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smoke from the chimney, log cabins on the moon

I carved a hollow place in the moon for you; I built a log cabin where a spaceship should be. When you arrive,  you will never have to swallow the poison of oxygen – never be told to hold your breath.

The craters are good places to play. When you fall, Gravity won’t curse you. When you speak, the words will float into expansion and you will be heard across the universe. 

We will build a home where love is not disrupted by satellite signals. You will understand what it is like to orbit something only beautiful from a distance. I will give you history books and religious texts

and teach you that fear is the murderer of millions. We will laugh at the lovers laying on blankets and staring at us, promising our home to one another.

When it is cold, we will burn rocket fuel but never tell ghost stories. We will vacation where the sun cannot pollute our skin cells. The arch of constellations will be meaningless 

until we create our own shapes. 

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Times Square’s 8-year redesign is a blueprint for the city of the future

  • On average, 330,000 people visit Times Square every day, a mixture of 56% locals and 44% out-of-towners. To call it “busy” would be to call Celine Dion merely “capable” of belting out an F5 note.
  • But while the number of daily visitors continues to rise, for nearly a decade Times Square has quietly gone through a dramatic reinvention, all in an effort to make it more pedestrian friendly.
  • And while it may look like an easy solution for the notoriously congested area, its decades of debate and planning show just how complex the restructuring of the most visited destination in the U.S. truly has been.
  • Now, with its recent completion, the pervasive image of Times Square as the epicenter of hustle and bustle has begun to fade. What has emerged could be the future blueprint for open civic squares. Read more (6/1/17)

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I made a cage.

To save some space, I made a cage to fit on top of my dresser. Being that my boys spent all of their time on the top level of their old cage, this new layout will hopefully mean that they have more usable space than they did with their DCN. They very rarely spent any time in the lower level. This new cage isn’t as large as the DCN but it’s all top floor so I feel there’s less wasted space.

The dimensions are 63″ wide x 18″ deep x 24″ tall. It’s 15.75 cubic feet. The single unit Critter Nation is about 11.42 cubic feet and the double is about 22.85 cubic feet so this cage falls somewhere between the single and double.

It has about 13.5 square feet of floor space. The single unit Critter Nation has about 8.3 square feet of floor space and the double has around 16.6 square feet of floor space.

It was modeled after the Martin’s cage design. It’s basically two R-680s stitched together side by side.

Some of my accessories from the DCN don’t work in this cage so I’ve got a little bit of shopping to do but so far I’m really happy with the new cage.

I think the boys approve.

* I posted a description of how the cage was built here *

Preference: Holding their Firstborn

Partially requested by @the-bookish-soul…. Rhys’ is a little longer because thats the one they requested.

Rowan:

He can barely contain himself. Rowan is crying softly, unable to tear his focus away from the little bundle in his arms to even wipe his tears away. He gently holds the baby, forcing himself to be ultra careful so as to not hurt it in any way. He finally looks up at you, still laying in the bed, fresh tears brimming in his eyes and you almost laugh at the sight. Rowan Whitethorn: reduced to tears at the sight of his child, because he has wanted this for centuries, and he finally has it, and he will protect it with everything in him. ‘Thank you’ he mouths, so as not to wake your daughter.

Rhysand: 

Twice Rhys makes sure that you have had enough time holding the baby before he agrees to take it from your arms. She’s small, fragile, and drowsy, Rhys observes, noticing the fluttering of her eyelids and how tiny she is compared to him. Suddenly, her hand comes out and grabs onto his shirt, making Rhys gasp and look up at you in question. You wave your hand, telling him it’s fine, and he relaxes, shifting her weight to one arm so he can grab her little hand in his own, fully engulfing it. He sways, making various quiet noises to help her sleep. ‘Oh Cauldron, I love her so much’ he says to no one in particular. You slowly get up, aching just a bit, and Rhys tries to stop you, but you wave him off and stand in front of him, your daughter in between the two of you. You grasp her other hand, kiss her forehead, and then look up at your husband. ‘My whole world in four square feet of space’ he murmurs, not looking away from his daughter, a small smile on his lips. 

Dorian:

He’s not sure he could be any happier than he is at this moment. His heir, his child, his daughter, swaddled in his arms is the best feeling in the world. Her little wisps of dark hair tickle his arm as he runs a thumb gently over her soft, chubby cheek. Her sapphire eyes open slightly and Dorian smiles grandly and kisses her forehead. ‘She’s so perfect’ he whispers, and you can’t help but agree. 

