#lancaster road

[marmorenshud]

basically my dream is to live in one of these kinds of houses

and have my friends live in the other houses and the colour matches your favourite and you have your own little private space but you can go visit all your friends whenever you want and have get togethers in a short notice

unfortunately these kinds of houses costs millions and bajillions of money for 40 m2

[idkwhyyouaskingm3-blog]

Here's a crack pot theory for you.

Remember episode 5 of TMA and how we never really get an explanation for it.

What if it's just where TMAGP dumped their rubbish

[thesilicontribesman]

The Burrow Carvings, Lancaster City Museum, Lancaster

Group of carved stones, probably part of a third century mausoleum, temple or shrine.

This group, which is unique in this country, was found during the building of the canal south of Lancaster, near Burrow Heights, in 1794, The main Roman road into Lancaster passed close by.

The heads may represent the four winds or the four seasons and the standing figure (not shown) the deceased. The lions (one shown) are similar to a group of lions and stags from a shrine at Shorden Brae in Northumberland.

[etherealplans]

8x04 eddie begins again when he goes to texas to get chris back and it follows him and has flashbacks to his childhood that end w a queer realization i know this tim told me himself

[myfckingnameisnuwanda]

Forget the packing peanuts. They never happened.

Masterpost

<- 004: Page Turner - 006: Squirm ->

<-<- 001: Angler Fish

[zephyruswrites536]

Now- in mag5 is it spiral or stranger or flesh??? Cause it’s odd as hell- has doll heads and teeth- then a thing that killed a garbage man

Maybe they all just decided to be- WELL WAIT ITS A VAST AMOUNT OF STUFF IN THE BAGS- OH GOD

[jupitercl0uds]

every time i notice a mutual is from britain, particularly england, i start doxxing you inside my head. btw. ive been to a lot of places on this island theres a slither of a chance ive been near your house

[aryburn-trains]

The Holiday special gets a police escort. Lancaster, PA December 1966

[internationalpictures]

Lancaster, Pennsylvania

[goatsgomoo]

#not me staring at this going 'but... but that's not kelly square'#of course there's more than one of them in massachusetts!!!!

They turned Kelley Square into a bean-shaped roundabout! It's no longer panic-inducing!

[coughlinautogroup]

Share your favorite road trip destinations, tips for the perfect road trip playlist, or photos of your most epic road trip adventures in the comments below. Let's inspire each other to take the ultimate road trip and see where the journey takes us! #RoadTrip #AdventureAwaits #TravelGoals

[thesilicontribesman]

Roman Milestone found in the Artle Beck, Caton in 1803. It was made during the years AD 127-138 when the Emperor Hadrian was in power. It shows that Lancaster is four (Roman) miles away but does not include Lancaster's Roman name in any recognisable form.

The inscription reads:

IMP(eratori) CAES(ari) TR(aiano) HADRIANO AVG(usto) Pontifici) M(aximo) T(ribunicine) P(otestatis) CO(n)S(uli) III P(atri) P(atriae) LM(ilia) P(assuum) IIII

For the Emperoe Ceaser Traianus Hadrianus Augustus, Chief Priest, Holder of Tribuncian Power. Consul for the third time, Father of his Country, (from L...) four miles

Lancaster Museum, Lancaster

[anthonysperkins]

Dirty Men in Film (insp): Brad Davis in Querelle (1982) Rami Malek and Charlie Hunnam in Papillon (2017) Rick Hearst in Brain Damage (1988) Paul Newman in The Young Philadelphians (1959) Arnold Schwarzenegger in Predator (1987) Tom Hardy in Mad Max: Fury Road (2015) Marlon Brando in A Streetcar Named Desire (1951) Alexander Lincoln and Alexander King in In from the Side (2022) Bruce Willis in Die Hard with a Vengeance (1995) Burt Lancaster and Howard Duff in Brute Force (1947) Jason Patric in The Lost Boys (1987) James Caan in Thief (1981) Leonardo Sbaraglia and Eduardo Noriega in Burnt Money (2000) Sylvester Stallone in First Blood (1982)

[moonwoodhollow]

As I reached 100 followers recently, I have been thinking about a little present to all of you and since I had planned to make a CC-free version of these 5 lots anyway, I did just that and here we are with 5 unfurnished midcentury lots, that are very pretty to look at! (I might at some point furnish some of them, but as of right now I simply didn't have the time yet). I hope you'll like them :)

Download links + more info under the cut!

what do you get?

Begonia Drive 509 - 2 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms (one for guests) + a pool, garage

Acalea Drive C1153 - 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, carport

Lancaster Road 210 - 2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, basement, this is a starter home!

