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Ellis County Property Tax Appraisal
The Ellis Appraisal District property tax parcels include single-family residential property, multi-family residential property, commercial property, utilities, and industrial property, as well as other property types for a total of 93,664 tax parcels. Read more @ https://www.poconnor.com/ellis-county/
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American Auto Trail-Blackland Prairie (Grandview to Waxahachie TX)
American Auto Trail-Blackland Prairie (Grandview to Waxahachie TX)
https://youtu.be/_jx-F6RjhKU
This American auto trail explores a section of north central Texas, between Grandview and Waxahachie, a section of Texas is known as the Blackland Prairie.
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#4K#american history#Auto trail#driving video#Ellis County#Grandview#Johnson County#Maypearl#road travel#slow travel#texas#Waxahachie
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Waxahachie, Texas's Tanya Jackson found; Lamorris Hudspeth, Gershon Caston, Adarius Staples, Amber Gords arrested
Tanya Jackson, 11, of Waxahachie, Ellis County, Texas, United States went missing on June 17, 2023.
Gershon Caston (©Dallas County Jail)
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Each of these places can be looked up at texasalmanac.com for full details--but we'll give you a head start: https://www.texasalmanac.com/places/bigfoot
#texas#articles#austin county#denton county#ellis county#frio county#henderson county#johnson county#lamar county#montgomery county#roberts county#tarrant county#winkler county#wood county
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Tacoma killer cops acquitted in 2020 strangling death of Black man
https://www.seattletimes.com/seattle-news/times-watchdog/verdict-delivered-in-tacoma-police-trial-over-manuel-ellis-death/
TACOMA – A Pierce County jury on Thursday acquitted three Tacoma police officers charged in the death of Manuel Ellis, concluding a grueling, historic trial that tested the state’s new police accountability law.
The jury considered second-degree murder charges against officers Matthew Collins, 40 and Christopher “Shane” Burbank, 38, and manslaughter charges against officer Timothy Rankine, 35, as well as Collins and Burbank.
The verdict marked the dramatic conclusion of a nearly four-year saga that began March 3, 2020, when Ellis, a 33-year-old Black man, died in a south Tacoma intersection after struggling with and repeatedly telling police he couldn’t breathe.
#Manuel Ellis#Police#Police Brutality#I can't breathe#Tacoma#Pierce County#Pacific Northwest#PNW#Matthew Collins#Shane Burbank#Timothy Rankine
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fanfic writers love sending ellie to school in jackson. I am surprised by how people think school would work in the post-apocalypse. those kids are not learning geometry. they’re probably learning survival skills — which wild plants are edible and how to set a bone. reading, writing, etc? yes. however, it would probably be difficult to scavenge enough copies of the same book for an entire classroom — so not much assigned reading. science probably looks a little different. kids need to know about photosynthesis plant biology because agriculture is important. i imagine they learn about the solar system, with an extra emphasis on using the stars for navigation. less practical stuff, not so much. basic math?
instead of college or uni I think they have apprenticeships. kids get old enough or just straight up stop going to school and learn a trade or a craft.
I don’t think school would be that important in jackson because, in this post apocalypse, kids just need basic academic skills before they go and learn to be a farmer or a plumber or a construction worker (or in ellie’s case — a patroller). We see they have agriculture, a butcher shop, etc… Teenagers are probably needed to tend the fields or help with their parents job. there’s probably a ton of kids set on becoming and electrician or something like their dad and blow off school to learn that.
however, school is still important because it’s child care. you need somewhere to put your kids while you work, and you can’t just have a bunch of feral tweens running around causing havoc.
as much as I love to imagine joel going to ellie’s parent-teacher conferences. that is not happening 😭
I KNOW every kid is learning how to use a gun and ride a horse. I don’t think/I hope to god that isn’t happening at school loll
#the last of us#tlou#ellie#joel#joel miller#ellie williams#part one#part 2#jackson county#tommy miller
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people who talk in their meta defending tlou2 about how joel was selfish and took away ellie’s choice and say he was morally reprehensible and massacred an entire hospital (no he did not lmao) so ofc he should have died he had it coming and it was deserved and made narrative sense are the ones who don’t understand nuance, actually. that whole prologue is a manipulation you know that right?
