#castle fixer upper

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Fixer-upper castle. Here's an interesting property - it's a castle-like home built in 1986 in Rabun Gap, GA. It has 5bds, 7ba and is priced at $998,500. It comes with 14.28 acres of land, also.

There are 2 entrances. The main one is in the turret and it has a drawbridge. Because of this, I feel that a moat is in order.

And, this is the other entrance in the stone building that appears to joined to the brick castle.

I wonder if the traffic light conveys. Okay, you can live here while you make repairs, but you have to clean it up first- it's filthy. Note the beautiful stone fireplace and mezzanine.

The living room, or rather, great room, is gigantic. Beautiful big windows, they put in wide plank floors to make it look old, the brick wall has a herring bone pattern, and the stone fireplace soars up to the ceiling.

It's cozy under here.

There's another balcony up there. The floor needs to be redone. Unless it's just dirty.

It has a commercial kitchen, very roomy, and the floor is brick. Gee, do they have enough pots?

Beautiful brick arch for the stove, looks like an ancient cooking fireplace. But, look at the grease on the island. Everything is so dirty, you'd have to hire a commercial cleaning service.

Now, on the left, it looks like they started to built a gorgeous fireplace, and it's almost finished.

Looks like a powder in there. Why didn't they finish painting it?

Climbing up to the mezzanine, it's lovely right under the beams. They don't show any other rooms, but I expect that they need some TLC, as well.

The back building seems church-like. The windows are gothic. I can see a nice balcony on the back. The driveway isn't paved.

I think that this could be a gorgeous property, if only it wasn't almost $1M and the buyer has at least another $1M to put into it.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/734-Patterson-Gap-Rd-Rabun-Gap-GA-30568/76597611_zpid/

[nncastle]

Ten years ago on this day. Time is flying!

[chaoticdesertdweller]

Warner Castle

Orion, IL c.1895

Built by Wilder W. Warner, a wealthy farmer, politician, and businessman, he had a passion for castles and toured Europe to come up with this scaled down version for his personal residence.

In 1851, Warner purchased land for his farm interests and in 1870, the Rockford, Rock Island, and St. Louis Railroad came to Western Station (to be known as Warner). He had a freight house built for his farm shipments, and built a cheese factory and a factory that built corn elevators.

A post office was established in 1884 and town was renamed Warner and he was named postmaster.

In 1890, construction began on his beloved castle and the stone was carved from the Cleveland,IL quarry and transported to the site by horse and wagon. The same stone for this castle was also used on the Rock Island County Courthouse and the John Looney house in Rock Island,IL. The Warner family moved into the castle on December 25, 1895, with the final cost tallied at $80,000.

The castle features 17 rooms, seven bedrooms, two living rooms, a library, dining room, and kitchen. The fireplaces are carved from Italian marble.

Six carved busts were located in a hand carved hallway featuring men that Warner admired--Lincoln, Garfield, and Webster, to name a few.

Mr. Warner died four years later and left the house to his son, who lived here until 1947.

[cheapoldhousesunder50k]

1970 Old Hope Castle For Sale in Georgia $199K

OHU50K Notes   $199,000 Old Hope Castle for sale! This one-of-a-kind property boasts  a 20×28 two-story barn shed, several greenhouses, and serene stone koi ponds. Originally a brick ranch in a subdivision of brick ranch homes, the three bedroom, two bath home has been transformed into a fairy tale structure worthy of Disneyland. It’s not for everybody, but we have to give the owner some credit…

[st4rbe0m]

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ FIX THIS FIXER UPPER - YJW

🍀 now playing - fixer upper from disney's Frozen 🍀 contents - frozen au, from the fairytales collection - click on my masterlist for Hoon's version!! implied cheating (cuz of the hans fiance), light angst, emotionally constipated jungwon, implied kissing 🍀 wc - 1.1K 🍀 a/n - kristoff lowkey underrated as hell icl, might make a part 2 :p

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We're not sayin' you can change him 'Cause people don't really change We're only saying that love's a force That's powerful and strange

The ice in your heart is spreading and not only you, but even Jungwon is acutely aware of this fact, as his fingers dig into the reins of his reindeer. He knew as soon as you emerged from your older sister’s ice castle, shivering uncannily, that something was wrong. Not that shivering in July was anything odd - not with the predicament Arendelle was under. But it was the way your eyes were downcast and you were clutching your chest that sent a sense of emergency through him, and he knew only his adoptive grandfather - the Elder Troll would have the solution to their problem. The way the reindeer’s eyes would flit back to him, questioningly, made him remember how he was breaching all of his rules of getting close to others just for this princess - a princess who was already engaged, nonetheless. 

