#and it’s (thankfully) paid for by the building (well… the treatment itself not the over a thousand dollars so far apart from that shit)

[binx0r]

They’ll do the insecticide

They’ll do the heat treatment

No just insecticide

But hey the heat treatment

THEY’LL DO THE COMBINATION HEAT TREATMENT INSECTICIDE

[lettersofwrittencollective]

Never Be the Same

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Word Count: 2248

Warnings: Smut, minor ABO dynamic - like it’s more inferred than anything else.

Prompt:  Derek Hale x reader {smut} 🤞 Never Be The Same - Camila Cabello @emichelle​  

A/N: Look to be completely honest, this is my first time writing smut but I have read quite a bit of it so thank you to those who write it so I don’t have to buy all the raunchy novels   so I have no idea if it’s any good. Anyways, I am hoping that you enjoy and thank you so much to @riseandshinelittleblossom for looking this over before I posted!

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You knew it had been a bad idea to get involved with him but you had done it anyways. You couldn't help it though, with just one look he could make you feel things deeply, passionately. His touch was electrical and always lit you up whenever the two of you were together.

There were a lot of things that could be said for dating Derek Hale but your personal favorite thing was that life was never boring now. From helping the new pack in Beacon Hills keep the city safe to holiday trips where he would take you to the Maldives or back-packing, there was always something to do and you always had fun.

This weekend was no different. You had the last couple weeks helping Scott and his pack track down a vampire coven that had decided to hunt in Beacon Hills. The vampires had been unable to keep their blood-lust under control and had torn apart a few people during their feedings. Thankfully, Scott had Malia had, somehow, been able to convince the coven to adjust their feeding habits and now Deaton was in charge of helping find another coven to help teach this one more self-control.

Now, the two of you were hanging out in Jamaica, enjoying the sand and the sun. Today you’d decided to go to one of the day clubs that the resorts had. It meant that everyone was in some sort of swimwear and gave you an excuse to eye-fuck your boyfriend for the rest of the day.

It had taken you forever to get out of the room today but you had no complaints seeing as it had been because he couldn’t keep his hands off you and you’d already been gifted with three orgasms as he’d woken you up for a delicious round of morning sex followed by wall sex and then another round in the shower. In fact, your walls clenched again as if they were looking for him and, sipping on your margarita, you allowed your eyes to roam over his body.

Derek could feel her eyes on him and couldn’t help the smirk he shot over his shoulder. She’d been insatiable since they got to the island and he almost felt like he could barely keep up. At first, he had been a little worried. The two of you had a healthy sex life but there had been something almost desperate about the way you’d been after him.

It had all made sense this morning. You were in heat. You’d been desperate because your body was getting ready for the heat and he’d woken up to the most delicious smell of you. Your scent had dug into his brain and he could feel the hormones of your heat throughout his veins, they were his own personal drugs.

He was sure that you’d pushed him towards a rut because when you woke up, you had taken a deep breath of him before you’d climbed atop him and impaled yourself on his hard cock. He had held your hips as you moved against him, lifting yourself and trying to milk him. His hands had found your tits and he’d pinched your nipples and teased them as you quickened your pace on his cock.

He could feel your walls clenching as you slowed down, trying to stave off the orgasm but he’d grabbed your hips and held you up as he’d thrust upwards into you. He’d continued this until you had let out a scream and he’d emptied himself inside of you.

The two of you had stayed in bed for a little while before you’d reminded him that you had plans for the day club and you really wanted to see the DJ the resort had booked. At which point, he’d reluctantly gotten up and followed you to the bathroom for a shower and as you had walked in front of him, he’d had the sudden image of you swollen with his cubs and he’d been unable to help himself. He’d spun you around and pushing you against the wall, he’d sunk into you a second time and sunk his teeth into your neck. The sounds of your moans music to his ears had caused him to empty himself within you a second time that morning.

You had scolded him at that point, reminding him “If I miss DJ Snake, I will be very upset with you.”

