#starlake

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

and for au roulette #1, band/musician, sending est and a van full of rangers to a rock show lmao

Traffic slows to a crawl as you leave the highway that runs from Minas Tirith to Dol Amroth, the Belfalas exits clogged as half the world it seems tries to reach the concert grounds at the same time. Candaith is asleep in the passenger seat, despite the music you have playing much louder than is reasonable. The windows are open as far as they’ll go, admitting a pleasant breeze that smells of clouds of exhaust and the distant sea.

“It will be fun,” you insist, not for the first time. Radanir looks no less skeptical in the rearview. “Surely we’ll be able to find something you like here.” Radanir mutters something you can’t make out and you inch forward another car-length.

“Are your friends from Stangard coming still?” Lorniel calls from the far back of the tight-packed van you have borrowed for the occasion.

“Most of them, I think,” you shout back, turning down the music some. “Nona said her brother had something come up, but the rest of them should be there.” It will be strange, you think, having friends from so many circles of your life overlap here, but that’s half the fun of it. “Can anyone reach the cooler?” you add. “I finished my drink up here.” There’s some shuffling, and muffled cursing from Corunir when you’re forced to swerve aside to avoid a group of impatient motorcyclists cutting in and out of traffic. “Sorry...”

It’s a long, slow slog into the concert grounds and around to the open parking, but you arrive at last and gratefully let the van shudder to a rest, stretching with a great sigh while your friends clamber out. The roof bends concerningly as Lothrandir climbs up to look around, but he swings back down quickly to inform you of the nearest gates and bathrooms.

There’s no rush. The gates won’t open for hours yet while the lots continue to fill. You open the trunk and fold down the backmost seats and lounge, watching Candaith soundly beat everyone at cards and propping your feet on one of the coolers. Someone nearby has set up a portable speaker loud enough to carry five rows in any direction; he’s taking requests. Someone else rolls out an entire grill, and soon the open field smells of... well, it smells of lots of things, but you think the grillers are making burgers.

You swap snacks with a group three cars down, and the group next to them invite you for drinks and party games. By the time Nona calls you to say she’s arrived, you think even Radanir is a little caught up in it all, even if he keeps regularly retreating to the van. You really do hope he finds something here to his liking.

You’ve lost half your group by the time Nona finds you, Horn and Corudan trailing behind her. You talk about the fine weather, and the less fine traffic, and the most interesting things you’ve seen so far (a surprisingly long list, for the few hours you’ve been here). Nona paces about the entire time, restless after her days-long drive to meet the others before coming here.

Finally, the gates open, and the great crowds slowly amble inside. Your friends have more or less reassembled, chatting with new friends and total strangers all the way in. The great rising excitement buzzes under your skin, your laughter loud and the late-day sun warm on your skin.

The opening acts are good, and you do want to sit and appreciate them, but the rising, restless energy keeps you moving, grinning at the great banners and posters for Valasmack and Amon Amarth and telling at least five different people where you found the onion rings.

You stop at last in the warm hour after dusk, the wind from the coast cool and pleasant where it cuts through the heat of so many people all pressed together. You don’t go down to the wildness at the front, where people throw themselves about with an abandon you can’t quite reach, but you stand near enough the stage that the sound from the great speakers rolls right into you. The bass of it rumbles through the concrete, pulsing with every rolling drumbeat through the thick soles of your boots. You can feel it in your ribs.

Your ears will ring for nearly a week after this, but there’s a certain kind of magic to it, the great thunder in your bones and singing so loudly, loud enough your voice will be deeper and rougher from the strain come morning but still not louder than the bands themselves. The punch-drunk camaraderie with old friends and with people you’ll never see again. The heat and the wind and the wide, wide grins, and the exhausted sleep you have with your friends, crammed into the back of the borrowed van and passed out half on top of each other. There are few more pleasant ways to end the free days of summer, you think.

[damndarrenineedacigarettenow]

Fall out boy is not an inside band

[tripstarlake]

May & June Reading Wrap Up And More!

