#and an island are some of the features of this spacious

[girls-idols]

Pantry - Traditional Kitchen

[prisimic]

Kitchen Pantry (Jacksonville)

[rafeandonlyrafe]

drummer in a band

words: 2k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, male receiving oral, tour bus sex, brief mention of rafe being okay with cheating??, famous!rafe, drummer!rafe, fan!reader, very brief mention of rafes mom dying

rafes mother was the one who pushed him into it. a way to get out of his anger. it was the last thing she asked of him before she died, and as much as rafe struggles to admit it now, the only reason he never gave it up was for her.

he looks out into the crowd in a brief break between songs, listening to the main singer, tyler, who has slowly become a friend, address the sea of people.

it's the biggest venue they've ever played. rafe never thought he'd be in front of thousands of people coming from his small island, let alone playing the drums they're all dancing along to.

the earpiece turned to max volume announces and then counts down to the next song. rafe falls into easy rhythm, having practiced this song a million times. the last one of their set, the hit everyone is waiting for.

rafe doesn't feel the passion for performance like his other band members, but the money is something he can never say no to.

rafe gives the crowd a wave as he heads off stage alongside his band mates, noting the excited cheer of fans at the front of the crowd, so intrigued by the mysterious rafe.

“hey, some of my sisters friends wanna meet you.” tyler says, tugging rafe towards the open backstage area rather than escaping out the door to his tour bus like he always does.

“fine.” rafe grumbles, wiping the sweat from his forehead, just wanting to get back and get in the shower. his biceps are sore from drumming and he has no interest in talking to random girls.

no interest until he sees you.

rafe ignores the other girls all fawning over him and his band mates and steps right up to you.

“hi.” you say quietly, a shy smile creeping onto your face. “im y/n.”

“im rafe.” he says, eyes swirling all over your face, taking in your features.

“i know.” you laugh softly, and rafe loves the sound so much he wants to hear what other sounds you can make. “im a fan. i like that keeping secrets song.”

rafe smirks. keeping secrets is the song with the longest drum solo, and probably the closest to the style of music he likes to make most. “thanks, y/n.”

“don't feel like you have to stay and talk to me.” you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “you're probably sick of meeting random people and want to go back to your bus.”

“nah, i don't mind when they are as pretty as you.” rafe says, before glancing around the room, noticing no one is really paying attention to either of you. “but if you'd like to go back to the tour bus with me…”

you're nodding quickly, allowing rafe to place a hand on your upper back as he leads you through hallways and doors until you get outside. rafe peeks out first, noticing a gaggle of girls on the other side of the fence.

“you don't mind if pictures are taken of us?” rafe asks. he doesn't care if anything hurts his reputation, but he doesn't want to put you in a bad spot.

“as long as you don't.” you shrug. “i don't have a boyfriend.”

“good.” rafe realizes that he didn't even ask, or really care. if you did have a boyfriend he would have just snuck you out a different way.

rafe pushes open the door, not bothering to hide his intentions as he wraps an arm around your waist as you make the short walk to the tour bus.

“this one is just mine.” rafe says. “it was a requirement when tyler wanted me to your with them. i wasn't about to travel around the country packed in with them.”

“it's nicer than i expected.” you admit, looking around the surprisingly spacious living area.

“the bedrooms in the back.” rafe points.

“oh, trying to rush to get me in your bed?” you turn to look at rafe.

“im just trying to give you the full tour.” he says, but you're already walking backwards down the aisle, a smirk on your face.

rafe is quick to follow, glad he picked up all the dirty laundry before the concert. he shuts the bedroom door behind you even though no one should be entering his bus for a while.

“kiss me.” you tell rafe, gripping your hands onto his collar.

rafe ducks his head, his mouth covering yours. he wraps his arms around your middle, tugging you in close, feeling the way your bodies mould together just as your lips do, sharing dominance back and forth.

rafes hand drops to your bum, giving it a squeeze and using your mouth opening in a moan as an opportunity to thrust his tongue forward, licking and pressing against your own tongue.

rafe tips you backwards and you allow it, falling back onto the bed.

your eyes follow rafes every movement closely, the way he pulls his shirt off and tosses it away, revealing his chiseled torso. you could already tell how strong he was from his arms during drumming, but his physique is even more impressive when he's shirtless.

“like what you see?” rafe asks with a smirk. you blink your eyes to get out of the trance he's put you in enough to take your own shirt off.

“i don't know, do you like what you see?” you ask as rafe crawls onto the bed, his hands gripping over your tits, covered only by a leopard print bra.

“fuck yeah i do.” rafe answers, reaching behind your back to undo the clasp before pulling the bra away, flinging it to the other side of the room as his palms cover your chest again, thumbs finding your nipples and swirling around them until they're hard peaks.

rafe surges forward to kiss you when you let out a moan, unable to keep his lips away from you when you sound so good, fingers continuing to toy with your nipples as his hips slot between your legs, pressing his hard length against your core.

you take it as a cue to move against him, grinding your hips upward, annoyed at the barriers separating you but glad that they'll be gone soon.

“need you naked right now.” rafe pulls away, clearly having the same thoughts you are.

“and i need your cock in my mouth.” you confirm, both sliding off the bed to undress in a rush, hands gliding over the revealed parts of each other's bodies.

you sink to your knees the moment rafe pushes his underwear down, coming eye to eye with his cock, hard and standing away from his body.

“god.” rafe groans, head tipping back as your lips wrap around the head of his cock, giving it a gentle suck. his hands find a place on the back of your head, guiding you down.

rafes cock is large and pushing on your throat but you're unwilling to back down. you breathe through your nose until you're able to relax and take him all the way down.

“shit!” rafe moans out as you begin to drag your lips up and down his length, starting slowly but quickly picking up speed.

rafes hands help guide you, the taste of his skin filling your mouth, not even minding that he just performed a show. the slight tinge of sweat just makes everything better as you breathe in deeply through your nose and flick your tongue against the head of his cock.

despite rafes hands pushing you up and down, he can't control himself, hips slowly rocking back and forth to fuck himself deeper into your mouth.

you have tears in your eyes but don't stop yourself from looking up at rafe, watching his mouth drop in a moan as you make eye contact.

rafe pulls your mouth off of him, smearing the head of his cock over your lips as your tongue darts out to continue tasting him.

“on the bed.” rafe gives your hair a tug upwards. while you want to taste what it's like to have rafe cum down your throat, you need to have him inside of you.

you climb onto the mattress, staying on your hands and knees as you turn to look at rafe with a slight smirk on your face. “you don't have to wear a condom if you don't want. im on birth control.”

“yeah?” rafe says, the mattress dipping as he moves to kneel behind you. “and i can trust ya? not gonna baby trap me?”

“you're not that famous.” you roll your eyes with a smile on your face, making sure rafe knows you're just joking.

rafe laughs, hands squeezing your hips as he angles them upward, your arms bending to display yourself even more for rafe.

“that's it, baby.” rafe takes hold of the base of his cock, running it through your folds, feeling how wet you are.

“come on.” you wiggle your hips, ass shaking. “fuck me already.”

rafe lines himself up with your entrance, hips suddenly pushing forward to sink into your cunt. the sudden thrust and overwhelming pleasure has you falling forward onto your elbows.

“jesus, you're so-” rafe let's out a curse. “so fucking tight.”

you purposely clench your pussy tighter, feeling the way his cock pushes against your walls.

rafe gives you the shortest moment to adjust before he begins fucking into you, thrusting hard as the sound of skin slapping spreads around the tour bus.

“s-shit!” you squeal out, body rocking back and forth with the force of rafe pumping into you.

his hands squeeze your hips, fingers pressing into your flesh as his cock fills you over and over again.

you wonder briefly what your friends are doing, whether they're still talking to rafes other band mates or if the members had gone back to the other tour bus.

you aren't sure if they're aware where you are, but you don't really care in the moment as rafes thrusts speed up, a steady beat showing off his skills as a drummer to keep tempo.

one of rafes hand glides up your back to grip your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail with his fist as he tugs your head back, causing an even louder moan to fall from your lips.

“you like that don't you dirty girl?” rafe chuckles as your moans just increase the more your face gets tipped up towards the ceiling.

