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hometoursandotherstuff · 3 months

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Large, reasonably priced 1972 mid-century modern in Kokomo, Indiana. 4bds, 5ba, and it's original with loads of character. In this home, you have no choice but to embrace the funky, especially if you blow all your money on the mortgage. $299,900. There's a lot for the money here.

Double doors open to a stone wall w/a door and an open area to the right. Note the colorful brick pattern in the floor. Sort of looks like birds wearing bras.

If you should choose to go to the right, you will enter this gigantic living room (living/dining combo? Great room?). The carpeting is clean and in great condition.

Details of the fireplace with an asymmetrical design.

And, off to the side, enter the kitchen. Another large room with a double decker island. This home has been very well cared for and preserved.

Definitely an eat-in kitchen. Not only is the island large enough to sit at, but you can see the dinette space at the far end.

Back to the main hall, we go left to the other side of the house.

I don't know what this is. That window throws me off. Is it a dining room w/a kitchen service window? Must be.

These rooms sure are big. This must be the principal bedroom with huge closets and a terrace.

Plus, it has a walk-in cedar closet.

This original bath has a cool orange sink.

Yeah, that's got to be the dining room. Although I don't understand the layout. Note the original door bell chimes.

Here's another large room. It has built-in shelves.

This one has a built-in shelf, too. Looks like there may be an intercom on the wall next to the door.

This bath has a nice pink laminate counter and floral sinks. Everything is so perfect. Not a stain in sight.

Another cedar closet.

Gigantic ground floor level has a ballroom sized rec room.

Plus, a full sized kitchen with original appliances. Love the blue laminate and blue glass cabinet doors.

This is so cool- a big indoor pool with 2 slides and a diving board.

Oh, look, they left a pool table, cues and balls. Nice.

Will you select door #1, #2, or #3?

Utility room- that looks like a central vac unit on the right.

Huge garage with cabinets. Did they leave that John Deere tractor? No wonder this home has a pending sale, it's cool as hell.

.97 acre lot and it has a river on the property.

#mid century modern #MCM architecture #houses #house tours #home tour #homes under $400k

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mintmatcha · 1 year

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A singular light is on. The apartment is dim with diffused shadows, cast across the entryway from doorway to the dining room. As you take off your shoes, you're aware of a slow drumming-- tap, tap, tap, tap: fingers against the hardwood of the table. As you wander in, dropping your coat on the couch next to your husband's, you see the man in question. He's sitting there, expression more dour than usual.

"Sit down." Aizawa jerks his chin to the chair opposing him. For once he's still in his work clothes, his all black garb dusted at the knees and elbows. The sweats he usually changed into at still draped over the back of his chair, waiting for him.

"What is this?" You gesture to the scene before you, "Are you interrogating me or something?"

"Sit," he repeats, face flat. He's still wearing his boots, prosthetic still on. You're going to make him vacuum later. "We have to talk."

You slide into your seat, brow raised. Aizawa stares at you for a long moment before he leans back and grabs something from the floor. He tosses the item onto the table and taps his finger against it.

"What is this?" he asks. You pause for a second, expecting something scandalous, but then you process it and realize:

"It's the pack of boxer briefs you asked me to buy," you laugh a bit and Aizawa scowls deeper. His eye twitches at your amusement, "What?"

"You know what's wrong with this."

You look at the package again. It's the right size, the right material, the right cut-- you genuinely don't know what the issue is.

"It's... underwear."

"Look at it. Look." Aizawa taps the package, as if the answer is obvious.

"Honey-"

"You bought me." His voice cracks with really annoyance. "All Might underwear."

You shrug with a shake of your head, the breath of a laugh in your voice. "So? It was on sale."

Aizawa leans forward, taking the package in both hands and pointing to the designs. Most are just boldly colored, with bright blues and yellows, but the front most pair of briefs are spotted with All Might's face and name. It's gaudy, sure, but you're the only one seeing his underwear, so why should it matter?

"So?" Aizawa repeats back, "I work with the man, I can't wear his face on my fucking penis."

You lean forward to match him, shoulders bouncing with a laugh you're trying to swallow. "How would he know?"

"It doesn't matter if he knows, I'd know." Over dramatically, he tosses the package to the side and to the floor, face still scrunched with annoyance, "You have to return them."

"Again. They were on sale. I can't return them." You reach across the table for his hand, but he doesn't react, still staring at you with a curled lip. "I'll just wear them instead."

Aizawa groans.

"Absolutely not." He puts his head in his hands, hair falling over his eyes, "How could I ever look him in the eyes ever again? His face on your body."

"I guess you're not going to like my Dynamite thong then."

"Please tell me you're joking." Aizawa rubs his palms into his eyes, eyepatch moving back and forth, "He is my student, that's not funny."

"He was your student ten years ago," you remind him, "He's a grown man with merch now."

"Tell me you're joking. Tell me."

You stand, hands on your button fly, "Why don't you go check for yourself?"

"No." Aizawa finally looks up at you, expression almost pained, "We might never have sex again actually."

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 2 months

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If you look at the trademark application for American Riviera Orchard, you’ll see that she’s trademarking it through a newly registered in Delaware company called Mama Knows Best, LLC.

Infact when you dig into the domain names etc, it seems this was thrown together last minute aka 2months ago after KC3/ PssoW C’s illnesses were announced. They are using PR to pretend they were working on it for an entire year, but even Scobie said they had nothing or whatever they had was all over the shop and he had no idea what it would be.

His comments don’t speak to a focused vision that is researched into whatever this is.