#and you fell for it!!#the game opens in a way that’s instantly working to make you forget the actual ending in part 1 and its ambiguity and its stance on what#was wrong and what was right#and you fell for it!#even the way joel talks lmao his expression the way he said i saved her is giving villain caricature#the piles of bodies littering the amazingly clean looking hospital 😭😭#SIS IT AINT LIKE THAT#and many players stealthed the whole hospital#and then were told in part 2 oh no you killed them all#it shouldn’t have given you the option to stealth then?????#the game is like you must be violent to defend yourself and ellie or you’ll both die there’s no other way to do this journey across our#dangerous county#and then you let part 2 punish joel and ellie and yourself for it#and then you have the audacity to say ppl who didn’t like it just don’t understand the themes they aren’t nuanced enough#or they don’t have enough empathy which fyi that’s ableist to say#i hate the dismissals of valid criticisms of the game#im not too stupid to get the themes i get them i understood them and i did not like them Lmao#anti tlou2#the last of us spoilers
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FFXIV Write 2023 | Prompt #9: Fair
warning: extreme fluff.
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“Ellie, you uh… You really don’t have to prove anything, you know.”
“No, no, it’s not about proving anything. I swear. I just really think I’ve got this.”
“It’s definitely about proving something.”
Ellie tries to focus her vision, tries to ignore the giggling Gaia’s remark provoked from Ryne. Tries to level the implement in her hands carefully, tries to point the barrel precisely on her target. This can’t be that difficult, right? She’s seen plenty of her fellow adventurers use such a weapon against myriad enemies in her career. What more could there be to it than ‘point and pull trigger’? It’s gotta be easier than shooting an arrow, at any rate. Mia let her try that once with one of her spare bows, and the welts she received as a result—one on her finger, one on her cheek, from somehow accidentally snapping the bowstring—still smart.
She exhales, pushes all else from her mind, and pulls the trigger.
…and one of the bottles, to the left of the one she was actually aiming at, is blasted out from the bottom of the stack—and the rest of the bottles remain in a mostly triangular pyramid. Mostly, because one of her previous shots had at least knocked off the one on the very top, but minus those two, the eight bottles stand tall. Mocking her.
“What in the damn hells,” she groans as she lowers the rifle. “You’ve got to be magicking it in place.”
“You know full well I don’t have command of magicks,” Cerigg says, a wide smirk across his face as he pulls up another rifle from under the counter and takes the spent one from Ellie’s hand.
“No, but your charge does. You definitely put him up to this.”
“No one likes sour grapes, Ellie.” He clicks his tongue and holds out the new one. “Again?”
Before Ellie can reach for her wallet, another hand—perfectly manicured with black nail polish, skin smooth and soft, emerging from the end of an oversized black sleeve—plucks the rifle from Cerigg’s grasp, and Gaia sets it by her face, squints out of one eye, sticks her tongue out as she focuses, and then pulls the trigger with no further delay. The bottle in the precise center of the bottom row shatters into pieces, and with that foundational support removed, the remaining bottles give way and collapse, clattering and rolling across the table to clink against other spare bottles or straight over the edge onto the rug.
Ellie blinks. Cerigg gawks. Ryne makes a little noise that sounds somewhat like a confused ‘yay?’
“There you go.” Gaia digs somewhere into her enormous coat and pulls out her own money pouch from a mysteriously-invisible pocket, withdraws a single coin from it, and flips it at Cerigg’s face; he says “oh!” and jerks back just quickly enough to catch it in his open palm. “Could we have the, er… what did you say its name was?”
“Oh.” Ryne giggles and beams at Gaia, and Ellie’s confusion and slight indignation easily melt away. “The paissa, if you please.”
“Thank you, Ryne—wicked white, that’s been sitting there for bells…”
“That thing?” Gaia raises an eyebrow at her. “You really want that staring at you from your nightstand as you’re trying to sleep?”
“Keeps the spirits away!” Gaia stares, and Ellie’s sure she’s wondering if her partner has completely lost her marbles. “Or mischievous pixies, at least. They’re more scared of it than you are.”