“god yes!” you squeal. “don't stop.”

rafe has no plans on stopping the rhythmic motion of his hips, grinding every couple thrusts to touch against the spot that has your body shivering uncontrollably, pleasure so good your mouth just hangs open, unable to even make noise.

“you gonna cum for me?” rafe questions, pounding harder knowing that he can't last much longer.

“fffff-” you get out before moaning and attempting again. “fuck yeah.”

rafe drops your hair, hand moving to wrap around your waist and rub over your clit. the quick motion is all it takes for you to cum, body shaking as you fall onto your face, pleasure coursing through your body causing you to scream out.

rafe groans at your tightness clenching tight around him, and with a few more punishing thrusts, he's spilling inside of you with a moan and filling you up.

rafe grinds his hips as you both come down from your highs until he flops down on the mattress next to you. you straighten out so your ass isn't in the air, but can't even manage to turn to your back.

“that was good.” you giggle. “im glad you weren't too tired from your show.”

“speaking of shows, you gonna come to the one on friday?” rafe asks.

“it's like an hour away right?” you hum, turning your head to look at rafe, giving him a smile that makes his heart beat a little faster. 

“yeah. you can catch a ride on the tour bus.” rafe offers. “just can't mess around before the show and use up all my energy fucking you.”

“but you'll definitely save your energy for after?”

“for you?” rafe reaches over and pulls you tight to his chest. “hell yeah.”

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This is different. A flipper, proud of his work, posted some before & after photos of this 1925 house, in Greenfield, IN, on the listing. 3bds, 4ba, 3,504 sq ft, $769,900. Let us compare:

Well, it's been clearly reno'd before, so we don't know what it looked like originally. I do like that he switched it out and put the living room as the first room you enter thru the front door. But, I did like the archway, b/c it must've been an original architectural feature. Looks like the previous owners cut the other wall, so it doesn' t match, though.

The old kitchen was a hodgepodge of cabinetry.

The new kitchen is larger with a black & white motif. Gee, he put awfully large tiles on the backsplash, though. And, it looks like he splurged on the granite for the island, but went cheaper on the counters.

He gave it a nice new pantry and there's a laundry room, too.

New half bath. It's pretty roomy and needs some nice decor.

This is nice- a backdoor drop zone.

So, this must be the hall to the bedroom on the ground floor. Nice railings.

Spacious primary bedroom has sliders to the patio.

En-suite and closet.

Oh, upstairs is an attic type space.

It's nice to have a finished attic.

And, it also has a large bedroom and en-suite. Very nice private space up here. I like the black fixtures.

It's huge up here. Room for a couple more bedrooms.

Then downstairs there's a very large finished area, too. They've got some cabinetry with a wine cooler.

A space that can be used for a home gym.

Very nice shower room.

All of this looks new.

The laundry room is upstairs, so this must be a dog bath, plus a fridge and some cabinetry. Could be a nice workshop area.

Then, outside he redid the outbuildings.

Cute. It still looks like a little old barn.

Nice little shed.

3.04 acre lot. Looks like the largest plot of land in the neighborhood.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/148-N-200-W-Greenfield-IN-46140/217865149_zpid/

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Santorini Serenity

pairing: Jacaerys x aunt reader

summary: The Targaryen and Valeryon family went on a vacation, how will it go?

Word count: 3,3K

Warnings: groping, smut, Fingering, Handjob, Dry humping

The azure waters of the Aegean Sea shimmered under the midday sun as the Velaryon family disembarked from their private yacht onto the picturesque island of Santorini. It was a rare occasion for the family to come together for a trip, and Jacaerys Velaryon, with his striking Valyrian features, stood at the center of it all. His aunt, Daelys, watched him from a distance, feeling a mix of pride and curiosity.

As the family settled into their luxurious villa overlooking the caldera, it became apparent that some rooms needed to be shared. Jacaerys, a man of grace and charm even in modern times, found himself assigned to the same room as Daelys. Their eyes met, and they exchanged polite smiles, though they hadn’t spent much time together before this trip.

The room was adorned with minimalist Greek decor, with white walls, splashes of cobalt blue, and large windows that framed the breathtaking view of the sea. It was spacious but cozy, with a sense of tranquility that contrasted with the hustle and bustle of their daily lives.

Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, Jacaerys and Daelys sat on the room’s balcony, sipping on glasses of local wine. The gentle sound of waves lapping against the cliffs below created a soothing background.

Jacaerys broke the silence, his voice carrying a trace of his Valyrian accent. “It’s quite something, isn’t it? This view.”

Daelys nodded, her gaze fixed on the horizon. “Absolutely. I’ve seen many places, but Santorini is unlike any other.”

As the evening deepened, conversation flowed effortlessly between them. They talked about their lives, their dreams, and shared anecdotes about their family. Jacaerys revealed a more relaxed side, free from the responsibilities that usually weighed on him. Daelys listened intently, appreciating the chance to get to know her nephew better.

As the moon cast its silvery glow upon them, Jacaerys looked at Daelys, his eyes reflecting the lunar light. “You know, I’ve never had a chance to spend time with family like this. It’s been…unexpectedly wonderful.”

Daelys smiled warmly. “I agree. Sometimes, it takes a change of scenery to bring people closer together.”

Their hands brushed lightly as they reached for the last pieces of baklava on a shared plate, sending a subtle jolt of electricity between them. It was a moment of unspoken understanding, and the connection between aunt and nephew deepened under the Grecian stars.

After finishing their wine and savoring the last moments on the balcony, Daelys and Jacaerys exchanged sleepy smiles. The Mediterranean breeze carried the scent of the sea, lulling them into a sense of tranquility. They bid each other goodnight and retreated to their separate beds.

The room was cast in a soft, ambient glow from the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Daelys slipped under the crisp, cool sheets of her bed, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. She couldn’t help but think about the day’s conversations and how she was getting to know her nephew in a way she never had before.

Jacaerys settled into his own bed, his thoughts filled with the enchanting beauty of Santorini and the unexpected connection he had formed with Daelys. He stared up at the ceiling, pondering the complexities of family dynamics and the mysteries that had yet to be uncovered during their trip.

Daelys shifted in her bed feeling a little uncomfortable, she always found it hard to sleep at least the first night after changing her sleeping arrangements, she is the type that got used and adapt fast but the first night was always the hardest.

Jace on the other hand could not for the life of him understand why he couldn't just bring his bed on vacations, he can never adapt no matter what. Hearing Daelys shift gave him some hope that she too was awake and may keep him some company. He turned on his side to look at her, the sight of her made him suck in a breath.

She had one of her legs out of the blanket, something that was globally famous for keeping someone cool but not too cool like it would if they removed the blanket entirely. She was still in her shoty satin shorts and matching tanktop. She was facing away from him giving him a full view of the rilling up short showing the bottom half of her behind.

Jace could feel himself growing hard under his shorts. He knew his was wrong, Daelys was his aunt for god's sake, he cannot think of her this way. He gulped when she shifted yet again trying to get comfortable, popping her behind even more.

"Daelys" He hissed unconsciously. She tensed up for a second before relaxing again as if she forgot that he was in the room with her.

"Hmm" Was her answer. She didn't want to speak up feeling that if she did she would ruin the incoming cloud of sleepiness she's been chasing for a while now.

"C-can I join you in bed?" Jace asked. He felt like an idiot when she didn't give an answer for a second.

"What for? Are you afraid of the dark, Jacey?" She teased. Her voice sounding almost hoarse, a sound between sleepy and awake. Jace gulped, she just sounded so freaking hot. The waves from her voice went straight down to his cock.

"No, I just- nevermind" Jace feeling ashamed moved to turn his back to her like she has done this entire time.

"Come here" She scoffed. Jace sat up faster than lightning shocked. He found her twisted awkwardly to look at him. She patted the space by her side where there was barely space for him to fit, the beds were tiny after all.

"You sure?" Jace asked. He was already peeling off the very thin blanket. His bare feet touched the tile floor feeling them to be a little cool which sent a shiver of relief through his body. He hoped she could not see the bulge forming in his shorts.

"Just come here" She demanded annoyed. She turned to face the wall again. Jace scrambled to lay behind her on his side so he wouldn't fall off the bed.

