I have never seen a yurt as beautiful as Christiane’s hippie yurt in Germany.

Isn’t this a colorful hippie paradise?

It looks soooo cozy at night.

This is her creative corner.

Christiane says, “Happiness is not a destination, it's a way of life.”

She also says, “Music is Life. That is why our hearts have beats.’ She has a big retro console. Very cool.

What a happy dining area.

A yellow fridge and purple stove. What a fun kitchen.

Isn’t this a cute bedroom? Love the honeycomb balls on the ceiling. 

https://www.instagram.com/the_hippie_yurt/

A "Perfect" Vacation Ch 23

Meanwhile, With Dolly, Roland and Misère...

Dolly didn't feel safe sleeping in the hotel. Maybe it was the fact that it reminded her a bit too much about her time back at PPP, or Ka Lā's attitude, or Maybe it was the fact that they were invited by a woman they have never even HEARD of before. But either way, she just didn't feel safe.

Even with her dad and Misère around, she couldn't help but get the same uneasy vibes that she had around Madame Prim, whenever Ka Lā came around her. "Don't worry Dolly. Maybe we can ask Ka Lā to give us a ride back to the mainland." Roland suggested, hugging his daughter and trying to keep her calm. "I have to admit...I can't help but feel a little uneasy here too." Misère said, her eyes shifting back and forth.

"Dad. You think that the others feel the same way? After all, Yuri and Kaylo had the same 'treatment' as me..." Dolly admitted, hoping her father would understand. "I think they do. If you don't feel comfortable, we can leave. After all. It's not like this is the school again." Roland said, rubbing his daughter's back, trying to keep her calm. "How about this: We find Ka Lā and ask her for a ride back to the mainland in the morning." He suggested. Dolly, while happy that her father acknowledged her fear, was also nervous about staying on the island for one more day.

"Don't worry Dolly, Everything will be OK." Roland said as he got comfortable in the tent he set up. No matter how much Ka Lā insisted, Roland refused to stay inside one of the room, instead, he brought a portable tent (a YURT. As he says) and set it directly in the forest, Claimed that it felt more like home. Dolly also had her own tent, but for some odd reason, she lost hers after one night. "Ok...Good night Dad." Misère said, making herself comfortable on a nearby hammock "Good thing that it's a warm night tonight." She said to herself as she closed her eyes.

However, the next time Dolly opened her eyes, she saw that she, her dad, and Misère were strapped down to 3 metal tables. Panicking, Dolly began shouting for them to wake up "Dad! Dad wake up! Misère! Get up!" She yelled. Unfortunately, her words were in vain, the two adults were knocked out. Struggling, Dolly attempted to wiggle out of her restaints, but to no avail. "Oh I wouldn't bother if I were you." A scarily familiar voice said. Dolly tensed up. She knew that voice ANYWHERE...and she didn't want to.

"M-MOM?!" She screamed in terror, watching as Ka Lā stepped out of the shadows. Dolly's breathing grew erratic. "K-KA LĀ?! BUT-HOW-BUT-YOU'RE" the girl sputtered, panicking as she saw the woman getting closer. "Now Dolly dear...it's improper for a girl to stutter." 'Ka Lā' said, making Dolly thrash and panic even more as she was now standing directly above her. "BUT HOW?! THE POLICE ARRESTED YOU!!" Dolly yelled, unable to fathom how her perfection obsessed mother was HERE. Although she was JUST arrested on the news. "Oh Dolly. You know that the quest for perfection never rests." Prim said, in a almost mocking voice.

"W-What do you want? I live with dad now and your school is destroyed. I have nothing you could want." Dolly said with as much bravery as she could in her voice. As much as she was terrified to see Prim again, she would NOT let her have the upper hand, and Fear her. Prim's eyes narrowed "Ah yes. Your stupid flower-loving, Tree-hugging hippie of a father has completely warped your mind. And my school is now in shambles, thanks to that bug loving brat, and her pink haired demonic friend. But don't worry...Mother is going to fix it all once more. Along with your new sisters." She said in a strangely calm voice.

