#Austin Mortgage

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Austin Capital Mortgage

Austin Capital Mortgage is a full-service residential mortgage banking firm based in Austin, Texas. We have been serving the needs of homebuyers and homeowners throughout Central Texas since 1996, and it shows in the numbers! Austin Capital has consistently ranked in the top 25 mortgage lenders in Central Texas for 20 years.

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Mortgage Lenders in Austin

Mortgage lenders provide a variety of services and products. While they are known for offering the most competitive rates, it may take longer for them to process your application.

Traditional mortgage lenders can help you refinance your existing mortgage. An experienced mortgage broker will work with multiple lenders to offer you a variety of loan options.

The austin mortgage lenders will coordinate closings and arrange appraisals. It all depends on your creditworthiness and income.

The largest category of mortgage lenders in America is mortgage banks. They source deals from investors and close loans quickly.

There are thousands of mortgage lenders in the US. They offer down payment assistance and rate matching. Their home equity loans have the highest customer service ratings.

There are many mortgage lenders, including mortgage brokers, mortgage bankers, and mortgage brokers.

When choosing a mortgage lender, another thing you should consider is your credit score.

When reviewing your application, a mortgage lender will consider your annual income. The percentage of your income that goes towards housing costs will be considered.

[spaceoracle]

My name is Austin. My family is homeless and has been since 2-2-22. My disabled, bed bound, immunocompromised father who is on oxygen 24/7, mom with a very painful disabled leg, cute as can be dog, wonderful and beautiful cat, and myself are in urgent need of support to keep us off the streets and in a motel room. We were evicted from our home after the passing of my aunt. She had a reverse mortgage and the bank took possession. We've been busting our butts to find a place ever since, with no luck finding housing whatsoever. Our daily motel fees eat up all of the money we manage to raise or save up, but crowded shelters are simply not an option because of my dad’s medical conditions. Catching COVID in a congregate shelter with his weak lungs and immunocompromised system would possibly kill him. We have been waiting for another Emergency Housing voucher as we were unable to find a place in the few days we were given to find one when approved previously. We are on countless low income housing waiting lists who have also told us to just wait. We have paid to apply for apartments and are rejected because of our low or non existent credit and low income. We are working with some new resources at the moment and hoping something comes of it. Basically, our issue is this: If we don’t have enough money for motel fees, we will have to sleep in our car which is super difficult for my parents and our pets, not even mentioning myself. There's honestly not enough room in our car for all of us to sit, let alone sleep comfortably. My dad’s oxygen machine needs electricity to run, and spare tanks only last a few hours each. The days are scorching and the nights get cold in California, especially this time of year, and we’re trying our best to stay together as a family and stay sheltered, healthy, and safe, and out of the triple digit summer heat. We would appreciate any donations you could spare to keep our motel room while we attempt to get on our feet during this awful experience. Thanks for your consideration, it means the world to us all. -Austin

The USA Today story featuring my family was published today. Apparently they have a policy that they can't link our fundraiser directly. So please help me spread it here.

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The Best News of Last Week

TikToker raises $186,000 for woman, 81, to pay off her mortgage and finally retire. He saw her on break at Walmart and recorded her clearly having a bad day.

Devan Bonagura, 19, works for a third-party company that sells products to Walmart, and it’s at the retailer where he met 81-year-old Nola Carpenter.

One comment read: “GOFUNDME ASAP” — before going on to receive 130,000 likes. Devan would honor the request of his followers, and later set up a GoFundMe to help Nola retire. Needless to say, the response was overwhelming.

2. Grandma and man she accidentally texted for Thanksgiving to reunite for 7th year

An accidental text message has led to a Thanksgiving tradition that is now continuing into its seventh year.

On Tuesday, Jamal Hinton confirmed in an Instagram post that he will spend this Thanksgiving with Wanda Dench, who in 2016 thought she was texting her grandson to invite him to Thanksgiving when she actually texted Hinton.

3. Flossie, 26, officially crowned world's oldest living cat by Guinness World Records

British-born Flossie has set a new record as the world’s oldest living cat. Guinness World Records have officially awarded the title to the feline, who was born in 1995. The cat has had a number of owners during her lifetime, but currently resides in southeast London.

But she’s still got several years to go if she wants to beat the oldest cat ever recorded. That title goes to Creme Puff, who lived to an incredible 38 years and three days in Austin, Texas.

