#orchard avenue

[petnews2day]

Dog dies in Battle Creek house fire

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Dog dies in Battle Creek house fire

BATTLE CREEK, Mich. — A dog is dead following a Friday evening house fire in Battle Creek. The Battle Creek Fire Department says they were called to a home on Orchard Avenue just before 10 p.m. When they arrived, fire officials say smoke was coming from the back of the two-story house. Fire crews searched […]

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Pool – Contemporary Pool

Hot tub &

[futureofcities]

San Francisco Pool House Example of a huge trendy backyard stone and rectangular lap pool house design

[shutupandsim]

Poolhouse Poolhouse San Francisco

Example of a huge trendy backyard stone and rectangular lap pool house design

[vulpineninja]

Poolhouse in San Francisco Huge trendy backyard stone and rectangular lap pool house photo

[littlemisspanda]

Front Door - Contemporary Entry Huge trendy concrete floor and gray floor entryway photo with a glass front door

[davidwowie]

San Francisco Contemporary Pool

Huge trendy backyard concrete and rectangular lap pool house photo

[sonder54]

Pool - Contemporary Pool Hot tub - huge contemporary backyard stone and rectangular lap hot tub idea

[compelamaserati]

Pool Lap Pool house - huge contemporary backyard stone and rectangular lap pool house idea

[pisabookintown]

Poolhouse Poolhouse San Francisco Example of a huge trendy backyard stone and rectangular lap pool house design

[haikuckuck]

In the heart of the old orchard( seems like a wide tree avenue)

[womenbackside]

Front Door - Contemporary Entry Inspiration for a massive modern entryway renovation with a glass front door and a gray floor.

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Outdoor Kitchen San Francisco Patio kitchen: a sizable modern backyard patio kitchen idea with gravel and a pergola

[futureplayboibunnie]

lil Mafia Boss! Miguel O’Hara x fem! reader drabble

Warnings: NSFW, depics of violence, blood, some steamy stuff but not too much, sooo much dirtytalk.

You were many things. But you weren't naive.

That wouldn't be an issue if Miguel couldn't talk his way out of hell and right into those pearly gates. His manipulation and sweet talking were just another thing that made you hate him and attracted to him amongst many other things

He was an asshole. He was a powerful Mob Boss. He was your husband and your arch-nemesis. You both loved playing these little games that would send the other down a spiral of paranoia and obsession- it lit a fire under both of your asses. It made you meaner, sharper, stronger

Miguel told his men to take shots at you, haphazardly, making sure they all missed for the sole purpose of scaring you to make you behave and see how valuable his protection was . You weren’t scared, you were pissed and filled with rage. You blew up one of his lackey’s cars, he watched it burn in front of him, if he had gotten into the wrong black beauty of a Lamborghini, he’d be a pile of ashes.

You both poked and prodded, messed and obsessed with every step you made. It was like a Greek tragedy. You outsmarted him some days. He outsmarted you some days.

But after all of it, you were still married, still husband and wife. When he fell for you, he fell hard. You were the daughter of of one of the most renowned gangster in the country, Miguel had to pay his dues to earn his respect- and in the end it payed off. Your father blessed your marriage and that night was a dream above all dreams. The honeymoon was beautiful too, every night was filled with passionate and messy sex and every day he spent with you he fell more and more in love.

But Lord did you test his patience, it was something that you were born to do. He was angry and channelled his rage through many illegal mediums.

Yet you always let him back in.

-

You’ve been doing what you’ve been doing for the past few weeks.

Waiting up for Miguel.

Waiting for him to come home.

He said he had something to take care of and hasn’t shown his face since. And here you were, waiting for him like a Park Avenue trophy wife. Your wine was making you more anxious than tipsy as you glared at the clock, the fireplace in front of you not warming your body from this strange fear of a man you hate and love. It was nearing 1am.

Then you heard it, the door opening and closing and the rustling of expensive shoes hitting the marble of the foyer, then a jarring clank of keys hitting the holder.

Your breath got lost in your throat, eyes widening when you saw Miguel’s figure. His white shirt was bloodied and his fists were bruised and raw. It’s not his blood, but he did have a cut on his eyebrow. You scoffed as you stood up from your seat.

But that didn’t stop you from both charging at each other, wanting to see each other up close.

“I hate you.” You said with a scowl but what was it all for when you both embraced each other seconds after.

“I believe you.” He said coldly but he knew you meant it. Your head rested on his shoulder and he could smell the shampoo you used earlier tonight. A sweet orchard, green apple. Yet your sweet scent didn’t transfer to yout personality. You didn’t like to sit still and play house.

You were an antagonizing bitch.

He was a heartless bastard.

Yet here you were.

Hating each other, yet seeking each other’s company.

“I hate you.” You repeated much firmly this time and Miguel gripped onto your cheeks and pulled your face up so he could glare at you.

“I said I believe you…I haven’t believed anyone in a long time.” He muttered, but his tone was harsh. Unamused eyes searched yours for an answer but instead he found contempt and sadness.

