#COAM

[carabanchelnet]

📌Los parquímetros seguirán extendiéndose: Los próximos Zofío en Usera y Comillas en Carabanchel 📌Denuncian al COAM por aceptar el concurso público para ubicar el Museo de la EMT en la parcela destinada a instalaciones deportivas en Mahou-Calderón 📌60 días con okupas en Carabanchel: la inmobiliaria señala una “mediación legal” en marcha para echarles, pero no da fecha 📌Comienza el juicio a Rubiales con la declaración de la futbolista de Carabanchel Jenni Hermoso en la Audiencia Nacional 📌… Y MÁS …. https://carabanchel.net

[filteredarchitecture]

Premio COAM a partir del capitel de Oíza en la embajada de España en Bruselas

[edgargonzalez]

ÁNGELA BALDELLOU, NUEVA DIRECTORA GERENTE DEL COAM

El Colegio Oficial de Arquitectos de Madrid (COAM) ha incorporado a su plantilla a la arquitecta Ángela Baldellou, para ocupar el cargo de directora gerente de la institución colegial1. Este nombramiento representa un nuevo impulso de la Junta de Gobierno para reforzar la gestión y proyección del COAM. Ángela Baldellou es doctora arquitecta por la ETSAM, licenciada en Periodismo y Publicidad y…

[walterposting]

>Be me, 24 years old, still living with Handler

>Have an undying love for chicken tenders, like a true connoisseur

>Every day, I dream of the crispy, golden goodness that is a plate full of chicken tendies

>But there's a catch: Handler won't give them to me just like that

>He has this system of "good hound points" that I need to earn

>Each chore completed, each errand run, it's all worth points

>The more points I rack up, the closer I am to tendie paradise

>It's a simple yet challenging game that I've mastered over the years

>Wake up in the morning, ready to tackle the day and earn those points

>Vacuum the living room - +5 points

>Take out the trash - +10 points

>Do the dishes - +15 points

>It's like a quest, and I'm the hero seeking the ultimate reward

>I give my all, not just for the tendies but for the satisfaction of being a good hound

>And finally, after a day filled with hard work, it's time for the moment of truth

>I approach Handler with my scorecard, showing off my impressive haul of good hound points

>He looks at me, his eyes filled with pride and tendie-induced anticipation

>"My sweet 621," he says, "You've earned it. Chicken tenders for dinner!"

>Victory! My heart leaps with joy as I envision the feast that awaits me

>The tendies are cooked to perfection, crispy on the outside and juicy on the inside

>As I devour them, each bite fills my soul with a sense of accomplishment

>It's not just about the tendies; it's about the love and validation from Handler Walter

>In that moment, I know I am truly a good hound, and nothing can take that away from me

[kivaember]

Honestly Index Dunham gets essentially no appreciation, do you happen to have any thoughts on him?

me digging through old asks in my inbox fhhghgh

I DO. HAVE SOME THOUGHTS ABOUT HIM.

I hc that the RLF are split up into multiple factions and all of them have their own idea of what a liberated Rubicon looks like. You have those that follow Father Dolmayan that have a religious reverence/fear of the Coral, and want to stop its industrial use once they kick the corporations off Rubicon.

Meanwhile you have other factions that want to reclaim control over their planet and regain their position as the powerhouse in the galaxy - which means exploiting Coral, industrially and defensively. Where Index Dunham falls, I haven't quite decided yet, but from his arena profile which says he was a worker...

Well, either he is a very, VERY spry 70+ year old unaugmented human or there was still illicit Coral mining going on under the PCA's noses - which we know because of BAWS hiding a small Coral well in their arsenal. No doubt Dunham was probably working in one of those illegal mines, trying to harvest as much as possible to feed the mealworms which in turn feeds the dwindling Rubiconian population...

Then the corporations crashed the party, and they sniffed out every single small well that the Rubiconians were using, punting Dunham out of work but still in possession of a BASHO AC.

