#Chelsea lofts

[bostonrealtors]

220 Spencer Ave Unit 210 Chelsea MA 02150. Keen Lofts!

[carlconstruction-blog]

Enjoy the home of your dreams with a house extension in Chelsea.

You can change the flooring, update the electrical wiring and plumbing system, paint the exterior and interior of your property, and landscape the garden area to completely change the look of your property. After a full house refurbishment in Chelsea, you can enjoy an updated and comfortable home.

[blackwatergal13]

Closet Reach-In London Image of a small, modern reach-in closet with white cabinets and flat-panel cabinets

[gomioujo]

Living Room London Example of a large trendy formal and loft-style medium tone wood floor and brown floor living room design with white walls, a ribbon fireplace and a stone fireplace

[chloemoretz-news]

Bedroom in London Remodel ideas for a medium-sized eclectic guest room with pink walls and no fireplace

[yeeterthek33per]

Jealousy's a B**** (Steph Catley x Reader x Caitlin Foord)

A/n So this is officially my fifth attempt at this, I've accidentally managed to post it twice, way too early, and I'm honestly still not happy with it.

Also, sorry it took so long, y'all. 😅

But yeah, Caitley Fluff. (Caitley? Staitlin? Stetlin? Coord? Catoord? Fortley? Footley?)

Caitlin's been acting weird lately.

She's more clingy than usual, hands finding some part of you whenever you're just feet from each other.

You're sure Steph's noticed it too, but she hasn't said anything either. Just that she has a knowing look on her face whenever Caitlin latches onto you for the fifth time in an hour.

Normally, you wouldn't have minded, but when she does it at training... it gets a little distracting.

Particularly when practising marking for corners. It feels like she uses every opportunity to be pressed against you. She goes out of her way to mark you, to be the first to mark you despite not even sharing positions.

Her hands find your waist, gripping you tightly, and you have to smack them away with red cheeks so that you avoid being both held in place and also teased by the others.

She doesn't do it with Steph as much, but it's still prominent when you aren't a part of the drill.

Usually, you're pretty observant of anything going on with your girlfriends, but this has you completely befuddled.

Well.

That is until the game against Chelsea.

It'd been rough from the start, both teams eager to get the london derby underway from the start of the season, eager to see who could test the other the most in the coming days.

With Arsenal out of the Champions league, this was the most important game for your team to win. Arsenal needed to set itself up for precendence early.

With that came physicality. And fast. Every opportunity for a header was met with being held down by the waist. Every time you had the ball, it was met with a slide tackle. Every run was met with being held back by the arm or your shirt.

It was getting on your last nerve.

You knew the captain and her partner well. You loved them both like family, having spent years growing up with Magda and others playing on the same team as Pernille. Playing at Arsenal was the only time either of you had been separated.

Unfortunately, that fondness didn't translate onto the pitch.

Magda was the first one to take your feet out from under you, and Pernille was constantly on you, both of them knowing how well you linked up through the midfield and that you were a constant danger at any time on the ball.

Football is a physical game. You knew that.

But it was getting a little out of hand at this point.

Which brings you to now.

There's a foul just outside the penalty area winning Arsenal a free kick, which converts into a corner after the ball ricochets off Cuthbert.

Stood in line waiting for the in, you shift, ready to leap up for the header. As soon as the ball is lofted into the box, hands grip your waist, preventing you from making the header.

You shake it off the first time. And the second time.

The third time, Magda completely takes you off your feet, and you hit the turf with a groan of frustration. How was the ref not catching any of this?

The fourth and fifth times, you brush it off, but you can see Caitlin practically death glaring Magda as the swede pulls you up again.

What you didn't see was the constant hole Caitlin was boring into the Chelsea Captain's head when she even so much as stood near you. It got particularly bad when Magdalena dropped you on your butt.

The last time it happens that half, Caitlin spins around to yell to the umpire. The sideline ref spots it too, Magda is warned but nothing more.

Caitlin growls but returns to position with a look from you.

Half time can't come quick enough for you. The lockeroom is alight with various chatter as they all fire off strategies and mid game plays that need to be fixed. Your girlfriends sit either side of you, Caitlin's hand tightly gripping your leg, a beset half glare on her face.

"I need you all to just keep pressuring. My strikers, you're doing good, but it's just getting in for those shots where you need to be. Try to shake your defenders."

With a nod from all of you, you all make your way back to the pitch in a hopeful search of goals.

It's just minutes into the next half when it happens, you fight the hold, but in the end, you hit the pitch again. This time, it sets off the firey striker.

