downtown areas

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August 20, 2017
- Trains and shinkansen from Tamano > Chayamachi > Okayama > Fukuoka (Hakata)
- Afternoon walking around in Fukuoka. Did not find lockers, so had my luggage for most of the day. I was mainly in the Tenjin downtown area and around Hakata station.
- Tonkotsu ramen and gyoza for lunch just outside of Hakata station
- Found a rather familiar rooftop garden
- Ended the day downtown with a matcha chocolate crunch latte with soft serve ice cream
- Returned my pocket wi-fi at the Hakata post office before taking the 5-minute train to the airport. I only used 15.81 GB out of the 23 GB I reserved for the whole trip.
- Flight from Taipei to Vancouver delayed due to many late passengers. Returned home past midnight on August 21

anonymous asked:

"my ten years of real-world activism" starting when you were eleven? good fucking god.

Yup! When I was 10 or so I was dragged to an anti-pride event by my christian parents. They let me volunteer to go “"witness”“ to people in the actual parade, and instead I wandered around having fun, and some of the adults there talked to me and eventually became mentors to me.

At 11, I went back the next year and they asked if they could keep in touch with me. I had my cell phone and I gave them my number. At the time, a lot of community events were organized in the downtown area that was within walking distance of the library. I would get updates from people to my phone when things were happening, and then I would tell my mom the library was having an event and she would drop me off. (I did this a lot anyway because I was an avid reader and our library had a lot of events.)

I don’t remember at what age, but at some point me and a few others specifically started up a library community so we could all specifically meet there and run things.

Some may not "count” the involvement of a kid/young teen, especially because I barely recognized my own identity past “I think girls are pretty and I know I shouldn’t” until years into my teenhood, but I do. I was involved. I inputted. I received mentorship and I helped organize things and I came to events. I did this until my mental and physical health declined and I couldn’t afford the meds anymore.

Tips for driving while autistic

I feel like a lot of autistic people have a lot of trouble driving and getting their license. For many people that’s okay, there’s nothing wrong with that, y'all are valid in every possible way. Unfortunately, many of us live in cities where public transportation might as well not exist, in food deserts, in situations where we do not have people who can drive us places, in cities which make bike riding life-threatening and sometimes illegal. I would like to reiterate: there is absolutely nothing wrong with not being able to drive. The fucked up thing is a system which forces people to drive. This is intended to be suggestions for autistic people in similar situations to mine: in a food desert, no public transit, not enough money to pay for uber, etc.

Tips for driving while autistic and things to be prepared for:

-if you start dissociating and don’t feel that you can drive safely, pull over if you can. If there’s no clear place to pull over, get as far to the side as possible and turn your hazards on (this is the button with two red triangles, one inside of the other)

-keep plenty of water in the car. Keep food in the car too, but to prevent mice and rats from being tempted to investigate, keep the food in tightly sealed containers.

-if you miss the turn, it’s ok. I promise, it’s ok. Just take the next turn. Usually you’ll still be able to get to your destination by taking the next turn, and if not, it’ll give you a chance to pull over and re-evaluate or turn around.

-people will use some body language to indicate what they are intending to do. A waving hand means, “you go ahead of me.” A still hand, palm out means, “I’ll go first/thank you.”

-if you’re driving down a street too narrow for two cars, and you meet a car going in the opposite direction, just pull over for a second. Or if it’s super narrow, someone may have to back out of the street. It’s not a big deal. Try to be nice in those situations and they usually will be too. For that matter, sometimes I have to swerve slightly into the lane of incoming traffic because of bicycles and that happens too. People around you will do their best to compensate, but try to make sure you’re giving them enough time and warning for them to compensate (use your turn signal or hazards and spend as little time in the wrong lane as possible).

-no one wants to crash. Usually if you do something stupid the people around you will compensate and avoid you, although you might get some honks and middle fingers (yeah, mentally prepare for that)

-in terms of speed limit, it’s usually better to match the cars around you. The actual speed on a road is usually about 5mph over the posted speed limit.