And what’s glaring about this launch is the lack of anything to sell. Not videos or actual products which speaks to the theory that this wax thrown together very quickly.

Russell Myers from the Mirror says if you sign up to the website, you get a respinse telling you that you’ll be notified of products when they are created/ available……if this was a year in the making and with proper marketing/ PR people, they’d have products ready to go. What it is right now is a landing/ holding page ( comments turned off on IG) until it produces products.

It’s also interesting that the video is showcasing cooking which Markle tried to manifest for years while dating Corey. She auditioned and or popped up on varioys cooking shows/ fashion segments hoping to be hired. Acvording to people magazine, this launch of a lifestyle brand will have a companion show on Netflix. If Network tv won’t hire her for dream job then she’ll use her distribution deal to make it happen aka pay herself to make it happen!!!

However, one thing she revealed which tells me she has no clue about aspirational lifestyles/ branding. Her home kitchen hasn’t been updated from the dated 2000s/ early 2010s decor. It’s tye same kitchen from the sales brochure.

Infact, glimpses of their home show a distinct lack of updating from the sales brochure. The onpy room thry updated is the one with the dining table as desk and their two side by side chairs. They removed all furniture and painted it white and addedva jute rug and that california bear poster over the fireplace.

The current trend in kitchens for the wealthy is marble counter-tops and sleek designs meanwhile she’s displaying faux country/ italianate kitchen from the 90s.

The women she is cosplaying eg GOOP, Martha and Ina Garten have upgraded to the current trend in kitchens. GOOP showed off her new kitchedn in AD. Heck, JLO is showing off her sleek kitchen.

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That they haven’t updated their house to their taste is what I laugh about the most. Are they really that cash-poor? Do they really have that much debt that they can’t afford to redo anything? Surely Markus and Soho House can cough up a few million to keep her happy, and when the Sussexes default on the loans, they can make Soho Olive Garden, a Californian spinoff of Soho Farmhouse. Win-win, if you ask me.

meanwhile she’s displaying faux country/ italianate kitchen from the 90s. ➡️ Remember, Meghan’s whole aesthetic is 90s. Of course she wants the Italian Country kitchen.

And thanks, anon. You’ve just reminded me of a house I looked at when I was moving back in 2022. The homeowners were so into that Italian Country Kitchen theme that they PAINTED the entire kitchen like it was a rustic Italian restaurant. You know you go into a family-owned Italian mom-and-pop place (not a chain like Olive Garden or Maggianos, but something like your neighborhood Italian pizza place) and it’s got that orangey-beige sponge paint that’s supposed to mimic sandstone and there’s a huge wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling mural of Italy and dusty fake vines hanging from decorative columns? Yeah, that was how this kitchen was painted. Even the cabinets. And that was not even the weirdest house I looked at by a mile.)

#submission #ask #sussexes #roop

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brother-emperors · 1 month

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Oh my god would you elaborate on the parallels you see between Octavian and Caligula?

ABSOLUTELY

That he was given to adultery not even his friends deny, although it is true that they excuse it as committed not from passion but from policy, the more readily to get track of his adversaries' designs through the women of their households. Mark Antony charged him, besides his hasty marriage with Livia, with taking the wife of an ex-consul from her husband's dining-room before his very eyes into a bed-chamber, and bringing her back to the table with her hair in disorder and her ears glowing; that Scribonia was divorced because she expressed her resentment too freely at the excessive influence of a rival; that his friends acted as his panders, and stripped and inspected matrons and well-grown girls, as if Toranius the slave-dealer were putting them up for sale. Antony also writes to Augustus himself in the following familiar terms, when he had not yet wholly broken with him privately or publicly: "What has made such a change in you? Because I lie with the queen? She is my wife. Am I just beginning this, or was it nine years ago? What then of you — do you lie only with Drusilla? Good luck to you if when you read this letter you have not been with Tertulla or Terentilla or Rufilla or Salvia Titisenia, or all of them. Does it matter where or with whom you take your pleasure?"

Suetonius, Augustus

He respected neither his own chastity nor that of anyone else. He is said to have had unnatural relations with Marcus Lepidus, the pantomimic actor Mnester, and certain hostages. Valerius Catullus, a young man of a consular family, publicly proclaimed that he had violated the emperor and worn himself out in commerce with him. To say nothing of his incest with his sisters and his notorious passion for the concubine Pyrallis, there was scarcely any woman of rank whom he did not approach. These as a rule he invited to dinner with their husbands, and as they passed by the foot of his couch, he would inspect them critically and deliberately, as if buying slaves, even putting out his hand and lifting up the face of anyone who looked down in modesty; then as often as the fancy took him he would leave the room, sending for the one who pleased him best, and returning soon afterward with evident signs of what had occurred, he would openly commend or criticise his partner, recounting her charms or defects and commenting on her conduct. To some he personally sent a bill of divorce in the name of their absent husbands, and had it entered in the public records.

Suetonius, Caligula

it runs in the family!

#before someone gets on my case about suetonius. it's about the recurring theme and the implications that has in suetonius' own #narrative making like hello. HELLO. okay!! it's like a feedback loop of sex where caligula's behavior mirrors his relative's BUT ALSO #perverts it as a kind of condemnation. or something. it further debases Octavian #i had a coherent thought about this but im. tired.#ask tag

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starrose17 · 6 months

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A request for next door neighbor fic from here.

The For Sale sign had been taken down a few days ago, and now several trucks had pulled up at the end of the drive as workman in brown uniforms began taking boxes and furniture in through the front doors.