She sees you get pulled down and sees red, she gets right up in the captains face with almost no hesitation.

"What the hell is your problem?" She shoves the swede away from you, followed by the piercing screech of whistle behind her.

"Nothing, what's your problem?"

Magda shoves back a little, which leads to the others quickly pulling her away.

"Keep your hands off her. It's that simple Eriksson."

Realising your partner is about two seconds away from a yellow, you jump between them, too, quickly grabbing her by the shoulders to walk her away from the situation.

"Alright, that's enough outta both of you. Caitlin, you need to cool it. Do not get booted for this. It's not worth it."

"But she-"

"Caitlin! It's not worth it. Let it go."

She grunts but walks away, accepting the yellow card pointed in her direction.

The rest of the game goes as smoothly as it can. Occasionally, you catch Caitlin getting a little pushy with Pernille, too. But it's nothing major in the end, and the whistle blows in a nil all draw.

Exhausted but still in an okay mood given the results, you walk around to shake hands with the chelsea players and specifically go find Magda as well.

"Hey Magda, sorry about earlier, you know how feisty she gets. I'd say she's sorry as well, but-"

The blonde chuckles.

"Probably not, given the glare I'm receiving right now. Speaking of, how are your lover girls?"

You smile softly, a small flush creeping up your neck.

"Loving, sweet, caring as usual. Normally well behaved, I swear." She laughs at that.

"It's fine. What happens in the game stays in the game. Sorry about dropping you on your butt a lot there."

She winces slightly. You just jab poke her in the ribs and wrap an arm around her shoulders.

"Nah, that's nothing. It's not the worst thing you've done to me." It's a soft prod and she huffs at you.

"Excuse me. I thought we let that go already. Just because we used to torture each other as kids."

"We? You mean you used to do it. I was a total angel as a child."

"Oh, I'm sure you were, I heard all about your innocent professions from Magda's mum."

Pernille wraps her arm around your other side, hand ruffling your hair.

"Yeah, just like you weren't getting pushy either today." You look up at her, being unfortunately shorter than the platinum blonde.

"I have no idea what you're talking about søde."

A nudge from you makes her chuckle.

You chatter away with them in your second language, having learnt Swedish whilst living with the captain in sweden from the age of 10.

Your parents were travelling business people (Magda would call them deadbeats, but that's another story) having moved to Sweden when you were just five, growing up next to Magda for five years before your parents wanted to move back to Australia.

However, given that you'd become so close with the Eriksson family, they quickly agreed to let you stay with them, the travelling lifestyle rather cumbersome on a child your age.

You loved your parents, but they were more deadbeat than they liked to admit, and so Magda's mother became like your own, and Magda, a sister to you after accepting adoption by the swedish family.

As you banter away with them, Caitlin watches on from her position by the bench, a small scowl on her face.

They were clearly way too touchy with you. Pernille kissing your cheek occasionally, Magdalena's arm wrapped tightly around your waist, occasionally brushing away your hair as you talk animatedly, a small blush on your cheeks at one particular moment makes the heat rise in her chest.

But she wasn't jealous.

No.

Why would she be jealous?

A small poke to her side brings her out of her thoughts.

"What's up with you, grumpy?"

Steph's shiteating grin makes her roll her eyes.

"Nothing."

"Uhuh, right, like I'm sure Eriksson and Harder haven't felt the holes you're glaring in the side of their heads either."

She scoffs.

"I am not." Her cheeks turn red at the incredulous look she receives in return.

"Babe, you do know they're not flirting, right? Magda definitely isn't into her, and as far as I can tell, those are loving sibling noogies our girl is receiving from Pernille."

Caitlin turns back to you. Steph's right. Still, she doesn't like the way they're holding you.

At some point, you must feel her staring because you look over with a soft but mildly concerned smile, raising a brow in her direction.

She shakes her head and turns away, arms still folded across her chest as she moves to go into the locker room.

"What's up with your girl, Stephy?"

Steph chuckles softly.

"Oh, nothing. Just our girl getting attention from her adoptive sister, apparently. I don't think she knows."

Beth snorts.

"No, I don't think she does either."

They watch as the pair continue to rib you, eventually hugging them goodbye and promising to meet up at some point in the next week or so. Wandering back over to Steph, theres a mildly confused look on your face.

"What happened with Cait? Is she still upset over Magda taking me down?"

Steph shrugs.

"Maybe. You know why?"

You shrug as well.

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The bus ride back is even more confusing.

She ends up planted in the spot next to you but far too quiet. Normally, she's sat next to Katie, where the two would be either bickering, playing card games, or giving each other shit over small plays during the game.

