#sidealley

[fixupmyhome]

[therehereeverywhere]

[eriksownphotography]

A side alley in Glasgow, May 2020 #glasgow #scotland #scotlandphotography #southside #bnwphotography #bnw #blackandwhite #blackandwhitephotography #scotland_insta #lockdown #lockdown2020 #walking #alley #sidealley #tree (at Glasgow, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAmltkwhcGn/?igshid=1aelmm158arma

[smashingphotographybydines]

Girl + Travel. @lizzieadorelove #smashingphotography #nikon #travel #aarhus #denmark #scandivibes #danish #chickachicka #alley #restaurants #sidealley #citybridge #nighlife #hostel #walkover #sidealleys #signboard #restaurant #porky #beer #life #streetphotography #travelphotography https://www.instagram.com/p/B-uWcxMj7Kt/?igshid=1zxhyzbb2b0e

[cupcakesandhags]

i also would like opal to lead me to a sidealley, tie me up with silk rope, and knock me unconscious with her shimmer magic where precisely do i sign up?

[cutelittlevamp]

His sun

Hey there^^

So, this is just a try again. I hope you like it a little

This is a short Yandere!Shihai x Reader, both are adults

wish you a nice day :)

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You walked home alone tonight. Well, your colleague, who’s normally walk you home, didn’t show up at work today. Of course he didn’t. He frowned when he thought about how close he always got to you. Too close. And you? Being as innocent and naive as you are didn’t notice his obvious intentions.

But he did notice it. He just had to protect you from your colleague. That man was no good. You should look at him instead, like he looked at you.

A low chuckle escaped him as he watched you on your way home. You were so tense, as if you’d anticipate something. He couldn’t blame you. It was a cruel world you lived in. Way too close to someone like you.

When Shihai first saw you he’d been captivated by you. Maybe he never really talked to you in person, but he did leave you notes from time to time. He, who he’d always live in the darkness, the blackness of the world - even as the hero he was - had found you and you were …

a sun. Yes, a radiant sun in his darkness. You’d be his light.

The white-haired man watched from his hiding place in the blackness as you walked into the sidealley. It was the last small street before you’d get to your apartment. It was dark - blackness everywhere. It was the perfect spot for someone like Shihai.

This time of night nobody was around. Nobody would come to help and as he was the hero on patrol in this area right now …

Tonight was the night, he thought when he reached out of the blackness of the pavement to grasp your ankle. You let out a startled shriek and started to pull your leg. He let go in that exact moment and you fell to the ground.

Emerging from the blackness he smiled at you. You could only make out his hair and his white teeth in the dim light and it scared you half to death. “Who - who are you?” you stuttered, trying to get up again but falling over your own legs in your panic.

“Don’t be scared,” he said reaching out for you, but you backed away. He huffed when you stood up on shaking legs, turned and started to run away. Looking over your shoulder again and again to see if he’d follow after you, you couldn’t really see him merging with the blackness again and only noticed that he was gone when you bumped into something.

“I told you not to be scared, sun,” he whispered into you ear while holding on tight to your shaking form. You opened your mouth to say something, but no voice escaped you. He pulled you closer to him to hug you, even though you struggled in his grasp. He shushed you, tried to calm you down by whispering reassuring worlds into your ear, but you only struggled more practically begging him to let you go again.

“I really hoped that I didn’t have to to this, but you leave me little choice here,” he sighed, brining one of his hands to your face. You noticed the sweet smell before you noticed that he held a cloth, but by then it was already too late. Shihai smiled at you as you went limp in his arms.

“Time to get you home now, my sun.”

[losingmyjustice]

@nurotoxin​ sent;

🏃 / 🕕 / 🔎 / 💢 / 🎤 

Headcanons~!

🏃 - Are they athletic? 

Yes. No. Sort of. He was never part of some sports team, if that's what you're asking. (Haha. Dreycott. Sports Team. Funny.) — To say he's entirely inexperienced in self-defense wouldn't be right, but it's the bare minimum, just enough so he got at least something to work with should he have fucked-up big time. Though that is nothing of use if you compare it with Spirale's Folk instead of the ones in London. Like, did you see some muses.

