#catherdal

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notre-dame basilica of montréal ⋇ 01 oct

[head-strxng]

[thatfaerieprincess]

Hi if any of u remember or can find the post or the name of that one sculpture that's the bronze torso laying on its back and it's hollow with cathedral window arches cut into the chest and arm please send my way please please thank you I will love u forever

[k-she-rambles]

The lines in red and black with everyone's names are either gone or my memory of it is gone, but "grantaire put that bottle down" is back in the form of a truly exhausted line from Enjolras

[gennsoup]

"Endurance of friendship does not depend Upon ourselves, but upon circumstance. But circumstance is not undetermined. Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended."

T. S. Eliot, Murder in the Cathedral

[sparklecryptid]

i feel like it's very important to let you all know that except for the murder student everyone is operating on ten levels of lies and manipulation. the fae king doesn't even let anyone know hes a king. the wet cat Healer is attempting to convince everyone that he died 50 years ago and the person they're talking to is just some guy with the same name, no one believes him but he keeps up the act, both of them flirt via attempted murder and lovingly said threats. at some point the fae king burns down everything that the wet cat Healer formerly cared about while the wet cat Healer is going through an anxiety attack and his best friend is bleeding out in front of him.

the most NORMAL person in this group is the teenage murderer and I think thats saying something

anyway that alignment chart just made me realize that my wip is just 'angry wet cat of a person gets charmed by the kicked puppy demeanour of an all powerful fae king while his student (also wet cat of a person) is framed for murder and then commits a murder'

[lightofraye]

Joyous Winter Solstice

Credit to CatHerding on Facebook, at least at time of this was posted years ago.

Credit unknown. This is not mine.

Credit to Wendy and Richard Pini of ElfQuest fame.

[stephensmithuk]

The Sign of Four: The End of the Islander

Mediæval is an archaic spelling of medieval, using the æ letter that is rare in English, but far more common in Danish, Norwegian and Icelandic, for example.

Ceylon was the name used for what is now Sri Lanka until 1972, when that country (which become independent in 1948) become a Republic. Today, the name only really remains in the country for Ceylon tea, apparently for marketing reasons.

There has been a police force dedicated to the Thames since 1798, being founded as the privately funded Marine Police to tackle the high volume of cargo theft from ships there. Two years later, the government set up the Thames River Police to replace the successful force. The Metropolitan Police took it over in 1839 and made it the Thames Division, it now being called the Marine Policing Unit. Historically, they also did search and rescue, today done by the RNLI.

They had just acquired their first steam launches by 1888, historically relying on rowing boats that had proved inadequate in an 1878 two-ship collision that had killed 600 to 700 people.

Gravesend is on the south bank of the Thames, twenty-one miles from Charing Cross. It was the first port of entry into London for a long time, but the opening of Tilbury Docks on the other side of the river took much of its traffic. The pilot station for the Port of London remains there, along with a RNLI lifeboat station.

There was also a ferry from Gravesend to Tilbury until March 2024, when it stopped due to lack of funding from the 'bankrupt' Thurrock Council, despite being popular.

Pocahontas is also buried in Gravesend.

The Downs is a ship anchorage off the port of Deal in Kent; ships would - and still do - anchor there to protect themselves from strong southerly or westerly winds (as the coast blocked them) or if waiting for suitable winds to head elsewhere. Indeed, the port town grew up to deal (pun intended) with their needs during their says.

There would be six bridges east of Westminster Bridge on the Thames at this time; Tower Bridge, opened in 1886, would be the easternmost crossing point that a pedestrian or carriage could use at this point. The Thames Tunnel was by now a railway tunnel. Those to the east of that were reliant on ferries until 1897, when the western part of the Blackwall Tunnel opened, in a few years becoming the bottleneck it still is to this day.

St Paul's Cathedral, at 111m high, was the tallest building in London from 1710 until 1939 when Battersea Power Station was completed at two metres taller. . Today, there are still restrictions on building new skyscrapers in London to ensure the catherdal can still be viewed.

The Tower of London had been a tourist attraction since at least the Elizabethean period; it was getting over 500,000 visitors a year by the end of the century, but still retained some non-tourist uses.

The Pool of London is the bit of the river from London Bridge to Limehouse - it was the site of the original port until the Docklands were built to deal with massive overcrowding. The maritime industry here effectively collapsed along with the rest of the docks in the 1960s, but this area hasn't seen as much regeneration as parts further east.