Don watched from his front yard, idlily clearing up his kids toys as he watched the kind of items being taken inside. He wasn't staring, he didn't want to have the first impression of being a nosy neighbor, but he'd glance that way every now and then as he went as slowly as possible around his yard.

There was alot of expensive items going in through that door. A few marble statues by the looks of it, classic designs, a large dining table polished to within an inch of it's life, and...Don couldn't help but widen his eyes as a very grand, jet black piano was carefully rolled onto the ground from the back of one truck that seemed to only have that piano in it and nothing else.

Whoever was moving in next door was evidently rich, sophisticated, and had intricate tastes.

Don suddenly became aware of all the toys still strewn around the un-cut lawn, weeds growing here and there. He hadn't had a chance to mow it yet, single dad life with two boys could, and often was, a disaster at any given moment.

Suddenly a loud rumble came from the end of the road, and Don watched as a beautifully slender, dark green jaguar came swiftly down it, engine revving loudly and not slowing down at all as it turned quickly but gracefully into the drive, coming to a last second halt before it hit the garage door.

Don blinked at it.

His children suddenly ran by him, playing with water pistols.

"Hey! Boys be careful!" he called after the laughter, "You wanna meet the new neighbors I think this might be them!"

His children ignored him, so with toys still in his hands he turned back to the car.

The door opened, and a pair of long legs stepped out.

Like the car, it's owner was dark, slender, and...the toys slipped from Don's hands as he stared with eyes wide, at the unbelievably beautiful man that just stepped onto the drive.

With luscious black locks to his shoulders, prominent cheekbones and stunning blue eyes, even from this distance, this man oozed exactly what his possessions said about him. Wearing a deep green waistcoat that was almost the same colour as his car, this new neighbor looked around briefly before those eyes fell upon Don's, who hadn't moved an inch since the man had exited his car. Eyes still wide, jaw slack, the toys forgotten at his feet.

"Hello!" the new neighbor smiled widely when seeing him, and began walking towards him, hand out stretched in greeting.

Don blinked again, and before he replied back or did anything else he quickly bent down and grabbed a toy from the ground and placed it, hopefully not too suspiciously, in front of his groin.

He then took the offered hand as it reached him, grinning back, hoping it didn't look as nervous and embarrassed as he thought it did. His hips tried to adjust themselves behind the frisbee he was now hiding the instant tightness in his slacks with.

"Hi, new neighbor huh, I'm Don, nice to meet ya."

"Loki, it's a pleasure."

"I sure hope so." Don whispered, the English accent doing nothing to lessen the tightness, and this Loki raised a curious, enticing eyebrow. Don quickly scrambled up some new words, "Y-you need any help with anythin'? My kids are around here somewhere we can give you a hand? Single dad gotta keep up the exercise you know."

He laughed.

It was a very, very awkward laugh.

"Or maybe even a beer? I know how tough movin' house can be." he suggested when Loki didn't say anything.

In fact Loki stared at him silently for a moment longer, before the corner of his lips curled in a way that made Don shift his hips again, his heart pounding in his ears.

"No...not yet, thank you. But perhaps later on, once I'm settled."

Don grinned and laughed awkwardly again, "Sure anytime, open door policy at my place, anythin' you need just holla!"

Single dad, open door, what were these words coming out of his mouth he might as well just hold a sign over his head saying "I'm gonna be masturbating to thoughts of you tonight, just so you know."

"GOTCHA!!"

Out of now where one of his kids came flying and aiming for his brother he missed, and squirted a long spurt of cold water right into Loki's face.

"HEY NOW WATCH IT!" Don yelled at him, but his kid looked at Loki sheepishly for only a moment before grinning and running away.

Loki stood there, a look of utter surprised shock on his face as the water dripped off his eyelashes onto his cheeks, and from his hair onto his waistcoat.

Don smiled nervously, "Uhh, sorry about that, kids you know? You...need a towel? You wanna come inside?" he pointed his thumb towards his front door.

Loki licked the water off his lips, eyes glaring daggers into the back head of the child laughing further down the yard, before turning back to Don.

"Yes, thank you, I don't know where any of my towels are currently."

Don waved him over with a happy smile, "Well sure come on over!"

Loki stepped over the fence, following behind him.

Don watched the child who had squirted Loki hiding behind a bush from his brother, and looked up to the heavens.

"Thank you." he whispered very quietly, as his tall, fantasy new neighbor crossed the threshold.

#donki #lokius #May continue we shall see

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werewolfnightwalker · 7 months

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Home

It wasn't much, at first.

In fact it was nothing at all, just an empty one bedroom apartment and a mattress on the floor. But for Hawks, who never had anything that truly belonged to him, and for Touya, for whom this was a fresh start, it was everything.

Touya worked his ass off at his new job at Hawks' new agency; it was smaller than the first had been, the dozens and dozens of sidekicks reduced to a select few teams, who found themselves actually able to help their boss instead of just cleaning up his mess. Touya only had a desk job, days filled with filing reports back and forth, but when his desk was literally in Hawks' office and gave him free access to the hero's snack stash, he had no complaints.

Eventually, when they were able to pocket their first paychecks, they bought a table and chair set. It was secondhand, but it fit perfectly into the corner they designated the dining room. They even had enough left over to order takeout, which they got to eat at their new table.

At the next check, it was a bed frame. Some slats were missing, one leg wobbled, but Touya solved that with a quick venture to a cheap crafts store. They managed to find a couch, a recliner, and even an end table just by taking night drives through neighborhoods and whisking the furniture off the curb where it had been left out for trash. A handful of nails and duct tape, and a 24 hr rental of a steam cleaner did wonders for the old junk.

