#winding bridge

[sheltiechicago]

BAU designs winding bridge in China as a "hybrid" of landscape and infrastructure

A snaking bridge that incorporates spaces for play, rest and planting connects two areas of wetland across Shanghai's Yuandang Lake, in this project by Brearley Architects + Urbanists.

The China and Australia-based Brearley Architects + Urbanists (BAU) designed the 586-metre beam bridge for cyclists and pedestrians as a "hybrid structure", blending architecture, infrastructure and landscape with the existing pathways and nature on the site.

[nevertheless-moving]

I'm not quite there yet but I KNOW that after wind and truth featuring Szeth and Kaladin's Unwell Adventure, I WILL be adding Kalaszeth to my all encompassing mental cabinet of beloved possible Kaladin ships.

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Which introduces a new funniest time travel companion for a new funniest post book 5 time travel scenario.

Stormlight au 31:

Szeth, having jump scared the bridge crew by appearing lightly glowing in the dark while they were having stew, been hastily ushered by the captain into the bridge four barrack, only to sit on the floor and stare dead eyed at nothing: Kaladin, standing between the crew and the man on the floor:

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Lopen looked around. As usual, he could tell that the men were silently crying out for him, the Lopen, to take charge and speak.

"So!" he said cheerfully. "Gotta say gancho, very excited to meet an old friend of yours! Nice to take some mystery out of that mysterious past of yours, eh?"

Kaladin shifted from foot to foot, face twisting a bit. He had been acting strange since that terrifying glowy high storm vision of his a few days back. Even more broody than usual, which was storming saying something.

"It must be difficult," Rock said slowly. "Being Shin man with great powers and shardblade."

A shardblade which he had summoned unceremoniously, causing all of bridge four to scramble for weapons, only for the crazy man to hand it to Kaladin with a mumble, then sit on the floor.

Kaladin had sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, before placing it, very, very carefully, under his bed.

A storming shardblade. Under the Captain's bed.

"A Shin with a shardblade who wears white," Moash added sarcastically, eyes flickering to the Captain's bed even more than usual.

(White may have been a stretch, what with all the mud and possibly dried blood. Still. Lopen could perhaps see Moash's point.)

"Yes," Rock said. "Why, were I more suspicious man, I would say Captain, this man on the floor, he can not be Assassin in White? Surely most wanted, most dangerous man in all Roshar is not here, in the place we sleep, asking for aid. Surely it would have been mentioned if this man who caused the war we even now are a part of, was old friend of yours?"

"I..." Kaladin trailed off. "I promised to try and protect..."

The whole bridge crew groaned, Skar even throwing his spear at the ground. Bad form, that.

"Storm's sake lad!" Teft growled, arms in the air. "You can't befriend and save every wanted criminal you meet!"

"If it is of help -"

The men started at the unnerving dead voice coming from the so far quiet assassin.

"We are not truly friends. Merely -"

He said a word, presumably in his language, then frowned, the first recognizably human emotion that had crossed his face.

"I do not know this word in Alethi. In Azish it is I think -"

He said something that made Sigzil choke on air, jaw dropping. "Uh," the Worldsinger stammered out. "I. Ah. I think. That might be the wrong term."

The Captain seemed to pale slightly. "Szeth, we can talk about that later," he said quickly. "We should probably figure out a plan for you to surrender to Dalinar - or Elokhar - without you getting immediately executed - Yes, Dalinar is probably-"

"Perhaps," Sigzil interrupted, voice higher than usual. "You could define the meaning of the word you used before."

"Sigzil!" The captain hissed.

"Captain?" Sigzil challenged, voice still slightly too high.

"I was emotionally and mentally unwell," the assassin in white said in his monotone. He paused. "Even more so than currently."

A few of the men took a step back.

"Stormblessed..." he looked up at Kaladin, and his voice seemed to soften, just the slightest bit. "He felt pity for me. Then he helped me feel. Helped me think that perhaps, someday I would feel the desire for life. He did this despite no great love for my being."

Many of the men nodded at that. Sigzil's shoulders slumped in relief.

"He accomplished this primarily by fucking me in a cave."

The nods froze. Sigzil closed his eyes.

