#with: pru

[maudlombard]

WHEN: 19 June 1923 WHERE: In the maze WITH: @prudenceryland

Of all the stupid things rich people did, voluntarily wandering around in mazes had to top the list. When Lady Melville had suggested - rather pointedly, Maud thought - that Lady Prudence accompany her on a walk around the gardens, Maud automatically thought roses, begonias, ferns. Not a maze.

When Maud worked at Montmere, she could not recall Lady Prudence going in for strolls. She had her stick, and occasionally her brother Mister Patrick would jokingly wheel her around in that cane chair, but Lady Prudence was a solitary, sedentary being - unlike Maud. Even wandering at this sedate pace made Maud's feet itch. Why did ladies always have to wander? Why couldn't they stride?

"Thank you for asking me on a walk, my lady," Maud remarked, trying not to sound too awkward or too Irish. Her accent had thickened in the weeks they'd been at Montmere, as if in defiance to the curated vowels of their hosts.

Maud glanced at Lady Prudence and resisted the urge to fidget. Mrs Starkweather had organised her wardrobe for the day: a pale dress, net gloves, a flouncy hat. Maud surreptitiously scratched her scalp - her hair had been finger-waved to perfection, though no one had told her how itchy the setting cream could be - and grasped for something to say.

"Do we get a prize if we reach the middle?"

[jaeger-tech]

Pacific Rim Dashboard Simulator

🙇‍♀️ alphamycherno Follow

i don't know about this "let's build a wall" thing like. where's the sexiness? the vibes? what's the point of war if we don't even have hot people in big fuckass robots anymore

🎴 coyote-t Follow

there are so many legitimate, important reasons to protest the wall of life, but whatever it takes i guess. sure. it's not fuckable enough

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🐉 exxxtraterrestrial Follow

happy kaiju blue monday!!

#happy kaiju blue monday

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🦅 ppdc-confessions

Anonymous asked:

I'm a janitor at the HK shatterdome and certain two german scientists should either fuck or finally kill each other at this point, I don't care. They're always in the lab no matter the time of day so I can't avoid them and so they try to get me (the janitor) to choose sides in their domestics!! I refuse to step in that lab again and involve myself in whatever the fuck they've got going on. They'll just have to clean that shit themselves

#this is the third confession about these scientists this week are you guys okay

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🍱 scissure

are we forgetting that PPDC is literally military like you people are not immune to propaganda

☠ buena-guy Follow

You are right. The kaiju are here to bring us to justice, there's no sense in fighting them. If you also feel like this, you can find out more on my blog ❤

🍱 scissure

SILENCE, CULTIST

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💃 shatterdo-me Follow

what if we kissed in the drift 🥺👉👈 and we were both girls 😳

#ok but for real what do you mean i have to go get into the MILITARY to become a JAEGER PILOT if i want to find my SOULMATE this is so fucked up #release the tech #for the gays

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[bunnidarling]

Gossip husbands Astarion and Averyll by the delightful @nadiezda

[lemonerix]

hetadoodles :P

[nat-es]

[mayasdeluca]

From helping bring Pru into this world to being her Auntie to becoming her Captain

[weirdhasanxiety]

HELLLOOO GANGSTA PRUSSIA

by god his design is amazing i love him

(And no i did not spend four hours tweaking the lighting)

[ahollowgrave]

-- all saints' wake.

[pinklotushere]

If you're feeling heroes

Infinite Realms: Danny Phantom x DC x Marvel AU

Ok Background set-up:

Tim Drake, convinced that Bruce Wayne is still alive, leaves Gotham to search for him, following the path of what he believes are key "historical events." His journey takes him to the desert, where he and his friends discover mysterious runes.

But instead of death befalling his team, the runes turn out to be a veil between dimensions, and they are accidentally sucked into the Infinite Realms—a multiversal space where ghosts, spirits, and lost souls wander.

>>> The Infinite Realms:

The Infinite Realms are vast, uncharted, and connected to every universe, spanning an infinite number of realities.

It's a place of eternal unrest for souls who can not settle, their energy scattered across the realms.

Ghost King Danny phantom oversees this expanse, helping souls who are unable to find peace. His primary task is to evaluate and guide the dead, but things get complicated when some souls have unstable or underdeveloped cores, making them restless or dangerous.

Meanwhile, Vlad Masters (Plasmius) has been secretly aiding Ra’s al Ghul in the mortal world, providing ectoplasm (which functions as Lazarus water in this universe) to Ra’s, in exchange for the loyalty of Ra’s dead assassins. Vlad’s ultimate goal? To usurp Danny and take the throne of the Infinite Realms for himself.

On the other side of the multiverse, thanos snaps his fingers and 50% of the people turns to dust , Peter Parker and half of humanity has been sucked into the soul stone, they dont die though,It just causes a ripple in the fabric of the multiverse, their souls arrive in the Infinite Realms.

but Peter’s left deeply resentful, confused, and struggling with an unstable core

Someone, either Frostbite or Clockwork, takes notice of Peter’s arrival and brings him to Danny for evaluation. As usual, Danny’s focus is on making sure the new arrivals don’t cause trouble, which is complicated by his deep dislike of paperwork (he’s great at physics and biochem, but don’t ask him about statistics).

Danny is swamped with the paperwork for new arrivals when Peter walks in. His appearance is unexpected—he looks like someone who should have settled, but instead, his core is unsteady and kn the verge of chattering.

Peter’s unhelpful attitude only complicates things further. Danny is immediately concerned.

Peter, a genius by nature, peeks at Danny's paperwork and recognises the problem with Danny's administrative mess and offers a solution. Danny, impressed and possibly a bit desperate, hires Peter on the spot to help with the duties of the Ghost Zone.