-it doesn’t matter if you are going 15mph over the speed limit. There are still assholes who will tailgate you. (Meaning they will drive really close behind your car attempting to intimidate you into driving faster) The key thing to remember is that they also don’t want to crash, which means all they will do is intimidate. Because I’m an asshole and I hate tailgaters, I usually slow down when someone starts tailgating me. Remember: do not start driving faster. Police will ticket the person in front (aka you) because that person is “setting the speed” and they will not ticket the tailgater.

-parking is stressful, especially in downtown areas. Be prepared to wander for a while looking for parking and factor that into your drive time.

-some places no longer require you to learn to parallel park. Please learn anyway if you feel able. It will make finding parking a lot easier later on.

-bicycles will always be where you least expect them. Always. Especially if it’s illegal for them to be there. Just be prepared for them being anywhere and everywhere and not following the laws of traffic at all.

-the first time it rains or snows in the fall/winter, literally everyone will have forgotten how to drive. It’s a thing. Be prepared for the roads to be chaotic

-the most difficult part is the test itself. That’s the part where you disregard everything I’ve said about how driving actually works and just obey the letter of the law the best you can. Don’t forget you can retake the test if need be. Also, there will often be reviews online talking about which DMV in your area has the easiest test route.

-I try to do meditation breathing a lot while I’m driving under stressful circumstances. It’s very helpful for me

I hope this is helpful. If anyone else has any other tips for driving while autistic, I would be glad to hear them.

Edit: I can’t believe I forgot this! I’ve found that certain types of stimming can be somewhat dangerous while driving. I’d say chewing stims are fine, vocal stims are cool, but I would hold off on the visual and physical motion stims until you’ve had quite a bit of driving practice. Auditory stims are somewhat ok, but be careful to make sure you can still hear sirens and stuff (also earbuds/headphones while driving are illegal in many places)

-turn signals can basically function as a way of telling people around you “hey, pay attention! I’m about to do something!” Even if you’re just changing lanes or are swerving around an open car door you can use them to communicate that people should be ready for you to do something unexpected.

-traffic will stop much more quickly than you expect. Always keep an eye on the brake lights ahead of you.

A Performing Arts High School
  • Everyone makes fun of the Dance Majors because they all wear athletic clothes, and all kinda waddle.
  • The main campus monitor is a fat man that just drives around on his cart all day, yelling things at people. Not even angry things. Just things about Celine Dion and diets that are strictly bread.
  • The vice principle once had a conversation with me about sissy websites. I told him he should dress up and wear a tutu. He laughed.
  • Everything is always broken. There’s always something broken. Always.
  • The school is in the downtown area, and there are a LOT of homeless people around. Once a homeless man walked into the VD2 class and just yelled.
  • One homeless man killed himself on campus before school. School still went on that day, though.
  • The school has a sleepcam account, and an account dedicated to one of the pigeons that stay on campus. His name is Chad.
  • Everyone hates the band majors.
  • My art teacher asked our class to bring her dead birds, and like 3 people did.
  • There were like, 3 fires in one day. Fuckin theater tech majors, man.
  • There are a bunch of levels of basements to the main theater. A kid was rumored to have lost his hand at the bottom.
  • A kid was rumored to have died from falling from the catwalk in that same theater, actually.
  • The photo teacher doesn’t give a shit. About anything. She lets us roam campus all period as long as we tell her we’re shooting for a project.
  • Once during photo, me and my friend found some of the tech majors destroying a wooden end table with a hammer. Their eyes were glazed over. They let us hit the wooden end table, too. Fuckin tech majors, man.
  • No one questions the printed out pictures of Robbie Rotten in the hallways. 
  • Once there was a fleshlight in the Fraiser building’s boy’s restroom. I didn’t realize till I peed on it. People took selfies with it.
  • All of the art majors are dead inside, some of them are on a lot of drugs, too.
  • Once someone broke a toilet off the floor in the girl’s art bathroom. 
  • Everyone thinks the jazz majors are all on drugs. 
  • Under the gym by the field is where a lot of the emos gather at lunch. It’s called the emo canopy.
  • Other schools in the city call our school LV-Gay instead of LVA. There are so many gays, yet no one stable enough to actually date.
  • There was a boy in the Ballroom one class that would just, stop every 15 minutes or so and do 10 push-ups. Every day. Without fail.
  • All of the film majors are horny. All the time.
  • No one knows what’s going on, ever.

anonymous asked:

57 with fluff ending?