4. Nano-robot antibodies that fight cancer enter first human drug trial

Scientists in Israel have created the first nano-robot antibodies designed to fight cancer. The first human trial for the new nano-robots will start soon, and it will determine just how effective the antibodies are. What is special about these particular antibodies, too, is that they are programmed to decide whether cells surrounding tumors are “bad” or “good.”

The trial is currently underway in Australia and if it goes according to plan, the nano-robot antibodies will be able to fight cells around tumors that can help the tumor while also boosting the capability of the cells inhibiting the growth of the cancerous cells.

5. Nepal Fights Deforestation, and Wins

This transformation is visible across Nepal, thanks to a radical policy adopted by the government more than 40 years ago. Large swaths of national forest land were handed to local communities, and millions of volunteers were recruited to protect and renew their local forests, an effort that has earned praise from environmentalists around the world.

6. Amazing quote from Richard M. Fierro, the Club Q hero that probably saved dozens of lives

“These kids want to live that way, want to have a good time, have at it,” he said as he described the night. “I’m happy about it because that is what I fought for, so they can do whatever they hell they want.”

7. First Drug to Delay Type 1 Diabetes Approved by FDA

Last week, the Food and Drug Administration approved the first drug to delay the onset of Type 1 diabetes.

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[lol-jackles]

You do know that FBBC are still heavily producing and distributing beer, right? Before you start patting yourself on the back that the original brewery/land is being sold, you might want to get clued into the fact that distribution has been expanded to San Antonio and recently to Houston. The company and brand are positioning themselves to expand further. Don't think they will go back to the cute craft brewery, but as you have pointed out, craft breweries are not that profitable. Looks like they are going for a stronger business model.

You go on about the whole YANA thing. I have never understood why a select few in the fandom actually became jealous about a charity? Seems so small minded and petty. Regardless, YANA still exists and continues to do good things.

Yes I know about their distribution, I'm the one who pointed out 5 years ago all those bottling and canning equipment and the end products weren't for the taproom customers but meant for distribution because the Ackles were trying to go big because they want to make actual profit despite originally claiming that they would only sell beer at the brewery (X).

What did you think the $1000 membership package was about?  To get SPN fans to regularly go to FBBC to keep it afloat so they can keep making beer on site and then ship off site. Quite a turnaround when Gino cast dispersion toward SPN fans and said there will be no beer named after a "corny tv show" (X)

According to Gino, they plan to resume producing their own beer again once they find a location in Austin.

After they bought these top on the line brewing equipment and are now selling. That sounds like a "stronger business model" to you?

Surely you don't think the Ackles are going to sell off all the brewery equipment only to turn around and buy new equipment for the alleged 2nd location?  At best they should just open a small scale taproom and put Gino in there as the glorified bar tender.

Do you know people who had their beer made by somebody else?  I have. They have to pay for everything, or make compromises.  There is no in between. A specific yeast strain the contractors don't use?  Then you're going to have to pay for that, and the labor to keep it going, or do it yourself.  Oh wait, they can't because they closed down FBBC.

Breweries don't close because they'll make more money from contract breweries, if that's the case then why open your own brewery in the first place?

Let me break it down using another real life example:

If parents have a couple of kids going to the same college and overlap each other, instead of paying dorm fees or renting an apartment, they would buy a townhouse for their child/ren and rent out rooms to other students, which pays for the mortgage.  Then when the last child graduates, they sell the house for a profit.

See the difference between owning a brewery that doubles as a contract brewery (your house) vs paying everything to a contract brewery (college)?

What's going on is there is a saturation of craft breweries.  It's like in the late 90s when there was a huge surge in openings of comic shops.  Every collector dreamed of running his own place and thought a love for the product was enough to be successful. The market became saturated.  A couple years later, the trend reversed and it seemed another shop was closing every other week. The difference in making it or not largely rested on whether the owner had the skill set to run a business. Foresight. Customer relations. General business principles. And of course, the ones who had adequate funding. The market decided who made it and who didn’t.

That's what is going on in the current beer industry.  The hobbyists who thought they could be successful because they loved brewing but lacked the skill set to run a business are beginning to fall.

LOL nobody is jealous of YANA, people continue to be amused by it because of how badly it was executed and then failed. If YANA still exist and continues to do good thing, it's only because Jared bailed it out after both Misha and Jensen abandoned the public promise as mentioned here and here.

I remember back in my day a craft beer was “hey there’s a beer that’s $3.50 a bottle instead of $2 and it’s way better!”