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The Future Of Astronomy: Thousands Of Radio Telescopes That Can See Beyond The Stars

“Radio astronomy has brought us pulsars, quasars, microquasars, and mysterious sources like Cygnus X-1, which turned out to be black holes. The entire Universe is out there, waiting for us to discover it. When SKA is completed, it will shed a light on the Universe beyond stars, galaxies, and even gravitational waves. It will show us the invisible Universe as it truly is.”

When we break out the big guns – space telescopes like Hubble or James Webb – we can see the Universe as it was billions of years ago, if we look for long enough. From the first moment that the Universe forms stars and galaxies, so long as that light has a path to our eyes, humanity can view it with the right equipment. This record-breaking approach has brought us in contact with galaxies from as early as when the Universe was just 400 million years old: 3% of its current age. Yet no matter how far back we go, we’ll never be able to see the era from before there were stars or galaxies at all using this approach. But a new, ambitious project just might. The Square Kilometer Array (SKA), set to begin construction next year, will map out the invisible hydrogen in the Universe, including during the epochs in where there are no stars at all.

In the truest sense, these thousands of radio telescopes, working together, will reveal the invisible Universe at long last. Come find out how!

anonymous asked:

Can we please have the Obitos from all your different stories meeting? It would be soooo much fun.

Oh god. I was not prepared for this level of crack. 

So! Obito = crimanals ‘verse!Obito, Angry = reverse!Obito, Vagabond = Stormborn!Obito, Long-Hair = Stepping Stones!Obito, and Green Thumb = soulmate HashiObi drabble!Obito, bc why not. 


“What the actual fuck.”

“Language,” Kakashi says mildly, but he’s half a step behind and practically breathing down Obito’s neck, one hand on his Glock and both eyes narrowed.

“Fuck you,” Obito retorts. “We just got sucked into some kind of alternate fucking dimension, okay, I am fuckin entitled to whatever goddamn cursing I want. Now I’m late for meeting Rin at the FBI, and I don’t think she’s going to accept alternate dimensions as an excuse.”

“A crossover point, not a separate dimension,” a dark voice corrects, and Obito spins around to find himself staring at…

Himself.

Well, that’s fucking awkward.

Granted, it’s not an outright copy. This version of him is dressed in a long black cloak with a high collar, decorated with red clouds, and has a purple-patterned white mask on his belt. His expression is tight with anger, and his two eyes are burning.

He looks a hell of a lot like the man Obito used to see in the mirror, and it’s no comfort at all.

Even less of a comfort is the big man looming just behind him, who is eerily familiar but also very much not, and before Obito can help himself he blurts, “Kisame?”

Kisame—with the addition of blue skin, a matching cloak, and a massive sword covered in scales—chuckles, apparently abashed at being recognized. “Hey,” he answers, grinning, and casts a look up and down Obito’s body. Coming from his Kisame, Obito would probably return the look with a knife, but this one doesn’t seem to have quite the edge of cheerfully menacing lechery he’s familiar with.

Before he can say anything, though, Kakashi takes a step to the side, then one in front of him, and warns in his politest voice, “If you keep looking at my husband like you want to eat him, I might take offense.”

Blue Kisame blinks, eyes widening, even as Angry Obito stops dead, eyes widening. “Husband?” he repeats incredulously, and black eyes flicker between Obito and Kakashi like he doesn’t know whether to be appalled or baffled.

“Maa, maa, there are other people here who could take offense at that as well, you know,” a mild—and familiar—voice says, and another Kakashi—this one in a dark blue outfit with a green flak jacket on top—steps out from behind one of the square pillars littering the space. Next to him is another version of Obito, this one with long hair in a braid and the same uniform as his companion.

He takes one look at Angry and blanches, falling back with a hand going to the short sword he’s carrying on his back, and snaps, “Akatsuki?! What the hell am I doing in Akatsuki?”

Uniformed Kakashi casts an assessing glance at Angry, then over at Obito (who feels rather like he should start calling himself Terrorist Obito just to keep things straight) and his Kakashi, and raises a brow. He only has one eye, the other covered by the slanted headband he’s wearing, but the book he pulls out of the pocket of his vest is all too familiar. “I think—” he starts.

“The better question would be what am I still doing in Akatsuki?” yet another Obito cuts in, this one dusty-looking and travel-worn. He also has a Kakashi double with him, this one wrapped in an equally dusty cloak, headband slanted down across his eye and Icha Icha also in hand. Vagabond eyes Angry with something that’s halfway between contempt and pity.

Long-Haired splutters. “No! No, I think the absolute best question is why am I in Akatsuki?”