He’d laughed and the two of you had actually made it to the shower which should have been a red flag in and of itself. You’d both already washed your hair and you were now working on lathering your body. You’d put your leg up and bent over to later it when he’d been assaulted by the smell of your sex again. Even with the water running, the scent of your heat wasn’t diminished.

He’d been staring at your folds and had gotten lost in thought when he heard you clearing your throat. He’d looked over to you and seen the mischevious glint mixed with lust and had fallen to his knees behind you. Like a man starved, he feasted upon your folds and your clit.

As you allowed your eyes to roam over Derek’s body, you allowed yourself to get lost in the memory of this morning and had missed when he’d returned. A fresh, water bottle in hand for you. Feeling bold, you nipped his wrist when he handed you the drink and watched as his eyes darkened.

They announced that DJ Snake would be on stage next and so, tugging on his arm you pulled him into the crowd.  Derek had paid the extra for the two of you to get the VIP treatment at the resort and so you joined a slightly smaller crowd than what was directly in front of the booth but that didn’t bother you. You were mostly here for the music.

When DJ Snake came on, you found yourself dancing along to the beats. This was one of the few ways that you were able to actually let go and forget the rest of the world.

Moving along to the music, you glanced over and saw that Derek was swaying with it as well. He wasn’t full on dancing, but you didn’t expect him to either. After all, this was Derek Hale and as much as you adored him, he wasn’t one to just let loose.

The set continued and suddenly, Derek pulled you up into his arms and let a low growl out next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine and a rush of fluid to your core. Turning in his arms, you felt both his erection and the intake of breath, you nibbled on his jaw, “What if we got out of here for a bit?”

“I thought you wanted to watch the DJ?” you could hear the smirk in his voice as his hand slipped to the small of your back.

Leaning backward, you smirked at him, “You’re all I need. And maybe, I’m curious to find out how hard you are.”

You watched his eyes flash blue as his hand moved to your ass and squeezed. “You’re playing with fire,”  he warned.

You couldn’t help the low moan that escaped your mouth. There was something about his scent, it was more charged, almost as if it was building towards something and it made you want him to strip you down and plow you wherever he could. He could fuck you here for all you cared.

Your moan must have broken something within him because the next thing you knew he was dragging you out of the pool area and back to the bungalow.

You’d barely made it inside when his lips were all over you and he lifted your leg to his waist. Wrapping your legs around his waist, and returning the kisses, you felt as he lifted you up and sat you on a countertop.  

For a brief moment, the world seemed to suddenly go silent around you. Only the heavy breathing between the two of you could be heard. Derek stepped closer to you and put his hands on your swim bottoms and you smiled as you lifted your hips to help him pull the fabric off you. He then moved to your swim top and removed that as well before stepping back and looking at you.

You’d never felt sexier than in this moment. Here you were, sitting naked in front of Derek Hale and he looked at you as if you were the only thing worth living for.

“Spread your legs baby doll, I want to see those pretty lips,” his voice was husky and made you whimper as you complied.

“Look at you, you’re soaked,” he whispered as he walked up to you. Placing his hands on either thigh, he bent down and kissed your collar bones.

Reaching out, you pushed his swim trunks and boxers off in one swoop and took his thick cock into your hand. A moan escaped his lips as you began to pump him.

“You’re going to look so amazing, wrapped around my cock,” he said, voice thick with lust, before he pulled back and lined himself up with you.

He dragged the tip along your folds and your hips involuntary bucked towards him, trying to find further friction before he sunk into you, slowly.

“Mmm fuck baby, you’re so tight,” he grunted out as you whimpered.

Derek enjoyed teasing you and this time was no different, he would push in a bit and then pull out before pushing a little further in. Your eyes rolled back each time that he entered you, the stretching feeling like a gift. He leaned in to kiss you, soft kisses that reminded you of how much he loved you but, you wanted something different this time.

“Fuck baby, I need more..” you whispered against his lips and you felt him still for a second but less than a moment later he’d buried himself to the hilt, bottoming out inside of you.