Nowadays it’s “this craft beer is sourced with water collected from the Himalayas by free range howler monkeys and filtered through the wings of butterflies.  Oh and we can’t bother to be original so it’s an IPA loaded with hops.  $8 please”.

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One Door Closes & Another One Opens

Joel x OFC!Divorce Lawyer

Explicit, 18+

How Did This Happen?

Main MasterList & Series Masterlist - My AO3

Summary: She’s a divorce attorney and he’s a husband looking for help to save his daughter, and himself, from his gambling addict wife. Renae Russo is a woman who fights for her clients and wins. She’s satisfied with her life and what she does, but she wishes she could have a little more. What happens when Joel Miller becomes her client and an old flame of Renae’s reignites in the same breath?

Chapter Summary: Renae’s life is the same; Wake up, go to court, come home, sleep, repeat. It’s not as bad as it sounds, she thrives in this environment, but maybe something can change that. Then there’s Joel, whose life is the same but not - the routine is the same, but the situation as a whole isn’t.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: gambling, alcoholic wife

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“Your Honor, Ms. Fredrick owns this home and that's all she wants out of this divorce. She’s willing to give Mr. Henry everything else; the two thousand, twenty-two Mercedes, the two sets of leather furniture, and the property on Hess lake - it’s all his. As long as he stops fighting for the home in Austin, which he has no rights to.” Renae stands up from her seat on the right side of the courtroom and sternly glances between the older judge in front of her and the other table, which consists of Mr. Henry and his attorney, Garcia Cole.

Before Judge Nick can ask any questions, Renae is already opening a folder and flipping through pages and pages of documents that Ms. Fredrick has provided. “And here are the mortgage payments for the past eleven years that she and Mr. Henry lived together.” She pulls a stack of papers from the light colored folder and struts up to the judges’ bench.

Her black Louboutin’s click on the tile-like floor, the sound bounces around the empty courtroom, her fiery orange curls bouncing as she walks, “clearly showing she is capable of paying the twelve-hundred dollar mortgage by herself, in full.”

By now, Renae is back at her table with Ms. Fredrick’s, who is noticeably nervous but trying to keep her cool because she knows Renae’s rate - she always wins.

Renae swings her thick hair behind her shoulder and smooths the front of her white silk blouse as she stands between her wood chair and the table, clearing her throat before she starts again. “Ms. Fredrick’s name and bank account are also listed as the Homeowner. Legally, Mr. Henry has no leg to stand on, if he doesn’t want a fight-” she turns to her left, making eye contact with him, “I’d suggest he stops while he’s ahead.”

Almost all eight of the Family court Judges love Renae because she’s thorough and does right by her clients - she never fails them, and she’s a bulldog in the courtroom. But what makes Renae Russo so different from any other attorney is that she doesn’t take cases that she doesn’t think are fair. Not because she’ll lose, however, it’s all based on if she thinks the divorce is a necessity. If the wife, or the husband, is getting abused or taken advantage of in the marriage - either literally or figuratively - Renae will gladly help them get out of that situation, and come out with more than they started with, only if they wish.

“Well, I’d have to agree with Ms. Russo here. Unless Mr. Cole can show me bank statements from Mr. Henry that shows consistent payments with no issues, such as any other properties or vehicles.” Judge Nick raises his face from the documents Renae handed him, to look at Mr. Garcia and Mr. Henry, “Otherwise, the home will stay in Ms. Frederick’s name and you’ll receive all other assets.”

Renae has now sat back down, her right leg moving to fold over her left, her black pencil skirt making it a bit of a task, and her medium length, French tip acrylics rest on her thighs as she waits for their answer. She knows they don’t have any rebuttal, so she mentally crosses this case off of her list of many things she needs to do today.

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The loud noise of the back slider opening and sliding closed, and her drunken laughter, that she says she tries to contain, alerts Joel. He routinely stands up from his brown leather recliner and storms out of the living room, around the dining room corner which leads to a hallway that curves right and turns into a mud room - where she is, fallen on the floor, giggling to herself as she stares back at Joel who towers over.

It’s seven in the morning on a Wednesday and she left at five-thirty PM yesterday. Last night was poker night, her absolute favorite game.

Who is she, exactly?

She is Joel’s wife of twenty years and the mother of their ten year old daughter, Sarah - Annie Miller. The once beautiful and successful business woman and owner of her own beauty shop is now a full blown gambler and alcoholic, and Joel isn’t quite sure how she ended up like this.

