steam bend

yeah but imagine zuko and katara having three children and like one is a firebender and one is a waterbender and their third kid is a nonbender but, like, zuko makes absolutely sure that their third kid gets absolutely the same love and respect as their other kids and teaches them how to be an absolute ninja BADASS who can actually go toe to toe with their bending siblings in a fight and they all spar together as a family and the kids come up with combined attacks on the sly to impress their parents and it’s just AAaAAAAAAaaaaaaa

For @hannibalnuxvomica who requested:

Hannigram, #41: Comfort Food

(From this list of prompts.)

Full disclosure: this is basically crack. After the extreme angst of this prompt fill, I needed an angst detox. ;)

To all appearances, Hannibal is never ill. It’s an image he has always been glad to present to the world, even before his time in the proverbial spotlight. Physical weakness is such a distasteful thing. Of course, looks can be deceiving. Hannibal does get sick on occasion. He’s managed to muscle and medicate his way through all the illnesses of his adult life—colds, even the occasional bout of flu—without attracting anyone’s notice. But now that he has another person living with him full time, carrying on a charade about his health is something of a lost cause.

He can hear Will downstairs, moving through the kitchen with too much clanging for Hannibal’s comfort. He hopes he’s being careful with the utensils and the cutting boards. Will is sometimes too utilitarian with the things he sees only as tools. Hannibal suppresses a sigh. Or at least that’s his preferred explanation of events when his stuffed sinuses don’t respond to his wishes.

The scent of Will’s efforts is wafting up the stairs and under their bedroom door. It’s a rather delicious and savory aroma. Hannibal is impressed. Impressed enough to heave himself up, put on a robe, and attempt the appearance of something other than infirm misery. The appearance is admittedly hampered by the way he shuffles down the stairs, but Will doesn’t witness it, so it hardly counts.

Will is stirring a large pot of what Hannibal’s incapacitated nose can’t identify as beef stew until he sees the sliced beef bubbling away in the broth.

“How are you feeling?” asks Will, stirring with admirable concentration. Hannibal wishes he felt more like inquiring about Will’s recipe and less like collapsing into the nearest chair. He settles for seating himself on one of the raised stools around the kitchen island. It feels like a long and arduous climb. He’s still trying to formulate a reply that’s a bit more dignified than like death when Will chuckles to himself. “That bad, huh?”

Hannibal chafes at being so easily seen through, but forcing his lungs and vocal cords to form words seems like far too much effort. He soothes his wounded pride by admiring Will’s forearms as he stirs.

“Should be done in a minute,” Will adds. He drops a spoon into a small bowl and ladles a tiny serving of stew inside, setting it on the island before turning back to the stovetop. It’s thick and steaming. The peas and carrots look tender, and the barley seems thoroughly cooked. Even the meat looks done to perfection.

Hannibal wonders why on earth Will has given him such a small serving. Worse, he wonders why he can’t smell any seasoning. His nose isn’t reliable at the moment, but it’s never failed him quite so drastically before. He reaches for the spoon and takes a tentative bite—

—which only confirms that there isn’t an ounce of seasoning in the stew. Hannibal can’t quite believe that Will could be so culinarily naive. He’d assisted him countless times in the kitchen; surely he’d picked up a few things along the way? Hannibal tries to remember if he’s ever eaten anything Will made without assistance—and comes up empty. 

Hannibal is horrified.

He feels Will’s eyes on him. When he looks up to meet them, Will is wearing a very strange expression.

“How is it?” he asks, voice strained. Hannibal perceives the telltale signs of anxiety—muscle tension, stiff posture, tight voice—and is astonished that Will cares so much for his opinion of his cooking. He swallows the abominably bland stew and steels himself for a truly heinous lie.

“Good,” he replies. The word feels nearly as tasteless as the stew. “It’s—“ He trails off and searches for a word that sounds like delicious and means proof of an indifferent God.

“For the dogs,” Will interrupts. The strain in his voice finally erupts into a laugh. “I was going to taste it to make sure it wasn’t too hot. They love beef stew. It’s great comfort food, you know.” Will smiles in a way that can only be described as wicked.

For a long moment, Hannibal can’t remember why he didn’t definitively kill Will any of the times he’d tried.

“I made you soup, too,” Will continues after the evil leaks from his smile. “I was waiting for it to cool before I called you.”

