#streets &c &c.

[bretongirlwrites]

We learnt afterwards, that the Cornerclub had never had such a stir as our precipitated arrival. For all the patrons dreamt of revolt, – for all their conversations were more radical than those of a City coffee-house, – they were all talk, and no action; and our harried haggard faces were almost an affront. Vague questions, – ‘We are being pursued by the Thalmor,’ we said, – ‘What are you putting us in danger for?’ they cried.

At which we cast ourselves around a table; Malborn put his head in his hands; and steadily the chatter, – lines which elsewhere might begin a war, fading into nothing, – rose from the silence, when at last those about us realised that the Thalmor were not close at our heels; and that their drinks would not be overturned by some black-robed figure with no respect for door-hinges. 

A relief to us, too. Marcurio called over for drinks, got a menu of names he did not recognise, and settled for demanding something strong. 

‘Ulfric Stormcloak,’ said I, – shielding the name from the other patrons, – ‘does a lot of things; but he will not let the Thalmor into Windhelm. The place is impenetrable.’ 

    Impenetrable indeed! that rather than be comforted, in stopping at last, we felt only as if we had changed prisons. Eyes which glanced at us only when we were not looking back; empty words sinking into three feet of dense grey stone: the fight was still ours, Windhelm would not help. 

‘I cannot stay here for ever,’ said Malborn: ‘I must get over into Morrowind, or somewhere, anywhere else.’

Had hoped that he might provoke some offer of help. The Grey Quarter eavesdrops to be sure: but dares not do anything, walks already on thinner ice than paves the streets. – Quiet chatter, still; then our drinks. 

‘Bloody well hope this is strong enough,’ said Marcurio yawning; took a sip; and spluttered so comically that in my sheer exhaustion, I almost laughed. The Dunmer take their drinks so seriously, that they forget to put any enjoyment into them; but it was enough; we’d call it sleeping-draught in Bruma, and sleep was almost all that I wanted. 

‘Solstheim,’ said I at last: ‘there’s a boat to Solstheim. Iddra mentioned it. They’d not think of finding you there. Although, –’

Malborn did not raise his head. 

‘Although it is… cold, I believe, very cold; and since Red Mountain, – dead and ashen.’

He considered it; still with the weight of the place, of this stagnant air, upon him. The talk about us yet shifted in whispers from corner to dark unmoving corner; shadows black as Thalmor robes; he could not stop running, not yet. 

‘Anywhere but here,’ said he: and sank into his drink.

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 ‘a visit to their least favourite city’ from this prompt list

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[undr]

C. T. Thompson. Cannon Wharf, Westminster, London. 1900

[leocadra]

Kinsale, Munster, Ireland.

[psykopaths]

[ruvviks]

CYBERPUNK 2077 ➤ [2/?]

[hershuargames]

Things I learned during the 3rd week

[gameraboy2]

Anthony Daniels (C-3P0), Oscar the Grouch and R2-D2, behind the scenes on Sesame Street

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Cynthia Cruz Diagnosis // David Foster Wallace // Olivia Rodrigo lacy // pinterest // Jamie Varon Does The Universe Fight For Souls To Be Together? // Ethel Cain Inbred // Chen Chen Popular Street // Meggie C. Royer Tragedies // Olivia Rodrigo making the bed // @ely-n // Mary Oliver "The Return," What Do We Know: Poems and Prose Poems // Meg Day "There's Snow in the West," Last Psalm at Sea Level

[nobeerreviews]

Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.

-- C.S. Lewis

(Cluj, Romania)

[matsudadojo]

Happy Birthday Crimson Viper 07/18 !!!

Commission Artwork by RavernClouk Design

[penumbrapolaroid]

tell me i’m great again

i’ll love you more

january 10th, 2024

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

oh btw Gravity Falls also did sibling rivalry and the whole golden child and scapegoat dynamic a lot better.

Stan was the scapegoat, the troublemaker, the good-for-nothing. just like Catra, he was the one who didn't try enough at school and who constantly caused mayhem.

and Ford was the golden child, the gifted kid, the smart twin. just like Adora, he followed rules and had ambitions set by his parents, but he also had a desire to deviate from the norm and try something new.

but the difference here is that their flaws were balanced out.

Stan was jealous of Ford and saw himself as dumb and unworthy, but he still deeply cared about Ford. unlike Catra, Stan didn't take their falling out as an opportunity to torment Ford as much as possible.

when Ford called Stan after several years of them being apart, Stan still went to see him. and after Ford got sucked into the rift, Stan worked tirelessly to bring him back.

Catra on the hand? she was the one who willingly opened a rift so that Adora would die. when Adora needed her help, Catra abandoned her and then cried about Adora not choosing her over the safety of the entire world.

Stan may have been mad at Ford and he may have been jealous, but he never let that dictate his actions. he was a con artist and a criminal, he was a bit grumpy, but he wasn't a toxic person. at the end of the day, he cared more about his family than anything else.

and the whole "they both made mistakes" worked in this situation because Ford wasn't perfect either and he had actual flaws that played a role in his falling out with Stan.

[skf-fineart]

Mousey’s Bar on Avenue C and 13th Street, NYC (1976)

[radracer]

TOP 10: Chevy/GMC 1500 Pickup OBS