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Contemporary Family Room in Miami
Large, modern family room image with a wall-mounted tv, white walls, and a dark wood floor and brown carpet.
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Constructing groynes on the beach at Cleveleys, with traffic cones. The use of the small tipper truck makes it look a bit as if the builders are not taking the project seriously.
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mumbo’s grown into such an amazing builder ♥️♥️♥️ he’s so cool ♥️♥️
he’s always been better than he thinks but he’s really grown into it now. like i remember looking back that . in season 5 his seaside town project. it wasnt. great. like we knew what it was but… it was so bland. very 2017. part of that was the biome, sure, and it was also very much a secondary project at the end of the season, but the megabase was all prismarine and quartz and clean lines. geometry. hard to detail - except for the storage system and the aquarium and he popped off with those. but he didnt get time or really.. have the skills? to grow it all to its full potential.
and then in season 6 everything was all hypermodern/futuristic clean lines again that detailing isnt really possible with. he did well with what he could detail, but everything was so smooth, it was hard.
and season 7 it was basically.. just one big build. again, he did really well with it, but it was such a monolith that it was hard to add these tiny details to it. and there was no easy way to look closely? no real places to add them. the golden heart is the exception here.
season 8 we saw the start of something incredible, with the arm chair mountain. the tiny houses on the cliffside were there to provide colour. but they were… empty. again, i get why, and i dont know how to add something to them other than to maybe up the scale and that wouldve been REALLY hard.
we didn’t see much of him in season 9, but he fell back on the geometric designs and clean lines. it looked good! i loved the colour scheme. but the most detailed part of that build was the moat. the screeching crevice. and no one really looked at that after it was all built up.
but he didnt lose the skills from s8. in fact, he improved them.
because now we’re here and he’s making concept art and detailing with shadows and odd block choices and. i honestly think. if he puts his mind to it and keeps this up. we’ll have another heavy hitting builder. this build feels alive. it feels real.
#my post#SORRY FOR BEING NOT NORMAL ABOUT MUMBO but also im NOT AT ALL SORRY#i just. ive been watching this guy since i was like 12. you dont go that long and not start. caring about the guy?#anyway#theres a whole nother post not really implied at all in here about how youtubers get put in a box and MUST stay there even if they show they#are more than capable of fitting in a completely different box#etho’s still called primarily a redstoner despite being a fantastic builder and . well once upon a time he was good at pvp#i feel like this is gonna happen and to an extent is happening with mumbo too#you say mumbo jumbo and people will go ‘oh the redstone guy’ and people will continue to say that forever?#it’s not necessarily a bad thing i just think people are more complex than that#mumbo IS a builder. mumbo IS a redstone engineer. hes both#gem managed to pull off the mutlitalented building/pvp skillset. but pvp is a different type of skill#i dont know. i dont know. someone will know what i mean#mumbo jumbo#hermitcraft
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hi madi! i'm IN LOVE with all of your content, aesthetic style, sims, builds... EVERYTHING! <3 you inspire me so much with your interiors as i'm not a great builder by myself. so i'm wondering if you'd like to share the whole decorated floorplan of your seaside estate and stables? i know you shared a floorplan before, but i'm so curious how you decorated it when it was all finished.
ps: i hope my english is good, as english is not my native language, hihi.
Hi gorgeous! Thank you again so much!
Here is the whole decorated floorplan of my Seaside Estate!
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A bit more of the Count of Monte Cristo AU, featuring some baby hellcheer and Jason’s POV:
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Christina was meant to be his.
Jason knew that.
It was predestined, written in the stars. He had known it the moment he first saw her when they were just children, playing in the fields in the countryside, her hair like honey beneath her bonnet, eyes gray and blue like the seaside. When they would run through the tall grass together, he would hold out his hand and she would take it and she would smile.
It was a small smile, shy, but it was still bright… It was. He hadn’t made it all up. He knew she loved him. She had to… How couldn’t she?
One couldn’t pretend to love. She was going to be his wife one day.