The Annie that Joel fell in love with twenty years ago, looks nothing like the Annie that he now just lives with and takes care of. She was a tall lean woman, with beautiful toned blond hair that went down her back, these robin egg blue colored foxy eyes, her eyebrows were thin but sharp, and her lips were Joel's favorite feature because of their light pink tone and plumpness.

But now she looks like a different woman; she’s nothing but bones - besides her beer gut, that makes her look pregnant - her eyes have sunken in and have major circles around them, and she’s lost all color in her face and lips that he loved. But she acts like she looks like her old self, because she still dresses the same with her business casual style and tries to do her makeup and hair the same - but, it just doesn’t work anymore.

The only thing he can narrow down to her downfall, was his and Annie’s sixteenth wedding anniversary and they went to the casino for the first time since they had Sarah. Joel and Annie had an amazing weekend, full of love and laughter - some of Joel’s favorite memories are from that trip. But a couple months later Joel started to notice her behavior change.

Annie would start going out without Joel, her excuse would always be the same, I’m just goin’ out with a couple girlfriends, babe. And at first, Joel was blind to it mainly because he believed she was going out to the bar or somewhere with her friends. Why would he think otherwise? He’s never had to worry about it before and he got to spend more time with Sarah - which felt great because he worked so much and didn’t get much time with her, other than dinner and doing their nightly walk around the block.

However, after that became the norm over the next month and the next month, slowly turning into the next year, Joel started to feel like he was doing everything. Thankfully Sarah started first grade that fall, so with her at school seven hours a day, it allowed him to work with Tommy, his younger brother. They would do carpeting and some other construction for side jobs so Joel could get some extra money in his pocket because all of a sudden, Annie was asking him for money all the time.

She chalked it up to being, the shop wasn’t doing well and tips weren’t coming in like they used to. Again, Joel blindly believed her and he was understanding, told her he would pick up some extra shifts on the weekends to make up for her loss. But, unbeknownst to him at the time, Annie wasn’t working anymore and her business had shut down due to not paying the rent or property taxes for close to a year. So with all her free time, she was actually going to the casino, alone, with Joel’s money.

After another year of no change, besides Annie’s behavior and appearance, Joel finally said something to her. He told her she needed to get help or he was going to leave her - but ultimately, he couldn’t do it. She continued going out every night, with no explanation, but Joel let it slide because he didn’t want a broken household for Sarah, believing she deserves to have a two parent home.

Joel is now starting to regret that decision, because he knows that Sarah would be so much better off without Annie in her life. Or, at least not live together.

Annie doesn’t make it easy for Joel, she’s gone five nights out of the week, for hours and then comes home early the next morning for Joel to take care of her and get her to bed before Sarah gets up for the day. Then the two days she’s home, she sleeps, all day, and she needs Joel to take care of her and tend to her every need. Joel is pretty much a single parent of two kids, the second child being his wife.

“Hi baby,” she drunkenly slurs in a high pitched tone, “I’m trying to be- I hope I was quiet.” She raises her pointer finger with her signature cherry red acrylics, up to her mouth and then whispers, shhhh.

“Get up,” he demands deep and low, as he stands only a couple feet away from her, his arms folded on his chest, he can feel his heart pound against his arms. He wants to scream at her for coming home this late, or early, for being an absolute mess and reckless - but he doesn’t, because he knows he wouldn’t be able to control himself, he’s not sure from what, but it’s enough for him to be cautious.

Annie gives him her classic pouty lip. I’m sorry, darling, she apologizes, but it doesn’t last long. She shifts from remorseful to joking instantly. She starts her giggle-fest to herself as she tries to stand on her feet, ultimately failing and falling back on her ass - slamming her back into the glass door, causing the smack to blare through the whole house.

“Oop- clumsy me!” She laughs to herself, giving up on trying to move by herself, “Help me, baby.” She whines and raises her arms over her head, much like a child waiting to be picked up - the image reminds Joel of Sarah as a toddler, but it’s quickly gone when Annie turns to her right and starts puking on the rug.

Fuckin-A, Joel rolls his eyes and grabs a towel that’s folded in the closet to his left, and waits for her to finish - he has no remorse for her anymore, physically and emotionally Joel is drained from this gruesome cycle. His presentation of himself has also declined; his oak colored hair now has gray streaks and is way too long, it just looks like a mess, his build has thinned out a bit but not much since he’s still working, and his face is always in a scowl, unless it’s with Sarah but people can tell that Joel is not himself.

