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AUGH, THEM OLD LOVERS
(Post Part 27)
Udo Shrine is a real shrine in modern-day Nichinan. Nichinan's only been around since the Meiji Restoration, so in the mid-1800s, the area would've likely been referred to as the greater Hyuuga province. Travel was also heavily restricted by the Edo government (Sakamoto Ryouma, the person Tatsuma is based off of, ran into so many issues with that policy.), but with the proper authorization, travel was possible.
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#yes suzuran and maizou live a happily married life for all of their years OK?#this is important to me#gintama#how to train your kami#imai nobume#rotten maizou#sasaki isaburo#suzuran#I traced the shrine i'm sorry xD#architecture and I are not friends#(the photo was from wikipedia--link provided)#comic
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They could have been BFFs
#danny phantom#vlad masters#jazz fenton#meta#danny breaks down vlad's front door to find his arch nemesis & his big sister#wearing matching pink bathrobes & spa masks & painting each other's nails#while having an absolutely incomprehensible conversation about medieval eastern european architecture#(does jazz even have any friends? is she one of those lonely gifted kids?)#she & vlad are both so chatty & gregarious. same strong/overbearing bulldozer personalities#their mall crawls would be epic#& with jazz's penchant for psychology vlad would be an endless source of intrigue#vlad sobbing on the phone‚ eyeliner smeared down his cheeks: i just don't know what to do jasmine#jazz: *sighs and pulls her dsm-v off the shelf*#whenever jazz has had her fill of her family's insanity#she goes & spends the weekend with vlad#because his brand of insanity is different & she needs a break#plus vlad makes the best roszke
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what draws you back to your country what draws you back to your land when i was a kid i told myself if i ever left iran i'd never go back 2 years into living in the UK i started looking at news on iran again 10 years in and i visited it for the first time again and today i heard an iranian mother talk in farsi to her child on the train to london the way my mother used to and i wanted to cry i wanted to ask her whether they're still cutting the mountaintops whether the lakes are still drying today i showed the person i was with pictures of waterfalls and palaces and forests and snow-white north something odd pulls me back with increasing force i can't ignore it ever again
#i just dont know how else to tell you everything !!! santoor from a different room the large family gathering the black tea with saffron#drank out of delicate glass and gold vessels cold marble on hot nights big stars big rivers big mountains#visible from busy tehran roads the ease of conversation tension eased by sarcasm tall tall cliffsides you drive by#rushing to put on headscarves before the head teacher comes in a rave by the base of damavand massive sun pastel purple skies#disjunct architecture trucks on road sides with fresh fruits pomegranates watermelons oranges everywhere#the smell of golpar on tangerines beautiful girls in tehran holding hands bautiful boys in kermanshah speaking kurdish the janky#cars on the verge of breakdown held together by love caspian sea lighting up in spring staying up into the morning on noruz#my friends uncle sang and played setar his son played the violin a little fear a lot of love remnants of something#grand carved into the cliffside everything feels bigger taller the landscape swallows you it smells like#illegally imported wine and orange blossoms and auntie's tahchin soaking your eyes in warm tea when youre sick#tomatoes and salt concrete and stone something mandmade and something raw new flag old resilience#the anger getting to us bruised eyes big grin all i know is the north i feel sorry my mother asks if id be okay#if they got a place in tajikistan we love each other enough dont we? when we look in the mirror we see each other. theres a love letter#across the border and it says I MISS YOU IM GLAD YOURE DOING BETTER itll never be the same im not okay with it at all there are no more#stars i miss jumping over big fires i miss our fireworks im sorry we cant be happy anymore everyone#leaves the mint and rosewater and sunlight for a reason.#it's not pride it's just generational regret
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The Good Perch
“You would think,” Captain Sunlight said drily, “That a spaceport organized enough to have a whole section for courier ships would have a more visible labeling system.”
“Yeah, really,” I agreed with a frown at the small sign marking our ship’s berth. The thing was barely ankle-height and a thin font. Not even a bright color; it hardly stood out from the pavement in its gray-and-black subtlety. With all the spacefarers parading past in a rainbow of body types and clothing styles, not to mention the equally wild spaceships everywhere, those signs were easy to miss. I asked the captain, “Have you been here before? Is this normal, or did the wrong person take charge of designing things?”
“It’s been a while,” said Captain Sunlight, crossing her scaly arms. “I don’t recall this being a problem before. But I suspect our wayward client is still wandering the walkways looking for us.”
