#West Vancouver Houses

[moodboardmix]

Liminal House, West Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada,

Mcleod Bovell Modern Houses

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[blueiskewl]

Mid-Century Modern

West Vancouver, British Columbia 2628 Queens Avenue.

$8,400,000

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[lifestyleofluxe]

#lifestyle #luxury #Bathroom. Hugo & Brigitte Eppich House. West Vancouver #BC. Arthur Erickson &

[empirecustomhomes]

Finding the Right Fit: How to Choose Among House Contractors in West Vancouver

When it comes to embarking on a home renovation or building project, choosing the right house contractor in West Vancouver is crucial. The right contractor can turn your vision into reality, ensuring quality craftsmanship and a smooth process from start to finish. With the abundance of options available, finding the perfect fit may seem daunting. However, by following these key steps, you can confidently select among the residential builders in West Vancouver to bring your dream home to life.

Define Your Needs and Vision: Before beginning your search for a house contractor, take the time to clearly define your needs and vision for the project. Consider your budget, timeline, and specific requirements. Are you looking to renovate an existing space or build a new custom home? Understanding your goals will help you narrow down your options and communicate effectively with potential contractors.

Research Local Contractors: Start by researching house contractors in West Vancouver. Look for companies with a strong reputation and positive reviews from past clients. Explore their websites, portfolios, and testimonials to get a sense of their expertise and style. Pay attention to projects similar to yours to ensure they have the experience and capabilities to meet your needs.

Check Credentials and Experience: When evaluating potential contractors, it's essential to check their credentials and experience. Ensure they are licensed, bonded, and insured to work in West Vancouver. Ask about their experience with projects similar to yours and inquire about any specialized skills or certifications they possess. A reputable contractor will be transparent about their qualifications and happy to provide references.

Schedule Consultations: Narrow down your list of potential contractors and schedule consultations with each one. Use this opportunity to discuss your project in detail, including your goals, budget, and timeline. Pay attention to how well the contractor listens to your needs and communicates their ideas. A good contractor will ask thoughtful questions and provide valuable insights to help bring your vision to life.

Review Contracts and Estimates: After meeting with each contractor, carefully review their contracts and estimates. Look for detailed descriptions of the scope of work, materials, timeline, and payment schedule. Compare the proposals from each contractor to ensure they align with your expectations and budget. Don't hesitate to ask questions or request clarifications before making a decision.

Consider Communication and Compatibility: Building or renovating a home is a collaborative process, so it's essential to choose a contractor you feel comfortable communicating with. Pay attention to how responsive and accessible the contractor is during the initial stages of the project. Consider their communication style and whether you feel confident in their ability to keep you informed and involved throughout the process.

Ask for References and Visit Past Projects: Before making a final decision, ask each contractor for references from past clients. Reach out to these references to learn more about their experience working with the contractor. In addition, consider visiting past projects completed by the contractor to see the quality of their work firsthand. This will give you valuable insight into their craftsmanship and attention to detail.

Trust Your Instincts: Ultimately, trust your instincts when choosing a house contractor in West Vancouver. Select a contractor who not only meets your practical criteria but also aligns with your vision and values. Building or renovating a home is a significant investment, so it's essential to choose a contractor you feel confident in and excited to work with.

By following these steps, you can confidently choose among the house contractors in West Vancouver to find the perfect fit for your project. With the right contractor by your side, you can turn your dream home into a reality, enjoying quality craftsmanship and a stress-free construction process from start to finish.

#Residential Builders In West Vancouver #House Contractors In West Vancouver

[emmagibney]

Traditional Garage Vancouver An illustration of a sizable traditional detached two-car garage design

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[funny-junks]

Home Bar - Galley

#Inspiration for a large transitional galley carpeted and gray floor home bar remodel with shaker cabinets #dark wood cabinets and mirror backsplash house #chinese client #west side vancouver #wood bar stools #vancouver #custom kitchen #pool table

[brixwork]

Contrary to stalling sales in some cities and suburbs, North Vancouver's sales of homes, condos & townhomes continue reasonably strong amid inflation and interest rate hikes. Even among municipalities in the Lower Mainland, North Vancouver's market remains very robust and competitive as people are continued to be drawn to this diverse community.