You were unimpressed as he stood in the middle of the clearing in the woods, surrounded only by some moss covered rocks. All your years of isolation did have you a bit clueless about the world around you, outside the vast castle that often seemed like prison than home. But you knew for a fact that moss covered rocks wouldn’t be able to thaw your heart. That was until the rocks began rumbling eerily, and tumbled down all at once, grindingly as they morphed into little creatures about a foot tall near yours and Jungwon’s legs. Several pairs of eyes blinked at you both, and then broke into a cacophony of voices and exclamations. “Jungwon’s back!” “Jungwon’s back and he brought a girl!”, were the common phrases being gleefully yelled by the trolls around you.

Jungwon and you were similar in the way you both were raised, in the sense of your shared loneliness. While being shut away in the palace due to your sister’s powers made you desperate for any sort of experience, Jungwon’s childhood with the trolls made him averse to people. But you both craved a little bit of love. And up till now you believed you had found it in the princely fiance you had waiting back for you at home. “Oh, I’m so happy to meet you dear! Gosh, we thought Wonie here would turn into a rock himself the way he hasn’t met anyone in all these years we’ve had him!”, said a troll with a kindly, motherly face. From the fond way she spoke about him, you could tell this was the troll that had adopted the role of being Jungwon’s mother. “Sorry, what?” you puzzled yourself. And the trolls who had obviously misread the situation seemed to understand this too. 

“Come on dear, I know he’s not the best, but he’s just a bit of a fixer upper!”. “Is it because of his cat-like tendencies?”. It seemed that the trolls had begun a musical recitation of all the ways Jungwon was a bit different than the rest, and Jungwon just stood there absolutely mortified. 

“I bet it’s because of the way he always has twigs in his hair!”, “But you’ll never meet someone as sensitive and sweet.”, cooed a smaller troll. “He’s socially impaired!”, a gruff voice cut in, fondly ruffling his hair, “But a fixer upper is nothing love can’t fix!”. 

And between the voices singing and the way your amused grin grew larger, Jungwon cried out with a large cry, “Enough!”. This made the trolls stop mid-movement, shocked at this outburst. “She’s engaged to someone else!”, he explained with a huff of his breath. 

Blink. Blink. 

The trolls gathered in a circle amongst themselves, the little snowman you both had managed to befriend along the way joining in on the shenanigans for no reason other than entertainment.

“So she’s a bit of a fixer upper too, I see”, said one of the trolls, and immediately the one opposite him replied, “She’s gotta be fixed up too!”, the rest agreed. Discussions in hushed whispers continued, still agreeing that the best way to fix these fixer uppers was with each other, until the smallest of the lot cut in with his nasally voice and a wink, “And by the way, there’s no ring”. The flurry of moss-woven blankets and the crowns fashioned of sticks was hurriedly put on the both of you, happening so fast that Jungwon couldn’t stop them. And just like that you giggled at the way he stood opposite you in the pit holed into the ground, the way his eyes widened in surprise. The giggle caught his attention, which made his gaze soften. He had indulged himself enough, but couldn’t bear to stop. The glowing gemstones made your complexion seem more ethereal than normal. The pit was rather small, and he was backed into his heels, your toes touching the tips of his snow boots. He was absolutely enraptured. In true love almost. It seemed that something possessed the both of you, the way he bent his neck just to be a little closer to where your lips were, soft and inviting. And you couldn’t find it in yourself to move away, any thought of the man you’d just met before you'd set off on this adventure with Jungwon disappearing from your brain. Sure he was wonderful. But you’d only known him for a day. But Jungwon, whom you’d known for a week now, still had so many layers to him that you wanted to peel back individually and unravel to learn. His eyes are dangerously low on your face, and you’re not any better. The trolls harmonizing behind you were counting down to when the thread holding you both back would just snap. Then, it did. He smells of pine, you thought, and he was losing his mind in the strawberry in your breath that he was sure he could taste if he just moved half an inch more. The sharp pain in your heart was so intense it had you buckling at the knees, making Jungwon deftly catch you in concern. Clutching your chest, a heavier rolling sound of stone made you both look to where the Elder Troll, who was awoken by the thrumming of magic, had appeared. Explaining the severity of your condition, and how the ice in your heart would have you frozen to death made Jungwon nervous. He couldn’t even fathom losing you like that, irregardless of how short of a time you’d known each other. He was sure that for you, he was ready to brave any snow storm. “And how do we stop it?”, he asked urgently, ready to do anything to have the cold in your heart to melt and for you to be better again. “Only an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart.” Grandpabby said reverently. And Jungwon could almost feel his own heart freeze in a painful squeeze as you uttered your fiance’s name in a breath of cold air.

