#property developing

[hisforhome]

Taking on a fixer-upper - jobs to tackle first

Taking on a fixer-upper - jobs to tackle first

Buying a fixer-upper has multiple benefits. If you buy a house that isn’t in pristine condition, the asking price will probably be much lower, so there’s a golden opportunity to add value and put your stamp on your new home. There are downsides, but being methodical and organised can help you reduce risks and save money. In this guide, we’ve outlined some essential jobs to tackle first. Wiring…

[timewithnatalie]

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[vamprisms]

they just don't put gargoyles on roofs like they used to. buildings are so swagless these days

[pfhwrittes]

have a chunk of tradie!141 for your reading pleasure.

it's fuckin' pourin' down, has been for the last 3 days and the forecast ain't getting any better. thick, claggy muck sucks at the soles of simon's boots, threatening to pull 'em straight off his feet as he crosses the quagmire to slip into the portakabin-cum-office where he knows his skipper'll be.

price is fumin' under his hard hat, his ancient brick of a phone glued to his ear as he barks out demands to whichever poor sod is gettin' an earful off the boss today (probably nik, who straight up refused to drive onto site, stating bold as brass that the wagon would get bogged down, fuck the delay, captain. i'm not hurting my girl for your timetable).

with a disgusted snort price throws the offending phone onto the cluttered desk sending a sheaf of papers careening onto the floor.

"fucks sake, riley. what d'ya want?" price growls out in his direction and simon just lifts a battered eyebrow at the tone. no point gettin' his knickers in a twist over weather but price has always thought himself better than acts of nature and god himself.

"told the lads to put the tools down and go 'ome."

if looks could kill, simon would be buried in a shallow grave under the portaloo. price's face is as stormy as the sky rumbling ominously outside.

"well tell 'em to pick them back up, for fucks sake! we've got a fucking job to do here, simon." price snaps, his patience well and truly gone and it isn't even dinner time by simon's watch.

simon's hi-vis jacket creaks forebodingly as he straightens up.

"no."

there's a beat as simon squares off against his skipper, the unstoppable force of john price smashing against simon's immovable iron will. simon's known john a long fuckin' time and he'll play dirty to keep the crew safe if he has to. john's seen him walk off jobs for less.

price sighs noisily, ruffling the ends of his moustache.

"right then. who're we losing?"

"gaz can't work with the humidity, ale and rudy can't paint if gaz ain't finished the plaster, don't trust soap not to fry 'isself, and flash is sat in the van dryin' out." simon counts off on his fingers.

price's eyebrows hike up to his hairline at the mention of the plumber's apprentice.

"'s matter with flash?"

simon chuckles at the memory of flash covered head to toe in mud after an unfortunate tumble.

"debuted 'is mud-wrestlin' career f'r us."

price snorts out an amused sound and shakes his head. poor sod'll be miserable for the rest of the day without any spare kit to change into.

"right, go on then. tell 'em they can fuck off for the day." price reaches for his abandoned phone, probably to tell the client, some jumped up property developer-slash-social media wanker, that the job's been delayed by the shit weather. (simon doesn't envy him in the slightest, last time he met her she looked him up and down like he was scum and he was tempted to "accidentally" score the side of her flash car with the end of a length of 22mm copper pipe.)

simon offers price a nod and turns towards the door of the 'kabin, hooking the flimsy hood of his jacket over his head.

"oi, riley. you better not have stuck flash in my van."

"nah, stuck 'im in with soap and gaz. i ain't gettin' that shit on our seats."

price's barking laugh follows simon out the door into the pissing rain.

[the-solar-system52]

PROUD FATHER MOMENT

[reasoningdaily]

Nothing about this is right - nothing

[mariocki]

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 (1986)

"You have one choice, boy: sex or the saw. Sex is... well, nobody knows. But the saw, the saw is family."

[theanarchistscookbook]

[luckydicekirby]

brian jaqcues 🤝 tana french

mustelids are ontologically evil

[goobergame]

testing water simulation

ok so don't be mad but i may or may not have caused a massive upward-shooting water geyser from a small puddle that is violently exploding upwards with great force

it'll probably be fine

[mishy-mashy]

All For One easily could've been a power that could be bestowed on others, if there wasn't a twin, or, I don't know, IF ALL FOR ONE WASN'T SO GREEDY ON NUTRIENTS—

[verymuchsoyes]

Fraser, who up until this point, always takes the side of the person being wronged, starts behaving like a dickhead to Stella for no reason beyond backing up RayK

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Kingdom Hearts 🤝 Sonic Prime

Listen, focusing on a person's relationships/friendships with a bunch of people and their very strong relationship with a particular person are not mutually exclusive things. It is true there is a focus on bonds and the main character's relationship with multiple people as there is a very clear focus on their relationship with one particular person.

