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myhouseidea · 5 years

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MAD City Rentals is a project designed by Egue y Seta in 2018 and is located in Madrid, Spain. Photography by VICUGO FOTO

“Do you want to come to Madrid? Try to book yourself a tourist apartment for the weekend using the booking app of choice … That one in Malasaña with little terrace and the bar looks great, but that other one in Chamberí is also very cool and although smaller, its sofa-bed “will do” cause it´s just so stunning… For those who want to feel in Miami Beach without crossing the Atlantic, you have this one, in La Latina, filled with neon lights, “flamingoes” and all the pastels of art deco; for those of you who like to feel like English Lords, there is this other one, very close, entirely covered in chesterfield couches and antique bookcases….

The competition within the real estate market in Madrid, whether for sale, short-stay or rental apartments, is getting tougher day by day and the requirements on the aesthetic and functional quality of such real estate products are consequently increasing, becoming ever more specific and fall, of course, over us architects and decorators. And we´re loving it! Real State promoters have been forced to abandon the safe bet that minimalism made all too easy and are being pushed to “embrace” the risk involved in trying new styles to directly allude to a target composed of grown up “x-generation” members and hyper-segmented millennials, extremely “socially-networked”, raging “review-holics” and most likely “over-hashtagged”.

This is how three apartments of almost identical layout and located in the same building ended up looking like entirely different “worlds”. Which one do you like the most?

The One with the Botanical Chic. A festival of natural, earthy and vegetal colors and textures that go from the sandy neutrals to the cooler greens, including some orange and golden hues to take your eyes to that specific corner or that particular piece. Here the “green” is not only conveyed through the botanical lithographs, the textile patterns of the decorative cushions, or the mint tone of the wall; the vegetal fibers chosen for the seating of the dining room, the coffee table and the pouf´s raw lining are “green” in spirit too; also, the bamboo headboard of the bed in the bedroom matching the wicker door fronts of the nightstands; and all linen textiles ranging from linen to silk and cotton want to inscribe themselves into this natural trend. ¿Would you say this is rustic? Perhaps, the molded skirting boards in white, in conjunction with the mirrored doors and the architectural and decorative lighting help contain that “cottage” “look & feel” while providing instead a hint of sophistication to a scheme that otherwise might have seemed too Provencal. If this “little apartment” has not left you “green” with envy, try taking look at the next one.

The One with Brit-Blue Was that style called Oxford or Cambridge? Neither we know this nor is it, truly, so crucial, but who said that one could not combine all those aged leathers, those velvets, those woods and those Chesterfield sofas with enveloping protagonist walls painted in deep (and electric?) blue? Who said that distressed brick walls only worked within the most rabid industrial style ambiances? Are maps, fish and dogs too masculine motifs? Or is it possible to “feminize” a little the whole set by including greenery, mirrors, lighting and decorative details in gold, here and there? Was versioning that deep blue to a lighter aquamarine tone in the second room, or representing it in all its depth, but through a patterned wallpaper on the headboard wall a risky decorative pirouette or do you consider it instead a (stylistic) betrayal? No need to decide now! Before, why don´t you just join us to visit the third of the apartments.

The One with Organic Lux. Can decorative luxury be approached from a more organic and less “green” perspective? It can! The wood and marble grain can be combined with golden and stony structures. The uniform softness of the velvet may indeed work with organic-inspired graphic patterns in the form of shells or petals. You can superimpose images of a “raging until abstraction” sea to that of a tame black panther. You can dye leaves gold and turn them into plates; bottles to blue so that their color “floods” the surrounding walls; and to frame our own reflection in gold to see yourself “shine”, every day. You can assemble all the above on top of Persian carpet over which it would be a pleasure to walk barefoot while covering the bed with gray dots, gold stripes and green gabardines over which it would be hard not to dream.

What about you? in which of these three apartments would you prefer to live?”

MAD City Rentals by Egue y Seta MAD City Rentals is a project designed by Egue y Seta in 2018 and is located in Madrid, Spain.

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bakarikillmonger · 6 years

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If Things Were Different...(No Slash, T’Challa & Erik comfort)

Random fic which might be made into something bigger next year. No ships, just T’Challa and Erik bonding and talking as cousins. Pre-Civil War AU where Erik was taken home a year after his father’s death. 3.2K words. There’s probably a mistake I haven’t noticed but nonetheless let me know what you think. Also, Erik is the Black Panther.

May 3rd, 2016.

Lagos, Nigeria.

T’Chatu laid with little life remaining on the floor. His breaths were slow and he was slowly succumbing to his wounds rather than choking on the smoke. Though it did hurt to breathe. He thought about what he’d seen in life and regretted not being able to see his friend T’Challa again. He specifically asked for the holiday so he could take the time to see T’Challa and catch up. Today was his last day before leaving to travel and he was offered the day off but he turned it down. Now he was slowly dying on the ground and the slowly closing eyes he had could and see what could have been if he took the day off.

Birnin Zana, Wakanda

King T’Chaka frowned at the computer screen and murmured something Queen Ramonda could not completely comprehend. When she approached him and saw what he was watching she instantly recognized his facial expressions. He was concerned. T’Chaka stood up from his desk and walked to the window, sighing as he gazed at the sunset in Wakanda. It was the most beautiful sight to look at in Wakanda and could even put the craziest of people in a passive state. The topic already bothered him due to the loss of eleven Wakandans but he knew that was where his son’s best friend lived so he ensured that he would not rest until he found the identities of the victims.

May 5th, 2016.

When the time came it hurt T’Chaka to discover his son’s best friend and a regular guest of the house had in fact been killed in the explosion. He didn’t know how his nephew would respond either as he was fond of T’Chatu too and already despised the Avengers. This would add fuel to the fire and when it came to Erik the fire would never stop burning. Ramonda comforted T’Chaka as he wondered how to break the news but he knew no matter how much he tried it wouldn’t change a thing. Both T’Challa and Erik would react in a continuous way and wouldn’t stop until something was done.

T’Challa and Erik were sparring in the gymnasium T’Chaka and Ramonda had built for the boys to use. Unfortunately for T’Challa, Erik won the battle both boys had when they turned eighteen. With the battle won, Erik became the Black Panther and promised to protect Wakanda including its citizens. Erik threw a punch that rocked T’Challa’s jaw but the second swing swam against the air as T’Challa ducked and blocked the elbow Erik threw towards him after. T’Challa managed to shoot two kicks against Erik’s thighs and left the protector of Wakanda to wince and jerk at the impact. They circled around and stared at each other with focused eyes and sweaty faces.

“Come on, T. Make a damn move!” Erik grunted. His words were orders but T’Challa paid no mind. One thing he knew about his cousin was how easily annoyed he got at competition. If he wasn’t dominating the battle within a certain amount of time he’d get angry and try to intimidate his opponents. Loud words, angry expressions. But it never worked on T’Challa. Instead, he waited for his cousin to grow impatient and slipped under the swing Erik threw, after that he kicked Erik’s legs and swept him onto the floor. Of course, T’Challa knew he could do it less painfully for Erik but he had no intentions of doing so. Erik laid on the floor with a bamboo stick pushing into his chin and he tapped, rolling his eyes after which T’Challa caught and smirked at.

The prince extended an arm out for his fallen cousin and at first, Erik was hesitant but decided for once he would not be arrogant. T’Challa gripped his wrist and pulled him up which led to the two men huffing. Erik dusted himself off as T’Challa put the bamboo stick back into place. Despite being such a good fighter T’Challa had no problem with Erik being the Black Panther. He got to live his life making visits to New York, Korea, wherever he wanted. Erik, on the other hand, had to train constantly and when he wasn’t protecting or representing Wakanda for T’Chaka he was trying to track down Ulysses Klaue. T’Chaka was already constantly disappointed that Erik was the Black Panther and not T’Challa but not in a malicious manner, though it did still hurt Erik. Finding Klaue would make T’Chaka proud.

“Umzala, uyeke ukucaphuka...”

[Cousin, stop being angry...]