He pulled you closer to him, your ass barely on the counter and began to pound into you, the feeling of him pistoning in and out of you pushing you further along towards your orgasm. Your hands moved to play with your tits and as you squeezed them and alternated between pinching your nipples. Occasionally, Derek would nip at one or smack one lightly. One of his hands found your clit and thrummed it.

A particularly hard thrust against your G-Spot along with his hands on your clit and yours on your tits made you gasp. As your body arched forward.

Derek stopped for a moment to let you catch your breath and to keep you from cumming. Taking a deep breath, you noticed that his scent had become much more sexual now. A Whimper escaped your lips and you looked at him, his eyes were practically black and you’re sure that yours were too. You’re not sure where it came from but a growl escaped your lips and you heard yourself say, “You gonna fuck my little pussy daddy, gonna knot me good and tight?”

You watched his eyes flash as he returned the growl and then he picked you up. Before you knew it, you’d been thrown onto the sofa in the living room. Hands gripping the back of the sofa, with your ass in the air, you felt him nudge your legs further apart before he smacked your ass.

The action shot a jolt of pleasure straight to your core and you felt yourself get even wetter than you already were.

“Look at how wet you are my pretty girl,” he whispered in your ear and you whimpered into your shoulder. You could feel him lining himself up with your fold and you wiggled in excitement.

“Daddy please…”

He slammed into you, causing your body to lurch forward slightly before he grabbed onto your hips, holding you tight. His thrusts became faster, more brutal and suddenly he lifted you up.

With your back to his chest, he continued to pound into you, one hand taking over what your hands had done earlier the other hand returning to your clit to play with the bundle of nerves there. You reached behind you to hold onto his shoulder in an attempt to steady yourself as you matched his thrusts.

You were an incoherent mess of mumbles and whines as he fucked you. All you could see were stars as the pleasure filtered out to every part of your body. Somewhere along the line, you tilted your neck, baring it to him in submission and he licked at it.

You could feel him swell within you and as he did you felt yourself clamp around him. It didn’t take long for his knot to form and he bit into your mating gland setting of your orgasm. You came calling his name and could feel him cum within you.

A deep sense of satisfaction filled you and you could feel the contentment coming off him as he released your gland and nuzzled your neck. “Such a good girl,” he murmured into your skin.

He would be knotted within you for a bit more time still and so, gently, he adjusted the two of you so that you laid on the couch. You atop him as his knot softened and both your breathing evened out.

Things would never be the same.

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Posted 7 June 2019

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[ravingmadmanjourney]

This took me an hour and a half to write and an ocean of tears. I love you mom now and forever.

Ravings of a Madman, A Journey 179

When I first started this present series with the word Death, I planned on writing about my beliefs concerning it. Somehow it morphed into this period of time, which I hardly mention and try to forget, where yes the old me died and I was transformed into this person I am now. Well, not quite different in my core values, I have become different. To purify metal, a person places it into fire to melt away the impurities. I feel that was what God did to me in the period from just after my transplant to the beginning of this year. A baptism of fire. . .

Don't get me wrong. Indianapolis was a wonderful place to live in, but it was too big for my taste. Some people thrive in a place like that, but I only existed. I lived in the downtown area. I was able to find plenty of activities to keep me busy. I even was able to watch the fireworks display on the fourth of July from my window. The city set them off on top of the second highest building in the city just down the street from me. I lived close to the library, close to a market, a couple of museums, several restaurants with international cuisine,several hospitals including where I received !y transplant, a YMCA, and the Capitol building of Indiana. It really was not all bad. But I felt totally cut off from people in that last year. Then I heard about my mom's health. After nearly eight years. I felt certain my new liver would not suddenly go psycho. I wanted to move back home.

