#gold coast auction

[ranatsume]

3.20.25

Cym. Granny Smith 'Tee Pee'

[3liza]

On Earth Day in 2022, President Joe Biden stood among cherry blossoms and towering Douglas firs in a Seattle park to declare the importance of big, old trees. “There used to be a hell of a lot more forests like this,” he said, calling them “our planet’s lungs” and extolling their power to fight climate change. The amount of carbon trees suck out of the air increases dramatically with age, making older trees especially important. These trees are also rare: Less than 10% of forests in the lower 48 states remain unlogged or undisturbed by development. The president uncapped his pen, preparing to sign an executive order to protect mature and old-growth forests on federal lands. “I just think this is the beginning of a new day,” Biden said. But two years later, at a timber auction in a federal office in Roseburg, Oregon, this new day was nowhere to be seen. As journalists and protestors waited outside, logging company representatives filed through a secure glass door to a room where only “qualified bidders” were allowed. Up for sale this September morning were the first trees from an area of forest the Bureau of Land Management calls Blue and Gold. It holds hundreds of thousands of trees on 3,225 acres in southern Oregon’s Coast Range. Forests here can absorb more carbon per acre than almost any other on the planet. A week after Biden’s executive order, the Blue and Gold logging project had been shelved. Now it was back on. The BLM is moving forward with timber sales in dozens of forests like this across the West, auctioning off their trees to companies that will turn them into plywood, two-by-fours and paper products. Under Biden, the agency is on track to log some 47,000 acres of public lands, nearly the same amount as during President Donald Trump’s first term in office. This includes even some mature and old-growth forests that Biden’s executive order was supposed to protect. An Oregon Public Broadcasting and ProPublica analysis found the bureau has allowed timber companies to cut such forests at a faster pace since the executive order than in the decade that preceded it.

lesser evil 🤪

[blueiscoool]

$1 Million Worth of Gold Coins Stolen From 18th-Century Shipwrecks Found

After an extensive investigation, Florida officials recovered dozens of gold coins valued at more than $1 million that were stolen from a shipwreck recovery nine years ago.

The Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission announced in a news release Tuesday it had recovered 37 gold coins that were stolen from the 1715 Fleet shipwrecks.

The fleet of Spanish ships sailed from Havana, Cuba and headed to Seville, Spain on July 24, 1715. The journey was short-lived, as a hurricane wrecked the fleet just seven days later off the coast of Eastern Florida.

The first ship was discovered in 1928 by William Beach north of Fort Pierce, Florida, about 120 miles south of Orlando. Since then, gold and silver artifacts have been recovered offshore for decades following the first discovery.

In 2015, a group of contracted salvage operators found a treasure trove of 101 gold coins from the wrecks near Florida’s Treasure Coast, about 112 miles west of Orlando. However, only half of the coins were reported correctly. The other 50 coins were not disclosed and later stolen.

The years-long investigation by the state’s fish and wildlife conservation commission and FBI “into the theft and illegal trafficking of these priceless historical artifacts” came to a head when new evidence emerged in June, the news release said.

The evidence linked Eric Schmitt to the illegal sale of multiple stolen gold coins in 2023 and 2024, officials said. Schmitt’s family had been contracted to work as salvage operators for the US District Courts’ custodian and salvaging company for the fleet, 1715 Fleet - Queens Jewels, LLC. The Schmitts had uncovered the 101 gold coins in 2015.

During their hunt for the coins, investigators executed multiple search warrants and recovered coins from private residences, safe deposit boxes and auctions, the news release said. Five stolen coins were retrieved from a Florida-based auctioneer, who unknowingly purchased them from Schmitt.

Investigators used advanced digital forensics to nail down Schmitt as a suspect in the case. In most cases, digital forensics can recover data stored electronically on devices such as a cell phone, computer system or memory module.

With the help of advanced digital forensics, investigators identified metadata and geolocation data that linked Schmitt to a photograph of the stolen coins taken at the Schmitt family condominium in Fort Pierce, Florida.

Authorities said Schmitt also took three of the stolen gold coins and put them on the ocean floor in 2016. The coins were later found by the new investors of the fleet’s court custodian and salvaging company.

Throughout the investigation, the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission worked closely with historical preservation experts to authenticate and appraise the recovered coins sold by Schmitt.

Schmitt is facing charges for dealing in stolen property, the release says.

The company commissioned to salvage the shipwreck said in a statement it “was shocked and disappointed by this theft and has worked closely with law enforcement and the state of Florida regarding this matter.”

“We take our responsibilities as custodian very seriously and will always seek to enforce the laws governing these wrecks,” the statement read.

Recovered artifacts will be returned to their rightful custodians, the news release said. But the investigation is far from over: 13 coins remain missing.

[official-james-b]

Knife to a gun-fight.

NARRATIVE RP - ONLY READ MODE - INTERACT IF WANTED.

PLEASE LISTEN TO THE MUSIC TO ENHANCE THE READING EXPERIENCE.

James didn’t have a destination in mind, just the need to get away. The rumble of his motorcycle engine drowned out most of his thoughts, but not the beats of the phonk music coursing through his headphones. The low hum of bass, the gritty sound of underground rhythms, was the only company he really needed. He flicked the MP3 player’s wheel, letting the next track take over as he maneuvered the bike through the empty streets, the night air biting at his face.

The streets gradually narrowed, the city’s glow fading behind him as the road grew quieter. He steered his bike left down a forgotten path that led him to an overgrown, abandoned area at the edge of town. The Hollowbrook Bridge, a rusted behemoth that arched over a river far below, loomed ahead like a giant watching over the empty side-land beneath it. This part of town had been left to rot for years after the factories shut down, and now it only served one purpose — as a place to hide from the law, to do what needed doing in the shadows.