“Speak English, I’m too tired to think.” Erik sighed. He was dripping with sweat and sat on one of the benches to get his breath back. T’Challa joined him and sat next to him. He saw the frustration in Erik’s face and tried to comfort him.

“N’Jadaka, you need to stop getting so angry when someone challenges you. You continue to build up your anger and frustration and that is why it is easy for me to defeat you.”

Erik turned to him and clenched his jaw at the statement.

“Who said it was easy? I’m certain I had you at one point,” Erik said sternly. T’Challa frowned and did not lose eye contact with him. How could Erik possibly be this obnoxious and self-centered and want to be a king one day? T’Challa was the one to roll his eyes this time and Erik wanted to say something, maybe ask him who he thought he was. He was the Black Panther and soon enough he would be Kumkani.

“This is what I mean. Stop looking for a reason to be annoyed. In order to focus on your opponent and their strategies, you need to keep a clear head so there’s room for improvising. Sure, having the ability to predict someone’s moves might suffice in a duel or battle, but having the ability to be prepared for what you cannot predict will suffice in every situation.” T’Challa explained. Erik understood what T’Challa said and respected it but he still wanted to win. He gave a smile and nodded to show T’Challa he was taking mental notes.

“You’re right. Come on, Nakia sent a video from France while she’s on that mission.”

They stood up to go to Erik’s room when T’Chaka walked into the room.

“Good evening boys, I see you are training. I need to speak to both of you.”

“Good evening Baba, what about?”

“Good evening, yeah wassup?”

T’Chaka looks at both of them then looks at the ground. Then he looks at the two men again.

“I’m sorry to tell you this. There was a terrible accident in Lagos and T’Chatu has passed away.”

Erik’s cheeks slowly heated up and T’Challa’s head gradually dropped too. T’Chaka gave T’Challa space to cope with what he heard. All the memories flooded in T’Challa’s head, especially the times when T’Challa, T’Chatu, and Erik would race wherever they would go. Erik knew this was worse for T’Challa so he gave his cousin a hug and let him cry into his chest.

“Thank you for tellin’ us. I’ll look after T’Challa.”

“Thank you, N’Jadaka.”

Erik comforted his distraught cousin after T’Chaka left and something burned in his mind. He knew something was up.

May 10th, 2016.

Birnin Zana, Wakanda

T’Challa stared at the suit Shuri had designed for Erik. She herself was absent but T’Challa was the only one she trusted with her equipment. The suit looked impressively unique and even had a necklace around it. Shuri would constantly update the panther habits so Erik had an advantage but still got frustrated at her work. She was working on making the suit collect kinetic energy but she knew it would take a bit longer. The panther habit in front of him was black and had a secondary color of grey in both a light and dark form. The necklace was silver and T’Challa was entranced. Before he could get too focused the door opened and he immediately heard an intense conversation.

“Just let me go down there and sort this out!” Erik demanded.

“Absolutely not! We do not need Wakanda’s protector starting a war with the Avengers!”

T’Challa turned his head and his ears were more welcoming to the conversation. He looked at both T’Chaka and Erik with curious eyes and raised an eyebrow.

“Avengers? What does N’Jadaka want from the Avengers?”

“Some little bitch in their group was what killed our people, our friend! Not the goddamn terrorists, it was one of them. I’ve always said since New York they do more damage than they do prevent it. They took eleven of ours, I’m just asking to kill one.”

Erik was extremely hostile in his tone and T’Chaka put a hand on Erik’s shoulder.

“N’Jadaka-”

“-Erik...-”

“-Erik...seeking vengeance is not the way. I am going to speak publicly on the issue in just over a week. Promise me you will not do anything drastic.”

Erik scoffed and moved his head up and down.

“Don’t worry, I know what happens if I act out. Kinda growing up without a father ‘cos of it.”

Erik left the room and only T’Challa and T’Chaka remained. T’Challa approached his father and saw the regret in his face.

“Remember when you were a growing cub and I asked you about my decision.”

“Yes, Baba...about Erik’s father. About Uncle N’Jobu.”

“Do you still believe I made the right choice?”

“Of course. Erik knows it too. If he didn’t he would not have stopped giving you the silent treatment after a year.”

T’Chaka smiled, remembering the day. T’Challa helped Erik wipe his tears and aided him in understanding. T’Chaka finally got to hear Erik’s voice even if it was ‘I hate you for now’.

May 19th, 2016

Birnin Bashenga, Wakanda

Erik nodded as the two watched King T’Chaka demand accountability from the Avengers. T’Challa was concerned but Erik was just happy.

“I don’t really care what the hell those Sokovia Accords are. As long as they keep those assholes away from here. You know what Stark’s all about, first chance he’d get the Avengers would be here making suits and shields and whatever they hell they want with our resources,” Erik spat coldly. Erik had the displeasure of meeting Tony Stark one time and admittedly he was at first impressed by the man in front of him. He’d even extended his arm to shake the rich man’s hand. But in less than five minutes he had come to regret the gesture once it was made clear their visit was not to discuss a mutual partnership, but more so what Wakanda planned to do with about potential intruders. The man’s offer of using their land to test suits for an unfair price offended both of them and Erik wanted to rip his throat out there and then.

The two enjoyed Erik’s favorite dish of jeweled vegetable pilau and berbere braised lamb in a city distant from theirs to get away from politics. Erik was halfway through his meal and wiped his mouth with his hand as he chewed loudly.

“N’Jadaka. You barely talk about your conversation with my father, do you wish to speak with me about it?” T’Challa enquired. His eyes were curious and tried to identify any sign that Erik was lying. Because he would lie.

“Nah, not really,” Erik shot back with a mouthful of food. His quick response indicated he was ready to say no from ‘my father’. The dreaded man slumped back into his chair and let out a belching noise nobody who wanted to be king should have been proud of. His cousin winced and leaned back to furrow a brow.

“I understand you feel like you cannot talk to me but just know I am a good listener. And also know this – it was not easy for my father to do what he did. He thinks about it every day and it-”

“Thinks about it every day? Cuz, I got to live it every day. You’ve still got a daddy who can think about what he did wrong, mine’s buried in America, not even his home. But then again this was never his home was it?”

T’Challa noticed Erik’s fists were clenched and tried his best to look in Erik’s eyes without feeling guilty. But it was impossible because he was right. T’Chaka had to live with the guilt of killing his own brother but N’Jobu didn’t have the same chance to live with the guilt of betraying Wakanda. Yet Ulysses Klaue was still out there, terrorizing countries and evading Wakanda’s best attempts to capture him. Now Erik was raising his hands for someone to serve him again. A young man came over and wore a slim black dashiki shirt embroidered with rich gold and silver patterns. In Wakandan he ordered their best whiskey and the worker nodded.

“N’Jadaka...” T’Challa started. He saw the anger in Erik’s eyes and decided if he needed to drink to calm down then the prince had no reason to interrupt him. The worker returned after a few minutes and left the bottle with a glass on the table. “I will not object to you drinking. But at least save some sense for the journey home. If you recall correctly the last time you returned home in a state...”

The man chuckled while gulping down the strong whiskey.

“Was that the time you finally caved in and drank with me? Shit, your tolerance was low that day,” Erik laughed and T’Challa couldn’t disguise his amusement. On Erik’s birthday a few years prior, the two celebrated by going to a nightclub – one of the rarest things to find in Wakanda – and T’Challa believed he was playing it safe by ordering a few umqombothis. How wrong the prince was... Erik wasted no time in getting drunk and T’Challa soon lost count of how many beers he was consuming.

“Please,” T’Challa smiled. “I was so mortified to discover Baba knew of us being intoxicated.”

Erik had tried to fly the Royal Talon Flyer back to the palace and luckily for the two of them they only crashed in a forest close to Nyanza. It turned out Erik was subconsciously trying to leave Wakanda and T’Challa didn’t object to the idea. Within fifteen minutes it was reported that the king’s flyer had crashed and the Dora Milaje returned the droopy two to the palace. It was needless to say they both got a stern talking to.

“Come on though, admit it, we had fun.”

“We did.”

Erik washed his food down with more whiskey and even pushed the bottle in T’Challa’s direction. It clinked against T’Challa’s plate and brought his eyes down to the noise.