“Normally I’d say our ship would stand out, but the visibility’s not great for that either.” Lemon-shaped spaceships with foldable solar sails were pretty uncommon. The one parked behind us would have been easy to spot from a distance if not for the larger ships looming close on either side. These berths were too close together.
Captain Sunlight pulled her phone out of a belt pouch. “Still says they’re on the way.”
“Maybe we need to scoot forward a bit?” I suggested. “Make the ship easier to see?” I stepped up to the walkway for a better look at the view from there.
This turned out to give someone else a better view of me.
“Hey, person who climbs things!” called a cheerful voice. “Come help me brace this.”
After a confused half-second, I located the speaker on top of the gray-brown ship next to ours. I realized with a start that this wasn’t the first time our ships had been parked side-by-side. “Hey, Acorn!” I called back. “Are you waiting for clients too?”
“We were,” the fellow courier called back, waving something that looked like a wrench. She herself still looked like a baboon crossed with a crocodile. “Now it’s time for errands and maintenance, and this needs fixing before we get back into space. Care to give me a hand? Everybody else is either busy or too much of a coward to get up this high.”
“Sure thing!” I said with a glance at Captain Sunlight, who was waving me on. “What’s the best way up?”
Acorn directed me to a row of handholds on the other side of the ship, which made for a nice easy climb. A pity her crewmates didn’t appreciate heights; the spaceport was a beautiful, chaotic sprawl of color from here. And the top of the ship was flat enough to feel plenty safe.
“Welcome to the good perch,” Acorn said, offering me a wrench. “It’s a very exclusive club. Can you hold this part in place so I can adjust that?”
“Absolutely,” I told her. “This end, right? Wait, got it.” I actually had no idea what this open panel was for, but I like to think I hid it well. The job was a simple one with two of us. I could see how it would have been awkward with just one, though. I wondered if she’d resorted to using her feet to hold things in place. I sure would have.
“Got it!” she said. “Now to close it all up. I knew that would be quick.”
I removed the wrench. “What’s the saying? More hands means less work?”
“Makes sense to me. Though by that logic, your friend there could get everything done by himself.”
I looked down to see that Mur had joined Captain Sunlight, in all his many-tentacled squidlike glory. “He probably could, actually. Though I don’t know how he is with heights.”
“Well, no need to share the good perch,” Acorn announced, snapping the panel shut. She spread her arms. “Look at this panorama!”
“It is a nice one! I was just thinking that. What kind of ship is that blobby green one over there? I haven’t seen it before.”
Acorn stood up for a better look. “I think it’s a Waterwill design?”
“That makes sense.” I got to my feet too, glad the ship we stood on wasn’t one of the shiny racer models. Those were much too slippery to make good sightseeing towers.
Not that Acorn seemed bothered either way. She probably would have found grippy shoes somewhere and run up the side just to prove she could. Her appreciation for climbing had been a nice change the first time I ran into her, and was no different now, given how much time I spent among alien crewmates who didn’t have tree-swinging monkeys in their family trees.
“That ship looks like it would make an excellent climbing structure,” she said, pointing at a pink model with grooves along the sides. “Pity it belongs to a security force who are likely to be uptight about such things.”
I laughed. “Isn’t that always the way of it? There’s a police station in my hometown with a roof that slopes down to meet a very climbable wall, and you have no idea how tempting it looked. Well. Maybe you know.”
She definitely understood, and we spent an enjoyable few minutes talking about which buildings and spaceships looked like the most fun to climb.
Then I spotted someone wandering from one berth marker to the next, looking both lost and a little nearsighted, and I had a suspicion that I’d found our missing client. This was a fellow human wearing the kind of drapey clothes that spoke of dignity and no little wealth. Her expression was exactly the kind I’d wear if I had to deal with those hard-to-read signs long enough to be late.
“Hey Captain!” I called down to Sunlight. “Is that her?” I pointed.
Captain Sunlight hurried forward with her phone out, matching the look of the person with an image there.
Yup. Called it.
Acorn chuckled while the pair of them exchanged greetings and complaints about the station layout. “Nice one. The wisdom of the heights strikes again. Do they need you down there now?”
“Probably,” I said. “Actually not yet, this package is a small one. Mur’s got it.” As I spoke, Mur pushed a hovercart forward with a box on it liberally covered in “fragile” stickers. It had a carrying handle on the top, which it had come with, and rubber bumpers on every corner, which Paint had added just to be safe. All precautions had been taken.