None of that, though, and it stays that way until you've returned home.

"Okay, what's going on with you? You've been quietly sulking since we got back."

The forward shrugs in response, having been pretty silent for the whole ride home, save for occasional hums as you and Steph chat about team drama and the girls' post game antics as well.

You exchange a look with Steph, who looks like she knows more than she's letting on with the small smirk that pulls at her lips.

Confused by the action, you turn back to your other girlfriend, whose eyes are locked on the ceiling now, avoiding your meeting your own.

You can't think of any reason she'd be upset. The game hadn't been majorly eventful aside from that one yellow card. Magda certainly wasn't malicious in her tackles, so there's no way she'd be holding a grudge over that. You'd basically gone straight home after the game, too.

She was acting fine up until-

Oh.

Oh.

A mischievous grin crawls across your lips, and you move to sit in the striker's lap, surprising her mildly.

Your hands force her to look up at you.

"Baby, were you jealous?"

She scoffs, stumbling slightly over her words.

"Wha- no, I have no idea what you're talking about."

You sit back slightly, hand on your chin in faux confusion.

"Hm, I could've sworn you were glaring at Magda and P earlier. You saw that, right, Steph?"

You turn to the brunette, who is watching on clearly amused if anything.

"Oh, I sure did, I mean, if looks could kill."

You chuckle at the pout that makes its way onto Caitlin's face.

"I was not-"

She huffs at the growing smile on your face.

"It's really cute that you think they were flirting, baby. But no, there's no reason for you to be jealous, baby."

"But I wasn't jealous. They were just far too touchy, and-" the raised brow you give her makes her sigh softly.

"Okay, maybe a little bit, but still, they were all kissy, and it was getting way too touchy."

"Babe."

"But honestly they kept hugging you and after the game where they kept holding you and tackling you and-"

Cutting off her rambling, your finger sits on her lips and you hush her.

"Cait. I grew up with Magda. She's my adoptive sister. And Pernille definitely was not flirting. She's far too taken with Magda. Plus, she treats me like a little sister, too."

"Oh." Her cheeks flush.

"Honestly, baby, I thought you knew this already?"

Her cheeks go a little redder.

"No, why would I know? You've never told me about that."

"I'm out with them every other week. I usually tell you both, too."

"When? The only time you go out with friends, all we get from you is 'Hey, you two, I'm going to lunch with my sister and her girlfriend-' oh."

Both you and Steph lose it at that, Steph face palming as she falls back onto the couch, chest shaking with laughter.

You bury your face into her shoulder, shoulders jumping as you try to hide your giggles.

Caitlin rolls her eyes affectionately.

"Yeah, yeah, very funny, you two."

It takes you a minute to catch your breath again, hands moving to cup her cheeks, eyes alight with mirth.

"You're adorable. God, I love you. Also, wanna talk to us about why you've been extra touchy lately, too?"

She shakes her head and pulls you down to kiss her fully.

"Shut up."

You chuckle but comply, letting her have her way for now.

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Caitlin didn't think she'd end up getting the third degree on her day off, but here she is, being teased mercilessly, stuck between you and Steph while you all rib her about last weeks game and the hickies you turned up to training with.

Between Steph, Beth, and occasionally Magda and Pernille, it really wasn't ending.

"Honestly, I don't know how you two didn't see it, really. She looked ready to implode after you kissed her cheek."

"I did not!"

"Baby, please, you were so red in the face."

"I'd just played 90 minutes. What do you expect?"

Beth pokes the girl with her shoe.

"Please, there was steam coming out of those ears."

Laughter rings out across the table.

"Tell me again why you thought I was flirting during the game by tackling her?"

Caitlin rolls her eyes at the swede.

"I didn't say that either."

You scoff playfully, turning to the chelsea defender.

"Ah yes, the swedish charm never fails you, huh Mags?"

"Sweeping girls off their feet since age ten."

Caitlin shakes her head.

"Okay, but like, what about the handsyness during the game? Harder, you were the worst of it."

The dane shrugs.

"It annoys her. That's literally it. Frustrate your opponents, and you have an easier time winning."

You scoff.

"Excuse me, don't say it like it actually worked."

"It did work."

"What part of a draw means you won?"

"I just said it worked."

"Clearly." You cock a brow at her.

The blonde flips you off, taking a sip of her coffee.

You poke your tongue out at her. Pernille chuckles, turning to her girlfriend.

"Childish. See babe, what did I tell you?"

"That I'm clearly the more mature and better looking sibling? See Caitlin? You have nothing to be jealous over. There's no way my girl would leave me for this thing."