Nothing was more certain until the earth shifted beneath his feet that day in the early summer when he took Christina out to the market, her arm tucked safely in the crook of his own. Sheltered little thing as she was, she was enthralled by the people, the smells and the sounds. Jason had some coins in his pocket that Father had given him and he would buy her something pretty to wear if she liked, maybe some ribbons for her golden hair, or something sweet for her to taste on her tongue. Maybe she’d even let her kiss him in secret behind the linen stands where no one could see. They were twelve at the time and he was so eager to please her, to enchant her.
It was a perfect day, until she suddenly tugged at his sleeve and he looked down to see her staring off toward the town center, her eyes sparkling. “Jason, what is that boy's name?”
Jason’s brows lowered in confusion and followed her gaze to see just who she was speaking of. Edward—rather Eddie—Munson sat at the edge of the fountain a small distance away, playing his guitar with a straw hat at his feet, collecting dust and spare change from those passing by. His dark eyes were on them, on Christina, smiling at her like a damned fool.
Jason frowned immediately.
“Who? Eddie?” He had known Eddie his whole life. His uncle managed in his father’s shipyard and Eddie served as the cabin boy on the Loch Nora for the last three years. He was a few years older than him, illiterate and poor as the dirt he was covered in. “He just works for my father.”
“Are you friends?” she asked.
“Yes, I suppose,” Jason replied with a stiff shrug, feeling suddenly kind of embarrassed about his companionship with the penniless orphan… the ship builder’s nephew. Eddie was amusing and good at playing catch when Jason’s studies were a bit too boring. He liked him well enough, but he still felt the need to explain himself to her. He was a viscount after all. “He's the only one around who’s my age.”
Christina nodded in understanding, half listening as she just kept staring at Eddie. Their eyes still locked on one another. Jason began to feel his own sweat staining the linen of his shirt under the hot sun as he looked back and forth between them in nervous confusion. He could not for the life of him understand what was happening here. “Did you wish to make his acquaintance?”
“I already have,” she replied softly. “He just hadn’t told me his name.”
“…Where?” Jason tried not to snap in confusion, a strange sort of dread filling his lungs. Where on earth had his perfect, delicate Christina meet rough and rowdy Edward Munson? He cleared his throat. “Where did you meet him?”
She didn’t answer him, just smiled shyly down at the cobbled street. “…He plays so well, does he not?”
“I…I guess.” Before he could grab hold of her, she slipped away from him, floating toward the music, toward Edward, as if cast under some spell by his playing… or perhaps by his eyes that she had yet to look away from.
“Hey, what are you doing? Wait up.” He called after her, scrambling forward. “Christina!” She was not supposed to leave his side. She was his to look after. His Christina.
His.
“Could we go listen?” she asked as if she wasn't already going to do just that, not even bothering to look over her shoulder.
“You’re not supposed to wander off!” He huffed, pushing past the crowd, falling behind Christina's light and graceful steps weaving her through the myriad with far more ease.
Eddie’s smile grew brighter at her coming, looking almost breathless with wonder when she reached his side, it was like he was looking at the sun for the first time after living underground his whole life. “Hello again.” he greeted her, his song slowing down to something more gentle and sweet, his eyes glimmering with delight.
“Hello.” Chrissy replied a little shyly, curtsying politely.
“…I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again.” There was some amusement in his tone, some secret between them that made fire burn behind Jason’s eyes.
“My family summers here, near the seaside,” she told him, folding her hands in front of her skirts. “…I wanted to thank you.”
Thank him? For what exactly?
Eddie’s gaze softened as his eyes glided over her face, his fingers stilling against the chords. “It was nothing… I’m glad you’re alright.”
#it’s mr. steal your girl#haha jason#hellcheer#eddie x chrissy#eddissy#munningham#chrissy x eddie#hellcheer fanfiction#hellcheer fanfic#hellcheer au
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Book Review
Title: Romance Rules for Werewolves
Author: Linsey Hall
Series: Charming Cove, book #3
No. of Pages: 314
ISBN: 9781648820359
Synopsis:
Autumn is a time of snuggly sweaters, crisp breezes, and…. sexy, broody werewolves?
