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vanishingsydney · 2 years
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You are on Aboriginal land. In the case of the Inner West, it's Gadigal Country. Earthworks just starting on an enormous new apartment building complex - 270 units spread over buildings up to 12 storey's high on what was mainly low-rise inter-war period light industrial factories and warehouses. Directly under absolute flight path, less than 3km from the end of the main runway at Sydney Airport. They'll need double glazed windows. Rampant over development. Marrickville.
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hiccupbutpurple · 1 year
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I was watching Shellshocked again, specifically Viggo pacing and got the imagine of Hiccup and Viggo both being stressed about some type of mission/idea they are working on and since both of them stress pace, they are just walking in a circle in perfect sync and someone walks in and just seems them just mirroring each other and walks right outta the room.
There’s so many things for them to circle: empty space, a table, the arenas (it’s a very wide pace right around the entire edge), their dragons, the fire pit, a house, an unsuspecting human, each other
They literally have the exact same frame from when they walk across the screen for Viggo in Shellshocked p2 and for Hiccup in I think it’d Follow the Leader
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custommadeca · 6 months
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timmurleyart · 2 years
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Sunny day real estate. 🦈🎶🟦🎸
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prokopetz · 10 months
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"Private submarine carrying several billionaire tourists goes missing while surveying the wreckage of the Titanic."
Well, it had to happen eventually. This is where big-ticket extreme tourism and shooting untrained assholes into space and such was always going to lead – frankly, it's surprising that it took this long for a major incident to crop up.
"One of the missing passengers is the president and CEO of the company that owns and operates the submarine."
Huh. Well, points for putting his money where his mouth is, I guess. I wonder if–
"The missing CEO's name is Stockton Rush."
Oh, bullshit. That's not a real person – that's the name of a guy who builds an inexplicably 1950s-themed underwater theme park and then gets eaten by a shark in a cautionary tale about the perils of libertarianism. That's the name of a guy who carries off an oceanfront real estate scam that somehow ends with Superman fighting a telepathic squid. Fucking "Stockton Rush". Unbelievable.
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arizonanativerealtor · 8 months
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New blog!
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shawnrealty · 1 year
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Tuesday Real Estate Update: Silicon Valley Bank Shut Down and Property Sharks
Silicon Valley Bank bail out, what's coming? 2 Tips for home buyers and owners.
Tuesday Real Estate Update #TREU: Silicon Valley Bank Shut Down and Property Sharks Silicon Valley Bank bail out, what’s coming? Silicon Valley Bank bail out, fractional banking only requires 10% reserves of deposits, FDIC covers less than 2% of deposits? $40 Billions withdrawn in one day? At the current trend, we may expect the following: Maybe more banks mergers coming. Tighter mortgage…
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ichorai · 5 months
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paranoid android ; series masterlist.
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track two of OK COMPUTER.
pairing ; coriolanus snow x reader (gender-neutral)
series synopsis ; when you laughed, airy and light and reminiscent to that of wind chimes, coryo wished he could bottle up the sound and keep it as his, only his.
wc ; 27k and counting!
themes ; angst, fluff, action, smut, lovers to kind-of-enemies
warnings / includes ; themes of classism, violence, death, nepotism, smut, coriolanus' descent into evil </3
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chapter one: wool. snow’s remaining spindly hand cradled your face and he stepped closer, intuitive eyes roaming over your face, wondering just how much of you was real. how much of you was lying, just as he was?
chapter two: button. what did make him pause, however, was the very top button of your shirt. misshaped. odd. not matching the rest of your buttons. his gift to you. “you’re wearing it,” coriolanus whispered. his voice sounded strained.
chapter three: weave. there was a rose in his hand, you realized. white, just like the one he gave to you when he first met your parents. but it wasn’t for you, since he had yet to hand it over— you figured it was for lucy gray. you would’ve thought it was sweet of him, if only you hadn’t been aware of his motivations to gain her trust. still, you’d be a hypocrite if you criticized him for it. you’d also brought something for your tribute.
chapter four: thread. “they’re all just copying us, you know,” he said, sounding almost bitter. “of course they are,” you replied, taking a drawn-out sip from your cup. “we showed them there’s no sharks in the water. obviously they’re going to jump in.”
chapter five: stitch. and he clearly wasn’t thinking straight, because his feet didn’t bring him back to his own filthy, dirty, rat-infested home. he brought himself to your winged estate, gardened and manicured and polished to perfection.
chapter six: skirt. coming soon!
chapter seven: tie. coming soon!
