#Float House

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[thewickedwilds]

Wow… buried memories. one of the few good memories from my childhood actually:

My grandparents used to live in a 2 story float house in a bay in SE Alaska. I was about 3 at the time. It was more rural than these and definitely more rustic lol. My Mom left my biological father and we had fled washington to stay with them for a while. The houses are only put up in areas where they don’t get big waves- or in lakes. There were a handful of other float houses in the same area but they were pretty far away. To get to the house, they drove a skiff from the parking lot on the mainland. In SE Alaska winters are actually not that brutal because it’s the Pacific Northwest. But still- you’d have to do it in the rain or snow frequently.

The houses are tiny, and the insides are basically the same as any other house. I think my grandparents had locking cupboards for when there was a stormy day. There was a little porch that wrapped around all sides of the house, which mostly got used to store things like firewood. As far as electricity, I remember them having a refrigerator, so there must have been some kind of system. I do remember there being a generator that was used sometimes.

It was cozy. I remember the walls being mint green and sitting on one of those ugly orange couch’s from the 70’s. There was lots of natural light from the windows. We had a wood stove for heat. My grandma and Mom would sit at a little round kitchen table and drink coffee. The “bedrooms” were up a narrow little flight of stairs. I use quotations because the room we slept in was more of a twin sized bunk.

I remember wearing a life vest on the deck and feeding ducks bread, and watching fish swim around in the water and grizzly bears walking along the shore. Mostly I remember how easy it was to sleep. That bunk was so quiet and muffled, and you would sway gently with the waves.

I wonder how people live inside floating houses..! 🤔

[zegalba]

Kengo Kuma: Floating Tea House (2017) medium: Helium Ballon, Organza, Pebbles

[izzystizzys]

TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog

“Ah, High General Windu”, says Fox, pleasantly. “So we meet again.”

High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though it’s getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. “If I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?”

Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. It’s hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. “I am willing to discuss terms.” A bridge will do just fine.

Impossibly, the High General’s eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. “A compromise, then, esteemed Commander.” And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.

“WHAT”, says Kote, calmly, “THE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.”

“You’ll short out your helmet mic”, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. He’d just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.

High General Windu’s face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.

Because the Galaxy doesn’t hate Fox enough already and Cody wasn’t enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. “If you try that again, dickhead”, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, “I’m going to resurrect you and then kill you again.”

“Ah, Wolffe”, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, “Remember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why that’s a bad idea. “I feel”, his ori’vod presses out between clenched teeth, “that if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, I’m going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.”

“That’s fair”, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.

“Excuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see what’s so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solve”, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and ori’vode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion that’s quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalker’s back like he’s a race-Eopie, which is Fox’ only consolation.

He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Council’s chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatine’s unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-

Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.

Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, he’d said. You’re kriffing serious.

Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, you’ll have to catch me first!

And catch him, High General Windu sure did.

“The will of the Force this is”, Yoda interrupts Fox’ train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. “Shake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.”

“That’d be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last one”, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesn’t bother with either that or the green goblin’s cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

“Alright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, I’m firing all the Jedi. No offense, but you’re kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellor’s office, I’m calling Dooku to let him know the war’s off. And please get me Judicial, they’ll be up all night working on my datafolders - I’m having the Senate arrested.”

“Who - is - arresting - “, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where he’s just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.

Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile that’s all teeth. “The Senate”, he says, sweetly, wondering if he’s just imagined the shiver that’s gone through the room. “I’m suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.”

[rollerman1]

[arc-hus]

Pavilion Reserva, Santa Fe, Mexico - HEMAA

https://www.loopdesignawards.com/project/pabellon-de-la-reserva/

[septemberlikestea]

the highest honor i can bestow upon a character is daydreaming about a dd crossover and class mod. these are from a whiiile back i think i made these in spring?

[steamclouds]

Designed a high-clerical ceremonial outfit for Khaless! Very much inspired by the descriptions of Malice Do'Urden's ceremonial robe from Legend of Drizzt: Homeland

[couch-house]

lab sleeping arrangements (post sponsored by the way my cat sleeps on my feet)

[zegalba]

Kengo Kuma: Floating Tea House (2017) medium: Helium Ballon, Organza, Pebbles

[a-selkie-abroad]

I was thinking about ecto-acne.... what if it acted like some kind of autoimmune disorder, with Vlad's immune system going after the cells with ghost DNA?

Thus spawned chronic joint pain Vlad Masters who carries a cane around on bad days so standing doesn't hurt so much. I've drawn him with a super basic cane here but I'm willing to bet he has a whole collection of fancy custom ones to go with every outfit.