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[wheresarizona]

Old Habits

pairing: Joel Miller/f!former sex worker reader

summary: Back in Boston, Joel Miller was your favorite client who frequented your services, exchanging ration cards and other items deemed illegal for sex with you until he just disappeared one day. It’s years later, and now, by a stroke of dumb luck on your journey out west, you’ve found yourself in the town of Jackson and in close proximity to Joel once again, the two of you immediately falling back into old habits. 

rating: E (18+!! This is smut. No y/n, porn without plot, reader’s age is unspecified but she was born before the outbreak, can be read as age gap, Gruff Joel Miller, Joel manhandling you, Joel ordering you around, rough sex, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), oral sex (m & f receiving), come eating, deepthroating, vaginal fingering, spanking, dirty talk (a lot), praise kink, light choking, squirting, breast play, spit mention, first kiss, talks of sex work (we are respectful in this house), a hint of Possessive Joel, some feelings as a treat, smidge of Soft Joel at the end, a special appearance by Ellie who doesn’t know where Joel is (spoiler: he’s hiding in your bathroom naked))

word count: 3.9k+

a/n: This was a horny thot I wrote in one night because it wouldn’t leave me alone, and now I’m sharing it with you. Thank you to @senorabond for betaing!

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs feed me. I’d love to know what you thought!

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It’s happenstance you find yourself in Jackson—honest to god, dumb luck, and a series of fortunate and unfortunate events. 

The plan was to cross the continent to Vancouver, B.C., where whispers talked about the QZ being a safe haven and not a complete hell hole like Boston. A group of you made the journey, and by the time scouts from Jackson found you getting close to their territory, only a few remained, and you all decided to stay in the quaint town. 

That brings you to where you are now, not even twenty-four hours after arriving, and barely settled into your little apartment in a converted garage, naked and on your knees with Joel Miller’s hard cock filling the tight space in your throat. Drool drips down your chin, and tears fall from the corners of your eyes as you suppress your gag reflex. 

It shocked you when he showed up at your door, having known him for years back in Boston since he used your services frequently, exchanging ration cards and other illegal items for sex with you. He loved that he could use you however he wanted, and you happily took it. He was your favorite client; then one day, he just disappeared—and in less than ten minutes of being reunited, he had you completely naked and on your knees for him. 

Did you mention he was your favorite?

He’s still fully clothed, with only his pants down enough to free himself. His big hand is on the back of your head, keeping you on him while he watches from above. You can’t even take him to the hilt, your jaw pried open wide. He’s heavy on your tongue, smelling the clean scent of the soap he must’ve scrubbed with before he came over. 

“Fuckin’ missed you chokin’ on my dick,” he groans. “So fuckin’ pretty takin’ it down your throat.” 

Your fingers are digging into his jean-clad thighs, your eyes rolled back in your head, moaning around him, barely able to breathe. He finally lets you up, and you come off him, gasping for breath. With saliva gathered on your tongue, you let it drip on the tip of him, your hand taking the place of your mouth, slickly stroking him while looking up at him through your lashes. 

“I missed this cock,” your words come out rough, tapping him on your tongue. 

He’s smirking. “Yeah, baby?”

“Yes.” You nod. “It’s so fucking big and always filled me so perfectly.” 

“I missed how your tight little pussy squeezed me—haunted my fuckin’ dreams. I can’t tell you how many times I fucked my hand thinkin’ about bein’ inside you again.” 

What he says has you feeling hot, arousal pooling in your belly, your cunt throbbing in the same beat as your heart, wanting him so badly. 

Continuing to jerk him in your palm, you dip your head down, licking at the thin skin of his sack before sucking a ball into your mouth, teasing it with your tongue.

“Fuck,” he moans. 

You give the other one the same treatment, letting it go to lick a hot stripe up his shaft, the tip steadily leaking precum. 

“On the bed,” he orders, roughly tugging you up by the arms to stand. “I’m not comin’ in your mouth.” 

“Yeah?” you purr. The bed is behind you, and you walk backward until your legs hit the edge. “Where do you wanna come?” you ask. “My stomach? On my pussy? My ass? My tits?”

His dark eyes are half-lidded and burning with desire as he moves toward you with purpose, saying, “You know damn well I’m gonna come all over your gorgeous tits.” It’s his favorite place to finish. He’s in front of you, his large palms taking them in hand. “Fuckin’ missed these, too.” To end the sentence, he bends, sucking your pebbled nipple between his lips. You moan at the shock of pleasure that shoots straight to your cunt, pushing your fingers into his slicked-back, slightly damp hair. 

The reason Joel was your favorite is he always made sure you came at least once—doing things he knew you enjoyed because he wanted to make you feel good. That was rare in your previous profession. Usually, it was all about the client, and your pleasure didn’t matter. 

