wooden mill

  • <p> <b>You:</b> I like Captain Swan.<p/><b>Me, an intellectual:</b> I respect your decision even though I prefer another pairing.<p/><b>You:</b> I like Swan Queen.<p/><b>Me, an intellectual:</b> I respect your decision even though I prefer another pairing.<p/><b>You:</b> I like Rumbelle.<p/><b>Me, an intellectual:</b> I respect your decision even though I prefer another pairing.<p/><b>You:</b> I like Golden Queen.<p/><b>Me, an intellectual:</b> I respect your decision even though I prefer another pairing.<p/></p>You:</b> I like Wooden Swan.<p/><b>Me, an intellectual:</b> I respect your decision even though I prefer another pairing.<p/></p>
Burning Obsession (Part 1)

Yandere Zhin is now my life. A fic by Mod Zhin

Sha Lin was shivering. He wasn’t used to the cold, sure, but he was stuck behind the large wooden shacks of Timber Mill.  His arm was sliced open, blood dripped onto the floor, even with his bandages and him holding tightly onto the wound. He knew he couldn’t stay there long, the blood trail would lead him right to it.

How did it all come to this?

They were in the middle of a match, where he was fighting Tyra one on one. His team mates were up ahead, pushing the payload. He was behind for he was a long-range attacker, so he was behind them a significant distance. She was overpowering him, her weapon being quicker and accurate than his. She was ruthless, for she was the only one left on her team. Tyra was looking hard for him when Sha Lin had miraged and escaped behind a wall. He was thinking of using his knockback arrow to make her hit the wall, then use Planted while she was stunned. It was a perfect plan, but then…

He heard an all too familiar war cry from his team mate, Tyra’s shrill screams reverberating throughout the wooden halls. He knew who it was, and wanted to thank his lover, but…

…….

Sha Lin didn’t know what to do. He never expected him to do such a thing – attempting to kill his friends one by one. He thought he had changed for the better. He thought that coming to Paladins, he would be able to atone for his crimes, just like he said he would try to do. He thought that after all those hours of trying to reconcile, he would finally be with the man that he loved and cared for.

He never expected Zhin to go back to his old roots and kill out of selfish desire.

Sha Lin remembered clearly. He had gone down to the market down with Cassie to get some groceries for the team. He had met this lovely girl who owned the fruit store and she even gave him a playful kiss on the cheek. He knew he was attractive, and he did enjoy that attention he got most of the time.

If only he knew Zhin was there at the market too, and witnessed that event which sealed that poor innocent fate. 

More things happened after that. Ying was almost crushed to death by large logs that were tied up above them, came tumbling down when she and him were taking a stroll in Timber Mill, playing with her illusions. She only survived because she teleported out just in time. When he and Pip visited the alchemist’s home, he almost fell off the edge of BrightMarsh down into the ocean when the stairs unexpectedly gave way. It was strange considering the locals there said the stairs were recently renovated. 

Sha Lin was even more ashamed that he did not notice. He should have, considering the circumstances. These incidents only happened with him. However, when he started to feel insecure and scared, the person he turned to was Zhin.

Ever since that day where Zhin silently declared his love for Sha Lin with that kiss in the room, they were an item… almost. They didn’t tell anyone, for Zhin did not want anyone to know. He still wasn’t trusted by most of the Paladins at the time, but as time passed, more people came talking to Zhin because Sha Lin and the other kinder individuals like Cassie and Ying persuaded them to give him a chance. And they did, most of them saying that he was trying.

Sha Lin was happy, and he knew Zhin was too, at least in the beginning. But then he noticed Zhin was becoming silent again, distant, cold… Weren’t those signs obvious enough? Not that it mattered now.  With this match, Zhin made his intentions clear. 

He was going to have Sha Lin, and no one else would.

The Trouble With Faking It - 1

Summary: Killian Jones is one drunken mistake from never setting foot on a movie set again. Enter Emma Swan, the woman his manager has paid to pretend to date him and clean up his image. It seems straightforward enough…but there’s always trouble with faking it. CaptainSwan.

Rating:

Also on FF or Ao3

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Emma Swan is having a pretty good morning. She tracked down an especially wanted criminal last night, and her cut is enough that she doesn’t feel the slightest bit guilty spending more than five dollars on a fancy coffee that’s more chocolate than anything.

It’s a lie. She still feels guilty. But she tells herself she doesn’t have to, and that counts for something.

The sun is shining brightly. It isn’t too hot, the sky is clear, and the wind isn’t trying to kill people. It’s about as perfect as it gets in Los Angeles, and she’s happy to savor it. She doesn’t usually have time to sit at the wrought-iron tables outside the café, watch the traffic go by and actually enjoy her coffee, but today she does.

And. It. Is. Glorious.

She pulls a book out of her bag and settles in, getting lost in another time, another place, another world entirely. Her finger skims the rim of her coffee cup occasionally as she reads, and she’s so lost in her book she doesn’t notice at first when a woman slides into the seat across from her.

“Have you ever considered acting?”

The question startles her out of her thoughts, and she nearly spills her coffee everywhere. Sitting across from her is a rather severe looking woman in a suit. She’s staring intently at Emma, red lips pursed in expectation.

“No,” Emma answers once she manages to collect herself. This isn’t the first time someone has asked her this question. She has the blessing of being blonde, slim, and attractive in a city that prides itself on being beautiful - but she has no interest in that life. She goes back to her book without giving the woman another glance.

“Perfect.”

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John Bulmer

This photograph, of townsfolk savouring the past in a Dudley pub at a time when cinema and television had taken over popular culture, appeared with the article ‘England’s Hard Centre’ in Town magazine, March 1961

As the mills closed, many of Nelson’s young people moved away, leaving large numbers of middle-aged unemployed people. A woman, still wearing her traditional wooden mill clogs while cleaning a gate post, captures the pride that many older residents still had in the town, 1960

This photograph shows unemployed labourer and father of seven William Lowery surrounded by his family. Their weekly household income in that year was less than 30 shillings each (£1.50), 1961

Men return home after collecting coal washed up on the local coastline. After the closure of its steel works in 1961, Hartlepool had the nation’s highest number of unemployed people


Women, such as these in Leeds, attempt to add character and colour to the dreary exteriors of their houses by sandstoning the doorsteps and wax-polishing the window sills. ’“She keeps a lovely front” is the accolade for a houseproud woman’ – the Sunday Times magazine, March 1965

Keeping up appearances: northern factory girls, like these mill girls in Elland, are rarely self-conscious about wearing rollers; it helps to keep their hair firmly beneath their scarves and out of reach of the mill machines

For Bulmer’s last assignment in the north of England, Geo magazine wanted images that showed a new, vibrant Manchester. This series of photographs was not well received at the time, but is regarded today an important social documentary, 1977

This photograph was taken a year after Harold Wilson’s resignation. After serving two terms as prime minister at a time of economic crisis, he had come to be regarded as a champion of the working classes. But his handling of an official strike by the Seamen’s Union, together with his economic measures, changed the opinion of many, 1977

anonymous asked:

The Netherlands

- our neighbors
- high af
- alcohol
- weed
- amsterdam is great
- the language is very weird
- they’re gonna drown that poor fuckers
- “ … van …”
- tulips
- mills
- wooden shoes
- ah yes we love u