#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

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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

[chickenlittlefan]

One might say im a thinker, I always be thinking 🧐📃 drew this while watching visual novel videos. They are so real to me and so different.

[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.

[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

[foolilazuli]

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

Prussia getting dementia

[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.

[bitwa-lektur-szkolnych]

Juliusz Słowacki – Kordian

Bolesław Prus – Lalka