Her (Yoongi x Reader Angst/Fluff)

Prompt request: “You don’t understand, you never do!”

Summary: Yoongi is still close with his most recent ex. He doesn’t think much of it, and he’s told you many times that he doesn’t have any feelings for her. But when they dated for years, and you’ve only been in the picture for a few weeks, you can’t help but feel a little insecure. 

Word count: 1.7k words

Originally posted by jeonbase

You yawned quietly, snuggling into Yoongi’s lap. The movie playing in front of you was boring, and it already hours past midnight. As you fought the urge to fall asleep, you turned your head to see how your boyfriend was faring.

Above you, Yoongi’s face was illuminated by the bright screen of his phone. He was typing away, completely engrossed in whatever he was doing. Every now and then, his lips would quirk into a smile or he would laugh breathily.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice slurring slightly due to your exhaustion. Yoongi glanced down at you, his eyes wide with surprise as if he had forgotten you were there. “I’m getting sleepy.

“Oh, I’m just texting Eunha,” Yoongi replied, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall above his television. You couldn’t help but frown at the mention of Yoongi’s ex-girlfriend, and the fact he was talking to her while you were supposed to be spending time together. “Yeah, it’s getting late. I didn’t even notice. You gonna head to your dorm?”

You sat up quickly and grabbed the remote that was beside you. You turned off the TV and stood up. “Yeah,” you answered curtly. “I’ll see you later.”

“Y/N, don’t be like that,” Yoongi sighed, running a hand over his face tired. He stood up, too, and tucked his phone into his back pocket. “You know that we’re just friends. There aren’t any feelings between us. Besides, we were friends before we dated, I’m not just gonna cut her out of my life.”

“Yeah, I know,” you said resignedly, looking at your feet instead of Yoongi. “There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just me.”

“Hey, don’t be like that,” Yoongi said softly, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “I’m dating you because I like you, not anyone else. Don’t worry about stuff like that, okay?”

“Okay,” you replied, returning your boyfriend’s smile with a small one of your own. Yoongi pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“Come on, it’s already late,” Yoongi said, grabbing your head and threading his fingers through yours. “I’ll walk you to your dorm.”

“It’s okay, Yoongi,” you laughed, trying to disentangle your hand from his. He wouldn’t let go. “Really, it’s fine. My residence is like, a five minute walk away.”

“So?” Yoongi asked, his eyebrow raised challenging. “It’s dark. Something might happen. And besides, I want to.”

“If you insist,” you conceded teasingly. The two of you slipped into your shoes and exited Yoongi’s small dorm, hand in hand and smiling the entire way back to your place.


A few days later, you and Yoongi were supposed to meet up at a quaint coffeeshop for brunch. You had planned the date a few weeks ago. Yoongi was fairly late, so you wondered if he had forgotten. You pulled out your phone to see no new messages. Sighing, you started to text Yoongi.

SENT 10:27 AM

Hey r u coming?

RECEIVED 10:32 AM

Yeah I’m OMW. Sorry about that.

SENT 10:33 AM

It’s cool. I’m gonna order so I don’t get kicked out tho

RECEIVED 10:36 AM

I just bumped into Eunha. She just got in from Daegu today. Do you mind if she comes along?

SENT 10:37 AM

Seriously Yoongi?

RECEIVED 10:40 AM

I know, I know. But she’s not gonna have any time to see me otherwise. I haven’t seen her in months, Y/N.

SENT 10:42 AM

Fine. Do what you want.

And when Yoongi and Eunha waltzed into the coffeeshop, eyes bright with laughter and huge smiles, you regretted texting that.

Yoongi spotted you quickly, and shot you an apologetic smile before leading Eunha to where you were sitting. You hated to admit it, but she was really pretty. Her and Yoongi probably made a great couple.

“Y/N, this is Eunha,” Yoongi introduced as they sat down in front of you. “Eunha, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Oh!” Eunha exclaimed, looking a little flustered once she realized she was interrupting a date. Still, she smiled dazzlingly at you. “It’s so nice to meet you. Me and Yoongi are old friends, and we haven’t seen each other in a long time. I didn’t know you were supposed to be on a date, though.”

