#Levin Furniture

[my0favorite0art]

CurbItKirby Masterlist P.1

Alfred Molina Character Masterlist (excluding fics already on AO3) 

Note: up to date until August 31, 2023

Masterlist Part 2 (OCs w Molina face-claim)

Otto Octavius/Doc Ock

breeding kink

hate fucking

Otto brings Reader apology flowers 

Super!Reader choking dirty-talk 

Super!Reader groping dirty-talk angst 

Reader titfucking Otto drabble 

gentle Otto comforts Reader not ready for sex 

Otto eating out Reader overstimulation 

Otto fucking Reader overstimulation 

Maxim Horvath

Apprentice!Reader dom/sub caning

Horvath fucking Apprentice!Reader mirror kink

Horvath and Reader get high

dom/sub Horvath aftercare fluffy 

Apprentice!Reader cockwarming wax kink 

Dom!Reader power struggle face riding 

Horvath shrinks and eats out Tiny!Reader 

angst degradation cock worship p.1 

angst self-degradation oral sex p.2 

Horvath invites you out with ulterior motives p.3 

Ricardo Morales

sub/dom workplace sex

jealous workplace sex

Reader convincing Morales to take a break 

lingerie kink sex anal play  

Undercover!Morales and Biker!Reader 

Big Boss (Alejandro)

cockwarming Boss under desk

Boss notices Reader's tongue piercing

Boss likes Reader's tattoo workplace sex dirty-talk 

Andres Galan 

Reader gives Galan's daughter a ride and he asks them out

Boss!Galan marries reader spanking breeding kink p.1

Boss!Galan marries reader spanking breeding kink p.2 

Virgin!Reader unprotected sex pregnancy 

lactation kink pregnancy sex 

nipple piercings phone sex 

cockwarming drabble 

exhibitionism hot tub sex 

angry jealous Boss!Galan rough

Hugh Weldon

Dom!Reader face slapping crossdressing masturbation

non-discussed somnophilia wake-up blowjob 

breeding kink 

Dom!Reader pegging 

Dom!Reader puppy play edging 

exhibitionism watching a meteor shower fluff 

Leland Drury 

priest kink

confession booth sex infidelity breeding kink blasphemy 

Leland helps newlyweds consummate p.1 

Leland helps newlyweds consummate p.2 

Leland helps newlyweds consummate p.3

Konstantin “Kostya” Dmitrievich Levin

Sexworker!Reader bathing soft 

Former!Sexworker!Reader rough sex thigh riding choking biting kink 

angst p.1 

angst p.2 

jealousy light angst drabble 

Dom!Reader human furniture collars angst 

Former!Sexworker!Reader honeymoon sex 

Dom!Reader crossdressing object insertion 

slut shaming jealousy angst 

Virgin!Kostya Dom!Reader orgasm denial begging 

Reader gives Kitty to Kostya dubcon bondage

Comte De Reynaud

hate sex slut shaming face slapping 

slut shaming face riding choking kink face slapping angst 

Housewife!Reader loving sex 

Comte hungry for pussy 

Boss!Comte eats Reader out workplace sex 

knife kink argument 

Pregnant!Housewife!Reader angst falling out 

Comte lusting Reader drabble

Jim Bussey

touch-starved oral fingering 

ghost sex 

Tiny!Reader Borrower AU 

Edy Rodriguez

edging belt leather kink 

santa kink object insertion 

Thief!Edy dubcon drabble 

Thief!Edy dubcon somnophilia

Armand Gamache

workplace sex blowjob fucking 

Widower!Armand werewolf angst 

there's only one bed 

car sex 

power imbalance rough sex degradation 

Jordan (“Promising Young Woman”)

past sexual trauma face slapping angst 

Colonel (“The Treat”)

Mimi introduces Reader to the Colonel spanking 

Manuel Aringarosa

The bishop corrupts the Reader priest kink blowjob

 

Stephan Arden

Flirting

Paul Weller

tender sex throat fucking size kink 

Oswald Cobblepot/Penguin 

Catburglar!Reader tries to steal from Penguin light angst 

Catburglar!Reader violence first meeting 

Catburglar!Reader rough sex light degradation  

Catburglar!Reader rough sex jealousy light angst 

Catburglar!Reader gun violence angst 

Reader gives Oswald a gift 

Catburglar!Reader cockwarming cheating angst 

Catburglar!Reader hurt comfort sex bathing 

Dom!Reader gets eaten out 

sex pollen caning object insertion 

Young!Penguin fucks Waitress!Reader slut shaming  

Journalist!Reader sex pollen drugged sex breeding kink dubcon

#tumblr was being dumb so I had to split the masterlists #this took #forever #had some trouble figuring out what to name the links

[vintagehomecollection]

Betty Levine had carte blanche to design this house in Boca Raton, Florida, yet simplicity is the keynote. This glass-enclosed pool room feels like an outdoor terrace because of the weathered-teak furniture, whitewashed ceiling, and glazed-brick tiles.

Rooms by Design, 1989

#vintage #vintage interior #1980s #interior design #home decor #living room #outdoor living #pool room #pool #beamed ceiling #sliding glass #macrame #terrace #whitewashed #furniture #contemporary #Florida #style #home

[fizzyxcustard]

Pregnancy. 

Masterlist of this series

Comments/Notes/Housekeeping: Thank you to everyone who reblogged and commented on my last of the RA Character Headcanon Series. I appreciate it very much. I know I sound like a broken record, but please do consider a reblog if you like a post, and if you wish to be added on to my tag lists, please let me know. You are also very welcome to request head canons as well, so I can continue on with this series and open it up to a lot more scenarios.

This head canon post is how the characters would react to you announcing pregnancy and then how they would treat you through that pregnancy. Enjoy!

GUY OF GISBORNE: Guy is beside himself when you announce you are pregnant. He can't stop grinning. All through the pregnancy he is attentive to you, worrying when you are ill. He makes sure that when the baby comes, he is beside you every moment. His dream of having his own family, with the woman he truly loves, has finally come to life.

RAY LEVINE: Ray is shocked, but so happy. Secretly he's always wanted children, but never had the opportunity to have any. He's always buying you gifts and making sure you have your weird cravings on hand. He's at the birth, holding your hand every second.

