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[pursuitseternal]

“Something:” an update to “Our Blood is Thicker,” 🐦‍⬛💞🦇a little something for the Anniversary of BG3

Ascended Astarion x Cordehlia (Tav) | T | 1.6K

Summary: One year since she found her betrothed in her path, Cordehlia reminisces with heartache and happiness in equal measure.

CW: mentions of their past griefs and traumas, nostalgia

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One year… a full year since that nautilus crashed, a year since she found her once betrothed elven lordling in her path. Had it been only a year since her heart rent itself apart at finding him again and let their love stitch it back together?

It had also been a year, then, since her life hung precariously in the balance, a life and a love deemed worthy of seven-thousand and seven souls to be his eternal bride. The passage of time had taken their hopeful, youthful Star Elf selves and broken them, refined them, and made them into the adamantine weapons of power they now were—The Ascendant and his Consort. It was days like this, when the summer heat was unbearable along the Sword Coast that she longed most for the emerald foliage and canopies of the Yuirwood.

She longed for the carefree playing in streams and knolls, in mud and sunshine. She missed his violet eyes and her star-kissed silver ones, those long nights of pleasure on the mossy banks of the forest, the feeling of their warm bodies moving more fluidly than the streams just beside them.

She missed their parents, the wizened, knowing smiles her father would give, even the subtle looks of approval his mother, the High Lady, would sneak her way when they were alone.

In all her decades of darkness, pursuing countless foes and splashing herself in their blood, she never once felt homesick. Love sick, yes. Grief stricken, yes. But it wasn’t until his love for her thawed the chill of her hatred and pain that she remembered home.

And now, she lived in a luxury not of her own heritage. Her skin was cold and her teeth were sharp. Her heart no longer raced with the pleasure he coaxed from her still, and it didn’t rap against her ribs in battle or flutter nervously when Astarion smirked at her. It was probably for the best that their past was nearly as eradicated as their own hopes for a life among their people.

She knew their village had left, that everyone journeyed to other reaches of Faerûn or other realms after the death of their High Lord and Lady… their murder in the City and the ultimate decimation of their line had been exacted.

They had been robbed of their rulers, their line… and their prince. Astarion.

It was all pain that should have been so easy to forget in their palace gardens. Leaning against the great oak tree at its heart, she sat with her skirts fanned, a book on her lap. This late summer sun warmed her too much; even back home, she preferred the cool caress of shade.

Not like him, her love, her lord. He stood near her, gazing down into the pond that collected the bubbling streams of water from the fountain of pure gold. Opulently, impeccably dressed, his silk jacket and pants caught the breeze making that cream, pearlescent material shimmer in the sun. But the gold and silk, the water or the sun itself, none of it was as radiant as him. His fearsome, handsome reflection no doubt shined up at him at his feet, that rakish tilt of his brows, those full, smirking lips rippling and paling in comparison to their original.

He was magnificent, glorious…. Ruthless to his enemies and adoring to his Bride.

The Vampire Ascendant.

It was a far more intimidating title than a mere elven High Lord. Astarion traded in being a prince for the mantle of a Vampire Lord, his ancestral manor now overshadowed by the walls of the Crimson Palace. His wealth was uncountable and ever-growing, untold powers at his command, gifts from the hells and magic beyond what any of the undead should wield.

It was what he deserved after centuries of suffering. But…

What she wouldn’t give for a blanket spread on their mossy bank in the forest, a single bottle of Ithbank to pass between them, the filtered sun above the foliage kissing their naked skin. She closed her eyes, letting the bark of the oak score into her skin through her waif-like dress. The scents of the forest, of nature, came back with instant recall, that soft gurgle of the fountain barely different in pitch from the stream in the glade where Astarion had taken her—

“Cordehlia,” he breathed her name, lips brushing her right ear. A warm hand on her cheek turned her face into his as her crimson eyes fluttered open once more. “My love,” he purred so tenderly, the warm pad of his thumb caressing the gentle arch of her cheek.”Tell me, what do you desire?” his voice was low, a gentle rumble in his chest as he poured all his love down their bond. “What can I do for my dearest?”

“It is nothing,” Cordehlia smiled softly; pulling him to sit beside her, so close their bodies flowed nearly seamlessly from one to the other. “Just thoughts of…”

“Home,” he interrupted. A subtle smirk tweaked his mouth just enough to show a fang. “It’s been a year, you know, since we defeated the Brain…”

His lips whispered against hers. And she whispered back. “A year since I found you on the beach and nearly trussed you up to gut you, you mean…”

“Oh,” he laughed with a husky giggle, “feel free to truss me up any time just to relive it, my love.”

Cordehlia sank her fangs in his bottom lip, making him laugh properly. “Be thankful I let you live long enough to fall back in love with me.”

Astarion broke from their kiss. Where she expected to see that impish glint, that rakish smirk, Cordehlia only saw purity, sincerity. Love. “I am thankful. Everyday,” his words so quiet, even her keen hearing struggled. “Come,” he stood swiftly, pulling her gracefully to her feet. “There’s… something I’d like to show you…”

Making their way inside, they hurried down corridor after cooridor. That nostalgia only deepened. Memories flashed of how these halls festered in darkness and rotted with wickedness under Cazador. She could still smell the dank of the dungeon, still recall the pain of that bastard’s bite as he tried to kill her…

A year ago. A year that passed faster than a blink of an eye. If time was nothing to her existence as an elf, it was less than nothing now that she was undead.

Now that she wandered the bright scarlet and golden halls of their palace. Now that she held the hand of her Sire, their hearts beating as one as his Bride.

She smiled at the word. Bride.

Feeling her thoughts, Astarion paused at the threshold to their rooms. “Oh yes, my Bride, don’t think I didn’t get you a little something to commemorate our union.”

“Always one to spoil me,” she shook her head, leaning in to taste his kiss once more. A sly smile twisted his lips as they pressed together.

The door creaked on its hinges, opening to reveal their bedroom, bathed in blue green light from their windows. Their sanctuary.

Her gaze instantly settled on the box on their bed, a small wooden chest. A nod of his head, a sparkle of childish delight in his crimson eyes, Astarion pulled her closer to it.

Eager fingers lifted the lid, and Cordehlia’s undead heart burst as if it had stopped beating altogether.

A shining silver war helmet, plates once cracked were soldered back together. Intricate designs of feathers spanned the sides, and a great eagle’s head rested on the crown of the helm. She would recognize it anywhere. She had polished it countless times as an elfling, wearing it in their home to pretend to play soldiers and war… a merry laugh coming from the chair by the fire as he watched on…

“Father,” she choked, her musical voice cracking with grief. “Oh, Father,” she breathed again, reverently stroking the eagle feathers and face that was their namesake, Aquillae. Eagle. That same name shined, etched into the back of the armor: Cassius Aquillae, The Great Eagle. Her eyes leaked the tears she could no longer keep at bay, and two warm arms embraced her from behind.

“Halsin found it,” he explained. “With the Shadowcurse lifted, all manner of relics were found. But he searched with great care for anything of your father’s.” A small laugh sounded in her ear. “My idea, of course. Don’t give the Druid any more affection or credit than he deserves, my love.”

A wet laugh was his reward for his possessive, bratty humor. As always. Astarion reached for the helmet, lifting it out to reveal two more pieces that instantly struck her in the gut.

Sharp pains of grief again. A bright silver locket, inlaid with golden leaves, and a small teal ring, that crest of its signet shining brighter than the gold it was made of. She didn’t need to look closer to know it was a heart and two daggers slicing cross-crossed through it, a pattern of little stars speckling its background.

The Ancunín crest.

His voice was heavy, his own throat bobbing against the back of her head as he reached around to caress the pieces. “Mother’s locket and Father’s ring… I found these in one of… his… vaults in the Counting House. The trophies claimed from Mother and Father’s murder.” Tenderly, he set the helmet back in the box, closing the lid silently. Then, he pulled her stiff, suffering body into his warm embrace. “Those aren’t my gift, don’t you fret.”