“Nice to meet you, too!” you replied cheerfully, although your smile was not as genuine as you tried to make it. “And it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Damn, Yoongi,” Eunha laughed, shoving him in the shoulder. “You’re such a shitty boyfriend. I’m so glad I broke up with you.”

“Hey, she said it was fine!” Yoongi said defensively, though he was laughing. “And I broke up with you, for the record.”

“Whatever,” Eunha snorted, picking up the menu from the table. “We should order. This place looks really good. Oh! Yoongi, they have crêpes. Your favourite!”

“Oh, really? Awesome,” Yoongi smiled. You bit your bottom lip, frustrated that you didn’t know that, and even more frustrated that Eunha did. “I’ll have that then, I guess.”

The two friends conversed easily, catching up for lost time. Soon, they began talking about old friends–ones still living in Daegu that you hadn’t even heard of–and you stopped listening. The food arrived shortly after, and you slowly ate your Belgian waffles as Yoongi chatted away.

You watched him devour his chocolate crêpes, and then yell when Eunha snatched a piece with her fork. They looked like the couple, not you and Yoongi, But you bit your lip and said nothing, not wanting to make a scene.

In what felt like hours later, everyone had finally finished their food. Still, neither Yoongi nor Eunha looked like they had intentions of leaving anytime soon. The two of them hadn’t addressed you in the last few minutes, so you played idly on your phone.

“I’m gonna go to the washroom real quick,” Eunha announced, her chair scraping against the floor as she stood up. You winced at the sound. “Be right back!”

Eunha bounced away in search of the restroom. Once she was out of sight, Yoongi turned to you excitedly.

“So what do you think?” he asked. “She’s really fun, right? You should talk more, I think you two would make great friends.”

“Are you being serious, Yoongi?” you hissed, incredulous. “I’m sure she’s a great person, but really? We’re on a fucking date right now.”

“You said it was fine!” Yoongi exclaimed, his smile slipping away. “And I rarely get to see her. Forget that we dated–she’s one of my best friends. You know, it’s hard leaving half my life behind in Daegu. I’m sorry for wanting to see my friends and introduce them to you.”

“It’s not about that, you asshole,” you snapped, standing up. “You can be friends with whoever you want Yoongi. But think about this in my perspective, okay?”

You grabbed your thin jacket from behind your chair. Pulling a bill from your pocket, you threw it onto the table. “That should cover my food,” you said, turning to leave. “I’ll see you later. There’s no point in me staying.”

“Y/N, you’re being ridiculous,” Yoongi growled, his voice deepening angrily. “I don’t understand why you’re–”

“You don’t understand, you never do!” you interrupted. “We’ll talk about this later. Tell Eunha I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to say bye.” With that, you turned on your heel and walked out of the store.

Secretly, you were hoping Yoongi would come after you, but he didn’t.

With nothing to do, you wandered around aimlessly. Eventually, you came across a familiar landmark. There was a small park in the middle of the downtown area. You and Yoongi had been there several times together.

You walked slowly through the familiar setting, coming across a small pond. It was cool outside, so there weren’t as many animals as there were the last time you had came with Yoongi. There was a bench nearby, so you flopped onto it and stared at the blue sky above you, letting your mind wander to anywhere but Yoongi.

Still, you couldn’t help but think about the events that had just transpired. You were angry with Yoongi, but you were even angrier at yourself for being so insecure. Sighing, you pulled your jacket tighter around you and stood up, ready to leave.

“Y/N,” Yoongi panted from behind you, his voice too familiar to miss. You spun around, mouth agape in surprise. “I had no idea where you went. Took me so long to find you.”

“I didn’t think you were going to follow me,” you replied, crossing your arms. Still, seeing Yoongi before you, breathless and sweating in his desperation to find you, dissipated your anger. Sighing, you spoke again. “Look, I’m sorry about earlier. You were wrong to do what you did, but I overreacted and I apologize for that.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Yoongi said with a small smile, moving closer to you. “I realize now that I’ve been pretty shitty. Not just for bringing Eunha on our date, but because I even let you feel any type of jealousy over Eunha.”

“My feelings are my own,” you snorted, uncrossing your arms as Yoongi had a move to hold your hands. You let him, his warm hands completely engulfing your frigid ones. “They’re mine to deal with.”