Hannibal finally notices the second pot on the stove, quietly leaking steam.

Will bends down to ladle the thick stew into the dogs’ bowls. The pack comes running at his whistle, falling on the food as though Will doesn’t feed them twice a day. Will washes his hands and ladles a bowl for Hannibal from the second pot. Hannibal is grateful to note that he’s been given a heaping serving of savory broth, tender beef, and thick-sliced carrots and potatoes. And seasoning. Hannibal decides that sometimes God is benevolent, and spoons a large and flavorful bite into his mouth. He closes his eyes and hums in satisfaction. Will had learned something from him after all.

A growl erupts from the dog bowls. Will tsks loudly. “Share,” he reprimands, and the dogs subside at once. “I’ll get you more in a minute. Do you want more?” The statement was addressed to the dogs, the question to Hannibal.

Hannibal finally processes the fact that he and the dogs are being fed at the same time. He isn’t sure whether to be offended or overjoyed by the fact that he’s officially part of the pack. 

He settles for asking for seconds.

I was googling homemade dog food, and found a recipe for doggy beef stew, which isn’t all that different from the human variety. And thus a cracky oneshot was born. I’m always so overjoyed by writing crack. I should do it more often. ;) I hope you enjoyed this, @hannibalnuxvomica!

A thought occurs to me.

Now I know next to nothing about Avatar: The Last Airbender, I didn’t have the channel it was on in the UK when it was airing and I didn’t have internet either. Everything I do know about ATLA (Which can be summed up as: Toph and Azula are both badasses) I learned from Tumblr.

But, I had a random idea today:
I have no idea if this ever happened in canon, if it didn’t it has probably happened in Fanfiction somewhere.

Waterbenders can control water in all its’ forms usually liquid water and ice. BUT there’s nothing stopping a waterbender from bending steam, more specifically superheated steam from something like a geyser.

Agni Kai rules state “It is a fight for one’s honor and is won only when one opponent burns the other”

So the queston is:

“’It’ll be fun’, she said. ‘It’ll be RELAXIN’’, she said. The hell is so relaxin’ ‘bout gettin’ boiled alive!!?”


my top 10 bending scenes of korra in book 1

Pentagon as ATLA benders


  • Northern Water Tribe 
  • Healer 
  • Specializes in ice bending
  • doesn’t mean he uses his bending though
  • sleeps in the healing rooms cuz the blankets are hella soft
  • works too hard to not sleep in his own healing rooms 
  • not a fighter but do NOT provoke him 
  • unless you want to be impaled by an ice shard

Originally posted by pyuupa


  • Catch him in Ba Sing Se
  • His parents stay in the Upper Ring, but he frequents the Middle Ring a lot 
  • Metal Bender cuz he hella metal 
  • works on the monorail but he lowkey wants to be part of the Dai Li
  • “a person can dream”
  • frequent visitor of the Zoo
  • the platypus bear recognizes him cuz he always it sneaks some moon peaches 

Originally posted by bbykino


  • Northern Water Tribe
  • Front line soldier but you’ll see him more often in the kitchens 
  • “I’m not fighting if I don’t have food”
  • sometimes trains the children…”trains”
  • usually just eats while he watches them play around with a water pouch
  • people think he can bloodbend
  • …i mean he can, but they don’t need to know that

Originally posted by yeosprout


  • Northern Air Temple
  • in charge of watching over the sky bison
  • don’t tell the head monk but he usually just sleeps on the saddles
  • “it’s not like they do anything, so why can’t I?”
  • don’t let his laziness throw you off though 
  • this man is LETHAL
  • he can have a man suffocating in less than a second 
  • his enemies are 365 so pressed

Originally posted by cherryjinho

Shinwon-Earth Bender

  • Lives in Ba Sing Se
  • Owns a famous tea shop in the Upper Ring
  • has all the tea, literally and figuratively 
  • 80% of the reason why people go to his shop is for the gossip 
  • and the Upper Ring has a LOT of a gossip
  • master of seismic senses 
  • so don’t EVER try to sneak up on him 
  • unless you want a boulder or a pot of hot tea in your face 

Originally posted by yeo1

Yeo One-Waterbender

  • Southern Water Tribe
  • Trains the younger waterbenders 
  • golden child of the tribe 
  • everyone’s brother/son/friend
  • “the boy in the next igloo”
  • mastered ice bending and steam manipulation
  • for the most part he just chills 
  • his hobby is penguin sledding with the otter penguins 