Beth snorts and Steph has to cover a laugh when you take a swipe at the blonde.

"Bitch!"

While the other's watch on amused as you both bicker, Caitlin simply smiles, realising she definitely has nothing to worry about and reminds herself how much you show her love constantly.

Her clinginess had come from nowhere, so she'd blown it off.

Steph, however, knew well where it came from. Caitlin just got jealous easily, regardless of her protests to calling it that. Jealousy really is a bitch.

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[desperate-gay]

Q&A

Mary Earps x fem!reader

Recently, all of the lionesses have had to deal with a lot of media attention and interviews after winning the euros. Today it is your turn; luckily, it is just a quick Q&A interview along with signing a few jerseys. These kinds of interviews never bother you too much because they usually ask pretty mild and entertaining questions, and most of the time if there is a question that may be risky, they’ll ask you if it’s okay to answer before rolling the cameras.

Your alarm blared throughout the bedroom, causing you to groan and stretch out as little as you can. Your wife’s arms are wrapped around your waist and your back is to her front. You feel Mary’s arms tighten to keep you in your spot.

“Baby,” you turn your head and place a kiss on her flushed cheek, “I have to start getting ready.” She just groans as a response and continues to keep her limbs wrapped around you.

“Honey-“

Her mouth hangs open and she lets out a booming snore to cover your protests.

“Mary!”

That gets her attention right away as her eyes shoot open and she sits up a little. Her lip juts out in a pout, “Don’t call me that.” Whenever you fight, you’re generally the calm one and never raise your voice along with only calling her by pet names like “Baby” or “Honey”. So now that you used her first name, she is wide awake and probably a little scared.

“There! That’s one way to get your attention.” You smile in triumph and lean over to place a small peck on her frowning lips. Her mouth drops open a little with her eyebrows furrowing in disbelief.

“That’s not fair! You can’t do that to me!” She shouts, seeing as you already made your way to the bathroom.

“I love you!”

She grumbles back a quiet “I love you”.

—

After a quick see you later and a couple of kisses, you make your way to your vehicle and head to your destination. Luckily, the directions your manager sent to you are not too far from your loft.

As you walk in, you greet multiple directors and writers before making your way to the seat where all the cameras are pointed to. A makeup artist and hairdresser come over and make a few tweaks to your look just to be sure everything is perfect. There will be an interviewer behind the camera asking a series of questions, so all you’ve got to do is answer and be polite.

The camera rolls and the producer gives you the sign to introduce yourself. “Hi! My name is Y/n Earps, I play for the England Lionesses, and today I will be doing a quick Q&A. Most of these questions are asked by you, the fans, and viewers. If your question didn’t make it, you can always drop more on Twitter or Instagram and I will do my best to answer them. Now let’s get started!”

The producer gave you a thumbs up and started to roll again. Your hands lay on the table intertwined while you look at the interviewer standing behind the camera.

“Out of everyone in your squad, who do you think is the funniest?”

“Oooh, that’s a tricky one. There are a lot of jokesters on the team, but I think it would be Tooney. She’s always so random and it makes it even funnier. I’d say Daly is right there too”

You hear the man flip through the cards to get to the next one. “Okay next, growing up, which club did you support?”

“Oh no. I hope not too many people come after me, but I grew up an Arsenal fan and I even play for them now. All my teammates who play for Chelsea, United, or Barca all argue over who’s second to me. Leah just looks smug and lets out snarky comments, teasing the rest.”

You go over plenty of more questions; some about your personal life and some about your football opinions. A couple of the questions you’d have a conversation with the interviewer and the crew behind the camera. Now you’re down to your last one, which is a little relieving. To be honest, you didn’t want to get out of bed at all today, but this wasn’t the worst thing to do.

“Last question for today isssss…out of all women’s football, who is your favorite goalkeeper.”

You let out a small chuckle and stare at the camera. “This feels like a setup. Well if I don’t say Mary Earps I think she’d be quite angry with me and would sleep on the couch tonight.”

“Wouldn’t you sleep on the couch?” The man’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

“Yeah, you would think, right? But one time Mary told me and I quote, ‘Just because I don’t like you at the moment, doesn’t mean I don’t care about you’. She claims she doesn't want my back to hurt the next morning.” You smile softly at the words of your wife. A few awes can be heard from the crew which makes your smile widen even more.