“Oh good,” Acorn said. “Then enjoy the view with me a little longer.” She bent to pull something from the toolbag’s side pocket. “Top-of-the-tree snack?”
“Are those the ones you’re named for?” I asked, remembering a conversation the last time I’d seen her. Translations being what they were, her name meant a similar nut from her homeworld. It had been an amusing conversation, since we were both named after things found in trees. She didn’t know what a robin was, but once I explained it, she claimed to have met a number of people back home with similar names.
“Yes, the salted version,” Acorn said, opening the bag. “I recall these were on the safe list for your species.”
“Safe and tasty,” I agreed. “Thank you.” I accepted a handful of alien acorns and marveled quietly at how universal salt was on snacks. Well, for some species. I don’t think Waterwills or Strongarms were that into overly salty food in general. Probably for slug-like reasons. Eggskin the medic would know. I should ask him later.
Acorn peered over the other side of the ship. “Ohh, Riverbrook’s wearing his goofy helmet. I owe him some acoustics since he played that loud music while I was working.” She crouched, peering down at a crewmate who had just emerged. With care, she selected a nut from the bag. “Think you can thwack him from here?” The grin she threw over her shoulder was full of teeth.
I joined her at the edge. “I like my odds.”
The crewmate was one of those people made of crystals instead of flesh. I forget the species name. Very interesting to look at, and unlikely to be hurt by a high velocity acorn no matter where it hit. The helmet was golden, shiny, and probably a fashion statement of some kind.
“First we throw, then we hide.”
“Got it.”
“One, two, throw!”
Ping! Ping!
“Ow, what was — Acorn, is this yours?!”
We both giggled in childlike glee, just out of sight.
“No thanks, you can have it!” Acorn called back.
“I’m going to put this in your fruit drink next mealtime.”
“Good luck with that!”
I nodded. “Ah, a prank war. A noble pursuit.”
“See, you get it.” Acorn offered me more nuts.
I took them and made myself more comfortable. “I don’t suppose you know what a rattlesnake is?”
“Nope.”
“Then let me tell you about the time I got Trrili — the big scary Mesmer on my ship — with a classic prank from Earth.”
“Oh, do tell!”
I didn’t have to get back to my ship for a few minutes yet, which left plenty of time for more anecdotes and snacks on the good perch.
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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!
#my writing#The Token Human#humans are weird#humans are space orcs#haso#hfy#eidw#writblr#writeblr#science fiction#that bit about the police station is true btw#not my hometown but a nearby one#I first saw that bit of architecture when I was actively doing parkour on a weekly basis#its existence haunts me#they say to write what you know#I have also thrown acorns at people from up a tree#that's good fun#and the rattlesnake prank is from that other story#'What’s a Minor Heart Attack Between Friends?'#also good fun
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#plants#horticulture#botany#landscape architecture#me in all of my landscape/botany-related classes#I do like ornamentals (I really do) but they're not special interest grabby like other things#I go to friends for plant IDs and latin names#they come to me for orchard design and ecological considerations#nd#dungeon meshi
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Im afraid he and his roommate got to me
#I don’t even play Genshin Impact#and yet#I’ve been asking my friend about the genshin lore n stuff like#how do visions work#and what the visions are#and also character relevant stuff like#woahhhh kaveh architect#remember when I was an architecture student#horrible times tbh lol#art#genshin kaveh#I was supposed to post this on his birthday but… I couldn’t#his design is so hard#so many details
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It's kind of annoying to see some depict Annabeth as not having/being able to have relationships, especially friendships, outside of Percy or them having a connection to him as well in some way. I'm not saying that she can't be paired with people who are also friends with Percy, I'm mainly talking about it from this perspective---if Percy and Rachel can be friends with one another without connecting back to Annabeth, the she can have the same. Like, sometimes whenever I read fics that mention Annabeth having a relationship with Connor, there always seems to be a mention of Percy in some way (either Connor being dropped for him or being used as a way to make him jealous), but that's long since stopped when it comes to Rachel being added (which is good because my girl was fighting for her life in this fandom). Not even just Connor, but I would like to see more of Annabeth's life highlighted outside of Percy and sometimes even outside of the big hero quest that she goes on. I want to see more of her interactions with Grover, Silena, the Stolls, Clarisse, etc. And this isn't any hate or shade to Percy, because I love him, but he's given more depth at times (when done right because fanon!Percy can be...) than Annabeth, even though they both are complex characters.