Dolly grew confused. "Huh? What sisters? I'm an only child." She said. "Not anymore you're not. You and you're going to be a PERFECT role model." Prim said, her perfection crazed smile shining as she stood back...and revealed Yuri and Kaylo, everything that made them special gone, their eyes duller than a dull blade. The two of them gazed at Dolly and Prim with emotionless smiles.

"Good Day Dolly. Hello Mother..."

Why have yurts been so popular since time immemorial? These simple yet elegant structures have been used by everyone from Genghis Khan to US hippies.

Not everything has to be a damn "movement" or "lifestyle". I'm just looking up info on yurts and particularly permanent ones. I don't need a million hippies rambling about "the yurt way".

A bend in space-time Season 2 - [Chapter 6: Snippets of Destiny]

[Chapter 6: Snippets of Destiny] Links : AO3 - Wattpad - FFN This chapter tells the journey of Klaus, Rin and the Destiny's Children to Iceland (showing the infamous "yurt" in Reykjavik), in late 1961.

December 31th 1961, Reykjavik, Iceland

There's only a trickle of light, filtering through the slits in the wooden doors of what seems to be a coat closet. I lean in, I squint, I force my gaze across the room I'm spying on. I can see a dozen of men, all in their finest clothes. I frown, I turn my head to the left, only to see Five step back. Suddenly, a metallic object pierces through one of the slits, shattering part of the wood. It's a firebrand, that hits the cupboard door, again and again. Crack! Five teleports away, but I stay, immaterial, invisible, the raging firebrand passing through me. under the strikes of a man who knew he was being spied on. A clean-cut goatee, a monocle…

I jolt awake once again, panting slightly.

"Damn it."

I sigh, realizing that I've dozed off while writing in my travel journal, on the small coffee table. I sit up again, I run a hand over my eyes, then I contemplate for a moment the tranquility of the yurt I'm sitting in, in the gentle warmth it maintains above the sheepskins and sturdy wooden furniture. The smell is that of a feast being prepared beyond the thick wool. Judging by the sounds outside, we're still in the early evening.

Why a yurt, especially here, just outside Reykjavik? It was originally a quip from Klaus, which Kitty - once again - took seriously. Back in Mexico, I think. She used her connections, had it shipped from Mongolia to this much-awaited stopover, and had it set up here - under the Icelandic northern lights - with all imaginable comforts. Including a small safe where to store the 'donations' of new comers, most of whom are now joining the 'Destiny's Children' from Europe. Contributions paid in cash, clearly outside any US taxes or regulations.

Whatever you may think of the way Klaus earns his living today, I can honestly say that it's a huge relief compared to the life he used to have. When - even before food and shelter - he was trying to fund his dope addiction. You'll probably hear him talk a hundred times about his many relationships and one-night stands, often in a lighthearted joking tone. All you need to know is that they were extremely rarely 'free of charge', although sometimes enjoyed. At the very least, they were a counterpart for a couch to surf on or a nice watch to pawn; but if possible, for some bucks to cheat at bonto thanks to Ben. Union support, occupational health and - very often - private transportation to get him out of a bad situation at 2 am… well, that was me. Really, take my word for it: I much prefer this absurd era of exalted hippies.

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I chose to insert an OC - Rin - into the plot of The Umbrella Academy season 2, appearing almost only in deleted scenes. I try to give her an interesting story on her own. What to expect: digging into the psychology of the canon characters, seeing their daily lives through the eyes of an outsider, deciphering what's only skimmed over in the original series. A bit of fun, too, uh?

Any comment will make my day! ♡

Getting to Know the Valley- Gustafa

It was really kind of Takakura to introduce her to the residents of Forgotten Valley, Melody thought to herself as she combed her hair… but she had yet to meet everyone. She didn’t blame the older man, of course. She had been exhausted yesterday and there was only so much socialization she could handle in a day anyway. But today was a new day, the farmer mused as she placed her ponytail back in, and she needed to socialize further. If she was going to do this whole starting fresh thing properly, she would have to make some friends. Smoothing out her clothes, the new farmer pondered who she should approach first. Should she try to meet someone new… or get to know someone from the other day better? Perhaps she should visit that agricultural farm. It could be beneficial to befriend those who know what they’re doing when it comes to crops… Making her decision, Melody stepped outside her house and made her way onto the path. Before she could make her way to the bridge, however, the faint sound of a guitar caught her attention. Looking into the distance, she saw a man strumming away under a tree near a colorful yurt. "Oh, the guy playing guitar? That’s Gustafa. He’s a real character, always strummin’ some tune or another." That’s how Takakura had described him the other day. The musician hadn’t seen them, so they had passed him over. While she had been tired, Melody still felt guilty for skipping him. She should rectify that…