Joel’s a gentleman, though. 

A hot, grumpy gentleman.

His mouth moves to your other tit, flicking his tongue over the hard bud; you feel your need for him dripping from your pussy to coat your inner thighs. 

Suddenly, he’s straightening and pushing you back onto the mattress, pulling your ass to the edge of the bed. You spread your legs for him as you sit up on your elbows. 

The tips of two of his thick fingers touch your lips. 

“Open,” he orders, and you do, sucking them into your mouth with a moan. “Get them nice and wet for me, baby.” You massage your tongue against them, his lust-filled gaze watching intently. He shoves them further back into your throat, and you easily take them. “Good girl,” he rasps. 

His hand leaves you, his focus locking on your glistening center. Dipping his head, he works his jaw to get saliva in the front of his mouth, spitting it onto your clit, and it drips all hot and wet down toward your hole that’s drooling arousal. 

“Pretty fuckin’ pussy,” he mumbles, staring at it. The press of his wet digits between the lips of your cunt sends an electric shock through you that has you throwing your head back. He wastes no time, gathering the mix of his saliva and your juices on his two fingers, pressing them inside you. 

A loud moan leaves you at how his fingers slightly stretch your tight walls. He’s pumping them in and out fast, crooking them to slide against that magical spot that blurs your vision. 

“Yeah, you fuckin’ missed me, didn’t ya?” he asks. 

“Yes,” you gasp. 

It sounds wet between your legs, hearing the slide of his digits fucking into you, his thumb rubbing against your swollen clit. 

“Nobody else made you come like me. And why’s that, baby?” he rasps, low. 

The muscles in your belly have begun tightening, his free hand grabbing at your breasts and teasing your nipples, the sensations ramping up your pleasure. 

“‘Cause it’s yours!”

“That’s fuckin’ right,” he growls. “This pussy is mine.” 

He doesn’t stop his ministrations when he leans over you, his hand on your chest moving up to wrap his fingers around your throat, squeezing lightly to make you see stars. 

“You gonna come for me?” he asks. “Gonna be my good girl and come all over my fingers? Let me have it.” 

Everything comes to a head, and you’re falling over the edge, your back arching, body tensing, coming with a moan of his name. Waves of euphoria erupt from your center, spreading out to your fingers and toes as he continues working you through your high to help you ride it out.  

“There it is,” he says. “My good fuckin’ girl.” 

Your mind is hazy, thoughts feeling slow and syrupy thick, almost positive you haven’t come that hard since the last time Joel paid you a visit. 

“You’re still my favorite,” you slur. He lets go of your throat as you lie back on the bed, blissed out. 

“I better fuckin’ be,” he replies, removing his hand from between your legs. “You haven’t even been here a damn day.” 

“I’m not doing that here,” you offhandedly comment. 

It’s silent for a second. 

“If this is your last time, can I pay for the entire night?” he asks. “They don’t have ration cards here, but I can trade for things you might need or do work around here. I can find some way to pay you.” 

Your eyes open, squinting as you sit back up. “I’m not charging you for this, Joel. You’re not my customer here. I’m having sex with you because I missed you and want to have sex with you.” 

His eyebrows lift. “Oh. Well, fuck, in that case, is this a one-time thing, or…?” 

Raising your brow, you answer, “Depends on if you fuck as good as I remember.” 

His eyes narrow. “I’ll fuckin’ remind you why you always made time for me,” he says, working open the buttons on his flannel shirt. 

It’s off in seconds, getting a glimpse of his torso before he’s bending down to untie his boots that he kicks off when he stands back up. 

Usually, he kept his clothes on, so there weren’t many times that Joel got fully naked when you were together in the past. With all the skin on display, your eyes take in the scars littering the parts of his body he bares—there’s a new one on his lower abdomen that someone clearly had to suture, the skin puckered. 

He’s so broad, his chest so wide, seeing the strength and loving how his belly is a little soft. Your eyes follow the trail of coarse hair below his navel, leading to his hard cock, bobbing between his legs as he pushes down his jeans and gets them off. 

He’s incredibly attractive, and yet you have no idea his age, never asking because it wasn’t any of your business, but now he’s no longer your paying client. 

“How old are you?” you ask. 

Standing at his full height, you watch him spit onto his fingers, using them to languidly stroke over his cock. 

“Fifty-eight.” 

“You look fantastic for your age.” 