She threw a small section of the blanket over his stomach but not enough to cover his legs at all. Her leg was still out of the blanket for some kind of temperature balance. She shifted a little again to get comfortable only for her behind to brush against his very obvious hard on.

Jace froze and waited for her reaction, she did not react for a couple of minutes giving Jace false hope that she did not feel it. Daelys unknown to Jace smirked behind her hand before shifting again rubbing her behind against his cock.

"Stop moving" he begged, almost whining. She ignored him and moved more again. This time she did not try to hide the fact that she wanted to feel him. Jace tried to move away but there was no space.

"Maybe I should move back-" Jace wasn't able to finish his sentence before she twisted around to face him. His eyes widened when her lag snapped out of the blanket and wrapped around his waist. Now the blanket was pushed to behind her and in front of the wall instead.

"Why are you running away, Jacey?" Daelys pouted. She used the leg around his waist to pull him closer. Jace gulped feeling her heat against his groin. She was warm, he didn't know if she was truly warm feeling no skin.

"I-I I am n-not running away! Jace explained. She smirked, she moved her hips rubbing against him. This time with the closer contact it earned a moan from him.

"Stop it, you are my aunt" Jacaerys hissed angrily. One of her hands moved up to grab his hair and pulled his head back to expose his neck to her. She moved closer to his neck and kissed his neck, light pecks but they resulted in goosebumps all over his skin.

"Daelys" Jace moaned, she continued the movement of her hips. "Stop" He begged, almost sounding like he was crying. His cock has never been this hard before in his life.

"Jacey" Daelys moaned, against his throat. Jace wrapped an arm around her waist with the full intention of pushing her away only for his body to betray him and pull her in instead.

"I can't put it in" Jace groaned. He pulled his hair out of her hand and looked down at her. Daelys pouted but nodded her head anyways.

He smirked slightly gaining back some control. His hand moved from her waist back to her back feeling her spine up to her neck and back down, touching each and every vertebrae on her back. She shivered in his arms quickening the movement of her hips.

"Jace" She whispered, breathless, she was feeling the effect of her rubbing in her lower parts. She was getting wet, she was more than wet at this point.

"Shh" Jace was quick to shush her. His hand reached the hem of her shorts and slid inside. He did not pull them down instead opted to moves his hand over the flesh of her ass under the silk.

"No undies? Dirty auntie" Jace giggled in her ear. She smirked and bit his neck, Jace groaned at the feeling. "No marks" He warned. She nodded and let go of his skin and licked over it to soothe the skin there.

Jace's hand wandered over her smooth skin, grabbing a handful of her ass. Daelys moaned at the tight grip and rocked her hips with difficulty as he held the flesh preventing any movement.

"Jace, please" She pleaded. Jace shushed her again and moved his hand between the ass cheeks.

He continued wandering until he founded her sopping hole. She gasped at the feeling of his fingers touching her for the first time ever. Her nephew was running his fingers up and down her slit, a thought that has never occured to her let alone for her to live through it.

Jace felt bravery surge into him and he pushed a finger inside. She shivered at the prodding. So he pushed a second finger inside, she was no virgin he knew. He knew from all the guys she brought home. All the guys he watched her make out with. One will never leave his mind though, Artor Clegane, a man, not a boy, but a man who was like 6'2 feet tall she reached his below his shoulder, he played american football and he once heard them having sex. He knows that Artor must have hurt her, no way a man his size and a girl her size could have painless sex, but she always had a stupid smile on her face when she was with him until he of course cheated.

"Fuck" She whined, with Jace no longer holding her flesh she was able to move her hips again. hey created a rhythm of movement. His finger moved in and out curling inside of her in search of that soft spot that made her head go blank, in the process getting her wet.

"Good" She giggled. A gasp tore through her lips when he finally found that spot, hidden inside of her velvet walls. The second he touched it her movement grew more desperate, the bed was beginning to move at this point.

"Is that it, auntie?" Jace teased, curling his fingers again to touch that spot. She let out a loud cry at the feeling. His free hand snapped up to cover her mouth. He added a third finger, he could probably push his entire hand inside and she wouldn't complain.

"Fuck...yes yes yes" She cried against his palm. Jace pulled his hand out of her earning a moan of disappointment from her. He pushed her to lay on her back instead.

He moved between her legs and pulled her shorts down harshly, probably ripping at least a small piece of them. He did not waist another second to push his finger back inside of her. This time her hole was low on the bed, so he wrapped his free arm under her to pull her hips to the level of his own. He started rocking again, imagining that his fingers was his cock inside of her instead.

"mmmgods" Her thighs tensed up. The inside of her thighs was fully coated in her slick, if someone saw it they would think she had pissed herself.

"Such a whore" Jacaerys smirked. He found it funny how she thought she was the one in control minutes ago when she rubbed herself against him. He was merely being a gentleman like his mother taught him, she made him snap, not many could do that, in fact only one woman can do that, Sara Snow.

"yes, whore, y-your whore" She threw her head back feeling her orgasm closing in on her. Jacaerys quickened his pace wanting feel her cum on his fingers, the only thing he can push inside of her, maybe he push his tongue too someday but never his cock, he wished he could push his cock inside of. If only she wasn't his aunt.

"Cumming" She warned. Her hand snapped up to the headboard to brace herself. She was sure that the people in the room beside theirs could at least hear the banging against the wall, she hoped it's not someone they knew, she couldn't remember who was near their room and who wasn't. Was it Rhaenyra and Laenor? Were they in the room beside them? Was it Lucaerys and Joffery? she hoped no, Luce maybe an adult but Joffery was nowhere near there.

"Fuck me" She cried, her back arching as her whole body spasmed. The orgasm ran from the roots of her hair down to the very edge of her toes. Thighs shaking, arms shaking, whole body was shaking. Jace smirked watching her cum on his fingers, sensing her walls beginning to get too tight around his fingers he pulled them out not wanting to hurt her. He slowly set her hips down on the bed. Watching her blissed out face, eyes rolled back into the back of her head, as she laid on the pillow.

"Fucking hell" She whispered. Slowly gaining consciousness again, she truly felt like she lost her consciousness for a second.

"Was that good?" Jace asked. His palms running up her thighs to her mound rubbing her clit, her body jerked back but welcomed the touch as it soothed her. The buzz of the orgasm she just had did not have time to shimmer away before coming back.

"Oh fuck, very good" She whined. Her body moving between jerking away from his touch to chasing it. It was like her body had a mind of it's own, one second it was too sensitive for his touch, the second it chased his touch growing hungry for it in a second.

"Good good? or just good?" Jace smirked, moving his thumb faster. Her back arched off the bed, thighs beginning to tremble again. She hadn't come down fully from her orgasm yet and he was building a new one out of her.

"Good good" She cried. Her body went into a full shock as his thumb swiped with a new pressure. Her eyes were getting wet and tears soon were falling down her face. She wanted more, needed more.

She sat up, and held his hand in place between her legs. Jace smirked down at her moving his thumb, not needing her to tell him to know she was close already. "Don't you dare stop" She threatened. She looked ridiculous, glaring at him with tears running down her cheeks. Mouth falling open with pleasure, eyes fighting hard to keep open.

"Shit yes" She fell back on the bed as her orgasm crashed through her. Jace pulled his thumb away when she began jerking away from his touch fully. He even seized touching her all together not wanting to overwhelm her.

She opened her eyes slowly and watched him. He was watching her closely, watching her reactions. Watching to see if she was alright and that alone made her want to jump his bones but she can't he was her nephew. Her eyes trailed down to his shorts, a tent was obvious where his cock was, a little of her slick had gotten on it as well.

"Lay down" She ordered patting beside her. She moved onto her side, with a little difficulty finding herself exhausted from the mind blowing orgasms he gave her.

Jace obeyed her ordered. He watched her as she moved to push down his shorts and boxers just enough to pull out his cock. Her hand wrapped around his girth feeling his weight in her hand for the first time, he saw the surprise on her face at his size and it feuled his ego.

"Rub it" He hissed, growing impatient. Daelys did not need to be told twice. She began moving her hand up and down slowly at first, wanting him to get used to her touch.

