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[amazinggates123]

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[twbasketcase]

Transitional Deck DC Metro Ideas for a medium-sized, open-air transitional backyard deck renovation

[houseofgates23]

If you are looking for aluminium driveway gates to secure your property, our Aluminium gates are available in a variety of styles and designs to fit your needs.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Usually, when I see an intriguing home that's not for sale, I can find it on Airbnb. Here's the La Selva Beach House in California. It's small- has 1bd, 1ba. Apparently, it was on the market, but was removed.

Small sitting area as soon as you enter, has a fireplace, but there's a long banquette with a table & stools for seating.

Looking down from the balcony to the living room, you can see that the banquette provides lots of living room seating.

It has a great kitchen with high-end appliances, if you want to cook on vacation.

This would be a perfect little house for living in full-time.

I like the stairs. I also like the architectural detail of the column and the arched doorway.

The stairs are a little small.

The bedroom has interesting windows and a built-in bench.

The door opens to a terrace.

Cute bowl tub in the lovely bath.

Take a shower with a plant.

Outside there's a privacy fence and a lovely sculptural gate.

The grounds are stunning.

Isn't this gorgeous?

Stairs to access the terrace from outside.

I don't know the dimensions of the lot, but it looks quite large.

The front yard and road.

The home is surrounded by dense trees so it's very private.

And, this is the large driveway.

https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/929848789857069026?

[nthspecialll]

There is something ever so saddening about riding around in the epilogue and seeing all of the open fields or beautiful forests I used to ride through, because who cares about roads, being fenced in, a house in the middle and a sign by the gate "For sale, H. Fisher, Annesburg Brooker." It breaks my heart every time I think about the Heartlands tamed, no longer a beautiful open area but a city that completely leveled nature and chased off the animals.

[cityof2morrow]

3-in-1 Supermarket 001

Published: 1-13-2024 | Updated: 1-15-2024 (Counter 1/4 FIX) SUMMARY The 3-in-1 Supermarket collection (Simmons, 2023) includes items from Asamo Sims (2005), Sims Connection (2006), and Simplan-X (2006), edited and expanded. Mix and match items to create your own, unique supermarket design.

DETAILS Requires all EPs/SPs §100-700 | Buy Mode All files with “MESH” in their filenames are REQUIRED for all textures/recolors to show properly. To use the SmartGarden Kiosk, you must have the Planting Overhaul mod (Lamare and Tvickiesims, 2023) installed. Finally, you need one of the following: Shift Everything (Lamare, 2022) OR Object Freedom 1.02 (Fway, 2023). Some recolors may be bundled in the same file, so be careful deleting swatches in-game. Some objects may need to be shifted upward once for ideal placement.