I don't think Dunham has, like, big ideological dreams like Flatwell and Dolmayan do, or even ambitions like Ziyi does as a Coral Warrior. I feel like Dunham is someone who just desperately wants to eke out a life where they're not scrounging for scraps they can't even survive off of. The only way he can do that now, though, is fighting corporate forces in a repurposed construction AC, and putting up a pretty decent fight considering. Guy tried to solo three ACs at once, and if you sit back and just let Iguazu and Volta handle it - yeah, they win eventually, but it's very, very slow going.

Dunham, in another life would've been an amazing AC pilot. In this one, someone who just wants these scavenging hyenas off his planet so his people can stop being starved to death.

[getfoxdup]

I'm sure I'm not the first to come up with this, but

[hullaballistic]

WAIAUAUZYUFHCJFHFJVNFJFJ

Now I did draw Matthew before I reread his description so uh. Sorry abt that lmao

[darioalvarez]

XXI Semana Internacional de la Arquitectura 2024 en Madrid

La Fundación Arquitectura COAM y el Colegio Oficial de Arquitectos de Madrid, en colaboración con el Ayuntamiento de Madrid, celebrarán la XXI Semana de la Arquitectura del 4 al 17 de octubre de 2024. En esta ocasión Lima-Perú será la ciudad y el país invitado, con la participación de la Embajada de Perú en España y del Colegio de Arquitectos de Perú-Regional Lima. Parque de El Retiro, Madrid.…

[rachaeldafrog]

In honor of her upcoming rework could you draw yandere scraps pls btw love your art

Coame on, sweetie, don’t worry. It’s just black paint, don’t be silly~ Now I’m just going to…. Go stretch out my claws~

[groxglitch]

Walter: Got a job for you, 621. This one comes from me personally. There's exactly one Wendy's left on Rubicon, and they just brought back the Baconator. I don't know about you, but both myself and the rest of the crew are tired of living off Coral mealworms and smuggled-in combat rations.

Your job is simple: Insert, make your way to the Wendy's drive through and place the order. Once it's ready, pick it up and make your way to the rendezvous point for extraction. I've forwarded everyone's orders, as well as the needed COAM, to your account.

Intel suggests Balam already has a token force on-site to claim the Wendy's for themselves, including a reinforced MT squad and that one Redgun that keeps sending you hate mail, Iguana or whatever his name is. They're not mission-critical targets, but I can throw a little extra in for every hostile destroyed. That should send a clear message to Balam that the Wendy's is neutral ground.

Don't let us down, 621. This one's for the guys who keep putting your AC back together after every sortie. Ayre: Raven, can... can we get spicy nuggets? It should be an option in the Four for $4 and you know I love spicy food. I don't have the COAM on hand but I live in your head anyway, so... y'know.

[queenshelby]

The Peaky Role (Part 24)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Best Friend's Dad, Smut

The sun streamed through the bedroom window, casting a warm glow across the bed as Cillian lied there, his eyes still closed, a peaceful expression on his face.

The events of the past few days played out in his mind like a movie reel as he indluged on a sleep-in.

He could smell the scent of you that still lingered on the pillows, a sweet reminder of last night as he stretched, a soft smile curling his lips, before reaching for his phone.

His fingers danced across the screen, pulling up your message from this morning, which he must not have heard coming in.

"Thank you for last night. I feel much better today and can't wait to see you on set tomorrow," it read, followed by a heart emoji.

Cillian's chest filled with warmth, thoughts of you dancing in his mind as he typed a quick reply. "Miss you already. Hope filming is going well," he sent, his heart quickening at the thought of your smile before he crawled out of bed and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

The water cascaded over him, invigorating, washing away remnants of sleep. Cillian's mind wandered back to your laughter, the way it lit up a room.

His phone buzzed again; another message from you. Heart racing, he stepped out, curiosity gripping him.

"Miss you too x," it read on the screen and Cillian chuckled, shaking his head, a grin spreading. It had been quite a while since he felt such a lightness in his chest and the fact that he was well and truly falling for you worried him.

After drying himself off, Cillian threw on a thick hoodie and some jeans. He then glanced in the mirror and coamed his hair quickly, which is when another buzz jolted him back to reality.

It was his alarm, reminding him that his daughters were landing soon and, with a quick text to you, he rushed out of the apartment.

..........

