#Urban Art in Florida.

[criscabo]

Aahh Miami 💙... during my teenage I always had the dream of coming but it seemed very far away... and although many years passed, it is incredible how the energies of the universe put me on a path where I have to come often to this beautiful city 😎🌴

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#miami #miamibeach #miamilife #miamiflorida #brickell #skyline #urbanart #urbanphotography #lifestyle

[redsamphoto]

From the gallery (and an obsession of mine), “Wires & Lights” on Redsam.com

[jackiehadel1]

ORLANDO, FLORIDA STREET ART: IN THE JUNGLE, THE MIGHTY CONCRETE JUNGLE…

2july24

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The City

[titlphotography]

Downtown Miami

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This mural was created by Bikismo for 352walls/The Gainesville Urban Art Initiative. For more of his work check out his website and Instagram.

[limiteditionly]

@limiteditionly

[streetartserenade]

Road trip

[concupiscience]

Florida Theatre by ejc Via Flickr: 235 W. University Ave Gainesville, FL 32601-5211 1928- Screens: Single Seating capacity: 1,100

[captains-chronicles]

Well, see'in how home port these days is Florida. How's 'bout a a legend of a lighthouse, ominous how symbols of light to guide lost travelers home, get often times the darkest of reputation.

Anyways, this be the lighthouse of Pensacola. I hear tell the it holds the souls of residents. The most notable to be that of two children who passed of yellow fever, a mother, who died in childbirth in the lighthouse itself, an' that of a woman. Drivn' mad by her husband, chopping him to pieces.

Still, I hold my trust in light houses. As the light pierces a dark an' stormy sky, y'know their purpose remains true.

[herrscherofmagic]

Collection of WIPs for my newest honkai 3rd AU: a synth- and post-punk band AU! featuring the band “Mirror Mirage”

More art and an explanation further below

I dont want to put too many details down yet since i intend to do more with this and don’t necessarily want to spoil future story stuff, but the gist of it is that its an AU focused on the villainous Herrscher personas (except Veli, but she fits the vibe lol)

The tentative setting I’m working with for now is Central Florida and its meant to be a more serious/realistic AU with a focus on young adult life, not late-teens stuff. Think less “fun times at Perfect Fairytale College(TM) with my besties! Lets have fun and study today!” and more “rent is due, my roommates are assholes, the hourly bus is 20 minutes late again, and i almost got hit by a drunk driver on my way to work for the third time week and it’s only Tuesday”. That sort of thing lmao

I’m not sure if there’s any real interest in a story that focuses more on some underrated characters like Herrscher Mei (not normal Mei as a Herrscher, but her alternate persona), much less a story that also deals with more serious IRL issues

Mei is bassist and a vocalist, formerly lead until Kiana (more precisely HoV in Honkai terms) joined; Mei also handles the finances as she is an accountant in her day job working at a community redevelopment agency. Has a strong sense of justice and puts on an air of confidence and superiority on stage and when fending off hostile folks, but acts with great humility with the ordinary people she encounters in her daily life.

Kiana is the (new) lead vocalist. Works the graveyard shift at a gas station and is a self-proclaimed “cynical asshole” that barely gets along with anyone else; also plays the guitar occasionally. She was dragged in by Mei and reluctantly joined the band, leading to an awkward and tense relationship with the others, but her incredible skill as a vocalist means the rest of them put up with her shitty attitude.

Seele is the lead guitarist; she is an immigrant from Estonia and came to the US with Elysia a couple years back, in early 2022. Keeps in touch w/ Bronya, who is still living back in Europe. Tends to be a bit withdrawn but is very loyal to the band and would throw hands to protect the crew. Seele has Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) and is a system comprised of two alters: Saule and Veliona. Veliona is the one that actively plays in the band.

Elysia (HoC in Honkai terms) is the synth player and mixer, and does a lot of work in planning and executing complicated tracks both live and in studio recordings. Despite being having no local heritage, she loves switching between a southern cowgirl persona and her usual preppy nice-girl persona. Since Elysia is said to be from “Vladivostok 51” in Honkai canon, that would make her Russian; however for the purposes of this story im headcanoning her as Ukrainian (which ik is far from Vladivostok irl), simply to mix things up a bit, lol

Fu Hua (Senti in Honkai terms) is the drummer; still a college student, shes a bit of an odd one out in the group, but was there since the beginning and has grown close with the rest. Has a bit of an attitude and says cocky things, but is much more timid at heart and acts a lot more calm with her friends at school.