WARNING: The SmartMarket Kiosk, SmartGarden Kiosk, and TV objects have pulsing, flashing, and glowing light effects. If you are sensitive to visual noise, download the LIGHT SENSITIVE version of this set. Only use ONE version in-game at a time. ITEMS Hanging Grocery Bags (Deco) (896 poly) Area Dividers 001-002 (Deco) (59 poly) Barrier Gate (334 poly) Barrier Fence (910 poly) - *not in the collection file. Basket (292 poly) Cash Register (533 poly) Cabinets (Deco) (408-548 poly) Cleaning Deco (1295 poly) Counter 001 (240 poly) Counter 002 (32 poly) Counter 003 (264 poly) Counter 004 Bagstation1  (240 poly) Counter 005 Bagstation2 (184 poly) Counter 006 (286 poly) Boxed Foods Display (396 poly) Shopping Cart (Shelf) (776 poly) Counter Shelf (417 poly) Displays 001-004 (Deco) (206-470 poly) Display 005 (Functional Grocery Bin) (1910 poly) – purchase groceries by clicking on any part of the object; place a shelf inside for additional storage/sale space. Display 006 (Functional Fridge) (738 poly) – store/sell spoilable food items. Display 007 (488 poly) Fridge Shelf (Functional) (834 poly) – store/sell spoilable food items. Shelves & Half Shelves (Left, Right, Center for each) (10-62 poly) SmartMarket and SmartGarden Kiosks (~1472-1650 poly) – purchase groceries, seeds, and fertilizer respectively. Supermarket Sign (2-Story) (352 poly) TV Display (1276 poly) DOWNLOAD (choose one) REGULAR VERSION from SFS | from MEGA LIGHT SENSITIVE VERSION from SFS | from MEGA *A known game bug may disable some shelf slots. If you cannot access more than 2 slots on the hosiery/lingerie racks (the ones with 4 or 6 bars), download ONE these fixes: MORE_Custom-objects-placeable-on-shelves (Numenor, 2006) MORE_Custom-objects-placeable-on-shelves+LOCKEDTILES (Numenor, 2006) Object Freedom 1.02 (Fway, 2023) CREDITS Thanks: AL Wood Actions/Reducing GUIDs/OBJs (@hugelunatic, 2022). Sources: Any Color You Like (@curiousb, 2010), Basket Cage (H.A., n.d.), BBNiche1Master (BuggyBooz, 2012), Beyno (Korn via BBFonts), Cubic Dynamics (EA/Maxis), DOECHII Screen Kiosk (retr0black, 2022 via Creative Commons Attribution), EA/Maxis, Great Groceries Display (Balkopat, 2020), Grocery Store Part 1 (Jacky93sims, 2023; Severinka, 2022; Bodegababy, 2021), Kitchen Basic (Hafiseazale, 2016; BuggyBooz 2008), Kitchen Basic Extras (Hafiseazale, 2016; BuggyBooz, 2010), Offuturistic Infographic (Freepik), One More Slot Package (OMSPs) (SilentLucidity, 2009), Planting Overhaul (@lamare-sims and @tvickiesims, 2023), Shop Essentials (Simplan-X, 2006), Shopping Set (Asamo Sims, 2005), Supermarket (JC/Sims Connection, 2006), Images (Iskisoon, 2023; Macrovector, 2023; 2022; 2019; Photographeaasia, 2023; Freepik, 2023; Upklya, 2022; Rawpixel).

[attapullman]

I'm in the mood for some angst 🤭

“i’m here now. i know i wasn’t before. but i should’ve been. and i’m not going anywhere. i’m not gonna let that happen again.” w/ neighbour!bob – @bobgasm

Nope, I definitely didn't make myself sad writing this 🥺 neighbor!Bob better come comfort me rn

Drabble Day

If you close your eyes, the caramelly sweet scent of chocolate chip cookies, blueberry muffins, and banana bread invade your senses. When you open them, you’re affronted with the same neighborhood bitches you’ve spent all afternoon with.

This wasn’t the plan. You never would have signed up for four long hours of the bake sale with every gossipy neighbor you have. Sitting at this table where they’ve done nothing but make passive aggressive notes about your yard, taste in curtains, and how you really should have someone come out to quote you a new fence gate. If hell had a name, it was the annual bake sale.

Bob was supposed to be with you, sampling products that looked too good to pass and laughing over the flooding between your yards that neither of you could find the cause. You’d even worn the dress that he’s complimented more than once. Where was he?

When the clock hit the hour, you made the flimsiest excuse you could and beelined your way back home. You wouldn’t be able to drive by the elementary school again without shuddering. Home and an early night in were your only saviors now, your normal knight in armor missing in action.

An early night was optimistic, you mused, as the sun went down and you were still up. Sitting at the kitchen table nursing a cup of cocoa, tension tight in your shoulders as the words from that afternoon hung from them. Where had he been? How could he have left you to fend for yourself? He’d always been your partner in crime, and you’d been left alone.

The first tear rolls down too easily.

The knock on your back door makes more fall, knowing only one person could be on the other side. The one person you want to see, but also don’t.

The door opens and there he stands, still in a flight suit, hair matted down along his sweat-and-fuel-streaked face. The most compassionate eyes filled with an apology.

“I’m so sorry.” His own words are choked, knowing he’s let you down. The mission controlled his schedule, no exceptions for bake sales. Bob pulls you in to cry into his chest, a hand stroking down your back. “Are you okay? What happened? Please don’t cry, my sweet girl.”

Hot breaths blow back on your skin as you try to regulate yourself. But his presence is safe and your emotions need release. He listens so patiently as you tell him everything they said, pausing to let out pained sobs.

“I’m here now. I’m here now, you’re not alone.”

Reality is lost as you find comfort in him, his soothing hands and soft whispers calming your soul. Your head tucked into his chest, reassured by the gentle beat of his heart. A sob nearly breaks out again when he pulls back slightly to look you in the eyes, his hands smudging oil along your neck as he cradles you softly.