“No,” Yoongi said, shaking his head. “I’m not good at talking about things like this. But it’s my fault for not telling you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. If I did, you would know that what I feel to you is incomparable to what I feel–or felt–for Eunha.”

“How much you love me?” you teased, although your heart was hammering in your chest. Yoongi had never said that before, and you didn’t either because you didn’t want to pressure him.

“Yes, how much I love you,” Yoongi repeated, his cheeks turning bright red. “I’m sorry I never told you before. But it’s true. I’m sorry I made you think that my feelings for you were anything less than that.”

“Well, you’re forgiven,” you laughed, pressing a quick peck against Yoongi’s lips. “And, for the record, I love you too.”

And, much later, you realized Yoongi had been right. You and Eunha made great friends, and Yoongi was beginning to regret ever introducing the two of you.

- Girl in Luv

Ok…so I was going to make this a Tutor!Yoongi thing, but I’m like 99% sure that’s not what any of the anons were requesting. But if you want a tutoring AU…like let me know. Thanks for requesting to all the people who did! I hope you enjoyed. As always, thanks for reading 💛

Don't be an asshole to the guy letting you into the bar

So I work the door at a bar in my town on weekends. It’s a pretty busy downtown area and on Saturday nights we check the ID of everyone that comes in, just to cover our own ass. So this 24 year old looking lady comes in and I ask her for her ID. She immediately goes on a tirade of “do you know how old I am?!” I explain that it doesn’t matter and I have to check everyone’s ID as that’s our policy (along with the policy of almost every other bar in town.) so all her friends give me their IDs without any issue. Finally the angry one gets her ID out and touches it to my face and says “see I’m fucking 30! And it’s my birthday today!” So I politely respond with “that’s nice. Maybe you should act like it.” And she loses her shit telling me how much of a dick I am. And I told her she didn’t need to come into the bar if she didn’t want to. And she told me she’d be where ever she wanted to be. And this is where she is drinking. So she goes to the bar and I tell all the bartenders to make her wait as long as possible before serving her and then to only serve her once and cut her off. She stood at the bar for 20 minutes or so before finally getting a chance to order. She orders one shot and then goes to order a drink, the  bartender responds with a smile. “I’m sorry mam we are going to have to stop serving you. You appear to be to drunk.” She freaks out and tells her friends they are leaving the bar. But the best part is all her friends were having a great time and didn’t want to leave. So she ended up leaving by herself on her birthday.

TL:DR. Don’t Piss off the guys letting you into a bar. They have just as much say in whether you get drinks as the bartenders do.

humble beginnings in Avenue 🌱 

Avenue is going to be themed around the downtown area I live in, featuring brick roads, a farmer’s market, an antique store, + a cozy loft apartment. I’ll mostly be working on Avenue on my own in my free time, but I’ll play in this town in live streams on my YouTube showing you progress I’m making + having people from the chat over to play!  (●´ω`●)

No Pressure

Steve x reader

Summary: you just needed someone to act as a barrier between you and an unwanted encounter with an ex.

Warnings: someone gets a little grabby, for just a sec.

Word Count: 1472

A/N: I suck at naming things. Also, this is my first time writing something that involves someone being slightly rough with the reader, as in, they grab the reader’s arm. It’s very brief, and the reader retaliates. But you get to see Steve fumbling over his words in front of a lady, so at least there’s that.

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

Steve was having one of those days where the fact that he couldn’t get drunk on ordinary alcohol was a real drag. The mission he’d just returned from had been kind of rough; their lead on a HYDRA base was incomplete and they’d essentially walked into a trap.

The good news was that everyone came home. The flip side was that most of them were pretty banged up. Sam ended up with some bruised ribs, Wanda sprained an ankle and had a terrible migraine, a bullet grazed Clint’s calf. Everyone had a generous coating of bruises and scrapes. Even Steve left with a sore wrist and a limp, though he was lucky; he’d be fine by morning.

There was an aggravating mix of opposing thoughts floating through his head. He didn’t want to hover around his injured teammates like a mother hen, even though he cared for their well-being more than his own. He also didn’t want them to blame him for the mission’s problems, so he figured he’d get out of the tower. But even that came with the feeling that he was running from the reality of how the day unfolded.

