oh my god you guys i’m digging some more and i found out that my house also used to be a “bodypainting club” and an adult toy store!!!! the fuck!!!! it’s just a very normal little 1920′s plat house with gorgeous wood detailing and original 1920′s glass inside, high ceilings and ornate light fixtures. it’s on a sorta normal, sorta industrial street, but the streets all around it are big really nice family homes and have been since the 1920s. what the fuck
• the wedding is SO classy • The wedding was so big it was probably a national holiday tbh • like Jumin is so bougie • he spared no expense • half the guest list is people MC doesn’t even know • Juju wants everything to be perfect for MC • they’re like as long as you’re there it’ll be perfect • Jumin hired a fancy ass French wedding planner • MC and Jumin agreed with most of the stuff they were suggesting • but MC disagreed with the food choices • the wedding planner was tryna serve crab cakes and caviar • Mc was like
• the wedding was probably in a palace or something • like there are those weddings where you’re scared to touch anything or pocket everything because it’s all so beautiful • that was Jumin and MC’s wedding • TIME FOR VISUUUAAALLLSSS!!! • the colour scheme was so nice it was like rose gold ,dark purple, blood orange and black • Jumin was wearing the classic black tux • he looked finnneee as fuck • Well I mean he wears suits like everyday but shhhh • the wedding venue was super fancy • like Palace of Versailles fancy • ornate ceilings, statues, fountains, the works it even had its own hedge maze • the ceremony was in some big ass cathedral • when the thing actually started Jumin was eerily calm • on the inside he was freaking out rip Jumin • then MC entered looking like a goddess • dress trailing behind, hair on fleek, tiara poised on head, holding the biggest bouquet known to man • They were looking finnneee 2.0 • like Juju and MC looked so classy together • Instagram was blowing up with pictures from the wedding • Chairman Han was blubbering • his son is finally becoming a man about time • MC was also shedding some tears • Jumin had the widest grin on his face the whole day it was co cute
Only open to the public these past 4 years, Wray Castle came to the National Trust as a bare shell devoid of possessions and most features. This is the main hall - one of the most remarkable features still left.
Nestled on a secluded cul-de-sac lies an old-world architectural gem, dubbed Dunvegan Keep, a 6,362 square-foot property that has gained recognition from neighbours and architecture enthusiasts alike. The price tag for this rare enclave? $2,285,000.
Behind behemoth antique double doors, guests are greeted by stained glass and stone sculptures. The family room, punctuated with a castle-replica fireplace, is proof that creativity knows no bounds. The master suite, one of two on the property, channels the Sistine Chapel, thanks to artwork-adorned ceilings and ornate moldings. Meanwhile, the kitchen boasts stone spiral columns from Mexico and opulent carved arches from India
— diverse décor that prompts the property to be described as old world European, Gothic, romantic, and organic all in one.
A sunroom, formal dining room, breakfast nook, and attached garage comprise the remainder of the main home, each with a unique story. But how does a modern knight get some fresh air? Why, outside, in a secret garden/labyrinth, furnished with fountains, garnished with gargoyles, and home to a stunning column-lined octagonal pool.
The pièce de rèsistance of Dunvegan Keep, however, is the Knight’s Retreat, tucked away at the rear of the property. It is a noble man cave of sorts, with armour and swords hung on 18″ thick stone and an entire back wall of stained glass windows, complete with dragon motif.
Request from @choco-hoes : How the boys would react if you asked them to wear a pair of panties.
Alright, so I’ve changed this around somewhat from the
original request just because I was having trouble making it work for how I
write the guys. That being said, I hope this still fills your request and that
you enjoy them. I’ve done my best to write this so as not to indicate the
gender of the reader. Things get a little heated.
Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is
feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because
James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star,
and him in your latest film.
Warnings: language, sexual content, adult content…?
some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit,
and James’ wife and child are nonexistent - nothing against them, just
easier to write if he didn’t have an ex wife and child.Text messages are
You went to the gym first thing in the morning, then grabbed brunch at a local cafe, ran into some fans, did some grocery shopping, then went back home to determine what to wear. You Skyped Ida to help you decide.
“Which dress? The black strapless or the red one?” you said, holding them up in your giant walk in closet.
“The red one, for sure.”
“Why?” you asked, eyeing it.
“Because there’s barely any fabric to get in the way for later,” she said with a chuckle.