“Thanks.” His eyes meet yours, and he’s moving forward to drag himself through your wet slit. “How old are you?” 

“Not fifty-eight.” You wink. “I’ll tell you if you buy me a drink.” 

“Deal.” 

Apparently, he’s done talking, notching himself at your entrance and snapping his hips forward to bury himself inside you in one smooth thrust. Moaning in unison, your hands claw at the bedding from how he fills you, falling back against the mattress.  

He’s big. 

He’s the biggest man you’ve ever been with, feeling the delicious burn at how he’s stretching you and so full it’s brimming on too much. 

“So tight,” he groans. “Fuck, I missed bein’ inside you.” He’s got your legs over his arms to keep you open for him. 

His hips bump into yours, giving you a second to get used to him, and you can’t get over how good it feels to have him inside you again; how right. Once you’re relaxed, he’s pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in hard. With how wet you are, he moves with ease, setting up a hard, steady pace that has your head spinning. 

“Miss bein’ split open on my cock?” His voice is deeper, the words slipping through gritted teeth. 

“Yes,” you gasp. 

Looking up at him, his eyes are dark pools stuck on the jiggle of your chest, his eyebrows creased, and teeth bared. Sweat is shining on his skin, a flush working its way from his chest up his neck to his cheeks, grey strands of his hair sticking wetly to his forehead. 

You press your tits together with your hands, tweaking your stiff nipples while he watches with rapt attention, licking his lips. 

“You fuck me so good, Joel,” you moan. “I missed this. I missed you. You feel so good inside me.” 

Heat is coiling in your tummy, winding tighter with every push and pull of his hips. 

He leans forward, his pace speeding up while he bats away your hands to roughly palm at your breasts, pinching your nipples. 

“Fuck,” he groans, seeing his throat work as he swallows hard, and you can tell he’s close. 

All of a sudden, he’s standing back up with a grunt. “Hands and knees,” he orders, smacking your hip. “I’m gonna give you what you want.” 

What he says makes you throb, excited for what’s about to happen. He pulls out, and enthusiastically, you’re flipping over and getting up into position with your knees at the end of the bed, sticking your ass out, presenting it to him. 

His palm slides along your spine as he sheathes himself back inside, making you whimper at how much deeper he is like this. 

Gripping your hips tightly, he fucks into you, slowly building up to a punishing pace, pounding into you like he’s finally letting go of all his pent-up frustration and anger he’s bottled up since the last time he was with you. Using you to relieve his stress just like before, allowing him to take it all out on you. His thrusts are knocking the wind from your lungs and stuttering your moans, hearing the slap of his flesh meeting yours and the squelching of his cock working in and out of your slippery cunt. 

Perspiration builds on your temples, his body colliding with yours, and you’re in heaven. Your eyes are closed, taking what he’s giving you, pleasure cutting through you at the slick slide of his dick spearing into you over and over again. 

A hand comes down on your ass in a loud slap, the sting making you clench and gasp at the heady rush you get, pushing back for more. 

“Is this what you wanted?” he grits out, his pace never waning. His hand lands again. “You like this? You want more?” 

“Yes!” you sob. 

His other hand makes contact with your plump flesh, going back and forth until you’re mewling. 

His fingers are digging into your waist, the heat at the base of your spine is growing rapidly. Your arms give out, and you lay your head on them, drooling from the onslaught—your heated skin is buzzing with every nerve alight in bliss, red-hot pleasure scorching in your belly, knowing you’re not going to last much longer. 

Words are spilling from your lips incoherently, Joel grunting behind you, your entire body trembling, something big building inside you, thinking you might explode. 

No one has ever wrecked you like Joel does. 

You’re a mess. 

A puddle of a person.   

He’s so deep it feels like he’s reaching nirvana inside you with every hard stroke. Pleasure has taken over your senses as it grows and expands inside you til you hit your breaking point, shattering around him with a cry of his name, coming so hard, he gets pushed out of you with a wet gush that splatters onto his thighs. 

A long, low guttural “Fuck,” sounds from behind you, hot ropes of his come landing on your fluttering hole and the puffy lips of your sex. 

You feel wrung out, and there’s a possibility you might actually pass out. 

Hands spread your asscheeks, humming in the back of your throat when Joel’s tongue licks through his mess, feeling the vibrations of him groaning and the scratch of his beard against your sensitive skin. He makes another pass and another, not stopping until he’s gotten every last drop of his spend. 