“I should hope not,” she forced a aggrieved laugh. “Still it is��� good to have pieces of them, their bodies never put to rest,” she whispered into the cream silk of his jacket.

“We are about to correct that,” he smiled into the top of her head, breathing in her scent, wildflowers and moss. “We are going home.”

[aladaylessecondblog]

Red Mountain Waffle House pt. 13

Author's Note: Tw for some blood. Jiub is a troll. For those looking for canon Sotha Sil behavior, boy are YOU gonna be disappointed

This one snuck up on me

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One week, then two.

Jiub found his Venmo occasionally pinging with small amounts from Sadara, who sent apology notes in each one. Honestly, he didn't blame her, but he wouldn't say no to to the extra money. He turned her room into another grow spot and it was doing okay, but still not to the level that having her there to contribute to rent had.

She hadn't come back, but there hadn't been much for her to come back for. A dresser, a bed. Those handful of receipts from Suran in the trash can he still hadn't emptied.

The Waffle House was doing a little worse for her absence, at least in his opinion.

The new waitress was an ashlander, and icily polite to those with corprus. Maybe they weren't the best people, but their money spent like anyone else's, and he couldn't figure out why all of a sudden NOW Nibani would want to piss them off by instructing new employees to act like this. It had driven off a few of them, or at least he thought so - it was hard to tell some of the ash ghouls apart from one another.

A few of the ash creatures had asked where Sadara was. The new waitress didn't know; neither did Nibani, whose answer was, "She no longer works here."

Jiub kept silent; he sure as hell wasn't talking. Sadara had sent him a Discord message (she'd outright deleted Morrotwitter) asking him to not tell anyone where she was, and he'd kept to it.

She didn't hadn't added any specifics about what exactly had happened on her little trip to Red Mountain. He'd asked a second time and she replied, 'Nothing we're not used to hearing.'

For a few days after that she sent random pictures of gnarly wounds from fighting cliffracers and other wildlife, and then of the scars once she healed up. There were also a few pics of cliffracers being turned on a spit over a fire, and a little 'wish you were here this thing tasted great' message a couple days in row.

Then there started being images of the inside of some cave along the coast near Tel Fyr.

The Fyrs are paying me 200 gold a week for blood and plasma, apparently I'm RH null blood type. it's special or something. and being immune to corprus makes them want it too, so. Not doing too bad.

Sounds great. What's up with the cave?

Oh, it's near Tel Fyr. Easy access. There's some khajiit and argonians here too, cave's big enough to share, so we do.

How do you share a cave?

We just have bedrolls in different areas. I feel like I got the biggest spot because it used to be a slave pen and they don't want to sleep over here ever again. It's not that bad. We've even got pets.

the fuck kind of pets do you have over there? lost scribs?

couple of fat slaughterfish we feed fish and scraps to. One we call Betty White and the other we call Wilson. They try to bite us but honestly they're big enough it's hard for them to move fast enough for it. So they'll mainly just hiss and make noise until they get food.

"Excuse me, cook? Are you paying any attention to the food at all, or are you destroying my eggs on purpose?"

"Your eggs are fine," Jiub replied, tucking his phone away. The customer in question had come in a few times, and was - well, honestly, such a stick in the mud it was fun to tease him. He was very particular about his food, wanted his waffles turn an even number of times...so Jiub always made sure not to do that.

Sotha Sil himself. Not all that impressive, at least not to Jiub. He said he came there because the sound of the blight winds was relaxing, and when he needed relative silence this was a good place to have it.

And his fried eggs were always just slightly runny.

"Here, I'll redo 'em if you want, I was hungry anyway."

He handed a newly finished plate of waffles to the new waitress, who took them to another ashlander in the corner.

"Do you have no pride at all in your work?"

"I'm cooking eggs and waffles for 10 septims an hour, there is no pride in this work," Jiub replied with a shrug.

"You are an insubordinate imp--no. No, I will waste no more time on your shenanigans. This is not what I am here for. Just cook the food." Sotha Sil huffed, and turned back to the laptop in front of him.

It was a far cry from the nigh-emotionless construct Jiub had heard Sotha Sil described as. Something, it seemed, had set the man on edge...he'd asked a couple people if something had happened to set Sotha Sil off what he was usually like. Most people couldn't see such little things, little signs of being potentially angry, or annoyed, or any number of similar things. But due to long experience, Jiub was a master at seeing it.

He'd reached a point in his life where he was looking to get humbled again. His success with Almalexia had made him feel almost bored - if he could off her so easily (however temporarily it lasted), really, how much farther was there to go? Maybe Sotha Sil would be different. Maybe he'd be tougher, somehow...

How little a thing would it take to push him over and make him screech?

He could already hear Sadara's voice chiding him for it. You little troll, you just want your ass kicked, don't you?

Well. Maybe he did.

The waitress went outside to handle the garbage, and so Jiub was the one to deliver the plated food. He glanced down at the laptop, and saw a familiar sight.

A Pokemon battle.

And more importantly...

"Superiorsil? So it's YOU! I should've guessed," Jiub set the food down and went over to clean the stove.

"What do you mean, you should've guessed?" Sotha Sil's voice had turned accusatory.

Jiub turned back, and gave a deep smirk as he extended his hand. "Jiuberjabber. How ya doin'?"

A pause.

A long, uncomfortable pause.

And then, Sotha Sil - master of the monotone, king of the cutting politeness, suzerain of stony looks - leaped over the counter and wrapped both hands around JIub's neck.

Both mer crashed to the ground and despite the pain and increasing lack of oxygen all Jiub could do was laugh.

"You idiot--pathetic--little WORM!" Sotha Sil was snarling, "You broke my perfect record!"

"It's just a game, man," Jiub struggled, trying to get one hand into his back pocket. Still the laughter persisted, even harder because he saw how much it infuriated the mer above him. Or maybe it was due to the choking. "Don't take it so seriously."

He managed to get his trusty box-cutter out, and took a few stabs in the area of his opponent's ribs. Jiub and Sotha Sil wrestled about in this fashion another few minutes, getting the latter's blood all over the floor.

"What happened to the calm magus, huh?" Jiub, still giddy from the lack of air, went on, finally getting to his feet and backing away, box-cutter at the ready. "Oh, wait, you are what the people need you to be, right? I've read the sermons."

"That wasn't IN the sermons you illiterate cretin," Sotha Sil stood, his pristine white robe now utterly ruined. The stab wounds were healed over quickly, and he looked ready to fight--

--and then suddenly bristled, snatched a to-go box, stuffed the food he'd left uneaten into it.

"Come back soon," Jiub, still in the mood to tease, energized by the fight, blew a capricious kiss at the furious mer before him.

Sotha Sil left, muttering under his breath.

Jiub then looked at the ashlander in the corner.

"You gonna tell the Temple about that?"

"Who the fuck would believe me?"

Grumbling, and thinking he was far too sober for this, Jiub moved off to the bathroom to snort some skooma. Nibani would be in within an hour, and he needed the blood cleaned up by then. The waitress, utterly horrified by what she had just witnessed, didn't look like she was going to be staying long enough to do the job.