Originally posted by yeosprout

Yan An-Firebender

  • lives on Ember Island 
  • Roasts the hell out of everyone
  • specialized in lava bending
  • which is pretty convenient cuz Ember Island is basically a volcano anyway
  • born in an affluent family
  • his aunt is Fire Lady Mai
  • his aunt taught him how to throw knives
  • so he’s pretty adept 

Originally posted by pen1ag0n


  • Southern Water Tribe
  • secret bloodbender 
  • he doesn’t tell anyone though cuz he thinks it might scare them
  • uses his bloodbending to catch fish 
  • spends 10 minutes fishing and the rest of the day sleeping on his boat
  • the tribe idolizes him
  • girls trip over their feet trying to get a betrothal necklace from him

Originally posted by universusptg


  • lives in the capital of the Fire Nation
  • his dad is an advisor to the Fire Lord
  • once made eye contact with Fire Lord Zuko
  • never lets that story go 
  • can generate and redirect lightning 
  • incredibly talented firebender and he knows it 
  • mastered bending at age 10
  • has beat all but ONE person in an Agni Kai
  • only person besides Zuko to make Fire Lady Mai smile
  • His aunt Tai Lee taught him how to fight

Originally posted by jeonsh00k


  • also lives in the capital of the Fire Nation
  • Kino’s dad and his dad work together 
  • has the ability to generate blue fire
  • blue fire is the hottest and most powerful type of fire
  • Extremely talented
  • he’s his family’s pride and joy
  • he helps to advise the war counsel
  • the heat of his fire led to him to win every agni kai he’s participated in
  • he’s the ONLY person to beat kino in an agni kai
  • people think he’s intimidating
  • the boy feeds turtle ducks at lunch EVERY DAY
  • never misses a day 
  • he a whole softie 
  • people call him the next zuko 
  • zuko’s dream is to have him as a son-in-law

Originally posted by jungwooseok-ptg

megazaprat  asked:

thoughts: I think Momo would be a Earthbender and IIda an Airbender, but the real question is, which would Todoroki be? Fire or water bender? Maybe he got into some shenanigans with a lion turlte and is the only bender besides the avatar who can bend multiple elements

Ah, yes, I think someone already said something about Momo being an metalbender and Iida being an airbender! That would fit really well.

As for Shouto: I have been thinking for a while about this, and what I came up with is that Endeavor had hoped that one of his children – namely, Shouto – could perhaps become the next Avatar. Because to the public, it’s not clear if Avatar All Might was born as a water-, fire-, air- or earthbender. Thus, Endeavor took a wife with waterbending powers, while he himself is a firebender – he wanted to have the possibility of his children becoming the benders he needed them to be.

Well, he didn’t have much luck with that. Toshinori was a waterbender the whole time, and Izuku is his successor as an avatar… and Endeavor is not happy about this at all.

Now, there are two possibilities in this AU. Either Shouto is a firebender, but likes to use more a fluent style, much like waterbending. Or he’s a waterbender, but was trained by his father in a more direct and harsher style of firebending.

I actually prefer the later, since I think Shouto would be happier with that. On top of that, either way, Shouto learned how to bend steam, which is also viewed as very special, since it’s between the elements of fire and water.

That’s all I could come up with. It’s just that… being able to bend two elements without being the avatar would stretch the rules of ATLA a bit too much, I think? =) So this would be one possibility. Perhaps  @c-jay321, @thestarmaker-s or @deku-for-all have more ideas!

White River

So I wanted to start doing some Jurassic World stuff so I came up with this. If anyone wants more or wants to request anything, feel free to send me a message. *Based on a gif that isn’t my own*


Warnings; None.

Rain tapped on steamed glass, leaves bending and dark trunks dancing with the brute force of wind. The carriage rocked with each microscopic bend of the raised, metallic tracks which were roughly supported by large archways 30 foot in the air. Distant chirping dispersed among the rainforest, soon to be muffled out by the rolling shaded clouds crashing together. Resting your head along the back of your blue patterned seat you sighed happily, being the only one on the train brought serenity to you. Unaware that you’d drifted off, you were awoke suddenly by a welcoming female electronic voice, giving out instructions to the carriage which had halted itself. The brilliant greenery was now shadowed by towering murky doors and you’d realised you’d reached your destination. Sitting up straight you fumbled around with your army green shoulder canvas bag, neatening up papers and finding a packet of mints to which you happily popped on in your mouth, peppermint was known to sooth you. The carriage remained still for a few more minutes as the AI spoke, going through rules and regulations and history of your destination with a grating, enthusiastic pitch though you weren’t paying much attention.