Tonight! Around like 7:30PM EDT I'm going to have my monthly book discussion about everything I read in June...actually its going to be longer than usual because I didn't have time to do a wrap up for May. AND I'm going to answer the prompts to a mid-year reading question-thingy. So!!!! Join in and hand out if you have the time!! Tonight! Around like 7:30PM EDT I'm going to have my monthly book discussion about everything I read in June...actually its going to be longer than usual because I didn't have time to do a wrap up for May. AND I'm going to answer the prompts to a mid-year reading question-thingy. So!!!! Join in and hand out if you have the time!! https://twitch.tv/tripstarlake

[real-estate-news-tan-long-land]

Những Điểm Nổi Bật của Khu Đô Thị Starlake: Biểu Tượng Sống Đẳng Cấp Tại Hà Nội

Giới thiệu về Khu Đô Thị Starlake

Khu đô thị Starlake, còn gọi là Tây Hồ Tây, là một trong những dự án bất động sản cao cấp và nổi bật nhất tại Hà Nội. Với vị trí thuận lợi và thiết kế hiện đại, Starlake không chỉ mang lại một môi trường sống sang trọng mà còn xây dựng một cộng đồng dân cư văn minh, thịnh vượng.

1. Vị trí vàng

Nằm ở phía Tây Hồ Tây, khu vực được coi là có cảnh quan thiên nhiên tuyệt đ���p, Starlake sở hữu một vị trí đắc địa. Gần các trục đường chính như Võ Ch�� Công, Phạm Văn Đồng và Nguyễn Văn Huyên kéo dài, dự án này mang lại sự thuận tiện tối đa cho việc di chuyển đến trung tâm thành phố và sân bay Nội Bài.

2. Thiết kế đỉnh cao

Starlake được sáng tạo bởi các kiến trúc sư hàng đầu thế giới, với phong cách hiện đại và tinh tế. Các công trình tại đây được xây dựng theo tiêu chuẩn cao nhất, sử dụng vật liệu chất lượng và thân thiện với môi trường. Dự án bao gồm nhiều loại hình bất động sản như biệt thự, nhà liền kề, căn hộ cao cấp và các tòa nhà văn phòng, thương mại.

3. Tiện ích nội khu vượt trội

Khu đô thị Starlake cung cấp đầy đủ các tiện ích cao cấp nhằm đáp ứng tối đa nhu cầu của cư dân:

Trung tâm thương mại: Với nhiều cửa hàng, siêu thị và nhà hàng đa dạng.

Khu vui chơi giải trí: Bao gồm công viên, hồ điều hòa, sân chơi cho trẻ em và khu thể thao ngoài trời.

Giáo dục: Hệ thống trường học quốc tế và trung tâm giáo dục chất lượng cao.

Y tế: Bệnh viện và phòng khám hiện đại, đảm bảo sức khỏe cho cư dân.

An ninh: Hệ thống an ninh 24/7, đảm bảo an toàn tuyệt đối cho cộng đồng dân cư.

4. Cộng đồng văn minh

Starlake không chỉ là nơi để ở mà còn là nơi xây dựng một cộng đồng dân cư văn minh, thân thiện và đoàn kết. Các sự kiện cộng đồng thường xuyên được tổ chức để cư dân có cơ hội giao lưu, kết nối và phát triển mối quan hệ.

5. Tiềm năng phát triển mạnh mẽ

Với vị trí chiến lược và hạ tầng hoàn thiện, Starlake được đánh giá là một trong những dự án có tiềm năng phát triển cao tại Hà Nội. Giá trị bất động sản tại đây được dự báo sẽ tăng trưởng mạnh mẽ trong tương lai, mang lại cơ hội đầu tư hấp dẫn cho các nhà đầu tư.

Kết luận

Khu đô thị Starlake là một biểu tượng của sự phát triển đô thị hiện đại, mang đến cho cư dân một cuộc sống tiện nghi, an lành và thịnh vượng. Với những ưu điểm nổi bật về vị trí, thiết kế, tiện ích và cộng đồng, Starlake là lựa chọn lý tưởng cho những ai tìm kiếm một không gian sống đẳng cấp tại Hà Nội.

