#failed ask

For Acaelus: “You act so confident; untouchable. You're scared, aren't you? You want everyone to think that no one can take you down, but you hold so tightly to your power at the expense of all else...because you know how easily they could if you falter for even a second. It must be tiring. Pretending such strength...over such a flimsy film of power. You know they're going to topple you. You will crumble and fall. But keep playing the game...it entertains me.“

Anyways, I'm afraid this is one ask I cannot answer 😔

     Well, it’s a dumb fucking question; Roman’s frustration evident in the way he glares her way. It doesn’t last though- After all, he’s not angry at Devon, none of this is her fault. She was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now she can see him crying in front of God and everybody.       He takes in a shuddering breath, wiping his face of the tears and sweat, an attempt to mask all emotion. “I’m fine.” He chokes out, lowering his head. Another deep breath, and one more.       Nadia plays happily on the floor among the disassembled crib; he’s trying so fucking hard-... Fuck. Fuck Ikea, and fuck you.

bUT basically my answer was zaha hadid (obvious i know shh) with honourable mentions to fatale/muf architects (their names alone are enough but they're for women/feminism/equality and just art which is awesome), norman foster bc his buildings are cool ngl and this japanese organisation whom i've forgotten their name but they like blend enviromental conservation with urbanisation and have an office building that uses all it's space to grow tomotoes and shit like seriously they have runner beans growing in the conference beans and everything they grow is used the the staff canteen it's so green i love it

Again I see no question here might need to go back to 1st buddy.

She imitated his crouch, well-practiced in avoiding the cameras. She kept behind him as he paused to survey around the corner. There wasn't much of an alternative, but she hoped she wasn't making a mistake by trusting him. His directions were simple enough- let him run distraction, and she'd follow after. She nodded with a small smile and gave him a thumbs-up. Ready whenever he was.