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Knap of Howar, Orkney Islands, Scotland

The Knap of Howar on the island of Papa Westray is a Neolithic farmstead which may be the oldest preserved stone house in northern Europe. Radiocarbon dating shows that it was occupied from 3700 BC to 2800 BC, earlier than the similar houses in the settlement at Skara Brae on the Orkney Mainland.The farmstead consists of two adjacent rounded rectangular thick-walled buildings with very low doorways facing the sea. The larger and older structure is linked by a low passageway to the other building, which has been interpreted as a workshop or a second house. Though they now stand close to the shore, they would have originally lain inland. The stone furniture is intact giving a vivid impression of life in the house. Items found in middens (refuse heaps) show that the inhabitants were keeping cattle, sheep and pigs, cultivating barley and wheat and gathering shellfish as well as fishing for species which have to be line caught using boats. Finds of finely-made and decorated Unstan ware pottery link the inhabitants to chambered cairn tombs nearby and to sites far afield including Balbridie and Eilean Domhnuill. The name Howar is believed to be derived from Old Norse word haugr meaning mounds or barrows.

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Kingsman: The Golden Circle

Kingsman: How NOT to write a good sequel 

Kingsman: We literally and figuratively blew up everything good in this franchise 

Kingsman: That moment when you forget Eggsy has a family seriously where was his sister even his mom showed up for 5 seconds 

Kingsman: I wish I could have retrograde amnesia after watching this 

Kingsman: At least we got to see some good gadgets 

Kingsman: If those were real dogs we wouldn’t be so happy about their deaths

Kingsman: Roxy deserved better 

Kingsman: MERLIN DESERVED BETTER 

Kingsman: Charlie you twat 

Kingsman: If you loved the first movie, don’t worry, this has none of it

Kingsman: Discretion my ass 

Kingsman: Our flashbacks are in no way meant to show how deeply in love Eggsy is with Harry seriously no homo we swear 

Kingsman: It’s perfectly normal to preserve your mentor’s house as if he’s coming back any day now 

Kingsman: Thank goodness for fanfiction because I’m going to ignore everything canon in this movie and keep on reading fix-it fics 

Each house when: the house is on fire, the first thing you grab
  • Gryffindor: favourite luck sweater – moving forward
  • Hufflepuff: precious photo album – protect your favourites
  • Ravenclaw: sketch book – creativity first
  • Slytherin: childhood stuffed animal – preserve your roots
Can’t Do It Alone -Theo Raeken-

Pairing: Werewolf!Theo/Addonexus!Reader

Requested by: @poisonxxvy

Rating: NSFW content, mature language, violence.

Prompt: The moment Theo Raeken steps into your line of sight, you could see through him immediately, and that he was up to no good. With a little research and possibly even a little stalking, your suspicions were confirmed about the werewolf. Thank goodness your reaction could possibly offer Theo to reach his goal.

A/N: Thank you @poisonxxvy​ so much for this amazing request. I am in love with where this story could go, and it is going to be a multi-part fic because I want to be able to fit in the whole objective of the reader finding out and then helping Theo. There is no smut in this particular part, but part two there will be, promise. Hope you all enjoy, and if you do, give it a like and follow me for more!


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Idstein is located in the Rheingau-Taunus-Kreis near Darmstadt in Hessen, Central Germany. Due to its well preserved historical Altstadt (old town), it’s part of the Deutsche Fachwerkstraße (German Timber-Frame Road), connecting towns with beautiful Fachwerk buildings. Idstein had its first documentary mention in 1102 and was granted market rights in 1287 by King Rudolph of Habsburg. Besides the Hexenturm and the old Nassau castle, another sight is the town’s oldest preserved house, which was originally built in 1410.

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Luca Guadagnino’s home outside of Milan

The ultimate set of Italian film maker Luca Guadagnino is own apartment. It is housed in a 17th-century palazzo and plays out all his aesthetics: atmospheric spaces where contrasts coexist harmoniously (like modern Danish chairs in a room with doors lavishly embellished in the Lombardian Baroque style). The renovation has uncovered frescoes and every original elements has been preserved.