[black-arcana]

HALESTORM's LZZY HALE Explains How She Ended Up Moving To Nashville

During a recent appearance on the "Life In The Stocks" podcast, HALESTORM frontwoman Lzzy Hale spoke about her decision to relocate to Nashville, Tennessee after spending most of her living in Red Lion, Pennsylvania. Asked if Nashville is truly the music Mecca of America right now, Lzzy said (as transcribed by BLABBERMOUTH.NET): "I think it is. I think that there's a lot of us from like the coasts and stuff like that. And even my friends from New York, it's cheaper to have a yard here, and especially people that wanna have a family life, but also still tour. But there's so many different walks of life. That was what surprised me when I first got here a decade ago or something like that. 'Cause I came out of here kind of sight unseen. I'd kind of visited here, but it was more out of necessity. We were making, I think it was 'The Strange Case Of...' [HALESTORM's second album] or doing something in California, and all of our family that was in Pennsylvania area decided to all move to Florida. They were all in cahoots. And so, so they all kind of called us while we were stranded in California and were, like, 'Hey, we packed up all your stuff,' because truth be told, we way overstayed our welcome living with our parents, like well into as long as we could. So, we get back from making a record, and now I'm pretty much amongst my boxes in a spare room in my parents' place in Florida. I'm, like, 'We've gotta get outta here.' So, Joe [Hottinger, HALESTORM guitarist] and I ended up just renting a U-Haul and just driving from Florida to Nashville. We called our friends that were kind of already here. Actually, our buds in NEW MEDICINE were living out here. And we were, like, 'Hey, can you check out this apartment that we're looking at? Just make sure it doesn't smell funny. But we're coming to just stay here until we figure it out.' And then I got this house that I'm staying in right now about seven, six years ago, something like that. And so, yeah, just putting some roots down here."

Earlier this month, HALESTORM and I PREVAIL kicked off their summer 2024 co-headlining tour. Produced by Live Nation, the trek launched on July 9 in Raleigh and will run through August 17 in Las Vegas. HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD and FIT FOR A KING are serving as support. The tour is also the catalyst and the creative spark for HALESTORM and I PREVAIL's collaborative track "Can U See Me In The Dark?", which was released earlier in the month.

HALESTORM has partnered with mental health organization Sound Mind Live to engage fans to pledge support that will provide free-to-the-community mental health programming across the country for fans and the broader community.

Having amassed over 2.5 billion streams globally, the Grammy Award-winning band HALESTORM has grown from a childhood dream of siblings Lzzy and Arejay Hale into one of the most celebrated rock bands of the last two decades. Most recently, the band released "Back From The Dead", their fifth full-length studio album which has tallied over 100 million streams worldwide. Rolling Stone called the title track "a biting but cathartic howler about overcoming all obstacles," and that song as well as "The Steeple" marked their fifth and sixth number ones at rock radio, respectively. Associated Press said the album "will definitely be in the running for best hard rock/metal album of the year." Their previous album, "Vicious", earned the band their second Grammy nomination, for "Best Hard Rock Performance" for the song "Uncomfortable", the band's fourth #1 at rock radio, and led Loudwire to name HALESTORM "Rock Artist Of The Decade" in 2019. Fronted by Lzzy with drummer Arejay, guitarist Joe Hottinger and bass player Josh Smith, HALESTORM's music has earned multiple platinum and gold certifications from the RIAA, and the band has earned a reputation as a powerful live music force, headlining sold-out shows and topping festival bills around the world, and sharing the stage with icons including HEAVEN & HELL, Alice Cooper, Joan Jett and JUDAS PRIEST. Additionally, Lzzy was named the first female brand ambassador for Gibson and served as host of AXS TV's "A Year In Music".

[dumpster-of-the-lost-souls]

More winx stuff!

I have been up all night last night with zero sleep and nearly fell asleep in math class earlier so apologies if this is not coherent in the slightest.

Again token shoutouts to @emsartwork @drops-of-moonlights @dragonflyxparodies for being the people that got me thinking about winx again. go look at their works!

I am dead serious about this, if I'm too annoying or you want me to stop pinging you just tell me to shut up.

This post is mostly about Diaspro

From her perspective she assumed Bloom was a witch and a gold digger assuming that she had spelled/charmed/hexed Sky into loving her. Sky didnt really do anything to support or refute those ideas. With the pitchman episode ending up making her double down on her bitterness and assumptions, since the pixies told her to focus on her kingdom and with the way that Eraklyeon is structured being a monarchy that is implied to be patriarchal and how Diaspro has been groomed to be Sky's fiancee, diasporas only real way she knows of that point of protecting and governing her kingdom is through marriage it makes sense in a roundabout way why she teamed up with Valtor.

Her plot was based on the assumption of Sky still being spelled/hexed and Diaspro was hoping to have Valtor's mark destabilize the hex while being destabilized by said hex enough that she could break both hexes without fairy dust which back fired on her and got her exiled.

Diaspro drifts through the Magix dimension for a while before the constant news articles about Bloom and the Winx gets to her so she decides to go to earth for some peace and quiet. She ends up on the east coast and is homeless for a while since she doesn't have an id and isn't able to purchase/rent a house or apartment. but she does have the ability to conjure gems to pawn off for money which allows her to pay for things in cash, this is what allows her to get her hands on a Van which she lives out of.

She travels around the west coast and the US for a while before making her way to Gardenia after doing some soul searching and introspection. She talks with Bloom's earth family and gets what they know from Bloom's perspective which makes her have some more introspection. At this point earth is aware of Magic and the Magix dimension allowing Diaspro to get an ID/passport/visa and she takes a job at the Love and Pet shop.

I'm probably going to talk more about this later but my brain is not cooperating with me right now.

[faegoddessog]

 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 32/41

Chapter 32: Movin' On Over

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, titty fucking, fellatio, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected PiV ( play safe y'all), anal fingering (f. receiving)

Series Masterlist 

Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 

Chapter 32: Movin' On Over

The next day the studio called force majeure on the film. You could tell Austin was quietly freaking out. Baz wanted to send him back to the States. Austin refuses, telling him he has faith that the movie will still get made and doesn’t want to loose all his momentum. That is what he tells Baz anyway, you suspect there may be a little more to it than that. 

Three days after, the Australian government starts to implement lockdowns. Things feel scary, people are acting like its the end of the world. Maybe it is, how are you to know. You take stock of what supplies you have. It should last you (and Austin) for maybe 2 or three weeks. Thank god you stocked up when you did! You feel on edge though, worried about how people are going to start behaving if food gets scarce. Suddenly there are bigger things to worry about in the world. 

Austin comes over to tell you that the studio would no longer pay for the apartment next door and that he has two weeks to find something new. He says he found a couple close by with lower rent. 

This sparks your first argument.

The thought of him not being next door with all the potential chaos has you freaked out. You tell him that's stupid and he should just move in with you. 

All his resentment and frustrations from his world being turned upside down comes roaring out. He yells that he is tired of being told what he should and shouldn't do, besides he doesn’t want to be a mooch.

You are terrified that if he moves away and you won’t get to see him for months with the new lockdown protocols, so you counter with that being a dumb reason because you aren't even  paying rent here.

You both silently wonder to yourselves if it’s too soon to move in together.

He yells, you yell back, both of you scared, both grasping at trivial straws. Neither of you willing to back down. In the ensuing silence, adrenaline causing both your chests to heave, you are staring at each other; raw, confused, hurt. Tears well up in your eyes.

"Damnit!" he curses and strides out on the balcony.

You put your head in your hands, trying to calm down. When you look up, you see him through the sliding door, hugging himself, head down, shoulders shaking. You can tell he is crying. It melts your anger.

Clearly this fight is not about where he should live, it's about control and fear. 

You take a big breath and walk softly out on the balcony. You wrap your arms around him from behind. He turns and wraps his around you.

You stand there, holding to one another both crying in the midst of world class chaos. 

“My love,“ you say as you both calm down, “I know you are going through a fuck-ton right now. It feels like the world is falling to pieces. I want you to know that I see you Austin, just as you are. I see who you are in here,” you tap his chest,  “and I love you, no matter what.” 

“Oh Kitten, I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he sniffles, “I’m just all messed up right now with the shut down and lockdowns and I just don’t want the last year and half of my life to feel wasted. This whole thing is scary.  I’m feeling tossed about  and I’m sorry I took it out on you baby,” he hugs you tight.

“Thank you, and I’m sorry I yelled and said you were being stupid. I get that you want any kind of control and having your own space can give you some,“ you resign yourself to him moving to another place. “ I just don’t want to be away from you during these lockdowns, but if that is what you want, I will just have to cope.”

“Thank you for the apology. I really don’t want to be apart from you either. I’m just scared that moving in might wreck what we have going on here," he looks into your eyes with fear, possibly born from his previous relationship. 