“Because we’re clearly morons,” a fifth Obito says drolly, tucked back in the shadows of another column. It makes Obito twitch and turn sharply, but this one, in a dark green yukata, sporting a twist of ivy curled around his wrist and a rose twined in his hair, just gives him a faintly amused look and leans back into the hold of the man behind him. Very unfortunately, Obito recognizes him, even in a matching brown yukata instead of a neatly pressed suit. As the mayor.

God, what the hell happened for him to end up with Hashirama?

Apparently he isn’t the only one weirded out, because Angry, Vagabond, and Long-Hair are all gaping. Green Thumb just raises a brow at all of them, amused in a very familiar “I’m having fun watching your brains leak out your ears” way, and folds his arms over his chest. One of the sleeves of his yukata falls back enough to show a long string of zeroes inked into his forearm, and when Hashirama reaches around to touch his wrist gently, wise eyes flickering between the different groups, Obito can see there’s a matching tattoo on his skin. Weird.

“I take it you know where we are, then?” Hashirama asks Angry courteously, with a polite smile Obito’s seen him use when bullshitting Madara, who always fails to notice.

Thankfully for Obito’s own sanity, Angry doesn’t seem to fall for it. He scoffs, short and sharp, and takes a step back like he’s trying to get them all in his sights. “I can guess,” he growls, and Obito is detecting one or two anger management issues here. Maybe also a desperate need for therapy.

Kisame chuckles again, patting his massive scaled sword almost fondly, and says, “We were headed somewhere else. Guess we got sidetracked.”

Long-Hair is still eyeing them warily, but he straightens slowly, releasing his tantō, and tips his head in agreement. “We were on our way back from a mission and something went…sideways when I tried to use Kamui.”

Vagabond just narrows his eyes at them, and it’s Vagabond Kakashi who offers, without looking up from his Icha Icha, “Same, right, my cheerful little unicorn? We were on our way from Uzushio to Suna and ended up here.”

An entirely relatable expression of intent to murder flashes across Vagabond’s face, and he turns with a growl, slapping the book to the side, then throwing a blinding-quick punch at Vagabond Kakashi’s stomach. Vagabond Kakashi catches it with one hand, and uses his grip to twirl Vagabond around and pull him into a loose approximation of the hold Hashirama has on Green Thumb.

Obito is entirely unsurprised when Vagabond elbows Vagabond Kakashi in the gut, smacks him over the head, and pointedly steps three paces away.

“Would you look at that,” Kakashi murmurs in Obito’s ear, sounding far too amused for having just watched his double get beaten up. “It looks like some things are innate.”

Obito rolls his eye. “If you ever even think about calling me your cheerful little unicorn, I’m murdering you. Sasuke will help me.”

Kakashi makes a face. “Using your cousin against me isn’t playing fair, Obito.”

“You say that like any version of him would play fair,” Uniformed Kakashi says cheerfully, and casts a glance at Green Thumb and Hashirama. “I take it you were traveling too, then?”

Hashirama flushes faintly, ducking his head sheepishly as he rubs at the back of his neck, but Green Thumb just rolls his eyes. “Hardly. Madara walked in on us having sex last week and now he’s on a mission to never let us be alone together. We came here to fuck.”

Hashirama makes a noise like he’s dying and drops his head to bury his face in Green Thumb’s shoulder. “Obito,” he whines.

“I’m feeling out of place,” Kisame says cheerfully to Angry. “Just a little.”

“Don’t,” Angry tells him flatly, eyeing Green Thumb like he’s wondering if their double has lost his mind. “Clearly I’m the only one in this room with taste.”

“Excuse you,” Long-Hair says, deeply offended. “My sexual preference isn’t fish, so I think I’m doing just fine.”

“You’re with Bakashi,” Green Thumb and Angry retort in stereo, then glance at each other.

Obito snorts. “That’s fair,” he allows, and ignores the wounded noise Kakashi makes behind him. When Long-Hair looks like he’s going to protest, he meets his double’s eye and arches an eloquent brow.

Long-Hair deflates with a sigh. “Yeah, no, that is fair.”

“Maa,” Uniformed Kakashi objects, finally lowering his book. “Obito, I think you’re being very rude to your husband—”

There’s a very loud splutter, and Long-Hair rounds on Uniformed Kakashi, flailing. “WHAT. We’re not married! You’re not my husband!”