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Pulse Part 7

Part 6

Genre: ANGST
Words: 2,226
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Depressing and suicidal thoughts, stalking, violence, injuries, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.

Originally posted by psychopierce

Taking a cab back to your apartment had given you enough time to think. You weren’t going to take the cab to the police station, not wanting to put any driver’s life in danger. You’d take Nat’s car, and if something were to happen, well, at least you’d be dead and wouldn’t have to deal with Natasha’s rage.

You felt overly paranoid as you entered the building to grab the car keys. It was a constant feeling nowadays, to feel somebody else’s eyes on you, to feel vulnerable and naked from the outside as every one of your moves was analyzed. The feeling sparked a sense of panic inside of you, almost like a shot of adrenaline that forced your feet to move faster and your thoughts to become more erratic. Your pace quickened dramatically until you were in the front seat of Natasha’s red Nissan Altima.

You immediately locked the doors and took a deep breath. Your fingers shook as you gripped the steering wheel and closed your eyes, leaning your head back slightly to compose yourself. You had absolutely no idea what you were doing, but you knew you couldn’t sit around and do nothing any longer. You refused to play victim. You refused to hide behind others’ strength. There was only one thing you could control in your life and that was this moment.

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Monstrum

Originally posted by kpop631

word count: 16.4k

tags: smut, angst, serial killer Jungkook!AU

WARNING!!!! I understand that this fic may be very triggering as it contains mentions of murder, extreme violence and rape, so if you are sensitive to those topics I recommend you DO NOT read this. Thank you in advance.

Moving to a new town is hard, especially after the company you worked for went bankrupt and you’re left jobless and alone in the hot, summer weather. Thankfully, a close relative informed you about a new apartment near them that was insanely affordable. You didn’t even think twice about the possible living conditions before driving out to the secluded town. In all honestly, anything would’ve sufficed as long as you got out of your old apartment which was now too expensive for you to rent out (not to mention the air conditioning cut off a while back).

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Sugar? Yes, Please (M)

Summary: SugarDaddy!Yoongi AU. You’re a college student with an aspiration for journalism, but the traumatic experience of being broke and lonely gives you an opportunity to try out something new: become a Sugar Baby.
Genre: Smut 
Words: 8,216
Warnings: Daddy kink, age difference
A/N: This was originally supposed to be separated into two parts, but I figured just screw it; we’re all thirsty for Yoongi, so I’ll keep it all in one. Please enjoy this monster of a fic because it took me literal days and I am so done with myself.

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Submission for My Town Urban Legend

In Bellingham, WA, there is a coal miner urban legend that Ive only heard through word of mouth. It’s common knowledge that there are coal mines under the city that were in use late 1800s-early 1900s. Bellingham sits against Bellingham Bay, and the legend is that around the time the coal mines closed, there were tunnels that went under the bay, and that one day it sprung a leak. Since the Bay is  deep water access, and for some other reasons, the leak could easily become catastrophic, so the managers of the mine sealed up the flooding areas, and later all the tunnels that went under the bay, with the miners still inside. The miners that died in there then cursed the town that if you are born in Bellingham, you will die in Bellingham.

There are a couple of strange components to this also. Everyone I (born in city limits, lifelong local) know who was born in Bellingham has come back. My friend lived five years in Virginia and it was a fluke he ended up back in town, and now he can’t leave due to a variety of reasons. My mother traveled all over the country and wanted to settle down in DC, but she came back and has been her for 30 years now, and despite wanting to move to the coast, hasn’t had the opportunity. 

I also got curious about this urban legend last fall, so I did some snooping in public records and the library. The city has maps of maybe 1/3 of the coal shafts and tunnels. Most of the maps were lost in the Great Fire in San Francisco (a company there owned the lions share of the mines, rest were split between small time local owners). But there are maps that are just gone. Weren’t in SF or part of those mines, no reason the city should have lost them, there’s never been a calamity like that. They’re just gone, and with them the knowledge of some of the tunnels under the downtown area which, consequently, is right up against Bellingham Bay.

acelaevateins  asked:

My college feels a little like Elsewhere U: it's in a town out in the middle of nowhere, the downtown area looks like it hasn't changed since the 50's but we have big box stores and chain restaurants, and my dorm is new but is right across from an old empty dorm that needs to be torn down because asbestos but can't because budget. Another dorm was actually torn down and the big empty field where it used to be feels like a liminal space. Also there's a castle. The math dept is in there.