“I’m here now. I know I wasn’t before, but I should’ve been. And I’m not going anywhere. I’m not gonna let that happen again,” he promises you. “Admiral Simpson is going to have to shoot me out of the sky to keep me from you again.”

[k-atsukibakugou]

w/c: 0.6k tw: femme reader, reader smoking cigarette, daddy issues lmao, endeav*r a lil rough i'm so sorry for what he does to me LMAO

your lighter crackled with life, the flame flickering even as you tried to shield it from the steady breeze blowing by you, only just getting it to the cigarette at your lips before it extinguished entirely, the metallic click of it flicking closed echoing in the quiet night. your eyes fluttered closed at the first, euphoric suck in of the smoke, the nicotine already rushing to your head.

with a long breath out, you leaned further into the wall, slowly releasing the silvery smoke in a controlled stream out of your nose, studying the way the coils of smoke dissipated into the starry sky. tapping the butt, you watched the ash fall to the floor, the unhealthy habit melting the tension from every single muscle with every deep inhale of the toxicity.

exhilaration flooded your veins the longer you held the cigarette between your fingers, lipstick already staining the filter after two puffs from the stick.

standing a couple feet away from your neighbours fence, still hidden from the lamplight of your parents own front gate, you tap the cigarette once more, indifferent to your neighbour stepping out onto the pavement with you; clad head to toe in clothing you’re sure that has more zeroes on the end than necessary. a hero's salary clearly more than enough for a cashmere sweater or two.

“you’re still leaving ash on my doorstep?” his voice is as disapproving as it was when your mother moved in, when you snuck out here for your first cigarette, when he first scolded you like a child for smoking, lecturing you like he was your father. you expected nothing less from endeavor, ever critical of your impudence, your blatant lack of respect. even in the dark, he’s analysing you, cerulean eyes flashing with disapprovement at the height of your boots, the bare skin high on your thighs, the curling smoke of your cigarette still burning between your chipped fingertips.

everything about you was nothing short of a mess, something to be fixed, to be taught a lesson.

you ash your cigarette again at your feet, the ash glowing beside your boots for hardly a second before lifting the smoke back to your lips once more. he didn’t like the colour of it on your lips, he longed to wrangle you, to make you listen, to clean you up into something respectable. not some angsty twenty-something still hiding her cigarettes from her parents. he’d make you into something useful.

“sure it’s not from that temper of yours?” his eyes blazed staring into yours, your eyebrows quirked in a faux innocence he was familiar with, a smirk threatening to break your expression when he stepped closer. his intimidating stature blocked out the lamplight above his doorway, shadowing you in darkness, only the glow left of the cigarette’s cherry lighting up the sly grin on your lips.

“mind your manners, young lady.”

you snort, sucking in another mouthful of smoke, letting it escape you again in a laugh when your eyes lock with his, “what does it matter to you, huh? you’re not my father.”

your lips close around the end once more, stubborn eye contact never breaking when you sucked in another toxic breath, picking yourself up off the solid wall, an eyebrow quirking waiting for his response. making one last bad decision, your lips formed a perfect pout, blowing your breath back out, the stream of smoke aimed directly at his set jaw.

a hot, scarred hand displaced the smoke, gripping the back of your neck, holding you still under his burning eyes, the jolt forcing your cigarette to the ground below his feet, stamped out by the hulking man.

“maybe if your daddy had taught you some respect, i wouldn’t need to.”

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[sparklepocalypse]

Thank you thank you for the tags today, @eusuntgratie, @onthewaytosomewhere, and @orchidscript, and on Sunday, @ninzied, @cha-melodius,

@anincompletelist, and @kiwiana-writes!

Today you get even more content from my upcoming @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic, which I am still writing even though I'm tier 2, lmao:

Seven Sisters has the best smithy and farrier anywhere in Duval County, and Alex heads straight for the blacksmith's shop once they ride through the town gate in the late afternoon. He’s been a regular customer here for years — first with his Appaloosa mare Bramble, before she’d gotten too old to take on bounty jobs and retired to a life of luxury in Nora’s stable, and now with Fuller. When the brass bell over the door jingles, announcing his entry, the smithy calls out, “Be right with you!” over the sound of heavy hammer against hot iron. Alex leans against the front counter and waits patiently while Henry lets his curiosity get the better of him and turns in place, taking in all the wrought iron and forged steel goods for sale, from fire pokers to sample lengths of fencing. The hammering stops, and a moment later, the smithy, grinning broadly and approaching them both, declares boisterously, “Alex Claremont-Diaz, as I live and breathe! Lord, you’re a sight for sore eyes.”

