#converted jails

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Here's a cool conversion. It's a former jail that was built in 1908 and operated until 1978 in Corsicana, TX. It's only 1bd and 2ba, 1,195 sq ft, $495k. I wonder if there's room to put another bedroom. Let's look inside.

I like the open feel and the brick walls. The bars on the windows give it the feeling of authenticity. And, you can see the stairs that go up to the bedroom.

Oh, nice, a view of the tier.

Got the open concept main living space going.

I like the idea of cells as walls.

Cute kitchen.

Nice counter, too.

The 1st fl. bath is a shower. Very nice.

The bedroom. It's large. Takes up the whole 2nd level space.

Is that an original ceiling, or is it simulated to look like it was? I think that if they flipped the beds to be on the right wall, they could have 2 bedrooms.

That's nice- a little desk or makeup vanity behind the bed.

And, then it has an en-suite with laundry.

This must be a closet.

The roof top deck is lovely.

That's an original spiral staircase.

This is kind of odd, they left this huge opening in the side of the garage. Maybe they go in here to entertain and get out of the sun or rain.

The 3,833 sq ft lot is fenced in, which is nice.

https://www.zillow.com/homes/207-W-5th-Ave-Corsicana,-TX-75110_rb/127089116_zpid/

[hollyhomburg]

i sent mormon missionaries to my ex’s house so maybe try that

i'm 1000% going to do this, he's so violently christian that i think this would piss him off

[bloodyarn]

anonymous sent

babette, would you ever find it fun to put someone on a leash, perhaps? say, someone who is 6'5 and likes to wear a little cowboy hat? is akin to a puppy ouppy? asking for a friend.

     𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 .   unprompted interactions ────────────────────────

    ❝ That's a rather big puppy, no   ? ❞     She dearly hopes this was not some uncouth activity the stranger suggested. What's with people on leashes, anyway   ?   Well, hoping it was a puppy (wait, no, that would be worse,). But would the little lady find it fun   ?

   The little cowboy hat would be fun, though.

     ❝ OH   !  I GET IT NOW. That's this thing the southern people call rodeo, right   ?   I can't recall a leash playing a part in it, but who am I to decide the rules   ?   Tell your friend I would be very much open to try it out. ❞

[aroacettorney]

dont mind me. im simply just putting together a ludgercasey angst collection.

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[getting-messi]

Muslim boys on Twitter comparing Mohamed Salah putting up a Christmas tree to Andrew Tate a sex trafficker

[pantherxdrawz]

Is anyone else too lazy to just get a fucking account like the website wants (if it’s just free I mean) to get unlimited conversions and just keep hopping from website to website to convert files when ya have a shit ton?

just me?

okie

[did-we-imagine]

Gorgeous.

#have fun in superhell andrew tate

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This is insane! A couple, David & Yuge Bromley of Bromley & Co., turned an 1861 jail in Castlemaine, Vic, Australia into an estate. It's completely filled with their magnificent art collection (The diverse collection, also available for sale, spans 40 years, including Egyptian artefacts, Japanese ceramics, mid-century furniture, and over 100 artists' works). It has 11bds, 2ba, and is priced at $5M. You gotta see this one-of-a-kind property.

I'm not sure if this is the same entrance.

Can you believe all this stuff?

This entrance hall with the mezzanine doesn't look like a jail.

Love these chandeliers.

It's a massive home, but it's also a museum and tourist attraction.

I wonder how much this art collection is worth. It has to be millions.

How cool is this? Individual displays in the cells.

This would be the upper tier of cells. Art is everywhere.

Why would they want to sell this place and move all of this art. It must've taken a lot of work to convert it.

This looks a little dungeon-y.

I bet it takes a lot to maintain this place.

This looks like a snack bar.

Commercial industrial kitchen.

I wonder where the living quarters are. It has 11 bedrooms.

Must be a gift shop.

They made gardens with statuary.

More art to see on the grounds.

This is a nice entrance.

Maybe this is the residence garden. I'm disappointed that they don't show the residence.

The observatory tower.

It's a massive property. I'm actually surprised that it's not more than $5M.

It's about 4.27 acres.

https://www.realestate.com.au/property-house-vic-castlemaine-144562536

[b-u-n-n-i]

can this be solved with commerce

God I hope so...