Jacaerys gulped at the feeling of her soft hand moving up and down his shaft. Something he alone did, he never was brave enough to ask a partner to give him a handjob. Even Sara Snow. Yes she did give him the occasional blowjob now and then but it was like she was challenging herself with his length she tried to fit him in her mouth barely any use of her hands.

"Shit" He clenched his thighs together when she moved to use her other hand as well. She cupped his balls, having to pinch his thighs to get him to open them again to give her access to them. They were heavy and big, filled with cum for her.

She smirked as she gained more speed in her movement. Jace slapped a hand on his mouth to muffle his sounds. He whined and cried with each touch. She moved her thumb, swiping it over the small slit on the reddened top of his cock.

He was beautiful, big with heavy balls, with a singular vein on the left side of his cock. She admired his cock, one of the biggest she had seen, she wished that she could have it inside of her but that was not possible, she was his aunt, they cannot have sex, or penetration at least.

"I'm gonna cum" He cried, or more like whisper-shouted after a couple of minutes. At least he didn't last two minutes like most men. She knew he would be able to pull at least two orgasms from her with his stamina, if only she could put it inside.

"Cum, Jacey" She whispered into his ear. A moan like sound left her throat and straight into his ear. His mouth fell open and his eyes closed. She watched as white pearly drops sprouted out of his tip. His cum was all over his stomach, up to his abs.

He cried from overstimulation as she resumed her movement earning a couple more drops, his cock twitching in her palm. She let him go eyes wide, and curious. He was barely able to open his eyes only to find her on her belly near his with her tongue out.

"Shit" He cursed when her tongue touched his stomach, collecting his spend and tasting it. Her eyes raised to look at him with a smirk.

"Salty" She joked scrunching her nose. Jace slapped both of his hands on his face to stop himself from laughing, his aunt found it in herself to joke when they were in this situation.

"Fucking hell" He moved his hands away from his face when she dropped beside him on the bed again. He couldn't even look at her. Lucaerys and Joffery were in the room beside their, did they hear? How is he supposed to face either of them ever again?

[simmervlogs]

Hello Simmers, open the doors to a Brownstone home for your sims in San Myshuno.

The ultimate Brooklyn brownstone dream comes to life in this gut-renovated two townhomes nestled on one of the prettiest tree-lined streets in the heart of San Myshuno. With a stunning owner's triplex and separate outdoor-level apartment, Greenwich Avenue townhomes represents an incredible opportunity as a primary residence, or a live-and-rent investment property.

The parlor floor is a grand entrance living room, and kitchen with original restored banisters and a gas fireplace complete with oak chevron flooring. The kitchen boasts an eat-in island, Calcutta Ultra Gold quartz countertop, and Bertazonni appliance package. Through the entrance, the outdoor patio and pool await you with the waterfront views.

The second floor includes a spacious dinning and bar which opens to the second level balcony with a outdoor kitchen for living space. Just down the hallway awaits an office bathed in natural sunlight, offering a bright and inviting workspace.

Upstairs in the owner's triplex is a king-size primary bedroom with an luxurious bathroom that features a deep soaking tub and walk-in showers. This level also includes a separate space for the wardrobes and extra space for storage.

These homes boasts stylish finishes, a rich historical charm, and an unbeatable location, making it the ideal candidate to fulfill your vision of a dream residence.

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Greenridge ABO Series

Greenridge Aesthetic/Pics of Inspo

I'm a very visual person in case you couldn't tell...🙈 so I thought I would add some pictures to help you see what I envisioned for the Greenridge pack house! I've started showing more of the house so now you can get an idea of how it looks. Hope you like!

Obviously the pics aren't exact but I found as best I could. Thanks to Pinterest and the AI feature on Canvas!!

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As you've seen before, the back of the house. 3 Stories, walk out basement leads to the backyard and full property. Basement level includes med room, living space with a bar, a guest bedroom and bath, and an exercise room. Main level has a Chan's room, kitchen, dining, living room, Chan's office. Upstairs is the rest of the bedrooms. Massive house lol

Basement living area and bar space. Doors lead out to backyard. Behind the camera view is the stair case and other rooms.

Med Room and Exercise room in the basement.

Living Room. Fireplace like so - framed by windows. Just add a flatscreen above the mantle. Couch like this facing the fireplace, back to the kitchen.

Kitchen. Let's mix the two pics. The kitchen is white with the wood ceiling, bright with a big window and has a large island. But like the right pic, the barstools are on the outer side of the island, and it faces the living room like so. And the dining table is on the side of windows, facing the view.

BEDROOMS! This was really fun!

*These are all my opinions on what fits each character. Pls don't attack me lol*

Chan's Bedroom and Closet. First floor and immaculate. Large and spacious, his bed is huge. Has a fireplace and sitting area on the side. Lovely view of the property with private balcony. Vaulted ceiling. Closet is fancy and organized!!

Chan's Bathroom. Custom work for his master ensuite. Spacious and usually pretty clean. Double sinks, private toilet room, and this lovely stone shower and standing tub. (The depth seems off so it's probably AI but use ur imagination)

Minho's Bedroom and closet. I feel he's very clean. And he gives rich vibes so I know his closet is pristine. Usually yelling at Jisung for his messy room.

Minho's Bathroom. Like a master en suite, he's got the full tub and a shower. Also kept very clean.

Changbin's Room and closet. I feel like his closet would be organized and low-key fancy. IDK why this pic just seemed to fit him lol

Changbin and Jeongin's Shared bathroom. They share since Changbin is Head Beta and Jeongin is a new alpha.

Jeongin's Room and closet. I feel like he would keep his surroundings slightly messy but not as bad as Jisung. He's got enough on his plate to balance to worry about his room okay. As for his closet, he's gotten more into fashion so he takes care of his clothes.

Hyunjin's Room and Closet. I feel like he would have a clean room and organized closet. Doubt he would have a tv in there tho, so replace it with your fav piece of his art ;)

Hyunjin and Jisung's Shared bathroom. Jisung usually leaves a mess when he's done and Hyunjin yells at him.

Jisung's Bedroom and closet. Just make his room also messy since he's confirmed that's usually how it is LOL.

Felix's Room. I feel like he would have a pretty color and not too messy of a closet. The ray of sunshine also needs a big window to enjoy the sunshine.

Felix's and Seungmin's Shared Bath. No tub. They do a good job of keeping it clean.

Seungmin's Room and Closet. He gives me modern vibes so his room is decorated more modern than the others. His closet would def be organized as well.

Y/N's Room and closet. Rustic feel but still super cozy. Was a guest bedroom and will be more personalized as you nest. Light colors to make you feel safe and free.

Y/N's Bath. Small and simple. No tub just a shower. Maybe one of the boys will let you use their tub ;)

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Discover the Hidden Charms of Fernandina Beach, Florida 🌊

Fernandina Beach might just be Florida’s best-kept secret. From luxury homes to historic landmarks, this coastal town offers a perfect blend of modern amenities and vintage charm. 🏖️

A Peek Inside 900 White Street 🏡

One of the highlights of this tour is the luxury home at 900 White Street. Built in 2021, this house combines classic style with modern upgrades. The open kitchen features custom countertops, premium appliances, and a spacious island perfect for entertaining.

Unlike the boxed-in floorplans of older homes, this property flows seamlessly between the dining and living areas, making it ideal for social gatherings. 🎉

Historic Charm in Oldtown: The Captain's House and More

Oldtown is where Fernandina Beach’s rich history truly shines. 🏛️ At the center of this district is the Captain's House, an architectural gem from 1888. Fun fact: This house wasn’t just admired for its towering gables—it also served as the set for "The New Adventures of Pippi Longstocking!" 🎥

Center Street’s Sweet Treats and Local Finds 🍫

For a taste of local life, head over to Center Street, where you’ll find an array of boutique shops, restaurants, and bars. Whether you’re hunting for a unique gift or craving some delicious fudge, this area has it all.

A Coastal Gem Worth Exploring 🌊

With its blend of history, luxury, and local charm, Fernandina Beach is truly a special place. 🏖️ No wonder the Smithsonian Institute considers it one of the best small towns to live in. So whether you're looking for your next travel destination or simply a weekend getaway, Fernandina Beach should be at the top of your list! 🌴

[simlinnbuilds]

La Belleza Negra

Live life on the water in this luxurious yacht. This beauty features one bedroom, one bathroom, a laundry room, a well-lit and spacious kitchen, dining area, and living area. The yacht also includes an entertainment deck, a dining deck, and even a gym deck. The top deck is an additional entertainment area complete with a fire pit and sitting area, a beach towel for sunbathing, a canvas for some seaside creativity, and a full bar to loosen up on the sunlit seas.