[thesamoanqueen]

Way back Home

Raiting: 14+

Warnings: Angst; Fluff; The drama I dont want to talk about…

A/N: Morning break before WM39 and Im here to throw some angst around 'cause I'm going to have a meltdown tomorrow and that's it. Enjoy.

They had moved away from the city center for a while, streets were almost empty now, it must have been a residential neighborhood. Or so she thought, there were so many trees on the properties that it looked like a jungle out there and almost made houses disappear. Roman continued to swerve and follow the directions, but Y/N had looked at the map and there didn't seem to be anything nearby at all.

- Where we going? - she asked curiously, looking away from the window and at him, with that expression.

- I want to show you a thing – he announced with a smile, his attention still on the road, although by now there was no one except them.

Silently she looked out again, trying to understand. It was clearly a residential part of the city, an upmarket one probably. The streets and sidewalks were neat, the houses hardly visible, but the letterboxes and fences were, and even those made a decidedly good impression. She really didn't understand what there could be to see in such a place, perhaps a foundation, a small private museum maybe? a club? There was a connection to the bay across the river out there somewhere… all those trees were confusing her, it looked like a maze.

- We've been in the car for hours Ro.

- Are you tired?

- No, but you're keeping to go around, with all these houses, the empty streets... it seems like the beginning of an horror movie in which a serial killer drags a girl to his cabin in the middle of the Florida swamps and chains her there to torture her - she joked with a snort and Roman laughed, turning to face her for a moment.

Yes, she was exaggerating and yes, she was getting impatient, she knew it.

- There are some good people living here Y/N and if there was a chance one of us was a serial killer, it wouldn't be me. We both know that.

- True, but-

- Be good. Its here - Roman stopped her, slowly taking the last cross.

The news silenced her immediately and she moved her eyes to the road, which after the wide curve became a shaded and empty strip of asphalt. There were black railings along the sides and a few light stone pillars to space everything out, but no houses could no longer be see. Maybe there were some, but the properties must have been larger than what she had seen coming this far and after a few seconds, she realized the street wasn't even that long. It ended in a roundabout beyond which they had placed an elaborate iron gate and a lay-by with an intercom.

- What's beyond the gate? - she asked again as Roman rolled down the window to press the button just below the "for sale" sign.

- Not a cabin. – she heard him joking, before someone opened to let them in.

She had a few days off that week. A break in anticipation of what would soon happen and for which everyone would have to give their all. The idea of going home hadn't even crossed her mind for a second. It's not that she didn't like it, but she spent so much time away from there that it became a warehouse for the things she couldn't keep in her suitcase and with the mood she was in, Y/N really didn't want to set foot there to get away the plug. She needed to keep herself busy, to distract herself and continue to be absorbed by work had been one of her ways to overcome those moments for years. She had taken a car and driven almost half a day to get there, a flight would have been more practical, but sitting looking out a window with headphones on helps you think and she didn't want to. It was already afternoon when she had opened the door of the hotel room where she would stay until the next show and she had to take a shower. Leaving the suitcases in a corner and together with them her heels, she took off the earrings, rings and necklace, looking at her phone one last time.

The last message was from that morning. No calls, no news. He had yet another busy day. She took a picture of the city from the window to send it to Roman, an excuse to find out if he was all right and turned off the screen, breathing deeply to regain control, while she turned on the TV to fill the silence a bit and lock herself inside the bathroom.

Work had sucked her in one day and spat her out the next in a worse state than the previous one, Roman wasn't there, he wouldn't even be there the following week and to her it really seemed like an endless nightmare. She heard her co-workers talk, saw the show go on, people sit and stand as usual, but Y/N had the impression of being stuck in quicksand. She had tried to keep busy, to wear herself out physically, she had agreed to go out with some friends in an attempt to distract herself and resume a normal life, but just like with quicksand, moving had made things worse. She slept badly at night, head always elsewhere, clinging to those few moments in which Roman showed up and then disappeared again. She couldn't go on like the others if she didn't let go first and part of her, more than a part to say the truth, was refusing to do it… even to her own detriment. She should have faced things, cleared up, faced reality for her own good, but she was worried about Roman not herself. She trusted him, but knew how big the change was, how hard it could be to loosen his grip and lose control of something he'd driven and been responsible for for years and she didn't want him to go through it alone.