“I totally understand that feeling. It crossed my mind too,” you admit. “Something else to factor in, these are some extreme circumstances and people do unimaginable things during crisis. We don't know what we are facing here with this virus and with these lockdowns. I think we would be better off facing them together, rather than alone."

“Oh god," he blinks down at you in realization, "I hadn't thought about it that way. I've been too caught up in the movie falling apart to think about the rest. I don't want to be alone or leave YOU alone, I mean, who knows what could happen," he takes a big breath. 

"I think if we can communicate and leave each other some space, we can make it work," you offer, "I mean, as often as you sleep and eat over here, we are pretty close to it anyhow.”

"Yeah, that is true,” he nods in decision. “Well, can we set up the second bedroom as an office for me? That way I can work on Elvis without it driving you crazy,"“ a hint of a smile crosses his face. 

“First of all, that wouldn’t drive me crazy. Make me horny as fuck? Yes. But I think that is a good idea so you can focus like you want and I won’t disturb you by making you fuck me all day,” you smile back cocking a devious eyebrow. “But seriously, we can always play it by ear and if it’s not working, we can revisit, with no hard feelings. Like the 72 hours. Ok?”

“Yeah,” he agrees, “it does make sense to just stay here with you.  It’ll be easier to move too. And, by the way, getting to fuck you all day is one of my favorite activities."

Deep breaths flow out from you both as you pull one another in close. You both are feeling relieved that you decided on a solution, if still apprehensive about taking this to the next level. 

...

You two set up a makeshift desk in the spare bedroom so Austin can work.  You help him put up his Elvis pictures and quotes up in timeline order, you ask if he’ll tell you about each one. It takes a couple days as he expounds. He is full of stories and research. You actually find it fascinating. At the end, he thanks you for helping him solidify those stories and pictures in his head.  

Over the course of the next couple weeks, you both fall into a routine. He spends about 8-10 hours a day just marinating in Elvis. Watching videos, movies, interviews, repeating words to himself, taping himself and listening back, obsessing over songs, He has Zoom meetings with his various and different coaches, dancing in the living room and singing in the bathroom. 

You leave him be during this time, knowing this is part of his process. It is fascinating to see how he works, how deep his dedication is. He begins to speak mostly in his southern Elvis drawl. You never become inured to it. Hearing that deep accent ALWAYS turns you on, which makes it hard sometimes to leave him alone. Sometimes you don't.

You keep busy working on the little details to finish the apartment with what you have on hand.  Getting building supplies has proven to be difficult, you thank your former self for thinking ahead to purchase materials.

On one of your forays to get groceries and supplies you pick up  paint, art brushes, a few canvases and a multimedia pad. Pickings were slim, but you got enough to be creative.  You start painting again, it’s been a while but you need something to pass the time.  

You try every day to lure Austin out of his obsession for a couple hours. Whether it is favorite movies or tv shows, cooking, online exercise classes,  anything that isn’t connected with Elvis. Just to keep him sane.  You take to sneaking up to the roof top to do yoga. You text the building super and let him know each time.  Anything to keep moving, especially since  your usual routine of ‘do work’ won’t suffice once you finish everything in the apartment. Austin sometimes joins you up there for fresh air and sun.  

Austin wakes up every morning at like 3, heart pounding with terror. The first few mornings he just got up and dug into whatever Elvis concern had woke him up. When you found out about this, you told him he can always wake you if he needs you. After that, many mornings he pulls you to him. Sometimes just to cuddle, oftentimes his cock is slick with lube and sliding into you. Sometimes he just lays there, hard inside you, arms wrapped around you, those days you barely wake up. Other days he slides in and out, waking you in the best way. These are you favorite early mornings, when you end up tangled in sheets, breathing heavy, moaning his name over and over. 

The days do start to blur together in sameness. The world outside has been quietly crazy.  

......

You find yourself especially wound up today. You had watched the first Thor movie this morning and Loki always turns you on. Naughty Tom Hiddleston is on your list. Woe to him if you and Austin ever meet him.

It’s been several  days since Austin  has woken you in the early hours and a few weeks since you have explored any sex play.  Sex? yes, but it’s been more for closeness and comfort than sizzle. 

He’s been obsessing over Elvis’ speech patterns for the past few days. You have been giving him a lot of space for his obsession but you can see he needs a break. He doesn't seem willing to give himself one. 

Today, he has been hunched over his computer screen, studying and repeating phrases all day.  It’s late afternoon, about time to try and pry him away from Elvis.

You slip into the room after having just showered, wearing nothing. He doesn't notice you, he is so intent on his work. You slide under his desk on the floor. His eyes are closed, hands covering his ears, listening. His mouth practicing the shapes of the accents and words he is hearing.   You have to rub your hands up his thighs before he notices you. 

“Hey Kitten, how’d you git under there,” he says, looking down at you, pulling his earbuds out. 

“Oh, the usual way, magic,” you shrug, skimming over this crotch with your palm. 

“Yeah, d’ya have a lil’ spell fer me,” he says, scooting to the edge of his chair, leaning back and closing his laptop. His hair has been growing out for the past weeks of lockdown, so it’s a bit long with blonde roots,  he pulls it back, away from his face. The blonde makes him look different. 

“Uh huh,” you catch the waistband of his sweatpants with your fingertips and look at him, licking your lips with one eyebrow cocked inquiringly. You don't want to just assume he wants your attentions right now. 

His answer is a big smile plastered on his face as he lifts his hips up so you can pull his pants down and off. He does not have on underwear today. Lucky you. 

You run your hands up his bare thighs, pushing the rolling chair away from the desk to give you space to come onto your knees in front of him. 

“Oh my, not a stitch on ya I see,” his long fingered hands run along your arms to your shoulders as he leans down to kiss you with that southern mouth. 

You push your hands under his shirt mid kiss, running your fingertips up his torso. God you love the feel of his skin.

Reaching one hand over his shoulder, he pulls the white t-shirt off over his head.

Still up on your knees, you lean forward and latch onto his nipple, sucking hard. His hand comes to the back of your head, holding you against his chest as he groans out a soft ‘oh’. His other hand wrapping around your naked back. 

“I want you in my mouth, it’s been too long,” you say, lips against his skin, looking up at him from his chest. 

“Yeah, it has,” his hand caresses your cheek, thumb rubbing on your lips, “ya want me t’ fuck that delectable mouth?”

You pussy clenches at the thought. You take his thumb into your mouth, sucking and nod, eyes on his. 

“Alright, you wan’ me t’ cum in yer mouth too?”

You nod again, tongue flicking across the pad of his thumb.

“Cum so much that it dribbles out th’ corner and down?” he traces a wet line out your mouth and down your chin. 

Oh fuck, the picture he is painting is making your hips squirm. "Uh huh'" your voice is low, breathy and full of desire. 

“Ok. After I'll lick that pussy ‘till I’m hard a���gin, roll ya over, face down on that bed, hold ‘em hands behind yer back and fuck you hard ‘till you cum screamin’.” 

"Oh yes please," your eyelids flutter shut. Dirty talk: yes. Elvis; yes. Both together: fuck yes.

His naked cock is already jutting between your breasts. You push them together and dribble a long line of spit into your cleavage. 

“Oh fuck Kitten, how d’ya always manage t’ make things that much fucking hotter,” he slowly thrusts his hips, making his cock peek out from between your breasts. 

"Magic,” your lip curls up mischievously as you look up at him through your eyelashes. 

“Ohhoh, yer in for it now,” he slowly pulls your hair back into his fist in a ponytail as you lick and bite your bottom lip. He can’t stop fucking your cleavage. 

“Good, that's the way I like it,” you boldly say, eye fucking him with a hint of a smile on your lips.  

“Hoh,” he breathes out, his brows creasing slightly with desire. He pulls your head back by your hair with a growl, exposing your throat while winding your hair in his fist. He gives your tits a half dozen more gratuitous thrusts.

