#airbnb for storage

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[live-from-flaturn]

My brain during this part of Between Us, Ep 4, knowing precisely what that couch has seen and experienced:

[bigdicric3]

!this is a note to everyone! DO NOT rent an Airbnb from a straight man! the bare minimum isn't even met with housing

[bag-boyz]

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[foxcassius]

did i tell u guys that this airbnb i've been in for 5 days has an extra room across the hall for me to use and i just. didnt know that because im stupid

[bagboyzbagboy]

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

'Vallecitos' is a luxury earthship house built in 2018 in Taos, NM. It's been featured on Netflix, international TV and social media, among the pages of Forbes and AirBnB magazine, and many others, yet it's been on the market for almost 2 yrs. 2bds, 2ba, asking $825K + $20mo. HOA fee. Let's take a look inside.

So, the typically long earthship garden that is usually inside the house, is separate here, and like a greenhouse decorated with bottles in the pretty turquoise walls.

Food grows out here- I see lettuce, aloe vera.

And, look at this- bananas. Or are they plantains?

I must say that the living room is nice, but the dining area is a little tight.

We've seen some pretty primitive earthships before, but this actually looks like a home with beamed ceilings and quality glass doors and windows.

A real kitchen and it's very pretty. Love the turquoise cabinets.

It even has a pantry and laundry room.

Very nice bath and what looks like a real flushing toilet, not a composter.

Beautiful tile sink.

The secondary bedroom is lovely. It looks like a child's room and has plenty storage for toys, games and books. A desk faces the garden window.

As we can see, the garden runs the whole length of the large "ship."

The primary bedroom is nice.

It opens to the garden area.

Pretty en-suite. I would need something on that window, though.

Out on the patio they have a sauna.

Patio looking out over the 2.31 acre lot.

View of the back of th house with the sauna and patio.

Partial privacy wall around a deck.

Aerial view of the property shows grass and vegetation, but it's quite vast and empty.

Glamor shot of it at night.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/27-Earthship-Way-Taos-NM-87577/2061804094_zpid/?

[thornsent]

after months of abuse at the hands of my support team, it's happening. I have to be out of my apartment at noon tomorrow and I am completely without support.

I have another apartment lined up finally, for real this time, but because I rely on subsidized housing they have to inspect the unit and it can take weeks to get scheduled. I was told I had a moving truck + storage + somewhere to stay lined up for me but all of that was a fucking lie and I'm completely lost as to what to do. I spent today calling every help line, shelter, charity and church I could find and begging for help but I couldn't find anything and I am terrified and I am desperate for something.

there's a storage unit with a special for $46 first month's rent here so I don't lose everything I own again and I know of some very cheap airbnbs to keep myself off of the streets but I'm disabled and barely get anything from my state's welfare, I really really desperately need help in keeping myself housed until I can move into my new place and I feel fucking awful for having to ask for help so much.

I did not expect the past 5 months of my life to be some of the most traumatic and difficult and I want to survive this for many reasons but esp so i can help others someday, housing is a human fucking right and as bad as this is there are people who are going through so much worse and its just nauseating

p.ypl alumirust@gmail.com c@sh4pp doppelgougar vennnm0 alumirust

[drivinmeinsane]

Snowstorm ※ 12 Days of Goosemas

Day Ten ※ Colt Seavers / Reader

{12 Days of Goosemas Masterlist} ※ {Regular Masterlist} ※ {ao3}

※ Summary: You and Colt discover that some gambles don't pay off.

※ Rating: No mature content.

※ Content/Tags: Cuddling for Warmth, Ill-advised Winter Safety Practices, Fluff/Humor

※ Word count: 1998

※ Status: Oneshot/Complete

Despite your layers, you’re shivering enough that your teeth feel like they’re going to rattle right out of your skull. It’s hard to imagine that the weather is going to take a turn for the worse when it’s already cold enough in the warehouse that everyone’s breath is visible in front of their faces. This far north by the Great Lakes is always a gamble this time of year. This movie production is certainly not winning the lottery. 