He didn't need her and had clearly chosen to keep her out of that phase of his life, yet Y/N felt she had to be there for him at that moment, she wanted to be there, to support him and in her own small way reassure him, even if her role it boiled down to a few texts and a couple of calls. Y/N'd never been the kind of woman who would give herself up to a man, her priorities had always taken precedence, but this time she just wasn't able to.

The garden looked like a little paradise, a peacefull island in the middle of nowhere. Nothing could be seen beyond the trees and the outline of the hill behind which the river flowed into the sea. There were other houses around it, yet everything seemed to be there to shield the place from the rest. Distracted, she watched the clear water of the pool stir in the wind and only when Roman sank onto the couch next to her, she turn around smiling. Y/N hadn't imagined something like this when he'd asked her to stay in Florida with him for a few days, but it had been fun.

- So, does it deserve a vote? - she heard him ask seriously, arm sliding behind to caress her bare shoulder.

- The color of the walls at the entrance is horrendous, this is not Tahiti – she reflected just as seriously.

- It can be changed.

- And living room and dining room should be reversed. There is more light on that side of the house, the windows are wider. It's strange that no one thought of it…

- Something else? - Roman inquired, looking at her with the tip of a smile.

- No, the floors are beautiful, bathrooms and fornitures too with all that marble. Rooms are huge and the garden alone is half the value of the entire house, your parents will love it.

Y/N couldn't say she knew them well, but she'd spent time with them for a variety of reasons, from PPVs to trips that Naomi and the twins had taken her and Roman was their copy. They loved having family together, keeping busy in the outdoors, that house would be perfect for everything. He had chosen well and the thought made her instinctively reach out to stroke his beard: he was a walking guarantee fund.

- It's not for my parents, my mother would be angry if I spent money on them. Its for me.

The carelessness with which he said it astounded her and Y/N hand slid down his arm as she stared at him in silence.

For him? Buying another house? Did he want to move or he just want a second house? Did make sense to have a second house so close to the first? Same state? When had that idea occurred to him? Why was the first time she heard that story? And what was she doing there with him?

- You take me to choose your house? – she asked confused, while he insisted on stroking her shoulder.

Because during their visit it didn't seem like he had already decided to take it and just wanted to show it to her. The real estate agent had asked him what was his first impression. First. Had he taken her to choose a house with him? It's not the kind of thing you do with… well, she wasn't that one for him. Maybe she was misunderstanding things, she must have misunderstood. That was a life choice to share with someone special and yes, they were more than friends, they had a unique relationship in their own way and they had added quite a few, lot, benefits over the last year, but that was a serious thing.

- You have more taste than me and it's an important step. I wanted you to be there – Roman admitted without too much trouble and Y/N abruptly swallowed the boulder that had risen down her throat.

They weren't that. There wasn't that between them. It would have been nice, but it wasn't like that, she knew it. She was, she… it was just her misunderstanding, because he had a natural talent for attracting attention and destroying pussies in any way possible. This one was new and unexpected, but still a way.

- You should have brought your mama or one of your sisters, it's an investment.

- I'm old enough to know how to manage my life. I wanted you. - he insisted and Y/N made an effort with all herself to remain lucid on that patio, because the moment he said it, her mind had gone elsewhere.

He wanted her. He had chosen her for a step like this. And it wasn't a fallback, he'd planned it because they'd planned those days in Florida together weeks ago, not out of the blue. Roman had really wanted her to be there with him, to be next to him and it was a good feeling. She knew well that they weren't planning anything, that it wasn't about choosing a house for some kind of future and that things between them wouldn't change once they stepped out of that gate again, but it was still a good feeling. Knowing that he wanted her with him, that somehow she needed her support. It was comforting.

She felt his hand tighten lightly on her shoulder and instinctively followed suit, squeezing hers on his arm, an uncontrolled smile creeping across her lips when she saw him smiling a little bit too. He was so-

- That area can be expanded if you want, maybe put in some children’s games, all permits are in place. - the real estate agent broke in out of nowhere, without even trying to hide her knowing look.