[multistoty]

Liked for an obx au

"I have a job for you," Sarah said. She was once the prized daughter of a Mercher when he tried to have her murdered and sold into slavery for the sake of keeping up his reputation. Her boyfriend was high up in the dregs. Being homeless with a lot of money in the middle of Kettedam. The wraith must have seen her cut lip and black eye or the way she practically leaned into the company. Her freedom endanger should heleen find her. She went from an arranged marriage to hiding out attempting to prove the murderer and villain her father truly was. It was worth it to love and adore John B. Inej owed him, but she knew she could sweeten the deal. The blonde was not one to beg though her doe eyes probably spoke something. Her hand jutting out to show the raised tattoo on her arm. "And I can pay."

[scealaiscoite]

⋆˚࿔ prompt sets of three 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

write a piece featuring - in any capacity you can think of - all three things depicted in the given prompt!

¹⁾ a polka-dot bikini, a throw blanket and a pint glass

²⁾ a sliotar, a flat tire and a thunderstorm

³⁾ a teakettle, a fresh bruise and rosewater

⁴⁾ a chipped enamel bathtub, a blue sweater and basil leaves

⁵⁾ howling gale winds, an inflatable paddling pool and an oil lamp

⁶⁾ a fresh buzzcut, pink bubblegum and rolling tobacco

⁷⁾ gas station bandaids, a cellophane-wrapped bouquet and muddy footprints

⁸⁾ a lipstick print, skinned knees and stained-glass windows

⁹⁾ a busted streetlight, green olives and a teak countertop

¹⁰⁾ gun oil, red lace and an old armchair

¹¹⁾ a fresh tattoo, a sacristy, and guilt

¹²⁾ a corner booth, sweet patchouli and a wallet

¹³⁾ donuts, orange juice and a jail cell

¹⁴⁾ a cold red bull, shaking hands and broken traffic lights

¹⁵⁾ new graves, a busted headlight and silver rings

¹⁶⁾ handcuffs, brightly coloured building blocks and fir trees

¹⁷⁾ a shortwave radio, takeout containers and a bare lightbulb

¹⁸⁾ broken windows, waist-high grasses and lit matches

¹⁹⁾ orange segments, divorce papers and a front porch

²⁰⁾ horror movies, steaming showers and cold bedsheets

²¹⁾ brazilian lemonade, a split lip and daisy chains

²²⁾ a red convertible, a priest’s collar and dogtags

²³⁾ a corner office, parking tickets and greyhound races

²⁴⁾ bitten lips, army fatigues, and coca-cola

²⁵⁾ old wives’ tales, creaky stairs and cherry lipgloss

²⁶⁾ smooth whiskey, greying hair and warm hands

²⁷⁾ hospital food, full moons and a reconciliation

²⁸⁾ exes, candy wrappers and a twin bed

²⁹⁾ a rural motel, a pocket knife and iodine

³⁰⁾ a dirty martini, a dressing gown and blood under fingernails

³¹⁾ slept-in braids, a lamplit office and an explosion

³²⁾ blueberry pancakes, a restraining order and the taste of rum off someone’s lips

³³⁾ farmers’ market peaches, burnt coffee and houseplants

³⁴⁾ a late text, faded jeans and lightning strikes

³⁶⁾ desert air, zinnias and chocolates

³⁷⁾ an old truck, freshly turned earth and a tv dinner

³⁸⁾ wedding rings, wildfire and wrought iron gates

³⁹⁾ a hostage situation, evergreen trees and a pierced tongue

⁴⁰⁾ unripe strawberries, bitter wine and a kitchen table

⁴¹⁾ a head laid down in a lap, green tea and a break news announcement

⁴²⁾ a fire alarm, a flower-patterened apron and an ajar kitchen window

⁴³⁾ a jar of jam, two shots of vodka and a stack of car manuals

⁴⁴⁾ techno music at 4am, knitted jumpers and a broken watch

⁴⁵⁾ a green silk scarf, a pan of burnt food and the trunk of a car

⁴⁶⁾ bound hands, a crescent moon and laughter

⁴⁷⁾ a winter coat, a heatwave and fresh mangos

⁴⁸⁾ a thrift store sofa, a highrise apartment building and creaking floorboards

⁴⁹⁾ missing teeth, a house half covered in ivy and cheap beer

⁵⁰⁾ undeveloped camera film, stomach kisses and cigarette smoke

[elianaodeleya]

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[nanamiscocksleeve]

Livestream

Warnings: MDNI, camera fucking, just sex in general

A/n: IDEK. I was horny. *goes to horny jail*

You thought you had made it. You had convinced Kento to move to Malaysia, leaving behind sorcery for good. But of course, there came the question, how were you going to afford living there?