The West India Docks were three large docks and associated buildings built at the beginning of the 19th century (1800 to 1802) to deal with trade to/from the British West Indies, to wit the sugar produced by the slave labour in the plantations there; Robert Milligan, its architect, was a slave trader who was unhappy about the delays and theft of his goods at the wharves, so wanted a more secure facility. Closed in 1980, it was converted into the Canary Wharf development, with the famous Underground station built in the former middle dock.

Now I have mistaken a Newfoundland dog for a coat-wearing homeless person in the dark myself - they are very big dogs. However, this has to be taken in the context of the rest of the description of Tonga.

Barking Level is where the River Roding enters the Thames. It is a largely industrial area today.

Plumstead Marshes were an area of low-lying soggy ground that was used by the Royal Arsenal (see "The Bruce-Partington Plans") as a testing range; no human inhabitants (since Roman times, when the water levels were lower) and the soft ground could absorb explosions better. They were drained in the 1960s and most of the area become the new community of Thamesmead; one of those "futuristic estates" that instead became crime-ridden due to bad planning and lack of amenities, which have not yet been fully corrected.

A slightly graphic (including a nasty facial/eye injury) discussion of the problems of recovering bodies from the Thames can be found in this February 2024 news article on the search for a chemical attacker's body: https://news.sky.com/story/the-traumatising-search-for-dead-bodies-in-the-thames-and-why-dozens-are-found-every-year-13071612

[icecreamheadachez]

how rhe fuck are we ever supposed to get over "im her kind ofEVERYONE DIES IN THE CATHERDAL WHAT THE FUCKUNG FUVK

[ldagence-royal]

Princess Martha Louise Of Norway Attends The Wedding Of Crown Prince Frederik & Mary Donaldson At The Vor Frue Kirke Catherdal In Copenhagen, 14. Mai 2004 

[icedjuiceboxes]

Mindyyyyyy for the ask game!!!

A bit overdue but here we go 😤

How I feel about this character

Tattooed woman hot 😩 (no notes)

All the people I ship romantically with character

Mindy x Billie

I think it's funny to see them as toxic exes. I just came up with this but I think it'd be fun if Mindy was the one to rescue Billie as she was dying out after getting wounded at silton manor the night of the seance, thus kicking off their romantic ties, then led to the most destructive breakup ever.

Mindy X Emily

More of a friends with benefits situation. But also Emily sleeping with Mindy to make Billie jealous, and Oh oops she happened to be your ex?

I also see Mindy as a big flirt, so while her intentions is clear she only cares about getting into Emily's pants, Emily sees it as refreshing that there's no other ulterior motives, and there's nothing wrong with casual sex !! And Emily is not immune to hot older women flirting with her !! And how often does she get the opportunity to sleep around without wondering about scandals !! At worst Mindy would only gloat about sleeping with Emily, but it's not to the extent of actively trying to ruin her reputation. And once again Emily letting Mindy flirts with her to make Billie jealous. I wanna see possessive Billie okayajsjdkdk.

Mindy X Lizzy Strides.

Catherdal with no Gods introduced this to me this ship and I am not immune to any wlw ship. Wonderful premise and set up for the ship just go reas the fanfic it's so fucking good just go

My non romantic otp for this character

Mindy X Emily

They'd be good fucking friends outside the sex okay. And Emily probably got tattooed by Mindy.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don't really anything to say here but I do think her personality is hard to write because in game she is very. Very chill but the heart quotes suggests otherwise.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in Canon

I think it's such a shame we only see her properly when we arrive in Karnaca. I feel we should have gotten more of her in the dust district mission, and her side quest from before play a part into getting into silton's manor.

[lulu--inspo]

[demon-blood-youths]

So Ink told him that the Empire State Building is the place that Ink needs her peace and quiet. There. Nobody can tell what Ink is thinking. Shdwkyz, who went after her after the party, won't tell him what he and Ink were talking out of respect for her.

"Yeah. There are other spots that are considered quiet, like Flushing Meadows, Riverdale, Saint Patrick Catherdal, and a few other things.

Ren looks listening to him but he was speaking about their location. He didn't expect that but he heard about it from others. He looks to hear this but he was really curious. "Is that so? It must be pretty amazing for such a view."

[mikeellee]

There a rumour circling around the high society about how Duke Perril is mourning forever the loss of his dear wife. A romance of ages. The man used to bring flowers to his wife every day, she was the light of his life- no one can properly certify such claims but for sure it must be true- his wife, Penelope, perished during childbirth, giving her last breath to make sure her only daughter survives.