FATHER LORENZO QUART: Father Quart feels contentment wash over him as you announce the news. Being with you and breaking the vow of celibacy has been the right action for him. Having a child feels so right, and he waits patiently for the day he can be a true father. Thought your pregnancy he keeps brushing your belly and sings to the unborn baby. He remains at your side as you give birth, although feels like a spare part through most of it.

THORIN OAKENSHIELD: Thorin cannot contain how happy he is. Being a father and having a family is what he has always wanted, but put it aside in order to be a king. Now he finally has something for himself. He pampers you throughout the pregnancy, making sure that you are never stressed. At the birth, he makes sure that only the best midwives are on hand, and he remains with you; for now, his family is more important than running a kingdom - that can wait.

FRANCIS DOLARHYDE: Francis is happy but also terrified. His first thought is about the child being like him, disfigured. You notice his sadness and ask him about it, reassuring him that the child will be loved. It takes him a while to come to terms with the news, but he is always supportive of you. At the the birth, he remains in the corner, still terrified of what is going on.

JOHN THORNTON: John Thornton could not be happier. He is a man of tradition, and family has always been the most important thing to him. He makes sure that you have everything you need for a relatively comfortable pregnancy. Immediately he begins buying gifts and furniture for the baby. At the delivery, he waits outside, letting the midwives do their work.

RAYMOND DE MERVILLE: Raymond seems cold at first, but deep down he is happy and proud. His lineage will endure through the woman he loves. Through your pregnancy, he becomes quite obsessed with watching your bump move. He tries to trace the movement of the baby. At the birth, he stays outside your chamber while the midwives and healer assist you.

JOHN PORTER: John is excited to be a father again, having never thought it would happen. Through your pregnancy, he makes sure you have everything you need, re-calling how it all was when Alex was due. At the birth, he stays beside you, holding your hand and trying his best to reassure you.

LUCAS NORTH: Lucas is a little worried at first; he appears happy, but hides his worry. He worries for your safety, and for the child. Being a spy means he can be compromised at any point, and this could impact you and the baby. He's attentive to you through the pregnancy, helping you get whatever you need. When you go into labour, he makes sure he is there. Work can wait.

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[jovilevine]

@thealexkingslxy

LOCATION: hadley park, some common space near jovi's trailer

𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 idea for jovi to be outside of the confines of her trailer, drinking alone ? perhaps it was, but she didn't care. so much had happened in so little time, too little for her to even begin to think about shouldering the aching pain of the end of her relationship and the loss of a close friend. she had eventually left crue's place when tatum arrived, exiting with a squeeze to her friends hands and a simple reminder -- if you need anything, call me. and i'll come running. and she had meant it, but the isolation had begun to itch away at her. the first person she would call was covering her shift for the evening, and something in her told her that she'd be placing a burden on anyone else -- even if that couldn't be further from the truth.

her breath reeked of liquor, something that could be noticed by anyone within perhaps a three-hundred foot radius. however, she didn't really care. she didn't care about anything anymore. after thirty years of fighting, thirty years of trying to pull herself together and keep the passion in her alive, it had finally fizzled out.

jovi levine was officially numb.

or, at least, it was what she had wanted when she had taken her first shot. she didn't want to feel anything other than the ecstasy that alcohol had been known to give, even at the expense of a raging hangover.

when she first sees alex from across the way -- she wonders if she's hallucinating. if her intoxicated mind is playing tricks on her. the very reason why she has been losing sleep is standing over her as she's seated in a well-loved lawn chair, jovi's sad excuse for patio furniture.

❝ w-wha.. ❞ jovi murmurs, fingers tangling around the now empty bottle of jack. after a moment, she places it at her side the clearer alex gets in her view. ❝ y-you're here.. what are you.. what are you doing here ? ❞

#alcohol tw #jovi // conversations #conversations // alex and jovi #// LETS GET ITTTT

[starres-stuff]

FFXIV Writes 2023 | Day 29 | Contravention

Dimitri learns the story of why his Mentor, Xixa, stormed out of the Conjurers Guild.

“What was it like growing up here Xixa?” It was mid-afternoon and Dimitri had headed into Bentbrach to help his mentor move things around in her living room while her girls were out on errands. It was the kind of work he was used to really, being as tall and as strong as he was he was always getting pulled this way and that way by his adoptive Mother’s friends to move this or haul that for them.

“I wouldn’t have wanted to grow up anywhere else really,” Miqo'te replied with a swish of her oversized tail, at times, Dimitri found himself believing that she was using it to dust the tables and the floors as she moved around the room but really it seemed to have a mind of its own. “Have to remember, when I was growing up it wasn’t like this, lots changed around here since the Calamity. I still remember watching the Conjurers maintain the hedge that once wrapped around the Twelveswood, part of the reason I presented myself to the Guild anyways.” There was a gentle snort at the word guild and off to the side she moved.

“I have wondered why you are no longer part of the Guild.” Dimitri had been dying to ask her since he first found out she had been dismissed. It wasn’t an easy thing to bring up, however, especially to a woman as stern as Xixa and he knew if he asked Laurent about it he was libel to get another snort since the Wailer was not one to gossip himself. One thing he made sure to do was stay busy while he asked if there were things that had to be moved out of the way to get to the larger bulk of the furniture. What this did not help with was the feeling of eyes staring into the back of his head as if they were trying to burn holes through to his skull.

“Told one of the Padjal to fuck off,” Xixa said, and Dimitri could hear the grin in her voice without even turning to see if she was in fact grinning. “I know Vi was there to teach about the War of the Magi.” Xixa continued on moving plants, then stopping to rub her right hip, the Shroud’s weather hadn’t been all that great and it felt like a storm was rolling in; even Dimitri could feel the hair on the back of his neck standing up which usually indicated there was Levin in the air. At her admission, he couldn’t help but look over his shoulder finding her still rubbing her hip.

“Why don’t you sit Xixa? I have this.” The Duskwight said kindly, he knew a look of pain when he saw one, he had seen similar on Laurent’s face after a long week of work and his heart always went out to him. He was still a bit off from thirty himself but he was starting to feel the ache in his bones that he had heard others speak about here and there. He even remembered the night that he saw Vi working out the shoulder that she had broken on a mission several cycles earlier when she was still doing mercenary work in the Shroud.