Để biết thêm thông tin chi tiết về mua bán, chuyển nhượng và cho thuê bất động sản tại khu đô thị Starlake, xin vui lòng liên hệ văn phòng BĐS Tân Long:

Hotline: 0989.734.734

Email: hotline@bdstanlong.vn

Website: khudothistarlake.com

[nhamatphonet]

Gia đình bán gấp biệt Thự khu đô thị Tây Hồ Tây Starlake khu K7. Diện tích 320m2, mặt tiền 12m, hướng Nam, đường nhựa to, Xây dựng 3 tầng 1 tum, hoàn thiện theo chủ đầu tư Hàn Quốc. Vị trí gần đường Xuân Tảo và đường 60m nối từ Phạm Văn Đ

[persistentvisionz]

June 5, 2023

Dead & Company - Starlake Amphitheater, Burgettstown PA

[mariagreenwoodart]

Tell me about Maya and I'll tell you about Gene :3 (oc blorbos)

Her story is a little cringe since I made her in 2020, but I've learned to embrace the cringe.

So this is Maya McKenna.

She's pretending to be half cat to hide the fact that she has a golden touch, because cat people are more accepted in starlake heights (the fictional city where my main roster of OCs are from) than people with curses. She's seventeen years old, and she's the founder and captain of starlake heights's tennis club. She's also in a relationship with her childhood best friend Rose Rivers.

(I drew these pictures yesterday when I was in a bit of an art kick.)

I also have a "main colour" for all my OCs. So Maya's main colour is turquoise and Rose's is red.

[vodkaandsnakes]

On this day, June 7, in Type O Negative history:

Type O Negative play Ozzfest at the Coca-Cola Starlake Amphitheater with Black Sabbath, Ozzy Osbourne, Marilyn Manson, and Pantera in Burgettstown, PA (1997)

Type O Negative play the Big Easy in Spokane, WA (2008)

[frozendairyproduct]

Red Tassel Soup

They say when a good king dies, the Night Sky’s heart shatters into a million silver pieces and rains down upon the world in worship. They say when a wise king dies, the Twin Moons cry blood for the loss of knowledge, peace, and balance. They say when a kind king dies, the Mother Moon covers her Sun’s brilliance, for the king’s warmth must shine for one last time to let the world mourn.

When Novaerah’s father dies, brilliant stars streak across the sky in a relentless shower, the Twin Moons hang heavily in crimson red, and when morning comes, the Mother Moon blocks the Sun’s ray, blanketing all of the mortal realm in darkness for seven years. The crops that grew in those seven years are sad and small, wilting yellow on the plates of the commonfolk and light green on the plates of the noble. The cattle were sad and thin, drooping with resignation when the common people slaughtered and served them as a delicacy for nobles to eat.

There is fear and unrest. Novaerah knows this as he sits in the High Tower, awaiting the day of his coronation--fear amongst the nobles and unrest amongst the common people, but also fear amongst the common people and unrest amongst the priestesses, for Novaerah’s father was not a kind king nor a wise king nor a good king. For the heavens to go dark, for the Twin Moons to cry each night, full and red and filled with regret, for the stars to streak and burn and fall upon the ground, the gods are angry.

The first year the sky went dark, Novaerah was nine and confused, the Regent whisking him away from the palace to a tower that reached high up into the sky--tall, domineering, and confining. 

“Princess,” he says, hands resting on Novaerah’s shoulders.

Prince, Novaerah corrects silently, subconsciously. 

“Princess, you’re here for your own safety. Once you reach of age, we will let you out. Once the gods have gotten what they wish for, once the kingdom is once more in safe hands.”

Novaerah nods, and the Regent smiles.

Two days later, a young boy suddenly finds himself up in Novaerah’s tower, his silver eyes shiny like the star and his messy inky black hair plastered to his face. His mouth moves silently before he finally asks, “Are you a princess from the fairy tales?”

Novaerah looks at him. “No. I’m the Crown Prince of Noctis.” 

He tilts his head before scrambling down from the window he was perched on. “Prince? But I heard that… Nevermind. I’m Raen of Starlake but my mother moved me here so I guess I’m Raen of...Ash Landing?”

Novaerah fidgets with the edge of his sleeves. “But here isn’t Ash Landing.” 

“My father renamed it yesterday,” Raen says, shrugging. 

He starts to look around the room, swerving around Novaerah carelessly. Novaerah follows his gaze anxiously, cautiously. The room he’s in isn’t much--a bed in the center, a star insignia hanging in the center of the ceiling, bookshelves lining the wall, a desk pushed near the window Raen had entered. It’s cast in shadows of gold and silver from the flickering candlelight within and moonlight without.

