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21.02.17 Tuesdays are my busiest days so here’s just a quick post! I was working on my essay in Goldney House yesterday with my flatmates! It’s due in day after tomorrow so wish me luck! Xxx emily

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4,000 Houses for 4,000 Followers: No. 68:

Chastleton House, Oxfordshire, England. 

Built from 1607-12, now run by the National Trust. 

Interior photos are mainly from Country Life, exterior photos by me. 

so, my buddy littledivinity and i have been talking beauty & the beast a lot, because ‘tis the season, and we somehow stumbled upon the idea of the story being told about a middle aged belle and the beast instead of youngins, and how that would make the story even more resonant.

and then just now i randomly thought, “what if nicole kidman and ewan mcgregor starred in such a film?”, because my soul needs nicole kidman and ewan mcgregor to fall in love again on a movie screen like it needs few other things in this life. plus, you know, musical, bright colors, awesomeness, hurrah!

and then i thought, ‘but wait, actually, what i really want in this life, even more than brightly colored musicals, is more lowkey and lovely fairytale movies like exquisite and incomparable 1998 masterpiece ever after

and just picture it!

nicole kidman is the longtime spinster school teacher who lives in a quaint vaguely magical 19th century-esque country village, but she’s a badass teacher who exposes her students to different philosophies of thought and probably takes them outside for nature studies and calisthenics. (so, basically, miss stacy from anne of green gables.) the school board hates her, probably, and is very suspicious of what kind of IDEAS she’s filling the local kids’ heads with (why does she keep saying it’s okay for girls not to want to be wives and mothers, or that it’s all right for boys to cry???? is it possible that she is A WITCH???), but her parents were very well regarded in the town when they were still alive and so that bought her some respect for awhile. but there’s a new fancy schmancy family with school aged kids in town, and they’re extremely disapproving of miss nicole, and trying to find a way to oust her as schoolteacher and replace her with a man who is probably very similar in temperament to mr. collins from pride & prejudice. a man who will put patriarchal gender roles back into childhood education!

meanwhile, ewan mcgregor is a grumpy old hermit duke or something who once had great wealth and privilege but has fallen into disrepair. maybe someone cursed (magically? complicated vengeance-ly, a la the count of monte cristo? who knows) his family long ago due to their shady rich people business dealings, and his father killed himself to escape the scandal and his mother died of heartbreak and his fiancee who he thought loved him steadfastly dumped him to marry another, and now ewan’s the last surviving member of his once-great family and he just lives alone this grand old manor house that has gone totally to seed. he isn’t an actual beast, because it seems like in this day and age that’s going to require levels of CGI that my quaint b&tb retelling movie just don’t need, but let’s say that he’s quite unshaven and dirty and generally off-putting and he sometimes ventures out into the forest that separates his estate from the village, but is never seen actually frequenting the village. there are abundant rumors that the forest and manor house are haunted by a beast/ghost/warlock/vampire (how does he SURVIVE if he doesn’t come to the weekly market for food???), and everyone knows you don’t go there. also, people like to gossip a ton about his family and the scandal even though it was decades ago and they all dead. because people suck.

so one night, some of nicole’s rowdy teen pupils maybe steal some wine from one of their parents’ liquor cabinets and venture into the woods and dare each other to go past the gate of his manor house, and he catches them at it and gets HELLA PISSED @ THESE UPPITY HOOLIGANS INVADING HIS PROPERTY. kids today!!!!!!!!! he probably locks them in the stables so he can deliver them a 5 hour lecture on why they suck, and also why all of humanity sucks. which isn’t the worst fate ever, but, like, he kind of looks like a straight up crazy ax murderer (crazy hair! crazy beard! tattered clothes! definitely hasn’t bathed this month!!!), so there’s some serious panic in the hearts of these kids.

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“I’ve got it!”

William Fraser scampered to the heavy front door of the old manor house and swung it open.

The postman shifted both parcels to his left side and extended a damp piece of paper.

“Two packages for James Fraser - can ye sign?”