James wasn’t new to places like this. He’d found more than his fair share of chaos and trouble hidden in the quiet corners of the world. But tonight, something felt different. The stillness wasn’t quite right. A faint sound, muffled voices, drifted to him from beneath the bridge. He cut the engine of his bike without a second thought, coasting to a stop at the foot of the bridge’s rusted pylons.

He slid off the bike, boots hitting the gravel with a soft thud. The only light came from a few scattered lamps, their yellow glow too dim to pierce the thick fog creeping in from the river. Everything about the scene seemed eerie, out of place. Something told James that he wasn’t just about to witness a regular shady deal. No, this was something bigger, more dangerous, and definitely more valuable.

He moved slowly, stealthily, as he approached the shadows cast by the bridge. The closer he got, the clearer the scene became: men, dozens of them, unloading heavy crates from an old, beat-up van. The van itself was a wreck, covered in dirt and grime, but it seemed to hold treasures beyond measure. The crates had foreign stamps on them, logos and writing he couldn’t place, but the way they were stacked so carefully told him these weren’t ordinary goods.

A chill ran down his spine as he took in what was being smuggled. There was a Ming Dynasty porcelain vase, the kind that could fetch millions in the right hands. Not just any vase, but one that had been painstakingly restored and would go for top dollar at any prestigious auction house. There were Roman gold coins, meticulously stacked in a velvet-lined chest, waiting to be sold to the highest bidder. He spotted a pair of Egyptian golden scarabs, shining even in the dim light, and nearby, an entire Greco-Roman bronze shield stood, waiting to be whisked away.

Every item in sight screamed of history, culture, and priceless value. Greek jewelry, ornate with emeralds and sapphires, nestled in a crate next to Chinese jade sculptures, their smooth surfaces reflecting what little light pierced the night. Ancient scrolls, wrapped in cloth, peeked out from one of the boxes, probably filled with knowledge lost to the ages. He could already imagine the bidding wars, the ruthless auctions where these relics would be sold to the highest bidder — all stolen, all ripped from the hands of history.

James wasn’t in this for money. He wasn’t interested in any of this. But what he was interested in was the danger that seemed to ooze from every corner of this scene. These weren’t amateurs. These men were professionals.

The leader of the operation, a tall man with a weathered face and a scar slashing down his neck, barked orders at the others. His voice was sharp, commanding, as he directed the men unloading the crates. The man was dressed in dark, heavy clothing, his eyes scanning the area, always alert. Beside him was another figure, wiry and lithe, carrying a metal cart loaded with Roman relics — coins, swords, and shields all resting side by side like an ancient arsenal, waiting for the right buyer to claim them.

James stayed hidden, watching from the shadows. He wasn’t sure what he was hoping for, but something about this felt off. He needed to find out more. He needed to know who these people were and why they were doing this here, in the dead of night, beneath the rusting skeleton of Hollowbrook Bridge.

It didn’t take long for one of the smugglers to spot him. A lanky man with a rough face and a cigarette dangling from his lips took a few slow steps in James’s direction. His eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of James standing alone, too calm for someone who was supposed to be a bystander.

��You lost, friend?” the man asked, his voice thick with suspicion, his north-asian accent piqued.

James didn’t flinch. He simply lifted his chin, eyes locking with the smuggler’s, then returned to flicking his cigarette between his fingers. “Nope. Just here to see the show.”

The man’s eyes shifted, calculating, and before James could blink, he saw the glint of a gun being drawn from the man’s jacket. It wasn’t a surprise. It was the logical next step in a world like this — a world where people disappear, where life is cheap, and the stakes are high.

But James was quicker. He reached for the small knife strapped to his belt, flicked it open, and with a practiced motion, threw it at the smuggler’s hand. The blade lodged into the man’s wrist, and the gun dropped with a clatter to the dirt. A shout rang out, and the rest of the smugglers turned, weapons drawn, moving in on him.

The first smuggler, a thickset bruiser, charged at him, swinging a heavy fist. James ducked under the wild punch, his knee coming up into the man’s ribs with a sickening thud. The man stumbled back, gasping, but James wasn’t finished. He grabbed the man’s arm, twisting it, and threw him into one of the nearby crates. The wood splintered, and artifacts tumbled out, crashing to the ground.

Another smuggler rushed him, wielding a crowbar, but James dodged the swing with ease. He elbowed the man in the throat, and the smuggler dropped to his knees, gasping for air, struggling to breathe as his face turned purple.

The leader, enraged, drew a gleaming machete. He swung it with deadly precision, aiming for James’s neck. But James was faster, ducking under the swing, rolling beneath the man’s legs, and kicking him square in the back. The leader went down hard, the machete slipping from his hand and landing with a dull thud in the dirt.

One by one, the smugglers realized they were outmatched. The ones who didn’t try to run were quickly incapacitated — left writhing on the ground, clutching wounds or gasping for breath.

James moved swiftly, grabbing the phone from the leader’s pocket and dialing the cops. Yeah, sometimes the NYPD was the better option, really. “Yeah, it’s James,” he said casually, leaning against a bridge support, his voice calm despite the chaos around him. “Got a little situation down by the old warehouse. You might wanna check.”

He hung up, tossing the phone aside, and lit another cigarette, the smoke curling up into the night air, mixing with the faint scent of gunpowder and sweat. He glanced over the wreckage: stolen artifacts scattered across the cracked earth — Ming vases, Roman swords, Greek jewelry, Egyptian scrolls — all priceless, all lost to greed and absolutely nothing more.

But it was something else that caught his eye. Something smaller, tucked in a corner beneath an old crate. A box, old and worn, covered in dust, but intricately carved with symbols he couldn’t place. He knelt down, curiosity overtaking him, and opened it.