[patrophthia]

from the glue | tom riddle

pairing: tom riddle x reader

genre: fluff, lovey dovey stuff, tom changes himself for reader, song fic, OOC tom (like super OOC), not beta read

wc: 1.1k

this is a request ! thank you for sending this in!! <3

tag: @tr4ppola

You like to believe in the good in people. You'd like to believe that no matter how bad a person seems to be, there's something in them that is truly good. You'd also like to think that there were bad even people who you might deem good. Which is probably why you think Tom and you worked together so well. 

You balance each other and made one another a better person in one way or the other. 

Tom taught you how to stand your ground and you taught him how to be (for the lack of a better word) more tolerable and less pessimistic. 

The longer you knew Tom the more you realised you'd never met someone like him. No matter how much you knew of him, he'd always find a way to surprise you whether it be good or bad. 

You never understood why he'd been so drawn to you after your first meeting. You were in class, so was he, when you'd accidentally bumped into him as you reached over to care for your plant. "Sorry."

"Don't be," he says, his tone unreadable. You glance up and meet him eye to eye and swore it flashed red for a split second before he sent a smile your way. "It happens to everyone." 

He was nice, which is what you'd notice the first time. In the second, you realised just how charming he was and how many of your classmates longed to be with him. He didn't care about them though, always turning them down when they slightly hinted that they were interested in him. 

So imagine your surprise when he'd asked you to be his partner on a project who you were sure he'd be fine doing on his own. You didn't read much into it, maybe he just wasn't as smart as you thought he was despite him being at the top of the class. 

A month later, your project turned in with an Outstanding as your final grade. Tom made excuses to keep on being by your side since then. It was as if you two were glued to the hips. 

You didn't understand why at first, but when he'd started telling you some of his secrets, you were quick to pick up on why he's been doing so. 

And to prove yourself right, you decided to ask him about it one evening after your study (not) date. You didn't like beating around the bush, neither did Tom. So you decided to jump straight in. "Do you like me?" 

He looked up and studied you for a second before he answered. "I'm here, aren't I?"

Okay. Maybe you should rephrase it. "Do you have feelings for me?" 

"Would I tell you about the basilisk if I didn't?"

You think about it for a second. It was weird that he'd tell you (who at the time had only known him for about a week) about a hidden basilisk underneath a castle that had been kept as a secret for you. You guess he just really likes you then. 

Throughout the next few months you managed to fall for his charms (and him yours). Somehow, he'd become your boyfriend along the lines of straightening out his wrongs. Your boyfriend was a bit of a fixer upper, so what? 

Of course you couldn't change everything completely about him, he still had his goals in life but most of it was diverted when you told him plain out that you'd never date someone who would willingly hurt a completely innocent person. 

So he took a different approach to it instead, he'd had one Horcrux when he'd first met you and vowed to never make any more. He finally found something that made him happy and he wasn't going to let it go to waste for something that hadn't made him half as satisfied. 

Last night you decided that it was best to destroy the Horcrux and Tom wholeheartedly agreed, mostly because he was willing to do whatever you asked him. 

Who knew destroying a Horcrux would hurt like a bitch? Certainly not Tom. He knew it'd take a toll on him, just not as much as it was as of right now. 

The only thing bringing him comfort as he recovered was you. He'd always thought he was averse to touch, but when it came to you he wanted nothing more than to glue himself onto you. 

