shipping container building

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Moving Day!

It was a big couple of days getting the container out of the workshop and round to Days Bay. 

With the help of some super helpful neighbours we double forklifted the container outside to await pick up. 

Then it was up and onto the back of a hi-ab with a pilot vehicle for the 10 minute drive. The driveway was as tight as we expected, but after a bit of back and forth-ing with a walkie talkie the house was up the drive and ready for the pre-positioned 30 tonne crane.

A perfect placement and we were done! Sitting temporarily on acro props until the welding work is finished. Whew!

Train Horn

A/N: This idea just came to me. Maybe it’s because my foot is hurt and I’ve been having to keep it clean. Anyways, Enjoy another GTA! verse fic!
Pairing: Michael x Reader
Word Count: 2144
Warning(s): Slight gore
Summary: Good thing you took a first aid class in community college.


You feel your apartment begin to shake before you hear the loud air horn shouting it’s arrival. 3:30 AM on the dot, a train carrying shipping containers chugs past your building in the south side of Los Santos. Your face screwed together as metal machinery took you from your much need slumber, like it did every other day of the week.

Why did Los Santos have to have a shipment 4 days out of the week and why did it have to pass your home every time? You’ve counted the routes the train could take where it wouldn’t disturb the residents and still get to the shipping yard on time, but city council ignore you, of course.

The world returned to silence as the train was gone and air has settled, but there was no way of getting back to sleep for you, you were wide awake. You found yourself staring up at the ceiling quite often, pondering life and the universe.

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Forever Is Composed of Nows, 27/? (Olicity, Mature)

Co-written with @so-caffeinated​, for @olicityficbang​

Summary: Sometime in the not-so-distant future, things aren’t going all that well. At least that’s the story Oliver and Felicity are told when a supposed time-traveler (and their supposed friend who is a supposed superhero supposedly named The Flash) pops up in the lair with a toddler in tow… who calls them momma and daddy. The Flash can’t quite control when he’s going at this point and there’s a big bad chasing him through the years. The future isn’t safe for little Elizabeth Queen at the moment (even if The Flash could get her there), but her once and future parents haven’t got a clue what to do with her. Slade Wilson, however… he might have his own agenda when he finds out his nemesis is apparently a father. (See Chapter 1 for additional Author Notes.)

Excerpt:

Propping himself up, he eases his arm out from under Ellie as he says in a gravelly whisper, “Felicity, honey…”

“Not now.” She doesn’t even look back at him. She’s so honed in on the computer screen, he’s surprised she heard him at all.

“Momma monster,” Ellie sighs in a barely audible whisper. She rolls over onto her belly, peeking open one eye to look at them both.

She’s very perceptive, their daughter.

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(read from beginning)

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