Inside was a ring. But not just any ring. It was a thing of beauty — a model of the Milky Way galaxy, a tiny, perfect rendition of the solar system itself. The ring had multiple layers, each one rotating in different axes, as if suspended in time. It was craftsmanship on another level, a creation lost to history, hidden in plain sight.

James slipped it into his pocket, a grin pulling at his lips. He’d saved so many priceless artifacts from being destroyed in the fight, and this… this was the one he deserved.

He turned and walked back to his bike, the night’s silence returning around him like a second skin. As he revved the engine, he headed back down the road, the hum of his phonk music filling his ears once more. The fight was over. The police would be here soon. And the box in his pocket — well, it was just the beginning.

NO PRESSURE TAGS: @oh-to-be-a-murderer @cursed-with-knowledge @thund3randrain @itzzkaylaaa @3thereality @lunamarvels

[hellishchrissy]

June, 1987

June gloom. That's the term Chrissy's college friends had used to describe the odd, suffocating fog that had seemingly taken over the entire coast in California, looming over the promise of the summer in Los Angeles.

It was a strange sight, the wall of fog like a physical being in the horizon; suffocating her, pulling her in. Sometimes it felt the same that it had felt back home in Hawkins. Suffocating, alienating. And the fog never failed to invite back the nightmares that haunted her. Of her mother, of Hawkins, of red, vengeful skies filled with creatures her father would've called "demon-like". 

Chrissy had left Hawkins for good in August of 1986 - she had often dreamed of getting away from her mother and the crushing weight of what could be considered the "high society" of Hawkins. In other words, an endless parade of church potlucks, charity auctions and dinners at their local country club. A painfully artificial smile plastered on Chrissy's glossed lips, her mother's reproachful voice in her ear if she accidentally spilled something on her dress. Endless greetings and hands she shook time after time, the perfect daughter with the golden cross dangling between her collarbones.

California and the freedom of college had been a breath of fresh air after eighteen years of suffocation. Chrissy had felt free for the first time since she was a child, free of judgement, free of the red skies. And occasionally, she almost believed that she was free of the knowledge of what lied below their own dimension.

And then her mother died on June 9th 1987, and Chrissy jumped on the first plane that flew out of Los Angeles in the early hours of the morning.

That first night back in Hawkins Chrissy woke up screaming, flashes of red skies and golden crosses in her mind. Her clammy hands clawed at her bare throat, almost confused that her fingers weren't entangling with the dainty, gold chains of neither her cross necklace or the ´86´ necklace that Jason had once gifted her.

She had left both necklaces in the drawer of her desk in Hawkins when she had skipped town, eager to let go of the chains that still tethered her to her mother and the memory of Jason.

That June, Chrissy felt like she was watching herself from somewhere else, hovering over her own body. Making promises to her father, swearing she'd stay until the end of summer to take care of her brother and to help with the funeral, the documents, all the miserable shit that Chrissy's father was dreading to do alone.

And so she stayed. Even with the nightmares, she stayed. It was easy enough to forget, to force herself not to feel real. The numbness was her salvation the days she had to go through her mother's things, the scent of her perfume still clinging to the clothes making her gag. The numbness helped her during the funeral, her thumb drawing absent-minded trails on the back of her brother's palm as he clutched onto hers.

Nothing felt real, and Chrissy was so, very grateful for it.

Until the day a pair of all too familiar brown eyes met hers across the vegetable isle of the supermarket; that's all it took for Chrissy's facade to crumble, and she was no longer numb.

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[ltwilliammowett]

The Middelburgse Commercie Compagnie (MCC) Ship's crew and their duties

Tw: The following is about the crew of a ship that was involved in the slave trade during colonisation. If you don't want to read this please skip this post

The Middelburgse Commercie Compagnie (MCC) was a Dutch private commercial enterprise founded in 1720. In addition to trade with the ports of the Baltic Sea and Mediterranean Sea, the MCC was also involved with the triangular, or trans-Atlantic slave trade.

On a trans-Atlantic slave voyage, ships left the European homeport loaded with cargo (trading goods) for the coast of West-Africa. There, these goods were traded for enslaved Africans, ivory and gold. The ship would then sail across the Atlantic Ocean to the colonies in North- and/or South-America.

There, the Africans were sold either at public auctions, or privately to plantation owners. They faced a future of enslavement, working on one of the many sugar, coffee, tobacco and cotton plantations. The ships returned home to Europe, loaded with plantation produce.

Ranks

The following ranks could be found on board:

1. Captain 2. First Mate 3. Second Mate 4. Third Mate 5. Master Surgeon 6. Surgeon’s Mate 7. Master Carpenter 8. Carpenter’s Mate 9. Boatswain 10. Boatswain’s Mate and Sail Maker 11. Master Cooper 12. Cooper’s Mate 13. Cook 14. Corporal 15. – 32.  Sailors 33. – 34 . Sailor’s Mates 35. – 37. Ship’s Boys

The captain was lord and master of his ship. The first four crew members were the first officers. Together, they formed the Ship’s Council, organized by the captain when major decisions needed to be made, or a declaration put together. For those cases which affected all the crew members, the boatswain was also included.

Numbers 7 to 14, from Master Carpenter until Corporal, were the second officers. The sailors formed the next rank, amounting to 16 men. They were followed by the sailor’s mates, sailors without any experience. Lowest in rank were the ship’s boys. Together, the sailor’s, sailor’s mates and boys were called the ‘ship’s folk’. The boatswain was the leader of this group.

The duties

Life on board the ship was hard and dangerous for the crew. There was always plenty of work on the ship itself, even without trading on land. Always something to repair, or clean; sometimes the sails needed to be unfurled, or put away again, and the watch had to be kept 24 hours a day.