“I cannot...Baba-”

“Baba this, Baba that. T’Challa you are the only person in the world who can beat my ass, yet you hide behind the decisions your daddy makes.”

“Bast...you know how to make someone doubt themselves, don’t you N’Jadaka...” T’Challa sighed and Erik smirked.

“How do you think I get my way most of the time?”

One Hour Later

Soon a second bottle resided on the table and they were ready to go home with full bellies and blurred vision.

“Look-look...I can s-see why ya daddy supported the Acorns-Accords,” Erik slurred, giggling at his mistake and T’Challa snorted too. “Wakanda is better without those-those-those Avenger Assholes!”

T’Challa helped his cousin up and they paid before leaving. He was drunk himself but Erik, Erik was bad.

“Let me see Tony Stark, I’ll beat the shit outta him,” Erik laughed. He swung at nothing and in return, hit nothing. T’Challa was able to stop Erik from completely falling over and with his help only his knees hit the ground instead of his face. They walked to the Flyer T’Challa had built for himself with Shuri’s assistance so that something like last time could never happen again. Especially now.

T’Challa and Erik noticed their Kimoyo Beads began to flash. T’Challa sat Erik down on the ground away from him and answered the call.

“T’Challa, where are you? I need to talk to both you and N’Jadaka,” T’Chaka insisted. His stern face told T’Challa this was urgent so he tried to think of a response that would suffice.

“Hey Uncle! Wassup?” Erik yelled laughing and T’Challa became deeply ashamed. But also amused.

“Baba, N’Jadaka is feeling unwell right now. We are on our way back and what you tell me I will tell him in the morning.”

T’Chaka understood exactly what he meant and nodded before ending the call. The door to the Flyer hummed as it opened and T’Challa picked Erik up again. The two barely made it inside without falling over and T’Challa was grateful for the auto-pilot settings. The Flyer soon took off and T’Challa ensured it traveled at a slow pace so that Erik wouldn’t throw up.

“Hey cuz? You still wanna be a good listener?” Erik mumbled. It was loud enough to turn T’Challa’s head and he nodded.

“Of course.”

Erik sighed and rubbed his face.

“I appreciate what ya daddy did for me. Not leaving me in a shithole for my entire life. I’ll probably never say it sober but oh well...look I get why you always wanna look out for me. But don’t feel bad for me. Don’t pity me. I’m the Black Panther, I’m s’posed to look out for them. I’m not even angry about what T’Chaka did anymore. I just wish I could have said goodbye...that’s all.”

The words hit T’Challa hard. He could never imagine his own father, dead, in his arms and never having the chance to say goodbye. The king’s son frowned and tried to understand his pain.

“I do not know, nor do I think I ever will, what I would do if Shuri, Bast forbid, was to pass away before I left this world. Baba has prepared us for his death which I know will not be effective at first, but I have no idea what I would do if I lost Shuri.”

Despite being heavily intoxicated those words hit Erik hard and made him realize other people had things to lose too.

“We’re flying over Birnin Djata, we should be home soon.” T’Challa’s voice was low as if talking about his sister’s death had messed with his head. Which it did. But the alcohol didn’t help either. Both of them were in a silent mood until they were a few minutes away.

“T’Challa...” Erik said softly.

“Yes, N’Jadaka?”

“You’re a good person. And so’s T’Chaka.”

Birnin Zana, Wakanda

Those words meant a lot to his cousin and when they landed nobody was to be seen. T’Challa guessed his father did not wish to witness his son and nephew stumbling into the palace drunk. T’Challa assisted Erik in getting to his room and grunted when they both dropped on the floor.

“Bast, you are drunk...” T’Challa whispered and he picked Erik up, moving his cousin’s arm over his shoulder once again. Without turning any lights on he helped Erik onto the bed and took his jacket and shoes off – anything else Erik could deal with when he woke up. “Goodnight, N’Jadaka.”

“Goodnight, T.” Erik slurred and shortly after he passed out and went to sleep. T’Challa went to his own room and fell onto the bed, barely able to kick his shoes off. Whatever it was T’Chaka wanted to talk about, it wouldn’t kill him to talk about it in the morning. T’Challa just wanted to sleep and get the thought of death out of his head.

The thought of losing another member of his family.

It would kill him more than it killed them.

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brattywriters-anonymous · 5 years

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A Rose In Harlem

OC x Erik Story

Based on Teyana Taylor’s VII & KTSE

Warnings: Language

@chaneajoyyy

Chapter IX: Rize

February 6, 2014

22 HOURS BEFORE SHOWTIME.REHEARSAL, NINE PM.

"Ladies, Gents! Find Seats! Sit in them!" All twenty-four models followed Yani's request. We just wrapped our rehearsal, everyone did phenomenal. I can only pray that we get it like this at 583 Park Ave. Yani and I have been thee dynamic duo for the past seventy-two hours. I've been steaming outfits, she's been bagging accessories. I've been designing roll-away walls, she's been contacting every contractor in her contacts to design the black and gold glitter floors.

Honestly, in the past month, Yani and I have been on our hustle. I finished my last shoot and have been on go since. Erik and I have basically been like two ships passing in the night. I usually would leave before him, and come home after he arrived. We never talked about my father's birthday, our kiss..well..kisses. None of it. I've been too busy. Yasin and I have been texting here and there, but I haven't seen him either. He's been understanding about it though. The only person I've been spending my time with is Yani.

We've collectively gotten maybe eight hours of sleep in three days. So now, we're just exhausted and over it. We're trying to get this rehearsal over and done with. The theater's silence is my queue to step on the stage, I do so, scanning my models faces. They're looking like kids on Christmas Eve. So excited for what the next day has to bring. Their faces make me grateful, my smile spreads and everyone breaks out in applause. I decipher a few, "Yeah Syd!" "You did it girl!" and "Woos" in the crowd, I yield my hands up and down, they lower their yells. "Hey everybody, We're down to the wire here. We're less than a day away. We've been working our asses off for a month and a half. I couldn't have ever gotten this done without any of you. I'm excited for everyone to see our hard work. I'm even more excited for you to see your hard work pay off."

I point to Iyo in the control center, He dims the lights and lower the projector screen. "I now present to you.. UPTXWN." Applause rings out as the projector displays a drone clip of High Bridge among the sunrise and Syd's voiceover, "Uptown, Home of the greats. From The Bronx, to Harlem. The place I know, the place I love." The six models she started with appear on the screen, daringly sitting on the railing, laughing with one another in their high end garments. "Our hustles.. It always had this special..thing about it. We always went a little harder. Thought a little smarter. Emerged to the top a bit faster." Photos of me and all of Uptown's finest begins scrolling through from right to left. From a photo of me and Dapper Dan when I was fresh out of college. Diddy and I when I was an intern at Chanel. With Kerry Washington a bit after Save the Last Dance came out when I was twelve. Sistah Souljah, Kid Capri, Bianca (aka Young B), Cam'ron, Juelz, and Jim Jones back when Rock-a-fella were still together, Kalis, and finally, A$AP Mob & me when they were fresh in the game back in 2011.

"And when we're on top, we set trends. We define eras. Their stamps will forever be evident in our culture. Here's mine. Here's UPTXWN." All of the photos scroll backwards and the screen goes black for a few seconds. Images of the Big L tribute wall outside of the Harlem Up Deli Market, in black and white appear, then the same original six models; Sam, Levi, Von, Jade, Deanna, and Cass kneeling at different levels, crowded around the wall. Making sure not to block his face or name. Then Pretty Flako instrumental bangs through the theater's speakers. The TV flake transition changes to the Bailey house shoot. The drone shot pans around the corner of the property, all twenty four models posing looking like royalty draped in over $80,000 worth of clothes collectively. The visual pans over to a slowed down visual of Nina flashing her bottom grill, her thick frame vibing out to the up tempo beat. Then to Xierra kneeling beside her, giving face in her side profile. The screen shortly displays a wide pan of the property and models again, then switches to Levi. Iyo's suggested scene of displaying the details of his tattoos on his shirtless body-- while simultaneously showing the VVS necklace, the embroidery on the custom one of a kind jean jacket; came out perfectly.

