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[betanotus]

Paralarva Scout

One of two rival microspace fighters built in Fall 2022. This one was built around part 15706 PLATE (A) 4M 45°.

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[askvectorprime]

Dear Vector Prime, what's IDW1 Magnificus like? Is he a clone?

Dear Magnificus Minder, 

Magnificus was originally a follower of Micronus Prime during the time of the Thirteen Primes with a unique ability—natural mass-displacement. When the first Cybertron Civil War broke out amongst the tribes, Magnificus’ natural talent and affinity for strategy and problem-solving made him Micronus’ chief general, a role he fulfilled a bit too well. During a campaign where Micronus and Onyx Prime’s forces defeated Alchemist’s on the outskirts of Mebion, Magnificus seized the opportunity to betray Onyx’s forces, killing his fellow general Oilmaster and ordering his men to slaughter the rest of the beasts. Micronus was horrified by his actions and, as punishment, the Titan Master Convex banished him to the microscopic sub-dimension that would become known as Microspace.

Overwhelmed by the experience, Magnificus went into stasis and his body floated through the depths of Microspace for several millennia until he crashed onto the planet Xeptos, right in front of a group of Antron mercenaries who had abducted the young Prince Ga’Mede. Thinking Magnificus to be a tron deployed by the Xeptos Royal Family, the Antrons attacked, but were quickly put down. During this fight, Magnificus discovered that his mass displacement ability had been altered by the trip, allowing him to shift his size at will and without the excess energy output. He rescued Ga’Mede and returned him to his family.

So thankful for his son’s return was King Da’rdan that he offered Magnificus room and board in their castle in exchange for the Cybertronian becoming his son’s bodyguard. Magnificus reluctantly accepted, but soon found that he enjoyed the work. He grew very fond of Ga’mede and began teaching the once listless young prince the ways of combat and warfare, as well as his own personal beliefs about the power of vengeance. It was a lesson Ga’mede would take to heart when his planet was visited by Baron Hraal Karza, but perhaps that is a tale for another time…

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[cheaphousespending]

Tetris Architecture: Seoul Is Leveling Up Its Stackable Micro-Space Game

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#Architecture #Game #Leveling #MicroSpace #Seoul #Stackable #Tetris

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[shvlin]

#microspace

[ouroborosorder]

you probably don't know this about me, but i'm actually an anji main! this is because i hate myself

#guilty gear #honestly he scratches an itch that really no other character manages to #the entire feeling of combos based around microtiming and microspacing of kou #followed by shield pressure based entirely around forcing my opponent to dance to my rhythm #he is my favorite fighting game character of all time #and it's not even a fucking contest

[writingcold]

Hello!  Welcome to Chapter 3.1 of CD&FE.  

Pairing: Jake X Female Reader 

18+ Only! Heavy adult situations ahead.

Summary: This is an AU that starts with the release of GVF’s first EP, Black Smoke Rising, and follows along life paths over the course of twenty plus years.  Part 3.1: Another time jump, nearly two full years.  One word summary - time.

Content warnings: Language, smoking, drinking, sexual situations.  Oh so much sex in this one.  Oral, anal play, masturbation (m), talk of birth control.  

Word Count: approx. 7.5K 

Once again, a huge thank you to @edgingthedarkness and @takenbythemaddness - they really are the best.  *mwah*

CD&FE, Part 3.1, Her POV

     “Be safe,”  he said, his mouth hovering just over mine but not crossing the microspace that would land those lips to me in the way I so very wanted him to.  

     “Yeah,”  I answered, unable to hide the hitch in my chest.  “Don’t do anything stupid, please.”

      I heard them calling his name from the doors.  Time was up.  He dropped his chin and began to retreat.  A knot the size of the state seemed to appear in my chest as he took a look over his shoulder to yell back he’d be right there.  I watched as his chest expanded.  He was struggling the same as I was.  I worried bites into my bottom lip as he brought his hand to my face, the pad of his thumb crossing my lip to get me to stop. 

      “I will see this beautiful face again,”  he said, all of his heat radiating out to blast across my frame and envelop me in all of him.

      I watched him smile down a hard swallow before he turned away and disappeared into the world beyond…

~20 Months Later~

      I had been sitting in meetings all day and my legs ached with every minute.  I was no longer a team leader, having been promoted to management and editing designer.  I oversaw several teams.  I was good at my job.  I had built a reputation that was solid and had a talent that was sought out by established clients as well as new faces to our company.  Yes - our.  I had shares in this place now, and having actual stakes in the game was driving me towards goals I never thought I would ever entertain as possible.

     I would be lying if I said I didn’t date.  I would be a bold faced liar if I said I didn’t date often.  I was by no means sleeping with all of them, but it was like I had an appetite that Jake had left me with that could not be quelled.  At first, he sent random assed texts of greetings.  Almost like he didn’t know what else to say.  But what was worse was the silence that followed.  Perhaps I was trying to fill that void.  I met a lot of nice people.  I had sex with a wide variety of those people.  None of them, however, were him.  At the end of it all, my skin did not call out to any of them.  My words may have thanked them kindly, but my thoughts were always away.

      I was listening to pending fiscal needs as my eyes drifted closed.  I could still hear his sounds.  I could still feel the way he moved within me, sans condom.  I could still fucking smell him at times.  What a way to live.  To have Jake Kiszka haunting your ass at all times of the day and night.

      It was a rainy day in April.  The wind would whip against the tall windows with a crash, sending everyone in the little conference room a jolt of surprise.  I felt a notification vibrate in my phone and I thanked whatever god there was to excuse myself to handle whatever the situation could be on the other end.  Secretly, I was hoping it would be bad enough to keep me out of the rest of the meetings of the day.  I trailed into my office before I unlocked my phone, sliding behind my desk and bringing my screen to life before actually looking at the text.

      Jake.

      .

     I sat back in my chair with a heavy sigh.

     .

     Jake: If I were to fly into the city in a few days, would you be there?

     .

     Really?  My eyes roll to the back of my head.  This man’s timing was…  Goddamnit.

     .

     I returned to my meetings like a big girl and prayed that the rest of the day would go quickly.  Finally - we wrapped closer to six pm than I would’ve liked, but I was my kind, professional self, putting away all my shit and double checking my schedule for the next day before grabbing my light trench and bag and waved as I strolled out the door.  I met Patty and his professor friends for drinks and a light dinner.  It felt good to just fade into the background, letting Patty carry the conversation and just soak up his presence.  After my last run in with Jake, he had listened to me lament.  He had listened to me attempt to explain what was between me and that man.  He just teased me, but let me lean on him despite not truly understanding what the hell was wrong with his dearest friend.

      At home, I ran a bath.  Something I had not done since Jake had run one for us.  The little book of poems was still on the bath tray.

      “Claim me your safe harbor, and I will ever be faithful.”