The captain was the commander. Normally, the captain would keep the logbook, but not all of the captains’ logbooks have been preserved. In the logbook the course and weather were noted, together with any repairs done on board and the trading activities.

The first mate held the prime responsibility of navigation. In absence of the captain the first mate was in control. The first mate was also responsible for the cargo and for the stowing of the goods in the hold.

The second mate could also steer the ship, and responsible for navigation after the first mate.

The third mate was responsible for navigation after the second mate.

The second and third mate were in charge of the sails.

The constable was not always a single rank. This function was usually carried out by the second or the third mate. The constable took care of the canons and the ammunition. The Unity was armed with 10 canons (6 three-pounders and 4 two-pounders) and 6 tail-pieces. When the cannons were not being used, the constable had to make sure the cannons were tied up and would not start rolling in case of stormy weather. He also had to turn the gunpowder and roll the barrels to prevent the gunpowder from clotting together. He was also responsible for the handguns and ammunition on board. The gun chest in the captain’s cabin contained 16 hand guns, 12 pistols, 16 swords and 6 blunderbusses.

The surgeon was given the task of medical care on board of the ship. He was assisted by the surgeon’s mate.

The master carpenter was the first responsible carpenter. He had to take care of the maintenance of the ship, the boats and the rowboats. He was assisted by the master carpenter’s mate. Together they had to be able to manufacture masts and rigging.

The boatswain was a second officer. He kept an eye on the shrouds, especially those of the main mast. The shrouds are the ropes of the ship. The ‘standing shrouds’ are all the fixed ropes which support the masts. The ‘walking shrouds’ are the loose ropes. Lower in rank were the boatswain’s mate and all the sailors. The boatswain’s mate assisted the boatswain. In the case of The Unity he combined this function with that of sail maker. The sail maker had to repair ripped or damaged sails, as well as being capable of making new sails.

The head cooper supervised the opening of barrels.

He was assisted by the cooper’s mate. The coopers on board put together water barrels on the coast of Africa, the materials for which had been taken on board in Europe.

The chief steward was like the costable not always a single rank This function could have been taken on by various crew members, such as the second mate, the third mate, the boatswain or the cooper. The chief steward’s main duty was the distribution of food and drinks. He had to supply the cook with the daily food. The chief steward also had to keep the captain informed about the level of supplies.

The cook supplied the entire crew with food. He had to cook for both the higher officers and the rest of the crew. It is not entirely clear what part he played in the preparation of food for the enslaved Africans. A separate galley was built for the Africans.

The corporal or smith had to ensure the smaller hand guns stayed in prime condition.

The tasks of the sailors included: keeping the watches and helping the ship stay on course; loading and unloading; the cleaning, tarring and caulking of the ship; the taking down and putting op of the sails. Sailors basically serve as the lower officer’s helpers.

The sailor’s mate was a sailor of lower rank, an unpracticed sailor. The sailor’s mates serve as the helpers of the sailors.

The lowest rank on board of the ship was that of ship’s boy. Ship’s boys were younger than 17, and did most of the odd jobs around the ship.

One or more of the crew members will have fulfilled the function of ‘drummer’. The drummer gave signals during the changing of the watch and when a ship or boat left the ship, when they went on land or came back on board from other ships.

[estera-shirin]

Ketubbah — Cochin, India ca. 1790

According to the museum: "The Jewish community of Cochin, a city of the western coast of southern India, has an almost thousand year history. This decorated Ketubah from Cochin is one of the oldest known from that city.  It is also one of the most beautiful, with its elaborate Islamic style floral design on the gold background. The Ketubah was purchased in India in the first half of the 19th century by an English missionary, Joseph Wolff.  It was brought to England and given as a gift to a Christian Hebraist, John Hookham Frere (1769-1846).  This is all recorded on a sheet attached to the back.  The Ketubah resurfaced in the last decade in a local auction in England. Since the establishment of the State of Israel, most of the Jewish community of Cochin has immigrated to that country.  Today only a handful of Jews remain in Cochin. The artistic design of this Ketubah is an excellent example of the integration of local cultural and artistic influences into objects of Jewish life. This wedding took place on February 17, 1790 (3 Adar I 5550).

Groom:                             Avraham Ben Meir

Bride:                                Matzla Bat David Cohen"

[staticspaces]

Walden North

Find the video tour here!!

Today we on to Vernon's office, we check out some of the bedrooms as well as some more exterior views!!

Hidden away on the east side of the Coast Mountains within British Columbia, Canada, lies this fortress of an abandoned house. Sitting atop a cliff overlooking a creek the mansion which was built in the 1970s by Vernon Pick, is slowly rotting away.

Vernon was born in Wisconsin in 1903 and left home at the age of 16 and joined the US Marines a year later. He was a gold miner in Manitoba before running an electrical company for 17 years in Minneapolis, then moving back to Wisconsin, there he built a hydroelectric generator to power a derelict flour mill which he then converted into an electrical workshop. In 1951 a fire destroyed his workshop, so he and his wife Ruth bought an Airstream and headed west.

Then at the age of 48 he spent nine months prospecting for Uranium in Utah Canyonlands. When down to his last $300, he then lucked out and struck it rich, this catapulted him into wealth and nationwide fame and he was given the name “Uranium King of America”.

He sold his mine for $10 million and with this new found wealth, he bought an estate in California and renamed it Walden West, he converted it into a research facility and staffed it with scientists to try and develop a cheap source of nuclear power.

In 1965, with the Cold War era in full swing, Pick chose to abandon Walden West and decided to build a compound in the rain shadow of the Coast Mountains of BC, since the area would be heavily protected from nuclear fallout. He named it Walden North, there were two homes, a workshop/laboratory, a hydro electric dam as well as his mansion on the cliff that was accessible by a tram.