Even a country with a low cost of living wasn't free and you knew Kento would rather eat glass than go back into stocks and put his finance degree to use. You had savings sure, but neither of you wanted to live very frugally.

One evening, as the both of you came close to finishing your third glass of wine, you were visited by an insane thought. As Kento started pulling off your clothes, his lips tasting sweetly alcoholic as he played with your nipples, an idea came into your inebriated brain. As his mouth started leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on your neck, you slurred, "Kento why don't we do a live sex stream? People pay for that kinda thing ya know."

"Do they now?" His lips latch onto a nipple and suckle, eliciting a moan from you.

"They do. I think we could do it. All we have to do is set up a cam and register on a website."

He lets go of your moistened nipple with a plop, using his spit as lube to circle the hardened peak with his fingertip as he contemplates your words as best as he could.

"You think people would pay to watch us have sex?"

"It could be really hot. We won't see any of them. But imagine us, turning on all those people, all of them getting the show of their lives because we're not shy to show them what we could do."

As you continued to dirty talk to him it resulted in one of the best nights of sex you could remember. Both of you were into it, albeit, a little shy, to explore your exhibitionism kink so openly. However, with the agreement that if one didn't like the experience that you would stop, the both of you had registered on a website and started your live stream.

That was 2 months ago. Now with almost 25 thousand regular viewers, you and Kento fucked in front of the camera 3 times a week, and the money kept pouring in. You sometimes weren't even in your home, but at exotic locations, filming from fancy hotel rooms and gorgeous white sand beaches, not a care in the world.

It beat working a 9-5 and the both of you were good at it, no doubt. From just plain fucking to how-to's and a variety of other kinks such as bondage, edging, and male chastity, the viewers kept coming in and you were rolling in money. It was a dream come true. Getting paid for having sex with your partner. What else could you ask for?

You giggle as you set up for the next stream, the second bedroom in your house being put to good use. You agreed the bed you slept in together shouldn't be used for work and converting the second bedroom had been a good choice. As Kento undressed, preparing for the next stream, you adjust the camera to make sure it has the best views of the bed, and where your pussy would be when it was time.

"Feeling all right?" He strokes your hair as he checks in with you before you hit the "live" button.

"I am," you smile back at him and give him a soft kiss. "Let's do it."

And as you lay on the bed, Kento's broad body on top of yours, 25 thousand people from different parts of the world logged in, all of them putting in their credit card information as Kento fucked you, not a care in the world.

© nanamiscocksleeve original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating

[rassicas]

What are your initial thoughts on the newest Salmon Run stage "Bonerattle Arena?"

super fun to play on, the ink rails make for fun movement. it feels like an improved ark polaris (as in, they got rid of that horrible mid tide, which i honestly think wouldnt be as bad in s3 with egg throw but it did suck) .

i also like the bits of lore/worldbuilding we get from it too! from the speakers when the tide changes you can hear an announcer, really rare instance of hearing a salmonid speaking words instead of just the chirps and grunts you hear when fighting them. i think the only other instance of this is how the smallfry sings in ROTM. bonerattle was mentioned to have been converted from a penal colony (i assume it was a salmonid place of exile...?). i want to say this is the first mention of an actual prison in the splatoon world. what crimes would you have to commit to have ended up there. or was it a penal colony from the inklings that was long abandoned, and the salmonids claimed the area?

partially submerged jail cells with graffiti inside? (this makes me think it was more likely a salmonid prison)

what the hell happened here

[lizardsfromspace]

Okay this was left by @yourknightinshiningplastic on my megapolismancy post & I don't want to detract from a serious reply by tacking it onto a bit so

But yeah, you're right. It goes mostly unnoticed bc, well, small towns but small town cops are worse than city cops. In large part because they have so little to do, but need to justify their budget, but there's another factor too