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[yopapiishere]

03. Bits and Pieces

Just Breathe: Modern Warfare II x Reader

Word count: 2,509

Warnings: Death, swearing

(A/n): I’ve been writing since I got off work, might work on chapter four because I cannot stop writing

(Y/n) Pov

"Hey," Soap's voice cut through the air, his nervous smile juxtaposed against the intensity that seemed to simmer just beneath the surface. The room felt charged, a palpable tension hanging between them as they locked eyes.

The brief greeting held an unspoken acknowledgment of their shared history, the memories that had reshaped (Y/n)'s world and the role that Soap had played in it. The air crackled with unspoken words, their interactions now layered with a complex mixture of emotions—distrust, apprehension, and the lingering shadows of a past that couldn't be ignored.

"Don't be too mad at me, I was just doin' my job," he said, his hands rising in a gesture of innocence as he met my eyes.

"If anything, I should be mad at you for hitting me with that burning log in the stomach; it was quite harsh," he continued, raising an eyebrow and giving me a quick once-over.

"You kind of deserved it," Gaz chuckled, his voice tinged with amusement as he leaned casually against the kitchen counter.

"Maybe just a bit, but that burn hurt," he said, his fingers gingerly tracing the spot on his stomach where the burn was hidden beneath his shirt, his expression a mix of playfulness and mock pain.

"How's your hand, kid? You gripped that log as if it was a life saver," Soap quipped, his gaze shifting towards me. He studied my bandaged hands, a curious glint in his eyes. I raised them, offering a small smile.

"About as good as new," I replied, my tone lighthearted. Soap's grin widened, his approval evident.

With a subtle nod, he motioned to the empty seat next to him on the spacious island countertop. I hesitated for a moment before accepting the invitation, the cool surface of the counter meeting my palms as I took a seat. The tension from earlier seemed to dissipate, replaced by a more relaxed atmosphere.

"If you're gonna be stuck with us for a bit, we might as well get along," Soap said, his tone laced with a kind of friendly sincerity. He looked down at me, his eyes holding a mixture of curiosity and a hint of warmth. I tilted my head slightly, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture.

"What if I'm a troublemaker?" I asked, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. My fingers danced along the cool surface of the island countertop, a nervous habit I couldn't shake.

Gaz shook his head, his amusement evident in the crinkles around his eyes. "Trust me, we've dealt with worse," he replied, his voice carrying a note of camaraderie. Soap nodded along, a genuine smile gracing his features, as if they were sharing some unspoken understanding.

"Are there any rules I need to follow?" I asked, my gaze meeting Soap's. He leaned forward slightly, his expression thoughtful as he considered my question.

"Well, there's one rule: no boyfriends in this area," he responded, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine. I let out a playful laugh, feeling a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Seriously? You're laying down the law on my love life? Are you my father?" I teased, propping my head up with my hand. A soft chuckle escaped Gaz, and Soap's smirk only widened, revealing his genuine interest in our exchange.

"It wouldn't be fair, Soap, considering the parade of women you bring back from the pub," Gaz remarked, his gaze flickering briefly to me before he turned away. I couldn't help but notice his sudden avoidance of eye contact. "You're lucky your room isn't next to his," he added, rolling his eyes playfully.

As if on cue, Soap's confident facade wavered, and he began coughing, clearly caught off guard by Gaz's comment. The tension and humor in the air created a strangely endearing dynamic between the three of us.

I couldn't help but release a small, amused laugh, my hand instinctively covering my mouth.

"Jesus," I commented, watching Soap struggle to regain his composure after Gaz's teasing.

"Ghost actually switched rooms not too long ago because he couldn't take it," Gaz continued, his tone light-hearted. Before he could finish, Soap quickly interrupted.

"Hey now, at least I bring women back," Soap defended himself with a playful grin, clearly not one to let Gaz's comment slide without a comeback. The back-and-forth banter between them added a touch of camaraderie to the room.

"Whose Ghost? Is that the guy I saw with the skull mask?" I asked, looking over at Gaz. His fingers danced along the edge of the counter, a subtle sign of his intrigue as my gaze settled on him.

"Yep, that's Ghost," Gaz replied, his voice carrying a faint undertone of curiosity that caught my attention. His eyes held a flicker of interest in mine before he averted his gaze, as if trying to downplay his subtle reaction. Soap's timely comment shifted the conversation, but I couldn't help but sense Gaz's quiet interest in the topic at hand.

"He'll be back later, he's got some paperwork to finish up," Soap mentioned, his gaze shifting between me and Gaz. There was a notable hint of curiosity in his expression, as if he had picked up on Gaz's change in demeanor around me.

"Anyways, were you in college, lass?" Soap inquired, his gaze fixated on me. A pang of sadness tugged at my heart as memories of my life before all this chaos resurfaced.

My hands gripped the table, my mind clouded with thoughts of what once was. Just then, a cough interrupted the conversation, and I looked up to find a man wearing a bucket hat and a mustache, his arms crossed as he observed us.

"Hey Cap, just getting to know the kid," Gaz quickly explained, his attention shifting to the man standing in the doorway. The sudden appearance of the man, presumably the one they referred to as "Cap," only served to deepen the melancholy that had settled over me.

"I've heard a lot about you, kid," said the man they referred to as 'Cap.'

"Can just call me Price," he commented, his tone gentle as he softly shook my bandaged hands, careful not to cause any discomfort. There was a sense of warmth in his gaze, and as he looked at each of us, it was evident that he played a paternal role in this makeshift family of sorts. The way he carried himself and interacted with us exuded a sense of protective guidance, making it clear that he cared deeply for each person under his wing.

"It's getting late, they want to run some tests tomorrow early; your lung situation is a bit of a concern," Price informed us. I nodded slowly, rising from my seat and offering a tired wave before making my way to the room.

As soon as I closed the door, I could sense Gaz's frustration radiating from him.

"Jesus, Soap, easy with the comments," Gaz snapped, his arms crossed defensively.

Price shot a questioning look in their direction.

"What do you—" Soap began, only for Gaz to interject, "You can't just bring up her past life like that, the way she looked as she thought about what her future was supposed to be." Gaz's tone carried a mixture of disappointment and irritation as he shook his head. Price pinched the bridge of his nose, a gesture that hinted at his understanding of the situation's sensitivity. The exchange highlighted the underlying camaraderie within the group and Price's role as the thoughtful and considerate father figure who balanced their interactions.

I did my best not to eavesdrop, biting my lip as I fought back tears. The weight of my past life being snatched away before it even truly began was overwhelming.

"We all need to be careful about what we ask her," Price's gentle voice reached me, hushed and understanding. "She needs time to mourn her death. She lost everything when she drowned, and now she's here, living in a completely different world. She's going to be a bit lost for a while." His words were laced with empathy as he directed his gaze toward Soap and Gaz.

"Copy?" Price asked, seeking their agreement.

"Copy," both of them responded in unison, their simultaneous reply reflecting their recognition of the need for sensitivity and consideration as I navigated this new and unfamiliar reality. The scene painted a picture of a group of individuals bound not just by circumstance, but by a shared understanding and willingness to support one another through the challenges that lay ahead.

Later that night, I struggled to find rest in the unfamiliar bed. I was acutely aware of the quiet that had settled in as everyone else retired for the night, their respective doors closing one by one. Door one shut, followed by door two fifteen minutes later, then door three. I calculated the time in between each closure, waiting for door number five to follow suit. I factored in the likelihood that Ghost, the man who was still out doing paperwork, occupied the room next to mine. An hour and a half later, I heard his door finally shut, completing the pattern of the building settling into stillness.

Finally, exhaustion took over, and I fell into a deep sleep. In my dream, I found myself behind the wheel, navigating an icy road.

"I need to hurry up…" I muttered to myself, the faint strains of music playing softly in the background. Ignoring my own safety, I pressed down on the gas pedal, my focus fixated on reaching my destination. I failed to register how the blizzard was worsening, the icy conditions becoming increasingly treacherous. A shiver ran down my spine as the car's speed picked up.