“Please make sure that children are supervised at all times and finally, welcome, to Jurassic World.”

The moment she finished her sentence the doors unsealed with a powerful groan, two large torches at the top of podiums sparking life as the carriage picked up movement. The carriage pulled into a baby blue, appealing station and you were immediately greeted by a quirky red head, dressed head to toe in a white women’s suit, everything about her seemed animatronic, the way she looked, walked, introduced herself and you to some other robots in suits. You never expected it to be this formal, coming from studying neuroscience and behavioural studies back in Boston being such a relaxed environment, to go to the Isla Nublar where you thought most of the people lived outside, you weren’t expecting this much of a formality. Though it was getting near evening twilight so the temperature had dipped dramatically compared to the heat of midday. You were dressed less formally, in a pair of beige trousers and a frilled top, that was slightly too large and made from thin material with cut out shoulders providing enough air for you to adjust nicely.

“So, Miss Y/L/N, over the course of the next 3 weeks, you’ll be going around all the enclosures and doing psychoanalytic tests on all our dinosaurs here at the park, finishing with the four velociraptors. We expect full reports on each of our dinosaurs to be filled within two days of visiting them. So if you visit the Mosasaurus on Tuesday, I should be receiving the report by Thursday.” She sickly smiled and you nodded along, taking in each detail of what your new job consisted of doing. The workload was hefty but nothing that you couldn’t keep on top on, besides, having studied the behaviours of many different animals, including humans, you knew that you’d be able to work for a good month before people began taking an interest in you. Two weeks, 3 days, 408 hours, 24,480 minutes later and you’d filled out your many reports on all different kinds of dinosaurs like the Ankylosaurus, Baryonyx, Dimorphodon and Gallimimus and you were very much worn out. Not even getting the time to settle in to your new bunk or notice the present you’d been given from ‘your friends at InGen.’

A 5 tapped knock awoke you from your slumber, face pressed up against countless papers on your mahogany desk, the tapping came once more, this time more hurriedly and you grunted in response, picking yourself up, and tucking your already tied hair up, you’d been wearing the same clothes for practically the entire 3 weeks on the island. Between getting home late, doing paperwork and collapsing into a coma due to exhaustion you hadn’t the time to be focusing on your appearance, spraying your underarms with a quick burst of deodorant which you almost got mixed up with mosquito repellent, you tied your shoe laces and opened the door. Your chauffer which you called Doug even though he seemed to be a selective mute and never spoke otherwise so you weren’t entirely sure what his name was, greeted you with a slight smile, that was the extent of his expressions, before turning on his heel and opening the door to a lightly rusted grey jeep with antagonisingly large tires for the off terrain. Hopping in to the clad leather seat you buckled your seatbelt then placed your bag to the side of you, going over today’s to do list.

“Which exhibit are we seeing today Doug?” You queried, trying to lighten the depressed mood but it didn’t do anything, not even a small attempt of brightness peered through the situation, as if happiness had decided to stay back on mainland America.

“You.” He started, “Are going to see the Velociraptors today.” he finished, with a complete lack of empathy and enthusiasm. He never even turned to face you, instead remained solid as stone, concentrating on getting you to your destination, for that was his job, nothing more, nothing less. Your attention moved to the trees, hearing the familiar chirp of lemurs running along the branches, black and white striped tails dangling ever so slightly downwards, in your vision enough for you to recognise them. That was the good thing about Isla Nublar. All the animals you’d seen previously wore large amounts of fat and emitted the toxins of nicotine and bad language or had been in cages that you were studying, never did you see them in the wild. Their true un-manipulated nature shining through.