Deciding she could visit the agricultural farm later, Melody made her way down the path to Gustafa’s yurt. As she drew closer, the farmer got a better look at the man. He wore a large green hat adorned with a single flower and a dark pair of sunglasses sat atop his large nose. His attire reminded him of an old sixties hippie while his long hair and beard only furthered that comparison. Seemed Takakura was right about Gustafa being a character. Melody gave the man a wave and he gave her a single nod in return. She reasoned he was too busy playing his guitar to wave back. “Through the leaves and amongst the flowers We see a magical stream Whose water holds mystical powers Making it glisten and gleam”

She could hear Gustafa sing as she approached. It was a pleasant little song, so she did her best not to interrupt it. “Hey there, sister,” the musician greeted, lifting his head to address her. So much for not interrupting his song… At least he continued to strum the rhythm. “You must be the new farmer. Melody, right?” Gustafa inquired with a smile. “That’s right,” Melody nodded. “Right on. I love a good melody,” the man chuckled, “if it wasn’t already obvious.” “Oh,” Melody laughed with a hint of nervousness. “We should get along then.” “Right on,” the musician smiled. “I’m Gustafa. I didn’t catch you the other day.” “Sorry,” Melody frowned, averting her gaze as a light blush took over her features. “I didn’t want to interrupt you when you were busy with your music. I wasn’t trying to ignore you or make you feel left out or anything.” “Hey now,” Gustafa responded with a soft smile, “It’s all groovy, man. I didn’t think you meant anything by it.” “Oh,” the woman sighed into an awkward chuckle. “Do you mind if I sit here?” “Go right ahead,” he welcomed as he continue to strum on his guitar. “Did you just want to groove to my tunes or…?” “I was actually hoping to talk to you,” Melody scratched behind her ear and averted her gaze again. “S-since I’m new here, I was hoping to make some friends… n-not that I’m insinuating you have to be my friend or anything! I just meant it would be nice to have- I mean…!” Gustafa couldn’t help but chuckle at the poor woman’s display. The poor thing was blushing immensely and it was completely unnecessary. He wasn’t bothered. “No need to worry, my friend. We can chat as much as you want. What’s up with you?” “Oh,” Melody let out a sigh of relief, placing a hand to her chest. “Not much, really.” She stopped and shook her head. She shouldn’t try to end the conversation so quickly. “I mean… actually a lot is going on. With the farm and everything. B-but I don’t want to bother you with my life story or anything.” Gustafa chuckled as he strummed away. “Like I said, there’s no need to worry. Talk to your heart’s content. As long as I can keep playing, everything’s groovy.”

“O-oh. Okay,” Melody managed to smile a little. The other seemed genuine. “Well, my dad used to tell me about a farm he ran with Takakura way back when. I’ve always been curious about it, so after Dad passed and I had a bit of trouble, I figured I’d start fresh here. I already have a cow and a puppy!” “Sorry about your troubles, but I’m glad you have your animals. Animals are far out. They can have a better appreciation for music than humans sometimes.” Melody chuckled. “You reeeally like music, huh?” “Mm-hm,” he hummed with a nod. “Me too!” the new farmer chirped. “Really?” Gustafa looked up to her with a wide smile. “Groovy, man. Groovy. So, what do you think of my music? Is it your scene?” “It’s really relaxing, actually. It’s like… calm with a little bit of bounce. Not a boring kind of calm or anything, just calm… Sorry. I’m not that knowledgeable on the technical aspects of music, but… I like it! I listen to different kinds of music based on what I’m doing or feeling or just have stuck in my head, so I guess I’d say it’s my scene sometimes… Like now!” “I’m glad to hear that. I really dig relaxing music the most. Nothing like zoning out and letting the music take you away.” “It is a nice feeling,” Melody agreed with a smile. “Your music definitely has that vibe.” “Thanks, man. I try to make music that people can lose their worries to.” “Well, it’s certainly working for me,” she informed. “I think I’m having an easier time talking to you than most.” The young woman paused with a frown. “I hope that’s not too weird for you or anything. I just have autism and talking to people can make me nervous sometimes.” “Nah, man. I’m glad I can help out. Feel free to listen to my tunes as long as you like.” “I’ll take you up on that,” Melody smiled and listened as Gustafa resumed his singing. As he sang, Melody found herself swaying just slightly as the calming effect took hold. She waited until his next song to end before speaking up again. “Hey, Gustafa?” “Yeah?” “I think I should probably get going. If I stay here all day, I won’t get to know anyone else,” she chuckled.