Historical Consciousness in Fallout: New Vegas

Buckle up, this is a long post (~2800 words). Will probably go back and do some editing later.

In 1997, Interplay Entertainment’s subsidiary Black Isles released a small videogame called Fallout: A Post Nuclear Role Playing Game, and released a follow-up the next year in Fallout 2. Black Isles hasn’t existed for years, not since Interplay’s financial troubles (which also forced the company to sell the rights to the Fallout series in 2006 to Bethesda Softworks), but the core membership of Black Isles (including Fallout 2 directors Tim Cain and Chris Avellone) founded a new development company called Obsidian, which you may be familiar with.

In 2008, Bethesda published Fallout 3, transforming the originally grid- and turn-based combat isometric into a 3D, first-person camera format much like Bethesda’s other flagship series, The Elder Scrolls. In 2010, presumably because Bethesda was busy developing Skyrim, Obsidian released a gaiden game called Fallout: New Vegas, set in the Mojave Wasteland (where parts of Fallout 1 and 2 take place), featuring many elements from Black Isles’ planned Fallout: Van Buren as well as a number of factions from the original isometric games.

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Destruction of Islamic Heritage in the Kosovo War, 1998-1999

More than two-thirds of the 560 active mosques in Kosovo on the eve of the 1998-1999 war were buildings dating from the Ottoman era. Many of these were monuments of historical and architectural significance. However, this part of Kosovo’s cultural and religious heritage received relatively little attention from the state authorities charged with the protection of monuments. Between 1947 and 1990, a total of 425 monuments and sites in Kosovo were officially designated for state protection. These included 96 archaeological sites, 16 cemeteries, 116 secular buildings and monuments, and 174 religious sites. Of the last category, 139 were Orthodox churches or monasteries, while only 32 Islamic religious monuments had been listed for protection. Since listed sites received priority in attention and in conservation funding from state agencies, this meant that by the 1990s much of Kosovo’s Islamic built heritage was in a dilapidated state, after decades of neglect. In practice, the authorities not only failed to provide the funds and expertise needed for the preservation of these historic houses of worship, they allowed even listed Islamic monuments to be altered or demolished without intervening. The years of peacetime neglect were followed by the massive wartime destruction of Kosovo’s Islamic religious heritage in 1998-1999. As has been documented in this book, roughly 40 percent of Kosovo’s 560 mosques were damaged or destroyed during the war.

The damage in most cases was clearly the result of deliberate attacks directed against the mosques. There is evidence of explosives planted in the mosque or inside the minaret, of artillery projectiles aimed at the minaret, and of mosques set ablaze. In some places, the mosque was the only building in the vicinity that had been singled out for attack. More often, the destruction of a mosque was accompanied by the burning of the surrounding homes of the local Albanian residents. The devastation of Islamic sacral sites was widespread and systematic, with few areas of Kosovo left untouched. Among the worst hit was the northwestern region of Peja/Peć, where every one of 49 Islamic sites was attacked in 1998 and 1999. Among the sites targeted were the region’s 36 mosques (half of them dating from the 15th-18th centuries), the offices, archives and library of the Islamic Community Council of Peja, a historic medresa, a 15th-century hamam (Turkish baths), 9 schools for Qur’an readers (mekteb), a dervish lodge (tekke), and several mosque libraries

In some places, those responsible for these attacks had left behind their “signatures”— in the form of anti-Albanian and anti-Islamic graffiti in Serbian scrawled on mosque walls, or in the deliberate desecration of Islamic sacred scriptures, torn apart by hand, defiled and burned. Examples of this sort could be seen in the Gjylfatyn Mosque in Peja, the Mosque of Carraleva/Crnoljevo, the Mosque of Livoç i Poshtëm/Donji Livoč, and the Mosque of Stanofc i Poshtëm, and in a number of other mosques. Of the 218 mosques and 11 tekkes in Kosovo that were destroyed or damaged during the war, 22 mosques and 8 tekkes were in the most severe damage categories. Among these, 13 mosques and 5 tekkes were completely razed, the ruins levelled by bulldozer; 9 mosques and 3 tekkes were reduced to rubble, but the ruins were not bulldozed. Among examples of completely levelled Islamic houses of worship are the Bazaar Mosque (built 1761-62; renewed 1878) in Vushtrria/Vučitrn, the Ibër Mosque (built 1878) in Mitrovica, the Mosque of Halil Efendi in Dobërçan/Dobrčane (1526), the Mosque of Loxha (1900), and the historic Bektashi tekke in Gjakova/Đakovica (1790).