“You’re insatiable,” you chastised. But she was right. This dress had plunging everything. The neckline went down to your navel, the back was completely open, save for a few strands of rubies that hung on the back, and there was a slit on both sides of the dress for each leg that went up to your mid thigh. “Do you really think James would like me in something like this?” you questioned, suddenly insecure. What if it was too much, or in this case, too little? What if he thought you were coming on strong?
Walking up a dark, cold alleyway in the middle of the night
in a part of the city that I did not know began to seem like a very bad idea, a
very bad idea indeed. Bleak, dim lighting on the high poles above my head were
he only sources of illumination and they did little to reveal all the puddles
of water and pot holes present on the ground that I kept stumbling into. I was
told to wear nice ‘sexy’ clothes for this. Why was I told to dress
provocatively if I was only donating blood and plasma to a private company? Why
had I trusted my friend when she told me all about this amazing opportunity to
get a lot of money and enjoy doing it as well? She was the type of friend who
always got herself into trouble but I was desperate; student loans, rent, car
insurance, food, it was all really starting to pile up and I needed some fast
cash. The only thing that kept me from turning on my heels and backing out was
the fact that Jazmin was beside me and clearly not worried at all, in fact, she
seemed excited, desperate even, to reach our destination, the complete opposite
to the nervous bubble growing in the pit of my stomach.
FLASHBACK “UGH! Why does everything have to be so expensive!” I said in exasperation,
flopping down onto the scattered notes and homework that shared the expanse of
my bed. Jazmin sat at the small vanity that sat under the window on the side of
my bedroom wall, bathed in the uncharacteristically bright February sunlight
that filtered through my open blinds. I’m not sure if it was the flattering
light or if she had somehow managed to become prettier in the last few months,
but her medium brown hair seemed to shine and glitter with honey colored
highlights and her skin glowed with a dewy radiance.
“AH! Speaking of expensive, here’s all that money I owe
you..” she reached into her purse and grabbed her wallet, snapping it open and
rifling through the many bills that were stuffed into it before handing me two
new, crispy hundred dollar bills. I reached for the money, confused and
disbelieving that she was paying me back after all this time. I had already
resigned myself to not ever seeing that money ever again. I narrowed my eyes at
“Is this real? How did you get this?” she just smiled and
dismissed my suspicions with a wave of her hand.
“Don’t worry, it’s completely real and I didn’t have to walk
the streets to get it either. I just found a new… investment, and it pays
really well.” I didn’t like her pause and nonchalant tone she was speaking
with, I could tell she was hiding the truth, or at least part of it.
“Yes, I can see. How much did that new purse cost you, it
looks expensive, what brand is that? Kate Spade?” I said in a sarcastic tone.
“Well fine, if you’re gonna be that way then I won’t let you
in on it…” she teased.
“Im sorry, keep going.”
completely changed at the prospect of making as much money as she clearly had
recently. She laughed at my sudden change in demeanor and began to explain.
You… directly donate
blood to specific individuals who are… in need, sort of like a transfusion,
through a private company. Their clients and the company are very private and
secretive, they highly value your discretion and expect you to keep all knowledge
that you may learn to yourself. That’s one of the reasons why they pay so much.
You must sign a contract as well. They offer one time donation contracts and
also 1 year contracts. A onetime donation pays 1000 dollars and a year contract
will pay you up to 5000 dollars depending on how many times a year you donate.
They also include healthcare in their contracts and, let’s just say, some
people form a relationships with their Donee. I’ve been donating for a few
months now to the same person. The thing is, their method of donating is a bit
unorthodox, and it may freak you out at first but, trust me, you’ll be safe the
whole time. Since I’m under a… contract, I can’t actually tell you how they
donate but you’ll find out soon…
After she explained and convinced me that nothing was
illegal or dangerous, I reluctantly agreed to try donating, she called someone
and a few minutes later, I was added to the list of donors for tonight’s
session that she was attending. She then spent the rest of the day prepping us
both for tonight; showering, shaving, plucking, exfoliating, conditioning, the
whole nine yards. She did my hair and makeup and put together as sexy of an
outfit that I’d allow, answering all my protests with,
“Trust me, you’ll want to look good for whomever you get as
a Donee. Absolutely every client there looks like they just stepped out of a
movie, they’re so attractive.”