At least to my home city. The housed I spent a large of my life in no longer existed. It lasted for well over a hundred years, maybe around one hundred and twenty years. But my parents could no longer maintain it. It came down while I was in Indy. Everything is gone in that neighborhood now. Thankfully, I managed to find my parents an apartment they could handle during a short visit down there. My sister refused to do anything to help them out. Then after the move my mom was diagnosed with Cancer. I could not travel, could not do anything really. Between emergency surgery to fix a twisted hernia and the infection that resulted from it, I just was unable to do anything. And that knowledge hurt. By this time, my sister, who previously lived within a couple of blocks from them, relocated to somewhere in the middle of nowhere a good hour's drive away from them because she didn't want to be bothered! Luckily for me, by this time my friends who moved to Indianapolis had moved back to Evansville. They took over the care of my mom. Then my sister acted all offended because they did it when she learned about it. Hell, she couldn't care less about mom, she was more concerned about what she would get when mom died!

Up in Indianapolis, I hoped and prayed for a miracle that never came. I managed a visit down to see mom after I got out of the hospital. I had money to spare, mostly because I paid my rent ahead a couple of months because of my illness. I was confined in rehab for a long time so I really had nothing else to do with it. So while I was down there I applied for an apartment in the same building my parents lived in. Then I waited for the bad news. Hope. It was a miracle drug in itself. It keeps a person going no matter what happens. Hope for a new day. Hope for better health. Hope for something that never showed up. But one thing I hoped for did happen.

This is hard on me to write about. Even after ten and a half years. . . (sigh). I warned the manager of my apartment building up in Indianapolis that if I received the news of mom's impending death, I will be gone. I knew if I didn't have an apartment by then, my friends would let me stay with them. I got the apartment at the beginning of December 2008 and planned on moving quickly. But my mom's health suddenly worsened I started moving mid December, staying with my friends while I ferried my stuff to my new apartment. As it turned out, I ended up abandoning over half of my stuff. I left my former apartment looking like a bloody mess, but I had no other choice. I took some comfort in the fact I warned them this might happen. And just like that, my self imposed exile in Indianapolis ended.

Mom helped by paying the security deposit and first month rent. She wanted me back home more than I wanted to be back. My mom tried one chemotherapy treatment, but since it did more harm to her than good. She decided that she wanted no more treatment. She will let nature take its course. She knew. She wanted me here to look after dad after she passed. I almost did not recognize her. That cancer really did its job on her! And I felt relieved that I wasn't here to witness that first hand. And I felt ashamed for feeling that. Mom died at the end of January 2009. I accompanied her to the hospice where she later died. Unfortunately, I caught a cold and could not stay at her bedside. She would have wanted me to take care of myself. And I felt relieved and also ashamed of myself for thinking it. It fell down to my sister and nephew to stay at her bedside around the clock. She died while they took a break looking out the window at the garden there. I have often wondered what she saw. Her mom and the father she never knew beckoning her to join them?

When I heard she was dead, I wasted little time getting there. We had to wait a while to see her, and the family started to gather. When I finally saw my mother's body I knew she was finally at peace.

[itsworn]

Overbuilt: Pure Vision Design Builds a Better GTO

When you first see it, you think, “Now that right there is a really nice car…”

It’s a simple compliment, but one that means so much in the sea of over-customized offerings that we’re usually privy to.

You then stop for a moment, let your eyes refocus, and in doing so, begin to take in the amount of detail and care that’s gone into Pure Vision’s latest creation: a 1971 Pontiac GTO convertible. It was thankfully pulled from a field where it was left for dead, and upon doing a bit of research, was found to be one of only 653 drop-top GTO’s built for the ‘71 model year as well as being the last year for the convertible GTO – ever.

Pure Vision Design is located in Simi Valley, CA and has been producing beautifully reimagined muscle cars for more than twenty years. It’s headed by Ring Master Steve Strope whose calm exterior fools you into thinking that there’s not actually a full-blown circus happening inside his head. That’s why, when a client asks Steve for ideas in regards to a build, he puts on his top hat and gets all giddy. A man of principle, he never builds the same car twice, and when asked to do so he simply states, “Somebody paid a lot of money for version 1.0 and I’m not going to insult them by making 2.0 for somebody else. I’ll just design them their own car.”

Not only does this guarantee exclusivity for the client, but it also ensures that every vehicle that comes out of Pure Vision must stand on its own merit.