“Not a problem, Melody. Thanks for taking time to chill with me. Feel free to stop by again anytime.” “I will,” she chirped, standing up and waving him goodbye. Hopefully her other interactions can go half as well!

ALANA | PINTEREST

FULL NAME alana sol beasley BDAY january 29 AGE 29 GENDER cis female SEXUALITY asexual/panromantic PRONOUNS she/her SKILLS making music • teaching • chess

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT 5′9"  BODY TYPE slim PIERCINGS ears + navel TATTOOS none

alana is tall and lean with a fairy-like demeanor. her eyes her big and a captivating brown. she wears a minimal amount of makeup. her hair is dark and curly, but she usually keeps it pressed -- except for performances. her style is simple, sexy, and extremely comfortable. she's a fan of baggy cargos, mesh crop tops and leather boots.

PERSONALITY

MOR. ALIGNMENT chaotic good  MBTI entp  ZODIAC SIGN aquarius

despite being a musical genius with an unnaturally high IQ, alana is rather laidback. she's whimsical and patient and kind. she is highly spiritual -- very hippie like. she does partake in a few recreational drugs, but they only enhance her award-winning creativity. she doesn't drink, though -- alcohol is literally poison.

when she isn't pursuing her passion for music, one could find miss beasley, nose deep, in a murder mystery or a spicy romance novel. or in her vermont yurt, out in the woods somewhere. or she's studying in johannesburg, some new topic she's fixated on. either way, she's bringing her familiar -- her black cat, papa.

BACKSTORY

PLACE OF BIRTH san francisco, ca ETHNCITY african-american + native american

alana was an only child -- at least she was raised that way by her father. he owned a bookstore that contained a speakeasy behind its walls. it is alana's most favorite place in the whole world. it is her world. she spent most of her young life there, teaching herself every instrument she could get her hands on. she was so smart -- gifted -- and determined to be her own swing band. she could play the drums, double bass, saxophone, piano, trumpet and guitar by the time she reached high school -- which she graduated from at fourteen. alana quickly became recognized as a musical prodigy, garnering her plenty of media attention, awards, and scholarships.

she was a household name by the time she turned sixteen, after releasing her debut album. that same year, she won two grammy's for best new artist and best contemporary jazz album. alana was everywhere, labelled a musical genius, but she just wanted to learn. she kept attending the top universities in the country, graduating with her doctorate in Music and African American Studies at twenty-five. now, she's bestselling artist and professor of music at her alma mater with a countless number of accolades under her belt.

I love how soft they are <3 I can only identify one species though.

psyched myself out of doing work by reading professional bios of the staff at the place i just applied. these people have like. bylines. some of them have PhDs. some of them have worked at big 5 presses. some of them have WRITTEN BOOKS. i have...a lizard lol. (ok i do also have an MA.) but like NONE of them went to state school & the private schools they went to are all like, harvard & stanford

JT

We built a hexagon platform for our friends yurt ! The whole thing looks so magical 🌈

So I’ve been wanting to build something like this in The Sims 4 for ages, and I finally got around to it! It’s a cute, cosy and bohemian yurt/tent with an INDOOR FIRE PIT! This is my first ever speedbuild but I put a lot of time and attention into it, so I’d love if it got some recognition!

little oasis in the forest photo : @xshaydx

*Good Vibes*

Sonata!

Wanted to see how he’d look as a human. So here we are.

He’s def a hippie flower child who lives in a yurt.