Mirko gave them their first TV.

"We don't want charity." Dabi scowled.

"It's not. I lost the remote and was gonna toss it anyways." She rebuked. They took it, and Hawks found the remote for five bucks online. Friday night was spent curled up under a shared blanket, watching a show on a streaming service they paid for themselves.

Bit by bit by tiny bit, their apartment came together. Soon they had a bookshelf, that they filled with books and knickknacks from garage sales and secondhand shops. They bought posters and paintings and flags and neat things to decorate their walls, until the apartment was colorful and alive. They found a desk and chair set at a flea market, and suddenly Touya had a place to do artsy things and try out hobbies he'd never had before.

Hawks won a laptop in a giveaway at another hero's agency, and found that he really liked online puzzle games in his downtime. Their Friday nights in front of the TV started to include playing games and knitting together. Eventually, they had enough to replace their cheap and plastic cookware with actually decent stuff. Touya, admittedly, cried a little when he bought his very own rice cooker.

It took months, maybe even years. But one day Hawks- Keigo, he wasn't at the agency right now, he was allowed to be Keigo- stopped and took a look around at his little apartment, at the coat rack he put together last weekend and the new curtains Touya had picked out, at Touya sitting on the couch with a book and the cat they took in from the streets, and realized he was home.

#conans writing #dabihawks #dabihawks fluff #long post #dabi #mha dabi #bnha dabi #touya todoroki #bnha hawks #mha hawks #keigo takami

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kukabyarterioin · 2 months

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gooretrait · 4 months

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The day of the baby shower arrived, and Fern greeted guests outside as they approached.

"Gosh, Fern, look at you! You're glowing!" Audrina enthused upon Fern greeting her. "I can't believe you're having twins. Are you sure you guys have enough space for two babies?"

"Well, when they get older we'll obviously be giving them bunk beds. I suppose we'll have to discuss it more whenever the time comes that we outgrow the place."

"Well, there is that lovely house next door to the Michaelson's for sale." Misael's sister gave her a jokey nudge.

"And give up the beautiful, big kitchen we have in favour of that tiny one?" The two women giggled and Fern made her way inside to chat to Desiree, freezing at the sight she was met with.

"Are you serious? The HELL is going on here?!" Fern was incandescent with rage.

"You're cheating on me? And with Kacie of all people! What's wrong with you two?"

Kacie quickly jumped up while Fern took a seat at the dining table, her feet sore from standing up outside greeting people for so long. Had Misael really been sat in here making out with his ex - Fern's friend - from the moment she was out of sight?

"Don't act like you didn't know what was going on!" Misael shouted back at her. "The last time we even had woohoo was before you were pregnant and even then it was rare."

"Oh no. You are NOT blaming me for your wayward dick and lack of morals. You cheated, Misael. You cheated."

"As if you even care. All you care about is that stupid bakery food stall. You care so much about it that you didn't even notice that this had been going on for months. It's like I'm not even a priority to you anymore!"

"Don't you dare pull that crap with me." Fern did her best to reign in her temper, aware that if she got too stressed she could harm the babies. "You are the one who encouraged me to make a go of it. You are the one who bought the stall, designed the logo, helped me name the business, tested out recipes with me. You could have told me how you felt at any point and I would have listened and done something about it."

"He does have a point-" Kacie interjected, cutting herself off when Fern aimed her fury at her.

#postcard legacy #postcard legacy challenge #connors gen 2 #simblr #sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 screenshots

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teaandsconeswrites · 1 year

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Childe’s Antique Smashing Guide to Wooing Your Favourite Ex-archon

A short oneshot based on the prompt request from my Twitter ‘Creating Art Inspired by them’

Read below or on AO3 here!

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It’s polite to bring a gift when reuniting with a friend after time spent apart, and as Childe’s ship pulls into Liyue, he has the perfect idea to present to Zhongli at their lunchtime meeting tomorrow.

It doesn’t matter why he’s been thinking about this the entire trip, it doesn’t matter why he requested a week-long diversion in Liyue before their final stop in Snezhnaya, and it doesn’t matter why his palms sweat at the thought of seeing Zhongli again. All that matters is he has a good idea—the best idea—that Zhongli will soon be the proud recipient of.

As Yoimiya had guided him around Inazuma City, picking up all manner of books, silks, and snacks for his siblings, nothing held the level of sophistication and particularity Zhongli values in his belongings. That was until he spotted a beautiful vase on display in the corner of Uyuu Restaurant, the body a stunning deep blue, golden lines webbed through the surface, glimmering in the flicker of the lantern light. That was when Yoimiya had taught him about kintsugi, the Inazuman art of repairing broken pottery with gold.

It was perfect for Zhongli, but unfortunately not for sale, so instead he steps into the cool night air of Liyue’s docks armed not with forged Sigils of Permission or weapons of mass destruction, but with a small instruction sheet Yoimiya had written out for him. He heads straight to Xigu Antiques and picks out a beautiful white jar with blue patterning that will go perfectly on Zhongli’s dining table. Zhongli is going to love it.

With his purchase safely packed in its box, Childe heads down to Master Zhang at Hanfeng’s Ironmongers. The bitter smoke of the forge is heavy in the air, and the clang of metal against metal sounds from the back corner.

“Master Zhang!” Childe waves in the direction he presumes Zhang to be, although it’s impossible to see in the combination of the darkness and smoke. “I’ve got a favour to ask.”

