#milltown

[20th-century-railroading]

NP train, engine number 1533, engine type 2-8-2 and engine number 1816, engine type 2-8-2 Eastbound, freight train; 35 MPH. Photographed:  near Milltown, Mont., September 27, 1931.

[sixcitiesofficial]

Milltown! Home of swamps, gators, factories, and people partying like its 1920. Contrary to previously stated information, it is filled with MOSQUITOS. Although misquotes are just as annoying.

Depending on who you ask, the founders of Milltown were either heretics driven out of Palandra, or the only ones who had it right about the form of their god, the Lady Architect.

The city is located, and this cannot be stressed enough, NEXT TO the swamp, not, as hateful outside propaganda insists, IN the swamp. The distinction is by and large an academic one, because the swamp problems remain.

Milltown is a center of industry and innovation, home to clever-minded engineers and fabricators who shape metal from the city's mines into strange and wonderous new gadgets, most of which even work as intended!

Once the suns have set, the city transforms, with every window lit by a party within and the clang of machines replaced by music and the sounds of dancing.

Stay tuned for next week's board, as we venture into White Mountain!

[milltownhistoricalsociety]

This Day in History: September 25th, 1920

🚨 Missing Child Alert: 12-year-old Isadore Kubar from Milltown has been missing for several weeks. A possible sighting in Jersey City led nowhere.

No Trace Found of Milltown Boy Missing from Home Several Weeks. No trace has yet been found of Isadore Kubar, twelve-year-old son of Mr. and Mrs. Paul Kubar of Kuhlthau Avenue, Milltown, who was reported to the Milltown police on Wednesday as having been missing for several weeks. The authorities followed a clue yesterday to the effect that the missing lad had been seen in Jersey City, but were…

[wilburpan]

Mary and I had fun marching in the Milltown 4th of July parade today!

[conandaily2022]

Milltown, Indiana's Clinton Herman arrested; Nancy Herman found dead

Nancy Herman of Milltown, Whiskey Run Township, Crawford County, Indiana, United States has died. She was 43. In Milltown, Herman worked as a professional notary public and loan signing agent. She was fluent in Spanish and English. Herman and her husband Clinton James Herman, 44, have one daughter together. He attended Clare Pioneer High School  in Clare, Michigan, USA and Baker Community…

[jshatan]

Varied Viewpoints #050: Rough Housing. #postundustrial #lowellma #lowell #milltown #massachusetts #ma #newengland #newenglandphotography #ig_newengland #iphone13 #shotoniphone #iphonephotography #photoaday #photoadayfeb #photoadafebruary https://www.instagram.com/p/Co3M-iQsjNv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[timmurleyart]

Happy Groundhog Day to all the groundhogs. ❄️🤎🤍💙🎨

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American Auto Trail-Pete Thurman Highway (Lafayette to Wadley AL)

American Auto Trail-Pete Thurman Highway (Lafayette to Wadley AL) https://youtu.be/fD4l29X29iU This American auto trail starts in Lafayette, Alabama, the county seat of Chambers County, following the Pete Thurman Highway to Wadley.

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[1fishindices]

I am re-listening to Lullaby to a Dying World (Part 1) and all I can think about is how Angelo is too good for Ale. Angelo is trusting and optimistic, while Ale is sarcastic and more pessimistic, which makes their characters more interesting to listen to.

This is exemplified in this episode when Ale sarcastically wishes him luck and Angelo takes it seriously.

Another example is in The Ocean Oracle (Part 1) when they were worried about the other members of the Galahad revenge squad, Angelo starts to talk about silver sand instead.

Anyway in conclusion Angleo is the best and I still miss both of them now Second Citadel is over. Thank you for reading my completely useless rant and I have now wasted a good minute of your time :)

Honourable mention from Lullaby to a Dying World:

[waters-and-the-wilde]

the thing. about Anjimile's soothing mellifluous voice. is that he somehow manages to convince me that Ale is a level-headed young man with a reasonable amount of chill, even though i am FULLY AWARE that Ale is an absolute madlad who wants to throw down SO BAD and wants to throw down even harder with literally anyone just standing there when he cannot throw down with That Guy Specifically

[shoegayzebutch]

fuck this the alengelo tag on ao3 is direly lacking in modern AUs. barista one-shot coming right up

[sixcitiesofficial]

Aedifex / Our Lady Architect

In the beginning, the world was young and the gods had no forms, and a stone dreamed of possibility. The stone was low and humble, but it saw what it could become if shaped by strong hands and cunning minds; tall and strong, eternal and magnificent. 

And as the stone dreamed, its dreams wondered what else they could become, shaped not just from stone, but in all that the natural world had to offer. Where lightning struck sand, the dreams saw glass, and they imagined how else it could be formed. Where plants grew tall and strong, they saw flax and wondered if it could not be spun into new things. They saw the potential of the world and how it could be shaped, and the dreams begat the first humans.

With their clever hands, the humans carved the stone, and they released that which the stone had dreamed into the world. Each day the dreams marvelled at the new things that their children had wrought. But one day, the dreams woke, and heard their children crying out for their parent, and the dream imagined itself a body. 

At first, the dreams had thought their likeness would be as that of its children. But as they sought the ideal shape, they saw what their children dreamed that they could build. The dreams saw mighty spires, windows like lace cut from stone, buildings that defied the weight of stone to pierce the clouds, and they loved their children’s ambitions. They saw the minute workings of a thousand moving parts, of ores transformed into metals, of metals transformed into alloys, of alloys transformed into wonders. 

The dreams whispered the secrets of the world to their children, and as the dreams’ children built, the dreams took what the builders imagined and discarded as impossible, and the dreams built themselves a body, an ever-shifting monument to all that could not be, but someday might. Then they shaped for themselves a second body, one shaped like their children, so that they could visit their dreams, to better understand and guide them in their pursuits. 

While well-intentioned, the dreams came to quickly understand that this was, perhaps, a mistake. 

As children are wont to, the humans argued, and division grew between them. A new name was bestowed upon the dreams, and then another. The dreams had never had a name. Nor had they needed one. But now, they had two. To some of their children, the dreams were Aedifex, the great builder, the eternal cathedral, the source from which magic and inspiration sprang. To others, they were Our Lady Architect, the great planner, the eternal mother who birthed innovation and nurtured advancement. 

Their children had figured out architecture and engineering, Aedifex the Architect told themselves as they dreamed of a new concept, that of a divine headache. Eventually, they would wrap their heads around religion.

[milltownhistoricalsociety]

This Day in History: September 24th, 1907

#OTD 1907 A storm in Milltown caused wire damage, a trolley collision, and more! Broken noses, heavy machinery on the streets, and school disruptions. Busy week in town! 🌩🚋 #Milltown #broken #NJ #Baseball #wire #engine

MILLTOWN MILLTOWN, Sept. 24—The storm made trouble with the electric wires in Milltown last evening, when one fell and was burned in two in front of Mr. Snedifler’s. The live wire lay sizzling on the sidewalk until he pulled it off and the power was shut off. Carl Herrmann played ball with several little boys the other day and while trying to catch a fly, bumped into a boy and broke his own…

[meowzerz-art]

Angelo means so very much to me :(

bro fought against the end of the universe AND survived an 8+ year situationship

he’s better than me tbh

[vox-anglosphere]

Front elevation of Russbourough House, as drawn by Conor K Lynch.