“It’s really difficult being married to a cocky sweetheart sometimes.” Sighing, you shake your head and look at the camera. “Back to the question, I guess Mearps isn’t all that bad,” you jokingly look around and cup your mouth, acting like you're whispering, “I do fancy Zecira Musovic though.” You place a finger on your lips and wink before the cameras stop rolling. The workers clap and thank you for doing this and you smile back and reply with my pleasure.

Once everything is edited to your and the producer's taste, they post it on YouTube straight away. You bid your goodbyes one final time and go run a few errands to get some snacks for movie night.

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“Baby! Can you help me with a few of these groceries?” You shout through the empty-looking house. Footsteps begin to make their way slowly to the front door, near you.

“Well well well, look who needs goalkeeper Mary Earps’s help. Why don’t you call and ask your favorite Zecira Musovic?” She taunts with her arms crossed over her chest. Her steps are even slower than before, taking her time to get to you.

“You saw the interview, huh?” You wince and give your best innocent smile while you bat your eyelashes. Mary nods and runs her tongue around the inside of her cheek, which most people are familiar with during games.

“Why should I help you?”

“Because you; darling, love of my life, angel, are my dear sweet wife, and you wouldn’t want your wife’s arms to snap before the World Cup now would you?” You say with the same smile, but now your nose is scrunched. “Please?”

Huffing, she makes her way to you grabs all the bags, and goes to the kitchen to set them on the counter. You follow her and give her the biggest hug you can. Her hands place themselves under your thighs, signaling for you to jump. Your legs wind around her waist as your arms wrap around her neck. Mary carries you back into the living room and bends down, placing only you on the couch. You reach up with grabby hands and try to bring her down. She lowers her mouth just above your ear and whispers, “Your back can hurt tomorrow, so you can sleep on the couch tonight.”

She places a kiss on your lips and walks away leaving you in shock, seeing she just mimicked your moves from this morning. Your wife smirks to herself and heads back upstairs to your shared bedroom. As quickly as you can, you sit up and run towards her.

“It was a joke, baby! I’m sorry!”

[newyorkthegoldenage]

The Chelsea Hotel, 222 West 23rd Street, August 12, 1936.

[Edgar Lee] Masters proclaimed in his booming courthouse voice that there was no better home for a writer than the Hotel Chelsea. He urged [Thomas] Wolfe to sign the register and stood by as the younger man grasped the pen, observing with satisfaction Wolfe’s receding hairline and slightly drooping jowls. Wunderkind or not, the author of Look Homeward, Angel needed spectacles to read. But Masters meant what he’d said about the Chelsea. Granted, it lacked the polish of the Algonquin, with its fabled Round Table wits and bow-tied maître d’. The Chelsea had had a run of bad luck ... Still, for people with small bank accounts but big imaginations, a unique and intriguing spirit lingered in the atmosphere. Like a stately ocean liner, the enormous Victorian-era residence had withstood the battering of the district’s successive waves of vaudeville theaters and nickelodeons, oyster houses and seamen’s bars, office buildings and warehouse lofts. Inside the Chelsea, a tradition of tolerance, built into its bones, had allowed its occupants to weather these changes with equanimity. 

    --Sherill Tippins, Inside the Dream Palace: The Life & Times of New York's Legendary Chelsea Hotel (New York: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt 2013)

Photo: Berenice Abbott via Jackson Fine Art

[transpondster]

A meme bounced around Brooklyn last summer: ‘What if we kissed at the Tom Verlaine book sale?’ Verlaine, who formed and fronted the band Television, died on 28 January 2023. Over the years he had acquired fifty thousand books – twenty tons or more – on any number of subjects: art, acoustics, astrological signs, UFOs. The sale of those books – a two-day affair in August, run out of adjacent garages in Brooklyn – was a serious draw. Arto Lindsay, the avant-pop musician, walked by. Tony Oursler made a short video and posted it on Instagram. Old friends, some of whom looked as if they hadn’t seen daylight in decades, found each other in the long line. Verlaine had split his enormous collection between storage units: one a short walk from his Chelsea one-bedroom, four more across the river in Red Hook, near the foot of the Gowanus Canal. Verlaine didn’t use Uber. To get to the Brooklyn facility he’d take a rickety grocery cart on the F train, ride it out to Smith and Ninth Street, the highest Subway station in the city, and walk the rest of the way. In a crowd, Verlaine stood out. He was tall, thin, fine-featured. (‘Tom Verlaine has the most beautiful neck in rock and roll,’ Patti Smith wrote in 1974. ‘Real swan like.’) He had never quit smoking and wore a car coat, like a character out of film noir. But there he had been, bumping his cart down several sets of stairs and escalators and wheeling it, under the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway, across seven lanes of traffic, to Red Hook. The books had to go somewhere.