Vernon died in 1986 from cancer. Pick's belongings and equipment were auctioned off and the mansion has seen little use since.

The property is active with the hydroelectric dam still producing 16 MW of power which is enough for about 8000 homes.

As for Vernon's home, the current owners have built stairs to the roof, presumably to do repairs, hopefully this house will get to live another day.

[canonicallysoulmates]

J2 Gold Panel Minncon 2023

Quick psa/reminder that this con took place while the actor’s union, SAG-AFTRA, is on strike. This means the boys cannot talk about any past, present, or future projects. But for the sake of clarity, I will be mentioning projects the boys are referring to by name.

Before the panel starts Jared notices a fan with an I heart Jensen sign, and says he does too.

Jared shows off a bit of his and Jensen's unspoken lingo, he does the sign for a brief pause. They got it from their director, Jensen says they had a lot of different hand signals for communication, and they also had names for certain types of shots. Jared mentions they had a friend in Van who's a larger individual and was always smoking pot so if they start the scene with a high and wide shot they'd call it the Murph. When the camera is on the dolly track and does a creep in if it's a little creep they'd call it a Mickey Rooney then Jensen says there are other ones they won't mention because they're very inappropriate.

Jared reminds fans that actors are currently on strike and thanks the fans for their understanding if there are any questions that they cannot answer. Jensen says that Jared can talk about his gardening skills and Jared says he loves him some zucchini and that he harvested some the previous week...I'm not gonna say it, but you know what I'm thinking 😉

Do they follow the Texas country music scene?

Jared always goes back to when in High School or Middle School Robert Earl King. Or Pat Green.

Jensen mentions Jerry Jeff Walker. He also says Texas certainly has its own country core, it's not like traditional Nashville country. x

The next fan had already asked Jared this question and now they want to know Jensen's answer: what kind of car would he have if money was no problem?

He doesn't have a holy grail and the reason he doesn't is because if he did he'd spend all his time figuring out how to get it; he'll watch car auction shows, used to watch them with Clif, and every one of them he'll want. He did see one car once, he and Jared had the opportunity to go to Concours d'Elegance which is the best, greatest car show there is in Pebble Beach. They close off the 18-hole golf course and line up the cars all along the fairways. It's right there on the coast and they were walking past the pre-world war cars and he saw an Austin Martin that took his breath away. He was like "this is outrageous you probably can't even get your hands on this" but if he ever had the opportunity to own something like that- he took more pictures of that car than any other car. x

The next fan doesn't have a question, they just wanted the boys to wish her a happy birthday and also show the tattoo she has of Jensen's face on the inside of her thigh, which took her 6hrs to get done. Jared jokes Jensen can't last six hours 🤣

What's the backstory behind the bracelets Jensen sometimes wears?

They've all been gifted to him by someone in his life, usually his wife or his daughter but he has friends that he has also traded with; there's always some sort of a back story to what he's wearing he doesn't usually go shopping and just buy stuff.

Then they get told a naughty joke: if a blackbird has black babies and a bluebird has blue babies what bird has no babies? A swallow. Both men have to walk away from the mic 🤣

Jared asks the next fan if they have any babies and even he's wondering why he says what comes into his head 😂

If they had to pick tattoos for each other what would they pick out?

Jensen points towards the fan that has his face tattoed on her inner tigh and says she already has it he would put his face on Jared's and Jared says "yeah I'd be more handsome." Gentlemen 👀

Jensen then says would put a bear growling on Jared's right hand. And Jared's like "why do they exist?" and Jensen just goes "to scare big things like you." Which I found a cute little exchange.

Jared would make Jensen get an enter at your own risk and an arrow pointing to somewhere that he's not gonna say but it would be in an old English cursive writing. Again 👀

Jared asks the fan what they would put on them and the fan replies that they would ask what they love and what describes them

Jensen comments that he and Jared had talked about getting something that represents SPN because when you're in it you're not thinking about how long the show is gonna go and so you know they talked about maybe getting the anti-possession tattoo or there was also talk about symbols of MOL but it's really come down that now that they're a few years removed from it and they're able to look back on it they're able to realize how big that part of their lives was for them and how forever it will be. That's not to say tattoos always have to be amazingly meaningful, some are just fun, but he feels they would because of how that show impacted their lives. x

If they were in Van and had a ping pong tournament with the cast and crew of SPN who would make it to the gold round and come out the victor?

They would. Jared says he thinks it happened a few times and they had to hide said ping pong table from them because they would sweat their makeup off.

Jensen says they would play that game so intensely as if they were running a marathon. They would be called back on set and be out of breath, show up panting- they had very intense games. I wanna make a dirty comment so badly involving the other things they were probably might have been doing on that ping pong table but I'm gonna keep it moving.

Jared says they represented Texas pretty damn well, and they're asked if they doubled up or destroyed the other. Both say it was pretty split, pretty even. It got to a point where they were just exposing each other's weaknesses like Jared would figure out Jensen's forehand was a little weaker that day so he'd send it straight into his forehand. x

Next is a fan wanting to know what they thought of her tattoo, and if they could give her artist a shoutout. They thought it was really awesome and the artist did a great job. x

If they go to a diner how likely is it that they would actually order a salad and a cheeseburger?

Jared says at a dinner he's kind of greasy spoon type of guy so like a burger or something. That's at a diner, but he probably orders salads more than burgers.

Jensen would probably go burger or burrito if they have it. And Jared says that's cause it's probably 2am, probably on the way home. He knows hubby so well 🥰

Jensen comments there's a dinner close to where he lives that they go to sometimes, and he's a creature of habit so they have this big massive burrito that he has no business eating all of but he does.