When I inherit a magical house in the beautiful seaside village of Charming Cove, it’s just what I need to turn my dismal life around. Fresh off a bad breakup and with magic that I’ve ignored for a decade, I’m ready to rekindle my inner witch.
The catch? The house is inhabitable until I renovate it, and the only place to live is with a brooding, rugged boat-builder who definitely doesn’t want me in his space. Though there’s no denying the electric spark between us, neither of us is willing to act on it.
To make things more complicated, I have to renovate the house in thirty days or I’ll lose it. But the house hates anyone who enters it and attacks with loose floorboards and horrific odors. I can’t get a single contractor in Charming Cove to help me out.
That leaves only one option—convince my new roommate to help me until I can untangle the mystery of why my new home is so moody. It’ll mean spending every day with the sexy, infuriating werewolf, but I’ll do whatever it takes to make my dreams a reality.
Romance Rules for Werewolves is a fun, frothy romantic comedy full of laughter, love, and magical hijinks. It’s the third in a series of stand alone romances set in the seaside village of Charming Cove and the books do not need to be read in order.
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What did I think of the book?
Romance Rules for Werewolves by Linsey Hall
My rating: ⭐⭐⭐ 3 of 5 stars
I saw the title and had a good laugh wondering what in the world is this about with a massive grin on my face. This was a hilarious find. The cover is beautiful, and the title… well, as a lover of werewolf books, I started to not even care if the story was good or not, I just wanted this thing on my shelf to make me smile any time I saw it.
I was pleasantly surprised that the book was actually fun to read. The beginning few chapters felt pretty rushed in getting the MC from her mess of a life to suddenly being in Charming Cove, and the same can be said for the ending. But this story is definitely a "pick it up when you've had a bad day" because just as the cover made me laugh so did the story. It's silly, and romantic, and Poa, the cat familiar is chefs kiss. The shenanigans with Lavender House was also a whole lot of fun to read, a house with a personality is truly something else.
The only major issues I had with the book were the occasional typos, slightly off pacing, and constantly feeling that there was just something missing from the story, but I can't put my finger on what exactly. Still, I enjoyed it.
Favorite character/s:
Poa, the cat familiar. I love her sass, and personality. She gave me many laughs.
Rafe - pretty interesting concept behind his character, but I really wish there had been more chapters from his perspective, especially the emotions behind living with the curse on him. (Maybe that's what was missing from the story…? Hard to say).
The coven girls, it's always wonderful to see groups of girls coming together to help each other out in witchy stories. I loved those scenes.
What drew me to this book?
The title and cover. It still makes me laugh every time I look at it.
Stars:
3/5 stars, it's a charming little summer read, just with a few hiccups. I'll be happy to visit this one again in the warmer months.
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Reviews for books #1 & #2 coming soon...
#book review#romance rules for werewolves#linsey hall#witches#werewolves#magic#costal town#romance#fiction#booklr#bookblr#book blog#books#bookish#bookworm#books and reading#book photography
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MINECRAFT SHINGLES, OMG HEGSJAGAGAKA
This is an amazing way to word it, and I'm stealing that, bcuz this is also exactly what happened to me lol. I'm 21, I've watched MC vids for 6 months now, I've played for 2 xdd
No immunity, only blocks lol
Also, let's unite in being anti-chest-monster, I very quickly realised how overwhelming digging through chests of junk can be for me, it just sucks the enjoyment right out of the game. I've been looking into building some sort of a redstone sorting system, cuz I discovered I really like redstone, but I don't think I'm on that level yet haha
But I love exploring, flying around, collecting pretty blocks, and orgainising everything into neat stacks (that last one scratches my autism brain pfftttt), so it's only a matter of time before I attempt a storage system like that
And I must unfortunately dissappoint you, for I have no real rhyme or reason when it comes to planning my builds 😅
Ideas and block combos just usually pop into my head, and then I try them out straight in the survival world. I sometimes mess up, change blocks, remove things, so it's not an efficient way to do things, but it does work for me. Plus I've noticed I'm kinda like Etho, my houses are mostly just interior lmaoooo. It's usually a hot mess of things I thought are cool at a time, and a consistent building style is something I lack xd. For example, my island is decorated with moss, spruce leaves, ferns, a fire pit, etc. (cabin in the woods vibes), my fields and animal pen are on interconnected artificial islands on my lake, my potion lab is in a basement I dug under said island and I made it with blackstone and a lot of the nether warped stems (evil scientist style), and the house I made is on top of a... futuristic tree I made from glass and leaves, and said house in itself looks like a Rich Person Seaside Mansion, and it's in white and blue
I supppose this is a real representation of my brain xdd
Also, I'm the person who makes farms for communal use, I was sleeping under the sky for SO LONG, cuz I made a gunpowder farm for my friends, an xp enderman one, now I wanna build a gold one in the nether, and I'm wrangling villagers into a trading hall rn (they are a nightmareeeee xddd)
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Oh gods redstone scares the crap out of me, i feel like i definitely fall on the builder side of things rather than being a more technical player-- but then i also havent messed with it much yet, so maybe i will surprise myself!!! Still, building a redstone sorting system seems real fun!!! Me when i can just sort things automatically.... the autism is Winning™ truly.