The Captain slapped a hand to his face.

"The translation for this from my language would be 'pity fuck', but there is more cultural nuance..." The Assassin shrugged. "In any case it is not a bond such as that of friendship. My soul is still far too damaged for that."

"Szeth..." The Captain said, looking down at him with obvious concern. He glanced at the room, blanched at the men's expressions, then slowly pressed his head back into his hand.

Moash made an indecipherable noise and stomped towards the door, before making another noise and stomping back.

The Captain kept his palm pressed to his face.

A sudden wave of epiphany hit Lopen. "Hold on. Now hold on just a storming minute!"

The room turned slowly from staring at their Stormblessed leader to staring at Lopen.

He pointed accusingly at the Captain. When the man failed to pull his massive hand from his beautiful face, Lopen faced the others, glaring.

"I know that I joined bridge four late! But are you telling me that before I got here, the whole famous 'pulling everyone out of bridge crew misery' was actually the captain...I mean did storming all of you..."

He made a deliberate gesture, pointer finger moving extra emphatically to make up for the missing hand with which to form a hole, meeting each man's eyes with a challenge.

Drehy let out a wheeze. He and Skar looked at each other before dissolving into quiet, helpless laughter. Drehy sank to his hands and knees, wheezing more, and Skar bent over, tears streaming down his face as he gasped around his laughing.

"That ain't an answer!" he said indignantly.

He looked at Teft, but the older man had put both hands over his face. His shoulders seem to shake occasionally. Lopen's eyes narrowed as he turned to Rock.

The horneater had a hand over his mouth, but he brought it down, coughing once as he stroked his beard.

"What," Rock said mildly. "You thought it my stew that bring back men's will to live? You honor me, the Lopen."

Lopen gaped at that, and he wasn't the only one. The handful of other 'late' additions, men who had been rescued on the field from other crews, started in shock.

The rest of the crew completely lost it at that point.

Skar and Drehy collapsed further, banging their fists on the floor. Bissig started laughing as well, falling onto Natam, who had made a strange grunting whine at Lopen's question, a whine which grew louder at Rock's reply.

Moash's lips turned up reluctantly before a snort escaped against his will. He fell back against a wall, knees seeming to grow weak. Another snort. "Imagine!" he gasped out. "If he just started punching people in the stomach, ran around like a madman, and expected people to follow him!"

Leyten went from chuckling to a booming laugh at that, clutching at Pete and Yake to stay upright. He looked at Lopen, who made another questioning gesture. That was enough to send all three toppling over, Leyten loud enough to be heard the next barrack over.

Renarin squeaked from the corner as Natam hit the wall beside him in mirth, howling. Talek's breath, he had forgotten the lad was there, light eyes wide in shock.

Shen was next to him. Was it Lopen's imagination, or did even his eyes seemed to be sparkling with mirth? No storming way...not the parshman...the Captain wouldn't...

"Crazy!" Torfin agreed, cackling. "What kind of idiots would start pooling all their pay to buy storming bandages for doomed men, start laughing during chasm duty, swear to stand by their storming bridge, if they didn't have at least one, um - uh -"

"Stormblessing!" Leyten offered with a gasp from the ground.

Torfin pointed at him, "Stormblessing!" he repeated with a yell. "To remind them that life was worth living!"

Lopen narrowed his eyes, finally coming to a conclusion. "You fellows are taking the piss out on me," he accused.

"You know Captain," Drehy said, whole body heaving, tears still streaming down his face as he lay helplessly on the floor. "I still get nightmares."

This inspired a new wave of laughter mixed with jeers about their own issues, and suggestions for how the captain could help. Lopen shook his head, grinning widely at the room full of uproarious men. Some of his best work. And mostly achieved on accident, which was the best kind of accomplishment!

The Captain finally pulled his hand from his face. There was color high in his cheeks, and he was frowning, but the corners of his eyes were creased with suppressed laughter.

"Sorry Drehy, one time offer," he said dryly, to hoots.

And Lopen," he said, faux apologetic. "I am sorry for the oversight. I... didn't realize you were interested."

The crew edged well into hysteria, most men only able to breathe in strangled gasps and wheeze out an occasional ''Stormblessing!'