I had to admit, I looked pretty good, less like a tired college
student and more like an extra from the movie Underworld. My hair was half
pinned up and the rest floated around my bare shoulders in soft wavy curls. My
eye makeup was minimal but accentuated the shape with a slightly darker color
in the crease, elongated, winged eyeliner, and lots of mascara. My foundation
had a light, radiant finish and Jazmin had sculpted my face slightly with
contour and highlight. She had finished me with a red toned berry liquid lip
stain and very shiny clear gloss that made me look like I had just bit into a
My outfit was comprised of a tight, black corset that I had
used for a Halloween costume one year, black leather pants that I bought but
never wore, and black high-heeled leather ankle boots. I looked at myself in
the mirror and couldn’t help feel a bit like a piece of meat on display.
Skintight everything and bare shoulders and clavicle exposed. I shivered from
the slight cold that seeped in through the walls and grabbed a long black
cardigan that had silver accents and faux fur trim on the neckline and slipped
it on, wrapping it around my form despite Jazmin’s protests. My dark ensemble
was the complete opposite to her baby pink dress and white kitten heels.
“I like wearing black so I’m not complaining, but why am I
so dark and you’re so… pink?” I asked.
“Well, Jin likes pink, and I like Jin…” she trailed off, a
devilish grin on her pink sparkly lips. “Jin is the one that I donate to
“You make it sound like it’s a sexual experience.” I said,
warily. She turned to me and carefully chose her next words.
“(Y/N), I’m not gonna lie, Jin and I do have sex. The
donation process is very… intimate, I mean, you’re giving someone your life
source to help them right? You get to know them and it creates a bond. Who
knows, you might get some tonight too, if you want.”
“Uh, NO, I do NOT want that!” I exclaimed.
“Okay, okay, just tell them that, it’s not a big deal, they
won’t force you.” She laughed as we left my apartment, finally making our way
to our destination as the sun began to set slowly on the horizon, mixing colors
of burnt orange, purple, and blood red into the rapidly fading blue.
To say that I was nervous and skeptical was definitely and
understatement. What did she mean by unorthodox? Why did it seem like they were
hiding their private business from people? Question filled my mind as I
tightened my Heavy coat around my middle and we walked up to an unassuming door
that held a small square mirror at face level. No, not a mirror, two way glass.
Jazmin pressed a button on a voice-box attached to the side of the building and
spoke into it.
“Hi, this is Jazmin, and this is (Y/F/L/N). She should be on
the list with me as a new donor.”
She released the button and a second passed before a buzz
sounded and the door clicked open, a handsome gentleman held the door open for
us to pass through. I curiously glanced at him as we passed. He was tall and
had white, fluffy hair, a cut in one eyebrow and silver hoops in in the ear on
the same side. I couldn’t see his eyes since they were covered with a pair of
shiny, black, square cut sunglasses even though it was nighttime. His black
suit gave him a slight Men In Black feel and I couldn’t help but crack a small
smile at the image in my head. However, my smile faded when he returned one and
I swear I saw a flash of very sharp looking canines before his face returned to
its neutral state. Jazmin’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I turned to
her as she spoke to me.
“I’ll take you to Seulgi’s office so you can get your
paperwork out of the way. She’ll explain what I’m not allowed to and you’ll
sign a confidentiality agreement and a contract with her and then they’ll match
you with a Donee. It should all go by pretty fast if you cooperate and don’t
I had been too busy studying the hall we walked down to
notice her choice of words at first. It was definitely luxurious, marble flooring,
with clean white walls and black accents. The ceiling held ornate crystal
chandeliers every 20 feet or so that sent sparkling reflections on the walls.
The wide hallway echoed slightly and brought Jazmin’s final words back to me.
“…don’t freak out…”
My feet stopped following her as I said,
“What do you mean ‘freak out’? Why would I freak out!?
Jazmin, tell me what’s going on!”
The panic in my voice was doubled by the echoing walls and
I’m sure anyone behind the many doors lining the hall could hear me.
“(Y/N), calm down. It’s okay, shh.”
She held my hand and tried to comfort me in a soothing
voice. The scene reminded me of how a child tries to call to a cat in a
comforting tone right before they capture it. I was the cat in this situation.
Before Jazmin could continue, a door to my right opened and out stepped a very
pretty girl with dark hair and monolid eyes. Something about the way she stared
straight into my eyes without any shame both terrified and entranced me and I
found that I wasn’t breathing. She spoke and it felt like her voice was warm
honey seeping into my skin and making my limbs heavy and languid.
“Hello (Y/N), you’re here to donate your blood for people
who can’t survive without it, for Vampyres.”
As her last words left her mouth, her face split into a
calculating smile, showing her teeth as she did so as her canines dropped down
and elongated into sharp, white points.