“I’m not that old Sonny!” Xixa griped back while walking towards her oversized couch and easing herself into a comfortable sitting position. This made Dimitri snicker rather loudly for the Miqote’s mouth and her body had two different ideas on what they should be doing and he made a motion with his hand to point out where she had ended up to which he was rewarded one proudly extended middle finger to tell him what Xixa thought of him at the moment.

“I am like a son to you and you know it.” He teased in return continuing with the chore of moving the plants around and collecting books the girls had left on various tables.

“More like a red-headed step-Elezen.” Xixa’s grin enveloped her face again, while she wiggled her rear and settled herself into the couch, her tail flopping over her legs and twitching about while she watched him do her housework. “To continue the story. I am certain by now you have heard of the crystals that store memories of those before us, or those who knew how to make them. These stones often contain what is considered forbidden knowledge now or at least knowledge that had been outlawed. Here in the Shroud, they will spank you for the use of White Magic or Black Magic. It is considered highly illegal and policed by both the Wailers and the Gods’ Quiver, even worse is letting one of those little horned things catch you with a Stone you might be secretly learning from.”

Now Dimitri was interested, he was in possession of his own crystal. One that had been willed to him by his birth Mother and one that he had no success in unlocking. From what he knew of the symbol on it, it was a Scholar Stone, the one that summoned the Fae tied to it from whom he could learn. The crystal hated him, he had sat with it before to see if he could collect anything from it but it always left him with a headache and chills. He also knew that Vi had two stones. One was given to her by the Blue Mages to store her spells in, and the other he believed to be from the time of Mhachi but she kept that locked up in the vault in Ishgard for reasons unknown to him.

“I am going to guess that you are in possession of one of these stones and it was found out?” He kept his voice neutral; he also didn’t reveal his own truth. This time collection Xixa’s knitting things to move them across the room in order to keep them safe from the large hutch with all the family's dishes that were on Xixa’s list of things to move. Now and then he would sneak a look at the Miqo’te who sat there with her tail snapping about in such a fashion that Dimitri began to believe that he had in fact riled his mentor up with his line of questioning.

“Why, yes I am.” She said proudly, her nose going right up into the air. “As the story goes my Great Grandpa was searching the Ruins of Amdapor and he heard something calling to him. He was a bit of a troublemaker who had his hands in all sorts of things that they didn’t belong in. Well over the cycles that damned stone called to the next in line to receive it. It has always been someone who was destined to be a Conjurer and in my generation of the family, it was my turn. Once it is in the hands of the right person it will fill your head with so much knowledge that you feel like you have been drinking. We never figured out why we are so sensitive to it but we are. Not sure if one of my girls will be next to get it or if it will be one of the nieces and nephews got a few dozen around here.”

Dimitri finally stopped moving to turn around and listen to his mentor, his hip balancing him against the hutch so that he could lean comfortably. “Well I know you are a smart one and I cannot see you being the type to out yourself about something you aren’t supposed to have, so I am going to deduce you were betrayed by someone that you trusted, and they, in turn, sold you out for praise from the padjal.”

Xixa broke into a laugh, and her head shook slowly. “Sometimes I forget you are an Investigator” Dimitri gave her a thankful smile, she was one of the few who had not started calling him a Witchunter, even his sister was at this point and while he tried to smile through it, it was quickly becoming disheartening to him. “Anyroads, you are right on the gil there. Was actually someone I cared for dearly, who did the deed too. She was a model student that one, Elezen, and she had her head wrapped around how to move air and conjure stone. It was damn impressive to watch her. She had earned the respect of the Padjal and rumor had it that someday she would make White Mage herself if she kept up the work she was doing under their guidance.”

Xixa got up at that point, and moved to grab a flask that she hid inside of her knitting basket, and on the way back to her place on the couch she popped the cork on the flask, the scent of strong whiskey pouring from it. “Well I got into my head to show her, I didn’t think anything of it. We had been friends from the time we were wee sprouts. In fact, I thought she would be as curious as me. Instead, she got angry with me and went as far as to yell at me for breaking the rules of the Shroud. I hadn’t even tried to use it yet. Just kept it in its pouch and hidden even though I could hear it babbling all night and all day trying to catch my attention. Went into the guild the next morning for my shift at the Clinic and that is when they pulled me aside. I was searched, interrogated, and demanded to turn over the stone. Accused of putting the people of the Shroud in jeopardy even though it had been floating around my family for over a hundred cycles by then.”

Dimitri’s eyes widened as he caught the passion in her voice, even behind the thick glasses he always wore they looked larger than they ever had, and he could feel the pain that wafted off of her from the betrayal by someone who had been that important to her. One thing he couldn’t find right now was the words that would make it better, but some things were just that way. There were no words. there was only time and space even if it took until the end of her days here and continued on into the Sea with her. It was something he felt he could not fix.

“And that’s when I told them to fuck off, dared them to come find me, and stormed out of the guild never to return. Yes, I broke the rules by having the stone. So did my papa before me and his papa before him. We are responsible people in my family. Learning is one thing, there just ain’t anything wrong with it, Sonny using something you know is dangerous in an area that is a danger itself? That is just plain irresponsible. That should have been thought of instead of oh no Xixa has a White Mage stone. We need to take it away. Had I been an El..” she paused herself for a moment looking at Dimitri in thought. “If I had been a Wildwood “ she decided to use instead “They would have let me keep it and likely taught me how to use it but nah I’m a Keeper of the Moon and you wouldn’t have any better luck than me.”

Dimitri blinked and then blinked again. He had heard some talk around the Shroud about the Keepers and the Duskwight understanding each other fairly well but he had never heard Xixa put down the Wildwood before, she even seemed to like Laurent from the way that she praised Dimitri’s relationship with him. “Well, you don’t have to worry about me saying anything,” Dimitri replied back with a smile and a hand over his heart in an oath to his mentor. “Not that I would go near the guild anyway, we do not have them in Sharlayan. The Forum rules everything.”

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxiv rp #my ocs #my writing #dimitri stories #only one more day to go

[owlespresso]

adorable. ascian hythlodaeus.

warnings: implied future dubcon, ascian hyth being weird and creepy, no actual spice

The acrid taste of aether permeates the air, atmosphere heavy with it, levin sticking to your body like a second skin. Time feels slow and syrupy here, in this dark space he unceremoniously shoved you into, whisking you from the boughs of Rak’tika with blase alacrity. The low thrum of the verdant canopies disappeared in an instant, warmth of the sunlight stolen as you passed through the portal, the rotating rims of it humming with stagnant aether.

