#Tea fields

[pangeen]

" Munnar " // © Aneesh K K

Music: © aneesh_nilavu - Aneesh_Nilavu (Kadhalar dhinam)

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チャバタケ

茶畑は、お茶を栽培するための畑です。お茶の木を整然と植え、丁寧に手入れをしながら育てていきます。茶畑は、一般���に温暖で雨の多い地域に作られ、斜面に段々畑として作られることも多くあります。茶畑では、新芽を摘み取って「新茶」として出荷する「一番茶」の収穫が春に行われ、その後「二番茶」「三番茶」と収穫が続きます。茶畑の風景は、日本の里山を代表する景色として知られ、新緑や紅葉の季節には特に美しい景観を作り出します。また、茶畑は手入れが行き届き、美しい景観を保つために重要な役割を果たしています。

手抜きイラスト集

[neouibinjarineo]

[muffinlance]

Consider: Post-canon Zuko wakes up in the body of his childhood self, the morning of That War Meeting. Would he still speak against the plans, knowing his fate? What do you think he would do differently the second time around?

"Turned away at the doors, Zuzu?"

"Shut up, Azula," her brother sulked. But sulked weirdly, after staring at her too long and too wide-eyed, not like she'd surprised him but--

But like he hadn't expected her to be there. At all.

He turned away. ...He turned back. "Hey, Lala? Do you think you could help me practice that one set?"

He didn't meet her eyes.

She narrowed hers. "Which set?"

"The one I'm bad at."

She scoffed. Pushed away from the wall she'd been leaning against. "That's all of them, Dum-Dum."

He didn't shout or stomp or yell about the nickname. His lips twitched.

"It's okay," he said. "If you're afraid you won't be a better teacher that my instructor..."

It was the most obvious manipulation ever.

Perhaps if he proved an adequate firebending student, she'd work on his courtly survival skills next. Honestly, it was good that not even Uncle Gets-Cousins-Killed had been fool enough to take Zuko into that war meeting. She could only imagine how terribly that could have gone.

"Keep up," she said, and turned her steps towards the training grounds.

He did. There, and during the katas she ran him through.

Azula kept her eyes narrowed.

"Hey," he asked, "do you know how to bend lightning yet?"

As if he could have missed it, if she'd been able to get more than sparks. "I will soon," she said.

"You will," he agreed, and flowed through his next set. The one she'd only just mastered.

Father didn't notice how weird Zuzu was being. Uncle never noticed anything. Zuko ate dinner and asked a servant for seconds and didn't stutter or flinch or lose his appetite when father asked, coolly, what he'd done with his day. Azula's shoulders tensed, because one mention of how she'd squandered her own training time teaching him--

"Azula hogged the training grounds. For hours," Zuzu scowled, exactly like a petulant thirteen year old.

Exactly like he hadn't been acting all day.

By the time Father was looking her way, Azula had her usual smirk in place. "I'm sure there would be room for both of us," she said, "you're not afraid of a little friendly fire, are you, brother?"

Zuko sulked. And ate his seconds, like he was enjoying each bite. There was something in his eyes, like a joke no one else was getting.

---

Father died that night. A heart attack. There were the faintest of burns to either side of the treacherous organ; the royal physician hypothesized that he'd grabbed at his chest, fingers burning hot in his final moments; so hot they'd only exacerbated the problem.

The royal physician would never have been brought any victims of lighting strikes. Those that occurred in the capital did not generally require a doctor in the aftermath.

Zuzu ate a hearty breakfast.

He didn't order seconds. Azula gave him points, at least, for not being tacky.

---

The sages named Iroh as regent.

They named Zuko as Fire Lord.

"No," the tiny Fire Lord in his perfectly miniaturized Fire Lord robes said, sitting at the head of his war council. "We're not doing that. And I'll be reviewing all recent battle plans, as well. What's this I hear about a division of new recruits being deployed to the front?"

He did not mention how he'd heard of the 41st Division. No one asked.

"Prince Iroh, surely--" one of the generals tried to appeal.

The young Fire Lord's regent was looking as startled as the rest of them, for a moment. Then he sipped his tea, and smiled.

"Your Fire Lord is correct, of course. A change in our leadership--a change the other nations may mistakenly view as weakness--will necessitate a change in our strategy."

"Now," said their lord, "what, exactly, is our overall objective in this war?"

War, the new Fire Lord decreed, was not an end unto itself.

---

The new Fire Lord continued to have time, to pretend to be trained by her. Azula watched him. Adjusted her footwork. Did not tolerate, and was not offered, any commentary on who was teaching who.

"What did you do with my brother?" she asked, as they flowed from one set to the next. As her hands, poised to throw fire, just so happened to be pointed his way.

He missed a step. It didn't look like an act.

"I'm, uh. Right here?"

She didn't bother to dignify that.

He didn't bother to look worried about her hands, one movement off from a true attack.

He looked around, then grabbed her sleeve, and tugged her further from any walls that may hide ears. The royal family's private training grounds were wonderfully large, and wonderfully open.

"It's me," he said. "It's still me. Just. More of me? Longer of me?"

She narrowed her eyes. A familiar expression, by this point. "Explain."

"...I found the Avatar," he said. "And this is definitely his fault, but--but I guess it started at a war meeting, when I was thirteen."