Plumeria Drive 2043 - 3 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms (one for guests), pool, carport

Wisteria Drive 820 - 3.5 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, pool, garage

(I used old midcentury blueprints and kind of tried to pay homage to them when I named the buildings, so that's why they're named like that!)

This is how they're placed in Oasis Springs:

Download: simfileshare | up on the gallery: aeromantica

Do tag me, if you use these lots or decorate them, I'd love to see them!

TOU: please don’t claim as your own or put behind paywalls etc. If you find any issues (wrong files, etc.) please let me know. 

[thecharacterchronicler]

He’s All That I’ve Got || William H. Bonney x Reader || Smut

Outline: Your lover is on the run but he pays you a heated visit.

Word Count: 1’925

Warnings: Explicit smut.

Author’s note: this is Prompt # 25, sorry if it’s totally off, I just started the show.

You woke up to the sound of birds in the trees surrounding the small shack you lived in, stirring in your bed. The other side of the matress was cold, which was a regular occurrence lately, reminding you that you were about to spend another day on your own.

You got up and got dressed, not putting many efforts in fixing your appearance since no one - apart from the few animals you kept - was going to see it. You put your boots on under your dress and tied an apron around your hips before you stepped outside, the fresh morning dew covering the high grass surrounding the shack tickling your ankles as you walked to the chicken coop.

You opened the door and greeted your two chickens, finding it oddly comforting to have at least them to keep you company on the isolated land you had settled on. You gathered some of the eggs they laid, carefully placing them in the pocket of your apron. Then, you inspected a hole in the fence around their enclosure, adding repairing it to your long list of chores.

After you ate your breakfast on the porch, you washed your clothes in a bucket of cold water, struggling to take out some of the grass stains from your skirts. It’s only once most of your outfits were back to having an acceptable appearance that you carried them to the long clothesline that hung between two pillars behind the house. You methodically placed each item over it, knowing that the warm summer breeze will have them dry in no time.

You picked your empty basket back up, a sigh escaping your lips as the stray cat that relied on you for food came to rub its fur against your legs, a clear attempt at charming you into giving him an extra meal today.

You probably would have gave in, unable to resist its big green eyes and its soft meows, but something in the distance called for your attention. A moving form was quickly approaching, a horse not even following the dirt road but galloping straight through the meadow of tall grass, mounted by a dark silhouette you weren’t sure you recognized that far off in the horizon.

You quickly retreated back inside the small house, grabbing your Lancaster pistol from its place on your nightstand. You went back out on the porch, awaiting your mysterious visitor prepared to fend for yourself if you had to… But all your mistrust vanished like snow in the sun when you finally were able to distinguish the traits of the man. He was a wanted man, a notorious criminal, always on the run… But still, you ran to him, holding your skirt up high as you rushed through tall grass and wildflowers.

When he saw you, he stopped his horse and jumped down to meet you halfway, catching you in his arms as soon as you collided against him.

“You’re back !” You exclaimed, emotion seizing you at the throat as you buried your face against his chest, wondering if it was yet another dream or if it was really him, returning home.

“Told you I’d always come back to you.” He said, his arms tightly holding your body against his.

“I know, but I’m always so afraid that something might happen and I wouldn’t see you ever again…”

His fingers gently caressed your cheek before lifting your chin up to him, so that he could kiss your lips. He smiled at you reassuringly and, for a moment, you got so profoundly lost into his blue eyes that you didn’t immediately notice all the cuts and injuries on his face.

“You’re hurt !”

“Just a few scratches.” He retorted, but still winced when you traced a particularly deep cut above his eyebrow with your thumb.

“Come inside, I’ll patch you up.”

You walked together to the shack and he led his horse to the small shelter he had built for it. He spread hay for him and you filled a bucket with fresh water for the animal to drink before you went back inside, followed closely by Billy.

You pulled your pistol out of your apron’s pocket and placed it on the kitchen table as he took a seat on the chair next to it. You heard him chuckle as you rummaged through the kitchen cabinets, in search of what you needed to take care of his wounds.

“I see you were ready to welcome some unwanted visitors.” He remarked, his eyes on your weapon.

“Always.” You replied and he smiled at you with a spark of approval in his eyes. After all, he had been the one to teach you to shoot a gun, and he had been particularly adamant that you had one with you at all times, instructing you to not hesitate to shoot first and ask questions later.

You poured some liquor on a napkin and dabbed it on his forehead, making him wince in pain. He grabbed the bottle from the table and took a big sip out of it, in search of a bit of courage to endure the pain as you carefully disinfected each wound on his face.

Then, he began unbuttoning his shirt and you tended to a few more cuts on his chest, shaking your head at the amount of injuries he had came back with.