He mentions it has hot sauce so the fan asks if they like spicy food, they do, and Jensen says he likes jalapeños on his pizza all the time. They also mention Hot Ones and how they'd like to do it. x

J2 Gold Panel Minncon

[ranatsume]

3.18.25

Cym. Granny Smith 'Tee Pee'

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Gold Coin Reveals Unknown British King

New light has been shed on a little-known part of British history thanks to the extraordinary discovery of a coin bearing the name of a forgotten Iron Age ruler in Hampshire, south-east England.

The coin, which has the inscription “Esunertos,” was discovered by a metal detectorist in a field in Hampshire. Esunertos may have ruled as a king from the powerful Danebury Fort, according to experts’ speculation, and this find has been hailed as “one of the outstanding discoveries of recent decades.”

Leading Iron Age experts have studied the coin and deduced it to be struck by a pre-eminent male figure dubbed ‘IISVNIRTOS’ whose name translates as ‘Mighty as the God Esos’.

The coin was struck sometime between 50 and 30 BC, shortly after Julius Caesar’s first Roman raid of Britain in 55 BC.

The coin, which is thought to have been produced between 50 and 30 BC, was struck in conjunction with Julius Caesar’s first Roman raid on Britain in 55 BC when the Roman general and his 20,000 soldiers landed on the Kent coast. Despite a confrontation with Celtic warriors on the beach, the Romans encountered difficulties landing due to rough seas and eventually had to return home.

Gregory Edmund, Iron Age Coin Specialist at Spink Auctioneers said: “This fabulous piece of prehistoric artwork completes the mental image we have when we think of Iron Age Britain – the war horse and chariot.

“But it also surprises us with the appearance of classical languages like Latin.

Dr John Sills of the Celtic Coin Index at the Ashmolean Museum said: ‘It is one of the outstanding discoveries of recent decades in Celtic numismatics.’

Initially, it was anticipated that the gold coin would sell for around £4,000 ($5000) at auction. But contrary to all expectations, it broke a record at Spinks Auction by selling for an astounding £20,400 ($25,500).

The coin was found by Lewis Fudge, a metal detectorist who received permission to search a farmer’s field in March this year. Lewis Fudge expressed his elation, stating:

“I am over the moon. If it were not for people in the auction room, I would have jumped around. The collectors I spoke to are gobsmacked. I’m so glad I did not take them up on their private offers before the auction. To think my find has generated its own Wikipedia page is incredible.”

Spink Auctions describe the coin as a quarter slater with the obverse side of the coin bearing the name Esunertos in Latin, and with the worn head of Apollo formed of three interlocking rows of outward facing crescents, a seven-spoked wheel at center in lieu of the ear, and an eye of visage with radiating spike towards the neckline.

The reverse of the coin has a tripled-tailed horse, with a pincer-like mandible for face and linear ear, with pelleted mane, yoke or bucranium above the head, an 8-spoked wheel above spearing into the horse’s back, and double or triple ringed annulet below.

By Leman Altuntaş.

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Ollie has some different iterations of how he got his start, what's your favorite?

Golden age(More Fun Comics #89)

Way off from the rest, this isn't very close to any other origin

Oliver was never even stranded, instead Roy was trapped on a mountain called lost Mesa with his father's servant after they were in a plane crash that killed Roys father.

Oliver was a wealthy archeologist with a fascination of native Americans instead of Robin Hood, and that's what led him to practicing the bow.

His collection was destroyed during a failed robbery, and soon after he was off to start a new collection, with some goons on his tail going to steal some gold.

Chaos ensues

Good guys win, bad guys die(but the good guys didn't technically murder, so it's all good) crushed by gold, the same gold or heroes use to fund their heroic adventures

Silver Age(Adventure Comics #256)

This is much more in line with the story we know, rich playboy accidentally falls off his boat and is deserted on Starfish island, here he created trick arrows as a way to survive(line arrow to bring in fish, meet arrow to catch more, drill arrow for coconuts) and continues to note native culture influencing his weapon choice

Soon he notices a ship which he swims to only to learn he's not out of danger yet is there has been a mutiny, chaos ensues and so Ollie begins his life as a hero using trick arrows as his saving grace

Post-Crisis 1 (Green Arrow(1983) #1, DC Super Stars #17, & Secret Origins(1986) #38

Here our rich playboy was having troubles with his girlfriend(or he might be in a singles cruise .... whatever) and goes for a calming boost ride when suddenly...PIRATES

He's thrown overboard and is stranded on the island where he perfected his archery skills and was able to defeat the very same pirates that marooned him and thus...chaos ensues

Ends up staying on the island for about 11 weeks

Post-Crisis 2 (Secret Origins(1989) #38 Green Arrow: The Wonder Year & Green Arrow: The Longbow Hunters)

This one starts with workaholic Oliver Queen taking his first vacation in years on his boat with a few women and his hero Howard Hill(the trick archer from Robin Hood) and after a few too many drinks(and some bad lobster) he falls off the ship while throwing up.

After being stranded on the island he eats some lizard and gains archery skills, until the island is visited by a couple of stoners checking in their plants and he was able to just take them to the coast guard (even though they probably would've just given him a ride)

Post-Crisis 3 (Green Arrow: Year One)

Andy Diggle kept the fandom of Howard Hill, but this time Ollie was buying his bow at a charity auction, after a few too many drinks he made a fool of himself and decided he would invite himself on his security guards vacation(using the Queen yacht).

Turns out "vacation" was really code for stealing $14 million and dumping Ollie into the ocean

Ollie washes up on an island that's a little less deserted then usual. Finding a village without any living people he was able to craft a bow and gain the skills needed to survive, but when he tries to get help from a passing plane....danger!