Raen turns his attention to Novaerah again, eyes flickering with a type of mischief that makes Novaerah all the more cautious. 

“Do you think you’d mind if I come here more often? My father’s so annoying, and he knows all of my hiding spots. He’ll never know I’m here. It’ll be our secret.” Raen grins, sticking out his hand. “I won’t annoy you too much. I swear.”

Novaerah watches the hand in front of him. They’re like his: small, a little round, chubby, but where his is pale and ink-stained, Raen’s is tan and covered with dirt, brown under his nails and in the crevices of his palm.

“Okay,” Novaerah says, something shifting within him, the feeling buoyant, light, and sending a sharp sting of giddiness through him. He clasps the hand, Raen warm and slightly rough against his palm. “Okay, I agree.”

Raen’s smile widens, his eyes curving gently like a crescent moon, and then he leaves just as suddenly, in a flurry of dirt brown and mahogany red robes with splotches of grass green. 

The second year the sky goes dark, time creeps slowly toward the third. Novaerah keeps the days clear in the journal the Regent gifts him for his tenth birthday, saying, “A good way for a princess to pass her times.” 

He has no idea what to do with it at first, leaving it to gather dust in the corner as he waits for Raen to return each day so Raen could teach him all the new sword forms he had learned, all the stories he had heard in the market, all the sights he had seen, and all the complaints he had for the courtesy lessons his father forced upon him. It’s only when Raen appears one day with a guilty expression, hesitant voice, and gloomy disposition that Novaerah understands what it’s like to count the days and to expect someone to hold their promises.

“Highness,” Raen had said that night (or was it day? Novaerah is never sure anymore), folding and unfolding the outer robe that he had shed in the warmth, “my father says I’ll be going to an academy next week. I’ll be away for three months, and won’t be able to visit you.” 

Novaerah, sitting next to Raen in the center of the room, leans back against his bed and pulls his legs in, curling up. He doesn’t understand why the disappointment pulls so heavily at him, but he supposes it’s because Raen burns so brightly. All would miss him if he was gone. 

“Don’t be sad, Highness.” Raen reaches out a little but stops himself. “I’ve got some books you might like reading. They bore me to death. Tutor Seur probably wishes he had you as a student, but whatever. At least he’s ridding himself of me now. I’ve even got you a sword manual. You better be able to win against me again next time. You still have the training sword, right?”

Novaerah nods, throat tight, eyes burning and wet, and then Raen is gone again, leaving only the shadows behind to accompany Novaerah. 

The Regent visits him two days after Raen’s departure on the seventh day of the seventh month when the darken nights meet its three year mark. He holds two books in his hand, both large and heavy, bound in worn leather. 

“May the gods give their blessings tonight, Princess,” the Regent greets, setting the books in Novaerah’s hands. 

“May we remain safe in the Night of the Ghosts,” Novaerah returns, eyes settling onto the soft volumes resting in his outstretched hands. The first book is the Book of Legends, which Novaerah knows by heart and can recount legend by legend, word by word. All of Noctis’s legends are passed down--the stories of gods, heroes, and ghosts familiar as the words they speak. 

“The Night is long, but it will come to an end. When the time comes, you will do what you were born for.” 

With such a word and a careful bow, the Regent leaves the Tower. 

Novaerah does not care to listen for the Regent’s departing footsteps and sets the books down on his desk, sliding the first one off. There is no title on the second book, so Novaerah flips open the cover and touches the page, silky against his fingers and smelling of ink. He sits and reads the first page, then the second, then the third, and then the rest, not stopping even when the candles burned low. 

It is not of the local legends he knows so well, but rather the barbaric ones of foreigners. Novaerah finds himself captivated, and though it was blasphemous to the gods to read such things, he rereads each one day by day. When Raen returns from the Academy, Novaerah would tell him a new one, but he always saved his favorite, never daring to utter out loud because of all the foreign legends, his favorite is the most blasphemous.

But sometimes, in the edges of sleep, Novaerah often wondered, how is it that the Regent had acquired such a book when all had been burned.

In the sixth year, the Regent comes while Raen is still in High Tower listening to Novaerah recount the story of a bridegroom leading his lover away from a sacrifice to the heavens. The soft pitter patter of the Regent’s footsteps come too late for Raen to leave, but he is swift enough to hide himself behind one of Noaverah’s many piles of books. 