“Well, we’ll fix that as soon as we get back,” Uniformed Kakashi says cheerfully. “But as I was saying, rude—”

Obito turns to give his Kakashi a dark look, only for the man to raise his hands. “Clearly, Obito,” he says, tone trying for innocence, “I’m genetically predisposed to proposals like that—”

“You’re unbelievable is what you are.” Obito rolls his eye, and turns to look at Vagabond, who’s seeming like the only semi-normal one. Well, Green Thumb seems fairly mellow and well-adjusted, but Obito can’t look straight at him without thinking about Hashirama and sex and Madara walking in, and he’s had nightmares and been in war zones that were less traumatizing. “We weren’t going anywhere, and I have no idea what Kamui is. Any chance of getting back home before Rin decides to call in the army? Or worse, Kagami?”

Something raw and painful flickers in Vagabond’s expression, and Vagabond Kakashi lays a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. Vagabond casts him a faint smile before turning back, and says, “There was probably resonance, with so many versions of Kamui in one place, and you had just enough chakra that it pulled you in as well. I can get you back, though, don’t worry.”

Angry snorts quietly, turning on his heel. “Kisame, let’s go. I’ve had more than enough of the selfless hero types.”

Kisame chuckles, even as he turns to follow Angry into the darkness of their surroundings. “Kurama’s hard to top as far as hero types go,” he agrees, offering a careless wave before a vortex in the air swallows them.

“And we’re going home to talk about this!” Long-Hair hisses at Uniformed Kakashi.

Uniformed Kakashi looks nothing less than cheerful. “I have a ring, if that helps.”

“NO IT DOESN’T. If you have a ring, why ask me like that?”

Vagabond rolls his eyes and steps away, tipping his head to make Obito follow. “They’re probably going to be there for a while.” Half a glance at Green Thumb, like it’s hard for him to look at the way he’s wrapped up with Hashirama too, and he asks reluctantly, “You’re staying?”

Madara,” Green Thumb says, like that explains everything, and Obito supposes that it does. “Besides, Hashirama’s been working on building the village for weeks now, and I finally convinced him to take a day off. I’m not about to waste that.”

“It was nice to meet you,” Hashirama says whimsically, offering a brief wave and a smile. “It’s good to know that Obito has people who love him in other worlds, too.”

This is apparently what it takes to make Green Thumb flush, and he elbows Hashirama lightly, only to immediately be wrapped up in an encompassing hug as the big man laughs.

Vagabond and Obito trade looks that can be summed up as well at least they’re happy but it’s still fucking weird, and then Vagabond shakes his head and turns away. His eyes flicker to red and black pinwheels, spinning lazily, and he passes a hand through the air, making another vortex bloom.

“Through there,” he says, and then pauses. A glance at Uniformed Kakashi, and he smiles, just a little. “Good luck.”

He definitely means for more than the trip through the portal. Obito smiles back, tipping his head in agreement, and returns, “You too.”

“We’ll get there.” Vagabond curls his fingers into Uniformed Kakashi’s, and Uniformed Kakashi’s visible eye crinkles in a smile as he very clearly squeezes back.

The sap is choking, even after weeks of having to put up with Rin and Konan being sickeningly sweet girlfriends. Obito hides a grimace and ducks forward, reaching for his knives automatically, and feels Kakashi right behind him. The portal is a lurching wrench, but Obito twists in midair and lands on his feet, half-crouched and ready for anything.

Anything happens to be their living room, bullet holes still in the door, his cell phone on the table and vibrating angrily. Rin’s name is on the screen, and Obito winces.

Kakashi leans forward to pick it up, eyeing it like it’s a poisonous snake, and then glances at Obito. “Was that weird enough to earn us a day off, do you think?”

Obito casts a look back at the portal as it vanishes into nothingness, and feels his original sentiment still entirely applies.

“What the actual fuck.”

anonymous asked:

Amami's really hot like heck yea step on me babs

Saihara, kiibo, amami, and ouma are on their own astral plane, which i have dubbed the “saikiiboumami square”. These four conventionally attractive boys can get shipped with each other in any combination and it is never questioned. it bemuses me

Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812

Just got back and my mind’s all a whirl but heres’s some notes:

  • Thank you everyone who advised me where to sit in the theater because I got the BEST SEATS and we saw EVERYTHING I think and I am so stoked. Middle front mezzanine all the way, three rows back from the balcony edge. Perfection. 
  • I cried during the opening because I’m so happy I got to take my mom to see this show, she’s never been to Broadway before and she’s done so much for me and I bought tickets for us and I am so happy!
  • what even is this set it’s incredible 
  • where do I look I have to look everywhere oh god I need to see this show 20 times
  • Is Natasha being seduced by Helene or Anatole? Yes. 
  • C O S T U M E S
  • So many bright lights my eyes help please my eyes
  • Poignant snowfall 
  • Denée Benton is the embodiment of that “have you ever seen a woman so beautiful you started crying?” post, because that’s actually what I did tonight. She was onstage, she started singing, and I started weeping at her beauty. I feel honored to have seen her perform. 
  • Accordion duel!
  • Homoerotic masquerade 
  • That clarinet player in the orange jacket was a lovely example of @orangegoth
  • Heartbreaking “I’m still your friend even if you forgot about me” song
  • The inexplicable song for the world’s most charismatic Uber driver, that becomes the most heartpounding spectacle in the entire performance 
  • Ominous figures in robes, chanting
  • lights are stars. lights are comets. lights are romance. lights are loneliness. LIGHTS.
  • Imply the incest but don’t imply it as strongly as the miniseries, well done
  • Josh Groban sang “Dust and Ashes” and emotionally D E S T R O Y E D me. I felt EVERY emotion, and I felt them so strongly I started shaking, dug my nails into my palms, pressed my hands over my mouth, sobbed, and when it was over I clapped with everyone else and I also SCREAMED because EMOTIONS and I’m sorry I screamed but I really couldn’t hold back and I doubt anyone heart that. Fuck that guy I hope he wins the Tony for that song alone dear gods.
  • Mirror check ; )
  • Bizarre symbolic sex ballet
  • ~ S I R E N S ~
  • Is Glitter Mustache Man the same as Tore Off Shirt After Table Dance Man?
  • Helene had the most fabulous outfits I adore her so much
  • You are now surrounded by ominous wailing 
  • The conductor getting shoved out of his spot by Pierre for some solo Sad Songs
  • Clarinet girl carried off on a piggyback ride
  • Dolokhov wasn’t there nearly enough as far as I’m concerned
  • Glass rim humming
  • Lifting your dance partner up on the edge of the balcony, just ensemble things
  • The Anachronistic Rave Dance Orgy was a bit weird
  • Mail time! Here’s the mail it never fails :DDD
  • Pierre rousing himself from his Depression Pit only to stagger around and then drag Anatole in there to have a fight in about 2ft square of stage space and nearly murder him with a paperweight, which if he’d done that 2 hours ago would have saved everyone the trouble, but who’d have wanted that?
  • SHAKE! THOSE! EGGS!
Think... Ink: Part 1

Okay, so I wrote a good chunk of this last night at a ridiculous time and worked on it a bit more a little bit ago and just got it to what that I thought was a good stopping point. So yeah. 

Also I need to say this next bit in bold so bear with me a sec.

Please understand, this is just me musing about stuff, and has no bearing on @shinyzango‘s stuff. Zango will decide what they want to do with Ink Henry all in good time. I just wanted to put my thoughts down in writing, and then this spawned out of it. 

Also go congratulate Zango for hitting 2k followers today! Because Zango is awesome and deserves all the nice messages! 


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anonymous asked:

A year without Zaha... How the company is doing so far?

When I saw Google’s Doodle (below) it reminded me it has been a year, time flies. Zaha Hadid Architects is doing well, a year is not enough time for the full impact to be felt. Most ongoing projects are those Zaha herself had her hand in, it takes a long time from winning a commision to building occupancy, so you will see buildings designed by her opening in the next few years.

That is not to say it has not been a controversial year for ZHA, mainly because of its director Patrik Schumacher presentation, called “Housing for Everyone”, where he listed eight demands, which included abolishing all forms of social housing and privatising all streets, squares, public spaces and parks. Something that ZHA quickly distanced themselves from but exposed some of the differences in vision between Hadid and Schumacher.

The real question is if ZHA has a life without its founder, that will only be known five to ten years from now, when all the projects she would have worked on are done. Will there be anyone else able to carry on her legacy?

Leeza SOHO

Space Gun
Publisher: Taito (Arcade, SMS), Ocean Software (Amiga, CPC, ST, C64, ZX), Empire Interactive (NA/EU PS2/Xbox/Windows), SEGA (EU SMS, NA PS2/Xbox/Windows)
Developer: Taito (Arcade, SMS), Images Software (Amiga, CPC, ST, C64. ZX), Atomic Planet Entertainment (PS2, Xbox, Windows)
Platform: Arcade, Amiga, Amstrad CPC, Atari ST, Commodore 64, ZX Spectrum, Master System, PlayStation 2, Xbox, Windows
Year: 1990 (Arcade), 1992 (Amiga, CPC, ST, C64, ZX, SMS), 2005 (PS2, Xbox, Windows)