There's one final touch of customisation to prepare for his upcoming masterpiece. Instead of gold, he shall melt mora, the very embodiment of Zhongli himself, and use it to craft the fine lines which will set the most beautiful piece of art Zhongli shall ever see.

Morax-inspired kintsugi—what could make a better gift for Rex Lapis himself?

While initially reluctant to let a Fatui Harbinger melt a pot of mora enough to buy a week’s worth of meals in his forge, the second pot of mora now sitting by Zhang’s belongings is enough for him to relent, granting Childe the use of his forge for the evening.

As he waits for the mora to melt, Childe takes the jar out of its box and places it in a spare sack he procures from the forge’s stores. A few light taps with a hammer and there’s the telltale clatter of fracturing ceramic, chiming softly when Childe shakes the bag.

Perfect.

The process of repairing the jar is surprisingly straightforward. About halfway through the operation, Zhang’s interest is piqued and he steps in to assist, holding the smaller pieces in place while Childe seals them.

Before long the masterpiece is complete and Childe sets it on the workbench, admiring the traces of gold trailing through the aqua decor. Blue and gold go quite nicely together, he notes, not able to pinpoint why that thought sends an excited shiver through him.

He keeps it in view of his hotel bed that night, occasionally cracking his eyes open to check on his gift. Will Zhongli smile when Childe gives it to him, or will he ponder over it, hand on his chin as he inspects every inch of Childe’s craftsmanship?

Both would be nice.

When morning comes he doesn’t wait until their designated meeting time and he doesn’t go to Wanmin. Instead he goes to meet Zhongli at the funeral parlour, nearly dropping the box the jar is in when instead of the Ferrylady meeting him at the door, he’s greeted by a pair of golden eyes he hasn’t seen for over a year.

His mouth goes dry and his jaw is stiff as he attempts to form a greeting. “Uh, hey. Long time, no see, huh?”

Zhongli takes him in, eyes scanning every inch of Childe, lingering momentarily on the box before meeting his gaze with warmth. “Childe, you arrived early.”

“Ah, yeah. I got you something. Thought it might be easier to give it to you here.”

Yep, that’s the reason. He definitely wasn’t so excited to meet Zhongli that he couldn’t wait to get to the restaurant.

“A thoughtful gesture, this is a welcome surprise. Please, do come in.”

Zhongli leads him through the funeral parlour, past a corridor of suspiciously closed doors. Zhongli affirms that they definitely do not hold any bodies in this area of the parlour, despite Hu Tao’s ominous warning to Childe about “ghosts” and “angry spirits” as they pass her at the front desk.

They enter the door at the far end, which brings Childe to the large office he’s long familiar with. It’s changed a bit since the last time he was last here—a new painting in the corner, a different stack of books propped on the desk—but Childe’s old chair remains sat beside the desk, and he slides onto it, popping Zhongli’s gift on the desk.

Kicking his heels up on the corner, Childe folds his hands behind his neck. Keeping it casual, and definitely not like Zhongli’s gaze on him sends a prickle down his neck and his heart slamming against his chest. Nope, absolutely not.

Zhongli lingers beside the box, eyeing Childe’s feet propped on his desk, brow twitching.

“Go on, open it.” Childe swings his feet to the floor and leans over to tap Zhongli’s hand. “I made it specially for you.”

“A creative pursuit?” Zhongli snaps his attention to the box. “Such effort for my sake… it is appreciated.”

“Come on, I’m waiting.”

“There is no need to rush. It is a greater indulgence to take a moment to consider the effort expounded during the creation of—” “Zhongli!” Childe could shake the man. “Just do it!”

With a quiet chuckle, Zhongli eases the lid off and sets it aside before peering into the box. His brow furrows and his head tilts to the side. “It appears that the item has suffered a breakage. This is quite unfortunate.”

“Well, it has, but that’s kind of the point.” Childe lifts out his masterwork and sets it in its rightful place at the centre of the desk. “The esteemed Inazuman art of kintsugi, made especially for you. So, what do you think?”

“I see.” Zhongli nods thoughtfully. “You discovered this artifact in a state of disrepair and sought to restore it to a more practical condition.”

“Uhh, not quite.”

Eyeing Childe cautiously, Zhongli speaks slowly, “You purchased the artifact in a state of disrepair?”

Childe experiences a peculiar sinking feeling in his gut. “Not quite that either, xiansheng.”

Zhongli’s voice lowers, curling his fingers around the edge of the desk. “The artifact experienced an unfortunate accident after its purchase?”

“You might say that.”

Zhongli sways precariously and Childe grabs the other chair, dragging it behind Zhongli. With a strained sigh, Zhongli sinks into it, eyes glazed as they remain locked on the jar. “Childe, please tell me what happened.”

“Well, I was in Inazuma when I heard about the whole putting stuff back together with gold thing, so I thought I'd make my own. I bought the jar, took it to the blacksmith, used a hammer and…” Childe makes a motion of hitting a hammer against an object and Zhongli sinks further in the chair.

“You smashed it…” Zhongli’s voice is small and pitiful, and Childe loathes to continue, but there’s no backing out of this now.

“Yeah, and then I melted some mora and used that to put it back together.” Childe swallows, his voice rising in pitch. “It looks nice though… right?”

“Then I am correct in summarising that you melted mora, Rex Lapis’ gift to the people of Liyue, in order to repair a priceless Guili Era artifact after you”—Zhongli makes a strange choked sound—“smashed it with a blacksmith’s hammer?”

“Yes?” Archons, it sounds terrible when Zhongli puts it that way. “Wait, a Guili Era artifact?”