Alex Abramovich | At the Tom Verlaine Book Sale

You can still buy Verlaine’s books from Better Read than Dead and Capitol Hill’s websites. His record collection will go on sale, one of these days, at the Academy Record annexes in Greenpoint and the East Village. They’re a reminder of different days in a different city, where the bookstores and record stores stayed open late, and you could poke around in them even after a night out at CBGB, and the stuff that you’d get there was cheap, and the space that you needed to store them was cheap, and, even if you worked in a bookstore, you could afford an offset press and start your own poetry imprint, or find a loft space in SoHo and start your own band.

[plantsrooms]

a loft in Chelsea

[outrunningthedark]

I’ve said twice now that the pic of “Bobby” at the loft was gonna end up being Just Some Guy, and with (near) confirmation that Chelsea is playing the roommate’s wife, that screencap officially makes 100% sense. She has long blonde hair now!!! She is the mystery lady!!!

[brideofkylosolo]

Writer Wednesday Week 2

Writer Wednesday Fic for Week 2.

Tagging @writer-wednesday

Nights in NYC

Ben Solo x Aria (FOC) (Star Wars Sequel Trilogy)

Ben decides to go on a solo adventure one night in New York and meets someone from his past.

Warnings: Modern AU NYC, mild swearing

  The party was boring as all hell.

  Ben’s mother, Ambassador Leia Organa-Solo, was hosting yet another event at the family Manhattan loft near Central Park, and Ben was bored out of his mind. He had been trying to figure out some way of making an exit for the better part of an hour, but so far, he was having zero luck.

  As Ben was trying to think of some way to sneak off, his phone in his pocket buzzed.

  Thank Gods, he thought as he pulled it out.

  It was a text message from his college roommate Cian: You free for a hot dog?

  Yep. Ben replied. The one near Times Square?

  Cian sent a thumbs up emoji in reply.

  Ben glanced around the room, making sure the coast was clear. His mother was busy talking to some delegate from China, and his father was standing next to her, awkwardly drinking a glass of whiskey. Now was his chance.

  He quietly slipped out via the side door and made his way down the elevator to the front lobby of the Dakota. He made his way to the subway, taking the B line from his family apartment on 72nd St. to Times Square.

  As Ben had expected, Times Square was busy with the tourist crowd and locals alike. He scanned the area, soon seeing the familiar sight of his friend Cian along with his other college roommate, Poe Dameron; their friend Finn, standing next to a hot dog cart as well. And Aria, Cian’s younger sister.

  Even though Ben and Cain were close, he considered her one as well. They still hung out and often talked, as well as followed each other on their social medias. Of course, it never went beyond that, although Ben would be lying if he didn’t want something more. Still, if she was happy as friends, so was he.

  “Oi, Solo!” Cian greeted him with a hug. “’Bout time you showed up. Was beginning to think you couldn’t get away.”

  “Nah, my mom didn’t even notice I left,” Ben replied.

  “I don’t get why your mom makes you go to those things,” Poe remarked as they stood in line to get their food.

  “Polite politics and shit, the same since I was a kid,” Be said.

  Aria gave him a sympathetic glance. She was one of the few people that knew how much Ben hated having to attend all of his mother’s functions. Still, he knew he had to attend them, at least for now.

  “So, what are you guy’s plans?” he asked as the group ate their food.

  “Not much,” Cian said. “Thinking about going bowling or something.”

  “What about that one bar on the west side?” Poe said. “That retro themed one?”

  “Fine with me,” Cian said as Finn, Aria, and Ben nodded.

  The group finished up and headed to the Chelsea neighborhood to hit up a bar. Cian, Poe, and Finn walked ahead while Ben and Aria hung back.

  “I’m kinda surprised to see you out,” Ben said as they walked.

  “Yeah, my brother forced me to come,” Aria said. “He was complaining I spend too much time studying.”

  That made Ben chuckle. “Yeah, you are a bit of a bookworm,” he teased her.

  Aria just giggled in response. They continued to walk awhile, still trailing behind the others.

  “You really don’t want to go to this bar, right?” Ben suddenly asked her.

  Aria gave him a look that told him he was right on the money.

  She took Ben’s hand, and they crossed the street, the others failing to see them. As the couple made their way back uptown, Ben got a text.

  Take care of my kid sister, it said with a winky face emoji.Will do, he replied with a smile.