“You left for weeks….I hated you every second of it.” You spat out but your words couldn’t be brutal when you were this sad.

Miguel’s grip on your face softened, the pads of his fingertips tracing on the outline of your chin. “Now that I’m back…do you still hate me?” He was asking with genuine concern for some reason.

“Yes.” You whispered but your legs started to tremble as the word rolled off of your tongue. Miguel frowned indignantly and huffed out, taking his turn to pivot the conversation to him just ordering you around again.

“I don’t want you leaving the penthouse. I don’t want you outside while I deal with these bastards-“

Your choked breath cut him off. “Is that all you’re thinking about right now? I can’t fucking believe you.” You scoffed, his gall was truly outstanding, of course he had to do this right now. You weren’t purposefully trying to fan the flames to Miguel’s anger but he wanted to treat it like you were, he was already annoyed for ruining one of his best shirts with the blood of subspecies and now he has to deal with you bitching and moaning…and not in the way he liked. “You know what Miguel-“ He directly stopped your words by gripping onto your waist and neck and sitting you on the dining table. You struggled against his hold but it all proved to be fruitless.

“You’re gawking at me like an idiot right now.” You insulted but he was way too far gone now, the crimson of his eyes migrated to a deep ring of burgundy- he was already pissed and you just had to play with him the wrong way.

“You’re beautiful that’s why.” He said endearingly, like he was cooing at you but his serious expression really contrasted that.

“You’re flattering me because you wanna fuck?”

“You asked me if you staying here is all I’m thinking about right now and in fact, it’s not.” Miguel placed a palm on your chest and pushed you flat onto the table, hard. Your eyes were half lidded weapons, scrutinising his every move- and dare he think, he loves it, because he always proves you wrong.

You were his wife, his bitch, his cumdump. You both may hate each other but you always needed each other in this way.

No one else could make you cum otherwise, no one else memorised your body like he did. How couldn’t he? He loved you…once.

You like to think these outbursts are impactful and grand displays of independence but no, you’re Miguel’s lover and you’re gonna act like it.

Hmm. You always looked so pretty in this silk robe, but the fact that your nipples were peaking already under the thin fabric told him all he needed to know.

“I was thinking of you today when I was killing my competition’s men, while I got blood on my hands.” Miguel’s calloused palms splayed onto your smooth legs, feeling up and down teasingly, riding up your robe. You arched against the table already.

Shit, you didn’t mean to.

“The others said that my mind was wandering. I could see their mouths open and close but I couldn’t hear a single word come out..” He said huskily, you gasped when he ripped open your robe, revealing your naked and beautiful figure under him. The only thing that could ever get him off. He dipped his head between your legs to were your thin barely there panties were, he ran his nose over the fabric and inhaled softly. “I could smell you.”

You blinked up at him in confusion, you didn’t know what to feel. You were mad but so aroused…and in the weeks he’s been gone you hadn’t been able to pleasure yourself at all. He looked vicious and mean, your husband was ruthless and sometimes….sometimes it was so fucking arousing, you couldn’t help but squirm and struggle underneath him.

“You wanna know what I did? You wanna know who the man you married is really like when he’s not at home?” His head raised up to your ear to mumble hotly, you jolted and struggled when his hand suddenly went to your already sticky folds.

You weren’t sure if you even had a choice, so you stayed silent, your expression akin to that of vacant displeasure….but oh, were you lying. Your face was about to break.

“I shot them in the kneecaps and beat them until they were barely breathing, but would you believe the way they died was by suffocation?” He chuckled lowly, his fingers teasing your already sloppy entrance.

“F-fuck…are you talking about?” You tried to fight back the moans collecting in the back of your throat but you couldn’t help it.

“They drowned in a puddle of their own blood and I put them there.” Miguel rasped firmly in your ear, his tone and body language becoming very intimidating and…scary. “The bastard’s blood got on my fucking shoes.”

Your husband only wanted to protect what was his. His fingers plunged inside of you, feeling up and down, circling around. You whined out.

“One of them I knew, he went to my fucking highschool hermosa. I called him my friend. But the worst thing occured to me, I imagined him on top of you, my wife, the woman that loathes me so. I saw him tasting you in my head and that’s what made me kill him. You. Just because you sit up here in this untouchable palace doesn’t mesn you’re any cleaner than I am. You’re just as depraved as I am.”

His eyes were beating with a scorching red, his lips were curled into a visicious snarl and at this moment, you knew he was right and that made you want him that much more.

You were his lover.

He wanted you to act like it.

Even if that meant being exactly like he was.

Heartless.

-

(I deleted my other mafia Miguel fic because I wasn’t sure if i was gonna make it a bigger fic or not and I felt like if i kept it up it would’ve been confusing or something? I’m playing on the same ideas in this fic dw)

[labuenosairesfrancaise]

Barrington Hall

Hi guys!!

I'm sharing Barrington Hall. This is the 21st building for my English Collection and inaugurating the red brick collection.

I decorated most of the house ground floor, for reference.