Bc while it often feels like city governments are a police force with a government tacked on, in many small towns, this is literal, and the town is essentially run by cops who constantly fine and harass the citizens to prop up their budget. Like everyone knows about "speed trap" towns, where cops always lie in wait to catch passing speeders, but this is worse

There's an Alabama town with a population of a little over 1,000 that suddenly went from having a single cop to a whole department, who wanted to turn the town's community center into a jail, who spent lavishly on military vehicles in a town that had one robbery and no murders, and who would only let inmates go if they converted to Christianity. In this case many of the cops resigned & the force downscaled, but it's not alone. There's a town in Texas with 250 residents and 50 cops. There's a town in Mississippi where the white cops harassed black residents with impunity. The amazing part is, none of these are even the town I was Googling, there's just so many cases (most famously Ferguson, MO runs like this)

Basically it's the same militarization city police departments have undergone...but in an environment with no one to oppose them: no media scrutiny, no advocacy groups, and little government. In large swathes of America, the collapse of the government and the rise of fascism isn't a hypothetical, it's daily reality. They live in towns with relatively little crime but a vastly outsized police department that "finds" enough crime to keep up their massive budgets in fines; towns that either never had any benefits to their citizens, or are shuttering them to replace with policing (like that town that wanted to close the community center and make it a jail); towns that have no real services to their citizens, but have many ways to punish them, and where the city's police are both the only visible government workers & actively, openly hostile to their town, seeing them not as fellow citizens but in the same way an occupying force sees those they're sent to oppress. They're free to run the towns as their little dictatorships, out of eye of the public, unless their victims are lucky enough for a case to attract big-city media scrutiny; how many do we not know about?

None of this is new, towns have always run like this, but they weren't able to buy a tank before.

But the thing is, nothing actually happens in these towns. These people are as paranoid as city cops (not even in the top twenty most dangerous jobs in the US ftr), but in a place with no murders and very few violent crimes. It's paranoia that's wildly out of step with the Mayberry ass environs they're living in. Not to say that there isn't an inciting incident that caused all these towns to scale up into unchecked police states: it's just that the inciting incident is racist backlash to Black Lives Matter protests, and old school small town fears of the "city people" (read: minorities) coming into their towns to "wreck the place" (read: exist after sundown)

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Okay, so in one of the comments that you replied to in your “gold rush AU! Konig”, you stated that she’s heads over heels in love with him, but apparently hasn’t shown/told him yet. And even though he believes that she doesn’t love him, he’s still so in love with her and just wants to make her happy. (That has got to pull at her heartstrings because this odd but kind man simply just loves her.)

Would you be willing to do a next part? Showing that she was just resisting what she knew along and that was that she does love and only wants him. Because although he went about marrying her immediately instead of taking the time to get to know each other and even though he’s from an European background, who is a giant with an accent and working to hit gold to support her financially, he’s still been nothing but kind, loving, and can apparently rock her world in bed! (Basically she was resisting in giving in into admitting she loves him because she had this WHOLE mindset/vision about how it was ALL gonna go down but since it didn’t go the way she thought it would, she was resisting his love for the “fairytale” version she wanted.)

Eventually she finally confesses that she does love him but had to get to that conclusion slowly on her own terms. This of course makes him so happy and he feels so blessed to gain his wife’s love; he once again promises that he will do everything in his powers to ensure she’s happy for all the rest of the days of her life. Which he does because some time later he hits it big in gold which lets him upgrade the “shack” they’re living in to convert it into an actual home for them to spend the rest of their lives together (with future children).

And he asks her of what she wants him to buy for her since he can afford to get it for her, only for her to ask for a new and bigger (so he fits comfortably) reinforced bed; because she wants him to be able to rest properly in a comfortable bed AND she doesn’t want to hear it creak as he plows her into nirvana/heaven. This of course causes him to blue screen but once he reboots his brain, he promises that he’ll get the best bed that will not only support their nightly activities but be very comfortable for both of them.

It’s only once they get the new bed and use/“break it in”/“christen” it for the first time does he finally gets her pregnant on that first night.

