#tennis pavilion

[lashtuns]

Mediterranean Patio - Outdoor Kitchen a sizable image of a pergola in a tuscan backyard tile patio kitchen.

[lukemonaghan]

Pool Lap An illustration of a sizable Tuscan backyard with a uniquely shaped lap pool fountain

[servasco]

New York Container Garden Landscape Inspiration for a large traditional full sun backyard brick formal garden.

[dabblehq]

Mediterranean Pool - Pool Example of a large tuscan backyard custom-shaped and brick lap pool fountain design

[spookyblackconservative]

Outdoor Kitchen - Outdoor Kitchen

An illustration of a sizable Tuscan backyard kitchen tile patio design with a pergola

[equestrianvaulting]

Mediterranean Patio Patio - large mediterranean backyard tile patio idea with a fire pit and a pergola

[enoshimakuro]

Mediterranean Landscape A picture of a sizable brick outdoor sport court in the backyard of a Mediterranean home in spring.

[thejoshlange]

Poolhouse in Perth

Example of a large trendy backyard stone and l-shaped lap pool house design

[lenisbalenas]

Transitional Landscape - Pathway

This is an illustration of a sizable, full-sun, transitional backyard stone landscaping.

[playpointsports]

What is the difference between Badminton and tennis coaching styles

The equipment used in badminton and tennis is one of their most obvious parallels. Nets and rackets are the main pieces of equipment for both of these sports.

While the net for badminton is installed hanging, the net for tennis is installed hanging down to touch the court floor.

Perhaps tennis is more well-liked than badminton.

[literaila]

caught a bug

tasm!peter x fem reader

part two to this.

a/n: i am seriously sooo

*

“no, peter.”

“why not? no one will even be there. it’ll be just me and you… and possibly a couple of butterflies.”

he’s been trying to convince you to go to the butterfly pavilion with him for the last fifteen minutes. he even pulled up their website, showing you pictures of bugs that all looked the same and smiling adorably. he’s got a flush on his cheeks from all of his arguing.

where he got this idea, you’re not sure. why he’s so incessant on it, you know. he’s peter parker.

he practically lives to annoy you.

“i think i would rather die than feel a butterfly crawl on me.”

“we’ll get you some insect repellent.”

“then what’s even the point of going?” you ask him. you’re scrolling mindlessly on your phone; mostly just to avoid looking at him.

and drive him a little bit insane. whichever.

peter scoffs. “to go with me, of course. don’t you want to see a six foot long snake in a tree?”

“no, can’t say that’s ever been on my bucket list. or anyone’s.”

“it’s yellow,” he says, leaning towards you on your bed. he slyly—not—moved from your desk twenty minutes ago. and you try to pretend that you haven’t noticed him inching over. “please will you go with me? i’ll buy you a butterfly gift chain.”

“why would i go to a bug museum?” you ask him, lip twitching. you’re still not looking at him. “i’ve already got one of my own.”

from the corner of your eye you see his brow furrow. “who?”

you shrug. “you don’t know him.”

“i’m sure i do,” peter says, “who?”

“well, he lives off campus,” you look over to him, smiling. “i met him in class and he helped me with my homework… you know, things just went from there. he’s tall. rocking bod.”

peter is frowning.

you sign wistfully. “he’s also terribly annoying and he’s always buzzing around.”

and then you glance at him and he’s glaring.

“that’s not nice.”

“i might need to get one of those electric fly swaggers. you know the ones that look like tennis rackets? and they electrocute bugs?”

peter has his arms crossed. “i got that from the name.”

you pout, leaning towards him so you can ruffle his hair. “aww, peter,” you coo, “what’s wrong?”

he pushes your hand off, pretending to adjust his hair—even though there’s no real point to it. “what did i do to make you this mean to me?”

“i think it was the ‘sweetheart’ thing when we met.”

“what?” he frowns. “that’s endearing. like when your grandma says it.”

“it’s condescending. i don’t want a random man calling me sweetheart. especially when he’s trying to get a seat right next to me. i thought you were a frat boy.”

peter just stares at you with his mouth open.

“you’ve got the hair for it.”

his mouth closes, jaw clenched, and he glares at you again.

you laugh, hanging your head at him. “and anyway, why do you want to go to the butterfly pavilion? i didn’t even know we had one of those.”

peter looks away, swallowing. he shakes his head, and then he looks back to you, his usual smile is tight-lipped. “you don’t want to go to dinner, and you don’t want to get coffee. i just thought…”

“so your next resort was the butterfly pavilion?”

peter holds his hands up in defense. “hey, i figured no one’s ever asked you. i’m trying to beat the crowd.”

“it is literally just you and me.”

“the figurative crowd,” he rolls his eyes. duh. but then his weird smile is back, and he’s seriously looking at you. he clears his throat, readjusting, uncomfortable. “i’ve been meaning to ask you, though. why won’t you go to dinner with me?”

“huh?”