“Alright crew, let's wrap this up,” calls the team lead. 

Everyone picks up speed, finishing their tasks so they can separate into pairs and small groups to carpool back to their temporary housing. Automatically, you gravitate towards Colt. The two of you have been working off and on together for years on various movie sets. Being around him comes as easily and naturally as breathing. It was a massive relief when you were assigned to share an airbnb for the couple months you’re going to be spending here. 

“This sucks, huh?” You comment, helping him to roll up an impact mat. 

He laughs, breath clouding the air. “Yeah, it super sucks.”

The rest of the crew files out while the two of you work, alternating between sweating and freezing. Securing all the impact mats for storage is a miserable task, but it gets done. The building is empty aside from Colt and you. 

The stunt guy straightens up, groaning as his back loudly pops. “Ready to bounce on outta here?”

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”

At the door, the two of you take the time to adjust your layers. Colt wraps your scarf around your head teasingly after offering to help you put it on. You give him a scathing look between the layers of material before you break and the two of you start laughing. Colt is wiping at his eyes, still chuckling a little, when you shove the door open. 

The cold air immediately tears right through your clothes. The hollow thud and click of the door closing and locking behind you both sounds ominous. Colt offers his arm to you and you take it, resigning yourself to the weather conditions. The snow is coming down heavily, making it difficult to see across the sprawling parking. 

Your Lord of the Rings worthy journey to Colt’s truck starts out easily enough, until you wipe out on a snow-covered patch of ice. If it wasn’t for the death grip you have on each other's arms, you would bust your ass right then and there. Instead, you and Colt end up doing a weird dance to try to stay upright. 

“Maybe we should consider a career in couples ice skating. Maybe retire from the stunts biz.” Colt suggests, breathing heavily from the unexpected exertion.

“Toddler level, maybe,” you grumble back, foot skidding again. You hate the fact that the stunt crew has to park clear out of the way on the very fringes of the parking lot. 

You risk a glance at your coworker. His gaze is focused intently on the ground. Snowflakes are collecting in his beard and in his shaggy hair, making his blue eyes appear even bluer. After what feels like an age of taking minuscule steps across a frozen wasteland, you finally spot his garishly colored truck through the snow. You’ve never been happier to see the yellow and brown eyesore. 

Colt helps you up into the passenger seat. Once you're settled, he pushes his tuck keys into your hand. You pass him the windshield scraper in return. It was a new purchase after having to use the airbnb’s dustpan the first morning the two of you had walked out to the vehicle to find it under a thick layer of snow. 

“Start her for me?”

Mumbling an affirmative, you lean over and slot the key into the ignition switch and twist. The truck sparks to life with a smooth rumble. Meanwhile, Colt skirts around the edge of the vehicle. He’s scraping at the windshield, chiseling the packed snow in sheets. He suddenly slips, hitting his sternum on the truck’s grille guard. Upon seeing your horrified expression through the cleared glass, he flashes you a thumbs up and a grimace. You give him the same in return.

Working faster now, he finishes the windshield and makes sure that the side windows and mirrors are clear. He knocks the scraper clean before opening the door and heaving himself into the truck. The stunt man tosses it at your feet onto the already cluttered floorboard. The cold air that followed him into the cab does neither of you any favors.

“You think we’re good, Colt?” You ask, watching him pull off his gloves and tuck them into his sun visor for safekeeping.

“Hope so. If it doesn't get worse we should be fine,” he says with a shrug only to yelp when his bare hands come in contact with the steering wheel. “Shit, that’s cold!”

With the heat on full blast, Colt backs out of the parking lot and then you’re off to the airbnb. He handles the truck expertly. While not used to driving in what is essentially a blizzard, the man has done enough crazy stunts to keep from skidding all over the road. That and his monstrosity of a vehicle with its sizable off-roading tires makes the trip go a little easier. 