As things progress, Peter grows more comfortable in the Ghost Zone, though he’s reluctant to fully settle.

Danny starts offering him more and more outrageous jobs in an attempt to keep Peter nearby and help with his unstable core.

What starts as offering him a simple assistant job escalates into more absurd roles—secretary, concubine, king regent, you name it.

Danny will do anything to keep Peter around because he feels Peter’s the key to fixing the realms—and his heart.

Peter, while impressed by Danny's devotion, is wary of the increasingly bizarre proposals. His love language, however, is acts of service, and he appreciates the lengths Danny is willing to go to help him.

Meanwhile, Tim Drake is trying to blend in with the League of Assassins' ghosts in order to track down clues about Bruce.

He quickly learns that Vlad is controlling the assassins, and, much to his disbelief, Plasmius wants to dethrone Danny.

Tim has access to Danny’s historical records, and after sneaking into the archives (probably under Clockwork’s watchful eye), he realizes that Danny is by far the best leader the Infinite Realms have seen in millennia.

Tim starts to believe in Danny’s leadership—and in his own chance to make a difference.

Tim's plan is an easy two steps:

1. Break the assassins free from Vlad’s control.

2. Go to Danny and explain Vlad’s plans, hoping Danny will be indebted and help him return home to Gotham. But, Tim, ever the tactician, also knows that if he takes down Vlad, he could demand Bruce’s return as part of the bargain.

Tim’s plan goes awry when he’s blasted with ectoplasm during an altercation, which leaves him vulnerable to the strange aura of the realms. His life force begins to drain, and he’s rushed to Frostbite’s domain for care. Panic sets in because his plan isn’t completed, and the pressure causes him to blurt out that he’s come to propose a deal to Danny. But he fumbles the words, not realizing what he’s implying.

The misunderstanding spirals out of control. Tim believes he’s asking Danny for an alliance, but Danny’s court interprets this as Tim proposing marriage. In a frantic attempt to clarify things, Danny blurts out that he’s already in a courtship—with Peter.

Tim, confused but intrigued, takes one look at Peter (the “pretty boy” in question) and casually says, “I don’t mind sharing.”

In the Infinite Realms, relationships of this nature are binding—and the realms themselves interpret Tim’s words as consent to begin the courtship process. Now, Danny is trapped in a situation where, if he doesn't follow through with the courtship (and marriage), his core could shatter, causing the Realms to collapse.

Danny, now trying to keep his new “court” intact, is caught in an increasingly complicated political and personal web. He has to decide his feelings for both Peter and Tim while also trying to maintain control of the Infinite Realms. The Ghost Zone’s stability is at stake, and there’s the looming threat of Vlad’s power grab.

As the stakes get higher, Tim, Peter, and Danny form an unlikely alliance. Tim continues to investigate Vlad’s manipulation of the assassins, and Peter starts to use his genius to help stabilize Danny’s leadership—and potentially help them figure out a way to stop Vlad. And danny? Danny falls hard

[laurapetrie]

Her soul was a curious phenomenon. If anyone had asked her point-blank what this world is, and what she herself was, she would certainly have replied that the world is an enchanted garden full of magical castles, and that she herself was a goddess or nymph imprisoned in a body.

Bolesław Prus, The Doll (1890)

[baluciarz]

[usafphantom2]

Mk XIX photo reconnaissance Spitfire equipped with a Griffon engine and in Photographic Reconnaissance Unit blue.

@ron_eisele via X

[bunnidarling]

Take another peek inside Astarion's tent.

See the sweet and sticky uncensored version here

Another gorgeous piece of art commissioned from the amazing @kasumitanart

[topsybalfour]

"Ah! Well. I am composing a letter to the editor. There was an argument put forth a few days ago against the CPGB, poor things, and I've taken it upon myself to spirit a defense. A challenge, needless to say, on account of some disparities between my views and theirs, but even so."

Topsy flattered herself in thinking that she was perceptive. It was true: she did typically pick up on attitudes otherwise hidden by cannier conversational partners, especially if those attitudes shared her blood. There was something about the downward tilt to Prudence's mouth, the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, that stirred Topsy's dusty maternal instincts. But the trouble with being perceptive was that she never knew when to deploy an interrogation. And her niece looked far too weary to withstand questioning, even a light round.

Then a gleam entered Prudence's eye, and Topsy regarded her with newfound interest.

"Thus spake Zarathustra," Topsy remarked, a smile tugging the corner of her mouth. "I've certainly no objection, and goodness knows your father won't notice." She studied her niece even closer, her narrowed eyes skipping over Prudence's wan face.

"Politics," Topsy continued carefully, "can be a good distraction; it is also a jealous lover. Your temperament would suit such a cause... But darling, might I enquire as to why?" There was a joke to be made about Prudence being a secret little communist, but Topsy restrained herself.

"Oh yes, I'm fine," Prudence replied with a small smile. Physically, anyway. Her head was spinning constantly since the chauffeur's arrival and it did occasionally force her to grasp a wall or lean on her cane more than usual. But fine was subjective and she hated to make someone else worry as much as she did.

She pulled out a chair to have a seat. "I wanted to ask you what exactly you're...doing. What you're writing." She felt a bit childish, but she admired Topsy and her work she spoke about at dinner. Her eyes scanned the papers her aunt was piecing together.

"I think I'd like to help," she finally announced. She had thought about it for a long time, but her aunt was passionate, and the dinner discussions always lead to some good riveting debates, and that was certainly a case Prudence could get behind.

[foolilazuli]

I’ve said Germany would be scared of his brother dying, but you know what would hurt him even more?

Prussia getting dementia

[bitwa-lektur-szkolnych]

Stanisław Wyspiański – Wesele

Bolesław Prus – Lalka