“Ma dirty girl,” he leans over to crush your mouth, kissing you deeply. You both are wound up, it’s been too long. Your lips are locked on each other.  Your tongues are almost frantic against one another. He pulls back, your lips suctioning together.

”Work that magic, babeh,” he pushes your head down towards his cock, but softens his grip, letting you have control over your head. He knows you do some of your best work when you have a little autonomy.  

Your lips are still wet from his kiss, you run them back and forth over his tip, almost like you are putting on lip balm. Your tongue flickers across his hole and keeps that flicking motion down to his frenulum as you engulf his head in your mouth, sucking and rippling your way down his shaft. You let your spit run in rivulets down the side of his shaft and onto his balls as you slide up and down on him.

He watches, making appreciative Mmm's and Ohhh's,  as his cock slides in and out of your mouth, hand still wrapped in your hair. You take him deep, kneading his cock against your throat with the back of your tongue for a good 30 seconds before gagging just a little. 

“Oh god damn, babeh,” he pulls you off and back by the hair. Your mouth is open, lips and chin covered in saliva. You are staring at him with lusty eyes. Damnit, his Elvis voice gets you every time. 

“I love it when yer chin glistens like this when ma cock’s been in yer mouth,”  he runs the pad of his thumb down your chin, ”and th’ saliva drips down,'' he follows the path with this fingers,  “and onta yer naked tits.”   

He rolls your nipples in his fingers, lightning spirals to the pith of you. You can’t help but stick your tongue out flat, wiggling it up and down, legs shaking slightly. Fuck, you just want him in your mouth again. 

He obliges with a devious smile, gripping your hair tighter and pushing you back down. He slides you up and down on him for a dozen or so strokes before his hips get involved thrusting into you  Your tongue is ravenous against him. He pushes himself in deep against your throat, choking you a little too much. 

Hmm, choking could be hot. Your demon pipes up. Put a pin in it babe, we are busy right now.

You wrap your hand around his cock when he pulls you back and off him. You are panting. His eyes are intense, lips pressed together breathing heavy through his flared nostrils.  He is so damn hot when he is this turned on. You decide to push him that much more. Daring him to lose control. 

“You gonna fuck my mouth, or what?” you challenge him. You lick your lips, staring him down. Your own fingers gliding along your now dripping pussy. 

He growls and grabs your head in both hands, pushing himself into your mouth. You keep one hand gliding on the lower part of his shaft, partly to stimulate him, partially to keep him from going too deep as he fucks your throat. He doesn’t hesitate, knowing how much you fucking love this.

Your fingers are rubbing up and down your pussy lips. His pace isn’t quite brutal, but fast. You cup your tongue under him, giving a little suction as he slides back and forth over it. You are hearing him grunt, you reach up with your wet fingers and play with his balls, they are tight against  his body. You know he’s gonna cum, you start moaning against his head. His body shudders from added stimulation of your vocal vibrations. 

“I’ma ‘bout ta cum, get that tongue out,” he demands.

He pulls you back. You suck hard on his tip as he pulls it out.  He pumps his hand up and down his shaft. Your mouth is gaping, tongue out, waggling. He groans as his milky cum spatters your outstretched tongue, lips and chin. It runs down your neck and onto your tits. He tastes so good, sweet on your tongue. You lap it up, licking your lips, leaving some on the corner of your mouth.  

“My god Kitten, you ARE magic, hot damn,” he pants. You smile at his Elvis-isms. 

He pulls you to him, licking the drop of cum from your mouth as he kisses you. You are shaking, rubbing your dripping vulva, you can’t believe how fucking turned on you are right now. 

“Oh, are you all flustered?" he croons to you, pulling away from your dirty mouth. "You want me t' take care o’ you?” he does not wait for a response, but stands, pulling you with him. He throws a random blanket onto the bed spread, knowing how wet you can get. 

You practically leap on the bed, spreading your legs. It’s all you can do to not start finger fucking yourself. Austin’s cum still dripping from your chest down the runnels of your ribs. 

He knows you are all kinds of riled up, so he doesn't take it slow. He immediately slides his fingers into you. You moan and arch, rocking your hips back and forth on his digits. He takes the cue and drives them in and out. You reach down and pull your labia apart, as he gets on his knees and dives down to tongue your clit.

“Fuhuhuhuk yaass”! you moan as his adept tongue works around and on your clit. You are in heaven, hands wrapped in his long hair and his gorgeous face burrowing between your legs. Thank you to which ever deity put this man in your path. 

Austin’s lips wrap around your clit and all other thoughts evaporate from your mind.  He sucks, he licks, he finger fucks you; all relentlessly, driving you to climax, not like it was that long of trip.  Your eyes squeeze shut. Your mouth hangs open. Your pelvic muscles constrict around his fingers. Your abs and glutes fire to tilt your pelvis and chest towards each other for the instant before your body arches on the axis of his mouth and fingers. 

“YAAAAASSSSS!” you moan then inhale raggedly, sexual energy spilling out from you in a long throaty moan as you rut against his face and fingers. 

He slows and stops, not pushing you too far, although you know he likes is when you beg him to stop.  You want more, but the breather is nice. He reaches over and turns the desk light to shine on you. His fingertips fondling your folds. 

“Kitten, this is so damn gorgeous,” pulling at your inner lips, slipping in and pulling out wetness, “all swollen an’ sparklin’ wet. You look  SO ready fer me to fuck, yeah babeh?”

“Uh huh,“ you nod and beckon him towards you with your fingertips slapping against your palms. 

He stands up, refractory period over. His cock is stiff and red, jutting out from his frame. Jesus, he is beautiful. All you want is to feel him in you. 

He mercifully crawls on top of you, sliding into you with cat-like agility, filling you. One, two, three long glorious strokes and he is out of you. You reach out to pull him back to you, needy for more.

But he sits back on his knees, out of your reach. His hand wrapped around himself using your pussy juices as lube.  He smiles deviously, he knows he is teasing you. He knows you like seeing him pleasure himself. He also knows that you need him in you. He uses the pointer finger on his other hand, drawing circles in the air. 

You roll over eagerly onto your belly, cum smeared tits pressing against the back of your hands. You spread your legs, expecting him to nestle between them. 

“No baby, close your legs fer me,” he directs. 

You do so as he straddles your legs. He tilts your hips up just a bit to give him better access. Your arms are bent under you are giving you a little control and purchase. 

“Lord, your back side is so pretty arched up like that,” he says admiringly, running his hands along the skin of your low back to the generous curve of your ass.  Both hands are kneading your butt cheeks, pulling them apart. Your dripping, needy cunt is peeking out at him. 

“Oh fuck,” you hear him whisper to himself. You can feel his glutes contract on your legs. He wants in you as much as you want it. 

The spreading apart of your cheeks is amping you up even more. You whine with desire, hips jiggle in anticipation, slipping down towards the bed.  

“Oh now, keep up that ass up 'ere,” he wraps his long hands around the front of your hips and yanks up forcibly. His manhandling of you is thrilling.

You reach up and snag a pillow from the head of the bed. He helps you shove it under your hips.  His fingers probe down between your cheeks, sliding along your wet labia. His slightly calloused fingertips alighting on your nub, lightly sketching little circles around it. 

You are biting hard on your lower lip, pushing back with your arms into his fingers, mewling in desire.  

“Oh please Aus, I just need you to fuck me,” you moan. 

“Fuck Kitten, I need you too,” the barest hint of shake in his voice. 

His fingers spread your cheeks down low and he guides his cock into you slowly. Good Lord it is like rain after a drought and you can’t stop the sounds coming from your throat, he feels so good. 

Half sitting on the backs of your thighs, he is sliding in and out of you slowly. 

You start thinking how you can work you hand around the pillow to you clit when Austin leans over your back and growls in your ears, “Let me have them hands,” he is stopped, deep inside you.

Damn that low sexy voice. 

“Ohhoh yeah,” you hear yourself say as you turn your head to the side.  You stack hands, the backs of which are still wet with his cum, behind your back, grasping opposite wrists.