Tbh out of all my friends i am the person with the most Planning Brain. Cannot do a single thing on the fly it Must be scheduled, hopefully about three business days in advance at least /hj 😂😂😂😂 this apparently applies to minecraft in that i will open CSP and meticulously edit a screenshot to reflect what i want the area to look like, then meticulously plan a build outline, then carefully mull over multiple ideas for the block palette, then go BACK into the creative world to double check ive got the right measurements from the outline before ever setting foot back in my survival world 💀💀💀
Your builds sound so cool and unique though, thats amazing!!! Glass tree..... looking so intently at that tbh. Also gods i am dreading the part where i need to wrangle villagers for farms 😭😭😭😭😭 especially bc im entertaining the idea of putting all my farms underground so they're beneath/within the ruins i plan to make under the lake near my base. Luckily there is a village literally on the edge of the lake so at least theyre close by 💀
#shouting speaks#asks#minecraft#cherrybee hollow#i have a lot of tentative plans tbh but i DO know i want a conduit inside the temple i plan on building#a beacon would be cool too but i havent checked to see if those work underwater or not yet#so that might require some more extensive planning and a few perspective tricks to pull off#long post#txt
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'HOW art thou named? In search of what strange land,
From what huge height, descending? Can such force
Of waters issue from a British source?'
‘To the Torrent at the Devil’s Bridge’ (William Wordsworth)
Not familiar with Devil's Bridge?
It's a series of three arch-shaped bridges (each standing one-above-the-other), spanning the Mynach Falls; the power of the waterfall’s magnificent torrent having attracted many thousands of visitors to the heart of the Cambrian Mountains since the 18th century.
The bridge is located some 12 miles from the seaside town of Aberystwyth. Though, in fact, the name 'Devil's Bridge' is applied to dozens of ancient bridges around the world; primarily in Europe.
Most of these bridges are stone or masonry arch-bridges; a shape, representing a significant technological achievement in ancient architecture. This, of course, made them objects of fascination; resulting in many folk-stories and Devil-related legends, dating back across Medieval Europe.
These stories vary widely, depending on the region and beliefs. Some have the Devil as the builder of the bridge, relating to the precariousness or impossibility of such a bridge to last or exist in the first place; so much so, that only the Devil himself could have built it. Others have the knowledge to build such bridges given to mankind as a gift from the Devil as part of a deal, pact or bargain between the Devil and local populace; usually in exchange for their souls.
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You can tell them what you saw in me, and not how I turned out to be
I wrote this a while ago but, enjoy I guess
“The Sun looks beautiful, Tommy. If only I remember what it looked like before.”
“Woah! Thomas, look! That stuff’s called rain, right?”