[noah-avon]

Hi my name is Noah Avon and my Teacher is Patrick Hall and I got to the Loft a class for Autistic Kids like me and its owned by Patrick Hall, where I go to Philemon Right High School on 80 Rue Daniel-Johnson, Gatineau, QC J8Z 1S3 and is owned by the Western Québec School Board and where I went to Chelsea Elementary School on 4 Chem. Old Chelsea, Chelsea, QC J9B 1K9 as a kid in another Special Needs Class owned by Ms Gage.

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Maximizing Your Living Space: Essential Tips for Home Renovation

Renovating your home can be an exciting yet challenging endeavor, especially when you aim to maximize your living space. Whether you are looking to expand your home’s footprint, upgrade your bathroom, or find the best builder in Chelsea, planning and executing a renovation project requires careful consideration. Here, we provide essential tips to help you navigate your home renovation journey effectively.

Home Space Expansion

One of the primary goals of many renovation projects is home space expansion. This process involves making strategic changes to increase the usable area in your home. Loft conversions, basement renovations, and building extensions are popular methods for expanding space. Loft conversions can turn an underutilized attic into a beautiful bedroom or office. Basement renovations can transform a dark storage area into a cozy living space or entertainment room. Building extensions, such as adding a conservatory, can provide additional space and enhance the aesthetic appeal of your home.

Home And Apartment Renovation Service

Choosing the right home and apartment renovation service is crucial to the success of your project. A professional renovation service can offer valuable expertise, ensuring that your project adheres to local building codes and regulations. They can also provide creative solutions to maximize space and functionality. When selecting a renovation service, consider their experience, portfolio, and customer reviews. A reputable service will work closely with you to understand your needs and bring your vision to life.

Bathroom Renovation London

A well-designed bathroom can significantly enhance the comfort and value of your home. When planning Bathroom Renovation Services In London, consider the layout, fixtures, and finishes that will best suit your lifestyle and preferences. Modern bathroom designs often include features such as walk-in showers, freestanding tubs, and underfloor heating. Storage solutions like built-in cabinets and shelving can help keep the space organized and clutter-free. Additionally, selecting high-quality materials and fixtures will ensure durability and longevity.

Builder Chelsea

Finding a reliable builder in Chelsea is essential for any successful renovation project. A skilled builder can manage the construction aspects of your renovation, from structural changes to finishing touches. Look for builders with a proven track record in projects similar to yours and ensure they are licensed and insured. Effective communication is key; your builder should be able to clearly explain the process, provide regular updates, and address any concerns promptly.

Additional Tips for a Successful Renovation

Plan Thoroughly: Before starting your renovation, create a detailed plan that outlines your goals, budget, and timeline. This will help you stay organized and avoid unexpected costs and delays.

Set a Realistic Budget: Factor in all potential expenses, including materials, labor, and permits. It’s also wise to set aside a contingency fund for unexpected issues.

Stay Flexible: Renovation projects can sometimes encounter unforeseen challenges. Being flexible and open to adjustments can help keep the project on track.

Communicate Regularly: Maintain open lines of communication with your renovation team to ensure everyone is on the same page and any issues are addressed promptly.

By focusing on home space expansion, selecting a reputable home and apartment renovation service, planning a thoughtful bathroom renovation in London, and hiring a skilled builder in Chelsea, you can create a beautiful and functional living space that meets your needs and enhances your lifestyle.

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Renovation Companies in London Transforming Spaces with Expertise

Renovation projects in London are more than just refurbishments; they're transformative journeys that blend history with modern functionality. From revitalizing Victorian townhouses in Kensington to updating contemporary apartments in Shoreditch, London's renovation companies play a pivotal role in shaping the city's architectural landscape. This article explores the key aspects of renovation companies in London, their services, trends, and what sets them apart in this vibrant urban environment.

Understanding Renovation Companies London

Renovation companies in London specialize in revitalizing residential and commercial properties, ensuring they meet contemporary standards while preserving their unique historical or architectural charm. These companies typically offer a range of services tailored to the diverse needs of London's property owners, from minor updates to complete overhauls.

Services Offered by Renovation Companies

Full-Scale Renovations: Many companies excel in comprehensive renovations, managing projects from inception to completion. This includes structural modifications, electrical and plumbing updates, and aesthetic enhancements.

Interior Design and Refurbishment: Renovation firms often collaborate with interior designers to create cohesive spaces that balance functionality and style.

Specialized Restoration: London's rich history means that some projects involve restoring period features such as cornices, fireplaces, and intricate woodwork.

Kitchen and Bathroom Upgrades: Renovation companies offer expertise in modernizing these key areas, incorporating energy-efficient appliances and contemporary design elements.