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vanishingsydney · 2 years
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Edwardian era corner (1905). Elaborate funereal urn architectural ornaments, even if they were more than ten years out of fashion by then. Whoever J Mc K was is lost in the mists of time. Marrickville.
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ri-writing · 1 year
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Now that Dracula Daily has gotten to the part where Jonathan tells us what he does for a living, let's talk about this.  There was a lot of confusion among Americans last year about what a solicitor is and what they do.
Basically, a solicitor is a type of lawyer.  A very high level explanation is that a solicitor is a transactional attorney in the UK.  If you need a will, want to purchase real estate, want to form a corporation, or want to obtain letters patent from the government so you can impress the sharks on Shark Tank, you're going to want to talk to a solicitor. 
As an aside, Jonathan is not the type of lawyer who tries cases.  Lawyers who try cases in the UK are called “barristers,” and they are a different animal.
In the beginning of Dracula, Jonathan is going to talk with Count Dracula about a real estate purchase.  Helping their clients purchase and sell real estate is a thing lawyers do.  Land purchases are REALLY complex transactions and a lot has to be done behind the scenes before everyone sits down to sign documents at closing.  There are contracts with special archaic property language that must be drafted and reviewed.  A real estate lawyer is also going to research the history of the property to ensure that the seller has the ability to sell the land to the buyer (is conveying good title), and is going to identify any restrictions (encumbrances) there are on the land so the buyer knows what they’re getting.  After closing, documents showing that the land was transferred must be recorded with the government to complete the transaction (in the US, this happens at a Register of Deeds office). 
So this is why Jonathan’s in Transylvania.  His law firm was hired to represent a foreign aristocrat (read: very important wealthy client) who is purchasing real estate in the United Kingdom.  Jonathan’s boss has sent Jonathan to visit the client, answer any questions the client has, and finalize the transaction.
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seat-safety-switch · 1 year
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Real estate in my area is depressing. There’s the usual: unaffordable condos, unaffordable row homes, unaffordable single-family homes. Boring! Where’s the castles? Where are the volcano fortresses? I can scroll the listings all day long and not a single torture pit or giant laser dome will appear before my wondering eyes.
Part of this is no doubt because of economic incentives. Something like a tank full of sharks that you slowly lower spies into is expensive to maintain – we’re talking sharks, shark food, water, water filtering, the occasional liability lawsuit. Not only that, but any realtor worth their salt is gonna tell you to get rid of it, since it makes the room look smaller. In their eyes, most customers are not “shark tank” people, and they may be thrown off by its presence during a walk-through. Better to move it somewhere else, and put out some decorative throw pillows to cover the spot where it used to sit.
This even affects me, a person with no particular bent towards supervillainy. What do I want? A large industrial space for storing cars, car parts, car accessories, and broken cars. And it would be nice to have a place to put a bed, and maybe a toilet. Does the real estate market provide me with such a building? No. Which is why I’m currently taking a shit at the 7-Eleven, because my bathroom is full of moped parts. I know it’s just for staff, Ethan.
Perhaps I should just be grateful. I heard that some big Hollywood star ended up with a castle addiction. They’re expensive to heat, castles. Just couldn’t stop buying them, the community association was soaking him for every red cent. That’s how they get you, you know. Moat fees. Plus the parking sucks.
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lazulifoster · 11 months
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Random Red Dead Redemption 2 Headcanons
My friend and I have been talking about RDR2 quite a bit, so I had no choice but to get to writing again, and it feels amazing! Starting off easy, but I hope to keep going from here. Thanks Arely for the inspiration!
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Arthur’s favorites in the camp are Tilly and Lenny. He also has a soft spot for Grimshaw.
Arthur had a crush on Grimshaw when he first met her. She was a pretty, older woman, and he definitely got shy around her as a young man. She saw him as a little punk (affectionately) that she kept a special eye on.
Arthur is Grimshaw's favorite.
Arthur is Hosea’s favorite—John used to be Dutch’s favorite before he left for a year.
Arthur is an anxious-avoidant attachment. He doesn’t want to fall for someone, but my goodness, if he does, you'll own real estate in that man’s heart forever (cough cough, Mary)
Arthur: “No one [woman] will have me.” BECAUSE YOU’RE TOO ANXIOUS AND RUN AWAY FROM YOUR FEELINGS, Cowpoke.