“Huh? Why?”
“I think they mistake them for beavers.”
“…For beavers.”
Ellie shudders. “Honestly, if you’ve seen what I’ve seen, you’d be just as frightened of ‘em.”
Gaia just raises an extremely skeptical eyebrow at her, but she sighs and takes the plush doll Cerigg hands over regardless. “I’m not sure I see the resemblance, but if you say so.”
“Just trust me.” Ellie smiles and shrugs sheepishly at Cerigg. “Thanks, Cerigg. Good seeing you.”
“You too, Ellie. Say hi to Lilyana for me.”
“Will do.” Her pride thoroughly in shambles, she leaves the pieces of it at Cerigg’s booth and moves on down the fairway beside Ryne and Gaia, the former of whom is now deforming the paissa plush within her fierce embrace. “Oh, it’s so round and squishy.”
“Are they like that in real life, as well?” Gaia frowns and glances up at Ellie. “Do they exist in real life?”
“I’ve seen them on the Source; not sure about here. They’re very round, yes; squishy, I’m less sure. I didn’t particularly want to tangle with the ones I saw in passing.”
“A face like that, I can’t blame you,” Gaia mutters. “It’s definitely going to come to life and eat us while we sleep.”
“Mm, I’m pretty confident we can fight it off if that happens,” Ryne hums. “We’re strong enough.”
If anything, Ellie muses, that’s an understatement. She lets her gaze wander, taking in the the relaxed atmosphere of the Crystalline Mean and the pockets of activity around them; crowds milling up and down the fairway, children chasing each other through grownups’ legs and artisans of various trades hawking their wares as well-to-do folks walked by. Tents and booths in all colors of the spectrum, some housing those artisans and some hosting games of skill or luck like Cerigg’s bottle-shooting. The sky above is dotted only occasionally with clouds of white fluff… vastly preferable to the ominously humming golden waves of the primordial Light, in Ellie's opinion.
Ryne’s festival wouldn’t be this successful if Ryne and Gaia and all their friends weren’t so strong themselves. It’s yet another example of the incredible resilience of the peoples of the First, and Ellie never gets tired of seeing them seize the opportunity to take it easy and have fun.
“Huh?” Ryne stops short and stares at one booth in particular. “Wait, that’s strange… Why would that…” She shoots a confused glance up at Ellie. “Ellie? Do you know what that’s about?”
Ellie breaks from her reverie and follows her gaze to the baker’s stand; when she sees the large basket practically overflowing with a particular type of cookie, with a handwritten sign displayed proudly above the basket’s handle proclaiming COFFEE BISCUITS HANDMADE BY one of THE WARRIORs OF DARKNESS, she can’t help but chuckle in amusement. It’s the particular capitalization that makes it, really. “They mean Lily, not me. I did deliver them to Moyce, though.”
Gaia’s expression softens for a split-second, but she rearranges it into her usual stoic aloofness as soon as Ellie glances at her. “She really made that many? There must be dozens in there.”
“I’m pretty sure it was something like three hundred, in total. She blocked off the kitchen in our base for a whole afternoon to bake them all.”
Ryne gawks a little. “I mean, I’m certainly not complaining, but why so many?”
Because I need to facilitate as many dates as possible for the two of them, Lily had said smugly when Ellie had asked the same thing. She stifles another chuckle when she thinks about the way Lily’s ears might droop when she learns that the treats are being sold at the fair instead of reserved exclusively for Ryne and Gaia’s dates. Out loud, she shrugs and says, “Not sure, but the Mean paid out really well for them.”
“I didn’t know Lily was such an accomplished culinarian,” Gaia murmurs, “but that makes much more sense than you making something they’d be proud of selling.”
“Gaia!”
“No, no, she’s right. There are several reasons Lily banned me from the kitchen for that time period.” Ellie lets the stifled chuckle free. “Anyway, are you getting any or what? I’ll cover ‘em.”
“Surprised you have any gil left, after that display with Cerigg.”
Ellie nudges Gaia’s shoulder with her elbow, in mock indignation and with a wide grin. “I’d be a pretty sad adventurer if that was enough to drain my savings.”