[adelaidedrubman]

wip. well. it’s something.

i was tagged on my most detested of wednesdays by my most beloved of moots @trench-rot @cassietrn @wrathfulrook @socially-awkward-skeleton @nightbloodbix @direwombat @inafieldofdaisies! thank you my loves.

unfortunately between work bullshit and all my free time getting eaten up by the tadpole in my brain, i haven’t had the chance to actually write much new. but trying to keep myself posting as motivation SO here is an excerpt from chapter four of hook, line, and sinker i don’t think i’ve shared before (if i have, no i didn’t)

Jessie grunted with a flex of her shoulders to yank the cooler further up the uneven slope of the hill — finally giving up rolling it on plastic wheels thoroughly warped by unforgiving rock to instead hoist it up and carry it by the side handles with tackle box stacked atop it as their footing became so steep and uneven it felt as if they were ascending stairs. “I don’t fuckin’ let a good catch go to waste.”  “You’re a paragon of virtue,” John complimented flatly. “A modern day Jesus feeding the multitudes loaves and fish.”  “Hm,” she acknowledged, either missing his sarcasm or choosing to accept the praise in spite of it. “Pretty apt fucking comparison — ’cept I wouldn’t need a miracle. I would just catch enough fish in the first place.” 

John sighed, pressing his palms against the upper platform of the small rock wall nestled at the side of the security fence hugging the road they’d finally arrived at, rising just high enough anyone sufficiently athletic could hop over the barbed wire coiled along its top.  Perhaps it was a mistake to even lead a sinner like her into the heart of the compound. Perhaps he should rush over the fence himself, and leave her behind with her precious cooler full of fish.  If it weren’t for her potential to lure in the Ryes, he thought he would.  Instead, he powered through and held out his hand in offering for her to grab for leverage and climb up to join him atop the boulder.  She answered by shoving the hefty weight of the cooler into his abdomen, knocking the air from his lungs. “Hold this for me.”  “God,” he complained as he (shamefully, regrettably) followed the order on instinct, arms trembling and nearly giving out beneath the weight of the cooler before he could shift his posture and stabilize himself. “How the hell did you even lug this around for as long as you did?”  She shrugged, shoulders dipping down as her hands reached up to find holds at the rock and pull herself up to stand beside him on the small, uneven platform. “Fishing takes upper body strength,” she replied. “You’ll get there, if you ever manage to reel in something heavier than a cattail.”  “Well,” he said with a sneer. “If you could use some of that well-honed upper body strength to hop over the fence with expediency.” He could warn her to watch out for the barbed wire, but then again… “Once you’re on the other side, I’ll lower the cooler down to you so you can continue wasting time and energy struggling with it.”  She climbed a step further to rise higher than John, squinting in the dark to study the fence. “We have to hop a fence?” she asked, sizing it up. “You better not be leading me onto some fuckin’ top secret military base where they’re gonna shoot nosey trespassers first and ask questions never.”  “It’s a private community,” John replied, adjusting the weight of the cooler. If she didn’t move soon, he thought he would simply push her over the fence, and deal with the complaining. “They just value safety. But I have permission to be there. You need not worry about trespassing, so long as you’re with me.” It wasn’t like she would be easily able to climb back over the fence and run, once she was past it, anyways. And she wouldn’t have the lay of the land once she was inside its bounds, she couldn’t just go running off. He would have much more control over the situation — over her — the second she was over that fucking fence.  “Ladies first,” he offered with a strained purr and a nod towards the fence. “Unless you’d like to keep waiting around, until one of the bears the fence was built to keep out wanders up and mauls you to death.” “You think a bear would go after me?” She scoffed, flashing a single raised eyebrow and a lopsided grin. “You’re the one holding a cooler full of fresh caught fish,” she snorted, patting the lid as she brushed by him.  “What’s that old saying about bears?” she hummed with a teasing rise as she planted her feet at the ledge of the rock, bending slightly at the knees in a readied-to-jump stance. “Don’t gotta outrun ’em, just gotta outrun the twink?”  He prayed that barbed wire would catch her and slice open the exposed portions of her skin as she leapt to sail over its twisting spikes. No such luck, rather than agonized screams he was met with a mere mildly pained ‘oomph’ from the thud of her hitting the ground — landing on her feet, he was disappointed to see.  The little wretch had physical prowess, if no other admirable qualities.

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[fantastic-nonsense]

can't believe "Young Justice should focus on the Team and not on Batman" is apparently a controversial take now