Morning comes way too quickly for his liking, and even though he's woken up ten minutes earlier than you just so he could hold you for a bit longer. He wanted to stay here a bit longer, limbs tangled underneath his blanket, stuck onto you. 

You stir awake and he finds himself frowning, knowing that you'd have to get up and out the door in a few minutes. 

"Good morning," you say, smiling winsomely at him. 

His frowns deepen. He's going to miss you even more now. "Good morning." 

Your eyes flutter shut when he pressed a short kiss onto your forehead before opening up again, this time more alert and awake. "I have to go to work," you say first, trying to get out of his grip. "And you have to take the day off to recover." 

He listens to you, and he thinks to himself, asking. When did he start listening to a command from someone other than himself? And secondly, why is he listening to a command from someone much shorter than him? 

When he doesn't reply, you begin getting yourself ready for work. When you get back out, Tom's still in bed, wearing an uncharacteristic pout. "What?" 

"I think you're forgetting something." 

You double check your thing to find that everything's there and frown. "What do you mean?" 

"Doctor's order," he says. "You'll have to kiss me before you leave or else you'll miss me and I turn into an evil wizard while you're gone." 

You let out a loud sigh, failing to hide a smile at his childishness. You pressed a quick kiss on his lips, Tom grabbing a hold of your face in an attempt to deepen it only for you to pull back. "Work." 

"I'll be back soon okay?" You tell him. "I love you." 

He hesitates and you're not upset when he does so, you'd always been understanding so you know how he feels when it comes to love because, quite frankly. He never thought he would ever be in love. 

It was impossible for someone to love when they were conceived under the love potion, so he never bothered to seek out love. But you were special, and you were here now, with him. And so he loves you for it. So just before you leave, he tells you back what you'd heard the first time ever. "I love you too."

—from bee: fluffy tom 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 i like my tom best when he’s OOC teehee, reblog/notes/feedbacks are greatly appreciated!! :]

[uluthrek]

what if you were like SEVENTY in a SHIT CASTLE and there was this BLONDE DUDE who got fed MAGICAL LSD by a WITCH with an OWL FURSONA and then the fucker puts a KNIFE in your MOUTH because he is EXPERIENCING ELDRITCH HORRORS BEYOND HUMAN COMPREHENSION and all you want to do is EAT FOOD and get on FIXER UPPER but you CAN’T because magical mdma man wants you to go to WAR.

you are simon strong and this is the worst week of your life!

[bigfrozenfan]

Twitter aka X is full with posts about Tokyo DisneySea Fantasy Springs. Today i found some interesting books shown there, part of it at the Arendelle Royal Banquet in the castle.

Princess Hildegard is a princess from the kingdom of Freezenburg (Sofia the First Wiki)

The following one is mentioned in the book Lost Legends - The Fixer Upper, by Jen Calonita

Many of those book covers are written in Swedish, Danish, German and English.

(see first picture above)

Sources: https://x.com/johnnydisney15/status/1792857848873165001 https://x.com/johnnydisney15/status/1792543143969382467 https://x.com/johnnydisney15/status/1792538372910842189 https://x.com/johnnydisney15/status/1792167662002594073

[eleanor-bradstreet]

Two Lines (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!Reader Modern AU Rated: G - domestic fluff Word count: 1.7k

Summary: As you settle into your new home, you have a surprise for Benedict.

Author's Note: Sometimes late at night, modern Ben shows up and hands me a one-sitting story. This is one of those. I cannot express enough gratitude to @bridgertontess who put so much thought and care into making the custom photo edit above 🫶 I hope you enjoy this little cottage moment, my dear 💙

Two lines. Eight, if you were counting all the tests together, the reason you had locked yourself upstairs for the afternoon. Each of them clear as day, opening some new chamber of your heart and flooding it with so much feeling, you had to sit on the floor and allow yourself a little cry. You had tried for so long, the process eventually becoming so demoralizing that you had stopped planning and both started to make your peace with it. You would let nature decide, and had nearly convinced yourself she simply wasn’t in your corner, until now. Right when you had stopped worrying about it, that’s when she caught you by surprise.