The photos of each model in each of their looks scroll through at the right speed so each detail is fully displayed. Every model stands up, showing off as their photos went across the screen. As Gina's photoset emerges, I turn to the screen so I can roll my eyes. I instantly become reminded of how flirty she was with Erik before Yani had to snatch her up to take these. Yani stands beside me, peeping the entire scene, "Girl, suck it up. She in it now. Let's get it over with." I shake it off, turning back to the models.

The park Marcus Garvey Amphitheater scene pops up, it was a gloomy overcast. Which was perfect for the theme. As the looping instrumental repeats, each model was either sitting at the top of the folding seats, or crouched on the seat of the folding seats. The collective total of every look? $110,878. I'm lucky I got such great relationships with these clients and these models didn't fuck up any of they shit. The first visual was Von, on the center stage. His long hair hanging over his entire face. He rocked this black long open hooded jacket, shirtless. Displaying his massive musical themed chest piece. It gave me a grim reaper vibe that I was definitely looking for. The jacket was a piece I asked Chris Brown's people to create for their Black Pyramid line. They fucked with the vision and agreed to do it. Von flipped the bottom of the jacket back with force, the rest of the models appeared on stage, smoke filled the stage floor as the all black visual came to life. Gina and Cass rocked matching contrast dresses, Cass was the only model not in black that day. I put her in a white intricate lace Erdem Dress. Gina wore the matching Black dress.

Jade and Deanna were back to back. Jade was wearing a black deep v neck, with a leather ribbed comme des garcons jacket. With a cascading gold necklace reaching her stomach. Accompanied with black and gold aviator Louis Vuitton shades, Black ripped Levis I thrifted on the East side, and Jefferey Campbell's Legion booties. Deanna was wearing my favorite outfit of that day. A black long sleeved Oscar De La Renta ruffled shirt with cut out shoulders, a Burberry black ruffled skirt, and black Averil Doc Martin boots. Her bamboos and three finger ring spelling out her name put a street edge on her look that was near and dear to my Harlem bred heart. GG beat every woman's face and gave them the same cohesive smokey eye with the black, In The Spirit MAC lipstick. The only difference makeup wise was Cass' white undereye liner.

Once again the photos of every model starts cascading slideshow style. Johan was my second favorite look for that shoot, He rocked a black high low long sleeved Alexander Wang shirt, black distressed Givenchy jeans, and his personal black on black Ralph Lauren Hi Boots. I was going to put him in some other shoes, but I saw the ones he had on and they looked way better with the fit. We accompanied that look with a black Cuban link necklace, the matching bracelet, and Dolce & Gabana retro flip up round glasses.

Everyone's rave reactions trigger my tears of joy, it's all of our first times seeing the visual's final product and I couldn't be any more proud. This has really been my baby. I've nurtured it, I've put in the work for it. This moment was like its graduation. Everyone looks at me, "Awwwwww!" Yani gives me a big hug, "I'm proud of you, kid." I squeeze her, "I'm proud of us, kid." I push out a laugh.

The final shoot displayed the brownstones on Mount Morris Park, the street right outside of Marcus Garvey Park. Where my parents' old brownstone was. I only needed my original six for this one, since all twenty-four wouldn't fit on the stoop. That day, it was sunny. Not one cloud in sight. Perfect lighting for the intimate shoot. The theme was spring, specifically, pastel colors.

I dressed Jade in a pastel yellow Ted Baker maxi dress, I accessorized her outfit with vintage canary yellow teardrop earrings with a matching tennis bracelet. She wore some nude Christian Louboutin spiked peep toed heels. She stands up when she finds her face and yells while twerking, "Long Hair! Red Bottoms! Long Hair! Red Bottoms!" Everyone, including me burst out in laughter. She kept saying it so much during the shoot, I let her keep them. Paid the $1,500 tab too. Deanna was draped in a Monroe and Main white two piece suit with black accents on the collar and cuffs. We accompanied that with my personal pearls I got from my mom before she passed, some white Manolo Blahnic pumps, and some VVS diamond earrings while her hair popped in the sunlight. She wore her low cut with a rose gold tint. I put Cass in a pair of nude Emilio Pucci wide legged trousers, a White Alexander McQueen peplum top, and a matching nude blazer was draping over her shoulders. Her accessories was a silver double C Chanel choker, charm rings from Tiffany Co., and a vintage Chanel crossbody, gifted from Karl Lagerfeld himself. He said I needed something old for my collection.

The guys were matching my girls' fly. Von parallels Deanna with a Tom Ford cotton two piece suit, I laced him with some white Versace loafers with the gold Medusa emblem on the center, with the Cuban link chain Johan wore at the Marcus Garvey shoot, and golden Panthere De Cartier rounded sunglasses. Levi's parallel was for Jade's look. He wore a pastel yellow Calvin Klein. Accompanied with a large size canary ring on his index finger, and the Burberry vintage loafers. Sam paralleled Cass, in a nude ASOS suit with the matching vest. I kept it simple and just accessorized it with my dad's gold pocket watch and black Stacy Adams dress shoes.

I thought the presentation was over, but then the screen transitioned to me working behind the scenes. Me pointing and directing at the Bailey house, with the wind blowing like crazy, me filming on Highbridge at the crack of dawn, Iyo even snuck some footage of the meeting we had in Morningside Park. It looks like Yani snuck some footage of me putting the image board for the fashion show stage together as well. I'm just admiring the scene of watching the hard nights and amazing days I shared with an incredible team. The last shot was me sitting on my old stoop. I was just reminiscing, thinking of how my mom, dad, and I would eat ice cream in the spring in the same spot. I looked up, as I normally do when thinking of them, put my hands together and mumbled, 'allah , shkraan lak.' The camera was too far to catch my phrase. Afterward I bowed between my legs so I could have my emotional moment to myself.

Everyone hops on the stage to crowd around me and initiated a group hug. Once everyone slightly disbursed, I see Gina still sitting in the audience with Erik, I guess he just got here. I hear the doors open again and see Yasin, smiling at me.

By half past 10, everyone had gone home except for Yani, Nina, Gina, Erik, and Yasin. Nina is waiting on Rashad to pick her up, and I guess Gina is looking to Erik to take her home. She's literally been all up under him since his arrival.

"Tomorrow's gonna go great, babe. You got a great team behind you, you've been super focused. It can't go any other way." Yasin lands a kiss on my temple as I blush at his encouragement. I blink in Erik's direction, he's giving the same look he gave us at Rashad's party. He then grips Gina, pulling her closer to him, "Yeah. You got it Syd. We gon head out. See ya later." with that, Erik and Gina strut to the exit. Nina's phone dings, "Oh, bae is here! See ya tomorrow Syd! We gon kill it, boo!" She hugs me and Yani then jogs out the double doors, "Nice seeing you again Yasin!" he nods, "You too!"

"So tell me something about you, Sin! I've only talked about me when I see you. What was lil Yasin like?" We are strolling down Saint Nick Avenue after getting grilled jerk chicken from King Barka. We decide to sit on a park bench right outside Saint Nick Park to chat since I wasn't quite ready to go home. "Well, I was born and raised in Brooklyn. Flatbush. My moms is from Brooklyn as well. My dad's side of the family is from Harlem, the eastside, but they love uptown just as much." I grin as he continues, "I was a bad ass kid growing up. Always fighting, getting into trouble at school, I even got expelled in middle school." "Well damn! How did you go from that to--" I wave my hands around his silhouette, "This?" He takes a bite out of his chicken and flashes a sexy smile, "My mom sent me to live with my Uncle. The one that retired and gave me the maintenance business."

"Ahhhh, I see. He whipped you into shape?" He snorts, "Oh, he whipped me alright. A lot. He taught me what it is to be a man." "Where was your father?" He continues eating, pausing his story for a spell, "Uh.. He was in prison. He pushed weight for about ten years, he got caught up. He didn't snitch, so he got twenty. He got out after eight years for good behavior." "How's your relationship with him now?" He shugs, "We're cool. We had a little spat when he first got out. I had to be the man of the house for a while for my moms and sisters. I resented him for it." I take a hold of his free hand, "We patched things up recently." "So him and your mom still married?" He nods, "Yeah. Moms held him down. That lady.. She deserves the world." He finishes his dish as he glows at the mention of his mother.

