#sauna design

[artofarawi]

Modern Powder Room - Bathroom Image of a modern powder room

[sleep-patterns]

Trosten floating sauna in Oslo by estudioHerreros

DATE 2024

CITY Oslo

COUNTRY Norway

PHOTOGRAPHER Einar Aslaksen

[keepingitneutral]

"Hytta's," Finnish sauna, Lípa nad Dřevnicí, Czech Republic,

Dominik Ilichman and Adam Hofman,

Photography: Studio Flusser, Julius Filip

[foxsoulcourt]

Sharing a small moment from another lake in a different part of the country

[guy60660]

Grotto Sauna | Partisans | Dezeen

[gemwolfz]

ive got a critical case of sleepy bitch disease today, can i interest you in gay people and other assorted frogs

[nervosims]

yo i was watching ur speedbuild and you mentioned fluid mechanics, if you don't mind me asking what's ur major :o

omg ty for watching <3

i'm studying architectural engineering! i'm in my second year rn. i genuinely love buildings a lot, so sims is, like, the perfect game for me.

my degree doesn't focus too much on houses, more commercial/industry things (like designing factories or train stations), but i still love it all the same!

[pier-carlo-universe]

Il futuro è ancora tutto da scrivere di Monica Sauna: un viaggio tra presente e passato. Recensione di Alessandria today

Monica Sauna regala emozioni con il suo nuovo romanzo rosa

Monica Sauna regala emozioni con il suo nuovo romanzo rosa A cura di Pier Carlo Lava Introduzione Il 23 maggio 2024, il nuovo romanzo di Monica Sauna, “Il futuro è ancora tutto da scrivere”, pubblicato da Land Editore, arriva nelle librerie italiane. Dopo il successo del suo esordio con “A volte Parigi e l’amore non bastano”, Sauna conferma la sua capacità di intrecciare storie intime e…

[lunarscaled]

"Greetings," Rudbornn says in a calm, cordial manner, upon approaching Lyric, "it is my understanding that these belong to you; please accept their return."

Rudbornn snaps his fingers, with one of his Calaveras flashing into view shortly after. In that silent soldiers hands is a large section of white scales, glittering, beautiful, and pristine, matching those still attached to Lyric. The Calavera then bows its head, and offers the scales up to Lyric, with both they, and Rudbornn, quietly awaiting a response.

-> This is the second arrancar they have met whose face they cannot see, now. Lyric wonders if there is some purpose behind it: anonymity or security or perhaps they have none at all, unlike most of the Espada they have met. Regardless of the reason, even when they cannot see his face Lyric does not sense malice in the approach of the other ( that's no reason not to be cautious, they think Ulquiorra would say to them in his droning, flat tone. it would be undercut by the most subtle strain of a parent trying to keep a child from sticking a fork in a light socket. he's wary of others, not of what Lyric may get themselves into ), so they turn to him from where they stand in some facsimile of a zen garden on a flat stone. Winds have flattened out all the concentric circles that may have decorated stones and dry trees, but at least it was some moderate change of pace and scenery. There were only so many places they were allowed to go without being chaperoned, after all.

"... have we met?"

-> Lyric's voice, too, is cordial and calm. His gentle approach has roused no fear in them; their posture jerks and twitches slightly at the sudden appearance of another from nothing ( where did it come from? was it always there? was it apart of him? was it another arrancar? was he an Espada?) , and they hold their body stiff for a beat before their eyes shift from cattle skull to outstretched hands draped with a piece of clean fabric. Lyric's opalescent scales are contained within, their clean white color glittering with flecks of jeweled iridescence in a rainbow of colors, perhaps the most this desert has seen. Most are no bigger than Lyric's own thumb, but some were larger and jagged at the edges, where they came off their shoulders or jaw. Lyric has to wonder how or where the arrancar could have found these——the only place they could think they may have shed or lost some other than when escaping a Hollow ( or the 5th Espada, chasing them around just to watch them scramble ) is... ...

... It's better not to think of that man or his lab, anymore. They assume that is where he found these: somewhere in the abandoned wreckage.

"... they are. Thank you."

-> Lyric carefully takes the pile of scales and the little fabric beneath them into their own. hands and closes their palms around them gently. There was no reason to keep them, really, beyond some old witch's superstition about giving pieces of your body to another. They suppose they could keep them in their room, for now. Maybe they would be valuable to analyze in some way, for Wing Bind, or the 12th Division. ——Lyric turns their body and head towards Rudbornn more fully and gently inclines it & their torso forward in a polite partial bow. When they raise their head again they take in the proud horns of his skull and all the clean, defined lines that define the features down to the high collar of his uniform. They lift their head a little more to look up at him; a shimmer colors the vivid orange of their iris, wide eyes fascinated by the kindness and the new stranger before then. ( they think about a fairytale balanced on their knees in Ulquiorra's library: in a hazy dream garden, knowing he is asleep, the prince spots the cursed princess beneath a canopy of roses. and in a moment I am taken instantly. )

"Where did you find them?"

[mdameninie]

48H à Helsinki, Finlande