#city in the rain

[atlantathecity]

I always have trouble saying goodbye to the leaves on the trees of Broad Street at this time of year, but I'm glad that they can go out in a blaze of glory with those colors.

For over 100 years this street existed with no trees (and with skinny sidewalks; the roadway was in fact broad, thus the name). It was a Central Atlanta Progress initiative to widen the sidewalks and put tree wells in them in the 1980s. This wooden plaza was built in 2018 by the city.

[g-h-o-s-t-2000]

The Great Avenue of Lost Steps

[kirokazepixel]

Alley Rain

[573p5]

Moscow, Russia - November 2024

[elizabugz]

[nipuni]

Some autumn outfits I apparently forgot to share 😵‍💫 these are old so I'm at our previous apartment, but I still wear these so it counts! the second one may as well be my uniform honestly 😂

[drakshayne]

I've decided to re-organize my arts here so I will be slowly re-posting them in a chronological order, starting out with this one because I think it's iconic :>

[lilybug-02]

City of Tears. But Mini.

I wanted to make an atmospheric art piece with Dewi. And the City of Tears is one of the most sorrowing, beautiful, and grand places to do that. This is a lot of firsts for me regarding the architecture and lighting. The shadows cover a lot, and it may have been too much. I'm happy with how it turned out tho.

No idea how Dewi found his way into the City. Probably magic. Probably plot too :) But oh boy, he is experiencing childlike wonder in his raincoat!

This is a better show of the line detail I needlessly covered up in the final lol

[spookyasmr]

[madeofmemoriesblog]

Rainy days ♡

[slutpoppers]

[g-h-o-s-t-2000]

today and yesterday melt into tomorrow

[lotusinjadewell]

Saigon, Vietnam. Credit to laphanblog (Instagram).

[peacefulandcozy]

Instagram credit: cosyacademia

[bluelightview]

🌦

[midnightorchids]

Jason is fond of the rain.

He adores the sweet earthy smell and the soft, rhythmic pitter patter against his living room window, but above all, he loves spending time with you during the heavy monsoon season.

You walk out of the neighborhood cafe, hand in hand, into the gloomy streets of Gotham. The skyline is grey and somber. It’s quiet, peaceful, a juxtaposition to the city’s usual loud and robust atmosphere.

You scan Jason’s face and he looks content, despite the heavy drizzle that’s soaking him through his sweater. It’s poetic really, a man scattered with scars, a man who bears a heavy past, finds peace in the rain. How truly melancholic.

Loud thunder rumbles through the sky as if a large battle was being fought in the distance. You clutch on to Jason’s hand a little bit tighter, while your eyes still admire his calm demeanour.

“I think we should kiss right now,” he says, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“You’re so cliche, you know that right,” you say and he sucks his teeth while rolling his eyes.

His eyes look dark, the usual green colour is almost impossible to see. He stops walking and pulls you into him, his fingers tangling themselves into your wet hair. His lips move in close to yours, but they don’t quite touch.

“I know but can you blame me,” he whispers softly. You try to suppress the small grin on your lips.

“Been reading too much Nicholas Sparks lately,” you inquire, looking up at him through your lashes. Jason lets out a small laugh and the sound touches your heart.

He stares at you in admiration. He often finds himself getting lost in your eyes.

The moment is intimate, it brought his troubled mind to ease. Jason takes the opportunity to close the gap and kisses your lips. The rain dances on your skin. There’s a soft breeze and you pull Jason closer.

He tastes like the cigarette he smoked earlier and the strawberry cheesecake you split at the cafe. You want to savour this moment forever.

He smiles against your lips and you pull back only to cover his face in small pecks.

“I…” kiss, “love…” kiss, kiss, “you…” kiss.

Jason adores the rain, the smell, the sounds, but most importantly he loves kissing you in it.