When he arrived at Liverpool airport, the bustling terminal greeted him, filled with the chatter of families and the scent of coffee. Cillian strided through the crowd and scanned the arrivals board which indicated that the flight from Dublin had just landed.

After about twenty minutes of waiting, Cillian eventually spotted Nina and his youngest daughter Ciara, who is 15, among the throng, their faces lighting up as they spotted him.

"Dad!" Ciara shouted, weaving through the crowd and Cillian walked towards them, meeting them halfway.

"Hey, you two," Cillian grinned, wrapping his arms around both daughters, squeezing them tightly.

"Okay, that's enough, dad," Ciara huffed playfully, pulling back and rolling her eyes. "People are watching us and you are being emberassing," she teased, but a smile tugged at her lips while Nina stepped forward, glancing at her father with a raised eyebrow.

"What's with the hoodie? Hiding something?" she quipped, her eyes narrowing, catching a glimpse of the fading hickey on his neck.

"No, why?" he asked, feigning innocence while his pulse quickened, heart pounding in rhythm with her gaze.

"Well, you do have a bit of a mark there," Nina pressed, her brow arching, a smirk dancing on her lips. "On your neck, which looks like a hickey," she nudged him playfully, her eyes narrowing with mischief.

"Definitely not a hickey," he countered, running a hand through his hair, trying to maintain composure. "It's from filming," Cillian insisted, forcing a laugh that sounded hollow even to him.

Nina crossed her arms, her expression a mix of amusement and suspicion.

"Please tell me that's not from Y/N during one of your intimate scenes. Because that would be totally gross," she blurted, her brows knitting together.

Cillian forced a laugh, his cheeks heating. "Nah, it's from a different kind of scene," he replied, his eyes darting away, hoping to deflect her curiosity. "Don't worry about it," he insisted, trying to maintain a nonchalant demeanor.

"Whatever you say, Dad," Nina smirked, crossing her arms while Ciara nudged her sister, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"So, are we going shopping or what? I need new trainers and Nina needs some stuff too," Ciara determined, knowing full well that her father disliked shopping trips.

"You guys really want to go shopping?" Cillian clarified, eager to distract them from any more inquiries about his neck.

"Yeah, I need new trainers for track," Ciara chimed in, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

Nina nodded, crossing her arms. "And I need some summer clothes for our trip to France," she added, a hint of excitement creeping into her tone.

"France?" he echoed, his brow furrowing.

"Mum is taking us to that new festival in Nice. Big names, great vibes," Nina explained, her eyes lighting up.

"Right," Cillian straightened, keeping a casual tone. "I didn't know anything about it," he admitted, forcing a smile.

"Well, you and mum don't talk anymore, so how would you?" Nina shot back, her tone teasing yet pointed.

Cillian rubbed the back of his neck, a hint of irritation flashing in his eyes, but he swallowed his pride. He knew that his ex did not have to inform him about every detail like this, but it would have been nice if it had been discussed, especially since Ciara is only 15 and had school to attend.

"So, mum booked that very nice hotel for us. It's supposed to be amazing," Nina added, excitement bubbling in her voice as the three of them walked towards the parking lot. "And I was going to ask Y/N if she wanted to come too. Mum said she could," Nina glanced sideways at Cillian, causing him to audibly choke on nothing.

"Y/N?" Cillian's heart raced, the thought of you going on a trip with his ex unsetteling.

"Yeah, dad, my best friend. Y/N. Remember her?" Nina chirped, oblivious to his unease.

"Right," Cillian murmured, his mind spinning. "Uhm, she is auditioning for a play in Galway soon, so I doubt she'll be able to."

Nina raised an eyebrow, her expression one of skepticism. "A play, huh?" she asked as they finally sat down in Cillian's hire car. "How come you know about it and I don't?" Nina leaned back in her seat, arms crossed, a challenge sparkling in her eyes.

"Because she told me about it in passing. We've been talking a bit more now that we work together," Cillian replied, masking the warmth creeping into his chest as he lied to his daughter who, after this, luckily changed the topic.

...........

Twenty minutes later, Cillian pulled into a bustling shopping centre's car park, the sounds of chatter and laughter spilling out from the nearby cafés.