William shrugged, scrawled his signature, and carefully took both packages - large, but surprisingly light.

“Have a good day!” he called as the postman returned to his truck, before stepping back into the hallway and gently closing the door.

“Who was that?” Da emerged from his study, hair slightly mussed.

“Just the post. Looks like ye’ve got some packages?”

Jamie stepped toward his son, frowning. “I havena ordered anything recently - nothing this big, anyway. And nobody’s birthday is coming up, so - ”

“Who was that?” Mama rounded the corner from her office.

“I’ve got two parcels in the post - but I didna order anything.” Jamie furrowed his brow, gently shaking one of the packages to guess what was inside.

Claire colored a bit, and cleared her throat. “I ordered you some new shirts.”

“New shirts? What’s wrong wi’ the ones I’ve got?”

William watched Julia and Sinem quietly poke their heads through the slats of the staircase, curious.

“Nothing, love - just, I saw these in a catalogue and thought they’d look nice on you.”

Da squinted at the return address label. “Barbour? Oh, that’s lovely - I’ve always liked their things.”

Mama pursed her lips and turned to her son. “William, darling - Da and I will be in his study for a few minutes. Can you please answer the phone if anyone rings?”

And with no further warning, Mama took the other package and Da followed her into his study.

Just as Julia and Sinem crept down the steps to stand with William, they heard the door lock.

“I dinna understand what’s going on,” Julia mused. “All of Da’s shirts are upstairs.”

William shook his head. “It’s all right, J - come now. Let’s see what Mrs. Crook is cooking up for supper.”

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4,000 Houses for 4,000 Followers: No. 69:

Tyntesfield, Somerset, England. 

Built in the 1830s and expanded in the 1860s, the the Gothic Revival style. 

It is now run by the National Trust.

1| Pas De Deux

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Ballet au, Romance, Angst
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 2763

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The cab drove away, leaving you on the cobbled driveway with your suitcase, alone. The school loomed up in front of you. It was like an old manor house. Three stories of red bricks and large windows, complete with stone gargoyles and brick chimneys. You almost groaned. God what was you getting yourself into? This place was not fit for someone like you. You ran your hand through your hair as you tugged your heavy bag up the steps.

The dark brown double doors looked far more menacing than they should have been. A knocker was nailed into the left one. It was shaped like two crossed ballet shoes. Above the doors, engraved on a stone plaque was an elegant script, declaring

Amour de la Beauté

Ballet Academy

Well, no backing down now. This was it. Amour de la Beauté Ballet Academy. One of the best dance schools in Seoul, some would say in the world, but of course to you it didn’t really matter. It may be one of the best, but in the end it comes down to the dancer. And you were hardly a ballerina. You glanced down at your faded jeans and trainers, your print t-shirt and your Dad’s old bush shirt. Yeah, graceful and elegant for sure. You shook your head and bit your lip, trying to foster some determination, and rapped on the door with the shoe knocker.

Oh God, you shouldn’t be doing this, you were going to make a complete fool of yourself and they’ll probably throw you out…why had they even let you in here? You were an Academic first, an amateur dancer second. But then why had you even wanted to come? You couldn’t go to classes here, you couldn’t study English in any way but correspondence school, You would miss out on your exams…but then, you remembered what you had told your Dad.

“I love Ballet, Dad! It’s my passion.”

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Fancy a castle in the English countryside? 

Compton Castle, Somerset, for sale through knight Frank for £20,000,000

  • 1,270 acre estate
  • Grade II listed romantic castle, built in 1825 and extended in the 1910s
  • Coach house, 2 entrance lodges, 5 cottages
  • Gardens and lakes
  • Stables and tennis court
  • The castle is totally private, nestled in the centre of the estate
  • Excellent sporting potential
  • Arable, pasture and woodland
  • Beautiful interiors
Nirvana in Fire Post Ending Fic Recs (ENG)

Updated: 20th April with six fics

Nirvana in Fire Fanfiction Recs (English language) From the wailing and gnashing of teeth on tumblr it seems there’s a new crop of brave souls venturing into Nirvana in Fire. Hello all! Please remain hydrated throughout the ride. 