Ollie kills some folks and gets blowed up a bit, ends up with a bone sticking out his arm. Luckily a "worker" from the nearby opium slave farm helped him heal, and gives him a little something to deal with the pain, which works until his arm is healed, then he just needs to heal his new addiction.

Freshly clean he finds Howard Hills bow and gets ready for the final showdown, in the chaos that ensues he helps the escaped slaves takes down the entire cartel. Afterwards he's able to convince everyone that showed up(maybe the Navy?) that it was maybe mutineers or a couple stoners or something.

New 52(Green Arrow(2011) #0, 26-28, Secret Origins(2014)#4

In this one we get a partying Ollie throwing a rager on one of his father's offshore oil rigs, which is attacked by high tech pirates, who want to steal the oil, but Ollie intervenes, and chaos ensues.

Everybody dies (except a Merlyn fill-in)

After drifting to the island he hones his skills to become a skilled hunter, up until he's kidnapped and tortured for a few weeks until he made a daring escape(murder may have been involved)

Once out he fought the man that set up the entire thing, he didn't know it at the time, but it was his daddy

His father held a magic arrow and saw the future and what it would take to make Oliver become Green Arrow so he set it all up himself.

A couple weeks later his rescue boat arrived and Ollie clocks in about 12 months on that island

A Justice League comic hinted at Aquaman helped Ollie get off the island, but that didn't go anywhere

Anything I miss?

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from the source linked above, the work reputedly belonged to the last executioner for King Prempeh I (reigned 1888–1931) of the Ashanti Empire, which took up most of modern day Ghana, and who was eventually deposed by the British and his empire dissolved, its riches looted. Many of them eventually made their way to British museums.

The Science Museum's site states that it was purchased at auction in 1921, and that, "The auction catalogue indicates that it was taken by a ‘Major Irving’ during the Asante Expedition of 1895-6. Irving is likely a misspelling of R. A. Irvine who was an Assistant Inspector in the Gold Coast Constabulary during in 1895-6, later rising the ranks to become a Major in the West African Frontier Force formed by the British Colonial Office." It furthermore notes that "The Expedition ended with the destruction and looting of the Asante people’s homeland and Prempeh I’s royal palace. "

Necklace worn by Executioner

Executioner's chain of office, 19th century, Africa

From the Science Museum of London / jstor

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How Has the Demand for Jimboomba Property Changed in Recent Years?

Introduction: A Rising Star in South East Queensland

Located in the scenic Logan City region of South East Queensland, Jimboomba has experienced a noticeable transformation in its property market over recent years. Once a modest rural town, Jimboomba has rapidly emerged as a sought-after destination for homebuyers, investors, and developers alike. The increasing visibility of the key phrase property for sale Jimboomba in online searches and listings indicates a broader trend of growing interest in this flourishing locale.

Population Growth and Infrastructure Development

One of the most significant drivers of demand in the Jimboomba property market has been the consistent population growth in the region. Families and professionals are increasingly seeking a balance between urban convenience and a semi-rural lifestyle, and Jimboomba delivers on both fronts. With infrastructure upgrades such as road improvements, public transport enhancements, and new shopping centres, the suburb has become more accessible and attractive.

This infrastructural development has directly influenced the spike in property listings and searches for property for sale Jimboomba, reflecting a strong market response to growing buyer interest.

Affordability Compared to Metro Areas

As property prices in Brisbane and the Gold Coast continue to rise, many prospective buyers are looking outward for more affordable housing options. Jimboomba stands out as a viable alternative, offering larger land parcels, modern homes, and a peaceful lifestyle at more competitive prices.

This affordability advantage has significantly boosted interest in property for sale Jimboomba, particularly among first-home buyers and young families. The trend also appeals to retirees looking to downsize from city living while still enjoying access to essential amenities.

A Hotspot for Investors

Jimboomba's growth trajectory has not gone unnoticed by property investors. With rental yields remaining attractive and vacancy rates relatively low, the suburb offers solid investment potential. New housing developments and planned community projects are further enhancing its appeal, prompting a surge in property inquiries and transactions.

The investor focus on the suburb is evident in the increasing volume of listings and search activity related to property for sale Jimboomba, indicating a dynamic market environment fueled by long-term growth prospects.

Lifestyle Appeal and Community Atmosphere

The lifestyle offered in Jimboomba is a key factor behind its rising demand. Surrounded by nature reserves, equestrian centres, and recreational facilities, the area provides a serene, family-friendly environment. Local schools, health services, and shopping precincts cater well to residents, enhancing the livability of the region.

As more Australians prioritise lifestyle in their homebuying decisions, the frequency of searches for property for sale Jimboomba continues to rise, positioning the suburb as a leading lifestyle destination within Queensland.

Market Trends and Future Outlook

Recent years have seen a steady increase in median property prices in Jimboomba, though they remain competitive compared to nearby urban hubs. Buyer activity, auction clearance rates, and time-on-market indicators all suggest strong and sustained demand.

Experts forecast continued growth, supported by strategic development plans, population migration trends, and increasing recognition of Jimboomba's value proposition. This momentum is reflected in the digital footprint of the phrase property for sale Jimboomba, which has become a central term in regional real estate discourse.

Conclusion: A Region on the Rise

Jimboomba has evolved into one of Queensland’s most promising property markets, driven by affordability, infrastructure, lifestyle benefits, and investment potential. The surge in interest surrounding property for sale Jimboomba signals a significant shift in buyer sentiment, marking the suburb as a key growth area to watch in the coming years.

As the demand continues to grow, so too does Jimboomba’s reputation as a prime location for both living and investing—making it an increasingly important player in Australia’s dynamic real estate landscape.