Zhongli looks positively haunted, the shape of his knuckles pressing through the back of his gloves. “Indeed.”

“Oh. Oops.”

Oops doesn’t half cover it. Childe knows the history—Zhongli was the one who taught him most of it—and the significance of the name, ‘Guili’.

He’s done a Very Big Oops.

“Ah shoot, I’m sorry, Zhongli, I didn’t know.” Childe grabs the offending item and packs it into the box, shielding Zhongli from its scandalous presence. “I meant to make you something nice as a gift, seeing as it’s been so long, but it looks like I—”

“Wait.” Zhongli places his hand on Childe’s, and a jolt runs up Childe’s arm. “Please, let me see it.”

“Uh, sure.” Childe’s mind is fuzzy from Zhongli’s touch and he eases the jar back out of the box, setting it on the desk in front of Zhongli. “Here is it.”

Zhongli leans in with a studious hum, examining every line of mora running through the design. He picks it up and places it on his lap, slowly tracing over the lines. “And you said you made this, by your own hand, with the intent of gifting it to me?”

“Right. But I didn’t know it was from the Guili era, or really anything notable at all. It seemed like the sort of thing you like, so when I got back last night, I went straight to Zhang’s place to start working on it. I should’ve at least researched the design though. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break something important to you.”

“It seems you worked hard.”

“It wasn’t that much trouble, really. If you don’t like it, I can take it away.” Childe reaches for the jar, but Zhongli catches his wrist. Childe freezes.

Wearing a kind smile, Zhongli guides Childe’s hand back to his side. “That shall not be necessary, although it would appear you have walked a thousand miles to present a swan feather.”

“Huh?” Childe looks between the jar and Zhongli. Has the old man finally lost it? “That’s a jar, not a feather.”

Zhongli chuckles, low and fond, his fingers wrapped around Childe’s pulse point, sending lightning along his nerves. “I mean to say that the value of this particular gift is not in the item itself, but in the intent with which it was prepared.”

“Right. So you’re not offended?”

“No. You were not to know of its significance.” Zhongli sets the jar at the centre of his desk with a proud smile. “It shall remain here, as a reminder of your generous intent upon our reunion.”

Childe’s chest swells and bubbles, and he subconsciously allows himself to step closer to Zhongli. “So you’re still up for lunch then?”

“Naturally.” Zhongli stands, sweeping a glance over Childe before meeting his eyes with a consuming gaze. “It is good to see you again, Childe.”

“And you.” Childe offers his arm, suppressing a shiver when Zhongli takes it and presses against him. “Shall we be off then?”

“Yes, or we shall miss our reservation with Miss Xiangling.” Zhongli gestures toward the door. “To our most wonderful reunion.”

#tartali #zhongchi #zhongchili #genshin impact fanfics #genshin impact

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hometoursandotherstuff · 4 months

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Aw, maaaannn, another one of my dream houses is back on the market, but this time, instead of the $3.5M price tag it had in 2018, it's now listed for $9.75M + $1,967mo. common charge. The 1910 building is located in the East Village, a desirable trendy part of New York City. It's a large duplex with 5bds, 4.5ba.

The entrance is thru an iron gate and a forest green door.

The property consists of a penthouse with a cottage on the roof.

In the living room is a lovely fireplace and a mezzanine on the 2nd level opens the space, giving it some architectural interest.

The home was renovated and has a renewed staircase, yet retains an original niche. A ceiling-high glass block window lets in light.

Open concept dining room lined with windows for lots of natural light.

The open space ends with the kitchen.

Love the vintage look flooring. The kitchen island is unique- it looks like a mid-century modern sideboard.

The mezzanine is basically just a walkway, but it has a wall of shelving and enough room for a chair or two.

There's also a nook for a small desk or writing table.

The primary bedroom is a nice size, gets good natural light, and has a small nook for a chair, plus a lovely fireplace. It also has a view of the patio. And, it's located in the rooftop cottage.

Very nicely remodeled vintage style bath.

Hallway with a built-in closet and a bedroom used as a TV room.

This bedroom is designed the same as the primary, but on a smaller scale.

Lively turquoise subway tile bath and bedroom #3.

And, another lovely tiled bath with bedroom #4.

The rooftop cottage and brick patio looks like a beautiful home you'd find on the ground.

It's like the best of both worlds, living in the city and the country.

There're even trees, lawn & gardens.

View of the city.

#NYC property #penthouse NYC #houses #house tours #home tour

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wrathzy · 1 year

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Joel Guy Jr. & His Book of Premeditation:

On November 24, 2016, Thanksgiving Day, 61-year-old Joel Guy Sr. and his wife, 55-year-old Lisa Guy, were in their Knoxville, Tennessee home having a long-awaited feast with their children. Joel Sr. had three older daughters, Chandise, Michelle, and Angela, from a previous marriage. Joel and Lisa eventually did have a son of their own. 28-year-old Joel Guy Jr., or Joel "Michael," as the family called him, was born on March 13, 1988. He had always been with his parents, even after graduating from the Louisiana School for Math, Science, and the Arts in 2006.

With the family together after spending time apart, Joel Sr. and Lisa gathered up their four children and announced that they were retiring. Joel Sr. worked as an Engineering Designer, while Lisa was a full-time mother before becoming an Accounting Administrator as their children grew into adulthood. Together, they would collect their earnings, sell off the family home, and move into a house Joel Sr.'s mother owned until she passed away a few years prior.