      I sucked in a trembling breath as I dropped my robe and stepped into the heavily scented water.  I tugged the tray towards me to set my phone down.  I had wondered for weeks if that line had been a misstep on his part.  If he had not meant to say it, but in the moment, could not help it to pass through his mouth.  The corners of my lips turned down.  No.  Not a misstep.  We had shared so much - kept our words honest.  My heart constricted just as it had when he said those words.  I wanted to repeat them right back.  I wanted to whisper and shout them and sing them if I had to, for there was nothing more true than that statement.

       “Fuck,”  I sigh as I unlocked my phone to look at the message once more.

       It was almost eerie - the timing of the text.  The timing of his availability was…

      I open the text to respond, weighing my words carefully.

     .

      Y/n:  I’m leaving for vacation.

     .

      I sent it.  I set the phone back down and rested back.  There was no way he would get back –

     .

     Jake:  With a partner?

     .

      Y/n:  No. Alone.

     .

      I bit into my upper lip.  I wasn’t meaning to be evasive, but seriously.  I got nearly a month off a year, plus more time for holidays.  I treasured this time.  And yes - most of these vacations, I was fucking alone.

     .

     Jake:  Where are you going?     .

     He was about to discover something new about me and I wasn’t sure if he would like it.  Fuck.  I blew out my cheeks as I typed into the phone.

     .

     Y/n:  North.  Cottage near Duluth.  

     .

     The three little dots danced as he typed a reply.  Those dots stopped.  They started again.  Then stopped - again.

     .

     Jake: No Patrick?

     .

     Y/n: Alone means alone.  

     .

     Jake: Sounds

     .

      I grimaced at the text.  It was obviously not finished.  I waited.  The bathwater was getting cold.  I waited another five minutes before I set the phone back safely on the tray and got out with a shiver.  Just as I was wrapping my fuzzy robe around me, my phone was blaring out that ring and I let it go for nearly a full cycle before I answered.

      “Would it be rude if I said I would like to invite myself on your little getaway?”  he said after I uttered my hello.

      “Yes,”  I responded, grabbing a towel for my hair and drifting out of the bathroom.

      I grin at his laugh.  I made my way to the living room and took my spot on the couch, feet up on the coffee table.

      “Where is this cottage, if I may be so bold,”  he pressed, sounding like he was walking.

      “North of the city with a pretty view of Island Lake and just a few miles from the big water.”

      He hummed.  “Why are you going alone?”

      “I thought you wanted to join me?”

      “Tease.”

       It was my turn to laugh, and I did, feeling his smile cross through the phone.  “I discovered a few years ago that I like taking my vacations alone.  I don’t have to answer to anyone unless I want to.”

       There is silence on the other end, but I can hear him still moving at a brisk pace.  The idea of having more than a few hours with him was filtering through my brain and I could not find the words that would convey that interest.  

      “Okay, out with it.  What are you doing?”  I asked after I pulled the phone away to glare at the huffing on the other end.

       “I’m trying to make a flight.”

       “Home?”

       “You.”

        My lips parted as I inhaled sharply.  

       “I’m leaving London now.  I have a layover in Boston then into Minneapolis.”

       My gut sank.  On one hand, he was taking a chance that I would even be in town when he arrived, but on the other, he just kind of assumed I would be able to even see him - unattached.  Ouch.

       “How long do you have?”  I found myself asking, leaning forward.

       I hear him suck his breath through his teeth.  “Weeks.  We’re on break for the next month.”

      I squeezed my eyes shut.  Time.  The one thing we’ve never had.  My core whimpered at the thought of actual time.  “How does a cottage on a lake sound?  I’ve got it for ten days.”

       I heard a soft curse pass across the phone, but there was a smile attached to it.  Then there was another curse, this time it was a bit rougher.  “My flight gets in at after eleven Friday night.  When do you leave?”

       “Saturday morning,”  I said quietly, knowing right well it would be closer to midday before I’d get my packing done and head out the door.

       “I’ll be there.”

     I had taken Friday off to make sure I would pack, easing into my nearly fifteen days off.  I had Joni Mitchell playing in the background as I checked in with the family.  Patrick stopped by with lunch.  We were sitting at the kitchen table when my phone chimed with Jake’s notification.  He looked at my phone on the other side of the room and back to me as I just focused on my coffee between my fingers.

      “Work?”  he asked.

      “Why would you say that?”  I asked back, rocking from side to side on my stool.

      “Because you’re always working,”  Pat grumbled, before looking up at me.  He turned his body towards me, his eyes holding a wicked gleam and a smile that matched.  “Who the fuck are you taking with you?  I thought you were going alone again.”

      “I was going alone,”  I replied as I moved to get the phone.  “Now, I’ll have some company.”   

      “Fun company?”

      I raised my eyebrow as I looked down at the phone.  I couldn’t help the grin that hit, nor the flush that painted itself on my cheeks.

      “Only one man that does that to you,”  Patrick said with a pair of hand slaps to the counter.  

      “Yep,”  I sighed, rereading the words that he would be at my doorstep before midnight.  

      My eyes fixed onto the time - shit.  That meant less than twelve hours.  I had butterflies all over the place and my dear friend could feel each one of them from across the room.  His eyes fucking sparkled at me.  SPARKLED.  Bastard.  

      “You’ll be careful, right?”  he said as he was getting his stuff together.  “I mean - still let me know when you’re heading out.  It’d be a shame if he killed you out on the water or in the woods or something.”

       I rolled my eyes.  That was our deal - every vacation alone, anytime I headed out to do anything, I sent him a text on my way out and he’d expect one when I was safe.  It got him though knowing I was alone in the great wide world.  Got me through, too, knowing I had some kind of safety net.

      “I think you just like taking your breaks at this time knowing that I can’t leave during this point in the term,”  he grumbled.

      “Well, if you worked in the real world like a normal grown up…”  

      I watched as he left with a hug and a wave, with a last second whorish comment to get under my skin in his playful way.  I stood before my wall of albums and picked a Beatles album before heading back to the bedroom to dig out my luggage.  There were a few delays with calls from work.  I redirected or took care of issues accordingly before getting back to my task at hand.  I did call the cottage owners to inform them that there would be a second guest, instead of just me.  I knew there would be a tiny extra cost, but honestly…  Who the fuck cared if Jake was the second guest.

       I debated just how much I wanted to take.  It was more like what I wanted to take that was tripping me up.  Alone - it would have been easy.  But now…  Did I want to take anything pretty, lacy, frilly, slutty…  I opted for simple instead.  Sort of.  Of course I had to take something little and sheer and a touch pretty.  

      I made the round of phone calls to family before tucking into putting the finishing touches on the packing and putting everything by the door to just be ready to go.  I combed through the kitchen, eating up the last few leftovers to be rid of them before tucking in with a book and a movie.  Jake had texted that he would get an uber over to the house.  My eyes kept darting over to check the time, feeling like it was reversing instead of getting closer to the midnight mark.  I was just beginning to drift, warmed through by my favorite throw blanket and lulled by the outro music of the movie when there was a knock on the door.  I tried to focus on the time that was on the phone, but it felt like my eyes were crossing with exhaustion.  How the hell had I missed a few hours when the minutes were just dragging by a few moments before? 

