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Ship of Fools

Attack for @smangethe

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Le château de Noisy (Miranda), château de conte de fée disparu

Nouvel article publié sur https://www.2tout2rien.fr/chateau-de-noisy-chateau-miranda-conte-de-fee/

Le château de Noisy (Miranda), château de conte de fée disparu

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Best Architecture Colleges in India: Fees, Salary, and More

To know about the best architecture colleges in India, just click on the link. Next, it will give you information about the most renowned architecture colleges in the country such as IIT Roorkee, Parul University (Vadodara), Manipal School of Architecture and Planning (Manipal) and Lovely Professional University (Jalandhar).

The future of architecture in India is very bright, as the developing country is undergoing rapid urbanization, and the demand for new and innovative buildings is increasing rapidly. In fact, the average salary of an architect is around 16,00,000 LPA (INR).

By following the link you will be able to know about these colleges in detail, such as their course fees, rankings, salary packages, popular architecture programs and other similar information.

Having a clear idea about all these things will definitely help you choose the best architecture college.

Tap the Link below to get the detailed information about Best Architecture Colleges in India.

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MV School of Architecture Quota Fees | Edudunia

Sir MV School of Architecture is one of the reputed architecture institutions in Bangalore. Top Courses at MV School of Architecture – B.Arch on Architecture. Get the details of Courses, Fees Structures, Admissions Process, Placements and Facilities!

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20 Best Places to Visit in India

 Deeply traditional yet endlessly surprising, India is one of those destinations that ends up on every traveler's bucket list at some point. They might dream of going to Agra to see the Taj Mahal in all its glory, or exploring the royal palaces scattered throughout Rajasthan. Others find themselves attracted to the jaw-dropping landscapes in Darjeeling and Rishikesh, or the postcard-perfect beaches in Goa.

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TU Delft QuTech Scholarship 2023 – TU Delft QuTech scholarship program 2023 applications are opened for the students to apply for this scholarship program to study in Netherlands. QuTech scholarship 2023 is provided by the Delft University of Technology (TU Delft) to the students to study their degree program. International students who want to study their degree program in Netherlands and that…

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School [sic] of Asawa

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Just casually thinking of Mafia/Made man Toji. (au)

Mafia/ Made Man Toji

is just a man who ended up inheriting his uncle's spot as the head of Zenin Mafia after trying to stay out the family business

Mafia/ Made man Toji

only really deals with his family's affairs if it's a Lil drug pushing and a money laundering, maybe a hit here and there. After all it's good money and he's trained for it.

Mafia/Made man Toji

always lied about what his family does or their affairs to hide the truth from you.

Mafia/ Made man Toji

met you when he was just 'working' in his uncle's Naobito's mechanic shop and street racing. Well, that's what he told you but that wasn't the only thing he did to make money. He never wanted you involved or knowing the details. He would always brush off your questions with a casual smile saying it was just another long day at the shop.

Mafia/Made Man Toji

didn’t want to be in the family business, but running it became second nature to him. The Zenin name carried weight, and with it came responsibilities—drug deals, money laundering, and keeping everything quiet enough for the authorities to stay out of the way. He handled everything with precision, keeping his emotions locked away when it came to business.

Mafia/Made Man Toji

balanced his nights between mafia meetings and the one thing that truly made him feel free—street racing. The roar of engines, the smell of burning rubber, and the thrill of pushing his metallic purple ‘67 Eleanor Mustang to its limits were the only moments he felt alive. He’d tinker in the shop for hours, perfecting every detail of his cars, and you couldn’t help but admire the focus in his eyes when he worked. It was one of the reasons you were drawn to him.

Mafia/Made Man Toji

never fully let the stress show. He’d flick his lighter open, the faint click signaling the start of his usual routine. That first drag from his cigarette or blunt always calmed him down, and you found yourself mesmerized by the way he inhaled, lips curling around the filter, smoke swirling around him like a promise of something forbidden. You tried to resist it, knowing you shouldn't be drawn in by the danger he exuded, but Toji had a gravity about him, pulling you in closer every time.

Mafia/Made man Toji

loved spoiling you with his earnings, you wanted money for school fees paid done, wanted your nails and hair done, paid for. You wanted that new Jacquemus or Diesel bag done. He loved sewing you dressed to th3 nth in your fav brands you wanted.