"She had to get two jobs before I turned sixteen and worked with my Uncle. She held down our household for three years, alone, before I was able to step in and help her. After that, she went back to school. She finished the year before my pops got out, now she's a nurse. Doing what she loves to do." "That's great. That's what life is about, doing what you love." "Definitely." He throws away our empty plates and we keep walking down the avenue, "So what do you love to do Yasin?" "I love music." I stop in my tracks.

"Let me guess, you rap?" he sucks his teeth, "Nah, girl. I play instruments. Three; Acoustic guitar, piano, and snare drum." "Ah, okay! When did you discover your talent?" "I was... ten, I think?" "You make songs?" He pulls a slick move behind me, grabbing me by my waist. I roll my eyes as we continue to walk, "I haven't made a song in five years." "Why not?" I feel him shrug behind me, "I've been busy." I turn around to grab his hands, "You're never too busy to do what you love." He smiles at me, I sense the same glow about him that he had when he spoke of his mom. "Especially when it makes you this happy...just talking about it." Yasin closes the gap between us, "Maybe, you're right. Look at you. Doing what you love. You're inspiring Syeda. Beautiful, too." He strokes my left cheek with his palm. I freeze, much like I did a couple weeks back in my apartment with Erik.

Speaking of Erik, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do about what happened since my dad's birthday. I guess Erik knows what he wants, and that's Gina. So why am I freezing? What's stopping me? All of a sudden my inner thoughts are silenced when Yasin seals our distance, gently kissing me. My knees buckle and he hoists me up by my butt, cuffing the bottom of my cheeks. That makes me even weaker, he breaks off from me, "Damn girl. You good?" My eyes flutter as I respond, "Yeah. Yeah. I'm good." I pull him by his shirt to kiss him again.

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elcinelateleymickyandonie · 3 years

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Filmografía

Cine

Pied Piper Malone (1924)

The Other Kind of Love (1924)

Hoguera de odios (1953)

Alaska Seas (1954)

Jivaro (1954)

The Bamboo Prison (1954)

The Violent Men (Hombres violentos) (1955)

Tight Spot (En un aprieto) (1955)

5 Against the House (1955)

Storm Center (1956)

Nightfall (1957)

Dino (1957)

Run of the Arrow (Yuma) (1957)

Chicago Confidential (1957)

Hell Canyon Outlaws (1957)

Fort Dobbs (Quince balas) (1958)

Desert Hell (1958)

Sierra Baron (1958)

Violent Road (1958)

Villa! (1958)

Appointment with a Shadow (1959)

The Young Philadelphians (La ciudad frente a mí) (1959)

Ten Who Dared (1960)

The Parent Trap (Tú a Boston y yo a California) (1961)

The Deadly Companions (1961)

Moon Pilot (Piloto a la luna) (1962)

Savage Sam (1963)

The Raiders (1964)

The Pleasure Seekers (En busca del amor) (1964)

Those Calloways (1965)

A Tiger Walks (1964)

The Hallelujah Trail (La batalla de las colinas del whisky) (1965)

The Rare Breed (Una dama entre vaqueros, 1966)

The Russians Are Coming, the Russians Are Coming (¡Qué vienen los rusos!, ¡qué vienen los rusos!) (1966)

Nevada Smith (1966)

Way… Way Out (Un chalado en órbita) (1966)

Reflejos de un ojo dorado (1967)

With Six You Get Eggroll (El novio de mamá) (1968)

Krakatoa, East of Java (1969)

Gaily, Gaily (Los locos años de Chicago) (1969)

Suppose They Gave a War and Nobody Came? (Esta noche vamos de guerra) (1970)

The McKenzie Break (1970)

Something Big (La primera ametralladora del Oeste) (1971)

Scandalous John (1971)

Yakuza (1975)

El Viento y el León (1975)

Joe Panther (1976)

Nickelodeon (1976)

Hooper (1978)

Meteor (1979)

The Mountain Men (El valle de la furia) (1980)

Charlie Chan and the Curse of the Dragon Queen (1981)

Sharky's Machine (La brigada de Sharky) (1981)

Death Before Dishonor (Muerte antes que deshonor) (1987)

Young Guns (Arma joven) (1988)

Welcome Home (Bienvenido a casa) (1989)

After the Rain (1990)

Wind Dancer (1993)

Under a Killing Moon (1994)

Entertaining Angels: The Dorothy Day Story (La fuerza de un ángel) (1996)

The Second Civil War (1997)

Rough Riders (1997).

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guidetourme · 4 years

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Indore tourism places

Beautiful Indore tourism places to visit

Indore, the biggest city in Madhya Pradesh, is situated on the banks of River Saraswati and River Khan. It is viewed as the most arranged city in the state. Rich, in history and engineering, the land is likewise called as the 'Commercial Capital' of Madhya Pradesh. A nature sweetheart or a visitor with an eye for design greatness, Indore is the place to be to enjoy, learn, unwind and admire. Following are the Indore tourism places you must visit.

Central Museum

Central Museum in Indore is one of most frequented Indore tourism places. It is otherwise called the Indore Museum. It has a rich scope of accumulations that go back to 5000 BC. It has two exhibitions. One houses antiques having a place with ancient period. The second display has carvings that delineate Hindu folklore. The models and different accumulations give knowledge into the different societies that flourished in this piece of the land. One of the intriguing accumulations here is the Ganapati statue, which at 8 meters stature is the world's greatest statue of Lord Ganapati. Central Museum may not be the best most loved with numerous but rather the individuals who adore history and are enthusiastic about curios of the past, the museum involves the main place in the rundown of 'to-visit goals'.

Lal Baag Palace

Lal Baag Palace is without a doubt the loveliest palace in Indore tourism place. The development started in the year 1886 and it was finished in 1921. The design of the palace is affected by European style and is a mix of styles having a place with various periods. The doors of this noteworthy palace were thrown in England and they are imitation of Buckingham Palace's entryways. The insides spell quality in each inch. Ancient relics, works of art and figures of the over a wide span of time are seen here.

Payal Patal Pani

Patal Pani Waterfalls is a popular vacationer goal, which is arranged 36 km far from Indore. Water tumbles from a stature of around 200 to 300 feet. With thick timberlands all around, not to overlook specifying the valley, the perspectives from above are amazing. It is an incredible place to trek however you should be exceptionally cautious amid stormy season. Since water stream is exceedingly unusual, it is best to visit here profiting the administrations of neighborhood manage.

Pipliyapala Regional Park

Pipliyapala Regional Park is an ideal goal for nature sweethearts. The delightful Mughal, French and bio-decent variety gardens and an extensive variety of wellsprings here influence the place to picture idealize. Dramatic exercises led in the amphitheater inside the premises never neglect to inspire you. Sculling offices are additionally accessible here.

Rajwada Palace

Worked more than two centuries prior, Rajwada Palace is a fine example of design glory of the past time. Worked by the Holkars of Maratha Empire, it is a combination of Mughal, French and Maratha styles of engineering. The seven-storied palace has two sections, the first at the downtown areas and the second is in the old town. The three lower floors are of stone and the best floors are of wood. Consumed thrice, the last being in the year 1984, the palace was remade.

Ralamandal Wildlife Sanctuary

Covering a zone of 5 sq.km, Ralamandal Wildlife Sanctuary pulls in sightseers with its rich assortments of widely varied vegetation. The sanctuary was set up in 1989. Arranged in an impeccably pleasant setting with an uneven district and amazing valleys, the sanctuary is paradise to nature darlings. On the off chance that you are up to trekking, you may achieve the sloping top by trekking. If not, you may take an agreeable drive through the street. A portion of the wild creatures found here incorporate sambar, panther, woofing deer and dark buck. The most famous trees incorporate babul bamboo, eucalyptus, and teak. The fortress at the sloping top was utilized as a chasing spot back in the seventeenth century. Read the full article

#CentralMuseum #LalBaagPalace #PayalPatalPani #PipliyapalaRegionalPark #RajwadaPalace #RiverSaraswatiandRiverKhan

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sapphyrelily · 7 years

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mutualism

Based on The Tengu Wall from the Guild Wars 2 OST

The morning light filters through the branches, warming the earth slowly, casting speckles of white and yellow over the leaf litter. It hovers slowly, gliding by and touching leaf and branch, waking the inhabitants from their sleep.