“Can you stand up?” Joel asks as he sets the towel on top of her mess, to take care of later, “Cause Sarah’s gonna be up any minute ‘n I don’t want her to see this. Don’t think you do either.”

Annie wipes her mouth with the sleeve of her gray sweater, a faint smile still on her face - Joel wants nothing more than to take it right off, but he doesn’t. All he does, while she’s giggling and talking nonsense the whole time, is throw her thin, lanky body over his shoulder so he can take her upstairs with no issues. And all she does is laugh.

The whole time he does this, all he can think about is Sarah and he prays that she doesn’t see this. He hates that Annie won’t get right for Sarah, if it were him, he’d go and get help immediately…however, it’s not Joel, so he can’t dwell on that.

Then like that, his worst nightmare became reality.

“Dad?”

The tired little voice questions behind Joel, just before he reaches the bedroom him and Annie once shared. Fuck, he can’t help but freeze, his mind rushes a mile per minute to think of something but he also knows Sarah is very smart for her age. It’s been four years of chaos, so she’s gotta have some kind of idea of what’s going on.

“Go to your room baby girl, I’ll be there in a minute.” It’s short and sweet, enough for him to get a hold of the situation, but also not scare her. Her yawn calms him down, but what really does it is when he hears her bedroom door shut - he’s able to breathe a little more.

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The pitter-patter of small paws on hardwood hit Renae’s ears as she unlocks her front door to her apartment. “Hiii Frankie,” she sings as she locks her door. The small golden retriever, no older than a year old, runs up to her with his tail wagging happily and his ears flopping around, and he barks once for Renae to pick him up.

Okay, okay, one second, she laughs while she walks over to her kitchen where she slides her large purse off her shoulder and sets it on top of the granite island. “C’mere baby boy!” She sings as she squats down to pick the handheld size puppy up into her arms, the dog starts to lick her hands and neck before she tells him to stop.

“Were you good for Ms. Pam today?” Renae questions before she stands up and walks out of the kitchen, heading down the singular hallway that leads to her bedroom. Pam is Renae’s dog walker, she comes three days out of the week to help relieve some stress of a new puppy for Renae. The apartment fills with the sound of her heels as she walks to go start her night.

When she gets to her room, pushes the door open with her hip and she’s met with the smell of fresh pine, her favorite scent - plug-in air fresheners and candles are her babies, she can’t live without them.

“Lay right here baby, I’ll be back.” She sets Frankie down in the middle of her king size bed and he sinks into the puffy gray comforter, curling into a tiny ball just floppy ears and bug eyes. Renae then slides her heels off, right one first then her left, then glides over to her walk-in closet, sliding the door open and entering to set her black, red bottoms with her couple dozen other heels she owns.

Turning around, she grabs a large graphic T-shirt with Mario and Luigi on it along with sleep shorts and ankle socks off the middle shelf on her wall. Her nightly routine has become Renae’s life for the past seven years and she’s content with it because she doesn’t have to worry about anyone else, well Frankie now. But that’s only because she’s been starting to feel lonely, all her friends and girlfriends are married, or getting married and have kids - Renae has never given a man a chance for anything more than a boyfriend that she has for a year or two.

It’s not that she can’t hold on to them, she just gets tired of the neediness that men have. She doesn’t want to have to take care of a man who should be fully capable of doing it themselves. Her mom instilled this work ethic into her since she was a kid, Renae always conjured up some idea to make money; Lemonade stands, cleaning pools, mowing lawns, and really anything in between.

So for a man, who’s supposed to be her partner, to come into her life and expect her to do everything for him, she can’t deal with it - she’d end up killing him, no joke.

After her shower and making herself dinner, then cleaning up afterwards, Renae went back to her bedroom for the night. Frankie curls up on her stomach, her acrylics scratch softly through his soft fur as she watches The Hunger Games, a movie she’s seen hundreds of times but she didn’t mind. It’s more for background noise so she can fall asleep, there’s just something about living alone as a woman that when it’s silent, it’s hard to sleep.

But hopefully she can get some sleep to the sound of Haymitch explaining the violent games to Katniss and Peeta, so she’s ready for tomorrow. She couldn’t be more excited, her younger sister, by two years, Gia is coming into town with her eight year old daughter Bianca for the long weekend. Bianca is a mini-Renae, she’s got fire in her that everyone knows resembles her and Gia says she absolutely loves it because she misses her sister since she moved to New York almost ten years ago.