       The soft knock came again as I rammed my shin into the coffee table.  I blurted out a sharp curse as I tried to maintain my feet.  I grimaced, knowing that the strike would cause a mark.  I fumbled to the door, sure I looked frightening and not the sexy kitten that he was perhaps expecting.  Yeah.  Not this night, precious.  

      I opened the door to find a very tired, handsome man with a sleepy smile and a mustache.  I reached for him and he pulled me close.  What was it about him that caused me to melt and swoon and feel like all the armor that I needed to keep in place to keep me safe disappeared without hesitation or care.  His mouth brushed against mine before landing in heat and passion.  Every molecule of me was lit on fire as he wove his fingers into the back of my t-shirt to be as close to me as possible.  It was as if no time had passed from our last encounter.  

      I tugged him over the threshold to close the door and he pressed me into the wall with a groan after he set his guitar case to the side.  He gave me just enough room to look into his face, really look and take in the weariness of his eyes but the light that he harbored there.  Just for me.  I couldn’t help but to touch his face, to keep my hands on him like he would disappear if I let him go.  He seemed to be feeling it as well as his hands ghosted over my arms, my waist, my cheeks, as he planted tiny, welcoming kisses to my lips.

      He finally said a raspy ‘hello’ as he started to slide his backpack from his shoulders.  I frown at the fact that all he is carrying is said backpack and guitar case.

      “Do you not have anything else to take along?”  I asked as he tucked the pack in next to my bags.

      “Nope.  I may have to stop and get  a few things.  Most of my stuff is home already,”  he said as I took him by the hand into the living room to turn off the tv.  

      “Hungry?”  I asked as he pulled back close to him.

      “No,”  he whispered against my cheek.  “Shower and a bed sounds perfect right now.”

      I hummed against his skin as leaned back into me.  “Why don’t you go shower and I’ll meet you in bed.”

      He grinned as he pointed down the hall as if he right well did not know where he was going.  Jake might’ve only been in my home once, but those hours were spent well in my room.  I watched as he seemed to drag himself to get his pack and head where he wanted to go.  I cleaned up my nest and grabbed a couple glasses of water.  By the time I locked up and had lights out, he was standing under the spray in my bathroom.  I ducked in to brush my teeth and wash my face.  All the while, I was breathing in the smell of his soap, his shampoo.  I stripped down to just the t-shirt and undies and turned down the bed.  

      He was toweling his hair when he appeared in nothing but his boxer briefs.  I was snuggled down and drowsy as I took him in.  Soft in all the right places.  Toned in all the favorite spots.  Lord, that man’s thighs flexed as he turned back to finish out his sopping wet hair.  I might have drooled a bit at the sight before me.  He reached for his water with a ‘thanks’ when he returned.  He slid in between the sheets and reached for my frame to draw close.

      “Would you be insulted if I said I just want to make out and fall asleep with your tongue in my mouth?”  he asked with a smile.

      “Sounds dangerous,”  I quipped as I pretended to think about it.  

      I didn’t have to think too hard though, he rolled me back and invaded my space in the most tender way.  God, I loved how this man kissed me.  I loved his taste and how he touched me when he kissed me.  Yeah.  Making out and sleep sounded like a good plan.

     Waking to Jake is an otherworldly experience.  Sure, I had woken to plenty of lovers in my bed across the years.  But I had only woken to Jake once.   To look at him, lips parted to emit soft snores and his features completely relaxed is a whole different kind of pretty.  I couldn’t help but to lean in and kiss his forehead before I got up to head to the bathroom.  Relieved and teeth brushed, I was brushing my hair when I saw Jake moving in the room behind me.  There was no way he could hide the huge bone in his underwear as he walked behind me.  I watched as he hooked his thumbs into the thin fabric and walked out of them without stopping.

     “Good morning,”  I managed as he grabbed hold of my hips and ground into my bottom.  “I see someone got some good rest.”  

     “I’ve missed seeing this ass,”  he whispered into my hair.  “Look at how beautiful you are, Y/n.  Look at how beautiful you make me feel when you’re like this.”

      I watched as he drew his one hand around to the front of my hip, dragging my shirt up over my breasts in one long pass.  Shirt was discarded immediately as he wrapped one arm around my middle to nuzzle down into my neck.

      “May I fuck you this fine morning?”  he asked, sucking and lapping at whatever skin he could reach.

      “If you don’t, I’m going to leave you here during my vacation,”  I growled as he started to crouch down, tugging my panties down with him.

      My hands came to rest on the counter as he bit into my ass cheeks, soothing the marks with gentle kisses, only to bite once more.  He parted my legs with one hand and swiped my folds with the other.

      “Fuck, you’re already that wet for me?”  he asked before sliding his tongue across me for a taste.

       “Jake,”  I gasped as he lapped a second and third time.  “Just in.  Get that fucker into me now.”

       I was quick to shove everything on the counter to the side as he pulled my hips back.  His hand threaded through my hair and pressed me down to open all the way for him.  There was no question I was about to be pounded.  I heard the tear of a condom wrapper and felt the corner of my mouth curl.  He was nothing if not consistent.  I turned my eyes to the mirror to watch that man become unhinged as he slid his length into my dripping pussy.  The jaw drop, the lips pulled tight across his teeth, the fucking eyes turning into smoldering pools of lust made my core suck his cock deep within me and hold on for pure joy.  

       My body knew - he was not going to last long this first time.  I needed to soak up every second that he could give me.  His fingers were digging into my flesh in a near painful grasp as he slammed his dick in as deep as I would allow.  He was already twitching and pulsing, his breath hitched with each strike.

       “Pet that clit, baby,”  he demanded, our gaze meeting as he ground into me.  

       I struggled to get space enough to reach down, but god, the moment I touched, he swiveled in such a way that made a sound escape my throat that sent instant color to my cheeks.  He did it again and again, that same move as I jacked my hard clit off.  It didn’t take much before I was afraid my legs were going to give way and I was coming undone around him.  He let out a barrage of grunts as his thrusts became erratic.

       “Give it to me,”  he said, his voice full of strain.  “Fucking mark me.”

       I looked into those eyes and I was forcibly shoved into a realm that was not my own.  My mouth dropped open as my breath carried out every ounce of my pleasure.  I could feel my cum dripping down my thighs as he let out a near animalistic hiss.  He came hard into me, jolting my body once more into a euphoric state that held me in a grip tighter than anything I had felt before.

       He landed sloppy kisses against my spine as we slowly came down from our highs.  I felt the moment he fell from my cunt and whimpered over the loss.  He breathed out a warm laugh as I struggled to regulate my breathing under him.  

       “Damn, I almost forgot how good we are at that,”  he remarked as he reached for the drawer that held the washcloths.  

