#texas modern

[fringeyguygoesrogue]

Open Living Room in Dallas Huge beach style open concept light wood floor living room photo with gray walls and a media wall

[daisy-walker]

3/4 Bath - Bathroom Inspiration for a small contemporary bathroom remodel with a single sink, white cabinets, a wall-mount toilet, and a freestanding vanity with 3/4 multicolored tile and limestone tile, a gray floor, and gray walls.

[sepiasims]

Bathroom 3/4 Bath in Dallas Inspiration for a small contemporary 3/4 multicolored tile and limestone tile limestone floor, gray floor and single-sink bathroom remodel with white cabinets, a wall-mount toilet and a freestanding vanity

[jamiecolby]

Living Room Open Dallas Living room - huge coastal open concept light wood floor living room idea with gray walls and a media wall

[worstreligiousfanart]

Great Room Dallas Example of a huge trendy l-shaped dark wood floor and gray floor open concept kitchen design with a single-bowl sink, flat-panel cabinets, medium tone wood cabinets, granite countertops, gray backsplash, limestone backsplash, paneled appliances, an island and black countertops

[eleu22]

OMG I FINALLY FINISHED IT— ok i originally wanted to make a comic but i decided to do this instead lol its been on my art to do list for ages but the art block hit hard but shes back!!!! yet again plz read texas red if you havent yet by @slater-baby oh my absolute god, its amazing. everyone collectively say thank you slater.

[engelart]

“looking back”, 2007 by Norman Engel

[demphen]

rest in peace bubba sawyer you would’ve loved chappell roan

[wtfdemother]

Slasher AU Hewitt!König biggest sweetheart imo. NSFW below, happy Kinkvember day 13 ☃️🤝

post dividers by tsunami-of-tears

CW: boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, lotta booobs. Man I make the baddest bitches send me nuuudes/lyr. Anwyay, König’s got an oral fixation that needs attention.

Hewitt!König X Wife!Reader

Hewitt!König who trails behind you that morning on your way to the barn. Luda Mae needed eggs for breakfast and you were more than happy to oblige, thinking nothing of the nervous fidgeting coming from the hulking man who sulked at your side. It was funny, really, sometimes you’d peer out the corner of your eye to catch a glimpse of him, trying hard to ignore you while he was hard at work. You were no fool, you knew behind those bushy, furrowed brows he was dying to be in the place of that three month old calf you coddled, or the one being nuzzled and grabbed instead of the big, squishy nose of a horse.

Hewitt!König who wanted the same amount of attention you gave the chickens and other farm animals on that damn ranch, you’re the whole reason he got his family to raise more than just chickens and pigs! If he’d knew those furry creatures would steal your attention, he wouldn’t have gotten them. Now, he’s paying the price, big time. He hates and loves himself for it, there hid no ill intentions towards your little animals, how they brought light to your face was more than enough to soothe his heart. He learned to share but decided that enough with the chores the minute you spilled a pail of water on yourself.

Hewitt!König who drops whatever it was he was doing, his concentration fizzling out in an instant. His mind is full of you. He steps over the object now lying in the mud, two meaty paws come to grab you tight by the waist, hoisting you up like a bag of flour. “König! We don’t have time for this—” He throws you onto a stack of hay, grunting a mumbled response behind the leather mask to silence your sass. To him you were giving him sass, but you just wanted to change out of this wet shirt. To which he obliged happily, helping you toss that shirt to the ground.

Hewitt!König who ignores your weakly said protests as he kisses his way up your stomach to your throat, giving the delicate skin a small nip before descending lower to your collarbone. From there his kisses get hotter, breathier, marred flesh pressed the kindest of kisses on your skin, your head fell back and you let him do whatever. A deep rumble of approval reaches your ears, making your panties slick from the timbre sound alone. He stills you when you squirm, his breath hot on your peak. Gingerly he licks at the bud, eyelids flutter shut as he groans from the taste of your warmth on his tongue. He swore he could fall asleep suckling at your nipple, but the strain in his pants proves too much to simply ignore. He palms your unoccupied breast with a large hand, for such calloused fingertips they worked most benevolently.

Hewitt!König who closed the entire world off when he was with you, too busy pouring his attention on the firm peak in the warmth of his mouth, gathering as much spit as he could around your nipple as he swirled his tongue and sucked with fervour. You dig your fingers deep in his hair, trying to pull him off but that mountain of a man wouldn’t budge so long as he had a mouthful of your tit. He lets go with a resounding pop!, his lips glistening with spit and his breath short. He doesn’t give you a moment of reprieve, diving in again to latch onto your other nipple. No, he hasn’t forgotten about it, kleine lamm.