With that, you give up any semblance of control. You don’t care, fuck you need to not be in control right now. You’ve been holding down the freakin’ fort mentally for too long. You just need for him to take charge of you, to dominate you. As long as it involves fucking you senseless, you don’t care how. You trust him implicitly. 

“Such a good girl making this easy for me,” he says, grasping around both wrists with his long fingered hands. 

“Now, my beautiful Kitten, I’m gonna pound that pussy ‘til you scream fer mercy,”  there is no question in his voice, no subtle inquiry for consent. He already knows he has it and you know you would take anything he gives you right now. 

His strokes in you become significantly more potent, although not fast, his grip on your arms adding leverage to his thrusts. He hasn’t fucked you this hard in weeks.

You can hear his breath hissing in his teeth as your pussy clenches around him. You can see in your mind's eye how his jaw must be tight and his lip curled up over gritted teeth. This is exactly what you have been craving: a good, hard shag. His cock feels so good ramming into you, it still feels like it was made to fit you. His pace quickens, you are moaning an unbroken flow of vowel sounds,  your face rubbing against the bedspread with every thrust. Head empty, no thoughts other than Austin behind you. Heaven. 

“You gonna cum on that cock  for me baby?” he pants after a few minutes of hard, glorious banging.

You shake your head,  “I’m close tho, need just a little…” 

“Ah, I know jus’ what ya need,”  he halts, lets go of your wrists and pulls both cheeks far apart. Then you feel a dribble of wetness on your little rosette of an asshole. 

“Oh my god,”  you moan as his thumb rubs his spit around and around. You didn't know this was what you needed. Austin did. You are squirming to push against him.

“Harder,” you moan.

“You wan’ more, babeh? You want me to finger that pretty ass?” he asks, increasing his thumb pressure. 

“Holy fuck yes!” you moan.

He obliges, thumb tip pushing  down in the center. You try to relax, but you are so wound up, its tough. He lets a line of saliva drip down where his digit and your sphincter meet. He doesn't’ let up, compelling your ass to open to him. Fuck it feels glorious.  

“So. Good. Fuck. Aus. Fuck. Me. Fuck. Good,”  you are panting out strings of words, sentences are lost to you.

Gripping your wrists tight in one hand, he continues his assault on your cunt while his thumb continues pushing in and out. 

The intensity of his fingers on your forearms where you know there will be bruises in the shapes of his fingers; your thighs trapped under him keeping you still as his stiff his cock pounds into you; the movement of his thumb in your ass stimulating thousands of nerve endings. These sensations are all blurring together. They wrap around your low spine,  before rupturing, racing to your extremities.  It’s fucking glorious. You convulse, bucking under him in orgasm. 

He holds on impossibly tighter, thumb moving in and out of your ass in rhythm with his cock. He rides you, like a bronco, spurring you on. He fucks you, and fucks you and fucks you. 

Every single cell in your body is electrified, stimulated. You are roaring with the screams of each of your nerve cells as you keep cumming. You are trying to beg him to stop before you are overwhelmed, but you can’t form words. His sweat is dripping onto your legs, your ass.  You are cracking, crying with sensations. His thumb pulls out, grasping your wrists again in both hands.  

His voice is bellowing out a long ‘aaarrrrrrgggggghhhh” and his thrusts get impossibly stronger and even more intense.  You are screaming,  just as he predicted, engulfed in a flood of sensations over which you have no control. Flooding pussy clamping down, hips jerking to both get away from and sink deeper onto his cock. You are lost a sea of extasy.

"OH! FUCK! ME! KITTEN!!" he roars out  just before he jolts and jerks inside you, filling your swollen, well-fucked pussy with his cum. 

You are both frozen for a few moments, holding your breaths. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wonder if he is trying to decide whether to  roll you over and make you cum over and over again. Part of you wishes for it, part of you needs a reprieve. 

With a huge sigh, he lets go of your wrists and moves them to your sides and up, making space for him to lay his body over your back. His wet forehead is pressed against your shoulder blades, fingers laced between yours.

You are dimly aware of his weight, very aware of his still hard cock twitching inside you. You shiver and moan. After a minute or two, he rolls to the side, pulling you with him. Cradling your body against the curve of his own, he is still inside you. You both just lay there, floating in the aftermath of mind blowing orgasms. 

“Thank you Kitten” he whispers in your ear after some time, “I didn't realize how much I really needed that.” 

 “What did you need baby?” you ask, smiling lazily.

“To fuck you hard, to feel like I was in control of something, even if just for a little while,” he replies. 

“MmmHmmm," you respond sexily, "you can control me like that anytime. That's what I needed, to be held down and pounded hard;  to feel like I wasn’t in control of anything for while." 

“Yeah, I know this whole pandemic thing has been so hard, and I’m sorry if I’m reclusive and you feel ignored, love”

“Oh hunny, I don’t feel ignored," you assure him, "I’m perfectly capable of handling myself. I know you are doing your thing, and I’m not resentful about it. I just don’t think I realized I needed you that bad until I was on my knees naked in front of you. Good Lord you are so fucking sexy baby." You are getting wound up again. 

“God, you are amazing,” he hugs you tight, not knowing that you are going to climb on top of him in a few minutes, “Well, I guess showing up naked under my desk is a clue,” he laughs, ”I really didn’t notice when you came in.”

“You said it yourself, I am magic,” you shrug then roll over in his arms to kiss him. 

"Now, do you think you can go again? or do I need to fuck myself in front of you?" 

"Let me wash my hands, then I'm all yours," he says with a grin. 

[pezetmathesonpropertymanagement]

Property Management in Gold Coast: A Comprehensive Guide

The Gold Coast, known for its stunning beaches, vibrant nightlife, and growing business hubs, is a highly desirable location for property investment. However, managing properties in this dynamic environment requires skill, knowledge, and professional expertise. Property management services in the Gold Coast are essential for investors who wish to maintain and grow the value of their real estate assets while minimizing the day-to-day responsibilities associated with property ownership.

1. The Role of a Property Manager

A property manager acts as the intermediary between property owners and tenants, ensuring smooth operations, compliance with local laws, and maximizing rental income. In the Gold Coast, where demand for rental properties is strong, the role of a property manager is especially crucial.

Key Responsibilities:

Tenant Screening and Leasing: Property managers handle tenant applications, ensuring that tenants have good credit histories, rental backgrounds, and are suitable for the property.

Rent Collection and Financial Management: They oversee the collection of rent, ensuring timely payments, and providing financial reports to property owners.

Property Maintenance and Repairs: From organizing regular maintenance to handling emergency repairs, property managers ensure the property remains in top condition.

Legal Compliance: The property management team ensures adherence to local regulations, including bond management, tenancy agreements, and property inspections.

2. Why Gold Coast?

Booming Real Estate Market:

The Gold Coast is one of Australia’s fastest-growing regions. With a population surge and significant infrastructure developments, the demand for rental properties has increased significantly. This makes the city an attractive location for property investors seeking steady rental income and long-term appreciation.

Diverse Property Types:

From beachfront apartments to suburban houses and commercial properties, the Gold Coast offers a wide variety of real estate options. Property managers in this region often specialize in different property types, allowing them to provide tailored services to meet specific investment goals.

Tourism Influence:

The Gold Coast is a tourist hotspot, which has fueled the growth of short-term rental properties, including vacation homes and holiday apartments. Property managers in this niche must navigate fluctuating demands and manage bookings while ensuring high occupancy rates.

3. Challenges of Property Management in Gold Coast

Despite its appeal, managing properties in the Gold Coast comes with unique challenges:

Seasonal Demand: The Gold Coast’s property market can be influenced by seasonal factors, particularly in areas catering to tourists. Property managers must have strategies to maintain high occupancy during off-peak periods.

Maintenance and Wear and Tear: Properties near the beach are susceptible to weather-related wear, requiring more frequent upkeep and maintenance. Skilled property managers ensure that these additional costs are budgeted for and handled promptly.