High honor Arthur has nightmares of shit he’s done. Especially the loan shark stuff. This is why I think deep down he envies Micah’s ability to not give a fuck at all. Because the guilt of all the bad things he’s done consumes Arthur, I'd imagine that “free” feeling must be nice.
Arthur hates Strauss. Not as outwardly as his disdain for Micah, but he does. At the very least, Arthur doesn’t respect Strauss in the slightest. He also hates himself for aiding Strauss in his loan shark endeavors.
Javier keeps up with his appearance but underestimates his attractiveness.
Mary Beth has had a crush on everyone in camp at least once (except Micah), or she’s romanticized at least one quality about every man in camp (again, except Micah.) But she romanticizes Arthur and Dutch the most.
(1) Because Arthur is, well, Arthur, and who amongst us hasn't romanticized this handsome boi.
(2) and Dutch, because he’s been paying extra attention to her lately; he reads and appreciates that she does too; and she looks up to him.
Karen is the best to gossip with in the camp; you know the tea is piping hot when she’s around.
Tilly is universally loved by the camp (Maybe apart from Bill and Micah), but even Grimshaw (who is really hard on her) puts up a big fight to save her. She’s well-loved by the camp.
Trelawny is married but still flirts with the girls at camp and has other dalliances. His wife suspects this but doesn’t mind as much as you’d expect.
Charles is also very romantic with his partners, and I mean THE MOST romantic out of everyone in the VDL gang.
Sadie is a one-and-done woman. Her husband was the love of her life. I don’t even think she hooked up with anyone after he died. Jake was her one and only.
Kieran smells bad. That is not my opinion; it’s canon. Drunk Arthur even tells him to wash.
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simply-ivanka · 2 months
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O'Leary Ventures chief and "Shark Tank's" "Mr. Wonderful" Kevin O'Leary warned real estate investors against developing in New York following a state judge's ruling that former President Trump must pay $355 million in punitive damages in his civil fraud case.
O'Leary told "Fox & Friends Weekend" to take the "Trump factor" out of the equation and look at the case as if it were any real estate developer with a marked presence in New York State.
"Forget about the Trump factor," he said. "It's not about that. What does this say to everybody that wants to do work in New York and wants to risk capital? … this judge arbitrarily decide[d] that this is the right amount. I don't understand it. No developer does."
He added, "It's an atrocity. It's an embarrassment, but it's an assault on real estate."
O'Leary echoed his comments Monday on "Cavuto: Coast to Coast" on FOX Business.
'New York was already a loser state, like California is a loser state. There are many loser states because of policy, high taxes on competitive regulation,' he said. 'I would never invest in New York now. And I'm not the only person saying that.' 
O'Leary said very few business sectors create the amount of cash flow that real estate does. What Trump was found liable for doing, he argued, is not too different from the typical "haggling" that goes on between a prospective debtor and a bank.
"You go to a bank and you say, 'Look, I want to borrow $200 million to build a building’. And they say, ‘What assets do you have that we can secure this loan against?’ And you point to a building you built before, and you haggle, and you argue about the value of that building."
With New York appearing to categorize some instances of that process as potentially fraudulent, O'Leary said New York has supplanted California as the top name on his list of "loser states" for business.
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inkyquince · 1 year
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Patreon Post: Wren's Unionising Perks (Wren)
content warning: Cheating, Cucking, Nasty Wren really into Remy's spouse
Wren always got what he wanted. Not while he was growing up, no, never then. But when he reached his twenties, he found out there’s a lot he could get, either with his winning smile, or with quick hands. Then his tongue could worm himself into some good graces in more ways than one. He liked getting what he wanted. Suddenly, he could put food on the table. Suddenly, he had a favourite leather jacket. Suddenly, life was a breeze and nothing could bring him down.
So, all in all, fuck you.
Fuck you.
God, he’d love to fuck you.
Regular little love story, you and Remy. Horse Ranch meets Riding School. Horrible father meets Horrible Future Husband. Married within 6 months.
Wren didn’t hate a lot of things. Bad hair days. Shit hands when playing poker. Maybe when those shark teeth cut his fingers when spending his Friday lunches at the prison. But fuck, he hated you. He really hated you. He hated you till his stomach was painted with his own cum, his cock sore as his fingers gripped the base too tightly.
