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[adventuresofalgy]

"Oh no!" cried Algy, as he was hurled bodily into a frantic eleagnus bush. "Too soon, too soon!"

But Storm Ashley only replied gleefully "You ain't seen nothing yet!" as it laughed in the wildly bending trees while it tried its best to sweep Algy's feathers off his back and toss him from his precarious perch. And despite the storm's manifest faults, it was probably telling the truth, for the wind had only started to get up a short while ago, and the weather birds had warned Algy that it was likely to get a great deal stronger than this before it finally slunk away in a huff.

The onset of the storm had caught Algy unawares, despite all the many warnings, and as he clung on to the thin, waving branches as tightly as he could, for fear of being suddenly catapulted into the air and flung out far across the angry ocean, which was only a wind's throw away, he couldn't help wishing that he had been just a wee bit more prudent, and had taken cover before the tempest began, as he had been advised to do.

However, a fluffy bird is rarely very much daunted by anything as commonplace as a raging Atlantic storm, so where a mere human would be concentrating on how to get out of the wind and into a place of safety and comfort, Algy was busy trying to remember a poem he had once read, which described a gale very much like this one:

This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields under the window Floundering black astride and blinding wet Till day rose; then under an orange sky The hills had new places, and wind wielded Blade-light, luminous black and emerald, Flexing like the lens of a mad eye. At noon I scaled along the house-side as far as The coal-house door. Once I looked up - Through the brunt wind that dented the balls of my eyes The tent of the hills drummed and strained its guyrope, The fields quivering, the skyline a grimace, At any second to bang and vanish with a flap; The wind flung a magpie away and a black- Back gull bent like an iron bar slowly. The house Rang like some fine green goblet in the note That any second would shatter it. Now deep In chairs, in front of the great fire, we grip Our hearts and cannot entertain book, thought, Or each other. We watch the fire blazing, And feel the roots of the house move, but sit on, Seeing the window tremble to come in, Hearing the stones cry out under the horizons.

[Algy is quoting the poem Wind by the 20th century English poet Ted Hughes.]

[miyku]

Baldur's Gate III | ▶ dev. Larian Studios

[acklum]

Clouds flash overhead

strobing light over fields.

Gales bring me sunshine,

rain brings sparkling emeralds

to mark my way towards

the shelter of pine trees.

An ominous creaking warns

of widowmakers hanging

high in the branches,

so I gratefully decide to find

safer skies.

-acklum

[soundlessroom-archive]

Act 2 Romance Scene with Tae "Hands are more than weapons, you know?"

Thinking often about how my Babies only experiences hands as a source of pain.

Drew this for my RP Blog, but I thought maybe some of you like to know how to romance them too

[callmeanxietygirl]

NO TE CONFUNDAS MAS⤵️

Mucha gente en todo el mundo, incluidas personas de clase élite que han viajado mucho, a menudo confunden Inglaterra, el Reino Unido, Bretaña y Gran Bretaña. Bueno, aquí tienes la forma de diferenciarlos:

Inglaterra es un país como Nigeria, y su capital es Londres, al igual que Abuja es la capital de Nigeria.

Gran Bretaña es un conjunto de 3 países que se unieron como un solo país y tiene su capital en Londres. Esos 3 países son:

1. Inglaterra,

2. Escocia y

3. Gales.

Cuando incluyes Irlanda del Norte a estos 3 países, se convierten en Reino Unido (unión de cuatro naciones), a saber:

1. Inglaterra,

2. Escocia,

3. Gales

4. Irlanda del Norte.

Por eso se le conoce como Reino Unido de Gran Bretaña e Irlanda del Norte.

En conjunto, los cuatro se consideran un solo país. Y cuando este es el caso, Londres es su capital.

Sin embargo, tenga en cuenta que estas cuatro naciones individuales tienen sus respectivas capitales.

En consecuencia, la capital de

Escocia es Edimburgo,

Gales es Cardiff;

Irlanda del Norte es Belfast.

Inglaterra es Londres.

Ps: Irlanda del Norte no debe confundirse con la República de Irlanda. Este último es un país independiente y su capital es Dublín.

[emvisual]

Aquí está todo: volar, velocidad, aviones, fotografía... Los pilotos, además, posan haciendo maniobras para que salgan bien las fotos. Es el Mach loop en Gales.

Por hay pasan todo tipo de aparatos, desde Hércules a F35, Typhoon, Rafale, Apache, F15, Sikorski...

[byokinu]

I leave this dragon boy here :D

[rairacrow]

Lady Diana de Gales

The Princess of Hearts

[panchicha]

[ancientoriginses]

Un hallazgo épico de una olla romana y un caldero y vasijas de la Edad del Hierro en el campo galés pintan una imagen vívida de la vida hace 2000 años. ¡Estos tesoros desenterrados que se encuentran en Gales han despertado una gran curiosidad y asombro!

[carloskaplan]

Ynys Llanddwyn, Anglesey, Gales

[adventuresofalgy]

Algy clung on tightly to the wildly waving branches of the eleagnus bush until there was a momentary lull in the battering gale, and then, with a vigorous tail wind to assist him, he flew straight to the safest refuge which could be found in his assistants' garden.

He knew that he would be much better protected there than in the wider landscape, because the garden was an oasis of densely planted small trees, large shrubs, and generally abundant vegetation, which offered welcome cover to many small creatures in what was otherwise a totally exposed environment, open to the Atlantic storms on three sides out of four. There was little beyond the garden's enclosing hedges but barren rock interspersed with dangerous peat bogs and windswept moorland, where there was scarcely any shelter to be found at all.

Tucking himself down tightly beneath a luxurious canopy of ferny fronds, Algy leaned back against a moss-covered step and breathed a deep sigh of relief. He could still hear the storm raging and roaring all around, and he could feel an occasional drop of rain, which no doubt heralded the beginning of the torrential downpour that was expected to accompany the wind as it passed through, but in his cosy though rather damp nook, neither wind nor rain would be likely to trouble him greatly.

As he relaxed in his own wee sanctuary, Algy thought of his assistants, who were sheltering in their squat stone house nearby, and his other friends across Scotland (including his new friend @ox24g in the far north), and he remembered a poem which, although it was not written about this precise location, described what was evidently a very similar place, in very similar conditions. Luckily, unlike Algy's own wee nest on the cliffs, his assistants' home and garden were sufficiently removed from the sea not to be threatened by storm surges or giant, battering waves. In a severe gale, however, he had observed that the windows of their house did indeed get splattered by the spitting of the sticky ocean spray, which was carried at considerable speed quite some distance away from the shore:

We are prepared: we build our houses squat, Sink walls in rock and roof them with good slate. This wizened earth has never troubled us With hay, so, as you see, there are no stacks Or stooks that can be lost. Nor are there trees Which might prove company when it blows full Blast: you know what i mean — leaves and branches Can raise a tragic chorus in a gale So that you listen to the thing you fear Forgetting that it pummels your house too. But there are no trees, no natural shelter. You might think that the sea is company, Exploding comfortably down on the cliffs, But no: when it begins, the flung spray hits The very windows, spits like a tame cat Turned savage. We just sit tight while wind dives And strafes invisibly. Space is a salvo, We are bombarded by the empty air. Strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear.

[Algy is quoting the poem Storm on the Island by the 20th/early 21st century Irish poet Seamus Heaney.]

[n0ahsferatu]

scooby-doo ass gang fr

[a-drama-addict]

not caring too much about a fandom’s favourite guy is the worst. you’ll think “oh i’ll look into the tag see if anything new and cool’s there” and it’s just that fucking guy again

[alsoika]

When your BG3 crew doesn't know a damn thing