“Colt…” You say, worried. The weather is getting worse, much worse. The truck is struggling to maintain traction.

“Yeah, I know, sweetheart.” Both of you are so glued to the increasingly limited visibility and heavier snowfall that neither of you acknowledge the unintentional endearment Colt lets slip.

Spotting a ihop coming up, he makes the choice to pull into the empty lot. There’s no way he’s going to be able to push through. The weather is just too bad for his vehicle. The restaurant is clearly closed. This isn’t the southern part of the United States where there’s a Waffle House around to keep its doors open no matter the situation.

“There’s no way a tow truck is going to be able to get out here, is there?” You comment rhetorically. 

Beside you, Colt groans when he can’t get reception on his cell phone. “Looks like we’re going to be here until the plows come through. Might be in the morning.”

You sigh and settle into your seat. Both of your phone batteries are too low to risk running them down by idly scrolling through old saved pictures. It’s going to be a long night. 

To pass the time, you decide to lean over and rummage through the pile of trash and receipts on the floorboard. Like his apartment, he does not keep his truck clean or organized. You spend the next couple hours going through his receipts and judging him for his purchases. It’s mostly “Another Bonsai tree?” and “Just how much do you love this fast food place?” while your best friend does his damndest to defend himself as though he’s in front of an imaginary jury. 

Eventually, the light fades too much to see the small text. Colt has long since turned off the truck. As the sun dips below the horizon, it gets colder in the cab. 

You shiver and Colt notices. “C’mere.”

You slide across the bench seat and underneath his offered arm. He’s warm but the meager contact is too scant to do much. You seem to take turns shivering against one another. 

“It’s a shame we don’t have a tauntaun,” he says suddenly. 

You turn your face into the side of his chest to smother a groan at the reference. “I’d give anything for a hot drink right now.”

Colt makes a sound in agreement and slides down in his seat, struggling to get comfortable. His knee hits the steering wheel and you feel his pained exhale. “Yeah, I would too.”

A particularly vicious wind tears over the truck. It feels like it bypasses the layers of barely insulated metal entirely. The two of you clutch at each other in response. The lack of light isn’t helping it feel any warmer or cozier. Snow has entirely covered the windshield and the windows are fogged up from your breath and body heat. 

“I’ll turn on the truck for a sec to run the heater, but then I guess we oughta try to get some sleep.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

You don’t separate when Colt turns the key. The warm air is luxurious against your cold face. You nearly shove your fingers into the vent. He turns the truck off once you’re both sufficiently warmed. Now comes the difficult part, navigating where to put your bodies for sleep. The temperature has ruined any semblance of personal space. 

“Wanna be on top?” 

“If you insist on bottoming, stunt guy.”

“Oh, I always insist.”

Nearly hitting your head on the cab’s roof, you manage to shove yourself off of the bench seat enough for Colt to wedge himself into the short space. You can barely make out his shape. His hands find you and he guides you on top of himself. He hisses sharply and puts a hand over your kneecap when you graze it dangerously close to his crotch. 

“I don't have plans for kids any time soon, but I’d like to keep my options open,” he jokes.

Finally, you are settled on top of him. It’s incredibly uncomfortable for both of you. He’s got his knees drawn up, shins against the door. Your left knee is wedged between his hip and the seat as you lay with your cheek on his shoulder. His arms are up and around you. Yours are tucked alongside his torso with your hands under his shoulders. You feel like a pair of pretzels.

You lay in silence, listening to the winter storm outside. Both of you start to shiver again.

“I know it’s silly but-”

“This sucks so-” you accidentally start at the same time. “Go ahead,” you encourage. 

You hear him swallow. He seems stiff, nervous all of a sudden. “I know it’s silly, but uh… skin to skin contact works. With us both wearing jackets we can’t share body heat as well. So maybe if we… Wow, I promise I’m not trying to come onto you.”

“Okay.” You say gently.  