History of the house: 

The Barrington family, long-established in Essex since the Conquest, initially resided at Old Barrington Hall. This estate, shown on a 1624 map, included substantial structures, orchards, fish ponds, and brickyards. However, in 1564, they moved to the Priory at Hatfield Broad Oak, signaling their ascent as country gentry. Throughout the late 16th and early 17th centuries, the family engaged in legal disputes over rights to Hatfield Forest with the Rich family, eventually securing a portion of the forest.

Sir Francis Barrington played a significant role in government, receiving a baronetcy in 1622. The family also had investments in New England and Ireland during this period. Despite their growing wealth, the Priory required repairs by 1700 and was demolished, causing the Barringtons to relocate to Great Waltham. The family seat at Hatfield Broad Oak was eventually rebuilt in the 1730s by John Shales Barrington, although he left it unfinished, leading to his reclusive life.

In the 19th century, George Alan Clayton Lowndes acquired the estate and made extensive neo-Jacobean renovations to the house and gardens, which were lauded in contemporary publications. After multiple ownership changes, including the purchase by A.H. Gosling in 1907, the property was later sold to the British Livestock Company and is now owned by CPL Aromas plc. The original parkland has been divided, with only 12 hectares surrounding the house remaining as part of the current estate. The landscape includes notable trees such as ancient oaks, as well as remnants of historic avenues and garden features.

More history: https://www.francisyork.com/blog/barrington-hall-a-palatial-georgian-mansion-one-hour-from-london

House file:

Location: Essex, England

Material: red brick

Style: Neo-Jacobean

Date:  1624 + remodelings

This house fits a 50x50  lot, but it coulf fit a 50x40 if you lose the garden.

I only decorated some of the important rooms. All the rest of the house is up to your taste to decor.

Hope you like it.

You will need the usual CC I use:

all Felixandre cc

all The Jim

SYB

Anachrosims

Regal Sims

King Falcon railing

The Golden Sanctuary

Cliffou

Dndr recolors

Harrie cc

Tuds

Lili's palace cc

Please enjoy, comment if you like the house and share pictures of your game!

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[acourtofthought]

How do you think the plot for the Autumn Court is gonna go?

I don't know if there's really an Autumn Court plot so much as a Beron issue to be resolved (read taken out of the picture)

Beron tortures Eris and abuses the LoA. He also tormented Lucien his entire life and still looks for ways to strike out at him:

"Father," the one now holding a knife to my throat said to Lucien, "is rather put out that you didn't stop by to say hello."

"If they knew Elain was Lucien's mate...It was now another avenue, I realized with no small amount of horror. Another way to strike at the youngest brother they hated so fiercely, so unreasonably."

Beron seems to have his sights set on Spring in it's weakened state:

"Who says he wants land on the continent?" He surveyed the orchard - as if to make a point.

And to do that he seems to want to work with Koschei after losing Briallyn as an ally:

"My father is furious that his ally is dead, but he's not deterred. Koschei remains in play, and Beron might very well be stupid enough to establish an alliance with him, too."

We already know Beron's desires (more land which equals more power) and how he planned on going about it (working with the villains by offering his armed forces). To me that seems like a continent plot more than an Autumn Court plot because in SF he traveled there for his schemes.

"And what Eris revealed about Beron was true, too: the High Lord visited Briallyn on the continent, pledging his forces to her cause."

Now if Beron does start working with Koschei as Eris fears then it's possible something involving Elain will develop based off Feyre's fear of them knowing who Lucien's mate is. Koschei wants the Trove and we know the sisters have a connection to it due to their being made. We also had this line in SF:

"To help them remember that all it might take to secure Briallyn's alliance would be to hand over a certain Archeron sister. Don't be stupid enough to believe my father hasn't thought of that too,"

Briallyn and Koschei acted alone to place Nesta into the Rite but as that did not result in them gaining the Trove, it's possible Beron (what with his hatred of Lucien and based on the above) would have no issues targeting Elain to show his loyalty to Koschei. Not only for her connection to the Trove (and relation to Nesta) but because of her Seer powers. Considering she's the one who had visions of Koschei in the first place and caught a glimpse of the onyx box he has hidden, she would be considered a threat to him. Not to mention if Elain ends up in Spring, that could foil Berons plans to take it over.

To sum it all up, I don't think there's really an Autumn Court plot in the same way there's say, a Spring Court plot. The entire court of Spring is struggling, Tamlin is depressed and not leading his people and the land has been dying there so we know something needs happened to turn that all around. There is a reason for a character to go to Spring and get it back on it's feet.

At this point I don't think there's much to do in the Autumn Court except kill Beron but that could easily happen on the continent since we know that's where Koschei is and Beron visited Briallyn there before her death. Though I do hope that Lucien, Eris, and / or the LoA are the ones to take him out considering the abuse they all suffered at Beron's hands (I could also see a Lucien / LoA reunion in Autumn at the end of his book).

If Eris ends up as HL of Autumn I could see Sarah creating a bigger plot within the court itself at that time.