“I guess I shouldn’t ask you what happened.”

“Better not.” He replied, his hand clenching on the table as you took care of the last wound.

Once you were done, you threw the napkin and his shirt in the corner of the room, as a reminder to wash them and add them to the clothesline. He sighed in relief, glad that you were done, and took one more sip out of the bottle before you put it away in the cabinet.

“You must be starving. I have a few eggs left, I can boil them or fry them…” You suggested, rushing back to the kitchen to get your stove started but he stood up and came to place his arms around you from behind.

You could feel the warmth of his bare chest pressing against your back as you leaned back into him and you both watched the lonely meadow swaying in the wind, through the window.

“I’m hungry for something else.” He whispered in your ear and you felt yourself blushing, his calloused hands travelling up to your chest.

You allowed him to feel your breast, kneading them tenderly before turning in his arms to face him. You stood on your tiptoes to kiss him, desperate to show him just how much you had missed him.

He kissed you back eagerly, hungry for your lips, for your body, for you. He dropped to his knees in front of you and slowly brought your skirt up your legs, one of his hand caressed its way from your ankle to your knee before getting you to place your leg over his shoulder. His head disappeared under the fabric of your skirt, only allowing you to feel him tugging and pulling to move your underwear out of his way. You leaned back against the stove for support, both hands clutching the edge behind you.

You felt the warmth of his tongue slide between your folds and gasped in surprise, not so used to the sensation anymore. He lapped at your core, his tongue dancing around your clit before plunging inside you, repeating the tantalizing movements over and over again until your legs felt weak. Your body contracted and you slightly lost your balance, merely able to catch yourself before collapsing from the intensity building in the pit of your stomach. He showed you no mercy, hungrily tasting you until you loudly moaned with pleasure as it rushed like a tidal wave through your entire body, your arousal coating his tongue.

He kissed the side of your knee that was hooked over his shoulder, bringing his head back to look at you with his pretty blue eyes, satisfaction on his face.

When he stood up, he kissed you once more, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. Then, he placed his hands on his hips and turned you around, peppering your neck with wet kisses as he once again tugged your skirt up.

Now facing the calm meadow behind the window, you pressed most of your weight on the stove for support, your legs still trembling from your previous orgasm. He didn’t allow you much time to recover, his hard cock slamming inside you as deeply as possible, your soaked core welcoming the intrusion with ease.

You whimpered, your body still so sensitive to each touch, from the way he kept kissing your skin to the way his front hit against your ass, the tip of his erection bumping into a heavenly pleasant spot deep in you.

You started feeling weak again and, this time, he seemed to notice, his arms coming around you to support you as he increased the rythym of his thrusts, barely letting you catch your breath between each loud moan that escaped your lips.

You felt dizzy as again, pleasure exploded inside you, making your whole body go numb and weak as you cried out his name. He groaned against your ear, stopping his frenetic movements to fill you up with his own relief, his cock buried inside you as deeply as you could take it.

You turned your face to kiss him, feeling his hands exploring your body, now tugging on your shirt to take it off. He got you naked in front of him in no time, your thighs glistening with a mix of his cum and your own arousal. His eyes roamed your body, his lips and fingers touching you everywhere in an almost desperate manner.

You traced the wounds on his chest, reddened and inflamed in reaction to the liquor you had applied to his skin as a disinfectant but he was still too blissfully spent to feel any pain this time. He lifted you in his arms, carrying your naked body to the bed where he laid you down. You saw him take his pants completely off before he climbed on top of you, his cock already hard again, pressing against your stomach as he hungrily sucked on your lower lip.

“I don’t think I can take more…” You panted, in reaction to him already positioning your leg over his hip.

“But I’m not done with you yet, sweet girl.” He said, looking at your heaving chest and flushed face. The hunger in his eyes still nowhere near satiated.

Your heart sunk a little in your chest. You knew that when he was this eager to have you, keeping you awake all night long and making sure that you’d barely be able to walk on the next day, it usually meant that he was planning on leaving you again… For a long time. He needed to get his fix of you and you desperately needed yours too, the idea of being without him again, not knowing where he was or what he was doing wasn’t pleasant but it was the life you had chosen, out of love and devotion for him.

You took a deep breath and hooked your other leg over his back, his cock entering you once more and immediately sliding in and out of your already sore pussy at an intensive pace. You focused your attention on his face, his eyes fixed to yours as he rocked his hips on top of you. You gave him a tired smile, already feeling the intensity of another explosive orgasm bubbling inside your core. You closed your eyes, getting ready to embrace the violent climax he was about to provoke yet again, determined to enjoy the warmth of his body in the bed next to yours for as long as it lasted.

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