Sitting up in his lap, his hands fall from your back to the sides of your hips. You unzip your jacket. You’re instantly colder. Underneath you, you feel Colt’s breath hitch and pick up the pace. You put your hands on his amble chest and find his coat zipper and tug it down. His fingers twitch, but they don’t make any move to stop you. You push his shirt up over his pectorals, all the way to his neck. You don’t touch his bare skin with your fingers. His hands find the hem of your shirt and together you draw it up to your collarbone. Both of you are bared in the truck cabin. 

The man leaves you holding your shirt in place while his hands move to your back. He guides you into laying down on top of him. Your friend sucks in a breath and exhales slowly as inch by inch you make contact. Your bare skin colliding is sinfully warm. 

You sigh into his neck, resisting the urge to press a kiss against it even as the stubble of his jaw grazes your face. He pulls his jacket up and over you as much as he can. His hold on you is tight, comforting. The direct contact of his body provides much more heat than between the layers. You’re not as cold as you were before. 

“Heck of a holiday season, huh?” You mumble, already beginning to drift off.

Colt hums in agreement. Before you slip entirely under into the oblivion of sleep, you swear you feel a kiss pressed to your forehead and a low “Sweet dreams.” that rumbles against your chest.

[leeveit21]

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[adorejungkook]

Baby got Back!!

CHAPTER 4

chapter. 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

Synopsis; Jeon Jungkook has the fattest fucking crush on you meanwhile Jimin and Taehyung don’t find you too hard to look at either. Now Jungkook has to find a way to confess his feelings, maybe even show you, before the other two find their way into your pants during your “staycation”. 

Warnings; series, SMUT HELLO, pining, big dick!jk, male masturbation, jungkook thinks about smutting you, but it's just solo action today, seokjin is a dick sorry lol

wordcount: 1.2k, a little bit longer than usual yayyy

“Am I tripping,”, You muttered in confusion, waiting by the trunk for Jungkook to pick up the last two bags, “, or does this not look like our Airbnb?”

“Uhh, It’s a little smaller but I think I see the pool back there,” He said with a grunt as he flung his duffel bag over his shoulder, “Can I take your bag?”

“No, you took literally all of them so far,”

Yeah, Jungkook took them so you’d see how strong, manly and chivalrous he is!! He knew you were perfectly capable of taking a few bags, but how else was he supposed to show you he was boyfriend material? Maybe he’d have to break and then fix one of these sinks….after a workout with his shirt off?

He just pouted to himself as you both walked into the house, only to be met with your two incredibly angry friends staring down at Jimin’s phone.

“Jim, what the fuck is this house?” Jimin spat, turning on the speaker so the four of you could hear.

“My name is Jin, sir,” The voice rang out a bit distantly as if he wasn’t standing near his phone. He sounded completely uninterested.

“I don’t care, man. You said there were three bedrooms and we only have two!” 

“Oh yeah!” The man on the line cackled, sounding closer than before, “Not gonna lie to you, I was counting the basement as a bedroom. I had it looking super nice down there.”

“There’s a bunch of old arcade games down there though,” Taehyung pointed out, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, I needed the storage space. You guys will be alright!” The owner said and then promptly hung up the phone.

Jungkook’s first instinct was to worry about you. The purpose of getting three rooms was so that you and Jimin would have your own rooms, considering they all wanted you to be comfortable (and that Jimin had paid for this place). Now, with only two bedrooms something had to change.

“Fuck that guy. Jimin, we can share a room right?” Taehyung sighed, looking at his older friend who only nodded as he rubbed his hands over his face in response. 

“I guess that makes us roomies, huh?” You asked, looking over at Jungkook. You still sound a little bewildered by the scene that just took place.

You and Jungkook…roomies? As in, you and Jungkook sharing the same bed in said room?!

 He was sure you were trying to kill him now.

“No!” He exclaimed before clearing his throat and trying again, “Uh, no. I’ll sleep on the couch, it’s okay,” he said, hoping to convince you with his toothy grin.

“Jungkook.”

Welp, Jungkook lost. 