       I found it endearing that he remembered where everything was in the bathroom.  We were slow to clean up, holding on to each other with gentle touches and warm kisses.  We skated out of the house with to-go cups of coffee and bags in the car.  I snapped a picture of us at the car to send to Patrick to let him know we were on our way.  His comment, of course, was all about big dicks and wet cunts.  What a slut.

      We stopped at one of those big box outdoor sports stores so that he could get a few flannels, an actual coat because it was going to be cold on the lake, and hiking boots.  He also asked to stop at the bookstore, since he laid eyes on my few books that I was taking for quiet time.  He walked out with three titles that made my eyes roll.  Pirates, history and snooze seemed to be the topics of the day.  We got on the I-35 and took off like a shot.  Traffic was already thinned by those looking to get away from the cities, so it was an easy drive to Duluth.  We stopped for essentials at the grocery, forming a loose menu for a few days.  To see him in such a domestic setting was different.  It wasn’t that I didn’t know him, but at the same time, I really did not know anything of him being out in the actual world.  It was a strange realization to strike when looking at produce.  

      There was no hesitancy, however, in actually being with this person I could only describe as a near-stranger.  We had fucked.  We had fucked hard and passionately.  We had shared honest words of feelings.  But had we actually been out on a date - a real one where we actually dress to impress the other and pretend to eat a dinner but can’t because of the butterflies in our stomachs?  Had we shared space with nothing happening between us?

      No.

      No, we had not.  

      And yet.  Here we were about to spend ten days with no one else around.

      Ah.

      There were the butterflies;

      As if on cue.

      With the shopping done, I brought up the directions once more to follow out to Island Lake.  Jake was quiet.  I wondered if he was feeling apprehension.  Or maybe excitement.  God, I hoped he was feeling the excitement that I felt beginning to prickle and simmer in my own bones.  Turning off the interstate to the two lane highway was enough to set my skin to jumping with anticipation, but to turn off the highway to an unmarked, barely there road with snow that was still clinging to the ditch-line made me smile.  In fact, many of the evergreens were still holding tiny lines of snow frosting and ice.  It was a fading winter wonderland and it was beautiful.

       The small cottage was on the island portion of Island Lake.  We had to navigate across a one lane bridge and through some seriously dense woods, but there it was - all wood sided with cream white trim and a rich green roof.  The deck had been cleared of snow, as had the lower deck that was closer to the water’s edge.  I couldn’t hide the smile as I parked.  It was like my whole face was buzzing with electricity.

       “This is…”  Jake’s voice was hushed as he shifted in the seat.  He was leaning forward, sunglasses pushed to the top of his head, eyes taking everything in.  “This is lovely.  Perfect.”

       “It’s way better than where I was this time last year.  That place - I actually left two days in it was so bad.  Should we go inside to get the lay of the land first, or should we go ahead and get our bags and drag everything in?”  I asked, rubbing my hands together as the heat of the car was already fading.

       “Why don’t we get the lay of the land first.  Everything should be fine out here,”   he said with a smile.

       “I’m hoping that it’s as pretty inside as it is on the outside,”  I replied as I pushed open my door before bracing for the cold wind that was skating through the air to greet us.

      I pulled up the cottage key on my phone that had been sent to me as Jake shivered without his coat, but patiently waited.  I quietly apologized for not having it ready ahead of time, but pushed the door open and waved him in first to get out of the cold.  To say we both froze at the entrance would be accurate.  Inside was better than the outside, wrapped in clean lines of natural wood, the softness of quilts and fuzzy blankets, and it all seemed to be something out of a damn greeting card.  

      The kitchen was not big, but functional.  There was a tiny dining room that flowed into the small living room.  Floor to ceiling windows framed the lake view while the walls were wrapped in light washed wood that held pictures and artifacts of the region.  There was a fireplace and a small tv that rounded out the comfy living space.  The bedroom sent nothing but cozy vibes through me with its king sized bed, a heavy denim quilt over the top that was lined with dusty red flannel and more than enough pillows to sink into.  The small bathroom was fine and functional.  Guess the bathroom sex at home was to be it for the vacation.  Oh well.

      We wrestled our bags and groceries in, putting everything away before falling onto the couch together.  I felt like my eyes were falling closed before I even fully settled down into the lush, cozy cushions.  Jake threaded his fingers through mine.  I looked over at him and sure enough, his eyes were shut with his head resting back on the pillows.  I felt the smile bubble up from my gut as I reached over and booped his nose before I could stop myself.  

      “Oh my god, you didn’t just,”  he grumbled, grabbing hold of me and swinging me around so that we were horizontal on the cushions.  I might’ve squeaked more than a little bit as he tickled my ribs until he wrapped around me to hold me still.  “There.  Trapped.  What’cha gonna do now, little mouse?”

      He had me totally immobilized: arms around my torso and arms, legs around my hips and thighs.  And it felt good.  Too good.  I raised up the best that I could and looked down into his playful expression.  Jake was one of those men who just had it.  He could probably be way less handsome, but still make anyone believe that they were hot shit just due to his charisma, his grit, and most of all his confidence.  He was by no means arrogant, but he knew himself, knew what he offered to anyone at any given time.  With no way to really move anything, I grinned and captured his lips in between my own.  He did not instantly let go until I started to feel myself melt into him, deepening the kiss until we were both struggling to catch our breaths.  He hummed against my cheek as I nuzzled into his neck, finally able to bring my hands up to thread into his hair.

      “Hello,”  he purred before tugging my lip into his mouth once again.  

      “I’m glad you’re here,”  I said simply.

      “I’m glad you invited me,”  he replied, tucking my hair behind my ear.  

      I laughed as I had to worm my way down his body in order to get my feet under me.  I put an over the top kiss to his exposed tummy before I pushed myself away.  I was rewarded with a groan as he tried to swipe for me once more.  

     “So, confession time,”  I said as I fixed up a glass of water.

     “That sounds ominous,”  he returned as he walked towards the kitchen.

     I paused to take a drink, my eyes on him like he was in for it.  “I’m not one of those people who have to have something to do every day of vacation.  In fact, I need a few days of just nothing.”

      His brow furrowed for a long moment, eyes turned down as if he was thinking about what I said.  “No four am wake up calls for a ten mile hike before breakfast?  No driving like an idiot at high rates of speed to not be late for a scheduled guided tour?  No…”

      “No.  Well.  At least not every day.”  I watched as he processed the words.  “Is that okay?  I mean, I don’t even have anything scoped out yet.  I was just hoping to ease into things up here.”

      I watched as his body physically relaxed.  “Sounds perfect.  Everything on tour is measured and scheduled and regulated.  Even downtime is planned and timed on a fucking calendar.”

      I blew out a breath that I was holding.  “So, tomorrow it would be all right if we just stayed in?  Read a little, cook a little?”

      “Fuck a little,”  he sighed with a devilish grin.  “I like it.”

