Remarkable Japanese Timber Structures

  • House of Japanese Cedar by Suga Shotaro / Suga Atelier 
  • Center Pompidou-Metz by Shigeru Ban Architects Europe
  • Kitazawa Kenchiku Factor by Fumiko Misawa + Masahiro Inayama
  • Sea-Folk Museum by Naito Architect & Associates
  • Church Sun-pu by Taira Nishizawa
  • Sumika Pavilion by Toyo Ito & Associates, Architects
  • Final Wooden House by Sou Fujimoto Architects
  • Yusuhara Wooden Bridge Museum by Kengo Kuma and Associates 
  • Woods Of Net by Takaharu + Yui Tezuka / Tezuka Architects 
  • Mokuzai Kaikan by Tomohiko Yamanashi / Nikken Sekkei + Takeyuki Katsuya / NSD    

Just look at Satsuki trying to catch Ryuuko.

Then look at everyone rushing to help. And let’s not forget Satsuki’s lovely smile (and Ryuuko’s matching one). And the way Ryuuko said ‘I’m home, nee-san’ with that face.


Super Sentai ⇆ Red Rangers
        Loser Like Me

“Just go ahead and hate on me and run your mouth so everyone can hear. Hit me with the worst you got and knock me down. I don’t care.”





AKB48 No 1 member you want as a wife (eng sub) (by Jayne Hartman)

All I Want for Christmas - A MoriHaru holiday fic

I wrote this for over a year to post on FF.net, and decided I’d share it with you guys here on Tumblr in its entirety. :D


The girl practically exploded from her homeroom, the hem of her puffy yellow dress trailing behind her. She couldn’t wait!

In less than a minute, she was there. Her breath hitched in her throat. With tremendous strength and resolve, she faced the heavy double doors and shoved them open. She was greeted with a warm light, accompanied by a flurry of glittery snowflakes and…pine needles?

“Ouch!” she cried as one poked her in the eye.

“We told you so,” two voices said in perfect synchronization.

“Quiet!” another voice hissed. “It’s all a part of the plan…”

When the light (and the pain) dimmed, the girl gasped in glee and surprise: assembled in the center of the room were the seven handsomest men she’d ever seen! “Welcome, ladies!” they said in unison.

The young man in the center, wearing a red suit and cap, looked directly at her, his violet eyes filled with sympathetic tears. “Oh, sweet darling,” he crooned, holding a mittened hand toward her. “I pray you weren’t hurt too badly. It would be a shame to see a lovely young lady such as yourself come to any harm.”

The girl squeee!d in delight and practically threw herself at him. He chuckled (after giving the twins a victorious smirk). “So tell me…what is it you want for Christmas this year?”

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