Next thing he knew, he was walking right behind you into the other bedroom, with his bags in hand. 

“The bed is kind of small, that Jin guy is lucky I didn’t book this place,” You said with a scowl, wiping down the dressers so you could both put your things away. 

You were right, Jungkook was sure this bed had to be smaller than a normal full-sized one.

Not only would this force him to be closer to you than ever, but Jungkook also happened to be very passionate about comfortable mattresses. He had one for each bedroom in his own home, not that he told most people that. Overall, this wasn’t the ideal situation. 

“At least there’s a bathroom in here, that’s nice,” Jungkook mumbled, folding his mass of grey sweatpants – yes, he brought underwear,– as he watch you rummage through your bag in search of something.

 Seeing your face scrunched up with genuine distaste was something new to Jungkook, he always tries his best to make you happy so he’d never have the opportunity to, and even though you looked so utterly pissed off, he could only think about how soft your lips looked between your teeth.

“Do you mind if I use it first? A bath sounds really nice right now,”

“Of course not! Go ahead,”

He watched you flutter your way into the bathroom, eyes somewhere lower than they should’ve been. He waits a minute after you turn the water on, listening to the sound of the bath filling, and hears it slosh around you when you sit. 

Jungkook contemplates whether or not he should go talk to Taehyung about switching rooms, not trusting Jimin or himself to be alone with you like this. His feet work faster than his mind as he finds himself being carried toward the door and quietly pushing it closed. 

His breath is labored now as he palms the strain in his jeans. He looks over at the bathroom door one more time before he rolls his head back and lets out a whine. Unbuttoning his jeans just enough to reach into his boxers and pull out his cock. He runs his hand over the tip, red and dribbling with precum. 

Jungkook moves to walk over towards the bathroom door, just hoping to hear you, to feel your presence before stopping in his tracks. He slicks his hand up and down his shaft, heavy in his palm before squeezing at his base. 

He takes a deep breath. 

“Calm down, calm down,” He whispers to himself, sitting on the edge of your bed. His eyes are half-lidded and his mouth feels incredibly dry, but all he can think about is you.

He starts on his shaft again, at a much calmer, almost lazy pace. The feeling is almost suffocating combined with his thoughts of you. 

What were you doing right now? Were you thinking of Jungkook? 

Please be thinking of him. 

He wanted you to be just as bothered as him right now. He imagined you with your leg perched up over the tub, a hand between your silky thighs. He squeezed his eyes shut, he swore he could perfectly see your face, eyes blown out with your mouth fallen open, sweet little moans spilling out. 

His breath hitched at the thought, hand tightening as he started to buck his hips into his palm. He couldn’t control himself anymore. He wanted you so bad, he needed you. 

You were his, you had to be his.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He moaned, falling back onto the bed before he released himself from his grasp. Spurts of cum erupted from his tip, shooting onto his abs and chest with its last two twitches. 

Holy Shit.  

He tried to catch his breath as he looked around the room, trying to regain a grasp of his surroundings when his eyes landed on something directly beside his torso.

It was pink and white- wait, it was actually just pink? There was something on top of it though, what is tha-

 

His brain stops, having no way to possibly understand what he’s holding in his hand right now. 

He knows he doesn’t understand what he's looking at, because there is no way he has a pair of your panties, that belong to your perfect ass,  in his hand with his fucking jizz smeared onto them!!!

His eyes shoot toward the bedroom door when he hears a knock come from the other side, then back at your panties, the nut on his stomach, and this very incriminating situation he’s caused for himself.

Jungkook was absolutely fucked.

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[simlinnbuilds]

237 Key Point

This spacious Airbnb is the perfect getaway. It is located on a 40x30 residential lot and can easily be converted into a rental. Your sim can soak up the sun, go jetskiing, or enjoy some of the bnb's relaxing and fun amenities. This space features two bedrooms, two bathrooms, an open living, dining, kitchen, and study space. There are both laundry and stocked storage rooms. Everything flows freely and openly. Enjoy the outdoor deck complete with grill, grill table, sunbathing, and even a place to enjoy tea. This space is best enjoyed in Sulani. It is a perfect vacation spot. 