Your husband hadn’t even registered your absence. He was too busy painting the rooms of the ground floor. The cottage you had purchased was the definition of a fixer-upper, every wall and window and fixture needed attention. You had been daunted when he showed you what he had found, but that undeniable light in his eyes would have made you agree to move into a caravan. He was enjoying himself with all of the projects, something to pour his boundless energy into when he wasn’t working. He was taking on more than he should, in fact. You loved him, but he was tragically posh and really had no place touching the electrical box. But he would be damned before he’d allow you to hire someone. All probably something to do with male pride and being king of his proverbial castle.

With your heart pounding in your throat - it had only pounded as hard before on your wedding day - you descended the cramped staircase and walked to the dining room.

“Benedict Bridgerton, please be careful on that thing!”

The ladder he had found looked to be as old as the house itself. Some splintery relic that wobbled with every brushstroke he made. He had unearthed it from the shed and saw no point in shelling out for a new one. Now it was the only thing keeping him suspended over the double length windows as he turned the dingy walls a muted sage green.

He looked down at you with a shrug, which caused another wobble. “It’s fine.”

You moved to the ladder, ready to brace a fall. “I can’t afford to have you break your neck. Or anything else for that matter.” You suddenly realized what a challenge it would be to keep him intact over the coming months, especially as your mobility gradually became impaired.

The look on your face must have been upset enough, because he pouted and descended a few rungs, reaching a stable center of gravity. “But wouldn’t it give you just a little bit of vindication? Proof that you were right and we should have hired someone?”

That smirk. That smirk was the reason you had allowed him to try his hand at everything in the first place. His undaunted confidence. It made you admire him to the point of resentment.

“No, it wouldn’t,” you spat. “I don’t want my husband in hospital, even if it proves my point. You’re covered. Take a break.” 

Glancing down at himself, he saw that his hands and forearms had practically been dipped green, and the splatters were never going to come out of his orange t-shirt or jeans. He didn’t have many tops to speak of, so he had better start using his brush more carefully. Somehow, this lauded artist who could stipple and blend the most delicate details into a portrait or landscape, looked like a five-year old with a bowl of spaghetti sauce when it came to wall paint. 

“The sun is setting anyway,” you handed him a cloth. “Come watch with me.”

You could see through the west-facing window how the sky was layering orange, pink and purple. Your little spot of countryside afforded you the most breathtaking sunsets, the sellers hadn’t lied about that. It really was the perfect home for an artist and Benedict had known as soon as he saw it. All sky and wildflowers and distant sounds of birds. 

He wiped his hands and swiped the bottle of wine your new neighbors, the Crabtrees, had brought over. He grabbed a glass.

“Do you want some?”

You waved him off. “No, thanks. I’m alright.”

The back garden held another relic, a stone bench that was surprisingly comfortable. That was where you watched the sunsets together, plotting all the improvements you wanted to make. Benedict sat and poured the wine, and you laid down beside him, resting your head in his lap. The hand not holding his glass trailed softly through your hair. You realized he was probably turning it green, but you didn’t mind. 

He took a sip and looked down at you curiously. “Are you feeling okay?”

You furrowed your brow. “Is that some commentary on my drinking?”

He laughed. “No…I mean, well, you do always join me, but…” His voice grew soft. “I just want to check.”

There he went, intuiting everything. Your pulse jumped wondering if you had already been too transparent. If he could see right through you, as usual, and knew what you were about to tell him. But you checked yourself. Of course he didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to keep calm with the news. You smiled, snuggling into him. “I’m feeling fine. Very good, in fact.”

He smiled back, lopsided and devastating. “Good.”

You both looked skyward, watching the orange slip out of sight, then the pink fade to indigo, and the purple to navy. It was autumn and the last of the birdsong was accompanied by gusts of wind, blowing about the falling leaves and grey brush in the flowerbeds stretching before you. The garden had been the lowest priority as you focused on making the cottage comfortable, especially as winter approached. But now there was a new deadline to prepare for, more to take into consideration on what you tackled and how.

Benedict finished his glass and kept one hand combing through your hair, bringing the other to rest on your ribs.

“We need to clear out these beds.” You gestured to the abandoned mess of long-dead foliage in front of you.

“I know,” he nodded. “It’s on the list.”