Hewitt!König who traps your growing bud between his teeth, giving it a little tug before taking it fully in his mouth. He’s growing demanding, wanting more of you to satisfy that gnawing urge. Growling feral sounds occupy the air, you swore you had an animal on top of you as he tore into the fat of your bosom, leaving small dents the shape of his teeth all around the ample flesh spread beneath him like dough. What a sight, he huffs fondly, dipping down once more to kiss the space between your breasts.

Hewitt!König who only pulls away once he’s done slobbering all over your chest, grinning at the bite marks on your tender flesh and the tears brimming your eyes. He kisses you apologetically, but that doesn’t stop your tits from being sore. He gets that much from the frown on your face, carefully he ducks back to press the softest of kisses on the blues and purples blooming over your skin. Again and again, you can barely hear him moving above but you can feel his lips pressing reverently to each and every bruise. What a sight for sore eyes, he thought.

Hewitt!König who speaks only for you, despite the discomfort. “Tut mir leid, Schatz…” he grumbles, voice hoarse from years of misuse. He doesn’t really need it, mostly just communicates with a series of curt head nods and grunts. But with you? He liked seeing you shine with delight every time he spoke. He leans into your touch as a hand slides down his cheek from the top of his head, his hair a little disheveled from your tight grab. “S’okay, big guy…” you say in a whisper, running a thumb over his scarred face. Beautiful, genuine features you thought, nobody felt so deeply like you did for each other. “I was a little rough too…”

He was too shy to finish y’alls business in the barn, so he quickly carried you home. Later on, sometime in the early evening he brought lunch over to your bed on account of your legs being out of commission, curtesy of König and your shared needs.

[slater-baby]

Texas Red Update!!

Okay guys let's FINALLY address the elephant in the room. First of all, I wanna get your most burning question out of the way: I HAVE BEEN WRITING IT THIS WHOLE TIME LMAO Like I said, I don't abandon works. I might let them sit for a while, but I have never thought of abandoning Texas Red, nor will I ever. That being said, however, I have some relatively important reasons for not having released the next chapter yet. Here they are so that you guys understand!!!

Okay so, in terms of story creation, we've gotten through the first arc. We're entering the second (which will have some important changes to the first). However, for those of you that aren't aware, I've written Texas red entirely without any planning. Everything you've read thus far? Made it up as I went along lmao. Usually, it can work out pretty well. However, we've reached a part of the story where there actually needs to be concrete plans and resolutions, and I hit a goddamn wall on that front.

I changed the ending of the book (and, yes, it's literally novel length already--my estimates place the final word count somewhere between 250-350K words in total). My original thoughts about what the ending were had to change given what was already written, so.....basically had to refigure how I'm gonna get us from point A to point B in the story. NOTHING ABOUT WHATS ALREADY WRITTEN HAS CHANGED!! It's only future events that I've had to reconsider.

Idk if any of you have picked up on the messaging I'm trying to convey through the characters just yet, but in the second act, the theme of the story is a BIG, BIG thing!! Like, it's both fun, exciting, adventurous, and complicated. On one hand, it's going to be a lot of action, but on the other, it requires creating caricatures I've never considered before--mostly in reference to moral concepts.

My real life is HELLA complicated. Writing isn't what I do for a living, and sometimes, finding the time to be online is pretty difficult. Basically, I'm busy as fuck, this year is crazy for me, and I've been dealing with helllaaaaaa writer's block.

So there you have it folks!! There is good news though. Why, you might ask yourself, did I wait so long to make this post? Why didn't I make this post like a month ago? Well, I have an answer for you.

Chapter 20 will be released VERY soon!

I've rewritten it several times over, still don't exactly like where it is right now, but this chapter has been a huge work in progress. I'm a perfectionist when it comes to things like this, and I'm not going to release a story/chapter to all of you people if I don't believe in it. Your passion and support guys are my biggest motivation for writing, and to do that enthusiasm justice, I won't lie to you if I think my own story craft isn't up to par.

So, in short, I'm sorry for making y'all wait this long, but!!!

We are back!!

[science70]

House of the Century, Mojo Lake, Angleton, Texas, 1971-73.

Architects: Ant Farm (Doug Michels, Chip Lord), Richard Jost

[brattypagansub]

Commander Graves head cannons (he didn’t turn) quick edition

Tried to warn TF 141 that they needed to go and ended up with a non fatal bullet wound by a Shepherd loyalist amongst his men.