Regulatory Compliance: Queensland has specific regulations governing rental properties, and non-compliance can result in hefty penalties. Professional property management teams stay updated on changes to tenancy laws, ensuring all legal obligations are met.

4. Benefits of Hiring a Property Management Service in Gold Coast

Maximizing ROI:

A skilled property manager can help maximize the return on investment (ROI) by setting optimal rental rates, reducing vacancy periods, and ensuring the property is well-maintained. By staying updated on market trends, property managers can advise on strategies for rent increases or property upgrades.

Tenant Retention:

Experienced property managers focus on building good relationships with tenants, addressing their concerns quickly, and ensuring they feel valued. Happy tenants are more likely to renew their leases, reducing turnover rates and saving property owners the cost and hassle of finding new tenants.

Streamlining Operations:

For out-of-town property owners, hiring a professional property management company in the Gold Coast is especially beneficial. Property managers take over the day-to-day tasks, allowing owners to focus on other investments or responsibilities without the burden of managing tenants, repairs, or financial records.

5. Choosing the Right Property Manager

When selecting a property management company in the Gold Coast, it’s important to consider factors such as experience, specialization, and reputation. Here are a few tips:

Experience in the Gold Coast Market: A company with deep local knowledge will be more effective in managing properties, understanding tenant preferences, and navigating seasonal fluctuations.

Customer Reviews and Testimonials: Look for property managers with positive feedback from both tenants and property owners.

Range of Services: Opt for a property manager who offers comprehensive services, including both long-term rental management and short-term holiday letting, to maximize the potential of your property.

Conclusion

Investing in Gold Coast real estate offers promising returns, but effective property management in gold coast is key to realizing the full potential of your investment. By working with an experienced property management company, you can enjoy the benefits of owning property in this vibrant region without the stress of day-to-day management. Whether you own a single property or a portfolio, a property manager ensures your investment is in capable hands.

[chicagogoldcoastliving]

Room for Rent in Chicago!

Gold Coast / Michigan Ave / River North / Old Town

+++++++ GOLD COAST LIVING just $1,450 +++++++1

Live on Chicago’s beautiful Gold Coast starting August 1st!

Looking for a roommate (male or female) to share my spacious 2 bedroom/2 bath condo.

About Me: I'm a friendly guy (40, gay) who's laid-back and enjoys a clean space. I work in academics and love trying new restaurants and exploring through hiking.

About You: Seeking someone clean, sociable, drama-free, and respectful of shared spaces. Prompt bill payments are a must!

The Process: Interested? Reach out—I reply quickly! Please introduce yourself a bit. Genuine inquiries only, please.

Additional Info About Me:

Neat and organized

Travel often for work (can be away for over two weeks)

Location Highlights:

Right on the Gold Coast

Steps away from Oak Street and Michigan Avenue shopping (only 1 block)

Close to Rush Street's restaurants and hotels, near Mariano Park - The Viagra Triangle (only 1 block)

Convenient transport options: 151 Bus (only 1 block), Michigan Avenue buses (2 block), and nearby Red Line stops (short walk)

Building Features:

24-hour doorman

Sundeck

Washer/dryer room onsite

Parking available (monthly fee, separate from rent)

Apartment Details:

Fully furnished

Bright with lots of windows

Terrace with Oak Street beach view

Large kitchen with dishwasher

Your own full bathroom

Option to use a spare bike or bring your own

Bi-weekly cleaning service included

Rent covers internet, cable, cleaning, heat, water; electricity split

Your Room:

Size: 13' x 11½'

West-facing view with large windows

Closet with built-in shelves and mirrored doors

Parquet wood floors

Furnished or unfurnished (your choice)

Furnished option includes full-sized bed, side tables, desk, and bureau

Lease Details:

Minimum 6-month lease (preferably 12 months, some flexibility)

Rent: $1,450/month (internet, cable, cleaning, heat, water; electricity split) (non-negotiable)

One month security deposit required (non-negotiable)

Parking available for $240/month (separate from rent)

No pets, no home business operations (non-negotiable)

Apologies for the 'non-negotiable' rules; they're just to streamline the process for everyone! :-)

If this post is up, the room is still available.

[gobinsgoldcoast]

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Some Kinda Love Chicago

Rusty Maynard 1959-1989

Rusty knows he'll never leave the minor leagues. Has seen too many young guys called up and stay up to ever hope he'll get a chance. That suits him just fine. He gets to play ball for a living, and the press says off his case. It means he gets to rent an apartment in Chicago for the winter, working in a warehouse and spending his evenings going out. He didn't expect to fall in love once, let alone twice. First with the cute bar back at the Coast, and then with the Bar Back's punk lover. He plays baseball until he comes down with what the press calls "a rare cancer." The team hardly mentions him after his death, worried that fans will put two and two together no matter how little they say.

Claude Hawkins 1963-1991

Claude would rather be working at a disco, but those had gone out of style by the time he turns 16. He does not resent the Gold Coast, and makes quite a bit of money, wearing a tight shirt and tight jeans. It took a long time to feel comfortable in the heavy motorcycle boots his boss insisted he wear. The new leathermen throw money at him, as if he might show interest, the regulars know he was hired because this wasn't his scene. His nights off are often spent at a punk club, watching his lover's band, the heavy boots once again helping him fit in.

Roger Stone 1964-1993

Rodger left Ohio when he realized he was in love with his best friend, the guitarist for the punk group he was in. He claims he has buddies starting a new group in Chicago, but really he just wants to get away. It doesn't take long to find a group looking for a bassist, and they make good music. Good enough to get by at least, though Roger spends his days making coffee, just to fill in the gaps. It's while he's making coffee that he meets Claude. As Claude becomes a regular Rodger feels the same fear that had him leaving Ohio. He doesn't know where he'll go this time. He doesn't have to go anywhere though, as it turns out Claude feels the same way. It's Claude that introduces him to a soft spoken baseball player, baseball player, who spends the winters with them.

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Bond cleaning, also known as end-of-lease cleaning, is a comprehensive cleaning of your rented property before you move out. It's essential for getting your bond (security deposit) back. But what sets apart Bond Cleaning Gold Coast?

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The Ultimate Guide to Bond Cleaning in Gold Coast and Brisbane

When it comes to transitioning from one rented property to another, one of the most crucial tasks is bond cleaning. Commonly known as end-of-lease cleaning, this process ensures that the property is returned to its original condition, as specified in the lease agreement. Whether you're in the stunning Gold Coast or the vibrant city of Brisbane, securing your bond refund requires meticulous attention to detail. In this guide, we'll explore the significance of bond cleaning, introduce the best bond cleaners in Brisbane, and shed light on the top-notch bond cleaning services available.

Why Bond Cleaning Matters:

Bond cleaning holds immense importance for both tenants and landlords. For tenants, it's the key to retrieving their security deposit, which can be a substantial amount of money. For landlords, it guarantees that their property is ready for new tenants without the need for extensive cleaning or repairs. To ensure the success of this process, enlisting the services of professional bond cleaners is highly recommended.

Best Bond Cleaners in Brisbane:

When searching for the best bond cleaning services in Brisbane, one name stands out: Black and White Home Services. With a reputation built on reliability, thoroughness, and attention to detail, they have emerged as a top choice for tenants and landlords alike. Their commitment to customer satisfaction and their comprehensive approach to cleaning sets them apart from the competition.

Bond Cleaning Services Brisbane:

Black and White Home Services offer a range of bond cleaning services in Brisbane that cater to various needs and budgets. Their skilled and experienced team follows a systematic process to ensure every corner of the property is cleaned to perfection. Here's an overview of their services:

Comprehensive Cleaning: Their team tackles all areas of the property, including bedrooms, bathrooms, living spaces, and kitchens. This comprehensive approach guarantees that no detail is overlooked.

Appliance Cleaning: They thoroughly clean and disinfect all appliances, ensuring they are in optimal condition for the next occupants. This includes ovens, stovetops, refrigerators, and more.