You curse quietly to yourself as your eyes adjust to the dark, hand positioned backward and fingers furled in preparation to unsheathe your weapon. The Ascian who introduced himself to you and your wayward party as “Hythlodaeus” hasn’t seemed actively interested in eliminating you for the threat you pose—but the possibility inevitably lingered, hung over the both of you throughout every interaction. 

You’d thought his lackadaisical personality at odds with the rest of his dour cohorts. Perhaps that shadowed side of him, stowed away for the sake of attempting to gain your comrades’ cooperation and approval, has finally surfaced. Surely, by now, he’s realized that building a rapport with the Scions is an impossible feat, even for someone as winsome as he. 

The space you’ve been so rudely crowded into is dimly-lit and bathed in black. The walls, the ceiling, the floor, all the color of fresh pitch. A golden chain crawls from the center of the ceiling, attached to a gaudy mess of a chandelier. Lines of glimmering metal criss cross and connect to each other haphazardly and with no apparent logic or coordination—like a child’s drawing forged to life. Some of the long candles stick out at obtrusive angles, and despite being lit, the wax doesn’t drip or melt. Another peculiarity you’re not too determined to investigate.

A quaint tea set sits upon a polished wooden table—and is that a bed, over in the westernmost corner? It’s a massive, circular behemoth of a thing with a gauzy canopy, intricate lace sewn into the bottoms of the curtains. The more you look, the more you realize the room is a puzzling farrago of miscellaneous items and furniture pieces.

All you want to do is to find an exit.

“Already trying to leave, are you?” your captor’s soft voice floats out as a sigh, nearly chastising. Your gaze snaps to one of the walls, barely catching the bright purple of the portal as it shimmers out of existence, leaving naught but Hythlodaeus behind. He’s clearly disappointed, lips furrowed and eyebrows dipped in exaggerated bemusement. The gravity of the situation has already sunk in, a mixture of anticipation and fear prying at your racing heart. You scowl as you regard him, palm sweaty against the hilt of your still-sheathed weapon. “And already fixing for a fight. What a rude guest. I’m beginning to understand what about you has Emet-Selch is so vexed.”

The silvered metal affixed to his dark robes glints underneath the chandelier light as he approaches, an eased swagger to his step. He feels completely at ease here, his shoulders loose and his expression idle. His eyelids dip, thick purple strands fluttering against his cheeks.

“What do you want?” you bite out, fingers curling tight around your blade’s sheath. The threat hangs in the air, but Hythlodaeus is entirely unconcerned, blinking at you as though he’s taken aback by your aggression. 

“Why the sudden hostility? You were so eager to speak with me hardly a week ago.” Hythlodaeus posits with a fond smile, resting a hand on the back of one of the dining chairs. He leans his weight partially against the table, length of his body long and lax, like a contented cat. He’s completely dismissed you as a threat, you realize, and it stings more than it should. The sharp disregard of your strength galvanizes you past whatever anxieties prevented you from retorting indignantly. 

“If you wanted to talk, you could have simply approached me instead of shoving me through a portal to an unfamiliar location,” you accuse him coldly. “Without consent! Without asking first! Of course I would be upset!” Surely, he’s spent enough time living beside people to know that much, right? He must be mocking her. He must find it funny to see her fume and bluster and struggle.

“An unfamiliar location?” he echoes, as though that’s the crux of the issue. He lifts a finger to his cheek, careful to mind the claw. “Yes, I admit that this is all a tad haphazardly thrown together. Your sudden, ah, visit, wasn’t planned prior. I simply spotted you fumbling amongst the weeds and decided to help you. It’s much more comfortable here, isn’t it? The Great Wood is so stuffy and humid, and not to mention all those buzzing, bothersome insects…”

“I mean—yeah, it’s cooler here but I was also in the middle of something!” you snap. “And like I said you didn’t even ask permission.” Hythlodaeus juts a hip out and crosses his arms, cross posture reminiscent of a parent preparing to deny their child a sweet. The implication of the pose makes the back of your neck go hot in a mixture of agitation and humiliation, the taste of his disrespect unmistakably bitter. It shouldn’t be. You shouldn’t long for acknowledgement or approval from such a flagitious criminal. But in this moment, you do, and the pain of that realization only soars your frustration higher.

“In the grand scheme of things, your permission hardly matters to an ancient such as I,” he explains loftily, sounding more like Emet-Selch than he ever has.

Your cheeks burn hot, your free hand balling into a fist as you storm in his direction. Your lips curl into snarl, your cloak billowing behind you as you cross the mess of the room. Your blade swings from its sheath, warm light catching off its steel length. 

“None of that, please,” Hythlodaeus says. He lifts his hand, pointer and middle fingers pressed up to his thumb as he snaps. The noise ricochets through the room as if it were a wide cavern, sheer volume causing you to cringe. Your sword vanishes in a plume of smoke, your fingers curled around chilled air and nothing more. “I think that was a reasonable request. Now we can finally talk like adults.”

It all happens too suddenly—your most reliable method of defense, stolen away in the face of this monumental foe. You’re spared naught a moment before your body is pulled across the breadth of the room. Your hands come up, instinctively grasping onto the first thing you can reach in an effort to steady yourself. When your fingers find the lush, silken material of his robes, you freeze.

The black material obscures your vision, line of sight suddenly replete with him. The drastic difference in height is painfully apparent as he looms over you, an arm resting over your shoulder. The other flattening on the small of your back. He surrounds you in a construct of his own creation, distinct taste of his aether churning restlessly in the air. 

He lowers himself, bending down whilst a hand seizes the back of your hair and pulls. You barely stifle your pained gasp, lips slightly parted as you’re forced to stare into the face of the beast.

“Ah, there you are,” he croons, sounding utterly delighted. “In truth, I can also see what has Emet-Selch so enamored with you,” he confesses, “Please, though, don’t tell him I said that.”

“I won’t tell him if you get your damn hands off of me,” you hiss. He sighs, shoulders slumping as the breath leaves him.

“And here I thought the two of us were getting along so well,” Hythlodaeus coos, unbothered as you try and push him away. You squirm and writhe and huff a train of panicked curses, but something holds you from behind, presses you tight up against him. Each effort is fruitless, feeble in the face of his ancient strength. His pupils swallow up his irises, press that precious purple into thin circles. The warmth that radiates from his towering form is enveloping and unexpected. Why would a creature of such abject darkness be anything but pallid and cold? Yet his complexion is healthy, eyelashes thick as his lids droop. “Hush now, with all of that.” He murmurs.