An additional 95 mosques suffered lesser degrees of damage, ranging from shell holes in the walls, through the roof or in the shaft of the minaret, to vandalism, including fires set inside the mosque, smashed-up interior furnishings, and the desecration of sacred scriptures. A total of 31 mosques and 2 tekkes (dervish lodges) were attacked by Serb forces during the first year of the war, in the spring and summer of 1998. Two-thirds of these religious buildings were burned down, blown up or otherwise destroyed or seriously damaged. Ten of the mosques that were damaged during 1998 were subjected to repeat attacks and further damage during the spring of 1999. During the second year of the war in 1999, a total of 197 mosques and 9 tekkes in Kosovo were damaged or destroyed by Serb forces. One mosque, in the village of Jabllanica (Prizren region), had its roof partly destroyed by a NATO air strike in the spring of 1999. Otherwise, the destruction of mosques and of other Islamic heritage in Kosovo during the war was entirely attributable to attacks from the ground, carried out by Serbian troops, police and paramilitaries, and in some cases by Serb civilians.

The destruction also encompassed the written record of Islamic religious and cultural life in Kosovo. The Central Historical Archives of the Islamic Community of Kosovo were burned by Serbian police in June 1999, hours before the arrival of the first NATO troops in Prishtina. Six of the regional archives of the Islamic Community were also attacked and wholly or partially destroyed, among them the archives of the Islamic Community Councils in Peja/Peć, Gjakova/Đakovica, Gllogoc/Glogovac, Lipjan, Peja/Peć, Skenderaj/Srbica, and Suhareka. Kosovo’s Islamic religious libraries were also singled out for destruction. Notable losses include the manuscripts and old books of the library of Hadum Syleiman Efendi in Gjakova/Đakovica, founded in 1595 and burned in 1999, as well as the libraries of dervish lodges in Gjakova/Đakovica, Mitrovica and Peja/Peć, also destroyed in 1999. However, the losses go far beyond this. Many old mosques in Kosovo had been endowed with collections of Qur’an manuscripts and Islamic religious books that were destroyed or damaged in 1998-1999Remarkably, not a single Serb Orthodox church or monastery in Kosovo was damaged or destroyed by Albanians during the 1998-1999 conflict. Unfortunately that changed after the end of the war, as thousands of Albanian refugees who had been forced out of Kosovo during the war returned to their burned-out home towns and villages. Following the end of hostilities in June 1999, dozens of Serb Orthodox churches and monasteries were damaged in revenge attacks. Some 40 Serb Orthodox sites were vandalized, while another 40 suffered serious structural damage or were destroyed completely. Many of these buildings were village churches, some of them built during the previous decade. But about 15 to 20 of the destroyed churches dated from the medieval period.By the end of the summer of 1999, as a result of the efforts of KFOR and the UN administration to restore order, and in response to public appeals by Kosovo Albanian political and religious leaders, attacks on Serb Orthodox religious sites largely ceased.

“This book is an attempt to document, to the extent possible, the Islamic sacral heritage of Kosovo that was lost during the 1998-1999 war. As Kosovo and its people come to terms with the painful memories of the recent past and work towards a common future it is well to recall that, for most of Kosovo’s long history, houses of worship were protected by all communities and had traditionally been held immune from personal and communal vendettas. The rich cultural heritage that remains in Kosovo, despite the ravages of time and the destruction of war, is the common patrimony of all of Kosovo’s people. It is up to them, as it was up to their forefathers, to jointly value and preserve it for future generations.“  - Destruction of Islamic Heritage in the Kosovo War, 1998-1999, by Sabri Bajgora


1. Mitrovica. Tekke (dervish lodge) of Sheh Fejzullah. Destroyed in spring 1999.
2. Vushtrria. Gazi Ali Beg Mosque, its minaret blown away by tank cannon
3. Peja/Peć. The Market Mosque (1471), torched by Serbian policemen, June 1999.
4. Mushtisht/Mušutište. Mosque of Hasan Pasha (1702). Blown up in April 1999.
5. Deçan. Mosque, built like a kulla; the mosque was burned in the 1999 war.
6. Carraleva/Crnoljevo. Torn-up and desecrated Qur’ans in the village mosque.