Grew up in the country in East Texas

Harbors a deep hatred for Shepherd for making him cover up the slaughter of his men on that arms run

Made Soap listen to Buck Owens one time and went down three points on the man’s operator hottie scale

Had to work long and hard to get Price to trust him again

Actually listens to a mixture of rock, pop, country and early 2000’s hip hop

Knows the Devil Went Down to Georgia by heart and to impress Soap while drunk proceeded to sing it from memory

Blushed a little when he heard Soap mutter ‘god bless Texas’ after watching him tackle a man so hard he was out cold

Will die on the hill that it’s football and that’s soccer and Price can fight him on it

Can ride a mechanical bull and once did so while drunk off his ass on moonshine to impress Soap it was to the tune of Hillbilly Deluxe

Wore cowboy boots to PT to prove a point and managed to break a course record as well as a toe

Is best friends with Teeter who never lets him forget that he’s old by army standards

Taught a master class of Texas slang after he heard Soap ask Alex Keller is ‘bless your heart’ means fuck off in southern

TF 141 was treated to an even heavier almost unintelligible Texas accent after he got a concussion

Five pots of boiling oil was all fun and games when Soap was trying to say it until the dare was turned on himself

His outgoing charm is a front to hide that he suffers from a lot of ptsd and trauma

[entropy404]

you can take a boy out of midwest emo but you can’t take the midwest emo out of a boy

[thesaurushouseofdesign]

JOHN SAUNDERS CHASE JR. FAIA (1925-2012)

When Mr Chase went to college in the 1940s, only 10% of the population had undergraduate degrees, and very few of those were people of color. 

Mr Chase enrolled in Hampton University and went on to become the first Black graduate from the University of Texas. In 1952, he was the first Black architect in Texas to get an architectural license. 

Because no firms would hire him, to fulfill a required apprenticeship, Chase appealed to the State of Texas to take his licensing exam without the required apprenticeship. He took it and passed.

Soon after, he designed a sleek Modernist building at 1191 Navasota Street in East Austin for the offices of the Colored Teachers State Association of Texas. About 70 years later the building was acquired by the University of Texas at Austin.

Mr Chase took work where he could find it, which in the beginning meant Black clientele. He designed Riverside National Bank in Texas, and he designed several buildings for Texas Southern University. As his career continued to grow, Chase opened offices in Dallas, Houston, Austin, and Washington DC.

Throughout his life Chase was an advocate for the arts, encouraging other people of color to become architects, and in 1971 he became one of the 12 co-founders of the National Organization of Minority Architects (NOMA), architects who met at the 1971 Detroit AIA Conference.

Mr Chase was the first Black member of the Texas Society of Architects and the Houston AIA.  In 1980, President Jimmy Carter appointed him as the first Black member of the US Commission of Fine Arts.

1959 - The John and Drucie Chase House, 3512 Oakdale Street, Houston TX. He added a second story around 1968.

[cyanide-22]

CoD oc: Austin Graves!

I might write out a backstory for him if anyone cares enough to read it, he is big strong dummy and I love him

Please ask about him I need to ramble about him so badly

[creepling]

modern!au sawyer/slaughter family headcanons

nubbins

anarcho-capitalist discord modder with nitro

addicted to arizona tea

funk-pop collecter

wears a fez unironically

desk-setup is covered in cigerette buds and ash even tho he has 10 ash trays in eye sight

reddit user

closeted furry

had an incel phase but didn't wanna black pill bc he quote "loves tiddies".

drayton

facebook mom

always bidding on ebay

falls for scams like "hot asians near your area"

will deliberately cause fights with workers in hospitality

not afraid if say if someone has an ugly baby

refers to minority groups in plural (ie. the gays)

parasocial relationship with donald trump

thought covid was a conspiracy but loved lockdown.

bubba

works at walmart stacking shelves

weekly attender of adult trampoline parks.

down time involves getting high and watching baby sensory videos

likes anime but never finishes a series.

feeds stray cats then wonders why they follow him home

special interest is super mario bros and WWE

cosplays on tiktok and accidentally became a meme.

johnny

hooks up with his friend's moms

snapchat score in the millions and infamous among dating apps

can't drive bc of multiple DUIs

thinks porn is useless and calls people who watch it "bitchless", but will beg for nudes

wants a "crazy girl" then gets scared at said crazy girl.

has dropped his phone in the toilet more than once. multiple times actually

will jump on online comms for nubbins when people are bullying him and cuss them out.

unironically calls himself a sigma male and/or alpha chad.

sissy

kleptomaniac for small items in supermarkets

has an OF and charges crazy amounts for feet pics

her mugshot is her finsta pfp

is the girl in nightclub bathrooms that compliments everything about you, but wil glass a guy at the bar and get kicked out

gets the villain edit as an x factor contestant

does vlogs of her crying on the kitchen floor, trisha paytas style

goes to sleep listening to true crime podcasts

has insane road rage to the point she will get out and smash your car window.