Smart Home Integration: Increasingly, companies are integrating smart technologies into renovations, offering clients enhanced convenience and energy efficiency.

Trends in London Renovations

Sustainability: Eco-friendly materials and energy-efficient solutions are gaining traction, aligning with London's commitment to sustainability.

Open-Plan Living: Emphasizing space and light, open-plan layouts continue to dominate renovation preferences, especially in urban areas.

Heritage Preservation: Renovations that honor the architectural heritage of properties while incorporating modern comforts appeal to discerning London homeowners.

Luxury Amenities: High-end renovations often feature luxurious additions such as home gyms, spa-like bathrooms, and bespoke kitchens.

Choosing the Right Renovation Company

Selecting a renovation company in London involves careful consideration of several factors:

Portfolio and Experience: Review past projects to gauge the company's expertise and style.

Client References: Seek testimonials from previous clients to assess satisfaction levels and project management skills.

Licensing and Insurance: Ensure the company is properly licensed and insured to handle renovations in London.

Cost and Timeline: Obtain detailed quotes and timelines to align with your budget and scheduling needs.

Case Studies: Exemplary Renovation Projects

Victorian Terrace in Islington: A renovation company transformed a dilapidated Victorian terrace into a modern family home, blending period features with contemporary design elements.

Warehouse Conversion in Clerkenwell: Renovation specialists converted an industrial warehouse into stylish loft apartments, emphasizing open spaces and industrial aesthetics.

Georgian Townhouse in Chelsea: Preserving Georgian elegance, a renovation firm updated a historic townhouse with state-of-the-art amenities while preserving original architectural details.

Conclusion

Renovation companies in London play a crucial role in revitalizing the city's diverse architectural fabric, blending old-world charm with modern functionality. Whether you're refurbishing a period property or updating a contemporary space, these firms bring expertise, creativity, and a deep understanding of London's unique architectural heritage. By choosing the right renovation company, property owners can transform their visions into reality, ensuring their spaces remain timeless and functional in one of the world's most dynamic cities.

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property refurbishment London

In the heart of one of the world's most dynamic cities lies a burgeoning trend that melds history with modernity - property refurbishment in London. From the cobblestone streets of Chelsea to the vibrant markets of Camden, the capital's diverse neighborhoods are witnessing a renaissance through meticulous renovations of its iconic buildings.

Preserving Heritage, Embracing Innovation

London's architectural tapestry is a mosaic of Victorian terraces, Georgian townhouses, and contemporary apartment blocks. Each structure tells a story of its era, bearing witness to centuries of evolution. Property refurbishment in London is not merely about cosmetic enhancements; it's a delicate dance between preserving historical charm and integrating cutting-edge technologies and amenities.

Crafting Bespoke Spaces

Central to the art of refurbishment is the idea of creating bespoke living spaces that resonate with individuality and functionality. Expert refurbishment firms in London understand the importance of tailoring each project to meet the unique desires and lifestyles of their clients. Whether it's transforming a cramped attic into a sunlit studio or converting a neglected warehouse into a chic loft, the goal is to breathe new life into every square foot of the property.

Sustainability and Efficiency

In an era increasingly defined by environmental consciousness, London's refurbishment sector is at the forefront of sustainable innovation. From energy-efficient appliances to eco-friendly building materials, every decision is made with an eye towards reducing carbon footprints and maximizing efficiency. Property owners are not only revitalizing their spaces but also contributing to the city's broader sustainability goals.

Navigating Challenges, Celebrating Success

Navigating the labyrinthine regulations of London's planning authorities can be a challenge, but seasoned refurbishment experts adeptly navigate these waters. From securing planning permissions to adhering to conservation guidelines, they ensure that every project meets regulatory standards without compromising on creativity.

Successful refurbishments in London are not just about achieving aesthetic excellence; they are about creating enduring value and enhancing the quality of urban life. Each renovated property becomes a testament to the city's ability to blend tradition with innovation, creating spaces that inspire and endure for generations to come.

Looking Ahead

As London continues to evolve, so too will its approach to property refurbishment. The future promises even greater integration of smart technologies, sustainable practices, and adaptive reuse of existing structures. Whether you're a homeowner embarking on a personal renovation journey or an investor eyeing opportunities in the bustling property market, London's refurbishment landscape offers boundless possibilities.

In conclusion, property refurbishment in London is not just about transforming buildings; it's about revitalizing communities and redefining urban living. It's about honoring the past while embracing the future. As the city continues to grow and change, one thing remains certain - the art and science of property refurbishment will continue to shape London's skyline and spirit for years to come.