“If we do it now and plant some bulbs, they should bloom in the spring just in time.” You wrapped your hands around his forearm, sliding it lower, his massive grasp spreading out across your abdomen.

“In time for what? Do you want some grand housewarming once all the projects are done? I’m not sure my family will fit in this place.” He snorted.

You held your breath, feeling the warmth of his fingers pressing softly onto your body, a cosmic point of connection where the three of you intersected. Your momentary little secret. 

You couldn’t help but quip. “Your family fits in here just fine.” 

If he noticed your goofy grin, he didn’t comment on it. You turned your head and nuzzled into his stomach, that knee-weakening sandalwood scent still evident under the paint fumes. This man, he gave you so much by simply existing. Now you had something to give back that finally felt like an adequate reciprocation. You were ready.

“I want the flowers as a backdrop for a portrait.” You said matter-of-factly.

He leaned down and ran his nose into your hairline, murmuring against your skin. “Mmm, that would be lovely. You in our garden.”

“Yes, the both of us.” You whispered, breathless with anticipation.

He kissed your forehead and chuckled deep in his chest. “If you want me in it too, I’m not exactly sure who is supposed to be doing the painting.”

Keeping one hand pressing his into your torso, you brought the other to his hair and gently pulled him to look at you. Locking into his eyes, you spoke, quiet but purposeful. “I didn’t say you’d be in it.”

He stared at you, blue-grey eyes darting back and forth at your pupils, the smile on his face fading from bemusement to confusion, a furrow forming between his brows. Then the penny dropped, and you felt the jolt run through his every muscle. With a shout he melted over you, rocking you as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You didn’t know if he was forming words, he seemed to be gasping and letting out wonderful little sounds of desperate happiness. His arms bound tighter around you, trembling with nervous energy. You could feel the heat of his tears on your skin, and it was enough to break you. You cried too, clutching back with fingers curled into his dark hair. 

Such euphoria, that you had planned on for so long. Had nearly written it on your calendar you felt so in command of when it would occur. Then when it had been denied and denied and denied, the least painful route was simply to give up hope. To comfort yourself with the knowledge that Benedict brought you so many other euphorias, it almost seemed selfish to demand this one too. But now it was yours, and you felt spoiled by the universe. Spoiled but oh so grateful. 

Gaining some semblance of control over himself, he hovered his face above yours once more, eyes wild, breathless. “You’re…oh my god…we’re…”

You laughed through your tears. “Yes, my love.”

His hand brushed warm over your belly, reverently. You could already see in his eyes that he was going to treat you like you were made of glass for the next nine months. It would be equal parts endearing and aggravating. The house projects would be laden with a new layer of stress, everything now with a greater sense of urgency, and he would try to do it all himself. 

Immediately confirming your assumption, he snapped to attention. “I’m clearing the beds tomorrow.”

You pulled his lips down to yours and hummed. “Not if I don’t let you out of ours.”

At the very least, you could delay his preparation mania for one day. You wouldn’t let him bear every burden on his own. You would build your home together, the two of you, until there were three. Then you would keep building, and see what other gifts lay in store.

With a smirk, he scooped you into his arms and rushed back into the cottage, the two of you giggling like fools.

No tagging, just goofin

[snowflaketale12]

My little finding outside the movies - "Helga" ❄️

My fifth finding is how many characters with the name "Helga" in books😄My last finding was about Lars, now I've found the Prince Lars' wife, Helga, is also a common name in Frozenverse 😂

A Frozen Heart - Princess Helga of Southern Isles, who's married to Prince Lars (Pg. 40)

2. "The Next Right Things" in All Is Found: A Frozen Anthology - The same Princess Helga from A Frozen Heart (Pg. 322)

3. Lost Legend: The Fixer Upper - Oaken's wife (Pg. 99)

4. Polar Nights: Cast Into Darkness - Helga from Vesterland, castle steward who was looking after Princess Sissel and Inger (Pg. 202)

5. Disney Frozen: Breaking Boundaries - Mr. Aldring’s late wife (Pg. 7)

[dramioneasks]