“or get coffee. i mean, i know we joke, but if there’s a reason…” he gestures with his head. “or another guy or something, i want to know. or if you’re just not…”

that into me.

peters face is so painfully neutral. he’s looking at you, except that he’s not. and you’ve never seen him quite like this.

you joke with him all of the time. mess with him like he’s someone you’ve known for decades, and not just four months. but his smile has never looked so fake.

apparently you’ve been staring at him for too long, because peter makes a noise. “sorry,” he whispers, but too loud. “i don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. i just don’t want to keep dancing around it, y’know?”

“you didn’t—“ you clear your throat, looking away from him. “it’s fine.”

he nods, and then he waits.

he gives you several heart attacks, and peter, well, this must be normal for him. making girls feel like their organs are going to fall out of their chest. asking them to random places that of course he likes, because he likes everything.

looking at them so patiently, just like he’s looking at you now. giving them that friendly smile, that evil smile that made you afraid of him in the first place.

you sigh. “i don’t know. i thought you were joking, mostly.”

“for the last three months?”

you look over at him, eyes deadpanned. “peter. you realize how unserious you are, right? like, this cannot be news to you.”

he nudges you. “i know. but there’s only so many times you can make the same joke before it gets old…”

you don’t want to tell him that it has gotten old. that you feel your heart sink a little lower every time he laughs about it, because reality is just…

just.

“well, you’re usually unbearable. how am i supposed to know when you’re being serious, or just annoying?”

peter laughs with his teeth.

“plus, it’s just…” you blow out a breath. “i mean, we’re different, peter. i don’t like doing things like going to dinner or museums. i’m not any good at them. actually, the only thing i feel any good at is being mean to you. that’s easy.”

“well, you’re doing a great job.”

you snort.

peter leans over to try and catch your eye. “it doesn’t matter if you’re good at it. i don’t care about that. and it just means that you need practice.”

“i’m not falling for the ‘we’ll just practice this’ bullshit trope, peter—“

“c’mon,” he says, groaning. “like i’d let you practice with me.”

you roll your eyes at him but lean back against the wall. letting your shoulder brush his.

“hey,” he whispers, moving closer.

“hmm?”

“you like me, though, right? you already know i like you.”

“do i?”

“i wouldn’t endure all of the pain you put me through if i didn’t.”

“true,” you say, sighing. “yeah, i like you, peter. i wouldn’t have let you in if i didn’t.”

peter smiles, a bit smugly and you scowl at him, hating the way that smile makes you feel.

“good,” he whispers, turning toward you. “that means i can do this…”

when peter parker kisses you, it’s like letting go of any doubts. it’s like getting a limb back after years of phantom pain.

it’s sweet and sort, and peters lips are as soft as they look, and so is his hair—

when he pulls back, he’s still wearing that smile. “so, will you go out with me?”

you tilt your head and pretend to think about it. “are you still going to buy me that keychain?”

peter laughs and he kisses you again.

*

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This is stunning. It's an estate built in 1988 in Danville, CA. The inspiration was Frank Lloyd Wrights famous masterpiece "Fallingwater." It has 7bds, 14ba, and it just had a price increase of $500K, for a total asking price of $10.5M + $745mo. HOA.

Isn't this beautiful? Walk in, and climb the stairs to a bridge. I wonder if they have someone to care for all the plants.

Look at the wood. That ceiling! And, then the varied stones and greenery. It looks like the bridge goes over a trough filled with river rock.

I wonder if the the plants and statuary convey. These floors look like slabs of stone or marble.

This is interesting. I've never seen a living room with the same furniture pieces facing one another. What symmetry.

There seem to be lots of levels and stairs.

Here's a bear by a waterfall.

The kitchen cabinets look like bamboo and it looks like they have stone counters.

We've never seen a kitchen quite like this. Some of the cabinets and appliances are set into stone.

This dining area is so large, it looks like an entrance hall with big glass doors and a fireplace. The floors are flagstone in some parts of the house.

Instead of a regular dining room table, they have the formal dining room set up like a restaurant. It looks like this floor is marble.

A wine cellar and a glass-enclosed tasting room. Very classy.

Kind of like walking thru a hi-end mall.

Here's the primary bedroom. It's quite large. There's a sitting area that looks like a living room and above there's a loft.

What a pretty bathroom, except that I don't like the carpet, but it was popular in the 80s.

There are so many places to sit. Lots of rocks and water features. Also notice how the ceiling changes.

Another bridge. You could get lost in here.

This secondary bedroom looks like a nice hotel room.

This looks like another entrance. It's beautiful. Look at the orange on the rock walls.

Have you ever seen a garage like this? It's for a car collection and features slivery columns and a row of chandeliers. What if you aren't a car collector? Maybe it could be a theater.

There's a bar in here.

This is an outdoor covered pavilion with a barbecue kitchen.

The grounds are gorgeous with paths, water features, and bridges.

It has a tranquil pool surrounded by plants.

The 4.54 acre property looks like a small town or mall. Note the tennis court on top of the roof of the garage, the fountain in the middle, all the greenery.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/81-Eagle-Ridge-Pl-Danville-CA-94506/18435730_zpid?