"20 minutes to go," I murmured, my hands clenching the steering wheel tightly. I knew that I just needed to make it past the bridge, convinced that time would fly by quicker once I did. The dream felt both vivid and haunting, carrying a weight that I couldn't shake even as sleep claimed me.

"NO!" I screamed as my car lost control on the icy bridge. The world spun around me, and in those fleeting seconds, I tried to brace myself for the impending crash. My heart raced as the car careened out of control, sliding toward the edge.

I let out a terrified scream as my car smashed through the wooden barrier of the bridge, the sound of splintering wood filling the air. The world seemed to slow down as the vehicle plunged into the frigid water below. Panic surged through me as I realized the terrifying truth: your car doesn't immediately sink when it hits the water.

My heart raced as I fought against the unyielding seatbelt that refused to release me. Frustration mixed with fear, and I let out a cry of desperation. My hands darted to the glove compartment, urgently searching for the window breaker as the icy water crept higher, sending a shock of cold through my feet. I couldn’t open the door, the force of water being too strong as it trapped my inside.

I finally closed my fingers around the tool, my grip tightening as I continued to struggle with the stubborn seatbelt. Panic intensified as I felt the water's chilling touch rising even higher, urging me to hurry. Determination fueled my efforts as I worked to free myself from the seatbelt's grip, every passing moment adding to the urgency of the situation.

The water had risen to my waist, and with a racing mind, I formed a quick plan. If I could shatter the window and use the top edge of the car door to pull myself out, I might stand a chance. My heart pounded as I braced myself for the critical moment.

With a surge of adrenaline, I struck the window with the breaker, the sound of impact reverberating through the confined space. The glass started to crack under the force, and a glimmer of hope surged within me. The window breaking was my lifeline—the way out of this perilous situation.

The crack in the window had unintended consequences, causing my sinking car to fill with water even faster. Panic surged within me as the water level rose rapidly, now reaching up to my neck. The cold was all-consuming, nearly rendering my body immobile.

With a final burst of desperate energy, I slammed the window again, the crack expanding. My breaths came out in ragged sobs, tears mixing with the freezing water that surrounded me. But even as I fought to break free, I could feel the water inching higher, reaching my chin.

The reality set in—there was no escape from this watery grave. Overwhelmed by a mix of terror and resignation, I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks. The icy water began to invade my lungs, the sensation of drowning consuming me as my body succumbed to the darkness.

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Ghost Pov

I woke abruptly from my slumber, my heart heavy with the weight of realization. The thin walls of the room allowed me to hear everything—her crying, the rustling of her tossing and turning. The faint gasps for air as she slept. It was clear that she was trapped in a nightmare, one that seemed to haunt her even in her sleep.

The truth hung in the air like a specter: they had said she died from drowning. Her vivid reaction was a heartbreaking reminder that she was likely reliving her own tragic end in her dreams, the memories of her death haunting her subconscious as she slept.

I could hear her wake up, the rustling of movement accompanied by a soft, muffled sob that tugged at my heart.

"Bloody hell..." I whispered to myself, my gaze fixed on the ceiling above me. The weight of helplessness settled over me as I listened to her struggle, wishing there was something more I could do to ease her pain and the torment of her nightmares.

She was just eighteen. Her entire life lay ahead of her, full of possibilities, yet now she was trapped in this unfamiliar place, burdened by the weight of her past. The thought of her missing her family, yearning for comfort that wasn't there, weighed heavily on my mind.

I wrestled with the situation internally, my instincts urging me to go to her room and offer some form of solace. But reality held me back; I hadn't even met her yet. I closed my eyes, listening to the sound of her sobs slowly subsiding as she cried herself to sleep, the sound a painful reminder of the wounds she carried.

As I lay there, thoughts of her weighed heavily on my mind, my mind a storm of contemplation. Slowly, I drifted off into sleep, the idea of meeting her and the somber responsibility of handling her delicate situation becoming etched into my thoughts. I was resolved to navigate this new connection with a sense of grim determination, fully aware of the discomfort she must be enduring and cautious not to worsen her pain.

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Ghost was a bit ooc my bad lmao

[haseenachoti76]

Exploring the Best Hotels in Venice Beach Florida

Venice Beach, Florida, is renowned for its stunning coastline, vibrant atmosphere, and charming community. Whether you're seeking a luxurious resort experience or a cozy beachside retreat, Venice Beach offers a range of accommodation options to suit every traveler's preferences. Let's delve into some of the best hotels in this picturesque coastal town.

Inn at the Beach: Situated just steps away from the pristine shores of Venice Beach, Inn at the Beach offers comfortable accommodations and unbeatable ocean views. The hotel features spacious guest rooms equipped with modern amenities, including flat-screen TVs, complimentary Wi-Fi, and private balconies or patios. Guests can also enjoy a heated outdoor pool, complimentary breakfast, and convenient access to nearby attractions and dining options.

The Venice Beach Villas: For travelers seeking a more secluded and intimate retreat, The Venice Beach Villas provide the perfect setting. Nestled amidst lush tropical gardens, these charming villas offer a tranquil escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Each villa boasts a fully equipped kitchen, cozy living area, and private outdoor space, allowing guests to relax and unwind in style. With easy access to the beach and downtown Venice, The Venice Beach Villas offer the ideal blend of comfort and convenience.

Ramada by Wyndham Venice Hotel Venezia: Conveniently located near Venice Beach and the historic downtown area, the Ramada by Wyndham Venice Hotel Venezia offers spacious accommodations and top-notch amenities. Guests can choose from a variety of room options, including suites with separate living areas and whirlpool tubs. The hotel also features a heated outdoor pool, fitness center, and on-site restaurant serving delicious Italian cuisine. With its prime location and excellent service, the Ramada by Wyndham Venice Hotel Venezia ensures a memorable stay for all guests.

Island Sun Inn: For budget-conscious travelers, the Island Sun Inn provides affordable yet comfortable accommodations in the heart of Venice Beach. The inn offers clean and cozy guest rooms equipped with essential amenities, such as mini-fridges, microwaves, and complimentary Wi-Fi. Guests can relax in the outdoor pool or take a short stroll to the nearby beach and attractions. With its friendly staff and convenient location, the Island Sun Inn offers excellent value for travelers looking to explore Venice Beach on a budget.

Conclusion: the beaches in Venice offer a remarkable blend of natural beauty, recreational opportunities, and cultural richness. From the serene shores of Venice Beach to the rugged landscapes of Caspersen Beach, each coastal gem presents a unique experience for visitors to enjoy. Whether you're soaking up the sun, searching for seashells, or strolling along the boardwalk, Venice's beaches provide a tranquil escape and a chance to connect with nature. With their pristine sands, crystal-clear waters, and breathtaking sunsets, the beaches of Venice stand as inviting destinations for travelers seeking relaxation and adventure alike. Whether you're a local resident or a visitor from afar, exploring the beaches of Venice promises unforgettable moments and cherished memories by the sea.

[doom-dreaming]

Blue Team Beach House: Entry, Kitchen, Laundry

Now that we've looked at some of the design considerations from the outside, we're ready to head indoors! I feel like I'm on an HGTV show.

Right inside the front door (which, like most of the doors in this house, is tall and has a window feature - again, sight lines are important), we have the entryway. It's wide enough that it doesn't feel cramped, but still has plenty of storage space for things like keys, books, jackets, shoes, and exercise equipment (including but not limited to: Kelly's running kit and Linda's yoga mat). Which brings us to this post's first Design Consideration: Efficient Storage.

There's a place for mail and a mirror to double-check that they look sufficiently rugged and intimidating before they go out in public. Eventually there will be pictures in those frames. The holo-panel by the front door is the manual control hub for the dumb AI that runs the house's utility systems. (I'm still undecided on a name for it. I'd take suggestions.)

The color palette of the entryway more or less informs the theme for the whole house; various shades of blue and natural wood. Light floors and ceilings contrast with the dark blue walls and keep things from feeling too closed-in.

Directly in front of the entry is the kitchen and it's a straight shot through to the laundry area (but we'll get there in a second). Also, remember what I said about edible plants?