A huge part of the inspiration for this story is a desire to try and depict the more ordinary aspects of urban life, adding flavor to mundane daily activities without relying on magic or scifi or high-octane action and drama. The villains of the story aren’t comic book supervillains, but rather its the various systems that the characters have to live within- corrupt governance, financial struggle, societal divide, etc.

I also really want to tell a story that emphasizes the queer experience. Not just the usual lovey-dovey girls-love stuff, but what life is actually like for real women in real sapphic relationships when living in the state that passed the infamous “Don’t Say Gay” bill IRL. As much as I love the canon KiaMei relationship in Honkai 3rd, i think it’s hella sanitized and can’t really convey the depth of the history and culture of the LGBTQ+ community. So I’m hoping to address this by placing their relationship in a specific real setting, one where LGBTQ+ folks (including myself) have to fight for our rights, acceptance, and representation.

As for musical inspiration I largely draw from a few big sources: one of the bigger inspirations is ASTROPHYSICS & MINTTT, as well as more recently Chappell Roan; genre influences include rock/punk, synth/EDM, and Sovietwave! This is both inspiration for their vibes and also for what type of music i imagine this band would play

The last image is a more suggestive one but ive hastily and sloppily censored it, so hopefully that is okay with y’all x-x

I rarely make spicier content like this, but having listened to The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess for the first time today and then listening to it 4 more times in a row, I couldn’t help but push the limits of what i usually do just that little bit, lol

[dreamingkatie]

Skeet

One summer just after the turn of the century, I’d decided to take a break between the rigorous years at an all-girls boarding school and the start of more rigorous years at a southern liberal arts college. I bummed around Tibet and moved to Gainesville, Florida, which – in retrospect – was a weird choice, but I eventually landed back in my hometown, which is a curious southern city in North Carolina: urban but surrounded by rural, racially diverse, mostly poor except for little enclaves of old tobacco money.

My best friend had also decided to take a gap year, and I moved in with her family rather than suffer the curfews imposed by my parents. It was the summer of my first screwdriver, which I subsequently vomited all over my long-suffering best friend’s waterbed (God bless her). It was the summer of Lil’ Wayne, field parties, and MD 20/20. 

Skeeter was a boy who graduated from the high school I was assigned to but didn’t ever attend. He was two years ahead of me. I am certain that his given name was not, in fact, Skeeter, but I never knew him by anything else. He was a soccer player, a wrestler, and an all-around popular kid. He’d also just ended a five-year relationship with his high school girlfriend, who was, incidentally, much prettier and miles cooler than me. 

He knew me vaguely, but we’d never talked. I’d always been on the edges of the group, watching from the outside. And that July night, I watched him across the room at a house party – obscured by smoke from various substances and my corneal ulcer that resulted in the humiliation of having to wear glasses that week. Eventually, he looked back at me. I shoved my glasses into my pocket. 

He was big, broad, ragged. His arms stretched the sleeves of his t-shirt and his cargo shorts hung low, showing blue boxers. He brought me another beer, smiling with one side of his mouth, shaggy hair falling into his eyes. He didn’t say much that night or any other, just asked questions and nodded at my answers. What snagged him was my acceptance letter to college, and maybe my vocabulary. It probably didn’t hurt that he was a little sad and lot horny. That’s ok, I thought, as his thigh pressed against mine on the grungy plaid couch. 

When he drove me to his house in the early hours of the morning, I was vibrating with nervousness. And in that single-wide trailer, when he threw me around the room, I was afraid. There was something else, some other epiphany waking up just under the surface of my awareness. He undressed in front of me, unashamed. He undressed me and pushed my hands away when I tried to cover myself. 

I wasn’t a virgin, but just barely (and boy, that’s a story for another day). 

I loved how big he was. Loved how he orchestrated the scene, moving me here, lifting me there, pushing my head down, telling me to be quiet, hurting me with hard hands and a cock that took weeks of practice to make fit completely. His rhythms were hard, but rarely fast. He was patient, showing me how to move, what he liked, how to use my mouth. How to bend. I’d wake to him lazily jerking off, eyes half closed, before he’d flip me over again and push into me as I whimpered. How he whisper a shh and push a little harder.