“Princess,” the Regents says, forgoing the traditional greeting. 

Novaerah nods at him from where he is sitting in front of Raen’s long legs peeking uncomfortably out of the pile of books.

The Regent frowns at Novaerah’s lack of propriety and continues, “In eight moon’s turn, the Blessed Priestess will conduct a Gifting Ceremony.”

“A Gifting Ceremony?” Novaerah tilts his head. “To worship the gods or to...appease them?”

The Regents hesitates, calculating gray eyes staring into Novaerah’s. “I believe the prince knows within his heart.”

Novaerah nods, feeling colder than he ever had.

“May the gods be gifted,” the Regent says at last in the silence and leaves once more.

“Highness?” Raen asks once they no longer hear the Regent’s footsteps. “Novae?”

Novaerah extends his clammy hands and forces them to stop shaking as he pushes the books aside to let Raen out of his nook. His mind stutters, too frantic to understand the Regent’s parting words. “A Gifting Ceremony… I did not know-- No, I suppose I did know, just foolishly wished…”

“It is a rumor,” Raen admits, “amongst the common people, but I never told you because I did not want you to be in distress for the seven years you were trapped here.”

Novaerah looks out the window of the High Tower, at the glimmering dark sky bathed in bloody red. “In the Book of Legends, it is said that all that happens is of the will of the gods. For man to live well, one must appease the gods, to follow the chosen routes the gods have set for us, for it is our honor to have been given such a life, and we are too lowly to play with Fate’s Wheel. The gods-determined fates are never to be questioned.” 

Novaerah takes in a shuddering breath. “A fortunate kingdom is a kingdom with a prince, for the prince will appease the gods. A happy kingdom is a kingdom with a princess, for the gods are kinder to the fairer half. A blessed kingdom is a kingdom with a princess and a prince, for it is seen that the gods are happy.”

Raen does not make a sound from where he sits.

“Noctis is not blessed with a pair nor a prince, but the gods demand a Gift.”

Eight days before the Gifting Ceremony, Novaerah has on travelling robes, his father’s swords, his mother’s jewels hidden in the layers of robes, and a sacket containing the barbarian’s legends, enough rations to sustain a month, and the last of his family’s silvers and golds. Raen finds him standing at the window, their heads almost colliding as they come face to face.

“You’re leaving.”

Raen’s face is impassive, the coldest it had been since Novaerah had met him seven years ago. He steels himself.

“Noctis does not have a gods appeasing prince.”

“Novaera, you are not born a prince.”

Novaerah’s throat closes up at that, fists clenched as he stares at Raen. “Well, even if I am Princess Novaera, I cannot appease the gods. It is not the way.”

They stare at each other, time slowly draining away at the blood hourglass set upon Novaerah’s desk by the Regent.

Finally, Raen says, “In the book of barbarian legends, there is one final story you have not yet told me.”

“Ah.” Novaerah steps back in surprise at the shift of subject and at Raen pushing himself into the room. “The story of the soup with a thousand fates.”

“Indeed.”

Novaerah hesitates, searching Raen’s eyes, but he remains silent with an expecting air. So, Novaerah starts the story.

“Once, when the Lunar Immortal had shielded the Solar Immortal for the first time since the Creation, the Lunar Immortal wandered too closely to the Bridge of Forgetfulness. There, the Lunar Immortal had met an old lady making soup. 

The Lunar Immortal had asked, ‘Who are you making this soup for?’ as there was no one on the bridge except for the woman. 

The old woman had answered, ‘For all those who pass by.’

The Lunar Immortal, being naturally curious, had stepped closer to see what the woman was stirring in the pots. At the time, the Lunar Immortal had been carrying a basket of red tassels, which were just woven under the sun’s faint ring of light. The materials for the tassel came from the blood of the heavenly officials, and the wood for the basket came from the earth’s own bones. It was under the joining light of the moon and the sun that these tassels were made in, the essence of both carefully woven in. While the sun delivered the basis for these tassels of fates, the moon was the one who finally put them together. It was in the parting of the two heavenly bodies that the Lunar Immortal met the old woman, for the Lunar Immortal was to deliver these tassels to the Fountain of Life, where each tassel was to forever govern a mortal’s fate. 