      I dug out my little set of Bluetooth speakers and ran some music on my phone while he started to dig around the kitchen.  To watch him cook was sexy.  His eyes moved over what was available and his hands just settled into what needed to be done.  He told me to sit and start to figure out what we wanted to do on full day two - perhaps something on the water?  Wasn’t there a cute little zoo?  I accepted a rich glass of wine from him as he bent down to kiss my mouth.  

      The scene was very domestic.  There was no denying it.  It was a feeling that I could get used to all too easily with him.  I found a few things that might be interesting, more than a few art museums, of course, the big mansion run by the university, tours of all sorts…  My eyes skirted back to the man that was working to feed me and I caught him with a grin looking back at me.  

      “Is this weird?”  he asked before taking a sip of his wine.

      I shrugged.  “I don’t know about weird.  It feels like…  I don’t know.  But it’s not weird.”

     “Somehow that leaves me more confused,”  he snorted a soft laugh.  

     Huge, predatory bird sized butterflies attacked my chest as I looked across the rim of my glass at him.  Fuck.  The moment was calling for us to be actual real humans towards each other.  We were good at that.  At least in those moments after the high of sex had worn down to a simmer, and honesty was the only path that would bring a smile to either of us.

      “In trying not to sound like a professional asshole here,”  I started, feeling like I was about to jump out of my skin, “I, um…  I think this is where we get to actually know each other, yeah?  I mean, we’ve talked childhood stuff.  School stuff, too.  Family shit and friends.  But all of it was just the starting stuff.”

      “All right.  Then tell me about your job.  Let’s start there.”

      “My job?”

      “Yeah.  Makes up a lot of your time.  I have no clue what you actually do…”

      I couldn’t help the big eye pop but settled in, moving to the end of the counter to be closer to him as I tried to explain what I did.  He asked a few questions here and there - especially when I said that I was a full partner in the company.  He had not realized that I had gotten a promotion.  I explained that I was not just leading teams on projects, but actively seeking and hosting new clients, as well as having final say on the directions of projects.  Those projects were no longer just venue based.  I was working with much larger clients.  Yes.  I was doing well.  I had worked my ass off for it though.

      I slipped in behind him as he was working on the cooktop, sauteeing veggies.  I figured why not clean up as he cooks - less to do after.  I felt him take a quarter step back, just to move nearer as he was talking about the next direction of a pending album.  Although most of the tracks were already written, they were still working on an overall concept before lyrics and then stitching together the whole show to the music.  He was being vague, but that was fine.  I just honestly enjoyed hearing him talk about his process.  He was trying to describe going from these huge sonic movements to something a little bit - simpler, less amplified.  

      “Accustic, then,”  I snarked as I continued doing dishes.  

      He leaned further back into me, our backs lining up to press against each other.  He merely turned his face a fraction and was able to brush his lips against my shoulder.  I dared to look into the depths of those eyes and felt an instant wave of swoon that overtook the air in my lungs.  He pressed his mouth to mine in a fleeting kiss.  It wasn’t enough.  It wasn’t ever enough, was it?  He leaned in and I savored the taste of wine on his tongue with a deep hum in my chest.  Before I could stop myself, I reached up and around him with dripping hands, getting us both wet.  My back arched as he deepened the kiss hungrily.  He turned to pull me flush against him, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth with a husky growl.  

       Both hands landed on his ass as he blindly pushed the hot pan off the heat and turned off the burner before walking me out of the kitchen.  “I’m not so hungry for food,”  he whispered before our kiss crashed back together.  

       He pawed at my sweater, fingers tugged at the hem while I made quick work at his t-shirt.  Skin.  Hot, supple skin beneath my fingers set a wave of lust between my thighs that sent shockwaves through my entire system.  Yeah. This was what…

       Jake pulled at my leggings and I shimmied to give him a bit of assistance.  Fuck this man could kiss me like no other - setting loose a raving lunatic whose sole purpose was to be fucked silly.  Clothes were gone for both of us and he lifted me to the edge of the table.  He paused briefly as if seeing if the table was where he needed me to be.  Our eyes met with a naked fervor.  He fell to his knees before me, hooking his arms under my thighs to pry them as wide as I would allow.

       “I crave…”  he whispered as he planted a kiss on the inside of my knee.  “No one is like you.  I fucking crave you…”

       I watched, mouth hanging open as he dug his tongue into my exposed folds like a man starved.  For a long moment, I wondered if I had heard him correctly, but then… fucking magic and all thoughts turned to pixie dust as he devoured my cunt.  It was not that I had forgotten how he did this to me.  How he seemed to turn me into some kind of fluid with the consistency of jelly that he could manipulate to his whim.  It was more like how I had to deliberately forget how he did this so I could enjoy much lesser mortals trying to replicate his man’s mouth and fingers.  

       Just as I began to quiver under his touch, he turned and sunk his teeth into the flesh of my thigh.  I might’ve blurted out a curse as he laughed to catch my attention once more.  I reached for his face but he retreated just enough to keep out of touch.  The corner of his glossy lips curled up as he swiped a finger down through my folds.

       “Is it still fuck any hole?”  he whispered before placing a soothing kiss to the inflamed skin that he marked only moments before.

      I hummed as I bent over him.  He tilted his face towards mine enough that I could skate my tongue across his mouth.  He let out a pussy scented breath as I landed a kiss to his brow.

       “May I fuck any hole for you?”  I asked before plunging my tongue deep within his mouth like it was a cock - pressing in and out with a pace that made him groan.

       His hands wrapped around my thighs and gave my whole body a bounce as he struggled against my kiss.  “I’d never say no to you.  Now if I can get back to my meal,”  he whispered as I nibbled at his puffy lip.

       With a firm hand, he pushed me all the way back to lay flat on the table.  I expected him to go right in once more, but instead sat back on his heels, eyes squarely on my pussy.  He traced the lines and folds and dips and velvet of my all.  I could feel my legs begin to tremble with anticipation once more as he rested his head against my knee.  He swirled a finger at my core before dipping it down to my back entrance.  I heard a soft hum escape him as he finally began to move, leaving a trail of tiny, wet kisses against my thigh that led right to my clit once more.  He was killing me with his talents and he knew it.  I came hard but he ignored my recoil, opting to lap across all my intimate parts as I cooled.  He brushed his cum glazed fingers across my belly and found purchase as I threaded my own fingers with his to hold tight.  

       In the stillness, I heard it.  I started to sit up, but he held me down.  “Jake,”  I groaned, tipping my chin up to the ceiling.  “Just fuck me already…”

       He was sliding his hand over himself as he jacked himself while on his knees.  “Don’t wanna lose the view.”

       He leaned forward again, tongue out to send me back over the edge.  To know he was getting us both off with those hands…  fuck.  I let his hand go and he immediately returned it to my core, sliding three fingers in to coax a groan that made my whole body flush.  I was desperate to see his face, but could only catch glimpses of the curve of his cheek or his hairline as he began to become unhinged against me.   He curled his fingers as I heard his pace quicking on himself.

      “Give me one more,”  he grunted thickly against me.