"First stop, trainers," Ciara declared, unbuckling her seatbelt and jumping out and Nina followed, throwing a glance back at Cillian who took a little longer to get out of the car.

"Come on, Dad! We don't have all day," Nina called, already darting towards the entrance.

Cillian chuckled, shaking his head, but hurried after them, scanning the bustling crowd. The thrill of his daughters' excitement pulled him along, a welcome distraction.

"What sort of trainers do you want, Ciara?" Cillian asked and her response amused him.

"Something that'll make me look fast," she grinned, darting through the entrance.

Nina rolled her eyes at her sister's enthusiasm. "You know it's all in the runner, not just the shoes," she teased, nudging Ciara as they entered a brightly lit store filled with vibrant displays.

Cillian followed behind, shaking his head with a smile. "Alright, let's see what we can find," he said and, as soon as they walked into the first shop, Ciara dashed towards a wall of colourful trainers, her eyes lighting up at a pair adorned with electric blue accents.

"These! They'll make me fly!" Ciara said while two of the three female store assistants were quick to offer their help, or more so, attempt to flirt with Cillian, tossing their hair and smiling nervously at him.

"Do you need a hand with that?" One of them asked, glancing at Ciara's choices, feigning interest while clearly admiring Cillian instead.

"Can I try them on? In a 38 please?" Ciara asked the assistant, her excitement bubbling over, but the assistant was busy staring at Cillian, completely smitten.

"Sure thing! Right this way," she replied, her voice bright as she flashed a smile at Cillian who caught Nina's eye, shaking his head with a bemused smile.

"I don't get it. She is like what? 25 at the most?" Nina whispered to her father as they watched the sales assistant dash off quickly and Cillian couldn't help but blush.

"I don't know what you are talking about," he muttered, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Sure you don't," Nina teased, nudging him playfully.

Cillian shook his head, a chuckle escaping as he watched Ciara excitedly try on the trainers. "What do you think, sweetheart?" he asked, his eyes bright as he knelt beside her.

"They're perfect!" Ciara exclaimed, bouncing on her heels, already envisioning herself on the track.

"Alright, let's get them then and get out of here," Cillian said, tossing a glance at Nina, who held back a laugh as she continued to observed the two sales associates whispering to each other, their eyes darting Cillian's way.

"Are we taking these?" one of them then asked and Cillian nodded before pulling out his wallet.

"Yes," he replied, following the woman to the counter.

"Fabulous. They look really nice on your daughter," the cashier remarked, her eyes sparkling as she scanned the trainers.

Cillian nodded casually. "She seems happy with them," he answered, handing over his card.

"That's 180 pounds pleasse," the cashier announced, glancing up with a bright smile as Cillian tapped his card and, once the payment went through, the sales assistant handed Cillian the receipt along with a piece of paper with her name and phone number on it.

Cillian pocketed the receipt, glancing at the note, somewhat bemused.

"Uhm, I don't think I...," he murmured, an awkward smile flickering on his lips as he tried, politely, to refuse to take the woman's number while Nina and Ciara both snickered beside him.

"Just take it, Dad," Nina laughed, interrupting and nudging him.

"Yeah, be a good sport," Ciara teased, grinning as she grabbed her new trainers.

"Okay, thanks," Cillian muttered, shaking his head but unable to suppress a smile as he pocketed the note, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks.

"Alright, where to next?" he then asked, turning to his girls, who stood by the door, grinning with amusement.

"Clothes, definitely!" Nina exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement, already dragging Ciara toward the next shop.

Cillian followed, his gaze flitting between colourful displays and laughter bubbling up from his daughters. He felt so out of place as they flitted from shop to shop but enjoyed the vibrant energy they radiated.

After a few hours however, he had enough and, luckily for him, so did his daughters.

"Alright, that's it," Cillian declared, hands on his hips, surveying the chaos of shopping bags scattered around them. "Let's get to the apartment and have some dinner," Cillian declared, leading the way through the bustling centre, his daughters trailing behind with arms laden.

...........

When they arrived at the apartment with their suitcase and shopping bags, Cillian gave them a quick tour.

