Shannon couldn't help feel a sense of dread in the house. It was always a little too dark, too cold. She felt uncomfortable in it alone for the longest time. Residual damage from the drug the coven had given her, she reasoned.

The two poured everything they had into fixing the place up: new doors, windows, floors, cabinets, bathtub, vanity, no room was left untouched. One day, while installing French doors in the library, Shannon looked over and saw Sam just staring at her with a proud look on his face.

"What?" she asked with a laugh and a smile.

"I never realized how bloody good you are at this."

Shannon blushed with pride. "Thanks. I actually took carpentry and cabinetry in high school. I enjoyed it. I like working with wood, making things."

"So why don't you get into that then? You're always saying how you hate warehousing. Skilled trades pay pretty decent money."

"Some skilled trades do, not all; and carpentry isn't one of them. One, the market is saturated. Every jerk with a circ saw, hammer, and pick-up truck thinks they're a carpenter. Also the industry is extremely sexist.

"I remember when I was in Vo-tech, they were so sure a girl would never take the course, they had turned the girl's bathroom into a storage closet. Even after I joined, that's what they kept it as. Every time I had to go to the bathroom, I had to step over boxes of nails and glue.

"One time I had to go and the instructor needed something, I forget what, and he had to wait until I was done. He was super pissed. He gave me the death stare as I walked out. As soon he goes in, I hear him say, 'Damn girl has this place smelling like a French whore house'."

"That's bloody awful!" Sam exclaimed, angry, indignant, and surprised.

Shannon shrugged. "I tried finding a job in the industry, but I kept getting turned down. Eye fucked as well. Eye fucked and rejected, that's what my interview process was like."

Sam went over and hugged his wife, which shocked Shannon, but she took it as the show of support it was meant as.

"I would apologize on behalf of my gender, but most of blokes don't deserve it," he said sympathetically but with an undercurrent of anger.

"Well thanks, but it is what it is. Besides, I'm afraid of heights anyhow. So at least the construction end wouldn't have been a good fit."

And so life went on. Shannon drifted in and out of bands, they bought new cars, finished up the house, Shannon got a new drumset, and they got a couple of pets. In 2006, they went to Australia to visit his family. Shannon felt even more rotund compared to all the svelte beach bunnies she saw.

Shannon thought life might not be perfect, but at least it was acceptable. By every measure, she had achieved the American Dream. She was loved, comfortable, and she got to enjoy her free time. They traveled every weekend and always exploring new things and places. If it didn't feel so fake and empty, she might have actually enjoyed it.

[nextstopcafe]

i got my yearly eval that said i need to be better in p much all aspects. and i'll try to be more precise and more on time but also i still have no loyalty to this place. over the winter i think i wanna get into making paper mache masks, and then in RI a cabinetry job while i'm doing scientific illustration, and then frm there jst apply to interesting jobs and drive around to different places. artist residencies and wwoofing and theater set and prop making and animal sanctuaries and nature centers and if i can get strong enough, summer canoe guides and stuff like that. i just need to get a van and a little more fabrication experience.