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pamietniko · 10 months
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Bonaventure Cemetery
Savannah, Georgia
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heartshapedcaskett · 1 year
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Sun bleached and sunken in the Georgia soil.
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muirneach · 18 days
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people are so mean to the beautiful and humble hiking trails of ontario. you dont like niagara escarpment?? unique limestone erosion?? big rocks and caves and rivers and ancient cedars?
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sm-baby · 8 months
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Do you...
Like the savanah biome?
Cause 2 of your ladies are from there and a lot of people just shit on the poor biome saying its ugly.
Its my favorite biome, its just so beautiful, i don't get the hate, like, why?!
Wehehe! Why yes!
To be entirely honest, at first I did not. I did not like the grayer colors and the orange, plus the wood is much harder to build with and make pretty..
But then Clancy happened! Although Clancy is the default plains villager, she is taking care of a Savannah village! Roland himself is ethnically native to the savannah village! 😊
Playing as Clancy forced me to be in the savannah, and as a builder, I found ways to build with its wood in order to give villagers homes! Ive grown much more comfortable with the village, and see it as sort of homely!
Hehe... Im still very happy with the Orphanage.
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chiropteracupola · 6 months
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I am desperately hype for werewolf!Sharpe two of my favorite things in the whole wide world
yay and hooray! I too am greatly enjoying this one — here we ask the important question of 'what if Richard Sharpe was a werewolf, and more importantly, what if his daughter was too?'
this fic started out as a joke about Sean Bean's more recent role in the (amazing) film Wolfwalkers, where he plays a single father having a great deal of trouble over his own role as a soldier as well as in raising a daughter who is a werewolf, and in pondering that, I started to goof around about the potential of something similar to the plot of Wolfwalkers as a potential sequel to 'Sharpe's Enemy' and the subsequent films. and then things got out of hand.
“I’ll not raise an Englishman’s bastard pup,” said the old man, his voice made cold with disdain, and shoved Sharpe’s daughter ungently into her father’s arms. Sharpe nearly fumbled the child, all unexpected tangle of paws and tail and mewling mouth that she was. But Harper had a hand under his, and bundled her back into her father’s arms, tucking in the blanket that she’d been wrapped in. “Teresa — Teresa showed me our Antonia. She didn’t—“ “Didn’t look more like a wolf-cub than a little girl half the time? That’s your blood in her, that I know.” Sharpe’s breath caught in his throat — it had been his own damned enemy that had taken Teresa from him, and it was in that same moment that he’d evidently doomed his daughter to the same fate as his own. “Go on, get back to your war. You’ll not touch my family again.” “I can’t raise a baby on the march—“ said Sharpe, his voice a high keen of desperation. “Raise a wolf, then,” said the last man Teresa Moreno had trusted with her daughter, and shut the door in Sharpe’s face.
so it's a tale of having some kind of identity crisis about being a father and a widower and a werewolf all at once, and making that work out because he's really got no choice but to work through it (and also a tale of the Chosen Men being a strange little pack of sort-of-uncles and raising Antonia together!)
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stricktlyco · 4 months
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Bonaventure Cemetery, 1860
Oil on canvas
Henry Cleenewerk (Belgian, 1818-1901)
Telfair Academy. Savannah, GA.
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mlucerophotography · 7 months
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Bonaventure Cemetery
Thunderbolt (near Savannah), Georgia. August 2023. Photos by M. Lucero.
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southern live oaks in savannah, ga
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immaculatelyamiss · 2 years
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Reynolds Square- Savannah’s North Historic District
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dgspeaks · 10 days
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Savannah’s Southern Charm: Exploring the Hidden Gems of Georgia’s Historic City
Savannah, Georgia, with its antebellum architecture, cobblestone streets, and moss-draped oaks, is a city that exudes Southern charm and hospitality. Beyond its postcard-perfect beauty lies a treasure trove of hidden gems waiting to be discovered. Join us on a journey through Savannah’s rich history, vibrant culture, and culinary delights as we uncover the essence of this beloved Southern…
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wolfnowl · 2 months
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Garry Oak Savannah
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pamietniko · 9 months
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church spire
Savannah, Georgia
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mayzie-grobe · 6 months
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went out to meet some neighbors, hopefully maddox can have a playdate with his new friends (i say friends lightly..😅)
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muirneach · 6 months
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sitting around on a sunday afternoon contemplating what my top all time tree species are
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Beach Style Porch
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chiropteracupola · 7 months
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wip wednesday
tagged by @mirilyawrites - I shall sneak in in these last twenty minutes of wednesday and share a bit of sharpe werewolf au!
“Damned rotten mess that it is,” said Sharpe, his chin in his hands.
“So it is, sir,” said Harper placidly, leaning on Sharpe’s shoulder so that the bottle in his hand dangled within his officer’s reach. Sharpe sighed and took it, unstoppering the bottle with his teeth and gulping down the greater part of its contents. Sharpe did not see him do it, but Harper plucked the discarded cork from the ground and turned it over in his hand, looking at the marks of teeth that Sharpe had left on it. Deeper than they ought to have been, and the remnants of cork more ragged — he stole another glance at Sharpe, who was staring out towards the hills as if he might find some distraction from his current predicament by mapping out every patch of scrub-oak in the chaparral above them. There was little trace of the wolf in the officer now, save for the way that the ends of his hair flared out above his collar like a ruff of fur, and the too-long teeth that forced him to hold his jaw at an awkward jut.
Patrick Harper had always been one to count himself a rational man rather than a superstitious one — but then again, his own perception of what constituted rationality was some ways outside of how a man like Harris would have defined such things. The Father, and the Son, and the Sidhe riding the wind — that was his watchword, and after a full life of stories of the silkie and the púca and the Good Neighbors beside, he allowed that it was not such an uncommon thing at all that his commanding officer might be a wolf quite as often as he was a man, and that his officer’s daughter might be a wolf far more often than she was a girl.
and though it may not be wednesday when this reaches you, I shall tag @dxppercxdxver, @sanguinarysanguinity, @sailorpants, @baronetcoins, @seaglassandeelgrass, and @kigiom, if you'd like to share?
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