Oh, your writings are just so good! 😊

Oh I love the bed scenario and König wanting to spoil her and the story about how he got her pregnant for the first time (you can’t tell me these two won’t have a small flock of annoying little kids running around eventually) so much! 😭💞

And I actually wrote a little something for this because people were putting me in jail for the roaring angst of the 1st part so here’s how these silly pookies got to their happily ever after:

Our pompous little mail order bride is, in fact, so in love with König that it’s not even funny.

It's so bad that she looks out the window and sighs as she waits for him to come home... Scoots away the minute she catches him in the horizon, of course. She has better things to do than wait by the window sill like some wanton prostitute!

She whimpers like one, however, when the door slams shut and her husband comes to grope her from behind, telling her he wants to take her on the table (there’s food there and they were supposed to eat first, what a horrible man!) Not to talk of getting wet just from the sight of him looming over her, she has no objections with getting spread on the sturdy planks for taking. She should probably be thankful that the dinner table is made of solid wood and is not some delicate piece hauled here from Europe because it could never take the brute force of König’s advances...

After they're both sated and done, he dares to dip his finger in one of the cast iron pots filled to the brim with stew. Has a taste while still inside her, only chuckles to himself when she furrows her brows from how uncivilised he is. What kind of a man barges in his home like a burglar, takes his wife on the table, then tastes the hearty stew like it’s only normal for a man to be hungry after plowing his lady until they're both shaking? Even the bed is about to break at night, these pieces of furniture have done nothing wrong to this man and yet he treats them like they're nothing but disposable bits of wood.

His lack of manners never ceases to astonish her; he even tries to give her a taste of the food too, and laughs when she pushes him away and straightens her skirts, how is she supposed to walk around with his seed running down her thighs? All the pretty things he got her from town are in need of a wash already, but she still hums a soft happy tune while looking at her reflection in the mirror, donning the pretty hat he just brought her along with coffee and flour. (She thinks he can’t hear or see her being visibly happy, but König takes mental notes every time her eyes shine a little brighter from his gifts. She's not lacking anything, that's for sure, and isn’t it nice that he remembered how she looked at that silly little hat when they walked by her favorite store…? Anything his princess wants, she shall have!)

Years and years of lonely digging in this harsh land far away from home have made her husband think that no woman could ever want him unless he buys their love, and she does enjoy the pretty little frills he brings her as offerings. But what would kill her is if he knew she had actual feelings for him… This was supposed to be an arrangement, a marriage between two adults, not a romantic passionate affair! That sort of thing only happens in books, that's the first thing she learned when she came here.

He should have courted her properly first, but now it's all ruined, there's no excitement and intensity... Except that her heart is always hammering in her chest, she feels like a trapped bird flitting inside her corset. She's always flustered when he goes under her skirts, her chest is about to collapse in on itself when she sees him flash a smile her way, carry her more silk and demurely apologize that the wrappings are dirty because of his hands, kiss her neck after copulation like it's the holiest place on earth...

And God Almighty, what would this man think of her if she confessed her love to him? He would probably laugh and think she’s a harlot who’s in desperate need of his cock, that she's indecent and impure…

Luckily, the brute is so stupid that he doesn’t see the way his little princess–as he now calls her–looks up at him when he traces her bottom lip with his thumb. She’s relatively sure he doesn’t notice the tiny gasps just before she comes, the helpless, adoring stares she shoots at him right after, because that glassy, worshipping stare of his own is only born of lust, that’s for sure.

He can’t see her figure flash in the window when he’s walking towards home, she’s made sure of that…

Or has she?

The man is dumb, but he’s not a total simpleton, even if his eternal sadness is slowly turning into a teasing, an even hungrier form of love. She fears he will simply devour her one of these days if he knew how deeply in love with him she is as well...

And she fears herself even more than she fears him. Didn’t the priest warn about exactly this kind of simple-minded, wanton lust in his last sermon? She was always taught that marriage is supposed to be about companionship and genial living together, not about sweaty, toe curling, mind numbing copulation.

They’re fornicating like animals in the little shack she has grown so fond of, shy to the changes he’s talking about every day since he struck some large gold vein. He openly fantasizes about getting them a large house, a small manor, even, and she knows it’s all just for her because this man is content with very little… So little, that he accepts any small crumb of affection she gives him like it’s an entire rain of manna from heaven.