An indoor herb garden! Right around the corner from the entry, and just a few steps away from the kitchen (it's all open-plan anyway) there's fresh basil, sage, parsley, grapes, mushrooms, and garlic. Linda has assigned herself to plant care, she likes the routine of checking in on them every morning. (Quick shoutout to the moveobjects cheat for allowing me to sink those huge clunky vertical planters into the wall a bit, they look so much better that way.) Behind that door is a little shotgun bathroom, but that's for a different post.

The kitchen is spacious (as it needs to be when you have up to four huge people in it at once) with plenty of room to move around. Again, the coloring is light, mostly blond wood and white (easy to clean, as Kelly is so helpfully demonstrating) with the exception of the appliances, which add a balance of dark and/or colorful accents.

Utensils, knives, and pans are wall-mounted to free up counter space and there are so many cabinets and drawers for storage.

The decor throughout the house focuses mostly on wood and glass as its main elements, but there are industrial touches, seen here in the hanging lamps over the bar island and the brushed metal backsplash. (Player note: I added the blue floor light strips 1) because Halo is sci-fi and this house needed at least a little of that and 2) because the abrupt switch from wood to tile looked weird without a border.)

Instead of a traditional dining table, there is a long bar with additional storage under the countertop. Again, the seating is sturdy and stable and matches the muted dusty blue of the walls and framing of the overhead lamps, adding some color to an otherwise very earthy palette. The hallway behind the kitchen wall provides a way to access the two downstairs suites (Fred's and Kelly's) in a way that doesn't involve cutting through the kitchen. Neither of those doors are in the hallway, and as such can be seen from multiple angles on the ground floor, reducing blind spots to points of entry and egress.

Tucked under the stairs, next to Kelly's room, is the laundry area. As is par for the course, the washer and dryer are stacked to save space and nearly everything else is wall-mounted or stored on shelves.

The second Design Consideration I hope this post has demonstrated is: Unobstructed Space To Move. This will continue to be apparent throughout the rest of the house, but I feel like it's especially applicable on the ground floor where the walkways are wide and nothing is closed off from anything else in such a way that makes it difficult to access quickly.

[architectuul]

The Nuclear City

The market, though small, was as lively as any I saw in Cuba. We walked from stall to stall, past vendors selling tropical fruit and sacks of rice. Behind one table a woman sat on the curb, a sack between her thighs, tapping a sieve like an old-timey pan-handler as she separated insects from grains of rice. I bought a portion of fresh, sticky mango slices… realising too late that there was nowhere to wash my hands clean after.

Ciudad Nuclear, Cuba as seen from the 14th floor rooftop of an unfinished apartment block.

The sun was beating down hard so the four of us ducked into the welcome shelter of a bar. We were the only customers; it was dark inside, cool, with flies buzzing lazily around the slow-moving ceiling fan. We ordered a round of beers – Cuban Bucaneros – and I held the cold can up to my baked skull, my temples, then rolled it between my hands allowing the frosty condensation to de-gunk my fruit-sticky fingers. I looked out at the market: an island of humanity, while all around it rose the empty shells of unfinished residential blocks. This handful of stalls was now the social heart of a city once built for thousands, and these people the last stubborn lives to remain amongst the ruins of Ciudad Nuclear.

Thousands of apartments built for construction workers and Soviet nuclear engineers now sit abandoned.

Back in 2014 I shared an article about my visit to an unfinished nuclear power plant in Cuba. It was no more than a concrete shell by the time I saw it, with a dome that made it look almost like a temple, left abandoned on the Caribbean coast.

The site had been built with Soviet money and know-how, and was to be accompanied by a brand new city for power plant workers. The Chernobyl reactors in Ukraine had the workers’ city at Pripyat; the Lithuanian reactor at Visaginas, likewise, had a model socialist city raised up almost overnight in its shadow; and here at Juragua in Cuba, the Soviets helped build ‘Ciudad Nuclear’: in English, simply, ‘Nuclear City.’

The USSR began working on the Cuban nuclear power plant in 1976, and Ciudad Nuclear was opened on 13th October 1982, to house the influx of Soviet scientists and engineers. Located six miles from the plant it was to feature 4,200 homes but the Cuban plant was never finished. Construction ground to a halt in 1989, as the funding dried up and the Soviet Union teetered on the brink of collapse. The intended workers’ city was left in limbo as a result: half finished, only part inhabited, an unsustainable cluster of concrete dwellings on a remote stretch of the Cuban shoreline.

Ciudad Nuclear, Cuba: view from the balcony of a spacious residential complex that never got finished.

A handful of residents still live in Ciudad Nuclear surrounded on all sides by empty blocks, and with the unfinished power plant just visible on the horizon.

I made the journey down to Juragua with friends. We hired a car in Havana, and drove for several hours to reach the site on the south side of the island. We slept in a casa nearby, a sweet little place down by the water’s edge, but on the day of our intended visit to the plant we found the place crawling with security guards. Later we’d come back, and we’d find another way inside the unfinished Juragua NPP – but first we spent an afternoon in Ciudad Nuclear.

A Cuban turkey vulture circles over the quiet streets of Ciudad Nuclear.

Ciudad Nuclear is a peculiar place. I want to call it a ‘ghost town,’ but that wouldn’t be entirely accurate. The handful of citizens who remain here are, for the most part, commuters. Some drive 20 miles to work in Cienfuegos, a larger town with a busy port and industrial sector. Not a lot of Cubans have their own transport though, which means that Ciudad Nuclear – an unfinished, out-of-the-way conurbation with little going on in terms of entertainment or employment – is doomed to a slow depopulation.

Leaving the market, we turned a corner and quickly found ourselves alone. Down the length of Ciudad Nuclear’s main street, only two parked cars and a couple of distant pedestrians were visible. Rounding a corner to the next street we met a small family and a donkey, but the rows of apartment blocks behind them looked desolate and bare.

Empty spaces inside a tower block planned for luxury apartments.

Poetry by José Martí appears on a wall in what might have been intended as a cafeteria.

Save for the occasional sheet flapping in the wind on some third-floor washing line, most of the buildings here seemed to be uninhabited; many looked like they had never been finished, their faded pastel exteriors wrapped around empty cement boxes. Inside one large ground floor space (a shop or a café?) I found a wall decorated with a verse by José Martí, Cuba’s most beloved revolutionary poet:

Cuba no anda de pedigueña Por el mundo, anda de hermana Al salvarse, salva América No le fallará, porque ella No le falla a América.

Poetry always loses a little in translation, but in English it means something like this:

Cuba does not go around the world as a beggar but as a sister By saving herself, she saves the Americas She will not fail, because she will not fail the Americas.

Looking east from Ciudad Nuclear, where a narrow strait connects the Caribbean to the inland Bay of Cienfuegos.

Some of the buildings around Ciudad Nuclear stood near to collapse. I looked inside a few, though there wasn’t much to see. The risk-reward ratio didn’t seem weighted in my favour, so for the most part when I saw ‘Derrumbe’ – ‘Collapse’ – written across a building, I kept away.

Heading back towards the centre we passed a naked tower block, the tallest we’d seen so far. Across its side were painted the words, ‘¡¡Socialismo o Muerte!!’ though it felt like an oddly subversive slogan, given the context. Socialism or Death. This place seemed to have a little bit of both.

Socialism or Death in Ciudad Nuclear.

Gazing up at that graffitied ruin, I decided I wanted to climb it – to see how Ciudad Nuclear looked from the top. The stairs inside were intact, but there was little else to see inside the 14-floor skeleton; nothing but concrete all the way up. Reaching the top, I walked out of the stairwell onto an open-plan level that fell abruptly away at the edge; no windows, no handrail, just a sudden drop to the street.

Something flapped noisily nearby and I turned, in time to see a large dark bird take flight from its concrete perch on the fourteenth floor balcony. Later I’d be told it was a vulture.

Above the top end of the stairwell, a square hole opened to the rooftop and the sky. It took a bit of a scramble to get up there – balancing on a concrete bannister, catching hold of the ledge above and pulling myself up to the building’s summit – but it was worth the work.

Nature is already reclaiming the rooftops of Ciudad Nuclear, Cuba.