However, whenever Gia comes back to Austin, Renae can’t help but get a little jealous at the life her sister has. Gia has the dream life; Gorgeous brownstone, solid career as a VP at a plumbing company, husband of nine years and he absolutely adores her and Bianca whole heartedly - the man would find a way to walk on water for them. And all by the age of twenty-nine, it’s incredibly impressive.

How did the youngest sister get the life that the oldest dreamt of?

[joels6string]

hello, darling.

okay, important thought incoming that I'm hoping you're ready to elaborate on.

let's imagine Joel has the most dreadful day. he just needs to get lost in his lady...presumably for hours. what would that look like for him? how can his lady help his brain shut off?

of course this is intended to be filthy...'cause duh.

I would love to elaborate on this. I even sat at my desk for this. Let's even go AU into a non-Cordyceps-infected world. He's still my favorite old man though.

NSFW 18+ blowjob, thigh riding, face riding, sub!Joel, creampie

Outbid again. Despite the reputation for quality work Joel and Tommy had within Austin and the surrounding community, it all came down to money. And other people could do the job for cheaper.

He was stewing in his office, his head in his hands, the books laid in front of him while the accounts were pulled up on the old desktop he should have replaced years ago. He'd skipped dinner, mumbling something about not being hungry before holing up in the room beside the dining area, but after two hours you knew it was time to drag him out.

As your arms circled his neck, his head leaned into you, finding a home beneath your chin as your fingers dove beneath the collar of his shirt. The familiar smell of sawdust and leather mixed with his cheap shampoo that lingered in his long, gray hair had your eyes closing in contentedness, his skin warm and his heart thudding rhythmically in his chest.

"Come upstairs," you cooed, pressing your lips to the crown of his head as an added incentive, a heavy sigh following.

"I gotta move money around," he argued, "Mortgage is comin' due, Sarah's semester...we need food."

"And it'll be waiting for you in the morning."

"I can't-"

But he would. You pulled yourself away quick enough to where he wouldn't catch you, spinning his chair around and sinking to your knees, your hands grateful he'd switched into sweatpants as you shucked them down just enough to release his cock.

"Christ," he whined as you pulled the spongy head of it between your lips, his head falling back against the headrest as he stiffened against your tongue.

While your throat opened and your nose buried in the thick thatch of curls at the root of him, your fingers worked on his buttons, undoing as many as you could reach before you explored the soft stretch of his stomach. His focus on work and finances was replaced by the way your neck was bulging around his girth and the drool bubbling at the corners of your mouth, his long digits threading into your hair as you bobbed, glucking loudly for him to enjoy.

"God damn," he praised as you held him completely sheathed, gagging slightly but fighting through it as he whined, hips pulsing as his balls began to twitch with the need for release.

But it wasn't time for that, not yet. He needed to forget.

Gasping for air, you released him, his grip in your locks immediately pulling your mouth to his, your spit-soaked mouth gliding with his as he tasted the pre-cum on your tongue. The buttons you couldn't reach before were quickly undone, the hair on his chest soft as you raked your fingernails through it, your core grinding down on his thigh as you straddled him in the small office chair.

This always worked him up, using him for your own gratification, and as you ground down against the thick muscle between your legs, he watched on with awe. With his mouth agape heaving with shallow breaths, his fingertips dug into the plush skin around your hips, pushing you down and pulling you faster than you could move on your own, you were shaking within minutes, your panties damp as you collapsed against his chest in an attempt to catch your breath. There was a small window of time you had to regulate, control over the situation not something you were willing to relinquish.

The loss of your weight had him groaning as you pulled him up, dragging him up the stairs and to the bed where a simple push on his chest had him lying flat. You stripped slowly for him, his fist working over his throbbing shaft as he watched through heavy-lidded eyes.

"Listen to me," you instructed as you threw your leg over him, your soaked slit pressing down onto his flush cock and mimicking the motions you'd abused his thigh with just moments ago, "Focus here. Nowhere else."

"Yes ma'am," he whimpered as you began to crawl up his body, settling your slit over his face and lowering down onto his waiting tongue.