He smacks your ass when he’s finished, the mattress springs complaining, and you jostle when he falls onto it beside you. 

In the past, once Joel came on his place of choice, he’d take a minute to collect himself, then pay and leave. 

What you don’t expect is him pulling you into his arms and spooning you from behind with his nose buried in your hair while hugging you close. 

The latter is better.

Much better.  

And simply nice. 

It didn’t matter you both were drenched in sweat and other bodily fluids—you've been grosser. 

Minutes pass where the only sounds are your labored breathing—ten, twenty, twenty-five.

“Wanna spend the night?” your voice is hoarse when you ask. 

He nuzzles into you, squeezing you tighter. 

“Yeah, but I have to be up early to meet my kid for breakfast.”

His answer has your brain screeching to a halt, wondering if you heard him right. 

“What did you say?” you ask. 

He turns his head to speak more clearly. 

“I’m gonna stay the night, but I’ll have to leave in the mornin’ to meet my kid for breakfast.” 

He didn’t have any children in Boston…

“How old are they?” 

There’s a smile in his voice when he answers, “She turned sixteen last month.” 

The math isn’t adding up…

“Joel?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Did you secretly have a kid in Boston I didn’t know about?” 

You’d been to the apartment he shared with Tess a few times when she was away, and there were no signs of children. 

“No. Ellie came into my life a couple of years ago or so.” 

Around the time he disappeared from yours. 

“Oh, she’s adopted.” 

“And a pain in my ass,” he says in a fond tone. 

“So, you’ve got a daughter now. Probably should’ve asked before I started sucking your dick, but are you seeing anyone?” 

“No.” 

For some odd reason you can’t explain, the answer relieves you.

“Single dad. That’s very sexy.” 

“I’m glad you think so. What about you? Are you seein’ anyone?” 

“Me? No. Been too busy trying to stay alive.”

“I know what that’s like. Do I still fuck as good as you remember?” 

A huff of air leaves your nose. “Yes.” 

“Wanna get that drink with me tomorrow night?” 

Smiling, you answer, “I’d love to.” 

There’s knocking on the door, and you’re wondering who would stop by after seven p.m., thinking maybe it’s one of your friends you traveled with or a neighbor welcoming you to the community. 

Joel groans as he gets up, heading toward your bathroom while you grab a blanket off the bed to cover yourself. 

Unlocking the front door, you hide your body behind it so all they can see is your face as you crack it open, finding a teenage girl on the other side. 

“Hi, can I help you?” you ask. 

“Hi! I’m sorry for bothering you, but I live in the house—” She points behind her with her thumb at the home you share the property with, “—and I didn’t know you moved in until Tommy told me at dinner and I wanted to make sure you knew who I was so you don’t try to kill me or some shit when I sneak out of the house in the middle of the night when the guy I live with is asleep.” 

She said a lot of things, but what you’re stuck on is—

“The guy you live with…? Is he your boyfriend or something?” 

The girl makes a disgusted face and gags. 

“Gross!” she exclaims. “No! He’s basically my dad, but I don’t call him that ‘cause it’d be fucking weird.” 

Your eyes widen, closing the door a little more so she can’t see past you. 

“What’s your name?” you ask. 

“Ellie.” Oh, fuck. “What’s yours?” 

After introducing yourself, you ask her, “What’s your adopted dad’s name?” 

“Oh, yeah, you should know that. I’m surprised he hasn’t come by to talk to you yet.” She looks around like she thinks she’ll spot him in the backyard. “I actually have no fucking idea where he is. Probably the bar,” she says with a shrug. “His name’s Joel.” 

“What does he look like?” She’s entertaining, and you want to hear her description. 

“Oh, he’s old as fuck and big—” She spread her arms wide, and you smile. “—but not in a fat way, like in a big, strong man way?” That’s accurate. “He always looks fucking grumpy or like someone pissed in his coffee.” Also true. “So, if you see an old, grumpy man who barely talks to you, it’s most likely Joel. Wait, come have breakfast with us in the morning and you can meet him! We meet at the mess hall at eight!”

“No, no, Joel doesn’t sound like a people person. I don’t want to bother him.” 

“Everyone bothers him. You should still come. I’ll save you a seat.” 

“Maybe. Well, it’s been nice meeting you, Ellie. Hopefully, I’ll come across this elusive Joel.” 

“He’s a grumpy asshole, but he’s still polite and will definitely stop by at some point to introduce himself, which you should tell him I stopped by like a good, responsible neighbor.” 