It's a tragic story. People comment about this PART of the story. See, the duke loved his wife madly so- no one can testify anything- and never was illuminated enough on how biology and medicine are far more complex.

"He blamed the little girl?" One of the noble woman inquired in a low tone. Her eyes are focusing on the ring leader. "Oh come on, why he would blame on a little girl? Even more as she looks like his late wife"

The ring leader has long red hair, she can only sighs. "Man, dispite titles and money, can still be ignorant. He thought it was her fault and to "fix" a mistake propose to dabble into magic" whispear as she holds the teacup gentle. The corner of her eyes twitched a little as the others ladies are gasping and mentioned how their own men aren't THAT ignorant.

"Maybe is not a fact of ignorance, Lady Amy's father lost his wife and I doubt he hold against his daughter" the ring leader replied amused by their reaction. "Maybe it was just malice. Plain and pure, if she had survived...he would feel threatened by a baby...what that makes him to be?"

"A pathetic coward"

"You said it" the ring leader then proceeds. "He dabbles with magic to bring her back...all the while tormenting his own daughter...but you know, death till us apart still is validate in some cases...oh let me tell you the rest of the story" grins like a cat and no one makes a sound.

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The Duke Perril groans as his magic research is fruitless. It must have a way to bring his wife back, and get rid of that , finally after some frustrated experiments. Some spells proved to be hogwash- if it made such parasite be silent for a couple of hours, not a total waste of time. " Who she thinks she is to call for HER NAME?"- and he would call a day when....

He noticed a black book. Inconspicuous enough, the Duke can't remember if he stole the book or brought it. Upon taking and opening the pages...words start to form...

TO RESSURECT THE PERSON YOU WANT YOU NEED TO GIVE SOMETHING BACK. SOMETHING THE DECEASED LOVED VERY MUCH

The Duke can't explain the thought process here, all he knows is if hw thorw that parasite on fire...his wife will return for him. "YES OF COURSE" his eyes are glittering and a smile dares to form in such way that defies his own face.

"I'LL KILL HER AND THEN...I WILL HAVE YOU BACK" The duke knows fire will be the best way to kill that creature.

He is looking for her. The name escape his lips. "Bet it was something stupid...a flower name"

I like flowers so much. A voice speak in his mind, a memory of course, his dear wife loved gardens and flowers hence why...the garden is now decaying.

"When you return to me...I'll make the best garden for you" promised the mad Duke. "We will be together, my love"

I wanted a daughter. Her voice echoes in his mind. A daughter for me to love and protect. "She took you from me"

You hurt my daughter. The voice replied. "No...no....It was because she took you from me, who am I without you?"

Hid legs are walkinf aimeless. He has a torch in his hand, ready to burn and end this all. "My love where are you?" Pleads. "I love you" pleads and pleads.

My daughter pleads too...did you know that? Her voice once was so sweet- she was a singer,her voice was a gift some woulf even say- but now is just...emotionless.

He opens a door and see a small catherdal. Not unheard of some nobles familes to have something like this in his house. "I miss you, my love...all I want is for us to be together...we can have another daughter...flowers, gardens and happy days wait for us" the door closes behind him.

There's a body there.

The duke runs...runs and runs.. but he never menages to reach towards the body. The body, cover with a white sheet, raises from the center.

"All I wanted is for my daughter to have a happy life!" Her voice is cold the sheet slowly falls as her face is long before the eternal youth in his mind.

His wife was a beauty, her smile was a radiant one.

The corpse in front of him is not smiling. But you can see all of her teeth even so...you can see her skin.

Once in time, she was a beauty...many men and women vixing for her attention.

Now... she is long gone from the beauty she once was...

Her arm grabs him...

The fire on the torch drops...the fire hits his head.

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"He burned? Oh my...that would explain the renovations on the mansion" one of the ladies replies surprised.

The ring leader chuckles. "It is just a rumour/story. The old duke wasn't well liked. The new heir is having to navigate through all that" and adds. "What happened to the daughter is unknown.. if it was a ghost, I like to think the ghost took her only daughter"

Some throw theories.

"Oh this theory must come from the fact the new heir looks a lot like the former ducheness" one piped in.

The Duke's fate is unknown but willingly accepted how the man must have loosed his mind and was institucionalized.

The new heir through....it's a mystery.

Even more as she is always with her only daughter in hands.