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agardenandlibrary · 3 months
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Peter: I am a Very Professional Officer and Follow the Rules
The Rules: Get Out of here without Warning the Civilians. That is Someone Else's Job
Peter: there is no way on earth I am leaving this building that is rigged to explode before I clear it of civilians
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evenaturtleduck · 5 months
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Nightingale: SHUT UP ABOUT HARRY POTTER ALREADY
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fieriframes · 10 days
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[Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes. Some call it slums, some call it nice. I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home. Welcome to paradise.]
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a-ramblinrose · 3 months
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JOMP BPC || February 9 || Plot Twist:  Broken Homes by Ben Aaronovitch
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owlbear33 · 29 days
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Broken Homes by Ben Aaronovich is an amazing book, and I've just finished it (for the nth time)
it has a good plot, introduces some great characters, builds on others, and that ending, that ending is amazing
the first half is kinda quiet, slow, meandering, one little seemingly (at least initially to Peter) case after another (other than like the first encounter with Varvara - that's not quite or slow), and then you get to sky-garden and all that happens there
next, I'm on to Foxglove Summer, a fun one, a bit of a break from the main plot, set in a very similar area to where I live (I'm on the other side of the Welsh border)
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abinqua · 1 year
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JENNETTE MCCURDY – I'M GLAD MY MOM DIED
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iibislintu · 2 years
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Nightingale gave me the same long-suffering look he gives me when I accidentally blow up fire extinguishers, fall asleep while he's talking, or fail to conjugate my Latin verbs.
-Ben Aaronovitch, Broken Homes
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margysmusings · 8 months
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“A lifetime of disappointment had made him cynical, but you don’t stay an activist without a core of stubborn belief that things can get better – it’s a bit like being a Spurs supporter really.” ― Ben Aaronovitch, Broken Homes
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random-xpressions · 1 year
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We live in an age where people just rush towards breaking a relationship than joining it especially speaking of marriages these days, they're as brittle as a thin piece of glass, one fall & shattered. Do individuals step into marriages with a lot of false preconceived notions, that are totally unrealistic to say the least expecting this bond to be a bed of roses? Its two individuals coming together, unification of two souls - that's never going to be simple. Two diverse worlds becoming one will have considerable challenges of its own and will take time, patience, tolerance, understanding and empathy at an all together different level. But who would even entertain such old school thoughts to stick by one another because that's what love in olden days stood for - we perfect each other and grow together despite all odds. Contrary to that, here we have homes breaking, families splitting for no strong reason. I wish these people knew that marriage is never a whimsical ride but something so sacred that needs to be approached with its due reverence...
Random Xpressions
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datsderbunnyblog · 2 years
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This scene 🥺
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agardenandlibrary · 3 months
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Nightingale: well, I had four brothers and two sisters, and I was the annoyingly curious one, so my parents sent me off to magic school
Peter & Lesley, staring:
Nightingale: what?
Peter & Lesley: we've just never heard you talk about your family before?
Nightingale: I'm sure I must have.
Peter & Lesley: literally never
Nightingale: Oh.
Nightingale: SO ABOUT THOSE MURDERS--
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evenaturtleduck · 4 months
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"That which does not kill us has to get up extra early in the morning if it wants to get us next time."
-Peter Grant
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the-forgotten-mind · 1 year
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I'm alone, in a room full of people, on a street full of broken homes
Alone in a Room Full of People by Blackbear
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a-ramblinrose · 9 months
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JOMP Book Photo Challenge || August 8 || Wouldn’t Want To Fight Against: Thomas Nightingale from Rivers of London by Ben Aaronovitch
“Then suddenly there was a brutal crack like a giant stamping on a plate and daylight spewed through a sudden hole in the front wall of the barn – just above the double doors. Dust exploded into the air to hang in a roiling cloud – gleaming in the sunlight. Then the front of the barn literally unzipped – bricks fountaining up and away in two diverging streams and the doors abruptly ripped off their hinges and went spinning off through the air like something from a catastrophic decompression.
Suddenly I could see the farmyard outside, brightly lit by afternoon sunlight, bricks falling out of the clear blue sky like rain, dust puffing up as they landed, thudding, on the track.
And, having made sure everyone was paying attention to the front, Nightingale walked in through the back door.”
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threeweekz · 2 years
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those men will break your bones, don’t know how to build stable homes…
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iibislintu · 2 years
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can i talk to you about architecture for a sec?
i've started following a ton of Brutalism and Socialist Modernism accounts on Instagram these past few weeks and wondering what it is that draws me to them
this morning it dawned on me: maybe brutalism is a visual image of my life?
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it was a style that, like Bach's music, reached for architectural perfection, the absolute harmony of form and matter
("it looked like the future." -ben aaronovitch, broken homes)
but concrete doesn't last, and when you look at brutalist buildings today, many of them look really beat up. dilapidated.
perfection meets mortality.
("there is a crack in everything. that's how the light gets in. -leonard cohen, anthem)
and so my autistic, pattern-seeking brain is drawn to the faultless lines of brutalist buildings
while my broken mind and deteriorating body find comfort in the crumbling reality of the future of the past
and so somehow, a sliver of my soul is made visible in these mortal visions of heaven.
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