#david brewster

[imnotadogiswear]

Fic idea: Assassin's Creed Syndicate but Jacob can read minds

[teecupangel]

I have a poll now and I've seen a lot of AC polls already up so let's try something a bit 'wtf'.

Hottest Old Templar in Assassin's Creed?

Al Mualim

Jacopo de' Pazzi

Governor Laureano de Torres y Ayala

James Wardrop

Chrétien Lafrenière

David Brewster

Warren Vidic

Voting ended onFeb 14, 2023

[fragrantblossoms]

Attributed to: David Brewster, Henry Collen (taken by Henry Collen and later copied by David Brewster) - Portrait of Henry Collen's daughter, n/d.

[soundsof71]

Prince at the Orpheum Theater in downtown Minneapolis, February 9, 1980 by David Brewster

[777charismatic]

this man is a clown.

[noosphe-re]

I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.

Isaac Newton, Memoirs of the Life, Writings, and Discoveries of Sir Isaac Newton, David Brewster

[vixen-fiction]

Letter to the Little Girl Lost.

This story is about a girl.

A young child, a flower not yet turned wild

Sometimes motherless, always fatherless and abandoned on her island. Soon brought to a strange new land. Her mother returned to take her to this new home, some man who was unknown.

Time went on and the girl became unhappy, withdrawn. She was interrupted, disrupted, corrupted, disgusted. Who knew what she’d turn into? What can you do when you’re own mother, flesh and blood grooms you...

At the age of eight, sex shouldn’t be on any child’s brain. Yet it was for Farrah.

A battered and opened wound, torn to become an infection more aggressive than cancer, similar to HIV.

The little girl had an epiphany. Love doesn’t hurt, love doesn’t rape, love doesn’t make you bleed. It isn’t supposed to. How exactly do you break away? How can you feel free? What’s it like? To live without your demons rotting you to the core?

Here is the story of a little girl now a woman. A woman who is broken, with many flaws, but maybe now.. she can heal and learn to love. Love not another but herself, a child, no longer running wild.

This is just the beginning..of a story where a butterfly with torn and tattered wings learned to fly again.

This is a letter to self, to that little girl who’s life was shattered by those she was supposed to trust. That little girl is me.. I love you

With love,

Farrah B, better known as Zuri. 🦋

[0gz]

Dave East