A little bird hops out of the hollow of a tree, trilling his morning song. It echoes down the glades, ringing across the forest. Seconds tick by, and more and more voices join his – his fellows, awoken by the stroke of sunlight over their feathers, now rising to join the melody.

The wren hops off his branch, diving to the forest floor, searching for breakfast. As the sun wakes the birds, so it too, will wake his meal – insects, of all shapes and sizes.

A beetle crawls off a notch in a tree, an ant marches up a trunk, a spider hangs in its web, waiting for its own meal to pass by.

Swoop, swoop, swoop– He is relentless in his search and capture, and it is not long before he is full, flying lazily back to his tree.

The branches tilt towards him as he approaches, the leaves parting a tunnel for him. He dives in, banking sharply to land on the branch, chirruping his greeting.

“Morning.” The dryad straddles the branch, extending a hand to the wren. It hops closer, tilting its head, and he chuckles, twisting his hand to stroke its head. “Demanding.”

He thinks he sees it open an eye to glare at him, but pays it no mind. This bird he knows – and he knows it is easily placated with pats and the little grubs that always take root in his trunk.

“Northeast side, three metres off the ground,” he tells it. “A few hatched last night.”

This time, the bird chirps almost in offence, butting his fingers with its head. He laughs, recognising the gesture. “Right, right. Save them till they’re fatter.”

The wren chirps again, hopping onto his hand and allowing him to bring it close to his chest. He cradles the tiny bird carefully, letting it snuggle into the folds of his shirt. “You have feathers, shouldn’t you be warm enough?”

The nip to his finger doesn’t faze him, but it does make a chuckle slip out. “If you’re so bothered by the cold, then migrate like the rest of your flock.”

He wheezes as a heavier weight crashes into his lap, and then there are appendages wrapping around him, a head tucked under his chin. The newly appeared spirit mumbles sulkily, “You’re warmer than my flock,” and he has to laugh.

“You always say that,” he says fondly, stroking the silky strands of his hair, plucking a down feather or two loose. “But you’ve only spent one winter with them.”

“One winter is enough to know that you can suffocate under the weight of too many feathers.” The arms around him tighten, and he sucks in a breath as he feels the cold touch of a nose even through his shirt. “You’re a better alternative.”

“I suppose I should be glad that you’re so attached to me,” he says drily. The bird spirit huffs and tilts his head, regarding him with sharp eyes.

“Who else is going to eat the grubs that like nesting in your trunk?”

“Who else is so stupid to eat grubs off a poisonous yew?” He shoots back, but the other only narrows his eyes.

“The one who is somehow immune to the poison.”

He only has a moment to brace himself before there are lips on his, hard and sharp and oddly bitter – and he doesn’t care that the taste might be insect juice, because he’s kissing him back, hard enough to bruise.

The bird spirit pulls away first, but his hands remain where they are – one cupping his head, one wrapped around his shoulders. His eyes are bright, like those of his animal form, his head tilted just so.

Then he smiles.

“See. Still immune.”

He cracks a grin at that, diving in to kiss him once, twice, thrice more.

It doesn’t matter that he will never taste the softness of his lips – birds don’t have soft beaks, after all – or that one day he will age and die and leave him alone again.

He is the only one immune to the toxins in each of his cells, and he will gladly accept his affections.

-----

They spend every day like that – wrapped up in each other, talking, joking, sometimes going for walks in the forest, frost and leaves crunching under bare feet.

Where one goes, the other soon follows, their quiet laughter echoing through glades.

They are the talk of the forest – of every forest. Every tree and every animal across Japan knows who they are – the yew and his wren, bitter poison dipping in their veins. They talk about how they are an anomaly, how they are, perhaps, a new breed of coexistence.

They hear these things, and they do not care.

They have their worries, their misgivings, but they will never leave each other.

They are a dance, a melody trilled through the forest. They are a soft ballet, a gentle orchestra, a display of adoration that makes many envy to see.

They are the oddest kind of love between a tree and a bird, but they are never far from each other, a symphony and a duet.

They are the legends of the forest, and everyone admires them, but keeps their distance.

(Because no matter how beautiful their relationship, the yew is poisonous, and the wren that eats his grubs can only be, too.)

-----

They are sitting on a high branch, peering at the moon through the branches, the bird spirit nestled snugly against the dryad. Their fingers are lightly intertwined, thumbs stroking skin, but always feeling the truth beneath the glamour.

(Hard, rough bark. Silky, smooth feathers.)

(Wildly different. Worlds apart.)

(Different, different, different.)

“Do you think,” the bird spirit begins, “About what’s beyond the forest?”

The dryad hums a little. “I have wondered. But what’s the point? I couldn’t travel elsewhere.”

The wren squeezes his fingers, and the head resting on his collarbone shifts, breath fanning across his cheek. “I could.”

“Would you?” His voice is thick, the words suddenly tripping over themselves, unable to get out.

There is no answer, only the slide of hair across his chest.

Then, “I could… I would come back, and tell you what it’s like.”

He feels like he can breathe again. “Do you want to go?”

A low hum, then silence. He wonders if he has fallen asleep, and if he should return him to his nest.

“I do.”

A soft admission, a sleepy peep, and he twists in his arms to bury his face in the crook of his neck. “The city would be interesting, don’t you think?”

He cradles him gently, kissing the crown of his head, picking him up and descending. “It might be. Let me know if there are any trees there.”

“Hmm.” The bird spirit twists a little, and his concentration fades away, leaving him with a handful of sleepy wren.

He smiles and places the bird in his nest.

When morning comes, they can discuss it again.

-----

The sun is not too high in the sky, and a little wren soars above the canopy, circling, circling, before it sets off, away from the trees. A dryad stands on the topmost branches, watching until its tiny form is out of sight.

He fingers the tiny buds on some of the branches, smiling wryly.

Spring is coming, and the other birds would be coming back.

How odd then, that his favourite bird would be the one to leave.

-----

Flying is a wonderful thing. Soaring is even better.

He flaps his wings, gliding on an updraft, watching tall, grey things come into view, shiny sides on some of them. There are small suns all around, rising from the ground on thin trees, some of them changing from red to yellow and green.

And people. There are so many people.

He knows what it looks like to be human – he has a human form, after all – but it seems so very odd to be moving around in that form all the time, without concentrating to maintain it.

He alights on a thin tree with a sun-fruit, tilting his head and watching the people. They are brightly or dully coloured, with the most interesting assortment of feathers he has ever seen. Some of them are small, and some are larger; some have long feathers dripping from their heads, while some have theirs short.

He sets off again, looking for other interesting things.

There are big metallic-smelling things moving on the ground, fast, maybe faster than the panthers he has seen in other countries' forests. But they are bigger than the cats, and leave a trail of smoke as they run, and he decides that they are very odd indeed.

There are nice smells and weird smells, and noise, so much more noise than he has ever heard before. Who knew humans were so noisy?

He catches a light scent and follows it, the refreshing smell reminiscent of the forest. With every beat of his wings a speck of green grows larger, until he sees trees spread all around, a small forest in the middle of the city.

He picks a shrub to land on, pecking at a bug skittering away from him. It’s a nice snack after his long flight, and he chirps to himself, hopping along the branch to find more.

There are a few birds that pass him and the tall shrub by, but he pays them no mind. They can always approach him first, if they want to talk.

“There’s a small nest of those near my roots, if you want more.”

He startles a little, peeping angrily at the dryad peering through the leaves. The dryad shrugs and seats himself, patting the ground next to him. “You’re new around here. I wondered why you’d pick me to perch on.”

