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Dogs are exponentially silly.  One dog is only a little bit silly.  Two dogs are majorly silly

Also have realised that rereading my stories sends me to sleep, while still trying to keep reading.  A strange soporific staleness to the thing.

siberakh:

And here we see the ideal DA2 playthrough; Fenris sold back into slavery, Isabella given to the Qunari, Merrill’s clan wiped out, Anders killed, Bethany as a Circle Mage who is executed by Meredith.

Art is not final, as always.

I completely forgot Balmorhea’s “Harm and Boon” is my Fenris & Anders song until it hit that slow degenerative set of duelling slides and chords around 6:40.

My dog ate Dragon Age:Origins.

"Anders" Sulzbacher of Honnleath

Forget Cailan-Alistair-Anders similarities.  Get a look at the maybe-mage Matthias and tell me that’s not Anders’ half brother.

Which means that Wilhelm Sulzbacher’s unnamed wife was once upon a time married in the Anderfels, suffered a tragic family schism after her son evidenced magic and was given to the Chantry, after which she couldn’t settle back into domesticity, took off adventuring instead, maybe halfway thinking about rescuing her boy.  Somewhere on the road between Redcliffe and the Tower she runs into Wilhelm being besieged by bandits; she draws her twin blades and leaps in and delicate mage Wilhelm is so very, very grateful to the buxom blonde warrior…

Eventually she settles in Honnleath with Wilhelm, finding a momentary happiness in a return to domesticity and her boy Matthias, before Wilhelm was tragically crushed by his own hubris and she took off again, adventuring into the Wilds…

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Alexey Titarenko, City of Shadows, (1992-1994)

Inspiration lies everywhere. In fact, it can even be found in the darkest of times. For Alexey Titarenko, that time came when the Soviet Union collapsed. “In the winter of 1991-1992, one cold and gloomy day, I strolled sadly down a street which used to be packed with people, which used to be full of joyful vibrancy and dynamism,” shares Titarenko. “I saw people on the verge of insanity, in confusion: They looked like shadows, undernourished and worn out.” 

While waiting outside a subway station, Titarenko noticed how a crowd of people evolved in front of his very eyes. With the belief that he could make time stand still by changing the camera’s shutter speed, he created this interesting set of photos. He called the series City of Shadows.

 

I’ve tripped over from being wary of “gritty realism” to actively hating writing being described as “gritty” and “realistic”.

Put the two together and they no longer relate to realism in the slightest, but rather a sickeningly dangerous bestsellers list style nostalgia-which-isn’t-nostalgia which represents a very onesided and privileged view of the world. 

Gritty realism is contemporary literature’s equivalent of the quaint and picturesque.