 I’ve put together a rec list of post-ending fics to support you when you’ve finished. There be SPOILERS under the cut, so please only read if you’ve finished the drama.

If anyone knows of any I’ve missed please feel free to add :) 

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Interior of Tricou manor from my  Witches Of Twinbrook  story. I renamed the house, it was originally made by Ruthless_KK. 

Only Make Believe // Chapter 3: The Sisters

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December 16th

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Haven was so visibly signed on the roads leading up to it that Cullen turned off the sat-nav and followed the posted directions. Every second that ticked by, Nevena felt herself grow more and more tense. Her stomach had fallen through the foot-well of the car some time ago, and now the muscles in her arms, legs, and face were going stiff, as though frozen.

Cullen turned the car around one bend and then followed the winding road along. Nevena recognised this part– though there were more trees and a thin layer of snow covering the ground, she recognised the road itself and the manor house in the distance. It was set amongst deep green fir trees, and along the road were lamps - currently unlit - which at night gave the whole road a rather haunting glow. At least that was what Nevena remembered. It had been years since she had visited Haven, and Ineria could have done more than just expand between Nevena’s visits.

The manor house was an old, stately building and imposing on first glance. Three floors, with a sprawling basement kitchen and storage rooms in the attic, it loomed over the driveway and the car park outside. Ineria had kept many of the original features of the house: carved faces and gargoyles in the eaves, the pillars carved by the front door and the ornate sash windows. The door itself was updated from Nevena’s memories. She remembered a dark brown door with black iron fittings, better suited for a castle than a guesthouse. Now it was a double door carved from oak with stained glass panes. On it hung a festive wreath decorated with baubles of red and gold, and sprigs of holly.

Where there had been one road leading to and from the house, now there were another two stretching off the main drive and winding back through the land around the house. Nevena assumed they were the roads to get to the other lodges, which were clearly set well away from the house. The closest building she could see was little more than a blip in the distance. Ineria mentioned having work done in her letter to Nevena, and true to form,  hadn’t done anything by half.

The radio went dead when Cullen cut the engine after parking. He sighed and leaned forward in his seat to look at the house through the windscreen.

“I don’t know what I was expecting after looking at the website,” he said after a moment. “Your sister does well for herself?”

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SEDUCTIVE | Vampire! Au | Jungkook X Reader | SMUT | 13

Mature content ahead, sorry for any mistakes, and thanks for reading!