The Fixer-Upper Club - CharliPetidei - M, 23 chapters, Words: 140,453 - Since the war, Hogwarts castle has been left in a state of disrepair, not unlike some of the students within its crumbling walls. When Hermione decides to return for an eighth year of studies, she finds herself setting out on a restorative journey that might just fix more than a few broken windows. The one where Hermione and Draco rebuild the castle, themselves, and each other. Winner of Overall Favourite, Best Hermione Characterisation, Best Draco Characterisation, Best Supporting Cast, and Runner-Up for Best Intimate Moment in the Dramione+ 50K Classic competition 2021.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Here’s a very unique fixer upper- it’s a former tourist attraction miniature replica of the famous Dunvegan Castle, built in 1962.  The property has some new wiring, new plumbing, new well, upgraded flooring, and some septic work. Located in Grenville Parish, Prince Edward Island, Canada, it’s only $275,000 CAD.

Here are some examples of what it looks like now, and what it could look like after it’s renovated.

Whoever designed the kitchen made it all modern. I would do something different.

Not lovin’ her unimaginative after ideas.

Heart shaped tub. Who did this? Tacky.

It’s a real little castle and actually looks like a castle, unlike some of the homes we’ve seen. There’s a little cottage in the back. Looks like the turret needs some stone repair.

This is really nicely built- as the description says, the bones are there.

There’re 2.79 acres, so there’s plenty of space to build another house, also. I think that there’s another castle next door b/c it used to be a tourist area. 

https://www.oldhousedreams.com/2023/01/19/1962-dunregan-castle-in-grenville-parish-prince-edward-island/

[dhr-ao3]

So he's a bit of a fixer-upper...

So he's a bit of a fixer-upper... https://ift.tt/ZQcM6Gx by prongsys Hogwarts reopens for an eighth year, its battered walls reflecting the fractures left by the war. Hermione Granger throws herself into the task of restoring the castle, only to be paired with Draco Malfoy- a constant reminder of the very same past she’s trying to heal from. Working together, they clash, but beneath the tension, sparks of understanding begin to ignite. What she doesn’t know is that, at Harry's request, Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy are working in secret to restore her parents’ erased memories. In exchange, Harry has secured their freedom, providing them a chance to atone. For the Malfoys, it’s more than a bargain- it’s an opportunity to prove they can be better than the people they once were... and to regain their standing, of course. As Hermione and Draco grow closer, the Malfoys’ secret threatens to shatter everything. When the truth comes to light, Hermione must grapple with betrayal, redemption, and come to terms with whether or not she can truly trust a family she once viewed as enemies. In a world struggling to rebuild, forgiveness may be the most difficult thing of all- but it might also be the only way forward. Words: 4555, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Blaise Zabini, Lavender Brown, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott/Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Lavender Brown/Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Good Parent Narcissa Black Malfoy, Good Parent Lucius Malfoy, Morally Grey Lucius Malfoy, Hermione Granger & Theodore Nott Friendship, POV Hermione Granger, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Narcissa Black Malfoy, Werewolf Lavender Brown, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/FQra8pJ November 18, 2024 at 03:27AM

[chaoticdesertdweller]

Charleston, WV c.1880

[sunpinktulip]

okay you said sent bkdk ideas & BET

1. The climax of she-ra w/ catra’s “dont you get it? I love you, i always have! So please, just this once, STAY!” speech and I actually can’t decide if it’s katsuki begging an unconscious deku to wake up or izuku begging an unconscious kacchan to wake up. But either way.

2. Bakusquad singing She’s In Love from the little mermaid stage show — again can’t decide if it’s about katsuki or deku (with the other one as flounder who is Most Upset about Ariel being in love w someone) (only this time it’s themself that is the love interest) (I have both sets of lyrics divided up and available upon request)

3. Say the Word from the mad ones (sorry yes I’m a theatre kid mb). That’s all. I’m tentatively working on an animatic but I can’t draw

4. Bksquad singing fixer upper from frozen. Bakugou is Kristoff & Deku is Anna obviously. I haven’t thought any further at all so just spitballing here but kirishima sven todoroki Elsa (obviously) aaaaand idk for hans. I feel like shindo yo would be the popular pick for a fake love interest?