“A good, responsible neighbor who wants to make sure I don’t try to kill them when they sneak out of their house.” 

“Yeah! You get it.” She gives you a double thumbs up. “Alright, it was nice meeting you!” She walks backward, saluting you. “I hope you’ll come to breakfast tomorrow!” 

“We’ll see!” 

With that, you close the door and lock it. 

Turning around, you glare at the man who peeks his head out of the bathroom. 

“Is she gone?” he asks quietly. 

“I live in your backyard?”

“Yeah, I woulda told you, but we didn’t do much talkin’. Did she leave?” he asks again. 

“Yes,” you answer, walking over to the bed and tossing the blanket onto it. You’re in desperate need of a shower even though you took one earlier, heading towards Joel. 

“I can’t believe she sneaks out when I’m sleepin’,” he sounds genuinely betrayed, and you think it’s adorable. 

“She’s a teenager, Joel. It’s what teenagers do.” Slipping past him, you turn on the shower, the sound of roaring water filling the air. 

A long sigh leaves him. 

“Are you comin’ to breakfast?” He’s still naked, his arms crossed over his chest, resting his hip against the bathroom sink. 

Your head snaps toward him. “Do you want me at breakfast?” 

There’s the tiniest smile on his face. “I want you for breakfast, but don’t mind if you eat with us. Just, uh—” He scratches at his mustache. “—don’t mention how we know each other…” 

“No shit, Joel. We’re just old friends.” 

“Yeah, old friends…” 

“There you go.” 

There’s a curious expression on his face. 

“You really enjoy fuckin’ me for free?” 

You snort, getting in under the warm spray and closing the shower curtain behind you—bless Jackson and heated plumbing. “Yes, Joel.”

It’s a bathtub/shower combination, and he follows you in. 

Your face is under the water, feeling lips press to your shoulder from behind, blazing a path to the side of your neck, goosebumps rising on your skin. 

Turning to wash your back, there’s an odd look on his face, his eyes a little bigger, not knowing what’s going on when his hands gently cradle your jaw. 

A surprised sound leaves you when his mouth claims yours in a searing kiss—something he’s never done before and refused in the past. His lips are plush, melting into him as he kisses the air straight from your lungs.

It feels like there’s been a shift, the walls he always kept up with you crumbling from showing genuine interest in him without a payment. 

There comes a point when you’re aching for air and break away with a gasp while his lips streak across your jaw and down your neck, sucking on your pulse point. 

“Joel?” you pant. 

His head comes up to meet your eyes, his chest rising and falling hard. 

“I’ve always liked you,” you tell him. “If I wasn’t desperate in Boston, I never would’ve charged you for your time—that’s how much I enjoy fucking you. Add in you making it all the way here alive, and how cute you are when you talk about your kid; I like you even more. I’ve always liked you, Joel.” 

He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the edges. 

“I’ve always liked you, too, baby.” His mouth descends on yours once more. 

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[batboyblog]

Things Biden and the Democrats did, this week.

January 19-26 2024

The Energy Department announced its pausing all new liquefied natural gas export facilities. This puts a pause on export terminal in Louisiana which would have been the nation's largest to date. The Department will use the pause to study the climate impact of LNG exports. Environmentalists cheer this as a major win they have long pushed for.

The Transportation Department announced 5 billion dollars for new infrastructure projects. The big ticket item is 1 billion dollars to replace the 60 year old Blatnik Bridge between Superior, Wisconsin, and Duluth, Minnesota which has been dangerous failing since 2017. Other projects include $600 million to replace the 1-5 bridge between Vancouver, Washington, and Portland, Oregon, $427 million for the first offshore wind terminal on the West Coast, $372 million to replace the 90 year old Sagamore Bridge that connects Cape Cod to the mainland,$300 million for the Port of New Orleans, and $142 million to fix the I-376 corridor in Pittsburgh.

the White House Task Force on Reproductive Healthcare Access announced new guidance that requires insurance companies must cover contraceptive medications under the Affordable Care Act. The Biden Administration also took actions to make sure contraceptive medications would be covered under Medicare, Medicaid, CHIP, and Federal Employee Health Benefits Program. HHS has launched a program to educate all patients about their rights to emergency abortion medical care under the Emergency Medical Treatment and Labor Act. This week marks 1 year since President Biden signed a Presidential Memorandum seeking to protect medication abortion and all federal agencies have reported on progress implementing it.