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Castle Campbell

Castle Campbell is one of Scotland’s best-preserved tower-house castles. The tower house seen in the bottom pic served as the family residence, there are four floors to this, more pics of inside will be posted when I get round to it. You can also access the roof here which gives great views down to Dollar and beyond. 

Monschau is a small town in the Nord-Eifel region of Western-Central Germany near Aachen, Nordrhein-Westfalen. The historic town center has many preserved half-timbered houses and its narrow streets have remained nearly unchanged for 300 years. An open-air, classical music festival is staged annually at the local castle, Burg Monschau. The first written evidence of Monschau appeared in 1198; the castle dates back to the 13th century. 

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Save This Old House!

An historical, unusual octagon house in Ewell, Michigan needs preserving.

The octagon style of home building had fallen out of fashion by the 1880s, and this house is one of the very few surviving examples. The exterior features patterned brickwork typical of Victorian-era houses. Detailed oak moldings, stained-glass windows, and a staircase with turned balusters and intricate scrolls adorn the interior.

Lady of the Lion: Chapter 1

Originally posted by jaimewinterlion

Lyenne steadied her sister’s arm. ‘’Breathe, keep your bow arm loose… and now!’’

           The arrow soared past Bran, Robb, Theon and Jon, landing on the bullseye in the middle of the target. Robb and Jon laughed as Bran turned to see his two sisters standing behind him, Arya still with her bow raised.

           ‘’Take your bows,’’ Lyenne whispered, grinning. Arya curtseyed mockingly, then giggled and took off running as Bran leapt over the railing, yelling about her ruining everything. Lyenne laughed and joined her brothers. Rickon tugged at her skirts, grinning up at her. Lyenne bent to pick him, balancing him on her hip before squelching through the mud towards her brothers.

           ‘’You shouldn’t encourage her, Lyenne,’’ Jon grinned.

           ‘’Father will not be pleased,’’ Robb agreed.

           ‘’I am loath to deter her from activities I was participating in at her age. It seems rather unfair to me that boys should have all the fun.’’ Lyenne said, grinning after her two younger siblings.

           ‘’It is true; you and she are kindred spirits,’’ Jory said, walking up behind Lyenne, having heard their conversation. ‘’The stable hands are preparing that beast you call a horse. It damn near killed two of them already.’’

           Lyenne grinned. ‘’Then, I like him all the more. I have a horse that requires my attention, if any of you would care to join me. But first, I must change. I cannot wear a dress if I am to tame a stallion.’’ Her brothers and Jory inclined their hands and she took her leave. She walked silently down the stone halls, running a hand over the warm walls. Her dress was stained with mud, the hem tattered. Lyenne prayed that the seamstress would be able to repair it before her mother saw. Catelyn Stark was still in a rage about the last dress she had bought her eldest daughter; it had been torn in an impromptu sword fight between Theon and Lyenne.

Her bed chamber was warm, thanks to the fire that raged in the corner, providing a safe haven from the cold rain that fell outside. Her breeches and tunics were in the bottom of the trunk, carefully hidden there by her mother. Catelyn Stark had quickly realised that her eldest child would not be the gentle lady she had hoped, but still saw no reason to encourage her boyish behaviours.

While Catelyn tried to teach her needlework and curtesy, Lyenne wanted to learn horsemanship and sword fighting.  It had taken near six moons for her and Lord Stark to convince Catelyn that her daughter could balance her mastery of weaponry and horse, with her lessons in needlework and courtesy. Lyenne had mastered all, and was now free from her lessons, and able to ride and fight with Theon, Jon and Robb as she pleased.