Mafia/Made Man Toji

would come home to you, covered in bruises, blood on his knuckles. You never asked where it came from, and he never explained. His kisses were always rough after nights like that, like he was trying to forget who he was and what he’d done.

Mafia/Made Man Toji

would come home late, his knuckles bruised, tension rolling off him in waves. You never asked what happened, sensing the weight of his silence. He would hold you tightly, as if grounding himself, the unspoken words heavy in the air between you.

Mafia/Made Man Toji

had a way of compartmentalizing things—mafia business on one side, racing on the other, and you somewhere in the middle. Despite everything, he still encouraged you to follow your passion for architecture and interior design, often telling you how he imagined his future home—sleek, modern, with your touch in every room. He liked to tease you about it, saying, “You’ll design it, right? You’re the only one I trust.”

Mafia/Made Man Toji

was complicated—dark, secretive, and intense, but there was a softness he reserved just for you. Even on his worst days, when his hands were rough and his eyes stormy, he’d sit with you, listening as you talked about your projects, always supporting your dreams even if he couldn't escape his own reality.

Mafia/Made Man Toji

would often return home in the early hours of the morning, smelling like smoke and gasoline. You’d ask where he had been, worry creeping into your voice, but he would just brush it off with that same lazy smile. “Just the usual,” he’d say, running a hand through his hair and leaning in to kiss you, distracting you from the questions piling up in your mind. But deep down, you knew there was more to the story. You could see the tension in his shoulders, the heaviness in his eyes when he thought you weren’t looking.

Mafia/Made Man Toji’s

secrets started to take a toll on your relationship. The fights became more frequent—sharp words exchanged over dinner, accusations thrown in frustration. You hated the way he shut you out, keeping you at a distance when all you wanted was to be close to him. “I know something’s wrong, Toji,” you’d argue, your voice trembling with emotion. “Why won’t you just tell me the truth?”

Mafia/Made Man Toji

would get quiet then, his jaw clenched, eyes darkening. “You don’t want to know,” he’d say, voice low and final. And that was the end of it. No matter how hard you pushed, he wouldn’t let you in. The walls he had built were too thick, and every time you tried to break through, it only pushed him further away.

Mafia/Made Man Toji

started staying out later, disappearing for days. When he did come back, the secrets he kept weighed heavy between you. You started noticing the way he looked at you—like he was hiding something dangerous.

Mafia/Made Man Toji

made sure you knew the stakes everytime he touched you, his hand slipping beneath your clothes, lips brushing your ear, “You’re mine. Don’t forget that.”

Mafia/Made Man Toji

was never gentle with you, he loved fucking you like he hated the ground you walked on while saying the nastiest and most vile things in your ear. He loved tying you up, choking you, biting you, scratching you the works

" Come on love, you keep pushing my buttons and prying where you're not supposed to now open up and let me fuck some sense into that pretty head of yours ""You just love soaking me when we fuck don't you yn. You stay wet me for me always""Don't get quiet on me now Ma, you weren't quiet when you were picking a fight earlier, shout my name just like you was when you was cussin me""Come sit on my face, I'm thirsty for your taste"

Mafia/Made Man Toji

would get quiet when you asked him about his whereabouts and where all this money is coming from. His jaw clenched, eyes darkening. “You don’t want to know,” he’d say, voice low and final. And that was the end of it. No matter how hard you pushed, he wouldn’t let you in. The walls he had built were too thick, and every time you tried to break through, it only pushed him further away.

Mafia/Made Man Toji’s

love for street racing and the mafia world began to consume him after each fight. The more you fought, the more time he spent away from home, losing himself in the adrenaline of the races or the cold efficiency of the family business. His friends—Sukuna, Geto, and Gojo—became his constant companions, his right-hand men in both the underground world and the street racing scene. They saw him spiraling, slipping further into the life he had once tried to avoid.

Mafia/Made man Toji

grew tired of you pushing him and broke it off. He watched you cuss him out, cry and he knew he couldn't stay the arguments were too much and he knew the secrets were getting to you. He dropped 15k on the table and took his stuff and left your shared apartment.

Mafia/Made Man Toji’s

friends knew he wasn’t the same since you left. After the breakup, it was like a switch had flipped inside him. He stopped trying to keep the two worlds separate. He stopped caring about the line he had drawn between you and the dark life he was part of. The pain of losing you had pushed him deeper into the mafia's clutches, the responsibilities of running the Zenin family weighing heavily on him. Without you there to keep him grounded, he fell harder into the business—deeper deals, more dangerous nights, and a growing numbness that even his love for racing couldn’t fix.