5. Bakugou singing Granger Danger from a very potter musical.

6. Okay this is actually kiribaku but you by dodie, bkdk were fwb but deku caught feelings & bakugou starts dating kirishima

7. Atalanta (Greek myth) au — bk was raised by wolves/bears/dragons probably, then gets hunted by a king (mitsuki) who recognises him as his (her) son and takes him back to be prince. Tells him he has to get married, he says okay but Only someone who can beat me in a fight (in the myth it’s a foot race) and if they lose they die. Deku gets help from all might and wins (in the myth aphrodite gives the winner golden apples which distract atalanta, not sure how this would play out in this ver)

8. Howl’s Moving Castle au (book ver). Controversially, I have deku as howl, katsuki as Sophie & sentient OFA as calcifer. I can and Will back this up. (Kaminari as Martha/youngest sister who wants to marry rich and be a mom) & Uraraka as Lettie (middle sister who wants to be rich off her own hard work) (I actually have the whole cast planned out)

9. I’m currently writing a Carrie au. Deku is Carrie obvs. Katsuki is both Sue and Tommy, w Kiri coming in for some of Tommy’s advice giving moments. Decided Toga can be Chris and originally I had aged down!Dabi as Billy at a friend’s request but not 100% sure. Considered switching to mustard but like. We know nothing about him.

10. Barely fleshed out but I’ve seen a bunch of parallel universe swapping quirk fics where fantasy!bkdk or future!bkdk get swapped to the canon verse, including at least one w pregnant izuku and. Pregnant katsuki gets swapped to the canon verse because I think it’s WAY funnier

Okay I’m done now sorry

These were A LOT and as a uni student I don't have the time to do all/organise all in one post (but I will draw if more people insist on the asks (please submit your ideas separetly, it's a lot easier for my little pea brain)

BUT, i will give my piece about the songs, since I included them in my BKDK playlist

2. She's in Love - I see it as bkdk friends talking about Deku's (Ariel) clear crush while an oblivious Bakugou (Flounder) has barely been able to tell Izuku is in love and it's annoyed about it because he thinks it's not him (it is tho)

3. Say the Word - This is such a Katsuki-coded song about his feelings, it actually hurts me inside

4. Fixer Upper - Submitter's suggestion is good, BUT HAVE YOU CONSIDERED: Fantasy AU BKDK, where Kiri is the weredragon and Shouto is a prince and I would suggest Toga Himiko (my daughter) for Hans (would change some more of the story tbh, but that's the OG plan)

5. Granger Danger - COUNTERPOINT: Fem!BKDK in a ball, bkg is Draco, dk is Ron and they're talking about each other

6. What if She from Dodie but it's Izuku's POV cause he is enamoured by Katsuki buthas no clue what the other feels

Anyway, feel free to send more asks now !! I'll promise I'll get back to them, I just took a long break because of personal shit, but I'm back stronger than ever

[galadhir]

🎀 list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your moots or followers 💖✨️

Five things that make me happy :)

My partner and children, first and foremost, who just delight me by existing.

The boat. This is The Drake's Return, which is where my son lives. Sometimes we go and help him move it, because it's hard work going through the locks on the canals.

It was a bit of a fixer-upper! Last year we sanded it down to bare metal and painted it ourselves. This year we had to take it to a vintage diesel engineer to fix the engine idle and teach us how to change the oil. Which brings me on to

3. Sign Painting/Rose and Castles painting

Just finished painting and lettering a gangplank for the boat. (It's a scaffolding plank with a paint job.) And you can see some of my Roses and Castles work on the boat's back doors. 'Roses and Castles' is a traditional British folk art based around the canal boats. I'm teaching a class on how to do it to a bunch of local folks next week.

4. Jewellery Making

I wanted to buy a necklace inspired by the stone age beads I saw while watching The Prehistory Guys on Youtube, but I could not find any. So I got myself a course in bead stringing instead and made my own.

(This one inspired by the Varna culture in Bulgaria c. 4500 BC, which was heavy on red beads and gold.)

5. Dancing!

I used to absolutely adore morris dancing, but last year the combination of fibromyalgia and arthritis in the knees meant that I acknowledged that I had to give it up. I'm still involved in that world as a musician-which is still pretty cool- but it did rather depress me until I took up Belly Dancing instead. Now I'm belly dancing twice a week and due to perform at my first hafla at the end of May.