At half past seven every morning, his father would knock on the door, stick his head in, and tell Skeeter to get up for work. We’d move slowly and silently, and he’d drive me home in the half light, his hand in my hair or twisting around my hand. I’d lie on that waterbed in a half dream, feeling the stickiness between my legs, the bruises inside and out, the limpness of my body and mind. Running fingers over swollen lips. Anxious for his call, the address for the party, the look on his face when we begin the cycle again. 

In the fall, I left for college. Perhaps I knew that had I stayed, even a little longer, I’d never be able to leave. Just once I called him, hysterical, as I awoke from that summer’s reverie and realized that I could have an STD. I badgered him about his partners, whether he’d been tested, was he sure. It was the last time we spoke. 

In any case, I am thankful for that savage boy and what he taught me about who I am. I hope that today he has a couple kids and a beautiful wife with whom he has absolutely unhinged sex. I hope they still call him Skeeter. 

[jackiehadel1]

ORLANDO, FLORIDA STREET ART: DUMPSTER FIRES

A tribute to Keith Haring by Orlando-based artist Danny Rock I think this is from artist Johnny Copper 1july24 parking lot behind Framework Coffee

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407 street scenes

[feelingravityspull]

Thinking about traveling somewhere this spring, maybe even to Europe. Spain seems so romantic, the dry hills and sleepy afternoons, or Italy, which almost seems too obvious a choice, with the art and history and everything. I have a friend who's managed to travel all over with very modest means, and I thought: very little of interest has happened in my life, and it's really been a matter of personal choice and timidity. So maybe it's about time.

I lost all my pictures from my California trip from two falls ago, but my girlfriend sent me this picture, flying over the Sierra Nevada:

A year before that was my trip to Florida with my family. Florida (and California) was very beautiful, and two moments in particular often return, that (forgive the prose) I hold in my palm like two little gems: one, a quiet morning in late April, the sunlight falling so dazzlingly through the leaves, alone except for the small lizards and an ibis, a bird that seemed to me to step out of myth onto the board walk in front of me. And another: we'd rented jet-skis and taken them out into the Gulf. They're so loud and brash, jet-skis, fun for sure -- but after a while we all slowed to a stop, and it was silent so far out, the condos and hotels distant on the white sand and the still waters stretching on endlessly. I hopped off to float for a while. It was a peaceful feeling, kind of uncertain and undefined but still peaceful. Those are just the kind of innocuous little things that stick with me.

When I was little, and my grandmother was still alive, we'd take summer vacations out in Montauk, at the easternmost tip of my Long Island. It was usually just us kids, my mother and hers, for a few days in the summer. We had so much fun, though it was essentially the same beach we had at home. I can remember bonfires on the beach at night, and misty days when the sand, sky and roaring waves all blended together in the same white. Gram seemed to always be smiling, always singing some little song she'd made up, just to share some of her joy. She had a favorite store in town, a little cramped knick-knacks and odds-and-ends type place; we'd walk the few blocks from the hotel and she'd sing, "A Lit-tle Bit of Ev-'ry-thing!"

She always loved to shop. She never drove, so she'd take the bus down to the mall where she could spend all day. Maybe she liked the faux-urban environment of a shopping mall out in suburbia. She was a city girl at heart and was resistant when my grandfather decided to white-flight out of Brooklyn to the middle of nowhere -- "the sticks" as she called it. On weekends, they'd drive out from the city to see their new house being built, a cookie-cutter American split level with barely enough room to fit their five kids and mother-in-law. My mother, number six, was the only sibling born outside of Brooklyn, a fact she resents.

My grandmother died when I was seven, some 16 years before her husband. He grieved for a long, long time. He loved her dearly, and he showed it. With us kids in the car, he would play his John Denver CD, and cry, and cry, and cry. He was of that type of big-strong-military man, but he was never afraid to show his love, to his wife especially. She was different. My grandfather told me, years after her death, how she was embarrassed to hold hands with him, or sit together on the couch with company around. He came from money, apparently, a well-to-do family, raised the right way. She didn't. Her father was a drunk. They met as teenagers, on the train in the 40s. Damn, what was I talking about again?