      The vibration was enough to begin my withdrawal into a pause.  He sucked my engorged clit in hard, the sound sent waves of lust into my system as if lighting the wick to explode.  He was whimpering as he came and I couldn’t withhold my shot, blowing into his face and mouth and hair as my back bowed against the table.  I gasped out in whorish fashion and he laughingly joined in as he slowed his work to bring me down gently.  He returned to resting his head against the inside of my knee, allowing me to sit up but still holding fast to his hand.

      “Why did you do that?”  I asked, letting my body fold and meet our foreheads together.

      “I didn’t want to stop to get a condom,”  he answered, his breath slowly returning to normal.

      I let out a huff before I kissed his brow.  “Okay, I appreciate that you are conscientious of this, but I’m on the depo shot.  If you feel comfortable enough, you don’t have to use one of those things with me.”

      His eyes were slow to meet mine.  “It’s current?”

      “Current?”  

      He swallowed with a nod.  “Are you up to date on the dosage?”

      “Like clockwork, Jake,”  I answered.  “Afraid of getting one of your groupies-”

      The heat that flared in his eyes made me stop.  “You’re not a fucking groupie, Y/n.”

      I let out a soft breath to recollect myself.  “Okay, afraid of getting one of your ‘friends’ knocked up?”

      “Just not the time for any of that,”  he said dryly as he stood up.

      I watched him walk into the kitchen to retrieve a towel and wash his hands before returning to me.  I grimaced as I came off the table to wash up.  He collected our tossed around clothes before yanking on his ink black briefs with a smirk.  

      “Now, I’m hungry,”  he declared as he buttoned up his pants, leaving his shirt folded over the chair beside him.  “You need more wine, but stay out of the kitchen.”

      “Why can’t I help?”  I asked as he was quick to pour our wine.  

      “Get that pussy by me and it’s so distracting that I may have to do that all over again,”  he warned as he set back to work.

      “Promise?”

      He laughed across the rim of his glass.  “Promise.” 

They make me smile.  I hope you liked the first part of Chapter 3.  Let me know what you think!  Thank you for the likes and reblogs.  It means a lot.  See you next Wednesday! 😘😘

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[fatehbaz]

[T]he contemporary Western city [...] [is] the site of [...] regulatory regimes concerned with strategies of surveillance and aesthetic monitoring [...]. The modern city can never become a wholly Appollonian, seamlessly regulated realm for it continues to be haunted by the neglected, the disposed of, and the repressed [...]. Within the interstices of the city there are a host of other spaces, part of a “wild zone”, a “[…] site […] which avoids the objective processes of ordered territorialisation […]”. [T]he ‘spaces between buildings’, the unadorned backsides of the city, the alleys, [...] and other microspaces, along with wastelands [...]. Staged […] through the intensified mediatisation and commodification of popular sites, myths, and icons […], mediated imaginary geographies circulate through adverts, soap operas, ‘classic’ rock stations [...] typically drenched in […] ideologies. […] These exhibitions memorialise culture via ‘publicly sanctioned narratives’ and institutionalised rhetoric [...]. [I]n which people are encoded and contextualied, categorised and narrated. Accordingly, ruins are places from which other memories can be articulated, from which “the things and the people who are primarily unseen and banished to the periphery of our social graciousness” [...] may be encountered. [...] Along with other places on the margins of regulated space, industrial ruins are “points of transition, passages [...], moments of magic that exist at the interstices of modernity” […]. Modern attempts to cleanse, banish ambiguity, and order the memory of space are always disturbed [...] by the ghosts they contain, who refuse to rest quietly, [...] a “spectral [...] residue“ which haunts dominant ways of seeing and being [...]. In contradistinction to the fixed memories [...] and to the imaginary linearities proposed by hegemonic […] memories, these ghosts foreground ambiguity, polysemy, and multiplicity, enabling us to “disrupt the signifying chains of legitimacy [...].” Although it is often overcoded and regulated, the city nevertheless contains multitudinous scraps from which alternative stories might be assembled. […] In spaces such as industrial ruins, the excessive debris confronted constitutes material for multiple modes of narration about the past: “the debris of shipwrecked histories still today raise up the ruins of an unknown, strange city. They burst forth within the modernist, massive, homogenous city like slips of the tongue from an unknown, perhaps unconscious, language” (de Certeau and Giard, 1998) [...]. This kind of remembering implies an ethics about confronting and understanding otherness (here, the alterity of the past) which is tactile, imaginative […].

Text by: Tim Edensor. “The ghosts of industrial ruins: ordering and disordering memory in excessive space.” Environment and Planning D: Society and Space volume 23. 2005.

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[W]hat has to be forgotten to make things [legible to hegemonic systems] [...], the survivals of other ways of thinking that creep in as ‘lapses in the syntax created by the law [...]’ where ‘they symbolize a return of the repressed [...].’ Their irreducible ‘thingness’ renders them resistant to representation. [...] [L]ook at the authority mechanisms through which speech is credentialised [...]. The propre creates objects through transforming the uncertainties of history into readable spaces [...]. These are the ruins of non-hegemonic systems [...]. Instead he seeks a mode of knowledge through travel to open space to difference [...]. Stories are not about movement, but make movements, not objects but effects, they transform [...]. [R]eading, narrating and speaking. Where ‘pedestrian utterances’ [engaging, commuting, interacting with the landscape] speak the city [...]. [S]pace is practised place. [...] The gaze of power transfixes objects but also thus becomes blind to a vast array of things that do not fit its categories. [...] Control of space is a matter of strategy which is orientated through the construction of proper knowledge. In contrast, there are tactics -- the arts of making do, like reading, or cooking --  which use what is there in multiple permutations. This practical knowledge of the city [or other types of places] transforms and crosses spaces, creates new links [...], comprising mobile geography of looks and glances. A crucial well spring is memory. [...] The alterity is that these memories contain not just events, but still carry the remains of different conceptual systems from whence they came. These then are the ghosts in the machine. Walking [traveling, moving, exploring] is to create [...] haunted geographies.

Text by: Mike Crang. “Relics, places and unwritten geographies in the work of Michel de Certeau (1925-86).” In: Thinking Space. 2000.

#abolition #ecology

[betanotus]

Conversion of the Dormition

Under the watchful guidance of the ophanim, humanity began to retrofit their religious architecture for a journey to the stars. Standing out among the locations the Theologianauts selected, the Abbey of the Dormition would eventually go on to prove itself in combat, armed with the compact Zion-Cannon.

The ophanim is attached to a tower behind the ship using a clear rod, and hangs forward over the ship to prevent any overhang beyond the 12x12 base.

Built for the 12x12 Vignette category of Space Jam 2021

#lego space #lego #lego moc #afol #moc #scifi #lego microscale #microscale #lego microspace #microspace #biblically accurate angel

[quetzalpapalotl]

I'm sad over what was done with Optimus and Windblade's dynamic in later stuff. They has really goos rapport in Combiner Wars and Punishment. Windblade had a lot of respect for him as a veteran and someone who was trying to maintain peace like her, especially now that she understands how hard that is, but didn't put him on a pedestal as much as teh other Camiens. Optimus actually seems to like people that aren't all that impressed by him, which explains why he opens up to her the way they do.