Yet, who was to know that the Lunar Immortal was curious beyond nature and the Solar Immortal careless beyond control? The basket which the Solar Immortal wove could not hold the many tassels, and the wood, burnt and frayed from the sun’s fiery, jubilant nature, suddenly gave way to the thousand tassels tumbling into the pot of soup.

The old lady continued to stir while the Lunar Immortal scrambled to stop it, but it was too late. The tassels had all but tumbled in. Horrified, the Lunar Immortal watched as the tassels turned into noodles and the fate of each mixed together. 

‘What will you do?’ the Lunar Immortal finally asked. ‘This soup must never be drunk by anyone, and the mortal realm is doomed to never see life as the heavenly and ghostly realms do.’

The old lady was not the least bit alarmed. She chuckled. ‘Ah, young one, there is always a solution to everything. My soup will be drunk by all the souls that pass by. The Fountain of Life might be the creation of each new soul, but it is with this soup that will allow them to continue into the cycle of birth and death.’

And thus from then on, each person’s fate was individual and their own.”

Raen nods when Novaerah finishes the story, eyes still hard though no longer cold.

“It is a good legend,” Novaerah says when Raen does not respond. “It is blasphemous but my mere existence blasphemes against the gods. I don’t want to be a princess. nor a prince, for all that mattered. I want to be free of here, Raen, so I must go.”

“Alright.” Raen reaches out to tighten the sack tied on Novaerah’s belt. “I’ll come too.” 

He swings his leg out the window ledge and starts to climb down, but Novaerah catches his arms. “Did your father know which book he had given me?”

Raen tilts his head. “I will tell you the answer when we are both out of the tower.”

Novaerah laughs for the first time in seven years and swings his legs out as well. He grasps at the bricks sticking out, and makes his way down, the strain in his calves aching as he finally lowers himself onto solid ground. 

The world is darker outside the tower, with no candle to light up his way, but the wind is cool against his cheeks and the air is less stifling to breathe. He stumbles backwards a little, gasping in delight when his hands brush against the tall blades of grass that grew long and thin. The area around the tower is clear of trees, but it is filled with waist high grasses that whisper when the winds call. 

He takes a step, then another, and then into a run.

[nonehell]

I listened to the PTA meeting over zoom and it put my name as my phones name and I won a coffee gift card so they announce to the whole PTA meeting that Marigold Starlake has won a coffee gift card and now I have to move

[diemtin24hhomnay]

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Hà Nội Điều Chỉnh Kế Hoạch Sử Dụng Đất Quận Bắc Từ Liêm Năm 2024

UBND TP Hà Nội vừa quyết định điều chỉnh, bổ sung kế hoạch sử dụng đất năm 2024 tại quận Bắc Từ Liêm, bao gồm năm dự án mới trên tổng diện tích 10,76 ha. Các dự án bổ sung gồm: tuyến đường nối từ Nguyễn Đình Tứ đến đường Cổ Nhuế và tuyến đường số 10 tại khu đô thị Bắc Cổ Nhuế - Chèm, Ban chỉ huy quân sự phường Đông Ngạc, khu tổ hợp Phú Diễn - Ecity Phú Diễn tại phường Phú Diễn, nhà văn hóa kết hợp khu vui chơi tại phường Phúc Diễn.

Đáng chú ý là dự án Tổ hợp dịch vụ công cộng, thương mại kết hợp nhà ở cao cấp Tây Hồ Tây tại lô đất H4HH1 của khu đô thị Tây Hồ Tây. Bên cạnh đó, diện tích đất nông nghiệp, phi nông nghiệp và đất chưa sử dụng cũng được điều chỉnh với tổng diện tích 4.534,84 ha, trong đó đất nông nghiệp chiếm 524,13 ha, đất phi nông nghiệp là 3.898,53 ha.

Quy Mô Khu Đô Thị Tây Hồ Tây và Các Điều Chỉnh Liên Quan

Khu đô thị Tây Hồ Tây, còn gọi là Starlake, được quy hoạch trên diện tích hơn 186 ha, nằm tại các phường Xuân La (quận Tây Hồ), Nghĩa Đô (quận Cầu Giấy), Xuân Đỉnh và Cổ Nhuế 1 (quận Bắc Từ Liêm, Hà Nội). Dự án khởi công từ năm 2014, do Công ty TNHH Phát triển T.H.T thuộc Tập đoàn Daewoo E&C làm chủ đầu tư, với quy mô vốn hơn 1,3 tỷ USD.