"Now, the apartment isn't big, but it will have to do as the entire hotel has been booked out by the cast and crew. So, you girls will sleep in the bedroom and I will take the couch," Cillian announced, brushing a hand through his hair as he ushered them inside.

"Sounds good," Nina replied as she headed straight to the bedroom to drop her bags and Ciara followed closely behind her, shoving her own bags beside Nina's just before she stepped on to something sharp with her bare feet.

"Ow!" Ciara yelped, hopping on one foot as she glanced down, right besides the freshly made bed.

"What is it?" Nina turned, concern flashing across her face.

"Just some stupid earring," she replieed, picking it up and holding it up for Nina to see.

"That's Y/N's earring," Nina exclaimed, her eyes widening as she squinted at the delicate piece of jewelry which was given to you by your grandmother. "Where did you find it?" she then asked, tilting her head in confusion.

"On the floor, near the bed," Ciara replied, a frown creeping onto her face.

"Weird," Nina said before taking in it from her sister's hand and putting it into her pocket. "But, I wanted to catch up with her anyway, so I will text her later," Nina announced before seeking out her father again who was busy with preparing dinner already.

"What time does Y/N get off?" Nina asked, her brow furrowing as she glanced towards the kitchen.

Cillian turned at the sound of her voice, stirring a pot on the stove.

"She should be done by six," he replied, checking the clock. "Why?"

Nina shrugged her shoulders. "I thought I'd see if she wants to join us for dinner if that's okay with you?" she proposed, a determined smile spreading across her face. "I wanted to catch up with her anyway, and I thought it might be nice for her to join us," Nina added, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Cillian froze for a moment, knowing very well that, having you over for dinner, would be awkward.

"Nah, lets just have a nice family dinner tonight," Cillian replied, turning back to the stove. "Despite, I am sure she is probably tired."

"Dad, come on!" Nina pressed, her smile unwavering, eyes glinting with determination. "At least let me ask her," Nina asked and Cillian turned back, stirring the sauce with more intensity, the aromatic scent filling the kitchen.

"Fine," he relented, glancing at her with a raised brow. "But don't pressure her, okay?"

"I won't," Nina promised.

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[ofhouses]

1115. Shin Takasuga /// Railway Sleeper House (Seitogakusha) /// Miyake Island, Tokyo, Japan /// 1975-80

OfHouses presents: Japanese Fields OfHouses, part III. (Photos: © Shinkenchiku-sha, Urs Meister. Source: ‘Shinkenchiku’ 08/1980; ‘Tec21’ 197/2001; 'Arquitectura COAM' 358/2009.) — This project will be published in our upcoming book: ’Japanese Fields | OfHouses.’

[b0tster]

got a job for you, 621.

we're out of milk, you'll need to travel to the grocery store to resupply. ive arranged transport with carla, and left the COAM needed for the purchase on the coffee table.

lets get to work.

[pilebunkers]

Is it... is it too on the nose for Blondie to not name his AC. Would that be a good joke.

After watching the Sergio Leone Dollars trilogy I cannot stop thinking about an AC6 crossover. Like. They already have callsigns. Angel Eyes with bis AC SENTENZA and Blondie and Tuco as bounty hunters during the Coral War or something. Maybe gritty pre-AC6 au set during the Rubiconian Civil War that exists in my head. Dolmayan uniting Rubiconians in preparation of the corporate invasion with Flatwell's rise to power and some easter eggs of a young up and coming Schneider mercenary named Rusty.

[demilypyro]

"Got a job for you, 621. You need to go to tumblr.com, find an artist and commission art of my fursona. He's a really cool dog, like a doberman or something, and he smokes cigarettes and wears jackets and sunglasses. You can get the COAM from Carla"

[alex99achapterthree]

Phantom Friday ...

Marines RF-4 comes aboard.

You can see the LSO (landing signal officer) standing there directly under the nose gear, keeping an eye on the pilot's technique.

Also note the two A-6 INTRUDERS all buttoned up to the right. The Intruders are parked TOW... "tail over water". Their main mounts are right up against the deck edge coaming with their tails hanging out over the side of the ship. The flight deck isn't all that big, and doing things like this help to maximize the space they do have.