However!! As someone that vastly prefers flight over fight (BEFORE he got this whole set of anger issues here in Spirale, that is.), he's pretty much capable there for such! Clive can run pretty fast, has a good stamina too, and a good skillset for parkour as well. Parkour-wise he's not, uh, not that impressive, but it's enough to create a good distance between whoever is after him, assuming they do not have the same (or even excel his) capabilities. Make a path somewhere where there isn't one, especially in sidealleys, pretty much. It was something that he got through experience, 14 and onward up to his life as a Journalist, where it was still a vital trait to have.

But, yeah, as someone who gets out of trouble either by running the fuck away, or negotiating (/bluffing, you know his cocky false confidence well) with them — he's no good in fights, physically speaking. Granted, emotions do help you get out strength you didn't even know you have, but in a place like Spirale it'll only help you this much. What I'm trying to say is, he's a danger more to his own health than to anyone he interacts with, really. Good Runner, horrible Fighter.

🕕 - The longest they’ve ever been awake

His limit is three days! On the fourth he'll black out somewhere, prolly at the worst time ever. He's fully aware of his limit and won't even try to push it further than that.

However, it might be worth noting that, yes, Clive still avoids sleep as much as possible — so he's almost always around 2-3 days awake before heading to sleep, and catching shut-eye less than the minimum, no longer than 5 hours. Is it healthy? Ha. Haha. Hhhhhhhh

I can at least say that this is better than it used to be — he actually. Y'know. Heads to sleep. Back in London he just fell asleep out of nowhere while typically overworking and that's it. Tables are pretty comfy after all-! /s

🔎 - Random detail about them

I do try to mention it subtly (or less-so subtly) during threads and the like, but Clive is left-handed! He does train to be ambidextrous later on in life, but not in this canonpoint. Kudos to you if you can guess why~!

💢 - Something other’s do that gets on their nerves

maffa what the fuck you know that isola-clive at this point can be agitated by air alone right What do you expect me to say—

Alright, uh, here's something for teen-clive 'round the time of the Proxy Event — know what could go under his skin by an instant, despite how much of a cool head he can keep? Calling him an Orphan. Barely anyone knows in the first place, yet should it still happen — it's a sensitive topic to touch on, really. He's gotten better at handling it when he got older, but especially back as a 14 year old, shortly after his loss, Clive reacted badly to the label, his response still haunting him couple years later. Orphan. Basically, it's a good thing GLaDOS here doesn't ... do that.

🎤 - Can they sing?

He's a theater kid what dO YOU THINK,

Yes, he can! Pretty well at that, actually. Pre-Incident he sung in a humble Choir by your local church, and he did get paid lessons during the Summer Holidays back in the days where Constance was still alive, thanks to that learning how to control his voice and the like. While she didn't want to force any hobbies on him, she still wanted him to have a good set of abilities of what she'd deem important, manners not being the only thing on the list! He didnt sing much before people, though — few exceptions, like a karaoke bar trip or a dare. Singing was more of a thing he'd do when he's by himself.

In Isola, singing is something rather nostalgic, the select few songs he still has fully memorized bound with precious memories. It's possible he'd sing to himself while wandering or during his stay in spots like the Saviors Respite, but only when he's wholly certain he's alone, and at least three kilometers away from GLaDOS.

what im trying to say here; no, they won't have a duet. If she'd ask, no matter if in context of a test or not, she'd either get nothing or an intentionally obnoxious singing of the chorus from a song like fuck you or smth

[rachellucie]

There used to be 3 outside privies and a couple of coal bunkers here! #victorianhome #sidealley #allthemodcons #myhouse

[a-m-dah-blog]

#sidealley #backstreet #backalleys #eveninglight #lightshadow #chancerylane #a_m_dah_london📷

[thorcat]

ℒ Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately. ▽ Running your hand between their thighs, and splitting their legs apart. [[ LET'S COMBINE TWO BIRDS HERE! For Ufah and a certain Halfbreed Elezen/Miqo'te known as Lusaut >3 I'm in a spicy mood before I potentially crash into the Odin sleep ;~; ]]

- Nsfw Warning -

Well some been very impatient.