The tip of his taloned finger gently drags up the center of your throat, barely teasing the skin. A pointed reminder, a warning.

“It’s adorable that you believe your consent matters.” He praises mawkishly, in the velvety dark of the room. His thumb finds purchase on your bottom lip. The light in his eyes dims, promises and threats untold churning within those lavender depths. “Put up as much of a fight as you would like, starlight. But a word of caution—you’ll be needing that energy later.”

#hythlodaeus #ascian #ffxiv #hythlodaeus/reader

[sapphire-deity]

I have officially hit "too deep" in the hermitcraft fandom. I saw a Levin Furniture ad and assumed I had just scrolled past an ad for iJevin. I'm fine.

#ijevin #hermitcraft #mcyt #clearly i have a problem #i will not be apologizing for this #nor will i attempt to fix it

[loebleopoldwp]

In Meyer Levin’s version of the Ann Arbor burglary, he characterized Judd (Leopold) as weakening under pressure, tripping over the furniture, hesitating, pleading to flee before they were caught. “You stink, you punk,” raged Artie (Loeb), while pushing his partner out the door. “Christ, that’s the last time I take you anywhere.”

Yet according to a report by two psychiatrists who later examined the pair, Loeb, not Leopold actually panicked. Loeb, not Leopold, wanted to leave before completing the burglary. Part of the legend of Leopold and Loeb is that Loeb dominated Leopold. Documented fact sometimes fails to support that view.

-From an early version of ‘The Crime of the Century’

#The Crime of the Century

[bonetrousled]

ok the post is gonna be massive so i am going to make a separate kevinpost w his info from the giantpost + some extra stuff that’s too long for there

KEVIN LASTNAME: amnesiac deity of ultimate destruction. during an incident roughly a year ago where a group of teens summoned him on accident and he was attacked out of fear in his fragile, freshly-formed state, he was injured severely and staggered in the night until he came across the motel. knocking on the door and seeking refuge, he was then concussed a second time at the door because hurtem saw a twelve foot tall skeleton thing and was scared

on coming to, he had no idea of any aspect of his past or where he came from. incredibly loud, blunt, and frankly stupid as rocks, but he tries his best. powers include whatever i think is funny. scared of modern technology. too strong for his own good, resulting in being the muscle of the team

FUNFACTS

named himself kevin from a “DIVINE MESSAGE” (his vision was doubling when he woke up and he saw billboards for k-mart and levin furniture out the window)

if/when he finds out his True Name it unleashes his true power. he is destined to cause the end of the world

favorite food is raw ground beef

the only piece of technology he is ok with is His phone specifically (he inspected it for small evil creatures himself) and his computer (sans lives there)

he is banned from the grocery store for turning the employees into red mist. he thinks they LOVE IT and keeps coming back to do it

believes pretty much anything u tell him. VERY fucking gullible

is not allowed to have any energy drinks following the Esplosion Incident

#txt #mayhem ocs #my ocs: kevin #// #long post

[stacys-mom-has-got-it-goin-on]

Ramblings of an upset obsessed lovestruck YA (Jess x Adam)

Author's note: Pardon me. Because mercury is in retrograde and not wanting to try drunk-texting my ex late in the early morning into trying to give me a chance, I decided to take the high road and channel those angsty unrequited "feelings" into a love-hate fanfiction with my celebrity crush Maroon 5 frontman Adam Levine as my OC's object of affection. LoL.

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Adam Levine seemed like the kind of guy you would hate but just wanted to make out with in the end.

Adam and Jess dated a long time ago but they broke up over something stupid. Jess swore she would never again allow herself to get hurt again but despite the awkwardness and hostility between the exes, she cannot help falling once again for the Maroon 5'ers charm.

Adam: "Why?"

Jess: "Why what?"

Adam: "Why not give this relationship another try? Why not try again with me?"

Jess: "Because I don't want to." But I was wrong. In my mind it was because I wanted to kiss you. Even I knew on some deep subconscious level I wanted to.

Adam: "Why?"

Jess: "What?!"

Adam: "Why don't you want to kiss me?"

Jess: "Because--!" I turn to face him and. Damn. There it is again. Those eyes he's giving me. Those big sympathetic smoldering brown puppy dog eyes. And that smile. I want to bite it. But I'm stopping myself.

Jess: "Because if I do, I won't be able to stop myself and I will just take you down to the ground. Next thing you'll know, there's about 20 middle-aged party guests walking in on us all tangled up making out on the living room carpet."

He chuckles, smiling. "Now won't that be a show?"

"Hah! Yeah." I laugh. Then I stop myself. I can't stand it. Just the mere presence of him in the same room as me is enough to drive me crazy. I ask him to leave.

Jess: "You have to leave."

Adam: "Leave?"

Jess: "Yeah!"

Adam: "What are you talking about? This is my house!"

I screwed up. What was I talking about? I was so mad I forgot! He was right, it was his house!

Jess: "Well...one of us has to surprise the guests for the party coming up in a few minutes so I'll leave."

I stomp my heels and marched out of there with my head held high.

Adam: "Wait. Jess!"

He turned around placing a hand on his head, irraculous. Only to be hit at full force with something. It was me.

"Damn you!" I said, throwing my arms around the smiling Levine. Sticking my tongue down his throat and feeling a mixture of shame and relief. We both fell down to the floor. Still wrapped in each other's arms. Kissing. Rolling around. Laughing. He was smiling. As much as I didn't want to, I smiled back. As much as I hated him, I still somehow loved this idiot. We stopped for a moment so he could run a tattooed hand through my soft long brown hair and part it away from my face before planting another kiss. Tongue and all. "You fool." I growled at him, eyes glaring. He smiled, "You are so cute when you're angry." Another kiss and we rolled to the side again. Surrounded by mahogany leather living room furniture and the humongous living room carpet may have chaffed but I didn't care. Though dating-- kissing-- whatever it was-- with him felt like a war. A silly little game we were playing that I couldn't win. With slipping the tongue occasionally. God I hated him! I loved him but I hated him. That idiot. That charming gorgeous idiot. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to overpower him. I wanted to pin him down. I wanted to shut him up with kisses. I think I already did.

