#things to do in cambridge

[tealin]

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Three more days to see my exhibit at the Polar museum in Cambridge, if you're near enough to drop by!

There's a PONY.

[misusyaya-vlog]

🛶 A Day in Cambridge: Must-Do Attractions on a Day Trip from London!

[mylovelookup]

Cattonquick boarding school sweethearts/romeo & Juliet AU

In which Oliver also comes from old money and he and Felix fall in love in boarding school(?). The Quicks and the Cattons have been business partners since Queen Victoria was still kicking so Ollie and Felix have known each other their whole lives (summers and holidays always spent together) but when their family ties are suddenly severed after a hostile fight between their fathers, the boys’ last year at Eton is irrevocably ruined. As a reaction they decide (it was Felix’s idea and he succeeded in cajoling Oliver to agree) to elope run away on the first day of the Christmas holidays (imagine their respective chauffeurs endlessly waiting for them at the school gates lmao) and get married on a whim (also Felix’s idea to somehow "fix" things like ta-da! Can’t separate us now dad, we’re fucking married. Oliver is now a Catton. Family peace restored! No, not really Felix lmao.)

[maxx-the-queer]

I gotta commend the folks at Dropout, especially for the most recent Game Changer episode, cause I think it's the closest I've ever personally come to feeling like Brennan Lee Mulligan does at the end of these things

[a-chilleus]

painfully aware of all the wasted time in cambridge and how what i might have wanted to do is just not ever gonna happen. idk if i'd have liked punting but i never went and now the friends who i'd have gone with are all too busy in exams and about to graduate. maybe i should have gone to the formals and just suffered through the sensory overload so that i could have taken photos with my friends at the end of the night and convinced myself afterwards i had fun. i've been to a couple of museums here, but only with my parents. i spent hours and hours in this stupid place hiding in toilets, self-destructing, not going to things because i was too scared, when i could - should - have been exploring the prettiest parts of cambridge with my friends. friends who were too fucking busy all the fucking time. friends whose social calendars were always already full of "drinks with [ensemble i'm not in] after the concert" or "dnd with [a group they formed before i met that friend]" - no one's excluding me on purpose, but what are you meant to do when you have friends you love but you missed out on all the things you wish you could have done with them and now it's too late? no one has time to do anything. i feel so so alone and i have for so long and it never seems to get any better

[fitzrove]

Its ok maybe if you look up the lyrics to was für ein grausames leben and read them in english you will be okj<3

[shitouttabuck]

what do you do when the girl you spent the better part of the last decade in love with calls you up to tell you they dumped their girlfriend and quit their job and would you like to go spend a couple weeks on a beach in greece with them because they miss you and love you (not like that) . and you miss them and love them (not like that. anymore) and you’re probably not getting into grad school anyway and even if you did you can’t keep moving countries to start over because that doesn’t fix things and you could use the money you have saved that you were gonna put towards tuition to buy a plane ticket and sublet a beach villa instead. because you miss them and you love them and you’re tired of missing them and loving them has always felt good and you never feel good anymore and whatever maybe you can just have a lovely few weeks in fuckin greece and just. that’s enough you don’t have to try more than that they go back home and you stay on a beach in greece for as long as anyone else will remember . hypothetically. you should do that, right

[bokatan]

Delta Intro Fic™ 👀

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I'm not including a snippet just because I started this 8000 years ago and really need to start working on it again(seriously- this is so old that Reed's dog is still being called Dogmeat here). I need to actually sit down and rewrite it so I can actually say it's finished. Here's a little synopsis though:

This is part of Reed's 'canon' storyline, taking place after this fic: he's been in the wasteland for a few months now and he's starting to venture out more on his own without BoS supervision. He's been to Diamond City & Goodneighbor, he's met Nick and he has a pretty good idea what a synth is at this point, he keeps hearing rumors about the Railroad and is starting to get interested in finding them, & he's starting to emotionally heal from the whole "everything he's ever cared about has been completely obliterated in a nuclear apocalypse and he's never going to get closure on what happened to his partner/friends/family/etc" thing. He's doing pretty well all things considered.

Until he runs into Delta in the market at Bunker Hill and it's this huge ordeal, because from one side they look identical to his (presumably) dead pre-war partner Mercy. He's obviously really freaked out and he freaks Delta out in the process because they have no idea what's going on. This may or may not happen more than once because they continue to run into each other at different locations. This fic's supposed to lead into a handful of subplots involving the Automatron + Far Harbor DLCs, Reed starts uncovering some really fun things about Mercy's prewar activities that he wasn't aware of, and ultimately it leads into the main plot that pushes Reed towards the Institute.

[ayliffe]

hiiiiiiiii do i know any medieval latinists and if so do they want to translate a couple of documents for me (for money obvs) <3

[intooth-inclaw]

i am having,,, many thoughts about a proper national students movement,,!! perhaps even...... international

[touchlikethesun]

do people outside of the uk know lucy and yak??? i’ve just thought of it bc in the uk you can’t walk down the high street of any town or city without seeing at least one person in lucy and yak trousers dungarees i think they make shirts too

but i’ve been in the states for months and i don’t think i’ve seen anyone wearing lucy and yak even once.

i still get the ads here so ig i assumed they had made the jump across the pond but maybe not

[pig-wings]

Something I've recently noticed is that the blue jays definitely seem to prefer some streets to others. Cambridge is pretty good about planting trees (there's a whole map of them here), so I'm assuming it's more about which types of trees there are. I'm assuming the jays tend to congregate on the streets where there are tons of oaks present so they can eat the acorns. My street is full of Norway maples, so they aren't as common here, but if I walk five minutes they are always calling.