- Add them to the contract and let's review everything - she heard Roman add, with a cocky smile and the woman’s eyebrows raised so much that they almost touched her bangs, as she returned inside the house.

Whether it was because of his smile or the idea of having closed a contract with all those zeros was not clear.

In the last two months so much had changed for her… and Y/N really couldn't understand when that jump into the void after a bad moment had become everything. Maybe it was inside his private bus on the road to Charlotte or maybe on the trip to Portland with Jey and Jimmy. She remembered the endless days in the stadiums, breakfasts in the car and nights in the parking lots or inside hotel rooms before leaving again the following day. The night in the gym when she had decided to go over the limit and he hadn't hesitated for a moment, even tearing the air out of her lungs to fuck her senseless, the moments together that lasted a life or the absurd day when she had seen him sign a check for that which had become his new home with her next to him.

He had been in and out of that house for the past two months, planning and planning perhaps even with someone else next to him, while she waited for him, only suspecting what was inside his head and silencing her own. Y/N didn't want to think about it, she didn't want to focus on that, it would have been useless and more painful than it already was. She just wanted to be there for Roman. And so firm in her purpose, she waited for him to finish his round of greetings and let himself fall in the locker room next to her.

- That was a big pop - she recalled, still hearing the noises of people in her ears as Roman entered the ramp with Paul.

It was amazing how everything changed when he was around. For people it was moments, but for her it had become something else and being able to be there, alone, even if it was just a little, made her feel better.

- It played well yes… I like your hair – he commented, turning to look at her with a smile.

- Thank you. – she said softly, moving playful on of her twists from the shoulder and Roman nodded slowly, returning to stare at the floor of the locker room.

Having the opportunity to spend time away from that routine was doing him good, he was physically less tired, but there was still something wrong, she could see it.

- I have to thank you.

- For the hair?

- You know what I'm talking about Y/N – he said heavy, turning back to look at her and she felt her stomach crumple, because he had always been able to see beyond her and Y/N had almost forgotten how it was like.

He had chosen to keep her on the sidelines of that story from the first moment, whether because he wanted to face it alone or because her place wasn't at his side, Y/N really didn't know and wouldn't even ask. Not with Roman, not with how she felt about him. It hurt and she wished badly for things to be different, no matter what had or hadn't happened between them in nearly a year, but she was happy, immensely happy, that he was aware of her attempts to be there for him. Because it was all she ever wanted and it was worth it.

- Don’t say that. There’s no need. – she denied quickly, gritting her teeth so as not to collapse and let everything flow all over her, but Roman stopped her when her shoulders hadn't even had time to physically shake off those words.

Something was already ringing somewhere, probably a reminder for who knows what appointment or communication, but neither of them turned to check, not this time, not yet. Y/N felt his hand caress her cheek as it hadn't done for a long time and a part of her, the one beyond the impeccable facade, the one that had thrown herself upon him for comfort and was now seeking him like air, curled up in that point as if it were home.

- I had to do it. Another month, just one. – he swore seriously, rubbing her cheekbone with his thumb, eyes devouring her as they did every time they met.

It was a bad time of the year in their parallel universe to make promises and predictions for the future, but Roman was a man of his word and whatever came next, Y/N would go along with it anyway. That moment was enough for her to know that she was a safe road for him in that chapter of his life. Past or future. A month and then she would move on with her life, she could do it for him.

- Raise up. They are waiting for you.

One month. One.

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Genuinely so sick and tired of these ghouls going after scout for THE most bullshit reasons

Scout does literally everything within their poeer for their cattle but these people expect them to be god

A cow had an accident and died in the night? "Wouldn't of happened to my animals" shut up

Its muddy? "Scout should know better" they were literally scouring their state for woodchips and constantly laying down straw and working on a fence so they could put their cattle in a larger grassoer pasture shut up

Scouts renting land? "I wouldnt breed animals unless i owned my own land" literally shut the fuck up that one was the worst

I hate these people so much and now they're comparing scout to the Ramsay loft?! Excuse me!