Originally posted by rapmonsexpensivegirl

After dinner with your parents, which could only be described as eventful, you and Jungkook returned to his place. Seeing as your parents had referred to him as your boyfriend, he had eagerly accepted his new, ‘title,’ (as he referred to it).
It was late when you arrived back at Jungkook’s house (well, in truth it was a fucking massive manor house, but same old same old), so it was hard for you to see as you navigated your way through the courtyard. The moonlight was blocked by the clouds, thus thrusting you into darkness, and you had always been clumsy, too.
This was your excuse for tripping over your own legs as you reached the entrance steps, and landing in a heap of your own tangled limbs.
Before you had even righted yourself, you knew that you had scraped your knees and hands, and perhaps had twisted your ankle. You winced in pain, but nevertheless moved to stand up, but this caused Jungkook to yelp in alarm.
'Baby, no!’ he yelled, rushing over to you from where he had been stood, locking the car.
'What?’ you questioned, not quite understanding what the problem was.
Bending down, Jungkook lifted you up into his arms and cradled you against his chest. He unlocked the door quickly, and carried you through to the oversized kitchen.
'I’m the boyfriend here,’ Jungkook stated proudly, puffing his chest out, 'So I have to carry you, and take care of you.’
He set you down on the kitchen table, before pulling a first aid box out of one of the numerous cupboards. You flicked an eyebrow upwards in question as he grabbed two antibacterial wipes and plasters. 'Why does a vampire need a first aid kit?’ you questioned sceptically.
Chuckling Jungkook confessed, 'I stocked up on medical provisions after you first came here and I, uh, bit you. I knew you wouldn’t be able to keep away from me.’
Scoffing, you shot back, 'I couldn’t keep away from you because of this damn Claiming bullshit!’
Jungkook snorted and shook his head, not replying. He wiped at the scrape on your knee, and you whimpered softly. He hushed you, and proceeded to tenderly clean the graze of your palm, before pressing plasters onto your injuries. Kissing the plaster on your knee, he smiled up at you before lifting you off the counter, and setting you back on the floor.
'You know,’ he told you playfully, 'if you injure yourself like this again, I may have to become your own personal doctor.’
Rolling your eyes, you walked away from him. It was then that you felt a hand grope your ass roughly, and it was obvious who the culprit was.
Spinning round, you scowled at Jungkook, who had a big, daft, grin upon his face. 'What?’ he enquired in response to your disapproving gaze, 'I’m your personal doctor now, right?’
You cocked your head to the side, not understanding what he meant. 'Huh?’
'I’m your personal doctor, and your ass was in desperate need of a check up,’ he explained, 'And it gives me great pleasure to tell you that it is just fine.
Pretty damn fine, actually.’
'I can’t believe you,’ you laughed, attempting to walk away from him. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him.
'You’re not going anywhere, missy,’ he told you, humming darkly in your ear.
'Why not?’ you enquired, blinking up innocently.
'In the supermarket today, you mentioned something about my skills in bed,’ Jungkook murmured against your neck, 'and I just wanted to see if those comments were really true.
'How about with a little test now?’
'Fuck you,’ you murmured, kissing him roughly.
If he was your doctor, you were going to be in for way too many check ups.
In the blink of an eye, you were in his arms again, and were quickly being carried across the threshold of the bathroom. Placing you gently on the cool floor, his hands gripped yours firmly as he pulled you to him. Nipping your earlobe, he leaned over the side of the large bathtub, turning the tap, causing steaming hot water to rush into the bath.
How convenient it was that the bathtub was most certainly more than big enough for two.
Immediately you were the centre of his attention again, and his fingers tugged at the zip of your dress lightly: not enough to unzip it, but to tease you. Whining, your hands moved to the back of your dress, trying to unzip it yourself.
“You’re so eager, you must have really meant what you said earlier, huh?” Jungkook teased as he submitted and unzipped your dress.
The dress fell to the ground, and you couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief - for once, the bastard hadn’t ripped your damn clothing. At least he always stayed true to his word and replaced your clothing anyway. His large eyes greedily drank in your figure, his gaze lingering on the curve of your hips, the slope of your breasts, the smooth skin of your thighs. Those eyes, which were often filled with such innocent happiness and adoration, were now filled with pure lust, which he wouldn’t have been able to conceal even if he tried. While he was distracted by your appearance, you hooked your thumbs in the belt loops of his pants, not hesitating before pulling them down.
Jungkook’s stare was so heated and intense you almost felt rather self-conscious, and you were impressed by the restraint he seemed to be exercising: usually he would have your panties shredded by now, and he would be buried deep inside you.