“You take those kinds of shooting skills into an actual combat situation, you’ll be a pretty dead adventurer.”
“Sheesh, kick the fresh corpse of my pride a little more, why don’t you.”
“To be fair,” Ryne says through muffled chewing, and Ellie blinks as she happily presents Gaia with half of one such biscuit, “Ellie is very much a frontline combatant. It’s reasonable for her long-range capabilities to not be up to snuff.”
“You too?” Ellie shakes her head, bemused, as Gaia plucks the coffee biscuit from Ryne’s hand and takes a gentle bite out of it—without complaint, without begrudgement, and with the tiniest of soft smiles. “She’s really rubbing off on you. Also—”
“Don’t even think about it,” the baker says behind the display case, throwing a toothy grin in Ellie’s direction. She’s a tall elf woman that reminds Ellie of one of her adventurer friends, back in the Source. “It’d be very silly to charge a Warrior of Darkness for the treats her fellow Warrior of Darkness so kindly made for us.”
“Aw, c’mon. How am I supposed to support the budding Crystarium economy?”
“I think ‘tis fair to say you have done so by saving the world.”
Ellie rolls her eyes. “Don’t see how those are remotely related.”
Watching Ryne and the kind baker break into amused giggles, and the way Gaia’s eyes light up with warmth as they settle on Ryne’s delight, Ellie finds herself hoping they’ll have the opportunity to put on many more such festivals as these. She could get used to doing this as a yearly thing, she thinks.
And gods, does the First… and Ryne and Gaia… deserve this sort of peace and more.
#ffxivwrite#ffxivwrite2023#my fanfiction#ffxiv fanfiction#rynegaia#is this a cheesy “going to the county fair” trope? yes. is there really nothing of substance in these words? also yes.#but listen: ryne and gaia#your honor: they are ellie's daughters and she loves them#and like legit at some point i do want to try to write about FFXIV's actual characters instead of just my OCs lol#also remember when grinding out coffee biscuits was the fastest way to make gil? good times.
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Property Tax Protests In Ellis County
Property tax protests concluded at the end of September 2023 have delivered savings exceeding $47.6 million to successful appellants among property owners in Ellis County. Read more @ https://www.poconnor.com/property-tax-protests-in-ellis-county-have-garnered-more-than-47-6-million-in-reductions-during-this-tax-year/
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a tlou playlist I made, i’ve been listening to it for weeks. apocalypse cowboy vibes abound!
#the last of us#tlou#ellie williams#naughty dog#playstation#the last of us hbo#troy baker#ashley johnson#pedro pascal#joel miller#tlou2#jesse tlou#jackson county#tommy miller#radical face#james taylor#johnny cash#wasteland baby#Spotify
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Shamaiya Hall biography: 10 things about Italy, Texas woman
Shamaiya Hall is a black woman from Texas, United States. Here are 10 more things about her:
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ₓ ˚ . ୭ ˚ ○ ◦ ˚ ― ㅤ‘ @serenitysought ’ | STARTER CALL !
* . ♡ “ oi ” came her rather irritated accented voice from the kitchen. the bell that hung above the entrance had jingled - signalling that someone had come inside. usually she would be more than happy to serve customers , but she was very much closed at the moment. “ mate the sign says - ” she continued stepping out to the front , blue eyes set in a glare. “ i’m closed. ”
#serenitysought#| * the start of something new. starter.#fc5 verse.#| * just wait a little longer. queue.#oh my god yes hi hello pal...#ellie owns a little bakery just on the boarder of hope county !!!!#hope this is okay x
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Eyed Brown Satyr by Zev790
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Seen @ Ellis Lake Wetlands, SW Ohio. June 2022.
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#the way it’s pride in our county and i’ve never been sadder about it#just bc i can’t go. and i probably won’t ever be able to attend pride in my hometown until my parents are goddamn dead#I ACTUALLY WISH I WERE FUCKING STRAIGHT AND HOMOPHOBIC LIKE MY FUCKING PARENTS#ELLIE IGNORE THIS LMFAO#r
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