Azula listened. It was a very Dum-Dum story.

[silvirub]

Field of Dreams

[bloodof-leaves]

Various 999 doodles i made since finishing the game a couple weeks ago ✌✌✌

[gen4grl]

i am hoarding a cute alien girl in my house ⊹₊⟡⋆

[kiruamon]

Magical Caretaker AU - Lost in Translation

I already did write about the fact that Sun uses mental images that he sends into Y/N's mind to communicate. Sometimes it can be hard to decipher them. Some flowers. An imagine of you. A flower meadow during a sunset. Maybe he wants to show you the place? Or is he asking you for some special flowers? Maybe he just wanted to share a nice memory of his?

During a break you decide to ask Moon if he has any idea about what Sun might wanted of you earlier this day.

Seems like Moon doesn't know anything. At least when you ask him if he has any idea what Sun could have meant, he just answers with a simple no. That he is grinning from horn to horn while doing so, doesn't raise any questions for you. That's just Moon being Moon, right? So you let the topic drop as you go back to your daily tasks. But it seems like Sun has overheard Moon's answer. And contrary to you, he is well aware that Moon had been lying.

Sun is a bit upset. After all Moon knows very well how much effort he puts into confessing his feelings to you on an almost daily basis! And instead of helping him out of his predicament, Moon has nothing better to do, then to watch and keep all quiet about it! It would all be so much easier if Moon, would just translate for him instead of playing dumb!

After his little fit, Sun keeps sulking while pouring his heart out to Moon. Not the first time that he does that, since Moon's the only one fluidly understanding him. And while Moon is not budging about the fact that he will not play translator for Sun's love confession, he does give Sun another idea to try out. If the old stuff obviously doesn't work, why not do something different? Sun is more than pleased with the idea! Don't get Moon wrong though. He does find all those misunderstandings between you and Sun funny to no end. But at the same time, he does want Sun to succeed as well. Because in the end of the day, Moon does love you just as much as he does love Sun. But he isn't in a hurry to tell you two about it. He can wait til Sun had made his move first, before following along. ... and to see both of your faces when the day comes will make the whole waiting more then worth it.

Bonus sketch of them:

[swan-orpheus]

A transcript of the bonkers scene between Saw and Wilmon cause we all need and deserve it right now:

Saw: "I was younger than you are now. I was a prisoner. They made a work camp in the jungle. No droids, no beasts, just men and cargo. Onderon jungle. Real jungle. Hot, wet, blistering jungle. Old men died fast. Just dropped where they stood. We came back next day, there'd be nothing but a bone or two where they went down. Our clothes, just- just melted away. So they worked us naked. Two, three hundred men. Boys really. Back and forth until the only thing you could remember was back and forth. Then one day, everyone started to itch. Everyone, all at once. Even the guards. You could feel your skin coming alive. It was the rhydo. They had a leak. You could feel it before you could smell it. So they all panicked and ran away, but it was new to me."

Wilmon: "It's done. You can open the valve now."

Saw: "ahhh ha ha! I have always loved you."

Wilmon: "What are you doing?"

Saw: "There it is."

Wilmon: "How can you do that?"

Saw: "Because I understand it. Because she's my sister rhydo, and she loves me! That itch, that burn… You feel how badly she wants to explode? Remember this. Remember this moment! This perfect night. You think I'm crazy? Yes, I am. Revolution is not for the sane. Look at us: unloved, hunted, cannon fodder. We'll all be dead before the republic is back and yet… here we are. Where are you, boy? You're here! You're not with Luthen. You're here! You're right here, and you're ready to fight! We're the rhydo, kid. We're the fuel. We're the thing that explodes when there's too much friction in the air. Let it in, boy! That's freedom calling! Let it in! Let it run! Let it run wild!"

[teabeexo]

I say I want a real boyfriend but then I think about Balor from FoM and take it back because no man can live up to that slimy, stinky, soggy thief of a pixel

[landwriter]

sun coming over the mountains this morning

[herbalnature]

Caught a serene sunrise as it peeks over the horizon, kissing the lush tea fields good morning. In the distance, the silhouette of majestic Mt. Kenya gently complements the breathtaking canvas.

[sporecringe]

the perfect world I dream of has you in every endless cloud

[lamina-tsrif]

i adore how the broken script season is going this goes hard as hell

from the fog is mainly focused around the fear of getting chased down and the helplessness of having to survive creatures and entites stronger than any other mob in the game actively wanting you dead, but this series is a lot more on the loss of identity and familiarity that is the game itself !!!

yeah sure there are things that want us dead but there is also an unresponsive black figure in the sky with a halo who just controlled the day night cycle. youre in a singleplayer world but someone just joined. you spawn in the farlands, a spectacle in itself and progress there, setting up a base, farm and mini mine. 4 different things are watching the whole time. just for something horribly wrong to steal your vision and suddenly you are back to where you should be, but millions of blocks away from your home. the earth and sea are set up in a checkered pattern. this place is normal but there is an empty village (someone is still here) and the shit is they dont want to kill you outright (well, most of them)!!!!!!!!!!!!! like hello?????

[minnesota-fats]

Dang I realized I never posted this here!

Look at the foggy man!!!!