Mafia/Made Man Toji’s

friends watched in silence as he spiraled, helpless to pull him out of the hole he was digging for himself. Sukuna would often shake his head, trying to get through to him. “You’re not yourself, Toji,” he’d say, watching as Toji barely listened. Geto, like a brother to him, knew better than to push too hard, but even he couldn’t ignore the change. Gojo, with his carefree attitude, would joke about how Toji was living fast, but even he knew there was something broken inside him now.

Mafia/Made Man Toji,

despite everything, couldn’t forget you. Late at night, when the smoke had cleared and the adrenaline had worn off, he’d find himself thinking about you—about the way you used to look at him with so much hope, about the future you’d both dreamed of before everything fell apart. But now, those dreams felt too far away, replaced by the cold reality of the life he was trapped in.

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Le magnifique village de Eguisheim, l'un des plus beaux villages de France

Nouvel article publié sur https://www.2tout2rien.fr/eguisheim-plus-beaux-villages-de-france/

Le magnifique village de Eguisheim, l'un des plus beaux villages de France

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✨Artist References Photos✨

Over the years I took a variety of photos of architecture, nature and costumes to use as reference in my art. And I've been sharing them - some for free (donation based) and some for a small fee - on my Gumroad.

Feel free to head over to my Gumroad here and have a look!

🍀 If you find these useful at all, please spread the word. 🍀

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Laila reached out to me to help share her fundraiser. She is a 22-year-old Palestinian architecture student urgently raising money to evacuate Gaza and continue her education in Cairo. She has only raised €2,489 out of her €35,000 goal so far! Please donate, and if you can’t donate, please share!

From Laila’s GFM:

My name is Laila Auda. I’m writing to you while my heart is heavy, my tears are pouring down out of fear and despair. My only shimmer of hope to achieve my dream of being an Architect relies on you.

I’m 22-year-old dreamer and 178 days genocide survivor. I’ve endured unimaginable hardships including four major aggressions and countless military escalations. I’m still reluctant to believe that I’m reliving the 177th day of the fifth war in my prime years. Not only have these wars destroyed my dreams, but they have also deepened my trauma and depression.

In 2018, I was granted the opportunity of a lifetime through the ACCESS Micro scholarship Program funded by the US Department of State for 2 years English learning.

In 2020 I graduated from Arafat for gifted high school with honor degree 94.4%. And I was granted to a scholarship for 2 years in EL-UNRWA College pursuing my dream of being an Architect. In addition of finishing 3 external courses of software's used in architecture beside the college. I’ve put immense amount of pressure on my back to fulfill my dreams in my early twenties, having a message of being an inspiring soul of success. I was already in my small circle as three of my siblings want to be architects too! They see how I stay up all night making study models.

Now I’m a third-year architecture student completing my bachelor's degree in the Islamic University of Gaza (IUG). The dream of completing my bachelor's degree in my homeland became almost impossible after the IOF bombed all the buildings of my university and amidst the terrifying conditions we endure daily being stripped of every human right imaginable.

I’m sure you’re aware of the situation we have been living. My words are laconic, but my pain is profound and my mental health has been irreversibly damaged due the state of war. Switching from a person who’s addicted to learning to a person who is thinking of how can I escape death. My dream is completing my bachelor's degree in Cairo university, come back to my homeland and be an active architect in the rebuilding programs.

My target is to raise 35000€, which will be allocated as follows:

(1500$) university registration fees.

( 5000$ ) education fees per year (*4 years > 20000$) as I’ll lose 1 one more year with the courses equivalence due to the difference between the plans.

for life expenses as student for 4 years. ( 10000$ )

Add to that 2.9% GoFundMe would take and the fees on money transfer the bank would take.

The overall sum amount is approximately 35000€ considering the bank my cousin- who's launching this campaign- is engaged which operates in Belgian currency.

Your support could mean the difference between dreams realized and dreams shattered. Together we can make a difference. Together we can ensure that the voices of those trapped in conflict zones are heard, and their dreams are not forgotten.

I love studying and I dream of a life where I can breathe giving. I want to help people to rebuild their homes thinking with them of every detail. I want to see people’s happiness by creating spaces that lies warmth within their souls..