If you’re a fan of Steve’s work, then you know that almost every car that comes out of Pure Vision’s rollup door has a theme to it (see Martini Mustang or the Black Ops Fairlane). When it came to the GTO, however, the client had a request that was in no way theme based. He instead, wanted the build to be focused on daily usability- a moderate but not over-the-top blend of performance and comfort.

“The customer wanted to take it out on date night and cruise around with his girlfriend, thus the goal was to get in it, turn the key. drive it, and enjoy it. So, the parts and pieces that were ordered for this car follow in line to that mindset,” says Steve.

Okay, so what does that actually mean?

For starters it means turning the dial down from 11, to a more moderate 8. This in no way means that any less attention was given to the GTO, but instead, there was a re-focus of ideas that culminated into what is perhaps the best driving ’71 GTO convertible in existence.

Upon arrival to the shop, the GTO was bugged-bombed, stripped of its parts, and a new chassis was ordered from Schwartz Performance. The unit came complete with an AGR steering rack built to Schwartz’s own specific valving, JRi shocks, and a torsional rigidity that’s 200% stiffer than a stock A-Body frame. Pure Vision then reinforced it further to quell any additional body flex that may have occurred due to the GTO’s convertible configuration. Out back, a full-floater 9-inch with a 3.50 or so rear gear helps with motivation. Stopping is accomplished via a Wilwood braking system that employs two-piece rotors with beefy 4-piston calipers up front and smaller 4-piston units in the rear. The chassis itself is a beautiful piece and serves as the perfect underpinning for a car of this caliber.

The body is standard ‘71 GTO, which in reality, was a facelift year for the car. Changes included a beautiful wire-mesh grille, dual-snorkel hood and a revised lower front fascia with round marker lights. There were other slight changes incorporated as well, but for you non-GTO buffs, those are the most prevalent. Dismantling any old car is an exercise in patience, and the GTO was no exception. During our conversations, Steve mentioned that preserving all the trim and interior pieces was extremely important due to the rarity of the car, and unlike many of his other builds, reusing those parts was integral, as he wanted to keep the integrity of the car intact.

Once apart, extreme care was paid to the exterior body panels in regards to getting them straight along with making sure that every seam and body line matched perfectly. At this time, the inner wheel tubs were increased by 1-inch on each side to accommodate a 305-series rear tire. This modification required caution, as ample room was still required to allow for the convertible top to retract into the rear cowl.

Based on renderings done in conjunction with Eric Brockmeyer Design, Steve and the GTO’s owner determined that the car was to be painted Celine Bronze, a color Steve first viewed while doing some in-person research at a local Aston Martin dealership. It was then sent to Mick Jenkins of Pomona, CA who made sure the final paint and body was flawless.

Thankfully, Steve also believes in the philosophy that bigger is not always better, and as such he was careful when choosing his wheel and tire package. HRE RS101 wheels with a clear powder coat and dark bronze centers were chosen in sizes 18×9-inch for the front and 19×11-inch in the rear. Tires come in the form of sticky Pirelli P-Zero’s in sizes 255/40R-18, front and 305/35R-19, rear. Running a staggered stance gives the car just enough rake to look sinister, with the upper lips residing just inside the fender wells. Not only does this make for a spot-on stance, but there’s an air of built-in aggression that works beautifully with the overall design.

From the start, the GTO was to be focused around drivability, which is why selecting the correct power plant was of the utmost importance. To achieve this, Steve took full advantage of the millions of dollars spent by General Motors on R&D, and opted for a supercharged LSA crate engine and a 4L80e 4-speed overdrive transmission. These two items, combined with the factory computer, harness, and ancillary items such as the intercooler, intercooler pump, and the air intake system, all insured that reliability would be a non-issue. Well-built and well-designed components rarely fail.

When asked what he thought about the hot rodders of today utilizing modern technology Steve mentioned something that rang very true, “Most of the time, the OEM plug-n-play stuff is better than our aftermarket stuff. Why? It’s not because we’re stupid, it’s because that stuff is built together as a unit and they have millions and millions of dollars of R&D, so taking advantage of that when it works for your project is a great thing. Guys have been taking stuff from junkyards, redoing it, and putting it back on the street since at least the 1920’s and 30’s. Hot rodders have been stealing from what the OEMs made to make their junk go faster and look better, and as such, we hot rodders are some of the first recyclers of automotive components.”