Floor and Carpet Care: Black and White Home Services employ specialized techniques to clean various types of flooring and carpets. This not only enhances the appearance of the property but also prolongs the life of these surfaces.

Window and Glass Cleaning: Windows are meticulously cleaned to a streak-free shine, enhancing the overall appeal of the property.

Customized Packages: Recognizing that each property is unique, they offer customizable cleaning packages that cater to specific requirements. This ensures that you pay only for the services you truly need.

How to Choose the Right Bond Cleaner:

Selecting the right bond cleaner is pivotal for a successful cleaning process. Here are a few factors to consider:

Experience: Opt for cleaners with a proven track record in bond cleaning. Experience often translates to efficiency and effectiveness.

Customer Reviews: Check online reviews and testimonials to gauge the experiences of previous clients. Positive feedback is indicative of a reputable service.

Range of Services: Choose a company that offers a wide range of cleaning services to ensure that all aspects of the property are covered.

Attention to Detail: Bond cleaning requires meticulous attention to detail. Ensure that the cleaners you choose have a reputation for thoroughness.

Bond cleaning is a critical step in the transition between rental properties, whether you're in the vibrant heart of Brisbane or the serene beauty of the Gold Coast. Professional bond cleaning services like those offered by Black and White Home Services can streamline this process, ensuring that both tenants and landlords are satisfied. Their commitment to excellence and comprehensive approach to cleaning make them the go-to choice for a seamless end-of-lease experience. By investing in top-notch bond cleaning, you're not only safeguarding your security deposit but also leaving behind a property that's ready for its next chapter.

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I don't really think it's safe for me to write long form for awhile. At least not longer than this. I woke up last morning at like five am and I caught the same CTA worker with bleach blond hair from the platform sweeping and staring out at my kitchen. Probably waiting for me to blog about them. It's become enough of a pattern to feel it is invasive and it happens on state and federal property. Nothing I can do about it because they think my kitchen is public space. Another neighbor was up early yesterday around the same time staring in. I've caught her boyfriend following me around trying to grief me for years. Then there's somebody I've never seen pacing back and forth with a cigarette at the property next door smiling maniacally. I walked out the morning of my interview and some ginger in a Sox hat I caught following me around lurking around the corner next door trying to be intimidating. You try to interact with them and they just stare back at you like it's some fair game scientology shit. I go to get my amazon packages at a drop box now and people follow me around and take my picture. People also try to flag me down politely only to blow weed in my face too. Somebody likes something I post about shaping the future and there's a man in black with a police flag shirt staring back at me in my window from the platform again. Real creepy shit. I paid my rent five days early again. There's no renovations to my apartment. Not like I dare ask. Nobody texts. Nobody calls other than my parents sometimes. Military, lawyers, and political science majors from London stalk my LinkedIn. No job offers. Just resume sent after endless resume. I just take all this as matter of fact really. But my life is going nowhere and at a dead end. People just want to be mean and try to hurt me. And they use this platform without any protection from the services this website provides which probably takes money from ads targeting me. I wouldn't know really I'm ad-free. But I was a target of the proud boys all the way back in 2015 in New Zealand when I visited somebody who worked for WETA digital. I was even detained illegally in Gold Coast Australia by some proud boy TSA during that trip. Don't ask me to trust anyone from the music community ever again including my old boss. I'm getting really sick of trying to outline that I'm a marginalized identity while my neighbors use my porch as some Diversity Equity and Inclusion experiment to microcuck a micro aggressive agenda of imposter syndrome. I still wish everybody happy Pride amongst my gay friends. But please be aware the Proud boys named themselves purposefully that to culturally appropriate your movements. They do it with club music all the time and act like it's a joke. I'm not proud of the world around me lately. The president is in town Wednesday. Maybe he'll cuck me from the train platform too. Karma is a mother fucker. He really had the nerve to invite a PM that killed muslims to the White House to do yoga the around the ending of the Hajj. Euphemistic communication indeed. No use arguing with them or participating in their podcast circle jerks. Just threat them like the white male terrorrists they are and stay away unless you are taking money from them. That is kind of morally fucked up using them as your bogeyman in that respect. Who enabled who? Acting like they turned nazis overnight is a convenient lie when you’ve known them long enough to get a career boost. Some people were abused into thinking they were good people. But some of you are just like them deep down and have no excuse. Arguing with them or making them your crusade is only going to make things worse.. I of all people should know. So I have to ask is that your point to all of this? Publicity shouldn’t have to cost you your soul. Or the lives of good people who are targets off stage. At least I have nothing to hide anymore #personally speaking.

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Unlocking Profit Potential: Why Investors Should Consider Buying Property

In a world filled with uncertainty, the property market is a safe haven for investors.

But the sector isn't all about bricks and mortar; it's also a fantastic way to generate returns. Are you still not convinced?

Read our article to understand better why buying property on the Gold Coast or anywhere is the great investment.

Buying Property Can Boost Returns

Buying property can be a great investment. It's a tangible asset that can be used as collateral for lending and is likely to increase in value over time.

You can borrow against it, which means you'll have access to more funds than if you were just investing in stocks or bonds.

If the property is rented out, then it will generate income for you without costing anything extra (other than maintenance fees).

Renting Out Your Property Can Help You Meet Your Investment Goals

If you're looking to meet your investment goals, renting out your property can be a great way to do so. You can choose from a variety of different options when it comes to renting out your home or apartment:

Short term - If you're planning on being away for just a few months, then renting out your place for that time period might be the best choice for you. This will help cover some of the costs associated with owning and maintaining an empty property while still providing some additional income at the same time.

Long term - If you want someone else living in one of your properties permanently (or semi-permanently), then this may be an option worth considering as well since they'll likely pay higher rent than short-term tenants would pay during their stay there.

It's Easy to Get Into the Market

Property investment is easy to get into. You can start with a small investment and then build your portfolio as your investment grows.

You can think about buying property on the Gold Coast in your own name, or you can use a company to buy the property on behalf of yourself or others (such as family members). This is known as third party ownership and is common among professional investors who want to protect their personal assets from being used by creditors if they get into financial difficulty later on.

You Can Choose From a Variety of Properties

There are many different types of property, from houses to apartments and even commercial buildings. Each type has its own set of advantages and disadvantages, so it's important to consider your personal preferences before deciding what the right kind of property is for you.

For example, if you're looking for a place to live alone, an apartment might be the best choice. However, if you want the freedom of having your own yard and space around you at all times, then a house would probably be better suited.

Conclusion

As we've seen, buying property on the Gold Coast is a powerful investment asset that can provide excellent returns over time. It's important to know what you're getting into before investing in real estate and there are many things that need to be considered before making an investment decision.

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10 Things To Know About Moving to Huntington Beach, CA

Thinking of moving to Huntington Beach? From the beautiful beaches to the vibrant culture and lifestyle, it’s no wonder why this coastal city in California is a popular destination. Whether you’re just visiting, thinking about renting an apartment in Huntington Beach or possibly setting down roots and buying a house in the area, you’ll find something here to satisfy your Gold Coast dream. In this…

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”If you stop by novac, ask for five and I’ll show you all the dresses people kept buying me because I looked more feminine from the pre-war. So glad I brought all my stuff to the Gold Coast and rented an apartment for my education.”

(They may be a bit of a hoarder but don’t blame them, that’s the last piece of their family in all the stuff they keep)

“Er, apologies to bother you but well… I’ve discovered as of late that dresses are actually surprisingly fun to wear… Do you have any suggestions? Help”

*nervous(? Probably just an act who knows) ‘Evan’ shuffling*

“Men… Can wear dresses? Wowee! This is almost as wild as when I found out women can wear pants… That’s so neat! Gosh, let me think about it.”

(She processes this info for a moment. You have made her less lobotomized tradwife pilled! Thank you for your service.)

“I agree, dresses are fun to wear. The best thing is to wear what you like, and it will look good on you. For you personally, Mr. Davis, I think you would look radiant in yellow.”