I’m truly grateful for your time, consideration, and support. Your generosity will make a lasting impact in my life, illuminate the path toward a brighter and more hopeful chapter.

Every contribution, no matter the size it will be a step forward achieving my dream

If you would like to confirm the validity of this campaign, you can message Laila on X

Username: Laila_EYO

With gratitude

Laila Auda

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Roman Baths

Roman Baths were designed for bathing and relaxing and were a common feature of cities throughout the Roman empire. Baths included a wide diversity of rooms with different temperatures, as well as swimming pools and places to read, relax, and socialise. Roman baths, with their large covered spaces, were important drivers in architectural innovation, notably in the use of domes.

A Mainstay of Roman Culture

Public baths were a feature of ancient Greek towns but were usually limited to a series of hip-baths. The Romans expanded the idea to incorporate a wide array of facilities and baths became common in even the smaller towns of the Roman world, where they were often located near the forum. In addition to public baths, wealthy citizens often had their own private baths constructed as a part of their villa and baths were even constructed for the legions of the Roman army when on campaign. However, it was in the large cities that these bath complexes (balnea or thermae) took on monumental proportions with vast colonnades and wide-spanning arches and domes. Baths were built using millions of fireproof terracotta bricks and the finished buildings were usually sumptuous affairs with fine mosaic floors, marble-covered walls, and decorative statues.

Generally opening around lunchtime and open until dusk, baths were accessible to all, both rich and poor. In the reign of Diocletian, for example, the entrance fee was a mere two denarii - the smallest denomination of bronze coinage. Sometimes, on occasions such as public holidays, the baths were even free to enter.

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$40,191/$80,000‼️‼️‼️

Unfortunately our old fundraiser deleted after collecting 82457€ , but our ultimate goal was 150000€ , so I’m asking you to read the last update before start reading my words to understand everything ❤️ My name is Abdulla Daoud , I’m a 4th year medical student at Al-Azhar University Of Gaza , I have 7 sisters , four of them are married, and have their own families , one of my sisters and her family were lost in this war I’m fundraising for me and my family , to survive our souls , and catch up the remains of our lost dreams , we fully lost everything we own (homes, works, futures, souls and loved ones) We were briefly displaced from our home which is completely destroyed , and moved to more than 7 places . One of this places was my Dear Sister’s home , Noura Daoud , which is already destroyed over their heads , and killed with her family , and the only survivor of this genocide her son , Muhammad shaheen ,with an eye injury , but thanks god for him , he had a medical transfer to Turkey , and unfortunately we couldn’t leave the war with him. Another place , my sister’s home , Hend Daoud , which we escaped death from a few minutes before its destruction . We reached another bad news about my dear sister, Heba Daoud , along with her husband and children, that they were under the rubble, injured, and there was no way to get them out, and they remained there more than 48 hours under bombs and fire belts, Her husband's family all killed , but by God’s mercy she escaped by walking on foot with her injured husband . I was dreaming of being a doctor such as my father , and already finished 3 years of the journey , which costs me 15,000 dollar per year, As like as My sister , Menna Daoud , was dreaming of being an architecture , and since 7th of October our academic education is stopped for unknown period. My father is a doctor lost his clinic and lost his job as a lecturer in Al-Azhar University which is also destroyed. A week after 7th of October was my sister's wedding ,Asma Daoud ,but everything destroyed .

The bombing is getting hard day after day, and the nights is getting worse and we cannot sleep safely anymore, we wake up every day and see the remains of martyrs being buried in the lands next to us , there is no place to live anymore , no memories, dreams, childhood, or even clothes left , and we all escaped death many times we hope you help us to get out of Gaza very soon , and if the war ends the rebuilding will take years and a huge amount of money. Below is a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, provided for transparency and your clear understanding. Breakdown of Expenses * Rafah/Egypt crossing: 5000$ per person ( a total of 65,000$ for fourteen family members) * Visa application fees: $300 per person ( a total of $4,200 for fourteen family members) * ⁠Passport fees: $100 per person (a total of $500 for five children ) * Flight from Cairo to destination (one way): $650 per person (a total of $9,100 for fourteen family members) *My father treatment 30,000$ * Minimum living costs: $5000 per month (a total of $30,000 for six months) * My education : $20,000 per year ( a total of $60,000 for three years ) * My sister education : $15,000 per year ( a total of 75,000 for five years )