Price: $235,884

» Two bedrooms

» Two bathrooms

» Adjoined kitchen and dining space

» Open living room

» Comfortable and open study space

» Outdoor deck

» Firepit 

» Separate Laundy Room

» Fully stocked supply room

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[n30nd3m0n]

So sorry for being MIA for so long everyone.

Long story short I was living with my parents for a while due to money being tight, they then kicked me out after an argument, I quit my job before this due to it taking me over 3 hours every day of travelling. My car is falling apart.

I'm safe now i managed to find a place after staying at an Airbnb for a couple of weeks getting into a lot of debt in the process. Some of my stuff is still at my parents house and I haven't been in contact with them since they told me to leave, I managed to get most of my stuff into storage but there's a few random things left I need to go get.

[onlineproblems]

whiny ventpost

broooo i am. how you say stressin.

my meds got denied again. the GENERIC costs $26,000 for a months supply. the alternative drug makes me dizzy and lightheaded and nauseated. i have to write an appeal letter and call the insurance company.

meanwhile we have three weeks to get our shit packed, put in storage, book an airbnb, clean our apartment, and find + buy a house.

the election is next month, and so is my birthday, and so is my brother's heart surgery. my mom is getting remarried in a week or so and my dad is spiralling into depression and texting me lyrics to sad christian songs. and i keep dreaming my brother died.

this is our busiest month at work and the department head expects us to work after hours on events -- which i will not be doing -- but that means i have to get everything done in advance during my normal hours. and this is a nonprofit so my take home salary after taxes and deductions doesn't even cover rent.

i mean it doesn't really matter because M just got promoted to senior so we'll be fine financially, it's a psychological/control thing. which makes me feel so bratty lol.

ANYWAY. M has been taking a meditation class and he was telling me i would feel less stress if i meditated and i was pissy because i didn't sleep well and i didn't want to hear the "yoga will cure your chronic illness" speech. which isn't what it was, but i was not in a mindset to hear it regardless. he's usually more anxious than me so i was like Shut. 🤏 i know all these things you fool. i have had years of therapy. but then we said i love you because life is short.

fuck, man. i just need a day to sleep.

[slutforgluttony]

What angle do you guys like the most..? 👀

Also, sorry for being MIA and kinda on haitus.. between all that's been going on in my life, it's been very hard to balance everything when my plate has been so full... so I've been focusing on my other content creation jobs and apologize for putting you guys on the back burner 🙏🏻

Its been rough paying all my bills, like my airbnb rent and storage unit rent, I've been having difficulties keeping up with them and has even resulting in me not feeding myself properly or having money for groceries or food.. 🫠

So it's hard to create content for this, specifically when it requires food, and I haven't been able to afford that by myself 🥲 which is why I've been forced to focus what little energy I have towards my other two incomes to make ends meet

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

Awww, this 1926 home in Hot Springs, AR is so cute and it's just been reduced $7k to only $163K. 3bds, 2ba.

No wreath needed, it's already painted on the door.

Cute living room. Very cozy.

I think that I would try to strip the paint off that fireplace and ditch the heater.

Archway open to the dining room.

Very spacious dining room. You could get a larger table and turn it sideways.

The kitchen's compact but has ample storage. I would have to get a dishwasher and an exhaust hood. Where's the fridge at? I guess there's room for one next to the stove.

Very large room. I wonder if it's supposed to be a bedroom. I ask b/c of the window on the right.

Bedroom #2. Looks like they've been using it as an Airbnb?

Bd. #3.

Always need a washer & dryer area.

Cute vintage bath #1 has pretty modern tile.

Bath #2 looks like a half bath.

The 4,791 sq. ft. lot has potential. I would fence it in, first.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/231-Oak-St-Hot-Springs-AR-71901/209866025_zpid/?