The children were on board with their parent's decision, as they were all adults. While the three daughters still lived in the state, Joel Jr. resided in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. The family continued with their night and even made plans to spend Christmas together. The daughters left home on Friday, November 25, but Joel Jr. chose to stay for a couple more days before returning home to Baton Rouge on November 27, the Sunday after Thanksgiving. Then it was the following day that everything quickly began turning upside down.

On Monday, November 28, Lisa failed to show up for her shift at work. Her boss, Jennifer Whited, contacted the police after being reasonably suspicious, as Lisa never missed work like this. Shortly after, the police arrived at 11434 Goldenview Lane to conduct a welfare check. The police first noticed a "For Sale" sign in the front garden. There were also two parked vehicles in front of the garage, one with its lights on inside, and it was a seemingly empty house despite knocking on the front door and ringing the buzzer a few times.

As all these small anomalous details accumulated during the search, they requested for a detective to participate in the welfare check. Once the detective arrived, they began investigating the home's exterior and discovered the back door's knob was extracted. While glancing through the windows, the police found groceries scattered in the internal entry of the home. They felt a scorching heat through a pet entrance in the back door, and a peculiar odor flowed through it. They also heard the faint sounds of a dog barking from inside.

The overall feeling stemming from the home grew more unsettling as time passed. One of the officers entered one of the homeowner's vehicles and pressed the button of a garage door opener, finally allowing access through the garage and into the residence. Immediately, they couldn't help but feel something was out of place upon entering the home's central area. They first noticed the intense heat, as the temperature was well above 90 degrees, and a solid chemical odor was traveling throughout the house.

Propped on the dining room table were two wallets, a cell phone, money, and a hammer. Cleaning supplies would lay on the floor in the kitchen, and a pot on the stove was boiling at high heat. From there, the officers would continue their search towards the second floor. The officers kept hearing a dog barking from somewhere on the second floor. They advanced upstairs, finding traces of reddish-brown stains along the floor and walls on the way up. Then there was an open door down the hall, where officers discovered a pair of dismembered hands.

After entering the master bedroom, the officers noticed the bed was neatly made, and an even more pungent chemical odor was coming from the en suite. Inside it, there was plastic sheeting laid out on the floor, and a garden hose was attached to the shower. There was a knife in the sink, and two massive tubs were on the floor next to each other. Inside the tubs were the dissolving remains of two individuals. Authorities presumed it was the remains of Joel Guy Sr. and Lisa's bubbling away in the tubs of acid-based solution.

The authorities continued to locate vast amounts of crime scene evidence throughout the residence. Unopened trash bags were discovered in the home's back area, along with containers of bleach, muriatic acid, baking soda, and a sprayer on the kitchen floor. Firearms and ammunition were on the dining room table, along with recently purchased beer and perishable items scattered on the main hall's floor. Cut-up pieces of clothing were also found next to a bloody pair of scissors, and there was blood almost everywhere officers searched.

After taking two days to canvass the entire crime scene, detectives came up with an idea of what had occurred: It was Joel Sr. that was killed first while Lisa was out at Walmart, presumably around the morning of Saturday, November 26, inside the upstairs exercise room. It's believed Joel Guy Sr. suffered over 40 stab wounds to his body; it was difficult for the medical examiner to tell how many injuries Joel Sr. truly sustained due to his dismemberment. Though, at least 34 were lacerations on his back, indicating he was alive during the attack.

Joel Sr. had sharp forced injuries to his lungs, kidneys, liver, and ribs and had several defensive wounds on his hands. His hands were then severed and placed on the exercise room floor, the same pair of hands that detectives would later find after searching the second floor. After returning home from Walmart, Lisa was ambushed with groceries in hand while entering the main hall. She suffered from over 20 sharp forced injuries, though, like Joel Sr., it was difficult for the examiner to determine how many there were due to the state of her remains.

The killer began the dismemberment process after murdering Joel Sr. and Lisa. Joel Sr's arms were removed, both legs cut from the hip, and his right ankle was disconnected from the rest of his leg before being tossed into one of the chemical tubs. Most of his skin was liquefied. Lisa's arms were removed from the shoulders and her legs from the knees. She was decapitated, and all her body parts were found inside the chemical bath except her head. Officers later found Lisa's head inside the pot downstairs, which had been simmering for two days straight.

The authorities commenced a full-on homicide investigation. It wasn't long before they came across CCTV surveillance footage of 28-year-old Joel Guy Jr. with bandaged hands at a local Walmart shopping for the same supplies that were eventually found at the crime scene. Joel Jr. primarily used cash for every transaction and self-checkout he made. He purchased supplies for the murders as early as November 7, including muriatic acid and hydrogen peroxide. A week and a half later, Joel was also seen at a sports store buying a Ka-Bar knife.

On Tuesday, November 29, Joel Guy Jr. was arrested in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. He had cuts all over his hands, perhaps due to Joel Sr. and Lisa fighting while being stabbed. Then while searching Joel Jr's vehicle, officers found a meat grinder and gasoline canister in the trunk. Joel Jr's initial plan was to use the cleaning supplies he had purchased to dispose of all the evidence to cover his tracks. However, after murdering his parents and getting his hands cut up, Joel Jr. left the scene and returned to Baton Rouge to take care of his hands.