A lot of people think they’re immune to their animals having freak accidents, but they’re not. Everyone I know who has large groups of animals, especially outdoor animals such as livestock, has had one or two freak accidents here or there. It’s a tragedy, but it happens. No matter how hard you try to babyproof the outdoors, it’s never going to protect against every possible incident an animal can get into. I’ve known several people to have cows get a foot caught in a hole a wild animal dug overnight and fall, breaking their leg in a way euthanasia is the only option for them. I’ve known a horse to force its head through a gate to eat grass on the other side, get stuck, panic severely, and pull the gate on top of itself and keep panicking until its neck was broken. I’ve known several cases where a raccoon literally pulls a good sized bird piece by piece through mesh overnight. I’ve even had a distressingly large amount of people I know who have had their cattle struck by lightning and killed immediately.

Things happen. It’s extremely tragic. But it’s unhinged to compare the person who does everything in their power to save calves at sale barns that were considered lost causes to the person who was fully in support of some guy amputating his live pigeon’s wing with some kitchen shears. People are so obsessed with trying to turn me against Scout and I don’t understand why but I do know it ticks me off that people talk about them like this.

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The real estate ad says this gorgeous 1927 Spanish Colonial in San Antonio, Texas is a great opportunity to restore an historic home. But, I hope it doesn't mean that someone will come along to gut and modernize this nearly 100% original home. I would rather just repair and paint the amazing 4bd, 2ba, 3.5ba building and leave the architecture as it is. Let's go thru it.

Isn't this entrance hall fabulous? Original double doors that need refinishing, floral tile floors and wrought iron inserts on the windows, plus wrought iron gates. Also an original light fixture and door chime.

The dramatic, huge iron gates open to the great room.

Behold the great room. Original tile floors, columns, arches, a balcony, and a mezzanine. The wrought iron on the left show the stairs. And, the gold corbels in the corners are so beautiful.

These 2 photos show the umbrella shape of the incredible ceiling with corbels in each corner. I can picture someone taking all the iron down and lowering the ceiling, making it flat.

Off the great room, they must've had a game room and it looks like they left a vintage pool table. The ceiling needs repair, the walls need touch up and paint. The floor could use a sanding and refinish.

The wonderful chunky old pool table is hiding the fireplace, and there's a fabulous one behind it. Love the curve and shape of the ceiling.

Off the game room is a dining room. Again, it will need a few tweaks. But, the doors, wrought iron, etc., are in good shape. The brass fixture is original but may have to be rewired and polished.

The owners put in new appliances but I would sell them, then buy the retro look ones.

I love the kitchen. It needs some tile repair and stuff, but it's mostly original, especially the cabinets and the range hood. You know someone's gonna gut this and completely modernize it.

Oh, damn, looks like that one iron inset is broken. Up here on the mezzanine the beautiful railing has to be repainted or stripped.

It's so nice up here.

Looking down at the great room. Love this house so much.

This must be a bedroom and that's probably the "closet" behind the drapes. Look like there's a balcony, too.

Cute smaller room.

Look at this wonderful vintage bath. Toilet's new, but you can see the outline of the old one. There's an original sink and medicine chest.

And, this would be the 3rd bd.

Oh, look at this- original tub. The pedestal sink looks like a good repro and at least some of the tile is original. There's also a shower on the right.

I would say that this large room with the fireplace is the primary bedroom. Beautiful.

What a great big outdoor space to entertain. It's covered and on each wall is a lantern light- can you imagine how pretty they would look at night?

Lovely fenced yard. You can see the bedroom balconies, too. Could probably fit a pool back here. The lot is 9,060 sq. ft.

From here you can see that it has a port cochere and a garage. Also, above is that wonderful covered deck.

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the one post I saw about burning man on here has missinfo (breaking event so understandable) and a pretty unsympathetic tone (I get it fyre fest or whatever but it is a former arts event that has been around since the 80s a lot of people did not have reason to expect stranded by the weather like this)

there is so much funny and interesting about this event even beyond the rich people stuck in the mud element

if you get a chance to skim the "Event timeline" portion of the Wikipedia article its a mix of creative themes and facts about mishaps

but to summarize the general history and give you a sense of how chaotic this event has been for the last almost 40 years

this event which started as an art collective and encouraged leave no trace trash policies as well as decomodification, a gifting/barter economy, and "radical inclusion and self expression" slowly changed into something critisised as less participatory and more influencer-baity which, when contrasted with the earlier emphasis on self reliance, is a recipe for trouble

By 1988, Larry Harvey formally named the summer solstice ritual "Burning Man" by titling flyers for the happening as such. This was apparently done to ward off references to "wicker man", the reputed Celtic pagan practice of burning live sacrifices in human-shaped wicker cages. Harvey has stated that he had not seen the 1973 cult film The Wicker Man until many years after and claims it did not inspire the action.