When you break it down, his train of thought makes perfect sense. What lives under the hood of this GTO is essentially what’s powering a 2015 Cadillac CTS-V Coupe, and that my friends, is a very good thing.

Looking inside the car, the first thing you notice is that much like the exterior, the cabin of the GTO is not overly complicated. Instead it represents a beautiful combination of materials and forethought that brings the physicality of the interior up to the standard of a modern luxury coupe. The stock dash for instance was removed and recovered with beautiful chocolate brown leather with contrasting white stitching. Black-faced VHX gauges from Dakota Digital were then installed to cope with the new engine harness. And then, by keeping and refinishing the original knobs and bezels, Steve managed to keep the dash’s overall feel authentic without being over the top.

While the dash is beautifully crafted, it will be the treatment given to the seats and door panels that will set this build apart. With decades of experience, the team over at Gabe’s procured some buttery soft leather to be used for the seating surfaces, along with a stylish mesh that I’ve yet to see utilized in another build. Walking up to this car, top down, is a feast for the eyes and the attention given here helps the GTO come together in a wonderfully cohesive package.

I looked over this car for the better part of eight hours, examining just about every part of it. However, it was when Steve asked me if I wanted to drive it that truly got me excited. Climb in, turn the key, and the GTO fires to life in the same fashion as any modern vehicle. There’s no pumping of the pedal, no fumes, and absolutely no drama. The original Pontiac shifter feels perfect in the hand and dropping the car into gear is as simple as pressing down on the PMD button and sliding the stick back a few clicks.

For comparison, stock GM convertibles from the late 1960s and early 70’s were awful. Yes, they provided an enjoyable driving experience, but good wow did they squeak, rattle and flex! With the GTO, there was none of that. Closing the door was met with a solid “THUNK” and once underway, there wasn’t a hint of a squeak or rattle. In fact, driving the GTO at speed had me forgetting about how terrible these things were from the factory. This partly comes down to the door linings, additional sound deadening materials and obtaining great door latches and strikers, not to mention the ultra-rigid chassis. In the end though it comes down to a theme of quality that can be seen throughout the car. From the builder, to the body and interior shops, to the detailed inspection of every part used before they’re installed, the attention to detail here is something others should use as a benchmark.

Here was a classic convertible that let you have a conversation without raising your voice. It is composed and planted with the on-road confidence of a modern performance vehicle. There was brute force power when you wanted it, loads of brake when you needed it, and luxury that made you feel as if you were driving anything but a 1971 GTO. If there was a downside, it was only that the Goat drove so damn good that it made you forget you were piloting one of the coolest things on the road.

In the end, I’ll say this – if you’ve got the means for your dream car, then talking to Steve Strope at Pure Vision Design wouldn’t be a bad idea as this reimagined GTO is one of the few customs that exceeded every one of my expectations.

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[navigatingnewburgh]

NN POST JULY 9th 2018

NN POST JULY 9th 2018

So here we go again! More Alembic. Important council meeting tonight, Monday July 9th @7pm at: The Activity Center (401 Washington Street) This meeting unfortunately will not be recorded or broadcast, which in itself is a real bummer.

I unfortunately have gotten myself in a little bit of hot water with people I really look up to, respect, and need. I feel I owe it to NB to share the info that is shared with me, so I will press on. There is a lot of information and documents coming in and I will need more time to sort through some of it. The city has posted a lot of documents on their website that is back up and running thankfully https://www.cityofnewburgh-ny.gov/planning-development/pages/the-drc-redevelopment-project. As always, if I get anything wrong please let me know and I will correct it. I am in unchartered waters here so please forgive me if I get it wrong.