[eleanorandphantom]

For the DR ask game 💙

— 🍏 CRISP GREEN APPLE … what’s a memory from your childhood in your DR that stands out amongst the others? the edges of the picture are crisp, it may not be particularly good or bad—but intricately memorable

— 🍅 SCARLET TOMATO … what’s the juiciest secret you’ve ever kept or will keep in your DR? the kind of scandalous thing that would positively burst into drama if revealed

— 🍊 SUNSET CITRUS ORANGE … what’s your favorite kind of outing to go on in your DR, with your friends, family, or your partner? whether it’s a classy art gallery, a carefree rocky beach, or an urban jaunt to the mall, you know you’ll have a good time every time

{+ if you have an s/o}

— 🍉 JUICY WATERMELON … what’s your favorite thing about your lover in your DR? the way they smell like home, how they make your chest hurt with laughter, how they take care of you. maybe the way their hair falls in their face just so

EEEEEEEK IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK THIS!!!! Thank you so much!!

I will be answering from my MPHFPC DR self, Eleanor Peregrine :>

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1. 🍏

The first time I’ve ever created my own loop. The sparks I felt coming from my hands, my wings being in flames, seeing the world spin around me as I floated in the air. The wind whipping around me and then it all stopped. It paused, time paused for me. I looked around the once powerful waves of the Wales ocean, now still as a stone. And once I set my pocket watch back, everything went back to motion. The loop was inside of the already created 1940 loop in Cairnholm, and it spanned a few feet wide, it wasn’t much, but it was my first loop. The intense feelings of pride and excitement and exhilaration flowed through my veins like nothing else. That was the moment I felt how truly powerful I was

2. 🍅

I promised myself to never tell this to Emma, but once Abe left, Miss P would ask me to go outside the loop to check in on him at different points of his life. No normal ever saw me, as normals see me as a mourning Dove while peculiar folk see me in my white-phoenix form. I was there when Abe got married, when Franklin and Susan were born, I watched them grow up. I remember how disappointed Abe was that they weren’t peculiar, but he loved them greatly. I would report back to Miss P after every visit, she loved him as her own son and it made her happy to know he was safe and had his own family. it was years later that I went back to check in on Abe, as Miss P decided it was time to stop meddling and let him move on. But now, I left on my own reasons. I had gone to visit Abe give him hell about not answering Emma’s letters, because the week before I came to visit she had a full mental breakdown because of some shit Enoch said about Abe leaving her behind. She begged me to check in on him and to find any form of consolation. But when I got to Florida, it was 7-year old Jacob who answered the door. I was stunned, I could basically see the peculiarness fuming off of him. I introduced myself as a relative to Abe’s neighbor as to not cause suspicion. I ended up giving Abe hell later that day after hanging out with Jacob for a bit. when I got back to Cairnholm, I couldn’t allow myself to tell Emma about Jacob, after I told Emma about Abe getting married and having kids, she wouldn’t speak for months. Now if she knew he had a grandkid, I couldn’t let that happen again. It would be only until Jacob got to Cairnholm that she found out, and thankfully it went well.

3. 🍊

Of course I’m going to say the hidden part of the beach at Cairnholm. We’ve spend endless hours there, it is our go to place for every hang out, date, or party. We walk the beach twice every day, we go swimming, we practice our peculiarities without worrying there would be normals. It is our sanctuary, where we can be us, and not be confined in the house. We can breathe as we run through the thick forestry to get out to the cold waters.

4. 🍉

(so I made a recent change to my MPHFPC script, as well as the rest of my scripts, that my S/O in all of my DR’s is my boyfriend in my CR)

I’m about to rant a lil bit teehee

THE WAY THIS MAN OH MY LAWD-

He is so sweet and gentle and funny and cute and silly and smart OH MY BIRDS HE IS SO SMART

He looks at me like I am the world in his palm, he kisses me like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, he holds me so tight that all I can feel is our warmth and our hearts beating. I’ve never felt so much love and affection and mutual respect for another person. I could never choose one favorite part of him, because everything about him is perfect to me. Yet I understand his flaws, his own burdens, his angst, and I accept and love every bit of him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

thank you so much for the ask, I love answering things about my DRs and it brings me so much motivation ❤️

Happy shifting everyone!!! ♾️