The halfbreed was meeting up with the ascian to tease him..almost challenge him and now he was paying his price, with the beast snarling at the cocky man and digging those claws deeply into the fragile skin, to not only cause him to bleed but also force him to move along and into a dark sidealley. He pinned the poor guy, slowly licked the blood from the bleeding wounds and finally moved up then, to force one hell of a deep kiss upon the others lips. The taste of metal was shared and mouth sucked on the others tongue, to force him dancing with his own in the ascians greedy mouth.

Meanwhile did a clawed hand run up on those soft thighs, to hook into the cloth and shred some parts away, to give the beast some sort of access, but denying to fully undress him. Forcing him to sweat and and endure the uprolling heat in those tight clothes.

And with only the most important part exposed, to grant the halfbreed some sort of freedom below there, the ascian suddenly grabbed the guy and forced him on his knees. “Lick.” was the only words the beast spoke to him and a swift lifting on the ascian robe made clear -what- he was supposed to lick.

The beast wanted to play a little around, before he would feast on the cocky little guy.

Playing his favorite game~

@toxiccreed

[herawell]

#LOVELY PERSON! #WRITES AMAZING FIC AND HAS AN EXCELLENT BLOG ( @mihrsuri )

she always puts really nice things on her blogI like her Tudor related posts but i find the other material quite fascinatingeven if i don't know much about it :P She seems like a lovely person too! ( @mademoiselle-katie )

Ally, you’re one of the first people I found the courage to talk to in Tumblr. Your writing is etheral, and I literally read your fics as soon as you publish them, that’s how deep in love I am with your characters! You’re a delightful person to talk to, and I wish I know you better.  ( @incurablescribbler )

Thank you all of you!

@sidealley

[a-m-dah-blog]

#stmarysomerset #saintmarysomer #sirchristopherwren #cityoflondonhistory #londonevening #sunsetinlondon #londonchurches #historicalbuilding #londoncityarchitecture #sidealley #a_m_dah_london📷

[herawell]

On Sep 4, 2011, seven years ago today, I created my FFN account. I was twelve, my first username was FuneralCricket, and my fandoms at the time were Percy Jackson & HP. I’m nineteen now, and since then I’ve rebranded to AllegoriesInMediasRes, written 100K+ words, dabbled in at least a dozen fandoms, gotten an AO3 account & a Tumblr, and posted 70+ stories as well.

@sidealley

[herawell]

@sidealley

for the first like 14 years of my life i thought that the story of saint valentine and valentines day were a celebration of a massive gay polyamorous marriage and let me tell you, i was sorely disappointed when i learned i had massively misunderstood that story

[joeysongz]

The $2 Trillion Woman Who’s Turning Around Pimco

The $2 Trillion Woman Who’s Turning Around Pimco

by Oliver Suess and Sarah Jones

Walk down a sidealley in Munich, beneath apartments with net curtains in the windows, past figures of female superheroes on a cafe storefront, and you come to the unprepossessing headquarters of a $2 trillion asset manager. On the fifth floor, an elegantly dressed woman leans forward to field questions. She’s focused. In her hands is a coffee mug emblazoned with…

[from-alaska-to-the-world]

banyuwangi – welcome to java

finally java.

banyuwangi is the harbour town that is the destination for people travelling from java to bali by ferry and vice versa.

 my high-gloss magazine expectations: steep coffee plantations covered in mist, lots of exotic temples, colourful and diverse culinary delicacies, lots of cosmopolitan people, volcanoes.

 i get off in banyuvangi and when i take a walk in the late afternoon to early evening i see and hear: empty streets apart from the regular crowd of noisy scooters, a few mosques including one gigantic one that looks like a ministry, reserved faces of people wearing headscarves or hats. closed shops, dark parks, sad sidewalks, a shockingly small number of warung/eateries. i am quite depressed with what i have seen and walk back in the dark. there are basically no other pedestrians, only scooters.

 the next day’s impression partly gives way to the uneasiness and bleak impression of the day before. i see and hear colourful mosques, beautiful and/or interesting houses in the sidealleys, i see more pedestrians that also say “hello” and “miss” again or simply stare a bit. the streets are full of people and the city is alive. still , i don’t feel happy about this place, perhaps because there is no place to really hang out apart from on a plastic chair in front of a building or shop selling something.

 suddenly there is an abandoned airplane in front of a closed down shopping mall right next to the main street.

[16 – 17 april 2018]