Ugh I hated it. *kiss* but I loved it. *kiss* I hated it. *kiss* But I wanted him. *kiss*

A while passed before-- "OH MY GOD!!"

We broke apart from the kissing and looked around.

"What!? what!?"

We both looked up.

An old lady was standing there in a pretty pink muumuu, with a pearl necklace, gold jewelry earrings bracelets, brown handbag and cream colored shoes -- just standing there horrified and pointing a finger right at us. And there they were. A bunch of middle aged people having just witnessed two young adults doing something unholy on the living room floor. I mean it was just good kissing but still. Hehe, I guess the party guests arrived sooner than we thought.

"Mr. Levine, this is the tequila brand you're endorsing?" Said an old man from the crowd.

We both scrambled up to our feet, dusting ourselves off, trying to hide my fushia pink lipstick which was now ruined and all over our mouths.

He couldn't stop laughing. Neither could I. I think we had to laugh through the awkwardness.

"We can explain this." He said. "We're drunk REALLY drunk." I spoke up. That was a lie. I mean we weren't drunk, not on actual alcohol. But on a weird mixture of feelings. I hated his guts but I wasn't drunk.

"Well if that's what the good tequila does for you, I want it!" One old lady spoke up. Everyone laughed and we laughed.

#adam levine x reader #adam levine imagine #maroon 5 #adam levine #adam levine x oc

[baileye]

Friendship used to be seen as one of the most important parts of life. Going back to the sixth century, there were official church ceremonies to turn friends into sworn brothers, who might go on to be buried together instead of with their wives. In letters between same-sex friends in the 18th and 19th centuries, friends were utterly effusive about each other.

This kind of centering of friendship happened in periods of history when marriage was not the premier emotional relationship in a person’s life. The classics scholar Craig Williams writes that Romans didn’t use terms like “just friends” or “more than friends” to refer to spouses because “the implicit devaluation of friendly as opposed to romantic or married love would have struck most Romans as perverse.” At that time, he asks, “what could be more than friendship?”

People in the U.S. and Western Europe started internalizing the idea that friendship is a peripheral relationship when two historical trends converged around the turn of the 20th century: same-sex intimacy became suspect, and marriage started to consume people’s emotional lives. Once the identity category of homosexuality emerged—along with a stigma attached to it—it was no longer innocent for same-sex friends to swoon over each other. And around the same time, expectations for marriage ballooned. 

I picture marriage as a man on the subway spreading his legs wider and wider as time passes, leaving little room for anyone else. If friendships wanted to fit, they needed to shrink.

//

I’ll offer one factor, and that’s aspiration. As in, what do people aspire to in their lives? 

Sure, people may say they care about their friends, but it’s probably not in their model of success to have a life oriented around friendship—where they live right by or even with friends, maybe raise kids with friends and so on. Far more likely, the image of a successful life involves a stable job, living with a partner in privacy, maybe with some West Elm furniture and lush floor plants. 

Kristen Berman and Phil Levin, who started Radish, told me they’ve found it hard to get people to want something different from the one thing they’ve been told to want. To get people to want something different — specifically, living within steps of friends — they’ve had to push harder than feels comfortable to them. They’ll invite people to stay in Radish for a few weeks so that the abstract benefits of living near friends becomes real. (Priya Rose, who built a community of friends in Brooklyn, found her way to the same process.) 

To fight off the gravitational pull of the nuclear family default, it currently takes people like Kristen and Phil and Priya who are willing to pour tons of time and resources into creating another option — and making that option visible and attractive. Not everyone has a friend like them in their life, so they may never realize the possibility of a different path and its benefits. 

On a practical level, it’s more complicated to organize life around friends not only because there are more needs to balance compared to coordinating with one romantic partner but also because our laws and housing stock are designed for nuclear families. In our society, it’s easier to slide into the default and just take the erosion of friendship as a given.

[kapitihardscaping]

The Art of Decking: Crafting Beautiful Outdoor Spaces

Welcome to the world of decking, where functional and beautiful outdoor spaces come to life! In today's fast-paced world, creating a relaxing and inviting outdoor area has become more important than ever.

Whether it's for entertaining guests, unwinding after a long day, or simply enjoying nature, a well-crafted decking Kapiti Coast can significantly enhance the overall appeal and functionality of your outdoor space. Throughout this comprehensive guide, let’s explore the art of decking, from understanding materials to designing and building your dream outdoor oasis.

Understanding Decking Materials

When it comes to decking materials, the options are vast, each with its own set of advantages and considerations. From timeless wood to modern composite and PVC, the choice of material plays a crucial role in determining the overall look, durability, and maintenance of your deck.

Understanding the pros and cons of each material is essential in making an informed decision that aligns with your specific needs and preferences. Rest assured, we'll navigate through these fencing Levin options in a friendly and approachable manner, making the selection process an enjoyable and insightful experience.

Designing Your Deck

Designing a captivating deck encompasses a comprehensive approach that extends beyond material selection. It's an opportunity to fashion a space that harmonises with your outdoor surroundings and mirrors your individual taste.

Factors such as layout, shape, and the incorporation of elements like built-in seating or lighting are pivotal in enhancing both the functionality and visual appeal of your deck. Our insightful tips aim to assist you every step of the way, empowering you to unleash your creativity while envisioning the perfect outdoor sanctuary. As you embark on this journey of deck design, we encourage you to embrace your unique vision and explore innovative ideas. Whether you aspire to create a cosy relaxation spot or a lively entertainment area, each decision contributes to shaping a space that aligns with your lifestyle and preferences.

By considering various aspects of decking Kapiti Coast design and functionality, you can craft a deck that not only meets your practical needs but also becomes a captivating extension of your home, inviting you to immerse yourself in outdoor bliss.

Adding Personal Touches

Once the foundation is set, it's time to infuse your fencing Levin with personal touches that transform it into a true reflection of your style and preferences. From decor and furniture to landscaping and outdoor accessories, there are countless ways to personalise your outdoor space.

Our friendly suggestions will inspire you to create an inviting atmosphere tailored to your individual tastes, ensuring that your deck becomes a cherished setting for relaxation, entertainment, and lasting memories.

Final Words

Let’s hope you've gained valuable insights into the art of decking and the boundless possibilities it offers for creating functional and beautiful outdoor spaces. Embarking on your own deck crafting journey should now feel like an exciting adventure filled with confidence and creativity.