Cute townie, trotting in here. Can’t ride a horse, looks lost when Remy rattles off facts about why his cows are the most excellent, didn’t even own a pair of boots until you ruined a pair of your fancy shoes in the mud. Real cute. The kind of adorable where if someone like you, with a face like that, Wren would definitely have you in his bed after a charming little riding lesson and some flirting. But he couldn’t. Because of that fucking golden ring adoring your finger.
He did do his best at first, keeping away from you, real polite, only sometimes swinging by to help out when you got lost on the stupidly big estate. One of his winning smiles, a squeeze of your elbow, and then he could disappear back into his work, only sometimes glancing over to see what you were up to. Sweet little thing. Sweet thing that he won’t lure into his bed at all, god no, because he will be fired at best, killed at medium, and turned into one of Remy’s best bulls at worst.
Which was annoying. He didn’t even pay attention to you. It’s like that one time when he was a wee sprog, his somewhat friend had a toy that they hadn’t played with in a while, and then acted so annoyed when he stole it for himself. Like, what did he expect? When people put stuff aside, Wren will usually take it and be halfway out the door before they realise it was gone.
He just happened to think that the same rules should apply to you. Get left in the corner too long, and he’s allowed to step in. No one puts baby in the corner and so on and so forth. But apparently Remy and the Church of England were against his very reasonable thought process.
Luckily, you seemed to agree with his thought process. Somewhat.
You were obviously bored. Leaning against the bedroom balcony, watching the cows be led out. Wren looked up from his horse, the scene mocking Romeo and Juliet as you barely looked at him, and he was getting a lovely view of your legs. But you did notice him. Soft brown eyed boy with the wicked smile. You didn’t get to meet him properly, only formally. Remy just vaguely gestured at him, called him Wren and moved on, with one gloved hand pressing against your back.
A gesture Wren also liked to do with you.
Spotting you, bored, petting one of the horses. Hand against your back. Inviting you to a poker game. You accept.
The others worry. They can’t have fun like they usually do. Nothing scandalous or perverted, not while the boss’ spouse is sitting so pretty at the table. You were fun, it turns out. Only got more fun as the others became drowsy and passed out from all the shots. Only you and Wren awake.
How could he resist?
Tit for tat, he offered. Which you countered with “Tits for Tattoos?”, which amused him. You pull off your shirt, in return to see one of his tattoos. He likes you naked, and you like him… Showing off to you.
You win a hand, he has to share embarrassing stories, tattoos, see if he can tie a cherry stem into a knot with his tongue. He wins one…
He gets to taste that pretty little mouth. Lick your teeth as his lean hands grip your thighs, pressing you close. Wren gets to grope and squeeze and touch, feeling his thigh get warmer from where you are perched so cutely. Best of all, he could tell that Remy had yet to do his husbandly duty and fuck you like a whore. You were his, and the thought of shoving your face into the pillows of the marriage bed to fuck your hole raw never crossed his mind.
Idiot.
Well, Wren was his right hand man for a reason. Pick up the slack where Remy can’t.
It isn’t the marriage bed, but it’s his, and fuck, you look good. Debauched and spreading your legs just for him. To be fucked, a couple of paces down from your mansion, in his little cottage. He couldn’t breed you, obviously, but the thought of keeping you full, sated and a happy little spouse for his friend had him stroking at your stomach greedily. All his, at least for most nights in the week, and maybe every other midday break.
Yes, Wren settles on, as he fucks into your hole roughly, enjoying the arching plane of your back as you grip his thin pillows and covers. Yes, this is how it should be. Enjoying a tight little thing in his own bed.
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cherry-salmon · 6 months
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i usually draw wof characters pretty similar to canon so i figured i’d make some headcanons and mess around with the designs a bit! info under the cut :)
i think seawings from shallower waters would be a lot more colorful than other tribes. color doesn’t travel as well in the water as it does through air, so animals can get away with being flashier. there are still dragons that are just solid blue or green, but it’s pretty common to find a dragon with more colors.
i also like to imagine that there are seawings that live in the deep sea too cause it’s free real estate lol. deep water seawings are less active and have longer gill filaments (like frilled sharks) to take in more oxygen. while they can still live in shallow water and on land, they’re much more comfortable in the deep sea.
in my hc, they were split off from the shallow water seawings for long enough to become distinct, but in the past few hundred years or so they’ve reestablished contact. there’s still a geographic barrier, but it’s relatively common for dragons to have family from both groups.
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