And it’s only because she’s ashamed that she can’t show her true feelings for him. The gentlemen of the city now feel like fancy peacocks compared to this burly man who’s not afraid to get his hands dirty and his dick wet. Those men look delicate and boring and ridiculous next to the hairy giant who’s forearms she stares in the evenings like they’re her own personal cancan show.

It’s crazy, how she looks at him like he’s nothing but a piece of meat – are women even supposed to feel this way? She should say her prayers, because her foreign husband looks like a god while sharpening his ax by the fire, with slow, deliberate movements, the trembling hands finding a smooth, strong dance only when they’re wielding a pickaxe or a whetstone or a knife.

He catches her staring once, her frightful stare big and helpless in the flickering flames, and he gives her a sad, longing smile in return.

“I’m sorry, princess,” he gruffs softly. “Ich weiss… I know I should shave...”

Her head gives an involuntary shake, minimal and shy, because she doesn’t want him to shave. She adores that coarse stubble that leaves her skin red and irritated, she loves how he looks when he has so much going on in his life that he doesn’t have time to groom himself.

“No…?” He asks hesitantly, straightening a little on the chair that’s really only a piece of log. “You like it like this...?”

She nods. Shyly again, and just once, while her eyes drift on his lips.

It’s intimate, how the silence envelops them with both tension and grace. It’s all she can give right now, and he knows it, knows also that this whole exchange is basically a love confession. Her affection, her want, her dedication and surrender soar and swell all at once, and he can see it... All of it.

He rises, and abandons the ax, his softening stare never leaving hers. He walks to her like a gentleman, like he's Mr. Rochester himself, like she was Ms. Eyre – although she doesn’t want to be Jane Eyre and she doesn’t want him to be a dark, handsome gentleman. She wants him to be just as he is, the stranger from the North who works hard and loves even harder, who picks her up like she’s an angel and not a lady.

“Let’s get you to bed, hmm?”

His gaze is so soft, it’s starting to relax into some knowledge she has in her foolishness betrayed.

But it’s alright… Everything’s just as it should be.

She wraps her hands around his neck and whispers, “Yes,” and the smile that tugs at his lips finally melts into one of those I knew it smiles he sometimes wears when he brings her something nice from the town.

He doesn’t push her to reveal more information about how much she loves his stubble, but he does make her scream it out into the warm cottage air as he goes down between her legs. She doesn’t want to know what the local priest would say about this: a man making his mark on the insides of her thighs with that scraping beard, how he makes her core throb with his ever-hungry mouth. She doesn’t even care.

It’s a paradise and an inferno, where he’s sending her to, and who knew a brutish digger from some distant land could suddenly be so eloquent with his tongue? Who knew a man could do things like these to a woman...? Who knew married life could be like this?

“You liked that, didn’t you, princess,” he asks when he’s done with her, and holds her surprisingly gentle when she’s still shaking and squirming softly on the bed. Not God, not even the Devil, could cloud the full blown affection in her eyes. She’s in love – it’s not just lust, but love she feels for this man, and she feels like a fool for not recognizing she had gold in her hands all along.

“Yes,” she says, then smiles, then laughs, because it’s fairly obvious that she can’t speak those words even if she wanted to. He wrecked her so completely...

“I told you I’d make you happy, Sonnenschein.”

He smiles a little, looks down at her like she’s nothing but a baby who finally stopped her eternal crying.

“Oh I’m more than happy,” she says, this time tears clouding her vision, happy tears born from being free from years of imprisonment. He doesn’t strike her as the kind of man who cries, but there’s a faint glow in his eyes as well, a shimmer that both takes her in and pulls her under. This is something they don’t talk about in church... This is a thing they never write about in books.

She lays her hand on him, on the coarse cheek that is now slightly wet from a single tear.

“You’re crying,” she whispers, because her voice wouldn’t carry the weight of her words at this point.

“Ja…? Well... I’m happy too,” he explains, with a shortness of breath and a confusion to his voice.

He blinks the rest of it away, but the sweet moment stays, lingers on until she draws him into a kiss – another thing they never talk about in novels, a woman kissing a man – and she tastes both him and her on his lips, how well he loved her, and when he moans slightly from her reciprocating that love, she holds him closer, closer, closer… Until he shivers too.