The dull looking enclosure grew in largeness as you quickly approached, coming to a swift halt as you got to the gates, dust flying from the car. Doug turned to you stiffly giving a straight faced grunt which was his way of letting you know you had to get out now. The belt unbuckled with a dainty click and you opened the door, sliding from your seat, hitting the sandpaper ground with a delicate thud. Pulling your satchel over your head to rest on your shoulders, you walked inquisitorially up to the main gate, peering inside. Everything was quiet and there appeared to be no staff whatsoever, perhaps Doug had got the location wrong but he didn’t stop to find out. Clearing your throat you gave a small ‘hello?’ and waited. No one heard you.

“Hello? Is anyone in there?” Taking a black biro from your pocket you tapped on the gates railings before hearing muffled voices.

“If that’s Hoskins again, I’m gonna feed him to Blue.” a deep voice spoke from above you but still no one owned up to it.

You waited a few moments before deciding you must have been at the wrong enclosure. Turning on your heels, you set off to walk back down the path you’d once driven along, trying to get signal to call Claire but coming up short.

“Hello!” A booming voice almost knocked you off your feet as you quickly shoved your phone away and turned to see whom was behind you. A tall man observed you, his skin dark and his eyes deep, he gave off life just by standing there.

“You must be Miss Y/L/N!” He held out his hand and you walked over, giving it a firm shake.

“Please, call me Y/n.” You spoke politely.

“Well, I’m Barry. I’ll be showing you around our amazing raptor enclosure. It’s the best one in the entire park if I do say so myself, though I may be a little biased.” His comments and lively personality earned a light chuckle from you, even though you’d heard pretty much every other member of staff say the same thing about their enclosure, so it left you feeling sceptical. He guided you through the gate and up a flight of stairs to a catwalk, to which you were introduced to other members of staff and some new interns, you greeted them all with a smile, which was tedious, perhaps that was why Claire gave off such a sickly grin. You opened up your bag, pulling out some paperwork and a clip board before readying your pen and giving Barry an enthusiastic shoulder nudge.

“Well, where are they? Let me at 'em.” you joked, making him laugh and you were thankful that he didn’t read between the lines and discover that all you did was want to go back to your home and finish all this paperwork.

“They’re coming now, hush, watch.” he held one finger up to his mouth and pointed at an opening in the far back corner of the enclosure just as another man, marched up onto the catwalk, his entire posture emitting control, he must have been their trainer. Paying no attention to him or him to you, your eyes focused on the raptors, he shouted various commands to them and they all obliged. They ran around the enclosure in a tightly knit circle before stopping as the trainer commanded, which was when you got to truly see them. Murky scales glistening in the sunlight, showing mixtures of swamp green, yellow and blue on each of them, you grew amazed at their stance, lengthy claws poking out from their feet. They seemed to squawk, turning to each other with beaded eyes before looking back up at the man, shifting their weight from their right leg to their left as they eagerly waited for commands, four of them, all controlled by one man. There’s something oddly disturbing about how these murderous beasts where controlled by the very food they hunted, it was, backwards. They turned to each other as the man barked more orders at them and you were able to fill out the necessary basics of their paperwork, upon doing so, you turned to Barry, mouth slightly agape making him beam at you.

“They’re cool right?“ 

You nodded in reply, excitement curling your lips, you wanted to walk over to the mystery trainer and quiz him on his abilities to keep these primitive animals under control but he was busy. So you waited…and waited…and waited. The evening had begun drawing close before you finally got the chance to meet him, he was tall, with broad shoulders, wearing a now stuck to his back, brown, short sleeved shirt and beige army trousers, his hair danced in the light breeze and though he had quite a lot of stubble, you clearly see his defined jawline. He squinted at you as you walked closer to him, his face had tanned slightly and a few freckles mixed with dirt and sweat dotted around his face glistening in the sun light. His face had aged due to being out in the sun but it was still young, he was indeed quite attractive.

"Yes?” His first words to you, not of nice introduction but of straightforwardness, you knew you weren’t going to make a good impression on this man and he hadn’t on you yet, the only admirable thing you had for him was his ability with the raptors.

“I’m here to study the velociraptors. I’m the parks new behaviourist and with the recent genetic studies I’ve been asked to look at each individual dinosaur for genetic attributes to their ancestors, with the raptors being last on my list.” You checked your paperwork and nodded to yourself for confirmation before looking back up at the trainer. Green eyes scaled you from top to bottom before he looked to the distance, seeing the sun set at the horizon.

“You’ll have to do it some other time, it’s too late now.” He uttered putting a hand on your shoulder to push you to the side, you protested arguing about Claire and he laughed mentioning something about her and tequila before leaving the enclosure. You turned back to Barry who shrugged.