‘the math dept is in there’ oh my god this makes it sound like you’ve lost them. like you stare out the hellscape of 50s empty townbuildings towards the looming castle and shake your heard. ‘it’s been three weeks. we haven’t heard anything. we’re losing hope’

anonymous asked:

I was really struck by something I read in one of your earlier replies to an ask, which was "we’ll never know what Rachel would have done after the war ended", and I wondered if perhaps you may actually have some thought about what might have happened if she did? How WOULD Rachel, who thrived in war, adapt to the mundane life after?

Jake

After a while Rachel’s aunt and uncle get so used to her stopping by that they just make her a copy of their house key; it’s easier than answering the door all the time or leaving a window open for her, besides which they’re grateful because she’s there almost every day to bully Jake out of bed and into the world to go do something.  Most days it’s just attending Habitat for Humanity builds in the devastated areas downtown or visiting kids from the local hospital who idolize them both.  Rachel doesn’t mind dragging Jake out of his room at all, because while Tobias is good for taking random college classes or exploring new parts of the country with her, there are still plenty of stupid things that she can only talk Jake into doing.  Together they surf during hurricanes, skydive without parachutes, swim to the bottom of the ocean as orcas and throw themselves off cliffs as birds of prey.  

Rachel doesn’t pretend to understand what he’s going through, because she quite simply can’t—if she even tries to think about what it would be like if it was Jordan or Sarah she’d had to kill during that last battle, she tends to lose the ability to breathe.  But while she can’t give him empathy she can give him this: the scream of wind rushing past their bodies as they hurl toward the ground at nearly a hundred miles an hour, the incomparable thrill of the ground approaching them faster than an oncoming train, the moment of simple euphoria during that millisecond decision to once again open one’s wings and tell death not today.  He doesn’t smile much, and never laughs, but that’s always been true to some extent.  She doesn’t concern herself with making him smile, but with forcing him to gasp for air in his refusal to give up on life, to morph when not doing so would mean drowning in the cold Pacific, to swerve a second away from spattering on the ground.  Because she’s the only one who understands the power of those moments to make them forget everything in the world except the heady rush of being so goddamn alive they can barely even stand it.

Marco

It’s strange, really, how tough and showy they can be around each other most of the time… and how vulnerable they can become when no one else is around.  Rachel’s pretty sure she’s the only one who ever saw Marco cry after they all watched Eva’s body tumble hundreds of yards to its apparent death, and she knows for certain that she’s the only one to whom he says “it’s like we never really got her back at all,” the day his parents announce their divorce.  In public Rachel and Marco become even more themselves, one-upping each other to see who can come out with the most embarrassing story in round after round of interviews and bantering at lightning speed as live studio audiences laugh and cheer.  Rachel gives a hysterical, exaggerated account of Marco’s failed attempt at gatecrashing William Roger Tennant’s award banquet; Marco comes back with a heroic narrative of how his llama-self saved an entire television studio from the crocodile Rachel conveniently forgot to mention she had puked out backstage.  When talking about the time Helmacrons invaded Marco’s nose, they each manage to make the whole mess entirely into the other one’s fault.  

In private, they sit on the back porch of Marco’s primary house once a week and work their way through a bottle of triple sec they’re definitely too young to own.  It’s during those long evenings as the sun sets over the Newport Beach mansions that they air the things to each other they’ve never told a living soul before.  Marco talks about the hard bright-edged joy of watching 17,000 yeerks sucked into space and only being able to imagine their screams.  Rachel confesses to having cried herself to sleep after she and Ax dropped David on that island.  They air their sickest thoughts, lance their most pus-rotted wounds, spew poison at each other because they know that they are both strong enough (hard enough, cold enough, ruthless enough) to take it and give back in turn.