He hops closer, curious but cautious of the nice dryad. The dryad seems to smile. “You have no idea what I am, do you?”

He chirps, flying down next to him, tilting his head.

The dryad picks a fallen, half-decayed leaf from the ground, wiggling its limp body at him. “Nandina? Sacred bamboo? Poisonous plant?”

The bird is silent, its stiffening body showing its belated realisation. The dryad smiles, a little sadly. “That’s alright. Go find some non-poisonous tree to perch on. I don’t blame you.”

The bird chirps angrily, fluffing up, and then the dryad finds himself face-to-face with an annoyed spirit.

“You’re nice enough. I’m not leaving unless I want to.”

The dryad raises his brows, coughing a short laugh. “Which part of ‘poisonous' didn’t you get?”

“The part that I might get poisoned, I guess.” The bird spirit shrugs, grabbing the leaf from his hand and rolling it between his fingers.

He drops the crushed body, extending his hand. “Voilà. I’m unharmed.”

The dryad stares at him for a long, long moment, before something like shock pops his mouth open. “You’re the poison wren.”

It’s a weird name, and he isn’t sure what to think of it, but it’s almost close enough to let pass. “Poison-resistant, you mean.”

“Of course,” the dryad murmurs, eyes soft, lips tilted up. “Why are you so far from your tree?”

(Even in the city, they know who they are. The wren and the yew, always intertwined, always together.)

“I’m exploring for us.” It’s an easy reply, and he remembers their conversation, shaded by the haze of sleep and lit with the glow of moonlight. “My tree can’t come with me, but he wants to see the city too.”

The dryad bobs his head in understanding, a low gleam in his eye. “You know dryads can visit each other as long as one of them has a living tree, right?”

“No.”

(He is a young bird; his knowledge is sparse. And in the forest, no one speaks to him.)

(How could he have known?)

“Now you know.” The dryad reaches behind him, plucks a young leaf from his tree. “Take this to your tree. If he wants, he can visit me, and we can explore the forest and a bit of the city.”

The wren eyes the leaf warily. “Why are you being so nice to someone you just met?”

The dryad shrugs, the leaf twirling from limp fingers, an almost wistful look on his face. “From one poisonous being to another? It gets lonely, being isolated because you’re toxic. And besides, I’m a plant; I’ll outlive you. It’ll be nice to have a friend until someone decides to cut me down.”

He thinks about it – he knows that smile, those drooping shoulders, the wistfulness in every vein. He knows what it’s like to be looked upon from afar, never to be approached.

The nandina's not wrong. He knows he will die someday, and his yew will be as lonely as he was before he came along.

“I’ll take your leaf when I return to the forest.”

The dryad nods, graciously accepting, an arm sweeping out to the rest of the mini-forest. “Have fun exploring. I’ve got some bugs if you want to come back.”

They share a smile and the wren takes off, off to find new things, a promise at his back.

-----

He doesn’t know how long he stays – but the city is exciting and foreign, and he can’t get enough of it.

Some days he wanders in the crowd, pressed up against the other humans, eyes taking in the bright colours, tasting something new on every breath. Some days the nandina dryad wanders with him, teaching him the names of human things, showing him hidden sights and sounds.

It’s beautiful and terrifying, but he falls more and more in love with it, though the greasy smells of exhaust and takoyaki stick to his feathers for far too long.

At night he roosts within a thick-growing clump of the nandina’s leaves, their changing colours the only indication that time is passing.

The city is always bustling. It never sleeps, with its lights and loud karaoke and food stalls that close too late. He could watch it forever, this pulsing entity that is at once in its own bubble, suspended in time, yet also speeding along, changing minutely and exponentially.

But some nights, he looks up at the sky, at the moon hanging in infinite space, and he feels a tug in his heart, a deep yearning to go home.

(There are no stars in the city – too much light pollution, the nandina said – and he misses them fiercely.)

(But more than that, he misses the warmth at his back, the puff of breath over the top of his head, the whispers and teasing and jostling.)

(He misses his yew, so much that sometimes, he can’t breathe.)

He keeps wondering, when will I finally be heartsick enough to go home?

He doesn’t know.

(But maybe he does.)

He’s wandering in Harajuku again when it happens, eyes picking out the bright colours and fun outfits, listening to the sounds of people hurrying along, and the occasional human couple bustling by.

He doesn’t know what does it, but he’d stopped in a quieter street just off the main one, hiding in the cool of a shop – and suddenly he can’t breathe, he’s holding his breath, he’s frozen and in suspended animation.

He flees the shop before he can take another breath, and in an abandoned alley sheds his glamour and takes to the skies, washing away the scent.

(The scent, the scent, the scent.)

(Sprigs of yew, cut and dried and leaving a pleasant smell in the air.)

(He knows.)

(It’s time to go home.)

He’s back by the nandina before long, but he’s too agitated, too nervous, too jittery. His song is stilted and broken and so, so sorrowful, and it takes the dryad physically grabbing him before he shuts up.

“Stop panicking and tell me what is the problem.”

He struggles, oh he does, the thrumming of his heart too rapid and his song desperate.

I want to go home, I need to go home, it’s time, it’s time, I need to be home–

The dryad forces a ripe berry into his beak to gag him, sighing when he is finally silenced. “I know you don’t eat berries, so shut up and tell me calmly what the matter is.”

He tries to breathe around the berry, but it’s not easy. But he does, calms himself enough to take on his human form, spitting the berry out and blurting, “I want to go home.”

The dryad raises his eyebrows, unfazed. “So go. But maybe after you’ve eaten, you look terrible.”

“I don’t look bad, I just feel terrible. And I really, really want to go home–”

“Shut up,” the dryad sighs. “Have a beetle for the flight. And stop panicking, it’s a weird look on you.”

He pauses his panicking to snap at him, but accepts the proffered beetle and the family of grubs and a few spiders, apprehension thrumming faintly under his skin.

I need to go home.

-----

He hears the call before he sees the bird – a long trill, a shrieked song – panic and joy rolled into a terrifying screech.

He laughs giddily, disbelievingly, and parts the leaves for it.

The wren dives for the branch, banking sharply and shifting midway in its land-run sequence. They almost fall off the tree when he crashes into him, but he has branches ready to catch them – not that it matters.

He’s holding fast, braced against the trunk, arms encircling the one he had been missing for almost three seasons.

He’s back.

He buries his face in the silkiness of the other’s hair, smells the weird tinge of smoke and city smells and – another plant?

But he’s back, he’s back, and nothing else matters.

The bird spirit still has his face buried in his shirt, arms wrapped tightly around him, and he can feel the shudders going through his smaller frame.

He doesn’t pry but strokes his hair, kisses his head, feels and memorises the shape of him once again.

I’ve missed you.

I’ve missed you, I’ve missed you, and I’m so glad you’re back.

It feels like forever, yet barely a second, before the wren looks up, a wobbly smile on his face, eyes watery. “I’m home.”

He thinks his face may split with the force of his smile, and leans in to brush their noses together.

“Welcome home.”

#hq fanfic #semishira #semi eita #shirabu kenjirou #kawanishi taichi #dryad!semi #bird!shirabu #dryad!kawanishi #also if you're curious about their specific species it's on the end notes of this fic on ao3 #mythology au #fluff #well i guess so #my writing #haikyuu!!

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goaleisure · 5 years

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Dandeli- A Walk into Nature’s Nest

Dandeli a tiny town located on the banks of the river Kali, in Uttara Kannada district of Karnataka is an ideal vacation destination. This small town is full of adventure, scenic beauty, soothing solitude and wildlife trails makes this an unique place to vacation. Of late Dandeli, has been gaining a lot of popularity among travelers & is becoming a favorite spot for those who love nature.

HISTORY

Dandeli has a rich & fascinating history that makes for some great folklore. A local legend states that the city is named after Dandelappa, a local deity & a humble servant of the Mirashi landlords who lost his life because of his loyalty. An alternative legend states that a king named Dandakanayaka passed through the forest & named it after himself & the city is believed to stand on the place where Dandakaranya stood when he named the area.