You’ve always loved the rain. You both did. I can remember, even back in the facility, when we looked over at the seaside, it was raining. We called it mist, though. You were so happy, sticking your tongue out while you ran around, Alby telling you to be careful while smiling. Teresa joined in as well, we stood and watched, one by one, they all started to join you, Newt. Thomas smiled weakly, watching all his friends. Minho flew around, chasing Newt with his tongue perked out. Teresa was doing the same, chasing Alby who was jokingly yelling about girl cooties.
Tears slid down his face, then. He didn’t know why. It felt so familiar, so sacred. He felt as if he was experiencing something personal. But, when they all smiled sleepily at him as they went back down the ladder, he knew it was all worth it. They were the only family he was going to remember, and for that, at least, he was thankful.
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“It’s raining.” Thomas’ voice said, cracking so much that it came out as a faint whisper. He looked up at the sky, face dry, stainless. Nothing like the blood he feels piling upon his face, his hands. No one can comprehend the amount of lives he’s taken. The amount of innocence he’s stolen. His bottom lip quivers, and he bites down on it, trying to will the tears away. Although he has long been used to the pain, the feeling doesn’t help prevent the tears. Tears finally trickled down his face. He looked blearily down at the empty street. Deserted with life. Alby died, Chuck died, Winston died, Gally died, Newt died, Teresa died, Shuck, Minho, his best friend died as well.
All this death made him want to think that this was another test. Another one of WICKED’s variables. But it wasn’t. It wasn’t another test, he would never see his friends again. And with how simple the cure was, he feels disappointed, disappointed in himself, in WICKED, he was supposedly an amazing scientist. An amazing candidate, and yet, his blood was the cure. Just his blood, no potions needed, no magic, no variables, no separating anything. He could slather his blood on a knife and stab a crank, then, they were immune. He would save the ‘Past Gone’ cranks. Too many people sacrificed for something as simple as that.
He kicked his feet, he remembers, the day before they left the maze. During the day, a few of the builders made some sort of contraption, a simple one, at that. It was an extended ladder, Newt, Minho, and himself climbed to the top of the Maze’s walls. They looked around, watching the ‘Sun’ set. At that moment, the false breeze, fake warmth of the sun, they let it feel real, as it had been before. They let themselves joke like they weren’t going to die from this. He felt free, but the only reason he felt like that was because they were there. Minho and Newt, Newt and Minho. They made it all better for him, the confidence, the happiness, the odd feeling he couldn’t explain.
Placing his blood stained hands on the ledge of the rocky cliff, he relishes the drizzle of the rain, a faint smile able to be seen on his face. He shook his head fondly, as if recalling a pleasant memory. He was such a fool back then. All the time they spent together, all the words they shared, all the silent conversations. The whispers of conversations with the lamp light, the nights, days even, spent in bed together. Affection, love, adortion, that’s what they all felt for each other. That’s what Thomas felt about them. He wishes that he could’ve said something, figured it out sooner, maybe they would’ve had more time, more lives saved…
Looking down at the beautiful cliff side, all he feels is shame. He could’ve shared this view with them. With all of them, the people that he’s failed with his meaningless words and false promises. He can’t bring himself to cry anymore tears for his ssad, regretful past. He could’ve done so many things to save them, but he was just a naive child then, drawn by sweet lies. He smiles once more, teeth and all. His face is sticky with dried tears, being washed away by gentle rain. The smile is crooked, imperfect, but it’s him. He remembers when Newt would trace over his dimples, laughing while telling him how perfect he looked when he smiles and laughs.
He gritted his teeth. He could bear it no longer. He stands up, tearing his hands from the jagged cliff side, paying no mind to the blood pouring out. He doesn’t look over the view, preferring to smile even wider, his eyes crazed, a flurry of emotions racing through them ; he’s glad that can’t see him like this, how ruined he is. He digs his sneaker into the loose gravel, backing up before running forward sloppily ; he lunges off the cliff, laughing with childish intent. Over the cliff behind a tree, he can see a hand being held out for him while another runs toward the cliff.
The world fades gray, darkening with his self-deprecating thoughts.
#thomas#minho#newt#thominewt#thominho#newtmas#maze runner#the maze runner#tmr thomas#tmr#implied suicide
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