Cassie

Rachel’s honestly not sure how far Cassie would have gotten, politically, if not for her help.  Because that girl might have passion and conscience and common sense to spare, but Rachel’s not sure she’s met a more appearance-clueless person in her life.  The world of politics runs on fashion and makeup, though, especially if one happens to be a woman, and any time Cassie’s about to go tell the United Nations why they need to update the Universal Declaration of Human Rights today to include the hork-bajir and taxxons, or to scold Congress into giving the ex-hosts war reparations and not murder charges, Rachel is there in the background helping.  She shows Cassie the power of stalking into a room in a pair of towering heels, the ways to make a string of pearls or a Chanel handbag into a weapon of power.  Cassie laughs incredulously every time Rachel shows up at her house with a literal truckload of perfectly-tailored business suits and evening gowns, but over time she starts to understand just how much her reputation for being as elegant as she is fierce can work in her favor.  

Rachel, in turn, starts to put out patents for the kind of clothes Cassie would love: comfortable and practical items that can be worn for years without needing replacement.  Rachel figures that if she’s an international trendsetter already (and she is: her line of perfume makes millions every year, while black leotards are debuting on Paris runways) then she might as well have her best friend and the world of high fashion meet in the middle.  Of course Rachel doesn’t explicitly mention that her patent-leather pumps with arch support and heel padding are inspired by the experience of trying on Cassie’s Timberlands, or that her choice of size-16 models for all her advertisements comes from making dresses that would fit Cassie and sizing up or down from there.  But what’s most amazing to her is that the other dressmakers and shoe lines start to emulate her choices, emphasizing the comfort and sturdiness of everything they make even as they tout it as “cutting edge.”  If Rachel has dragged Cassie into being a fashion icon, then it turns out Cassie might just have dragged Rachel into being a social justice warrior along the way.

Ax

Ax seems somewhat dumbfounded when Rachel explains that there’s an Earth tradition that any ship’s captain can perform a marriage ceremony, and that even if there’s no law on the books about this particular power she wants him to do it anyway.  She’s not sure herself how her and Tobias’s small private ceremony (at least, that was the intention) has grown so much, but even she has to admit that somewhere between the 230-person guest list, the custom chuppah to be hand-embroidered by a team of local artists, the five-tier cake imported from a German bakery, and the dress which is personally designed by Alexander McQueen, things might have gotten slightly out of hand.  Ax takes the duties very seriously, practicing the strange mouth sounds he has to recite more than once in advance and promising solemnly that he will not eat any of the cake until Rachel and Tobias have had the chance to cut it.  

He serves as their best man as well (probably breaking with tradition, not that they care) and the speech he makes afterward is surprisingly heartfelt.  «There has been no greater honor in my life than to fight by your side,» he tells them, «and I owe you both my life many times over.  I owe you more than that, of course, for you have made this strange planet my home when I came to you lost and alone.  I am not sure what humans traditionally wish for each other with a bond such as this, so I will wish you this much: may your lives be long, may your battles be easily won, may you be loved and feared in equal measure, and may your chili always be perfectly seasoned.» 

Tobias

It’s not like they get jobs, or hold down formal obligations, or do anything more structured than attend occasional classes at UCSB or consult with the fashion agency that sends Rachel freelance checks.  So there’s really no reason they can’t continue their odd lifestyle, only in the same form at the same time for two hours at most.  At least, that’s how it is for the first several years… and then one day Rachel comes out of the bathroom, a tiny white stick in her hand, and they both realize their lives are never going to be the same again.  Tobias is terrified, of course: he’s been abandoned (voluntarily or not) by two parents, four guardians, and countless authority figures, and he’s got no reason to believe he’ll be any different.  But he knows what the first step will be in committing to raising this baby for real.  And so he morphs human for the very last time.  

In the years that follow, after their daughter eventually gets a little brother as well, Rachel and Tobias become more boring than they ever could have hoped for.  Rachel starts working full-time as a fashion designer, while Tobias finishes an advanced degree in graphic design and gets a job with the marketing branch of the same company.  They go to PTA meetings and teach their daughter softball, buy a sedan with good gas mileage and a two-story house in Mendocino County where the reporters can’t find them.  They still get restless sometimes, leaving the kids with Loren or Sarah for a week or two at a time to go white-water rafting on the Colorado River or to climb mountains in Tanzania, but they always miss the kids enough to come home before long.  They donate thousands of dollars to end world hunger every year, and they fundraise millions more.  Someday they’ll retire.  Someday after that they’ll die.  For now, however, they’re alive, and that’s enough.