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Jimboomba’s Property Market is Booming – Don’t Miss Out!

The demand for houses for sale Jimboomba has surged as more Australians seek spacious, semi-rural living with access to urban conveniences. Located in the scenic Logan region of Queensland, Jimboomba offers the perfect balance of tranquillity and connectivity. Buyers looking for investment potential or a dream family home are quickly turning their attention to this thriving area.

Why Jimboomba is Attracting Buyers

Jimboomba is becoming one of the most desirable locations in South East Queensland. Its appeal lies in its beautiful landscapes, large residential blocks, and family-friendly environment. Demand for houses for sale Jimboomba is fueled by several key factors:

Generous land sizes rarely found in metropolitan areas

Easy access to major highways connecting Brisbane and the Gold Coast

Expanding schools, shopping precincts, and healthcare facilities

A safe, community-oriented atmosphere perfect for families and retirees

Current Market Trends for Houses for Sale Jimboomba

The property market in Jimboomba has shown impressive growth over recent years. The number of listings for houses for sale Jimboomba has increased, with many buyers eager to secure land and property before prices climb further.

Market observations include:

Consistent price growth with strong capital gains potential

High demand for acreage homes with modern designs and outdoor spaces

Strong interest from both local buyers and interstate investors

Rental demand on the rise due to population growth in surrounding areas

What Makes Houses for Sale Jimboomba a Great Investment

Investing in houses for sale Jimboomba is not only about lifestyle but also long-term financial security. Some of the advantages for property investors and homeowners include:

Strong future growth as Logan's development plans continue to expand

Affordable entry points compared to Brisbane suburbs

Excellent prospects for rental yields due to growing demand

Potential for land subdivision and development, offering additional income opportunities

Choosing the Right Property in Jimboomba

Selecting the right property involves more than finding an attractive home. Buyers interested in houses for sale Jimboomba should consider the following factors:

Proximity to local schools, parks, and community centres

Accessibility to highways and public transport options

Lot size, with larger properties offering future flexibility

Home design and energy efficiency features

Potential for future infrastructure developments nearby

Tips for Securing the Best Deal on Houses for Sale Jimboomba

The growing popularity of the area means competition can be fierce. Buyers looking for houses for sale Jimboomba can improve their chances of securing the best deal by following these strategies:

Get pre-approved financing to act quickly on opportunities

Research recent sales and compare property prices within different pockets of Jimboomba

Attend open homes and auctions to understand buyer competition

Be prepared to negotiate and remain flexible on settlement terms

Engage professional property inspectors to avoid costly surprises

Popular Suburbs Near Jimboomba to Watch

While focusing on houses for sale Jimboomba, it’s worth keeping an eye on surrounding suburbs that also offer value and lifestyle appeal:

Flagstone: Known for its master-planned community and rapid growth

South Maclean: Offers a peaceful setting with proximity to amenities

New Beith: Increasingly popular for its rural charm and modern homes

Mundoolun: Attractive for those wanting larger acreage and scenic views

Future Growth and Development in Jimboomba

Jimboomba is not just a hotspot today—it’s a suburb with promising future prospects. The Logan City Council’s ongoing development plans and infrastructure upgrades are set to support further property value increases. Buyers of houses for sale Jimboomba can expect:

Improved transport connections and road upgrades

New shopping centres and retail spaces

Expanded education facilities and early learning centres

Enhanced parks and recreational facilities for families

Conclusion

The market for houses for sale Jimboomba continues to strengthen, driven by strong demand, lifestyle appeal, and growth potential. With large blocks, modern amenities, and a close-knit community, Jimboomba presents exceptional opportunities for homebuyers and investors alike. As infrastructure and development projects progress, property values are poised for further growth.

Buyers should act swiftly, conduct thorough research, and position themselves to capitalise on this booming market. Whether seeking a family home, an acreage retreat, or a high-return investment, Jimboomba is a location not to be overlooked.

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Walden North

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Let's begin this incredible location by taking a look at the living room with the coffered ceilings, the kitchen with the avocado green appliances as well as a some exterior views!!

Hidden away on the east side of the Coast Mountains within British Columbia, Canada, lies this fortress of an abandoned house. Sitting atop a cliff overlooking a creek the mansion which was built in the 1970s by Vernon Pick, is slowly rotting away.

Vernon was born in Wisconsin in 1903 and left home at the age of 16 and joined the US Marines a year later. He was a gold miner in Manitoba before running an electrical company for 17 years in Minneapolis, then moving back to Wisconsin, there he built a hydroelectric generator to power a derelict flour mill which he then converted into an electrical workshop. In 1951 a fire destroyed his workshop, so he and his wife Ruth bought an Airstream and headed west.

Then at the age of 48 he spent nine months prospecting for Uranium in Utah Canyonlands. When down to his last $300, he then lucked out and struck it rich, this catapulted him into wealth and nationwide fame and he was given the name “Uranium King of America”.

He sold his mine for $10 million and with this new found wealth, he bought an estate in California and renamed it Walden West, he converted it into a research facility and staffed it with scientists to try and develop a cheap source of nuclear power.

In 1965, with the Cold War era in full swing, Pick chose to abandon Walden West and decided to build a compound in the rain shadow of the Coast Mountains of BC, since the area would be heavily protected from nuclear fallout. He named it Walden North, there were two homes, a workshop/laboratory, a hydro electric dam as well as his mansion on the cliff that was accessible by a tram.

Vernon died in 1986 from cancer. Pick's belongings and equipment were auctioned off and the mansion has seen little use since.

The property is active with the hydroelectric dam still producing 16 MW of power which is enough for about 8000 homes.

As for Vernon's home, the current owners have built stairs to the roof, presumably to do repairs, hopefully this house will get to live another day.