Side note, I changed up my walk to the red line so I pass through a few soccer fields where there are evergreens planted on the border. The ground is littered with cones that the squirrels (and rats too, probably) have eaten. Seems like a good year to be a critter - there seems to be an abundance of acorns and pine cones!

[westywrites]

Find the Word tag

I'm finally getting a chance to go through posts I've been tagged in from the past who-knows-how-long (far too long)...

The last ones that are in recent enough memory for my activity feed to actually show me are a couple of Find the Word tags from @imbrisvastatio - thank you so much! This is my favourite tag game by far!

from one post, I need to find the words: pressing, bruise, midnight, and sunlight

from the other post, I need to find: flame, pressure, reflection, and familiar

I tried some of my other wips and wasn't having much luck, but I knew Essence of Stars (book one of The Corvine) would definitely have all these words. I'm not at all surprised to find 34 instances of "flame(s)" in draft 3 as it is now, but I was very surprised to find "midnight" only appears once and "sunlight" only twice!

Given the length of this post, I'm going to stick the excerpts with all the found words under a read-more

PRESSING

“Lennox.” It was [Avenir]. She was alright.  He stumbled forward, reaching out to her.  “Don’t touch me,” she begged, pressing further into the corner. “You shouldn’t be here.”

BRUISE (I've definitely shared this excerpt from the prologue before, but I love it, so here it is again)

In the dim light of the nearing dawn, blue-tinged shadows cast solemn hope between the graves. A raven settles on the thatched roof of the preacher’s house. Behind it, the sky is the colour of a bruise that might never heal. Silence lies heavy. The church bell is still hours from ringing its joyous call to wake the village. A town dying along with its rotten crops.

MIDNIGHT

The kid jumped, so focused on him they hadn’t noticed the others coming from the other room. They stepped back, shocked. “Mother knows you?” “Mother?” The kid didn’t seem to be using it as an affectionate term like Lennox might call her moeder. But they were far too light-skinned to be biologically related to Mevrou Geheim. They weren’t white but definitely didn’t have her midnight skin. Besides, she had never mentioned any children.

SUNLIGHT

The sharp sting of feathers across her cheek sent her tumbling backwards. A raven’s call pierced the quiet darkness. At the edge of the tear, a fox swished its tail. The raven soared after it. Cambridge opened her eyes in a shadowed alley. The golden evening sunlight was blocked by the crooked walls of the shops on either side. A round, red lantern hung above the entrance to the narrow dirt road of the market.

FLAME

Lennox hailed her as their hero. [Avenir] had never felt more like a monster.  Her own essence had turned into the very flames that haunted her. The heat in her veins was a nightmare on a leash, crying for the chance to be set free. A wildfire eating her from the inside out.

PRESSURE

“What are you doing?” [Avenir] asked, rage burning inside her. The pressure in her head and chest turned into heat. She was trapped. Her nightmares writhed in her mind. All she wanted was to leave, but she couldn’t go. “What is this?”

REFLECTION

Before her, a puddle shined bright, reflecting the stars and doubling their brilliance. [Cambridge] knelt beside it. In it, her face stared back at her. Visible. Her smile screamed joy, and she felt alive. She felt good. Happy for the first time in far too long. Her reflection smiled at her. Her cheeks were rosy from running, her lips pink against her pale white skin. She ran a hand through her long, silken hair. It shimmered in the starlight, so blonde it appeared white. The girl in the reflection looked like the princess of a fairy tale. Cambridge could imagine how Lennox might describe her.

FAMILIAR

On the other side, a shadow fell. A woman appeared, a beautiful woman with pale skin and dark hair. She was familiar somehow. Cambridge remembered sadness distilled into starlight. But when the woman smiled, her teeth were sharp.

These excerpts ended up very centred around the girls, and you know what? I'm happy with that. Avenir and Cambridge deserve the attention. And they definitely deserve more love than the plot allows me to give them.

I will tag you back @imbrisvastatio and I'll also tag @impaledlotus @lux-scriptum @ratracechronicler @muddshadow and @kaiusvnoir

No pressure at all, but if you're interested, I would love to see excerpts from your writing with the following words: brave, fear, steady, shake/shiver, and strange

[thevalleyisjolly]

And for a moment, I was so confident that Cambridge was in Massachusetts that I forgot that there is also another Cambridge (the first one) in the UK.

[thursdayg1rl]

have the feeling that if I go to a London uni I will never be able to escape the cycle

[llycaons]

my favorite modern AU late teens/early 20s wwx involves him dropping out of a highly competitive program at some prestigious college for some headline-making event or disaster, being shunned by society for a while for his various acts of rebellion against various institutions, and then excelling, perhaps in a tangentially related or unrelated field due to his own brilliance and creativity, and finding an unexpected happiness in an unconventional life afterwards. there's something very significant about the trajectory of his narrative not heading in the direction that most people's do, and his eventual fulfilling and happy life looking nothing like what he expected, but being good all the same.