Why would a person like Joel Guy Jr. plan on murdering his parents, especially in a horrendous manner? Well, we won't have to look very far for the answer because he wrote his entire plan in ink, a 5-page journal dubbed "The Book of Premeditation," to be precise. Authorities found Joel Jr's "Book of Premeditation" while searching through his backpack that was left inside the home of Goldenview Lane. This journal contained meticulous notations summarizing his strategy to butcher and obliterate the remains of his parents. One of these pages includes the following:

*get carving knives

Get killing knives - quiet - multiple to make small pieces

Get sledgehammer - crush bones

Bring blender and food grinder - grind meat

get bleach - denature proteins

get plastic bin for denaturation process

does not matter where they're killed

just get rid of bloody spots to prevent evidence of time of death (not the mattress or couches)

get rid of bodies inside house - their and

my DNA already there

open up doggie door to provide entryway he needs to be blamed,

flush chunks down toilet (not garbage not intruder

disposal)

get plastic sheeting for disposal process

get hollow point bullets just in case will

be seen buying bullets; just use computer room gun →

check to make sure there are bullets (last resort

He's not alive to claim her half of the insurance

money → all mine ($500,000)

flood the house, covers up forensic evidence

turn heater up as high as it goes → speeds decomposition.

bleach reacts with luminol just like blood → douse area

with bleach

big sprayer

lye

trash compactor?

Body gives times of death → alibi

Don't have to get rid of body if there is no forensic evidence

on the body.

HIS FINGERPRINTS AND DNA

The entire motivation behind Joel Jr.'s actions was out of bitterness and greed. Both Joel Sr. and Lisa, who had taken care of him all his life, were finally going to cut off all resources from him. Joel Jr., of course, wasn't hip to the idea, so he created the "ultimate" plan to annihilate his parents. Lisa also had a $500,000 life insurance policy, and Joel wanted it, meaning he had to kill both her and his father to retrieve the money, and both of their homes, for himself. However, the reason behind why he butchered them in such a brutal manner remains unknown.

According to family testimonies, Joel Guy Jr. was always an outcast. Joel never appeared to keep in close contact with his family. Everyone seemed to follow suit except his mother, who contacted him daily, sent him money, and paid the rent for his apartment in Baton Rouge while he did absolutely nothing. The trial commenced on Sep 28, 2020, and the final decision was made after four days. Joel Guy Jr. requested the death penalty, but instead, the jury found him guilty on two counts of first-degree murder, felony murder while committing theft, and abuse of a corpse. He was ordered two consecutive life sentences on October 2, 2020.

#joel guy jr #true crime research #true crime community #parricide #dismemberment #monstruosity #true crime #morbid curiosities #wrathzy

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meinkatz · 2 years

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Elysée Dining Collection by Pierre Paulin

The dining room set, designed in 1968-1969 and completed in 1970 by Pierre Paulin for Georges Pompidou is still in its original location at the presidential palace — on Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré, in the 18th arrondissement of Paris. This commission brought the designer the ultimate accolade. The French President wanted to “bring modernity into the Elysée Palace” a task for which no combination of contemporary materials was better suited than this set’s cast aluminum, coated with a matte paint with plastic microbeads — as well as its stylized folding forms. These four chairs, which come from an early collection in the seventies, will be accompanied at this sale, as at the Élysée Palace, by a round dining room table with a cast aluminum base coated with matte paint and a smoked glass top. François Mitterrand also commissioned work from Pierre Paulin (1927-2009), who became one of the leading figures of French design in the second half of the 20th century.

Included:

Dining Chair

Dining Table

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valeriem77 · 1 month

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Give me a QR code and I'm walking out!

Picture this - you're having a nice night out with your friends and you are welcomed into a lovely restaurant with incredible reviews, so excited for the culinary journey you are about to experience. Then, you're confused because it's been 5 minutes and you haven't received a menu yet. So you wait another 5 minutes but finally, amid some slight frustration, you ask your waitress for menus. She looks at you blankly and points to the little QR code sticker on the far end of the table, edges ripping apart and probably stained with some ketchup. Immediately my expression turns to this:

Why must this little sticker cause such a feeling of disgust and create the feeling of a loss of experience? Multiple reasons come to mind:

I was really looking forward to being away from my screen during my meal, to pay full attention to my friends or partner

I want to experience the tactile comfort of a paper menu

Maybe I want to talk through my options with a flesh-and-blood waiter

Maybe I want something more glamorous than repeatedly trying to aim and focus my phone at a tiny sticker and maneuver through a slow website or application

I AM GETTING OLD and technology is honestly TIRING 👵🏼

To be fair, it's probably a combination of all of these reasons that damper the experience of a night out.

It's interesting to reflect on how our interactions with technology, particularly QR codes, have evolved. Initially, they seemed like a brilliant technological leap, especially during the pandemic when we all craved safety and efficiency. They were actually originally designed in 1994 by a Japanese components manufacturer for the purpose of tracking automotive parts. Fast-forward to today, they actually bring about some benefit when used. Data shows that QR code contactless ordering yields a 12% increase in sales. This is mainly due to strategic add-ons and modern consumer behavior. People just tend to spend more money when they are ordering or buying stuff from their phones. I call that "monopoly money syndrome" and makes sense because the same goes for online shopping 😂...Restaurants also benefit from data collection, loyalty member offers, saving on labor costs and reducing wait times. BUT IS IT HURTING YOUR BRAND?

This is where the concept of "good friction" come to play. Initially, the promise of cleaner, safer interactions during a worldwide pandemic made sense. But as the novelty wore off, I noticed something essential was missing—the warmth of human interaction. I missed the little joys, like asking a waiter for their dish recommendations or the tactile pleasure of flipping through a physical menu. These seemingly small inefficiencies actually enrich the dining experience, adding layers of warmth and personal connection. This spontaneity and engagement, often sidelined by technology in the pursuit of efficiency, are what transform a simple meal out into a memorable, communal event.

and with that, Cheers to NO MORE QR Codes!

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