Whether you're a seasoned DIY enthusiast or a newcomer to the realm of outdoor design, we hope this guide has been a valuable resource in your journey towards creating the deck of your dreams. Here's to the endless possibilities of decking Kapiti Coast outdoor decking and the countless memories waiting to be made in your own personalised outdoor oasis.

Source : The Art of Decking: Crafting Beautiful Outdoor Spaces

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[pazodetrasalba]

An Ode to Capitalism

Dear Caroline:

An old bias of mine is that knowing a little bit about investing is worse than knowing nothing at all (I still hold to this, and I'd justify it on the danger of making terrible investments due to overconfidence in what feels like a completely stochastic process). Another one, which I am recovering from, is the idea that any job that is useful has be physically painful and/or intellectually mind-numbing. This will sound silly to you, but it came as a function of my social background: mom and dad worked their way up to owning and working in restaurant; years later, stepdad did the same, from construction worker to furniture retailer, with a side business in funeral services. I had to help occasionally with the latter two, and was fixated on not continuing them in the future. The better alternative seemed something intellectually satisfying and physically undemanding, decently well paid and with free time for reading and cultivation, which is how I ended up where I am.

This book is one more drop in a bucketful of professions I've since learned can actually be both interesting and lucrative. Before reading it, I knew next to nothing about hedge managers - although having followed the FTX and Alameda story in news and books, I was not so much in the dark as, say, a year ago. It is also decently written and moderately engaging, but its virtues for me lie somewhere else: they help me glimpse a little bit more into your own mind and the sort of work and life you've led from your Jane Street days to the present. And I do treasure every scrap of information I can get.

Back to the book itself: some of the things it talks about (like the origins of the 2008 crisis) I had already heard or read about in the news, but others, not so much. I used to think that whatever hedge funds were, they were subordinate to / controlled by banks , which is obviously not the case. From this volume's perspective, they look more like the market makers, the entities that help the Invisible Hand work smoothly and the ones who make it their job to exploit market inefficiencies in such a way as to make the whole go back to optimal efficiency. In the way, they earn some money, of course. Doing this requires working unimaginably long hours, a willingness to take calculated risks every day and all the time, and amassing lots of information and crunching it in search of the little gaps, knowledge imbalances et caetera that allow profits to be made. it also has a massively psychologically challenging element to it: both controlling one's impulses and anxieties and navigating through the irrational mood swings, losses of confidence, blind panic and even blinder optimism that make the economical world go round. Describing this job as 'stressful' seems like a massive understatement.

The book was, as stated, quite entertaining - the Anonymous Hedge Fund Manager looks like someone it would pay (pun intended) to meet and talk to. It is also quite short, which is unusual in your recommendations. I don't quite get why you would like it so much, given that you are already extremely cognizant of everything it talks about, except perhaps because it might have been a light and entertaining read, and one depicting someone not unlike yourself doing a job not unlike what you were doing. Also, I've just checked that it is one of Matt Levine's recommendation, and I well remember reading your telling us that as a 'finance bro', you were rather keen on following his reading advice.

When the author was explaining how some hedge funds can blow up, towards the end, I couldn't help but thinking about your own situation in Alameda. Allied with other pieces of information, I tried to make a very superficial mental map of the fall, of which I'll share a couple of thoughts, even if it always shames me to put my economical illiteracy in front of your eyes in a way that can make you think less of me. Alameda's early successes, whatever the details, would have come from it being a very early hedge fund in a chaotic, wildly inefficient world -crypto- that lacked them. It seems like it might not have had that many good traders besides Sam, Trabucco and yourself, and trading bots that left much to be desired. Once the big companies began exploring the field, they probably outcompeted you quite easily, but a very big crypto bull market would have made it possible to still make large profits, even with extra bites coming from market making at FTX and Sam's lavish ventures investments and repurchase of FTX shares. The Diary mentions that blow-ups can come from overleveraging, and that seems to have been the main issue when the Terra-Luna collapse and crypto winter fell upon the scene. In a way, this is the narrative that Sam's lawyers were trying to put through in the trial, while they were attempting to push the causes of the collapse in your not hedging enough. Of course, in their hands this was bollocks for at least two reasons: the thing being judged was the commission of fraud, not of bad investment strategies - good luck in the latter would just have meant the fraud would not have been discovered, not that it hadn't been committed. The second was that, whatever your possible limitations and inexperience as a hedge fund CEO, having to bend over backwards to Sam's dictates and shopping sprees meant that you weren't in a position to hedge that much anyway.

This last year has also been a terrible one for you, and right now we are in the anniversary of those days when the whole house of cards came tumbling down. I am hopeful that you've left the worst behind you, even if one, last, big hurdle still lies in the month ahead, by which I mean your sentencing, but I think we have every cause to be mildly optimistic about that, and that is something you should keep in mind while you start the long, laborious healing process that is long overdue.

I also made a short review of the book in my bookreads, which you might like to see.

#caroline ellison #books #hedge funds

[tieflingteef]

couple serpent kadigan snippets (neither of these are final, all of this is subject to change)

As snake demons went, Serpent Kadigan was largely human-looking. This had helped prior to the Shattering of Masks in 2096, since it made the magical disguise much simpler than having to shapeshift altogether. He was tall and slender, with pale skin, golden eyes, a silver tail, and, in his own opinion, rather shapely legs, which the jean shorts and fishnets he was wearing showed off nicely. He moved with a graceful fluidity and a serpentine flexibility which were… distinctly contrasted by his distractibility.

He was currently descending a set of stairs in the tumbling manner of a fool, having been so thoroughly entranced by his own thoughts (he had been thinking primarily about eating crickets) that he’d completely failed to realize he was near them.

“Shit, dude,” Ship said from the top of the stairs when Serpent had reached the landing and ceased his movement. “You all right?”

Serpent gave a weak thumbs-up.

“Oh, good. What the fuck was that?”

Ship Ainsley was one of Serpent’s closest friends, a sapient AI whose primary role was to control a spaceship. She chose her name herself, with the aim of being confusing. (Not to mention that the ship she operated, which Serpent had titled the Astral Voyager, was known by the entirety of Serpent’s circle as the Ship courtesy of Ainsley, and she’d named Caduceus, the small professional shamanistics business he operated, Team Ship. …To be fair, Serpent supposed, he himself was a snake demon named after a synonym for “snake.”) Currently, she was inhabiting her auxiliary robotic body, which was under five feet tall, blue-haired, dressed in deceptively professional-looking clothing, and, at the moment, staring down in amazement at Serpent’s buffoonery.