It's a shame this project is splitting this community. I think everyone is worn out on either side of the discussion. I asked a NB friend how I could share information about this project without ruffling feathers. His advice to me, and I think it's very good advice, is to pose questions. My questions and others that have been shared with me (listed below) may seem loaded to some and perhaps they are. I am not a fan of this project. I would prefer to slow things down and wait till the master plan can be updated properly and the entire view shed can be considered as a whole. I feel strongly that we would be better suited to repairing and developing the existing vacant buildings and I will always be against housing people of need in one facility or concentrated area. I am for affordable housing and supportive housing and mental health services, but not without really looking at where NB is with these things now. In my short time here it is clear to me that NB needs jobs and it needs unhindered investment without strings attached. The potential for tourism has been completely untapped. We have to find unique ways to attract people to this city to support the local businesses.

I think people are really very scared of the potential negative impact a project of this size could have. I know I am. I think rightly so. The city has worked very hard and so has its’ residents and stakeholders to make NB a better place for all that wish to be here. We all LOVE Newburgh, at least this is one thing we can all agree on.

A project of this scale and reach deserves to be carefully scrutinized and we better ask tough questions now because we can't un-build the project once it is approved and built. What is the rush? Initially this project was being pushed to save the DRC. Alembic's lead Architect went on the record at Thursday's Work session saying the DRC is static. Do you feel this project is ripping NB apart. Can it wait? Was the RFP process executed properly. Is this actually an RFQ and is the city open to more litigation for giving one bidder an added edge or preferential treatment. Is this project ‘highest and best use’ which are the guidelines for planning and zoning boards to consider. Where is the 60 million required for this project coming from and what happens if they go over budget. Who is paying the bond? Is it OK with you that the developer takes an 8 million dollar fee to build this project and then does not stick around to make sure it is successful or even well maintained? Who will deal with it if it is not successful? Who will be held liable? Who will make sure the best possible commercial tenants are located and properly serviced? What are the taxes that will be paid? Do they offset future growing expenses? Will the tax revenue grow as costs grow? What are the true tax repercussions based on tenancy? Are their future rental estimates accurate? Who will impartially analyze these numbers? Who will ensure this project is managed at the highest standard? Are you ok with the fact that the county will decide who gets to reside in the project? Will this be more space for the county to dump individuals nobody else wants? Are you ok with SRO's knowing other municipalities have outlawed them? There will be 73. What will happen to the project if the larger apartments don't rent? What happens if the commercial spaces don't rent? Does this project fall into the guidelines of the cities current master plan? Should we wait until the master plan is updated as the current one is approaching 10 years? How does this project compliment the rich history of Newburgh and what effect will it have on attempts to grow tourism? How does this design compliment the existing historical architecture? Is it an environmentally sound project? Is there enough parking? Do we have enough housing data collected to make such a big decision? Does NB need more supportive housing or does it have more than it can handle? Has the school board commented or calculated the impact on the school system. Have they been consulted? Does this project warehouse people of need or is it a diverse enough blend? Why not develop the existing homes of 500- 700 vacant buildings? How will this project affect the library and the college? Is this the best use of the only buildable lot on the view shed? Could the city get more money for the lot that could be used to fund an aggressive and coordinated attempt to secure grant resources to help city residents? How will this effect future developments? Do you like the project? Should Alembic develop some smaller projects so we really know what they are capable of building? Are you aware there are a lot of emails and foiled documents floating around that open up some serious questions? How is this project different than mid broadway whom may be suing the city as we speak? Is this project the same or different as safe harbors 2 blocks south? Will there be a healthy mix of diverse individuals? The growing need for affordable housing is a state and national issue. Should Alembic build their project in the town of Newburgh or New Windsor? Have you read HUDS concerns about consolidating minorities and people of need? Has there been a full analysis of what taxes could be generated with a market rate project? If you are for Alembic please email us at navigatingnewburgh@gmail.com, I would like to hear from you. Besides development I have only spoken to a few people who are pro this project.

My best to everyone in NB. Let's not let this project split us too much. Newburgh is in such a fragile place right now.

Thomas Burr Dodd NavigatingNewburgh@gmail.com

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