Looking out across the Bay of Cienfuegos from a Ciudad Nuclear rooftop.

Stood up there in the sweltering sun, I traced the shoreline curving into the distance: the beach a ribbon of gold between the water and the forest. Below me the empty streets and unfinished buildings of Ciudad Nuclear fanned out in grid formation, a model city that never quite made it off the drafting table. Meanwhile along the coast, an abandoned 16-floor reactor building rose from the forest like some ancient temple ruin: a concrete mausoleum for the Cuban-Soviet nuclear programme.

Designed to provide 4,200 homes, this is how the city looks today.

The building that started it all: six miles from the city sits the concrete shell of the Juragua Nuclear Power Plant.

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Text and photo by Darmon Richter [adapted with permission from an article at [EX UTOPIA] 

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Can't resist these McCastles. I don't know what the story is for this one, but the 1973 home in Fort Wayne, IN will be auctioned off on July 15th, in person, at 6PM. It has 4bds, 5ba. For a 1973 home, it looks brand new, like it's Photoshopped. I don't think I've ever seen a roof with such sharp points.

So, this is an interesting feature- a drawbridge and a moat. However, the moat looks more like a muddy ditch to me.

Now, the entrance hall has a curved staircase and a very fancy railing that isn't very affective with those circles. (There's also a rope.) The stone floors look very bumpy and the walls are plaster.

The entrance hall opens directly to the combination family/dining room and kitchen.

I feel that the castle vibe stops here. The columns with the faux finish look more Roman.

The kitchen is spacious and features an island-like table with stools that may not convey, b/c it's furniture, not a permanant island.

In the laundry room there's also a toilet and a pedestal sink.

The formal dining room features a stone fireplace (I've never seen a firebox that high) and light wood beams, which is unusual. Not sure I like the beams on the fireplace wall.

It's a large room and opens to the patio. It also occurs to me that the floor is not wood. It's simulated wood linoleum that was popular in the 70s.

This small room has an outdoor entrance and it's a waiting area.

Because there's a beauty salon. It has a reception desk and a weird glass block configuration on the wall.

If you're not a hair stylist, this will have to dismantled, like the hair wash sinks, etc.

Going up to the 2nd level.

Since there are open doorways to other rooms, this must be the primary suite. Is the bed meant to be in the fireplace?

I would say it isn't.

So, this is the other room of the suite and I have no idea what it's for.

The primary bath is very nice.

The bedrooms are fairly small.

This bedroom has a small shower room.

I am confused by the floorplan of this house, but this looks like the attic.

There's also a shower room.

Definitely the attic. Well, it's a large space. Looks like there's a bed behind that screen.

The basement is also finished. What's in there and why is there a piece of black plastic pinned up? Why does it look like the other stairs that lead to the bedrooms. Where the hell are we?

This is a rec room with a very plain bar. It looks like there are several rooms down here that they don't show.

Wow, look at the size of that driveway. Indiana can get some heavy snow, so the new owner better have a plow. The lot is 2.70 acres.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/10511-E-Tillman-Rd-Fort-Wayne-IN-46816/94270416_zpid/

[vacationfeast]

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[encountersincamperland]

Water Features

Water features large on a camping trip. You always have one eye on the weather forecast willing it to show fair days, and changing plans if it doesn’t, to outrun the rain.

On arrival at a campsite, access to drinking water and the state of the washing facilities is a priority when choosing our spot for the night. The facilities vary enormously from portocabins with no paper, loo seats, soap or hot water to open designed marble and tiled buildings, airy, spacious and clean.

On this six week jaunt through Italy, water has been our fairly constant companion in the form of rain. Beginning in Bolzano in the Southern Tyrol, a week into the trip, we went swimming in the rain in the campsite pool - a cool 24 degrees. As swallows dipped the rippling surface for insects, Paul rescued a a half drowned grasshopper.

The campsite was pretty alternative - a strange mix of hippy values and high prices in its artesian stocked shop and flashy restaurant. But it had a ‘learning loo’ - a spotlessly clean facility with large scape pictures of the Tyrol in every shower. Each loo was totally private and dedicated to a local craft like lacemaking or woodcarving. There were images of the craftsperson at work and the produce and a little display cabinet with a sample of the work. as well as an explanation of the skills in three languages - English, German and ancient Ladin (the regional dialect). As you washed your hands at the row of basins, you could learn different useful phrases in each language on the Perspex panels that divided each one. I learnt a lot in two days by using these facilities.

It rained through the second night and we took down a wet tent the next morning, in the rain. Next stop Venice, four hours away. We drove through the precipitation, reaching Camping Miramare on the Lido five hours later. We set up camp in the rain.

With the tent and ground so wet, we had to erect chairs in the tent and pile them with our bags. The next morning, we looked down from the van door into a pool of water on the groundsheet below.

We finally realised that the big tarpaulin we used as a groundsheet that stretched right under the tent was causing a problem. It was a conduit for the rain. The inside of the tent also had pools of water. It had to go. Once achieved, we could see the breeze already getting to work, lifting the sides of the tent and drying its edges. By the time we returned that evening, the underside of the tent was practically dry.

Despite the rain, we took the ferry from Port Sabbioni to Venice St Mark’s Square on our first day. It was my first time in Venice and the rain could not dampen my excitement at seeing this lagooned labyrinth.

As the ferry approached the dock, we could see how busy it was. Hundreds of people just in that vicinity alone, with umbrellas up and wearing garishly coloured knee length shiny plastic galoshes.

Negotiating the narrow lanes was a challenge as umbrellas clashed and drips splashed down from saturated awnings. Nobody seemed to mind getting soaked. The wonder of Venice is such that it alters your mood. Its water sodden structures have a dissolving beauty. The tangle of lanes befuddle you. The blazing rainbow coloured shop displays of Murano glass dazzle you into oblivious wandering.

But we craved some space so we lost ourselves deliberately in an attempt to lose the crowds. Taking lefts then rights, crossing many little bridges and traversing small residential courtyards, away from the glitz of tourist tat.

Eventually, the rain penetrated my waterproof jacket; it was that persistent. We found ourselves outside the museum for oriental art, and in we went, heading straight for the cafe that looked out on the Grand Canal. I had my first Venetian Aperol Spritz - it has to be done - and we took a breather from the rain and the bustle.

We went on to spend two more, mostly dry, days exploring the quieter islands of Burano with its prettily painted houses and leaning tower; and Murano with its glass blowers - seeing a theatrical display that would have challenged UK health and safety regs for sure.

We were going to leave on the fourth day as the weather forecast promised sun and we wanted to take the tent down dry. But we all know forecasts can lie and, sure enough, we woke up to rain. The best thing about that was it meant we could now link up with good friends who were spending a day in Venice before joining a cruise at Ravenna.

It was a joyful meeting on the steps of the train station, all of us talking and hugging at once, excited to be together in one of the world’s most unique and fragile places.

We left the next day, with rain clouds looming and the forecast gloomy, changing our plans to pootle south as we headed for Bari, taking a week and enjoying the coast. Instead we put our foot down and belted south through waves of water attacking the windscreen. In two days, and a night on ‘mad cat woman’s’ dishevelled site, we found ourselves in Giovinazzo on a huge muddy pitch at Camping Baia as thundery clouds gathered to greet us.

We finally had some decent WiFi and looked up news reports of record-breaking flooding in Northern Italy. We had been receiving concerned messages from family and friends, checking we were ok. It was sad to look at the damage the deluge had done to people’s lives - taking fourteen of them and wreaking homes and businesses as 26 rivers broke their banks and reclaimed the land.

We though about how lucky we were to have had the option of just driving away as far as we could get, carrying our itinerant world with us, narrowly escaping a different fate.

At the half way mark of our six week trip, the sun finally came out when we reached Pompeii - the place where thousands drowned in dust in 79 AD as a wrathful Vesuvius blew its top.

Looking back, my abiding memory of Venice will be seeing it in the rain. It seemed appropriate somehow to be drenched in a sinking city. We had one final adventure on the water as we took the midnight ferry back to the Lido that last night. It involved a sad and slightly sozzled security guard with a gun being goaded by a peremptory passenger. But that’s for another time. Right now, we are soaking up rays in Sorento and the weather is set fair, for a little while at least.

Madeleine