His mouth worked just as efficiently as yours had for him, his lips suckling at your clit alternating with his tongue prodding into your dripping entrance. He was loud, groaning and growling every time the taste of you heightened, his face soaked as you mewled pathetically above him, your hands pressed into the wall in an effort to keep yourself upright.

When he flattened his tongue for you to find your own pleasure with, your entire body shook as you moved over him, his reminder to you that he'd gladly suffocate here making you laugh to yourself as he pulled you down onto his face even more. He hooked and flicked the tip at just the right moment, his lips pursing and applying pressure efficiently enough to have you screaming again, your inner thighs drenched in spit and your arousal as you slid back down, notching him at your entrance.

Your body welcomed him easily, your movements lazy as you marveled at his dazed expression. This was right where you liked him, unable to form a coherent thought, drowning in you and the ways you could make him feel. His eyes were pinched shut as the pressure in his stomach built, he was too keyed up to last long but he was giving it his best efforts. With your nails digging into his pecs hard enough to leave indents as you slammed down over and over, he couldn't help the moans he usually kept from spilling free.

"Not yet," you begged, feeling your third ascent into the clouds building, "Not yet, baby."

"Okay," he gasped, teeth sinking into his lower lip, his sputtering cries the most divine indication of his loss of control as a tear born of frustration and concentration alike dripped from the outer corner of his right eye, "For fucks sake...please."

The begging was what you were after, and he continued pathetically until your cunt strangled him, your body falling onto his chest as his arms wrapped you up, his release finally spilling deep inside of you, hot and heavy. You stayed pressed to his sweat-soaked skin, his chest erratically rising and falling as his lips pressed to your forehead in thanks.

"No more fucking numbers," you scolded as your heart rate began to slow, his gravelly chuckle vibrating through you.

"It can wait," he agreed, "Bath or shower?"

[destinyc1020]

Idk, Tom often looks scared and uncomfortable when he is walking around on the streets? Like he doesn't have that swagger for me like Austin has. He's always looking around, scanning. Doesn't look enjoyable at all tbh. I know he probably doesn't like it when people film them without consent but that video was not if for me.

Anonnnnnn..... now what you're not gonna do is pit my two men against each other. 😭

Lol you have to understand that Tom is way more famous than Austin is, and he's seen the nastiness out here that can come with massive fame (and he doubles as Zendaya's bodyguard in his spare time lol 🤭), so that man has eyes like a HAWK, and he's always keeping his eyes peeled at all times rofl. 🤣

And listennnnn.... Tom walks out in these streets with confidence like a middle-aged man who's got a mortgage, a 401k, a wife and kids, and a single family home with a white picket fence rofl 🤣 Tom has "rich man" walking energy lol.

Austin on the other hand.... that man walks like he's from the streets!! 🤣 Must be that LA swagger I guess lol 😆 I noticed it in the "Elvis" movie too whenever they would do shots of him walking from behind lol. 🤭 I even noticed it in "The Carrie Diaries" lol. You can tell he grew up around some "urban" life lol.

They both have nice walks to me? 🤷🏾‍♀️ They're just different....

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[hologramcowboy]

I didn’t know they bought a mansion in Connecticut. What’s that about?

🤔

I think it's an attempt to shift his image. He is going for the wrong thing because he doesn't get how branding works and what his bullseye is. Besides, I am sure Elta didn't exactly hit it off with the Austin crowd. 🤭 I find it very interesting that they are running away from Austin to an area that has less opportunities movie market wise and to a house that has a questionable history. They took out a mortgage of over 6 million dollars for that mansion, I hope Jensen knows what he is doing.

[cultofpoppy-tm]

TOUR!

Presale – Friday, November 10 at 10AM Local

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July 26 - Auburn, WA - White Rive Amphitheater

July 27, Ridgefield, WA -RV Inn Style Resort Amphitheater

July 30 - Salt Lake City, UT - USANA Amphitheater

July 31 - Morrison,CO - Red Rocks Amphitheater

August 2 - Maryland heights, MO - Hollywood Casino Amphitheater

August 3 - Nashville, TN -Ascend Amphitheater

August 6 - Clarkson, MI - Pine Knob Music Theater

August 7 - Cuyahoga Falls, OH - Blossom Music Center

August 9 - Nobleville, IN - Ruoff Music Center

August 10 - Chicago, IL - Huntington Bank Pavilion at Northerly Island

August 12 - Toronto, ON - Budweiser Stage

August 14 - Camden, NJ - Freedom Mortgage Pavilion

August 15 -Columbia, MD - Merriweather Post Pavilion

August 17 - Brooklyn, NY - Barclays Center

August 18 - Mansfield, PA - Xfinity Center

August 20 - Charolette, NC - PNC Music Pavilion

August 21 - Atlanta, GA - Lakewood Amphitheater

August 23 West Palm Beach, FL - IThink Financial Amphitheater

August 24 - Tampa, FL - Midflorida Credit Union Amphitheater

August 27 - Dallas, TX -Dos Equis Pavilion

August 29 - Houston, TX - The Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion

August 30 -Austin, TX - Germania Insurance Amphitheater

September 1 - Phoenix, AZ / Talking Stick Resort Amphitheater

September 4 - Mountain View, CA - Shoreline Amphitheater

[paracunt]

North American Tour (2023)

each link will take you to said shows corresponding tags so you can browse through whichever one you want, for an overall view, check out “ Tour 2023 “ or you can checkout the master-tag.

Hangout Festival in Gulf Shores, Alabama

The Spectrum Center in Charlotte, North Carolina

The State Farm Arena in Atlanta, Georgia

Adjacent Festival in Atlantic City, New Jersey

Boston Calling in Allston, Massachusetts

Madison Square Garden in New York Both Nights | Night 1 / Night 2

Capital One Arena in Washington, D.C.

Rocket Mortgage FieldHouse in Cleveland, Ohio

Gainbridge Fieldhouse in Indianapolis, Indiana

Little Caesars Arena in Detroit, Michigan

Scotiabank Arena in Toronto, Canada

Schottenstein Center in Columbus, Ohio

The PPG Paints Arena in Pittsburgh

Amway Center in Orlando, Florida

Hard Rock Hotel & Casino in Hollywood, Florida

Bonnaroo in Manchester, Tennesse

— The Second leg of the North American Tour

The Smoothie King Center in New Orleans, Louisiana

Dickies Arena in Fort Worth, Texas (i put this as “Night 1” but since this is a stand alone show i fucked up— so my bad)

Moody Center in Austin, Texas

Toyota Center in Houston, Texas

Ball Arena in Denver, Colorado

Acrisure Arena in Palm Springs, California

Viejas Arena in San Diego, California

Kia Forum in Los Angeles, California | Night 1 / Night 2

Chase Center in San Francisco, California (canceled due to illness)

Climate Pledge Arena in Seattle, Washington (canceled due to illness)

Veterans Memorial Coliseum in Portland, Oregon (canceled due to illness)

Delta Center in Salt Lake City, Utah (canceled due to illness)

BOK Center in Tulsa, Oklahoma

Enterprise Center in St. Louis, Missouri

Fiserv Forum in Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Xcel Energy in Saint Paul, Minnesota

Chase Center in San Francisco, California — rescheduled

Climate Pledge Arena in Seattle, Washington — rescheduled

Veterans Memorial Coliseum in Portland, Oregon — rescheduled — (canceled due to illness)

Delta Center in Salt Lake City, Utah — rescheduled — (canceled due to illness)

[lightofraye]

How do you know Jensen haemorrhaging money? How do you know he can’t afford things like big houses? His watches for example are very expensive, as is his house. Maybe he simply can afford it.

also I’d like to know how you found out that he’s sold houses? Maybe he has a few?

thanks 🙏

Hello anon!

I wish I could say I did the research, but it's more of listening to other people's posts.

Here's what I do know!

His brewery, The Family Business Beer Company, shuttered a couple of weeks ago. They do have contracts with distributors to continue producing their beer and selling it, but the actual tap room, as it were, is closed, and was done so before they found a new location. In business, that's a bad sign.

Secondly, the family condo in Colorado sold for half what the Ackles paid for it. That's also a bad sign.

Supposedly (and hopefully someone can correct me on this) they still haven't found a buyer for their Bed and Breakfast in Austin.

They mortgaged the mansion in Connecticut. It wasn't bought outright, which you'd think they could afford, right?

There's the fact that Jensen hasn't had a regular series job since the end of Supernatural. He had one season of The Boys. A guest spot on Tracker. Nothing since. His main income are conventions, and I'm fairly certain they don't pay as well as a series regular would. (Oh, I forgot about Rust--I don't know if he took a loss when filming was suspended.)

So. $10 million mansion in Connecticut. And Danneel's habit of expensive renovations.

That's where my speculation led me to, anon. I hope this helps you!