[numberonecodwomenfan]

yall i have a summer camp au on the brain…. i just love summer camp settings for fics idk theres just smth about them. this is all platonic for now obviously because they are thirteen but if i ever actually write something for this i might show them through the years at camp and add in some romance :3

imagine: a picturesque overnight summer camp with lakes and pools, a sports area with tennis courts and a soccer field, a big arts and crafts pavilion, the works. it’s a nice camp, and fairly expensive, too.

simon’s dad had relentlessly reminded him of that. he had told simon how grateful he should be, that his dad was willing to sacrifice so much money to send his son away to such a nice camp. simon was thirteen, but he wasn’t stupid- his father only paid for camp so he wouldn’t have to deal with simon for a few months. it was his first year at camp, but he was already hating it.

johnny, on the other hand, was thriving. he had been going to camp since he was seven, when he met his best friend kyle. they were inseparable at camp, and during the school year when they were forced to separate, they called and texted constantly.

once the thirteen year olds had been split up into their pre-determined cabins, johnny noticed someone new. usually, his cabinmates were the same twelve boys he had known for six years, but the angry looking boy with bright blond hair and his nose buried in a book about insects intrigued him.

simon, as johnny would soon come to learn, was almost painfully shy. quiet but intimidating upon first glance, but much like the insects simon could rattle off hours worth of facts about, under the harsh exoskeleton he seemed… sweet, almost. sure, johnny would have to poke and prod and worm (haha, get it) his way into simon’s good graces, but he had a few months to do it.

[theroyalsandi]

The Prince and Princess of Wales play table tennis against each other during their visit to Grange Pavilion | October 03, 2023

[brian-in-finance]

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Peebles Hydropathic Hotel, 1920s

Where 1881 Gin Distillery Began

The idea for The 1881 Gin Distillery came on a summer day, standing in front of the steps to our tennis pavilion on the front lawn. In the 1920s Peebles Hydro had more tennis courts than Wimbledon, and we hosted many a tournament at that time. Gin and tonic was a popular tipple, served on the lawn to the crowds that gathered to watch. Would it be possible to turn water to gin and create our own gin to honour the history of the hotel?

Peebles Hydro has never settled for received wisdom or conventional thinking. A gin distilled with local botanicals, and made with water drawn from a private spring? It’s unheard of – well, almost unheard of

We quickly discovered that the pavilion did not have enough space to house all of our gin distilling equipment. Undeterred, we decided to move production into the main hotel and so The 1881 Distillery was born – named after the date Peebles Hydropathic Hotel was first opened.

1881 Distillery

Video 📹 clip from YouTube

Remember… Forget Me Not Botanical Gin is distilled over a Victorian era swimming pool in the heart of the Scottish Borders.

[mixtapemag]

boygenius at forest hills stadium.

photos by christopher hall.

boygenius rolled their Re:Set music festival into a sold out Forest Hills Stadium on Saturday night. They are the best band in the universe at this moment. They are one body moving together - eyes, lungs and heart. An astounding combination of friendship and art. Their microphones voltroning together to form a hurricane gust of love for 100 minutes.

They blessed us with a brand new song - Boyfriends - on Saturday. Another deep sea plunge into the sublime. When one of your favorite bands plays something you've never heard before it sometimes lifts you off the soles of your feet. You have no reference to where it will go or how it will end. Each new note and chord change sending you somewhere you've never been before. Most of the time you go to concerts to hear the songs you've heard one thousand times before - to sing along, to bring you back to the moment you listened to it with someone else. From here on out, I'll remember who I was standing with on that tennis court whenever I listen to Boyfriends.

Previously on Mixtape:

Photos of boygenius at the fox theater.

Photos of boygenius at the premiere of "the film".

Photos of Lucy Dacus at All Things Go.

Photos of Lucy Dacus at Red Rocks.

Photos of Phoebe Bridgers at Roskilde.

Photos of Phoebe Bridgers with Special Guest Lucy Dacus at Forest Hills Stadium.

Photos of Phoebe Bridgers at Kilby Block Party 3.

Photos of Lucy Dacus at The Stone Pony.

Photos of Julien Baker at Fox Theater.

Photos of Phoebe Bridgers at Leaders Bank Pavilion.

Photos of Lucy Dacus at Brooklyn Steel - Night Two.

Photos of Lucy Dacus at Brooklyn Steel - Night One.

Photos of Lucy Dacus at Variety Playhouse.

Photos of Julien Baker at 9:30 Club.

Photos of Lucy Dacus at Forest Hills Stadium.

Photos of Lucy Dacus at Webster Hall.

Photos of Lucy Dacus at Moroccan Lounge.

Photos of Better Oblivion Community Center at Outside Lands.

Photos of Julien Baker at Amplify Decatur.

Photos of Lucy Dacus at Newport Folk Festival.

Photos of Boygenius at Brooklyn Steel.

Photos of Phoebe Bridgers at Newport Folk Festival.

Photos of Julien Baker at Shadow of the City.

Photos of Julien Baker in Prospect Park.

Photos of Julien Baker at White Eagle Hall.

Photos of Julien Baker at Union Transfer.

Photos of Julien Baker at Outside Lands.

Photos of Julien Baker at Newport Folk Festival.

Christopher Hall tweets over here. We're in Love.