THE SOLSTICE BONFIRE OF A HUMAN EFFIGY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE MOVIE ???

In 1990, a separate event was planned by Kevin Evans and John Law on the remote and largely unknown playa, known as the Black Rock Desert, about 110 miles (180 km) north of Reno, Nevada.[26] Evans conceived it as a dadaist temporary autonomous zone with sculptures to be burned and situationist performance art. He asked John Law, who also had experience on the dry lake and was a defining founder of the Cacophony Society, to take on central organizing functions of the events. In the Cacophony Society's newsletter, it was announced as Zone Trip No. 4, A Bad Day at Black Rock (inspired by the 1955 film of the same name).

there was a whole OTHER desert art party but this one openly inspired by a CRIME DRAMA?

so anyway several of these desert events of varying artistic and seasonal relevance got merged and grew through word of mouth, Wikipedia gives this insane sentence

1991 was also the year that art model and fire dancer (and later Burning Man's first art director) Crimson Rose attended the event.

this is very much something that started small

There were about 20 participants the first year, and approximately 100 in the second and third year. The annual, several weeks-long event, was held over summer Solstice at various fertile hot springs surrounding the desert. Participants built art and participated in self-directed performances.

and only became a public event in the mid 90s

Some key organizers of Burning Man were also part of Desert Siteworks [...] Hence, the two events saw much cross-pollination of ideas and participants.[...] 1996 was the first year a formal partnership was created to own the name "Burning Man" and was also the last year that the event was held in the middle of the Black Rock Desert with no fence around it.

the year it became a public event 2 deaths happened in the space between camp sites

Harvey insisted that the [crash] had not occurred at Burning Man, since the gates were not yet open. Another couple were run over in their tent by an art car driving to the "rave camp", which was at that time distant from the main camp. After the 1996 event, co-founder and partner John Law broke with Burning Man and publicly said the event should not continue.

so from the late 90s on there's a new location and much more regulations and formal ticket sales, shifting the tone firmly from loose artists commune/solstice bonfire into a more standard festival vibe with the aesthetic qualities of a Mad Max movie.

new rules include:

A grid street structure.

A speed limit of 5 mph (8 km/h)

A ban on driving, except for approved "mutant vehicles" and service vehicles.

Safety standards on mutant vehicles.

Burning of any art must be done on an approved burn platform.

A ban on fireworks.

A ban on animals.

in 2017 someone threw themselves into the flames

in April 2020 covid canceled the event, in September 1000 people tried to hold their own Burning man on a beach and San Francisco's mayor called them reckless and selfish. Similarly some people still showed up to the original location despite it's official cancelation.

in 2021 online events were planned

people showed up to the desert unofficially yet again, even more than in 2020

The Bureau of Land Management implemented restrictions including no structures other than shade structures and no fires other than campfires. There was a massive illuminated drone display outlining the Man instead of the burning of a Man effigy.

the event has had issues of trash, the flames releasing co2, gentrification by silicon Valley, diversity issues

so where we are at now is a lot of clueless and willfully ignorant people, mostly rich, several tech bros, going to an event that used to be an unregulated seasonal arts commune and is now an overpriced photo op with just as much drugs but way less active participation to the point of being like any standard music festival.

and it is in the desert.

and it has flooded for the first time in the event's history due to torrential rain. climate activists trying to block the only route to the event a few days ago make this especially symbolic as an example of dramatic weather conditions.

the mud is solidifying in heavy layers, people are stranded, there are no portable toilets working, they are on limited supplies, they are dressed for a party and celebrities are there and there is a real risk of trenchfoot but no ebola. someone died.

so yes hubris and schadenfreude at the rich people wading through muck during the escalating climate crisis. but also in addition to that a wild event with a wild history for which this is far from the first scandal. there's something to the counterculture and anarchic roots of the event, how they appropriated cultural practices, and how they were commodified in turn. how the pandemic interacted with the messaging of the event, how people with tech money and celebrities got involved, how the event is a particularly flashy and less sympathetic example of climate problems that have been hitting vulnerable communities for years now.