A deal between Democrats and Republicans to restore the expand the Child Tax Credit cleared its first step in Congress by being voted out of the House Ways and Means Committee. The Child Tax Credit would affect 16 million kids in the first year and lift 400,000 out of poverty. The Deal also includes an expansion of the Low-Income Housing Tax Credit which will lead to 200,000 new low income rental units being built, and also tax relief to people affected by natural disasters

The Senate Foreign Relations Committee voted for a bill to allow President Biden to seize $5 billion in Russian central bank assets. Biden froze the assets at the beginning of Russia's war against Ukraine, but under this new bill could distribute these funds to Ukraine, Republican Rand Paul was the only vote against.

The Senate passed the "Train More Nurses Act" seeking to address the critical national shortage of nurses. It aims to increase pathways for LPNs to become RNs as well as a review of all nursing programs nationally to see where improvements can be made

3 more Biden Judges were confirmed, bring the total number of Judges appointed by President Biden to 171. For the first time in history the majority of federal judge nominees have not been white men. Biden has also appointed Public Defenders and civil rights attorneys breaking the model of corporate lawyers usually appointed to life time federal judgeships

#good news #thanks Biden #Joe Biden #Democrats #politics #us politics #climate change #abortion #reproductive rights #child tax credit #judges

[allthecanadianpolitics]

The Vancouver Westside has traditionally been a low-density residential area, but that will no longer be the case, with the Jericho Lands development introducing high-rise residential towers to create a new high-density node near the western edge of Vancouver.

After hearing today from roughly 60 public speakers, with the vast majority being local residents in opposition, Vancouver City Council unanimously approved the policy statement for the Jericho Lands this afternoon.

The passing of the policy statement stage is the first major regulatory hurdle of the long-term development project to transform the 90-acre former military installation immediately south of Jericho Beach Park in the West Point Grey neighbourhood.

This is an Indigenous-owned and spearheaded project, with MST Development Corporation — the private for-profit real estate development company wholly owned by the Musqueam, Squamish, and Tsleil-Waututh First Nations — partnering with federal crown corporation Canada Lands Company (CLC) on the acquisition of the parcels that make up the site about a decade ago. [...]

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Tagging: @politicsofcanada

#cdnpoli #Indigenous politics #Musqueam Nation #Squamish Nation #Tsleil-Waututh Nation #Vancouver #British Columbia

[frenchcurious]

'Engineer's House' Située à West Vancouver, en Colombie-Britannique, conçue en 1960 par Reno Negrin pour l’ingénieur Graeme Macleod. Photo: West Coast Modern Homes. - source MCM Daily.

#west vancouver #colombie-britannique #canada #reno negrin

[randomvarious]

1990s Breakbeat Playlist

Alright, updating this 90s breakbeat playlist this week with a total fuckin' banger from 1997 that I originally discovered on a terrific DJ mix by France's Dimitri From Paris called Monsieur Dimitri's De-Luxe House of Funk, which was released as part of UK electronic music bible Mixmag magazine's Mixmag Live series back in '97. That mix itself, which is one of my favorite mixes of all time, is more in a nu-disco/garage house vein, but the one breakbeat tune it does have is phenomenal, and thankfully, it's also on Spotify 🤘.

The "Sun Barrio Break Mix" of Tokyo musician Takada's "Ola-Le," that was done by London's own legendary Ashley Beedle, is a beautifully layered, over seven-minute, sweat-inducing workout, which includes a sweet and jaunty Latin keyboard riff as its crowning melody, and then delivers a super satisfying electric guitar solo on the back half after the breakdown too 😌. And get this, folks: it only has ~8,200 plays on Spotify! Way too low!

Takada - "Ola-Le (Ashley Beedle's Sun Barrio Break Mix)"

Now, I added that one to the YouTube version of this playlist as well, but this week's update comes with another new track for that YouTube playlist too, which can't be found on Spotify. I first discovered it on a comp that was put out by the legendary German label, Harthouse, which was co-founded-and-run by trance pioneer Sven Väth. In its early days, Harthouse was primarily a trance and hard trance outfit, but in their final phase, they had broadened their horizons, and in 1996, they released a showcase of some North American electronic artists who hailed from the west coast, spanning from the Los Angeles area all the way up to Vancouver. And Vancouver is where we find this exclusive YouTube add this week.