           On her eighteenth nameday, less than two days’ past, Lord Stark had gifted his daughter an untamed stallion, much to her mother’s dismay. Lyenne had named him Essos, after the wild land where her mother’s gods had first originated. This somewhat satisfied her mother, and Lady Catelyn had begrudgingly given her daughter her blessing.

           Light rain fell as Lyenne strode across the yard, towards the stables. Though her family employed stable hands, Lyenne had always preferred to saddle her own steeds, enjoying the contact with the animal. Under her skilled hands, wild fillies and colts calmed, and mares terrified of human touch stilled. Despite all her previous experiences and achievements, Essos was new challenge. Bought off a farmer for a silver coin. The stallion had already killed the farmers only son, and gravely injured his daughter, so he was glad to see the end of the beast. Eddard had taken the stallion home, a trial for his daughter.

           A crowd had gathered to watch; eager to see Lyenne work. She caught the eye of her four brothers, little Rickon sitting astride Robb’s shoulders, Bran and Jon standing side by side. Theon was beside her father and mother. Lord Stark nodded at her, giving her strength, while her mother glanced on worriedly.

She nodded to both, then turned back to her steed, just in time to see him charge at her, steam billowing from his flared nostrils. She heard gasps, but did not move. Instead, she raised her arms and waved them at the black horse. The stallion twisted away at the last moment, turning to run alongside the fence surrounding them. Mud splattered up, flicking all over Lyenne. The stallion continued to gallop around the fence, huffing. The crowd cheered, but Lyenne didn’t hear, too concentrated on the garron to notice.

           Each time he made a move to slow, or change direction, Lyenne chased after him, keeping him running. It made for a magnificent sight; a small girl, dressed in a man’s clothes, brown hair turned red by the light, chasing a horse twice as large as her around and around. Finally, the horse dropped his head, nose near brushing the ground. Lyenne halted, turning her back on the horse, waiting. Both her mother and father watched on proudly as the once wild horse walked slowly towards the small figure. when she felt his gentle breath upon her shoulder, Lyenne turned. Essos huffed gently, but did not flee. Lyenne walked backwards, feeling the muddy ground with sure feet. The horse followed, much to the pleasure of his master. Girl and horse made their way around the yard slowly. Stablehands with a generation of experience watched on with envy as the lady tamed the beast.


‘’King Robert is to visit us!’’ Sansa burst into the room, already babbling. Lyenne looked up from the book she was reading, startled. Lady followed her, padding gently into the room behind her mistress. Lyenne’s wolf, Onyx, named for her pure black coat, leapt up at the entrance of her sister. I smiled down as the wolves ran around each other, then settled by the fire, side by side.

‘’King Robert!’’ Sansa repeated. ‘’King Robert is stay with us! He’s bringing the Queen, and Prince Joffery, Tommen and Princes Myrcella!’’ She beamed in excitement. ‘’Father may promise me to Joffery.’’

Lyenne grinned. ‘’Well then, when’s he arriving? We must make sure that your best dresses are ready.’’

Sansa grinned, and hurried off to check her trunk for her gowns. Lady followed her, after coming to Lyenne for a quick pet.

After they both departed, Lyenne let a frown cross her face. It was common knowledge that Eddard Stark’s eldest daughter had flowered, and was ready for marriage. However, her lust for freedom and boyish ways were also common knowledge, so no husband made any offers to the Starks. If her father saw fit, she would easily be married off to Prince Joffery, when he came of age.

Deciding, Lyenne told her wolf to stay, then quickly made her way to her Father’s chambers. She heard him and her Mother quietly conversing inside and knocked gently on the iron door.

‘’Enter,’’ her father called.

Head bowed, Lyenne swung open the door and walked in. ‘’Mother, Father,’’ she greeted.

Her mother smiled and stood to embrace her.

‘’This there something wrong, sweet girl?’’ Catelyn asked, concerned about the frown on her daughters’ elegant face.

‘’King Robert is to visit,’’ Lyenne begun. ‘’With his sons.’’

Eddard nodded, ‘’What of it?’’