HOW TO GET THERE

By Road

From Goa (Panjim): Kms: 136 via road (NH748)

Duration: Approximately 3 hrs .5hours

From Goa (Madgaon): Kms: 117 via road (NH748)

Duration: Approximately 3 hrs 5 mins

BEST TIME TO VISIT

The best time to visit Dandeli is from October to May when its beauty blooms in full glory.

The ideal time to visit the Wildlife Sanctuary is from October to November to view different species in their natural habitat.

March to May is the suitable time for water sports & adventure activities when the weather is pleasant & doubles the fun.

WHAT TO SEE

Places to visit in Dandeli:

l Dandeli Wildlife Sanctuary - It is a wildlife sanctuary located on the banks of the river Kali in Dandeli & is the second largest in Karnataka. This sanctuary is home to tigers, leopards, black panthers, crocodiles, birds, reptiles etc. It has become an important tourist destination & attracts many local & foreign tourists.

l Dandakaranya Eco Park - It is a theme park located in Dandeli & is one of the best tourist spots. This park is renowned for its famous statues of well-known Hollywood animated movies & Indian cartoon characters, attracting a number of children to bond with nature.

l Moulangi Eco Park - It is an eco park located 7 kms from Dandeli & is a popular picnic spot for tourists. It is filled with beautiful bamboo trees & is home to various species of plants & animals. This park is ideal for adventure lovers & campers.

WHAT TO EAT

There are a few restaurants in Dandeli which offer South Indian food. It is best to to go with the food offered by the resort you are staying.

There are meal houses also known as Khanavals, which offer vegetarian food on per plate basis.

ACCOMODATION

Resorts in Dandeli:

l Bison River Resort

l Starling River Resort

l Whistling Woodzs Resort

l Hornbill River Resort

l Magenta Resort

l Dew Drops Jungle Resort

l Century Resort

#Bookings on request

THINGS TO DO

Shop:

l Bamboo craft items.

l Souvenirs such as bags, hand woven baskets, flutes, body gears made out of bamboo.

Activities:

l White Water Rafting & Coracle Boat Ride in Kali River

l Wildlife Safari in Dandeli Wildlife Sanctuary

l Mountain Biking, Bird Watching & Nature Walk in the Forest of Dandeli

l Experiencing the Natural Jacuzzi Bath or River Crossing

l Trekking

#adventure #bird watching #Goaleisure #dandeli #wildlide santurary

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hikenepal123 · 4 years

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Annapurna Base Camp Trek Guide

Annapurna Region Trekking is the second longest route in Nepal after Everest Base Camp Trekking or Everest. This walk is the second home for pedestrians living in any part of the world. Mount Annapurna has an elevation of 8,091 meters (26,545 meters) above sea level. It is one of the world's top mountains with over 8,000 feet. Annapurna massif is an attractive mountain in the Himalayas where over 100,000 people travel annually. Annapurna District surrounds the conservation area, of the name Annapurna Conservation Area (ACA). The Annapurna Conservation Area Project (ACAP) provides the best effort to protect the beauty and beauty of ACA flowers.

Traveling to Annapurna District in Nepal includes a reunion and proximity to a beautiful conservation area that grows 7,629 square kilometers in the northern part of the country. Within the 1,000 to 8,000-meter range, the ACA has an all-inclusive area ranging from Sal timberland under tropical to endless snowfall that includes 22 wood species and 1,226 plant species including 55 characters. About 101 species of vertebrates including many exotic and inactive species such as the snow panther, the deer, the Tibetan flower, and the Tibetan wolf. Of the 478 species of reptiles found in Annapurna, 38 breeding species have an endangered species and circle in Nepal. The Kali Gandaki River is a landmark subdivision of bird species where species run to the mill to eastern and western Nepal. In addition, Annapurna is the largest protected region in Nepal where each of the 6 Himalayan birds of Nepal is exported.

The track for the Annapurna circuit passes through 4 major districts, namely Manang, Lamjung, Mustang, and Kaski (Myagdi). The circuit that runs through the clock from Besisahar to Nayapul and travels through Thorang La Pass at an altitude of 5416 meters. It approves mountain tops like Manaselu more than 8000m. Consequently, it passes Langtang Himal, Annapurna II and IV, Annapurna III and Gangapurna, and Annapurna I and Dhaulagiri, passing through the world's largest pass between those two 8,000 meter or so ranges. Toward the end of the trip, Poon Hill offers a wonderful view of the two mountains Annapurna and Machapuchare (Mountain Resort). Attractions like this vary depending on the buildings offered. But all of these cases are obviously recognized informally.

Famous Annapurna Trekking Routes

There are lots of trekking routes that are mainly famous in the Annapurna area. Some of the major attractions include ABC trek, Ghorepani Trek, Tilicho lake trek.

Annapurna Base Camp Trek

Annapurna Base Camp Trek is the main route to Annapurna District of Nepal with lots of high mountain deportations, base camps (Annapurna Base Camp and Machhapuchhre Base Camp), behavioral, hot springs, casinos, fast and slow flowing rivers, and so on. Annapurna Base Camp Trek can be done in 1 day (by helicopter), 3 days, 5 days, 7 days, and so on. Travel can be customized according to the needs of travelers. Flowers (rhododendron, pine, oak, fir, and spruce) and animals (leopard, langur monkey, male deer, bear, rhesus monkeys, repetitive creatures, gharials, etc.) They too capture the eye of its visitors.

Ghorepani Poonhill Trek

Ghorepani Poonhill is a hilltop area from where beautiful views of the sunrise, sunset and valley are visible. The Ghorepani Poonhill Trek offers travelers a chance to explore this area around Annapurna with its many other beautiful green and colorful landscapes, bamboo-covered forests, rhododendron, fir, oak and pine, up and down the coast, and Gurung areas and Tamang areas. This trip to Ghorepani Poonhill can be completed in 3 days, 4 days and 5 days. Therefore, the trip may be adjusted according to the need of the guests.

Tilicho Lake Trek

Tilicho Lake Trek is a trip to Nepal's most beautiful and majestic lake. Its beauty is carved in the usual international fashion. A walk through this blue-green lake is much more spectacular than the standard lakes, in all possible scenarios. The lake sits at an altitude of 4,919 feet with high mountains surrounding it, with a variety of cultures and heritage, individual breadth, forests, and the Tibetan tropical. Tilicho Trek can be made on long days or short days, which can be chosen as demand and flexibility for its guests. Tilicho Lake Trek with Muktinath yatra is also commendable. A trip to Tilicho Lake will fill your trip with much pride and satisfaction.

Best Time for Trekking in Annapurna Region

Nepal covers the general and peaceful point of meeting, gathering in the memory that travelers come to Nepal. The Annapurna area is one of those strategic goals for travelers. Getting there at the right time will be the happiest picture of your life. There are 4 seasons in Nepal, they are autumn, summer, spring and winter. Autumn (March, April, May) and spring (September, October, November) are a particularly set time for the Annapurna area, as the sky will stay clear and the weather will be full. In these two seasons (on-season), you will have a very active view of the Annapurna area. During the monsoon season (June, July, August), there is a high rainfall rate, and in winter (December, January, February), the environment is always cold. Either way, off-season travel is appropriate for these times of the year.

Challenges During Trek in Annapurna Region

Climbing the hills of annapurna region is not a basic climb. Here loads of problems and problems can be changed as long as proper safety measures are not taken. Part of the real difficulty that can occur during Annapurna migration is illness (AMS, HAPE, HACE), weather, fever summit, ice nibbles (snow bites), etc. Trekkers must use emergency treatment to pack, types of formal clothing and a Himalayan fridge, and other security measures to cope with all these difficult situations. Similarly, a proper consultation with a coordinating guide or management team will greatly assist in making the journey remarkable for dealing with all difficult situations.

If you are interested in Annapurna trek, then Hike Nepal is the perfect destination. Hike Nepal are an independent trekking and tour company with a group of tourism professionals and expert guides having long term work experience in the Nepal tourism industry. Hike Nepal assures you the best service you can get while your journey in Nepal.

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