The song, an unpredictable piece of breakbeat psychedelia called "Slog," is from Pacific Rhythm - The First Wave, and is by a very prolific guy named Phil Western, who went under the name of Cap'm Stargazer for this one. With this track, Western takes us on an under-five-minute journey through a dark forest of sorts, with an alternating slate of complementary drum breaks that get surrounded by a cycle of changing and reverberating ambient sounds and synth tones. A creative and lively gem that's currently sitting at just under 1,000 plays on YouTube.

Cap'm Stargazer - "Slog"

And this playlist is also on YouTube Music.

So, here's where things now currently stand with this playlist: we've got 14 songs on Spotify that end up totaling 79 minutes, and over on YouTube, we've got 32 songs that end up totaling almost three whole hours! So, if you want something that plumbs the depths of what Spotify has to offer from its breakbeat catalogue, feel free to check that one out, but if you want something that goes much, much deeper, then the YouTube one is for you 😊.

Expect way more Harthouse-and-Monsieur Dimitri's De-Luxe House of Funk-posting with these Sunday playlist installments in the coming weeks.

Enjoy!

More to come, eventually. Stay tuned!

Like what you hear? Follow me on Spotify and YouTube for more cool playlists and uploads!

#breakbeat #dance #dance music #electronic #electronic music #music #90s #90s music #90's #90's music #Spotify

[niishi]

URGENT Call For Mutual Aid - HOUSE zaagaasige NOW

A friend of mine is in urgent need of housing. She is the coolest person I know. such a huge inspiration, guide, and well of knowledge for me, and life for her has been difficult and more than anything I want to see that remedied. I deeply admire them and would love to see them be able to acquire safe housing once and for all. Please please please consider donating. If you can't donate please reblog and share the link.

https://gofund.me/01f5aaef

GoFundMe description:

Artist, activist, land-defender and water-protector needs stable housing immediately! Salvation Army shelters have proved to be unsafe for Trans and Indigenous folks, and tenting in Thunder Bay is not a survivable option.

Among her notable actions, zaagaasige had stood strong for the water and land on Wet'suwet'en territory. They faced police brutality while fighting against the expansion of the TMX project.

They're an acclaimed artist in what can be described as an anarcho-woodland style. They're a de-colonizing philosopher, educator and pundit. They are a parent needing to reconnect with family. They're a hilarious, outspoken sh!t disturber in the best ways. They are heartbroken, wounded, and they need care.

Earlier last spring, promises of housing and work lured her out west. Those promises never materialized, and she began living rough in the downtown east side of Vancouver. Her experiences on the DTES left zaagaasige traumatized, and forced her to return to Thunder Bay. She needs assistance regaining her ID, finding safe, permanent housing, peace of mind, medicines, paint and canvas, clothing, and a hundred other material and clerical things you and I take for granted every day.

zaagaasige can make a decent living creating, but they first must receive help building a solid foundation after losing almost everything. This is an easily attainable goal, and she deserves so much more for her work.

#GoFundMe #mutual aid #trans mutual aid #indigenous mutual aid #housing #please reblog #posts with 100k #if youre going to make any of my posts go viral please make it this one

[myhouseidea]

#interior design #architecture #myhouseidea #home decor #decor home #kitchen #bedroom #houseidea #house idea #living #bathroom #house #apartment #villa #outdoor #terrace #swimming pool #luxury #pool #loft

[the-empress-7]

On IG, someone (you probably know who) was questioning why the Smolletts were so adamant on the paps not finding out where they were staying and maybe suggesting they were staying at Jeff Epstein’s apartment.

I don't think so. There are two other rumors from social media that are more likely than Epstein's place.

On Twitter, the rumor is that they were staying at Gayle's NYC apartment. She has a penthouse on East 57th, which would put the Sussexes around FDR Drive like Meghan's PR has been saying.

On Reddit, the rumor is that they were staying at an apartment owned by a Russian billionaire who escaped the sanctions.*

(*Most of the Russian billionaires/millionaires in the West were smacked with a shit ton of sanctions after the Ukraine war started in hopes that those billionaires and millionaires would pressure Putin to withdraw. There's a handful that weren't sanctioned/had assets seized, to which if Meghan and Harry are friendly with one, then any attention they bring to that individual would likely cause the U.S. to issue sanctions as part of the federal strategy for Ukraine.)

I lean towards the Reddit theory that they're quasi-Russian friendlies and trying to keep it on the DL so the money keeps rolling in. After all, it was the Russians who gave them the Vancouver house and who sold and likely financed the mortgage for Olive Garden.

I am leaning towards a Russian connection myself.