Thành phố Hà Nội còn điều chỉnh số lượng dự án và diện tích theo quyết định số 3906/QĐ-UBND ngày 29/7/2024, nâng tổng số dự án lên 207 dự án trên diện tích 1.699,58 ha. Những điều chỉnh này nhấn mạnh cam kết của Hà Nội trong việc tối ưu hóa quỹ đất và phát triển cơ sở hạ tầng đô thị.

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Chung cư cao cấp bùng nổ tại Hà Nội, nhà bình dân vắng bóng

Gần đây, Hà Nội chứng kiến sự bùng nổ của hàng loạt dự án chung cư cao cấp. Capitaland, tập đoàn bất động sản Singapore, đã khởi công dự án chung cư cao cấp với quy mô 2.150 căn tại khu đô thị phía Đông Hà Nội. Giá thăm dò của dự án này khoảng 68 triệu đồng/m², căn hộ 2 phòng ngủ có giá khoảng 5,5 tỷ đồng. Trước đó, Capitaland cũng đã phát triển một dự án chung cư cao cấp khác ở phía Tây thủ đô, với tỷ lệ bán đạt 99% sau ba giai đoạn.

Masterise Homes cũng giới thiệu dự án chung cư tại Vinhomes Global Gate (Đông Anh) với mức giá thăm dò cao nhất đạt 130 triệu đồng/m². Các dự án khác như Starlake Tây Hồ Tây hay trên đường Lê Quang Đạo cũng ghi nhận mức giá thăm dò cao nhất hơn 120 triệu đồng/m².

Mặc dù nguồn cung chung cư cao cấp liên tục tăng, phân khúc nhà ở bình dân vẫn thiếu hụt nghiêm trọng. Các dự án nhà ở xã hội phát triển chậm, trong khi nhu cầu từ người dân vẫn cao. Chuyên gia cho rằng việc phát triển chung cư cao cấp là do các chủ đầu tư lớn muốn tối ưu lợi nhuận khi chi phí đất và đầu tư tăng cao.

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Guess I'm here for realsies now

Twitter is truly in the deadening now, whats up?

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//Eliza helps with the planning and gardening idk some pamphlet thing?//

Valerian tugged at his riding leathers with his teeth. Spring was in chaos after Tamlin had abdicated and given it to him.

He was no one to these people.

Had been no one of title and consequence till Tamlin decided to give it to him.

He looked out over the rose garden turning from it to the nearest servant. He'd waited long enough to respect the customs of Spring.

"Dig up the roses and garden, divert the starlake to feed them."

"Your Grace are you planning to add to the garden?"

Valerian sneered brushing past them.

"I intend to grow food for the people, the starlike will enhance the food and grow it quicker. Form without function is the height of frivolity. Make sure the Starlake has an underwater aquifer to feed it too Bram."

"Yes Sir. Sir?"

Valerian bit back a sigh and looked to him, raising an eyebrow.

"Thank you for thinking of your people."

Valerian turned and walked away. Up to his personal study. He locked the door, the wards coming down as he dropped his mask long enough to breathe.

He'd done it. He'd done what his people had been trying to achieve for centuries - gained power.

The Changelings would have a home soon, a foothold finally.

He'd done it as he'd vowed to his people.

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The news had spread of the new High Lord of Spring, a male who was a visionary in ways that no one had expected. One who seemed in tune with what his people wanted and needed, one who seemed to not mind completely putting things on their head and shake up the status quo.

That was why she was there, it was why a few of them came. Individuals who were eager to witness history first hand, individuals who were eager to lend a helping hand.

Her mama had ensured all her daughters knew plants, knew how they grew and thrived. So why should she let that knowledge and gift go to waste, especially when a people needed it.

Elizabeta smiled as she carried the bucket of fertilizer to the nearest bed, her hair was pulled back into a messy bun and her clothes were a mess - but who cared. It was what she loved when she was with her sisters, with her family, she didn't need to be prim and proper and here...Well no one really acknowledges who she was. She was just Eliza, someone who came from Dawn to assist.

She wasn't paying much attention to anything when she collided with someone, letting out a squeak when she looked up at Valerian. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there!"

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