At her question, Serpent rose to his feet and turned to look at her. “Perhaps that dizzying intellect of yours could discover the answer unaided, hm?”

“Oh, okay,” she said as he walked up the stairs. “So you really did just trip and fall like a moron.”

Serpent sighed. “Yes, I’m an imbecile. Does that satisfy, wretch?”

Ship paused as if to think. “Hm… yep!”

“You’re very fortunate we’re friends,” Serpent said as he passed her by.

“Oh, come on, like you have any real enemies anyway,” Ship said. “You’re the only immortal I’ve ever met who’s that bad at keeping grudges.”

“What?” Serpent asked, squinting in confusion, before his eyes drifted over to his friends Jess Levin and Nyanke James, assassins who had been hired to kill him a few months prior. They were playing a game of cards; Jess appeared to be losing, judging by their dark expression and Nyanke’s cool confidence as she put her feet up on the table. “Oh, dear. Nyanke, what have I told you about shoes on the furniture?”

Nyanke rolled her eyes. “All right, ma,” she said, though she did as Serpent asked. (Actually, she was Serpent’s sister-in-law, as their brothers were married.)

“I appreciate it,” Serpent said. “I try not to be fussy—”

Ship snorted.

“—But as I’ve said,” Serpent pointedly continued, “I have a highly acute sense of smell. It is is important to me that my apartment remain cleanly.”

…and then Serp’s backstory is like

Serpent knelt in the dark in a pool of cold water. This pool was the central basin within a small, ancient temple on the Noctian Seaside, far below a canopy of gigantic mangrove trees, that was fashioned out of the petrified gray wood of one such tree. The stench of damp stone was nearly overpowering.

“Ablanathanalba… askion kataskion lix tetrax damnameneus aision…” Serpent murmured, the ancient words he spoke meaningless yet suffused with chthonic might. Empty words. Words of darkness. “Powers of chaos, I call to thee. I invoke thee, great Thal Leviathan, ruler of Limbo, outermost circle of Hell. I invoke thee, darkness beyond Hell, where the light of Pandemonium does not reach. I invoke thee, Abaddon, spirit of the Abyss which lies beyond the sight of Hesh Lucifer.”

tl;dr: wow. what a little freak.

#serpent kadigan #serpiverse

[aixelsyd13]

One last message from Levin?

Actual footage from a staff meeting about my recliner...

Have you read about our experience buying a recliner from @levinfurnituremattress? (Levin Furniture and Mattress/Levin Furniture and Mattress) Catch up here before I drop the latest communication from them: https://wp.me/pwqzc-3eo 🪑 I would love to hear your thoughts on how they or I could have handled the situation better. I don’t feel they owe me anything at this point. Where should we go…

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[farewellfuneralsau]

Cremation Services - Arrangements For the Final Disposal of a Loved One

When a loved one is cremated, there are different options for the final disposition of their remains. These are discussed with a funeral specialist or consultant as part of the planning process.

Sending flowers to the funeral home can help to create an atmosphere of warmth and caring. This is especially true when the deceased was well loved and cared for by many. To know more about Cremation Services in Redlands, visit the Farewell Funerals website or call 0404660974.

The first step is to select an urn. These come in many different material selections from metal to glass and ceramic. Generally adult urns are larger and therefore have higher Redlands cremation urns cost than child urns.

After a basic body preparation (washing and disinfecting, closing the eyes and mouth and redressing), a viewing can be held before the cremation process. A religious service can also be held in a funeral home chapel if preferred by the deceased’s family.

The cremation itself takes place in a special furnace called a cremator. This is set to a cycle of heating, maximum burn, boost and cooling. This is done to ensure that all the bones are reduced to ash. During this time, the ashes are inspected for metal remnants from pins, screws and joints the deceased may have had surgically removed in life. These are removed by hand or with magnets and sent for recycling as part of the overall cremation process.

When a loved one is cremated, the remains are removed from the body and reduced to a fine powder, mostly grey in color. The ashes can be stored in an urn for display at home, kept within memorial garden furniture, scattered in a special place that was meaningful to the deceased or even interred in a cemetery plot.

A funeral service may be held immediately after the cremation or days or weeks later at a time when family members can gather to celebrate the life of their loved one. Whether you choose a funeral or memorial service, the urn of your loved one will be returned to you following the event.

A casket burial is also an option that can be accompanied by a graveside or chapel service and traditional ground burial. In addition, the urn of your loved one can be stored in a family plot, entombed within a mausoleum, or placed in an urn niche at a columbarium.

Farewell Funerals can help you make the final arrangements for your loved one. The process is much more streamlined than that of arranging a burial. It is also more affordable as you do not have to pay for the purchase of a grave site and its long-term upkeep.

The cremated remains may be scattered in a memorial garden, cemetery, over water or at any other meaningful location. They can also be stored in an urn. Some people prefer to scatter some of their loved ones ashes while keeping the rest in an urn in their home.

If you wish, you can hold a memorial service after the cremation. This is a very therapeutic event for family members who are mourning their loss and gives them an opportunity to share fond memories of the deceased. The memorial service can be held immediately after the cremation or days or weeks later at a time that is convenient for everyone.

The term next of kin is generally used to identify a person’s closest living relatives. These individuals can either be related by blood or have legal standing, such as spouses and adopted children. The specifics of determining next of kin and inheritance rights vary by country and jurisdiction.

In California, the legal next of kin are known as the intestate heirs and are defined as those closest to a decedent in terms of family relationships. They typically receive the largest portion of a deceased’s estate if a will does not exist.

Losing a loved one is incredibly difficult, especially when they die due to another’s wrongful actions. The experienced wrongful death lawyers at Milligan, Beswick, Levine & Knox can help to ease the pain of your loss by holding responsible parties accountable. Contact us to learn more. We serve clients throughout the San Bernardino-Riverside metropolitan area, including Adelanto, Apple Valley, Barstow, Colton, Fontana, Hesperia, Loma Linda, and Redlands. To know more about Cremation Services in Redlands, visit the Farewell Funerals website or call 0404660974.

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