Bridge four's captain was good at playing straight man, when the mood struck him.

The Lopen huffed, but decided magnanimously to move past the slight to his honor. Even if it turned out they weren't joking.

"It's still nice to be included," he sniffed. "Ain't that right, Renarin."

The Brightlord seemed to shrink as attention was drawn towards him, face a brilliant red as he pressed into the corner. Some of the laughter trailed off as the crew remembered he was there. More of it got louder, even less uncontrolled.

The Captain's eyes widened and the flush on his cheeks spread to his ears.

"Renarin! Oh - Jezrianssake, the men are full of chullshit, alright? I didn't - that wasn't -"

The Captain gestured helplessly. "The thing with Szeth was - we were - the world was going to -"

He threw up his arms as Renarin's eyes just got wider.

"It was the stew!" He said desperately, turning to look at Eth, who looked bemused back at him. "It really was the stew!" He pleaded.

"I know Captain," Eth said soothingly. "I know I came in a bit later, but I know. That's not exactly something these idiots would be able to keep secret."

"Things might have gone faster, though..." Skar said leadingly, which set off another round of helpless groans and gasps for air.

The Captain rolled his eyes, scoffing, still the perfect comedic straight man.

...He did get the whole joke though, right? The bit of truth in the jeers? The Lopen was not generally interested in the more manly sex but Storms. It was sometimes hard to tell if the Captain realized just how pretty he was, just how much people reacted to his general...Stormblessedness. Not to mention the glowing! Everyone loves a man who can glow and run up walls.

Hm. Maybe that helped explain the Captain and the Assassin.

Moash stumbled, still snorting, over to the Man in White - to Szeth - looking down at him, appraising.

Kaladin grew tense.

Gancho had been especially strange around Moash for the last few days.

"Assassin," he said thoughtfully. "Are you sure it was just pity?"

The wide eyed man, who had remained utterly impassive as the room fell apart around him, cocked his head as Moash leaned down.

"There's a certain kind of person who finds killing light eyes, especially powerful lighteyes, a rather..."

Kaladin cleared his throat, interrupting. "We're not killing the king."

Moash turned sharply, glaring at Kaladin.

"I do not wish to kill anymore," Szeth whispered. He paused, then spoke again.

"I will kill if the Blackthorn orders, or if you ask, Kaladin Stormblessed, son son Tanavast."

Kaladin winced. "Maybe let's not mention...that whole last part when we go to the King. We...we should definitely practice exactly how we're going to explain all this."

He starting towing the still blank faced - no there was a bit of confusion there, if you were looking - infamous Assassin to his office, the men letting out the best jeers they could (considering their incoherent state) as they went.

"You should for sure mention the 'pity fuck' thing though," Lopen called helpfully. "The King will definitely be interested in that."

[sinlizards]

scenes from the hospital

[ID: Two digital paintings in a graphic painterly style. Both pieces are done in a dark palette of blue, black, green, and pink with dramatic light green lighting.

The first depicts Phoenix Wright from Ace Attorney in a hospital bed facing right from a 3/4 view. He is wearing the hood given to him by Iris pulled up over his head as well as holding a pillow in his left arm. He is flushed, sweating, and disheveled slightly due to a fever with a miserable expression on his face.

The second is of both Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth from Ace Attorney. Phoenix is still in the hospital bed, but now has the hood down. Phoenix clutches Miles' left hand with both of his own, magatama peeking out through their hands. Phoenix pleads towards Miles, whose face is hidden as he looks at and leans towards Phoenix. End ID.]

[alasse-earfalas]

Legend: frowning, wiping monster blood off his sword "What's gotten into you, Champion? Lost the Hero's Spirit or something?"

Wind: "You didn't even stop to help!"