#percy jackson#pjo#annabeth chase#i love my girl annabeth & need more people to give her more depth than being “a stoic genius”#she's emotional! she's a crier! she shuts down and shuts people out! she's physically affectionate! give her more!#and also maybe contrary but whatever i do think that her and rachel could be friends without it retaining back to percy#but a lot in fandom from what ive seen can't do that for them and it makes me sad#like annaneth with her architecture meeting rachel's artistic creativity-- the possibilities are endless#connor was annabeth's first kiss and i stand by that (after she drop kicked him for the spider thing)#again this isn't any hate to percy (any percy hate will not be tolerated here!) just an observation#also with more added to annabeth's character means a deeper analysis of her relationship with her father 🫢#im just rambling lol
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The fact that Symmetra’s seemingly only childhood friend was a boy she fundamentally disagreed with everything about and disliked pretty much everything that he stood for - and that it was exactly the same for him - is so so so funny to me. Unlikeable neurodivergent bitches gotta stick together
#overwatch#lifeweaver#Symmetra#symweaver#Niran with his undiagnosed ADHD: there is NOTHING I hate more than rigid structure and order and rules#kid Symmetra: ohhh I can’t not befriend him#and in reverse ofc Satya like i wish I could live in a beautiful dream world where everything is made from-#-the same generic futuristic architecture and that one corporation owned it all 🙏#and Niran who’s still treating the poison ivy in his nethers bc he slept in the woods again is like omg .. did we just become besties#I’m serious when I say this this is the best lore related thing Overwatch has done in years. maybe ever#I just love that they gave Sym a friend like LW. absolute MESS of a man who absolutely adores her#this was supposed to go on my side blog but I drafted it to main by accident and I’m not rewriting all these tags#so Overwatch text post be upon ye
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this is about lila&tina btw.
#ferranteposting#tina dissappears -> balance is disturbed -> lila dissappears to reestablish the balance#lila studying the city's history to crack the code of its equilibrium -> realisation that change is repetitive ->#nothing is sudden it's just that all of the steps leading up to something can't be in possession of a single human ->#once lila's daughter is fed to the city the equilibrium is so drastically disturbed lila has no ground to stand on#-> if she has no ground to stand on she is more free to give up being a person -> lila tricks the city#it isn't the city that gets to feast on lila it's lila that gets to feast on the city. she isn't a shadow she is the unshakable pillar#she isn't a person anymore she has dispersed -> she is given information about all the steps hidden behind everything sudden#conclusion? lila dissappears -> lila is reunited with tina#this stands on its own two legs no matter what lila the person has done. because there has been a clean surgical cut#between lila's past and lila's all-consuming presence as a historical and architectural point#is this where i drop the imaginary microphone????#lila cerullo 🫀#l'amica geniale#s4 spoilers#book 4 spoilers#my brilliant friend spoilers#l'amica geniale spoilers
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Ngl watching the shuffle board video I was just thinking about the interior architecture of their kitchen because their walls are curved …. the monetary implications of it all …
#not to geek out but curved walls are expensive asf to do#my best friend does interior architecture 😎 I learned a thing or two#amazingphil#dnp#dan and phil#dan howell
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if life was perfect there would be a tranquility base hotel + casino film. send post.
#like cmonnnn#just imagine#paranoia and bittersweetness and overwhelming urgency and 10 minute long shots of alex turner just smoking a cigarette in the bar#the choatic 70s decor against all that liminal space#AND THE ARCHITECTURE SHOTS OH MY GOD THE ARCHITECTURE SHOTS WOULD BE SO BEAUTIFUL#and that undercurrent of pure unease going through the whole thing where everything just seems *off* but nothing is uncovered#and the soundtrack would be obvious-#along with that weird beeping thing in the 4 out of 5 mv#an entire scene about the bittersweetness of pictures of friends on the wall that arent really friends anymore#it all just feels like a dream youre about to wake from#all the extra characters would be sickingly charming with an edge of just pure confusion#cant forget the homoerotic undertones#i need to protagonist to get halfblind drunk and stumble about in the dark of a backroom of a bad dream#i NEED mark sauntering about answering the batphone and doing that mad twirly thing with the line cable#i NEEEED miles kane to be in every single fecking scene#i need lola and jeany and lizzie and all the other names in the tracks to have their own wee choatic monologues#i need- to just shut up and open another script document#at this point im just taking notes i might aswell start writing the bloody thing#is my obsession showing yet? i sure hope so.#GO TO BED NOVA FOR CHRIST SAKE#tranquility base hotel and casino#tbhc#tbh+c#arctic monkeys#my post
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other hermits bother to explain their theme and concept for the season. welsknight puts down spruce and stone and you’re like “is he gonna build a” and then. well. 10 episodes later.