“Eh, he gets like this sometimes, old navy ways I guess. Just, come back tomorrow or something. We’ll get it sorted out. Don’t worry.” he gave an appeasing smile which was supposed to comfort you but it just turned your stomach into knots, you weren’t prepared to face Claire’s wrath over something as ridiculous as this.

Doug dropped you back at your bungalow shortly afterwards, handing you a pristine envelope before driving away. Turning your key in the dried wooden door and having to slam your shoulder against it a few times before it gave way and allowed you to enter your own home, you threw your bags on the side along with the letter before getting an ice cold glass of peach water, the bubbles fizzed intoxicatingly as you brought it to your mouth to quench your thirst. Placing the now empty glass down, you closed your front door and untied your laces, kicking your shoes off onto your sofa. You waddled around your house in dirtied socks, picking up the letter and heading out your back door to your porch, that was the one place you enjoyed, overlooking the ocean with the stars shining down on you and the waves crashing into the sand it was quiet, peaceful, with the occasional cricket serenading to the moonlight. Grabbing your box of matches from the windowsill you lit a candle which flickered, mixing with the brilliant white of the moon, giving you just enough light to read your letter. You dug your nail into a corner before tearing in a straight line, it was an invitation of some sort.

Dear Miss Y/L/N,

We at InGen formally invite you to a Jurassic World after hours soirée on the 23rd of this month.

We do hope you can attend and the dress code is formal elegance.


Claire Dearing.

Great, a work party, tomorrow. You weren’t one for parties but you figured you’d go, perhaps you’d see more of the grumpy trainer man. You sat outside, humming to yourself, deciding on your dress as the night brought itself to a close.

You couldn’t wait.

pixel-is-perfect  asked:

I think water benders can make steam. In the Day of Black Storm the water benders made a steam cover and in The Awakening Katara made a steam cover too. Also, I think fire benders can cool stuff down as well. In the Firebird and the Avatar, Sozin lowered the temperature of the erupting volcano by redirecting the heat. But I think you're right about how Bolin learning the sub-discipline was not a very natural development. No learning curve or anything.

I think you’re right about the firebenders being able to redirect heat, though again, I’ve only ever seen heat redirection with the high-level firebenders and the Avatar. And now, it’s time for:

Why waterbenders can bend AND create fog/mist but can only bend steam, not create it.

Steam is water in a gas phase, while mist, or fog, are small droplets of water in the condensed phase, but small enough to be kept in the air by thermal Brownian motion. There is a huge difference in their properties.

Steam at 1 atmospheric pressure is defined to be water at a temperature of 100 degrees celsius or more. It is an invisible gas, and contains a large latent energy which is released when the steam condenses into droplets. It is highly dangerous, since its high energy content can scald very effectively per unit mass.

Mist, on the other hand, is a harmless droplet state with only marginally more energy than bulk water. The extra energy is all due to the surface tension of the droplet formed, and is orders of magnitude smaller than the latent heat required to boil water


Isabella talks to herself quite often.

Robo-Time Steamshow Episode 2 is just around the bend!


The last photos of Ise-city :)

These are miscellaneous photos of different places :D
I took the first photo on my way back from the Kawasaki district :)

The flower arrangement was at the Ryokan I stayed in :)
They took a lot of care to make the Ryokan look nice and to make guests feel at home :3

The next 6 photos are from the Ryokan as well :)
They had a nice, small garden which was very enjoyable to look at throughout the day :3

The building itself was quite interesting too and I was told that it had been built in 1908 and has been kept by the same family ever since (^-^)
I think this is very nice and I prefer this kind of hotel, Ryokan or Minshuku to big hotels and hotel chains :)
While the surrounding neighbourhood didn’t offer too many green spots the inside of the Ryokan offered a very enjoyable view of green plants that contrasted nicely with the wood of the building (o^-^o)
I enjoyed coming back there after spending the day walking around town and taking photos. It was refreshing to sit and watch the garden while reading a book, writing a postcard or writing a mail to my relatives :)

Another nice thing was the Suikinkutsu within the garden :3
It was very relaxing to hear it while looking at the garden :)
I didn’t know such a thing existed and they were kind enough to show it to me and I have been very happy to learn of its existence and it one of those things I wish to put into the house I’m dreaming of (o^-^o)