‘’I am unmarried, though I am of age. Sansa is still has not flowered and too young for such a union. Am I to be betrothed to the Prince?’’ Lyenne glanced between her parents, waiting to hear of her fate.

‘’Not yet,’’ her mother said quietly, twisting her fingers together in front of her.

Lyenne nodded. ‘’Should it please you, Father, I will do my duty and marry.’’

Eddard nodded, accepting his daughters promised. Catelyn and Eddard watched their first-born stride from the room.

‘’She is much like Lyanna,’’ Eddard commented when the door swung shut. ‘’She has the Stark fire in her.’’

‘’Yet she is willing to do what is necessary to preserve her and the House honour. That is the Tully in her.’’ Catelyn didn’t move for a moment, fear and worry about her daughters’ future clouding her mind.

‘’She will do well; we’ll pick a caring husband for her,’’ Eddard promised, noticing his wife’s expression.

‘’How many caring husbands are left? She is aging and many want a younger wife.’’

Eddard glanced back towards the door. ‘’We will protect our daughter, Cat. I promise you that.’’

Nodding, Catelyn returned to her mirror, mind tumbling with thoughts of her daughters.


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Monschau is a small resort town in the Eifel region of Nordrhein-Westfalen in Northwestern Germany, near Aachen. The historic town center has many preserved half-timbered houses; its narrow streets have remained nearly unchanged for 300 years, making the town a popular tourist attraction. An open-air  classical music festival is staged annually at Burg Monschau, the local castle. Historically, the main industry of the town was cloth-mills. The town’s name first appeared in documents in 1198; the local castle dates back to the 13th century. 

The Ones That Got Away 2

Had ideas for sequel. Wrote ideas down. Turned into fic. This was actually supposed to include them confronting the media too, but I wanted to keep all the chapters about the same length. So at this point one more chapter, then we’ll see where it goes from that.

Also I spent a lot of time being shmoopy in the first part of the fic, so I apologize ahead of time for that. I have emotions about Stiles and Derek and cuddling ok? Also big spoon Stiles. Anyway, read on!


Derek’s phone buzzed with a text. Then buzzed again. And again. Derek ignored it in favor of kissing Stiles’ shoulder. He didn’t care that it was now after noon and they had essentially spent the whole morning in bed. After eight years apart, Derek figured they deserved it.

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Ducktales Fullhouse AU

So I’ve been pondering over this concept for a long time and I think I’ve worked it out. Maybe. It’s still a plot-in-the-workings, but it’s getting there. Tagging at @robinine-blog and @sarroora  and @myopicmickey  because they came up with the idea for this first; I’m only expanding on it.

The AU is Donald Duck, Gladstone Gander, Fethry Duck, Panchito Pistoles, and Jose Carioca are all sharing a house together, while simultaneously raising Huey, Dewey, and Louie.

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WKM - Different Times

I had a thought about the Jims and the short clips we get of them reporting. What if they’re reporting year’s after the events of WKM? If I had to guess Will and Dark wouldn’t hang around the place so nothing really would have been touched or moved since then. It would look the same.

“But wait! Wouldn’t the house be dusty and falling apart?”

Except its not really an ordinary house now is it? Who’s to say the house can’t preserve it’s appearance as it is?

“But we see the detective in the Jim shorts.”

Yes, the only person who’s body AND spirit remained in the house. The DA’s spirit is trapped there but their body left. As far as we know Mark’s body is still there somewhere but his spirit left. The detective is the only one trapped there fully.

I think the Jims happened upon the house and assumed the case was ongoing. When they realized the place might be haunted they tried to contact the spirits.

(Just a thought I had. Probably doesn’t mean anything.)

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Save This Old House!

A stately Queen Anne in a historic downtown district in Augusta, Georgia, needs love and attention.

Listed on the National Register of Historic Places as part of the Augusta Downtown Historic District, the Rice House is an excellent example of the Queen Anne style, with a large dome-capped turret and a second-story porch. Though some details were lost in its conversion to a multifamily home, the house still retains original moldings, mantels, and windows.

Available for $59,000. For more information contact Robyn Anderson at robyn@historicaugusta.org. 

See the March/April 2017 issue of This Old House for more information.