Who could’ve seen this coming
#told my friend hes like bob the astronaut from the lego movie but with medieval architecture#I CAN JUST TELL ITS SO UNCONSCIOUS. HE DOESN’T EVEN CONSIDER AN ALTERNATIVE#OF COURSE HES BUILDING A CASTLE.#i got exactly what was on the tin watching his pov and honestly#im very pleased. his videos are soothing and grounded
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#2014 nostalgia#2014 tumblr#aesthetic#art#spotify#2014 aesthetic#2014 grunge#design#old tumblr#lorde#friends#architecture#bremen#makeup#eyeliner#pastel hair#pastel#lilac#i miss 2014#hello kitty#kitty#diy#shoes#converse
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a driving force in the rain
#anthro art#rat anthro#rat furry#architecture#background art#comic art#this is a 2 panel comic#idk if u can tell lol#my friend couldn’t#so idk if i will do it again#more building practice. this time some japanese buildings#i uploaded this to ig earlier & it was too dark & terrible quality#so i tried to fix it & it still looked like crap#i’m literally on my last nerve with ig#i rly hate it#just gonna take a break i think. i’ll still be here tho#i rlyyy hope this doesnt show up too dark lmao
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You’re fucking embarrassing. Changing races of characters that have great representation in them and changing them to some random black race. Not everyone has to be fucking black and your blackwashing the shit out of them. If you want a black character, make your own oc. You’re a racist piece of shit, blackwashing characters that don’t need to be. Chongyun’s fucking chinese and your making him rcta by making him Caribbean and bahamian? Embarrassing.
If you want black ppl so much, go fly off to africa and get yourself a black dick there.
bro’s fr in our asks having an aneurysm about a character that is NOT REAL ☠️. crying over a nigga that has a big blue glowing sword… this is genshin bruh… do you understand the concept of r e p r e s e n t a t i o n? only a mf who breathes fan-fiction behaves this way.
btw you can’t be bahamian and caribbean. that’s like saying you’re south american and argentinian… does that make a lick of sense, sweetheart?
secondly, this has nothing to do with africa. the bahamas is NOT located in africa, so pls get your geographical prowess aligned before addressing my friend. also, there’s black dick… everywhere. NOT just in africa. pls be so fr for two seconds. there is also white dick in africa … africa is quite literally racially diverse ☠️
you’re in our asks crying about this when there’s black fanart of an asian character… everywhere. you’re mad at… headcanons… THIS is so embarrassing. needa address that ph balance before me cuh… leman making black hc’s (that aren’t canon btw) isn’t harming anyone but you. yet we’re racist? how? tell me? pls? pretty please 🥹? let me know?
besides, would you rather want us to easily and proudly represent a race that we’re completely familiar with or not? ‘cause it’s very much HARD to write chinese culture without making a mistake, no matter how much research you do. we want to creatively write properly. no one can write a better black character than a black individual.
and with that, we’re officially turning off anonymous asks. i’m not very fond of pussies… anyways, speaking of black ocs, Y’ALL WE GOT MORE OCS OTW ‼️‼️‼️‼️
anyway, moral of the story, 🎶he’s transracial, transracial🎶:
#anyways guys#itto is black and hispanic#kaveh knows so much about african culture and traditions#he even knows much about their traditional architectural house designs#ALHAITHAM LOVES BLACK WOMEN AAAAAAAAAAAA#he also likes hip hop#i mean look at those headphones#nigga listens to beats#cyno is black#that’s it#dehya is also black#not to mention candace#ei has black friends where the FUCK did she get PERIOD from#genshin impact#genshin#genshin imagines
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i miss my best friend
#since i flew back home i keep thinking about moving back to [province] to live with her like she offered#even though it would be sooo detrimental to my education and career path#like i can't study historical architecture/heritage cons there. at all.#but my friends are there#p
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