A fallout between them wasn't unexpected, but the way it was done was such a waste, I'd rather they just hadn't interacted or developed further on account of being in separate series. Scott pulling the idea that Windblade always thought of Optimus as divine makes no sense with their early interactions and is only brought up when it's time for her to be dissapointed in him.

Being upset at him refusing to help Microspace makes sense, but their whole deal in First Strike doesn't. Yes, it's annoying that OP keeps disregarding people's authority by doing whatever he thinks is right, but Windblade had already agreed Scarlett could help them defeat Colton, Scarlett and her team were put in jail just for showing up and hadn't actually done anything wrong. The fact that this is what makes Windblade cut ties with OP feels dumb. Compared to all the other shit OP has pulled, I don't think this even deserves to be called morally dubious, and Windblade herself has done things far more dubious than this. It reeks of just wanting them to have a fallout and using the whatever excuse they could come off.

Rather, I would have loved to see Windblade reacting to how much Optimus is exploiting people's beliefs to have things his way. Windblade is very spiritual so that would have really upset her, but there's an added dimension that this was her idea. She was the one who asked OP to use his Prime clout to diminish Starscream's influence. So it would have been interesting to see her react to how far he took it. It would have been a good fit for her struggles of trying to balance being honest and being effective.

#quetzal rambles tf

[amazingarchitecturewebsite]

Popped Orange / Uhub HOUSE in #Guangzhou, China by Wutopia Lab Read more: Link in bio! Photography: Wu Siming, ifanr Wutopia Lab was commissioned by the digital fashion brand ifanr to create the "Popped Orange — Uhub HOUSE" in Guangzhou T.I.T Creative Park, which was completed and opened in August 2022. It is an open design experiment, a vertical micro social complex with a light tower as the hub, including coffee, bar, theater, exhibition, sightseeing and party, by ifanr and Wutopia Lab, called KEEP PATCHING, an urban community and lifestyle renewal activity. It is also the first Guangzhou model of Wutopia Lab's urban microspace revitalization program since 2015… #china #exhibition #архитектура www.amazingarchitecture.com ✔ A collection of the best contemporary architecture to inspire you. #design #architecture #amazingarchitecture #architect #arquitectura #luxury #realestate #life #cute #architettura #interiordesign #photooftheday #love #travel #construction #furniture #instagood #fashion #beautiful #archilovers #home #house ‎#amazing #picoftheday #architecturephotography ‎#معماری (at Guangzhou, China) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjCOEtEsMZA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[orcelito]

ok actually i went on to read chapter 3 of multiple bullets

i fucking HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE the way the women are drawn. this has made me sorely aware of how LITTLE fanservice there is in trigun, bc whoever this guest artist is, they drew... way too fucking much. too many Pert Tits and weird ass shots and this entire thing about a child????? hello??????

the discussion of the metaphysics to plant production is interesting though.

because it really is an important note that plants generating matter goes against the fundamental laws of physics. i'm not sure how much i ascribe to the idea of "negative matter", ESPECIALLY in the form of some weird plant baby...

but then there's the assertion that This is how independent plants are born. "A plant child like Knives and I."

i don't know enough about physics to comment on how theoretically possible that "oscillation in empty space" thing is. "planckian microspace" seems to be a reference to an established study of the "cosmic microwave background". so not entirely baseless, though almost certainly not applicable to this here.

it's interesting. the theories this raises has definitely given me something to think about.

i just wish it wasn't delivered with such blatant fanservice lmao

#speculation nation #fanny reads trigun #im not counting this as analysis or main tagging it bc i'm mostly just thinking aloud #a lot of the metaphysical logic to plants is just... i mean it's fiction. it's not going to make complete physical sense. #but it's interesting to think about How this kind of thing could actually happen. #i like the idea of their production of matter requiring something else to balance it. i do NOT like the weird pregnancy thing. #i'm of course curious as to where the independent plants come from. i just don't think this makes any fucking sense lmao #on another note. the fact that there's some plant here that's just. full form Talking??? and this is just Accepted??? hello??? #weird. wild. i really hate this chapter's art but i REALLY am intrigued by this section. #glad i went and skimmed thru up to this point despite hating the abject fanservice #which yes u can kinda see here. there are worse parts. i did not like being slapped in the face by some random girl's ass lmao #there's a REASON i dont read manga like that. thanks #pregnancy ment/ #nonsexual nudity/

[agernext]

Land reactivation

The first major objective of this project is to demonstrate that any abandoned rural property in our country, regardless of its location or characteristics, is susceptible to being recovered through the implementation of an economic project in accordance with the current reality. Many of the abandoned farms in our country are abandoned because their geomorphological, climatic or environmental specificities at a certain point in history stopped being economically competitive. Thus, we are facing a challenge that, if it aspires to be successful, must be supported by what defines the current economic situation. In this way, we believe that the reactivation of this type of farms should not attempt to resurrect economic solutions of yesteryear, such as in our case, the cultivation of cereals in dryland conditions. We must understand the current economic context, especially at the level of agricultural production, and do a forecasting exercise on where the economy will evolve. In that sense, we are aware that agricultural production has evolved a lot in recent decades, with technological advances in all processes and phases, from mere production to consumption through distribution. It is a highly optimized and industrialized model that easily leaves out anyone who does not know how to adapt. It is a model that supports globalization, favoring large-scale production and trade between countries. Only public administrations can minimally influence the definition of this model, trying to minimize its collateral damage, thus protecting local producers.

With this in mind, reactivating this farm so that it is competitive within this industrial agrarian model is presented as something impossible, which pushes us to reflect on other economic models where the characteristics of this type of farms are competitive. In that sense, one of the main values ​​of many of these farms is that they are located in protected environments and with high-quality landscape and natural characteristics. Some factors that we believe are extremely attractive for an urban population increasingly distant from nature and with a greater need to disconnect. Based on all of the above, we believe that a sustainable approach to the rehabilitation of this type of farms happens precisely in the generation of experiences among a public interested in participating in different and stimulating activities linked to health, nature and history. . Activities such as the rehabilitation of heritage buildings, organic garden cultivation or spiritual retreat sessions. Our goal is to ensure that these types of spaces can receive continuous visits throughout the year from many groups of people who, with their presence, involvement and support, can contribute to the care of these types of places while benefiting physically, mentally and emotionally from such participation. In our particular case, as in many other farms, we have a building in ruins whose comprehensive rehabilitation will take us years to achieve and in which we hope that many people can participate by contributing their grain of sand. We also have 5 hectares of fields suitable for cultivation, which will be progressively occupied through regenerative strategies. We also have multiple microspaces, surrounded by forest, in which we can build small facilities suitable for meditation or other healing activities. We believe that the correct and balanced assembly and coexistence of all these activities and many others will be the factor that will determine the chances of survival of this project.