I hope I can go there again (*´ω`*)

The name of the Ryokan is Hoshidekan (No, I don’t get any benefits for mentioning them :)
I just feel that it would be weird to write about the Ryokan without mentioning its name (^-^)

I like bicycles and I enjoyed looking at bicycles in Japan :)

I also like old brick industrial buildings :D
I was surprised to find one of these and I like how it has a Japanese style roof but a European style brick structure :3
This building was close to my favourite spot for eating Bentou :D
It is close to the river flowing through the Kawasaki district and close to the Supermarket that I used to buy my Bentou at :)
There are more buildings like this one in Ise :)

Stuff I did this weekend ((((((((((っ・ω・)っ

I went to a old-timer vehicle show that took place in a small town close by :)
It was nice and I had some enjoyable tech talk with other motorcyclists :D
I even saw a Ariel square four in pristine condition which is like seeing a unicorn :o

I finished resawing more oak for more handplanes I’m going to make in the future (^-^;) I screwed up steam bending wood :D <=I will improve my molding device and try again :)
And I had a scarp piece of oak that I’m using to make another hammer with

Here is the beginning of a not so happy part so feel free to stop reading :)
I wish you a great week and sweet dreams (^-^)/

I feel sad for saying this but I think I need to give up on finding an internship in Japan (-_-) I’m running out of time. So right now I need to focus on finding an internship in Germany…. It might not sound that bad but for me this leaves a bitter taste.
I tried really hard and while I was prepared for failure I cannot deny that I hoped that it would work out and enable me to move to Japan.
It is not the first time I try to move to Japan either. I tried to go to Japan as an exchange student but this is next to impossible if your university doesn’t have a partner university in Japan and if you need to take care of everything by yourself (I wrote inquiries to about 80 universities and colleges in Japan asking for the topics of courses and about the procedures necessary to be admitted to the university). Most courses would have been very interesting but most were not accepted by my university which would meant that I have had to repeat those courses after returning to Germany.
So this feels like trying to win an uphill battle. 

I’m seriously considering to stop studying and to just move to Japan and to apply for jobs from there as it seems to be next to impossible to find employment as a foreigner who is not actually living in Japan.
I know this would be a shame to do as I’m currently in the last semester during which I need to attend classes (the next semester would consist of a 3 month internship and another 3 month to write my bachelor’s thesis).
On the other hand I won’t be able to obtain a working holiday visa after graduating during April next year. 
I’m not happy about this situation and to be honest I dislike studying or rather the way I need to study. I like learning new things and to understand something or to master a certain skill but I had to neglect many things I would have liked to learn to finish repetitive homework.
It would be wrong to say that I didn’t learn anything new but I’m often asking myself what I’m doing there.
I wish I had a project I could work on and apply the knowledge that I gained on and to hone my skill this way but I cannot afford to do this at home.
One of my big weak points is that I’m getting underestimated quite often. I just don’t look like what I’m and that I’m not good at advertising for myself.

My hope was that I could go to Japan to conduct the internship and use this chance to speak Japanese and English but due to the amount of work that I have to do for university my Japanese is stagnating and this only serves to make me feel like I’m stuck and not being able to continue on my way.
After studying for some time now I feel like it serves to close more doors than it does open…

All I can do right now is press on and try again and again.

Sorry for being so negative but this has been troubling me for a while now (-_-)
I’ve just reached my personal deadline for my applications to Japan and this sparked a lot of thoughts.

Sorry for my ramblings and whining (>_<;)

I wish everyone a great new week and that you feel like things are making progress (^-^)/

For The Band — Chapter 4

Hey guys! Sorry for the wait on this chapter. I’ve had on and off motivation for this, and it wasn’t until just recently that I got back into the swing of this whole writing thing. So with that that said, I hope you enjoy the chapter.

I wouldn’t have been able to do this without starsmahogany, ohmyjoshiferr, or hungergameshutch for their unrelenting support of this story.

“What are you—“

“Just come with me.” His tone is pleading, rough. I swallow my remark.

“Where are we going?” I ask once we’re in the elevator. Peeta shoves the ‘close door’ button with his thumb, punching in the highest floor number.

“To the roof—“ he says, pointing up. “—it’s the only I place I know right now that’ll be empty, and private enough for me to talk to you.”

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