Wild: "Excuse me, I have rescued that same idiot several times. I told her to stop wandering off without someone to fend off the monsters, but does she listen? No! So if she insists on continuing to put herself in danger, that is no longer my problem. She hasn't died yet, and if she gets close, maybe she'll learn her lesson."

all the Links: gobsmacked blinking because not helping someone no matter the situation does not compute

So anyway, new hc that Wild is the only Link who knows how to set basic boundaries with people. 👍🏻

[cuchufletapl]

It does fuck me up a little that in episode 147 of Hunter x Hunter not only do they change the ending back to Reason (a song about Gon and Killua's friendship from Gon's perspective), but they also edit the song differently than how they did for the GI arc, so that as we see Gon and Killua sadly turn away from each other and walk away, it starts slow and ever so sorrowful with these fucking lines

I’m right here, by your side, I’m the closest I can be

And I’m fine, I’m content with this arrangement for now

Please tell me gently the rest of your dreams

That you started telling me one day long ago.

Like what the fuck. What the hell dude. Why would the anime directors do this to me, specifically.

[argentoheart]

I just watched stranizza d'amuri (fireworks, 2023), it's the story of two boys who fell in love during the summer of 1982 in Sicily. It's inspired by a real story and they don't get a happy ending.

I don't think I've ever had such a visceral reaction to a movie or at least in a long long time. Maybe is just because im sicilian and i just felt a deep connection to the ambiance and the "culture", but it felt as if Sicily and the slice of spacetime the movie takes place in were characters themselves, maybe even more than the actual characters.

It's so sweet and tender, and visually stunning, just like this island can be, but also so full of contradictions and ugliness, and its both represented in the land and in the people. I loved the movie and I recommend it, if you want to watch something beautiful, tender and very sad.

[aylinvail]

Emelina pov my beloved you made me believe i can write oudhsjdjjsd

Down in the bowels of Foulstone’s abandoned city, a crisp wind cuts its fingers through the hollowed streets, knocking on hab doors and whipping windows open. They burst inward and the wind enters, looking for another soul – anyone’s really – and upon finding it abandoned, exits to continue its search. The wind finds a cat, its intestines trailing behind it as it makes a miserable and solitary procession in search of food and water that can never save it. It stops at the center of the underground city and turns on its heel as if lost. Tries to reorient itself. Skates over the bodies piled in the square where a festival was held just thirty standard Imperial days ago. They look back at the wind, their eyes milk-white with death, as if trying to ask it to stop and rest with them. We were all celebrants here once , they whispered to the wind, take your shoes off, there’s room for more of us .

The wind does not stop. If it stops it will die forever, alone as they are in this city of silence. And darkness. Last week, the sun bid its goodbyes to the wind and disappeared. It did not leave a note explaining when it would return.

When the wind finds the front lapels of Emelina Iona Lichtenhart’s coat and touches the pin that marks her as one of the Holy Inquisition’s own, it understands, just like Emelina, that they will both die here alone.

Emelina, for her part, understands how lonely it is to be a wind. Sent out into the world, carrying leaves and orders with it, touching the faces of those it cares for briefly, before disappearing again. And so Emelina invites the wind to walk with her down to the small parts manufactorum sitting on the edge of the underground city. There, a communications array breathes its last breaths. Their last chance at reaching an astropath, assuming the nearest astropathic choir has not been struck by the screams of the Immaterium as it tore into reality.

[simomagicsoul]

Hand in hand, we'll cross that bridge, leaving behind all fear together we'll walk, on a path that's crystal clear In the whispers of the wind, we'll hear our hearts' song a melody of love that's pure and strong.

[tardisedits]

vivien leigh icons

[life-spire]

@ Ahmed

See more like this.

[gatitopicante]

Where is the destination? I am unsure. If there is trouble, I'll cross that bridge when I get there.

[koneko-pi]

I had a craving

Ft. Solara UuU @thoughtfullyrainynightmare

[spacenintendogs]

called off work

[baezdylan]

Please elaborate on your mum being one of the simon & garfunkel groupies⁉️⁉️

hey anon!!!!♡ this will disappoint you, but my mother was never at an actual concert, i just felt like that post matched her exact brand of fangirlism.

[siderods]

I love that one scene in Misty Island Rescue where Thomas sees the Shake Shake Bridge and is like "This isn't safe. You guys Will Not use it." and then the Logging Locos laugh at him and basically just go "Okay British Boy, don't like our bridge? Well we've got the log cars and you don't so what the hell are you gonna do about it?? Gonna float?? Gonna float over to Ol' Wheezy???"