#what_english

[shimmeringdusts]

thoughtful urban design: respecting personal space in Jakarta

Jakarta, with rapid growth and continuous infrastructure development, has led the increasing urban density and giving rise to various new issues in urban spaces, particularly concerning personal space for individuals.

Urban design goes beyond constructing buildings; it plays a vital role in improving the quality of life for communities in social, economic, and cultural aspects. Cozzolino (2020) defines urban design as a "creative and purposeful activity with collective and public concern that deals with the production and adaptation of the built environment at scales larger than a single plot or building". Urban design involves a holistic and creative approach, engaging communities, focusing on the development or adaptation of the broader physical environment, and considering various aspects of city life and its inhabitants.

Effective urban design takes into account the need for personal space for its residents, considering how comfortable individuals feel and how much control they have over their private spaces in urban environments. The concept of personal space is related to how individuals subconsciously organize microspaces, as studied in "proxemics" by Edward T. Hall. This concept influences the arrangement of public spaces, such as public transportation and other communal areas. Thoughtful urban design significantly enhances the quality of life and personal space experiences for the residents.

Spatial arrangements can either encourage or hinder social interactions. Osmond identified sociofugal spaces (separating people) and sociopetal spaces (bringing people together). The high population density and building density in Jakarta can lead to a feeling of congestion for individuals, limiting their personal space for relaxation, work, or activities in public spaces. Public spaces, such as parks, sidewalks, and public transportation, become overly crowded, making it challenging for individuals to enjoy and use them appropriately. The overcrowding of public spaces can lead to unwanted social interactions, then breaching individuals' personal space.

One significant example of personal space violation in public spaces is the overcrowded public transportation in Jakarta. Personal space in public transportation is crucial for creating a comfortable and safe travel experience. However, in Jakarta, public transportation facilities are often overcrowded, especially during rush hours. Trains, buses, and other mass transit can become extremely congested, reducing physical personal space and forcing passengers into closer interactions than desired. This situation threatens individuals' personal space and creates safety concerns, such as the potential for sexual harassment, theft, and other conflicts.

The imbalance in the layout of residential and industrial zones in Jakarta contributes to the congestion of public transportation, making commuting a challenge for many residents. The central business district is concentrated in Jakarta Pusat and surrounding areas, while a significant portion of the population resides in suburban areas like Depok, Tangerang, Bekasi, and others. The resulting long commutes during peak hours contribute to transportation congestion. The rapid population growth has increased the demand for transportation services, while the infrastructure has struggled to keep up, resulting in traffic issues, inconsistent traffic regulations across regions, and a lack of coordination in transportation projects.

The unmet need for personal space can significantly impact the quality of life for Jakarta's residents, both physically and psychologically. The lack of personal space and high density can create stress and anxiety, limiting individuals' movements and potentially causing sustained stress that affects psychological well-being. The inadequacy of personal space in public areas can disrupt privacy, leading to a constant feeling of surveillance, which creates psychological discomfort. Combined with insufficient public spaces, it reduces opportunities for residents to engage in activities and interact with the community in public spaces.

Addressing the complex issue of insufficient personal space requires considering solutions that encompass improved public spaces, efficient transportation, green spaces, and better building arrangements. Suggestions for improvement include:

Improvement of Public Transportation Facilities:

Enhance waiting area facilities at stations and stops, including comfortable seating, good lighting, and shaded areas that consider users' spatial needs.

Expand and improve the capacity of public transportation vehicles, such as trains, buses, and MRT, and implement efficient passenger management systems at transit stations and on vehicles to reduce passenger density and provide more personal space.

Utilize technology to regulate the use of public transportation, such as contactless ticket payments and smart travel apps that allow passengers to track public transportation in real-time. This also helps reduce passenger crowding.

Implement passenger management strategies during peak hours, such as scheduling additional trains or buses.

Development of Pedestrian Walkways and Bicycle Lanes:

Ensure a clear separation between pedestrian/bicycle lanes and motor vehicle traffic, with well-defined sidewalks, traffic signs, and safe medians. This protects users from feeling unsafe on the road and provides a greater sense of privacy.

Include seating or relaxation areas along pedestrian walkways and bicycle lanes, such as benches, shaded areas, and drinking facilities, allowing users to fulfill their personal space needs or socialize comfortably.

Integrate pedestrian walkways and bicycle lanes with public transportation systems, such as MRT, LRT, or bus stops, to facilitate access to public transportation.

Continuously monitor and evaluate the use of pedestrian walkways and bicycle lanes, identifying areas that need improvement, and involve the community in planning and maintaining pedestrian walkways and bicycle lanes that meet their needs.

Development and Maintenance of City Parks:

Ensure easy accessibility to city parks by constructing pedestrian walkways, bicycle lanes, and providing accessibility through public transportation, considering users' spatial needs in the design process.

Provide adequately sized private spaces within parks, such as individual seating areas or community picnic areas. These spaces should facilitate the territoriality of individuals or small groups for relaxation and personal time.

Consider offering free Wi-Fi facilities and gadget charging stations in city parks to allow visitors to stay connected and access information, enhancing their personal time in the park.

Facilitate community activities in city parks to encourage city residents to participate in activities aligned with their interests and interact with fellow residents.

Involve the community in the planning and management of city parks, listening to their needs and aspirations to create a better and more functional public space that enhances personal space and the quality of life for Jakarta's residents.

Enhancing the quality of urban design through the planning and management of city parks, pedestrian walkways and bicycle lanes, and public transportation facilities by prioritizing personal space can help create a more comfortable, safe, and efficient travel experience for Jakarta's residents. These efforts can also encourage more people to use public facilities, reducing pressure on urban environments and improving the overall quality of life for Jakarta's residents. (by NI)

References: Cozzolino, S. J. Polívka, R. FoxKämper, M. Reimer & O. Kummel. (2020). What is urban design? A proposal for a common understanding. Journal of Urban Design, 25:1, 35-49, DOI: 10.1080/13574809.2019.1705776 Cushing, D. F., and Miller, E. (2020). Creating Great Places: Evidence-Based Urban Design for Health and Wellbeing. USA: Routledge.

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IDW Hasbroverse Corner - September 2016 - The Progenitor Of Microspace, Micronus Prime

#hasbro #transformers #micronauts #idw hasbroverse #micr

[suleforgeraskmogahn]

So Baron Karza? What did you do to get imprisoned by the Chronarchitect?

Baron Karza:

I'm not entirely sure to be honest, I mean I only did what characters like G1 Megatron dose on a daily basis, or literally every mid tier villain from Marvel or DC, I'm not sure conquering Microspace is worthy of imprisonment in his dimension, even if I'm a Multiversal singularity.

Daiakuron:

You will find out soon enough further down the Narrative stream at Suleforger continuity.

Baron Karza:

What this being said

#ask mogahn & others #ask baron karza #ask Daiakuron