'Take a picture - it would last longer,’ you suggested with a smirk. Groaning lowly, he gave in to his desires, running his hands over your hips. It didn’t take long for his hands to slide downwards to cup your ass, squeezing it firmly, making you moan against his shoulder. You pressed your head into the crook of his shoulder as his hands slowly worked the flesh of your ass, and you had to bite your lip to silence a groan which threatened to slip from your lips.
Leaning down, he put his lips against yours, kissing you slowly and more passionate than you had expected: it was not often that Jungkook would take his time.
'Why would I take a picture when I’ve got the real thing right here, hmm?’ he questioned, finishing his sentence by tugging your bottom lip playfully with his teeth.
'It hurt me, you know,’ Jungkook stated huskily, 'when I saw how fucking amazing you looked in that dress tonight.’
'Hurt your dick, more like,’ you mumbled, causing Jungkook’s chest to shake lightly with laughter.
Jungkook unclasped your bra, before letting it fall to the floor. You curled your fingers in the smooth fabric of his shirt as he massaged your breasts, and you moved your hips towards his, searching for friction. He couldn’t help but smirk as he saw how needy you were getting.
'Is someone needy, baby?’ he enquired, smirking down at you. Your lips parted to protest, but he ground his hips roughly against yours for only a second before pulling away, drawing a soft whimper from your chest.
Standing on your tiptoes, you bit his neck gently while grinding your hips against his erection. A low growl rumbled in his chest, and you chuckled softly. 'Looks like I’m not the only needy one,’ you snorted, fingers nimbly unbuttoning his shirt.
Jungkook moved away from you to turn the bath tap off, and the pair of you removed the remainder of your clothes. Stepping into the bath, Jungkook lowered himself into the water, before motioning for you to follow suit.
'In. Now.’
'Bossy,’ you murmured. His round doe eyes were absorbed by a mixture or playfulness and desire as you clambered in the bathtub, not bothering to hide your eagerness. You hissed as the hot water enveloped your skin, and Jungkook sat you in between his legs, but where you were still facing him. You peppered gentle kisses against the smooth skin of his neck, grinning at last night’s handiwork: a dark purple hickey just below his jaw. Your teeth grazed his earlobe and tugged gently, and Jungkook hummed in evident satisfaction.
'Baby, as a vampire, I deserve special treatment,’ Jungkook demanded breathily as you accidentally brushed against his hard on.
'Am I correct in thinking that, by this, you mean your dick deserves special treatment?’ you asked with a sly grin and a knowing expression.
Jungkook chuckled darkly, and his arms tugged you closer to him in the water. You planted a kiss on the tip of his nose, and shook your head. 'It’s a good thing I love you, because hell, are you demanding.’
Instantly, Jungkook’s entire face lit up, and you couldn’t help but think a smile that large must be painful for his cheeks. 'You love me?’ he asked, childlike glee rolling off him. You nodded, and he groaned happily, covering your face, neck and collarbone with kisses.
'I love you, too.’
Your fingers lazily traced over his ribs and caressed his chest, and, oddly, it didn’t disturb you as much as it you would have thought it would when the tips of your fingers felt his heart was not beating in his chest. You guessed you had simply reached that point when it no longer meant anything to you. It was irrelevant if Jungkook had blood pumping through his veins or not: he was very much alive to you.
'You know I’ve never been in a serious relationship,’ you told Jungkook as you dragged your nails up the smooth skin of his thighs, and upwards over his torso.
Jungkook smiled down at you, and simply nodded. You could tell how happy he was to hear it. 'Saving yourself for me, were you?’
You shook your head, and shifted in the water - again, you brushed against his furious erection. Hmm, you had forgotten about that.
Not uttering another syllable, you turned around so you were no longer facing him, and you didn’t have to tell him what you wanted. His hands lifted you upwards, and he lowered you down slowly onto his length. You slowly rolled your hips against his, the water allowing you to slide up and down his cock much easier.
You could tell he was going slower than usual, though you were not sure why. It was different, though: he was more loving than ever, and you felt your chest swelling with affection as you saw his dominating side switch out for a gentler one. It must have been odd for him, you decided, allowing you to be on top: submitting to you like this.
It didn’t take you long to find your rhythm, and Jungkook thrust his hips upwards to meet yours. Your pace started out slow and passionate, but quickly it increased, seeing as you were like Jungkook: impatient.
'Fuck, (Y/N),’ he told you as you continued to quicken your pace, 'I need you to come for me so bad.’
So after only two more minutes of shared moans, groans, whimpers and thrusts, your walls were tightening around Jungkook’s cock as you rode out your high, and he groaned your name as he reached his climax. Once your climaxes had subsided, Jungkook pulled you against his chest in the water.
'Looks like we need a shower, now,’ you remarked, chuckling at the state the two of you were in.
Jungkook nipped at your collarbone, smiling against your skin. 'Sounds good to me.’
Frowning, you caught on to what was going through his head. 'That’s not an invitation for round two, you know.’
'I need no invitation, and I make no promises.’