Penda proposes Toronto Tree Tower built from cross-laminated timber modules
Plants and trees sprout from the modular units that make up this timber-framed high-rise, proposed by architecture firm Penda for Toronto. Penda, which has offices in China and Austria, collaborated with Canadian company Tmber for the Toronto Tree Tower project. They propose an 18-storey residential block that would stand 62 metres tall, with a modular structure made from cross-laminated timber (CLT).
Wood would also clad the building’s staggered walls, and trees would grow from the homes’ generous balconies. “Our cities are a assembly of steel, concrete and glass,” said Penda partner Chris Precht. “If you walk through the city and suddenly see a tower made of wood and plants, it will create an interesting contrast. The warm, natural appearance of wood and the plants growing on its facade bring the building to life and that could be a model for environmental friendly developments and sustainable extensions of our urban landscape,” he added.
My favorite Fayum portrait is this Antinoöpolitan tondo done in the Fayum funerary style often called “The Two Brothers” (although there is some scholars who suggest that the relationship may have been more intimate). This was meant to be broken in two so that each portrait could be included as the face of the mummy. The gods on either side are interesting as they are both most likely syncretic deities with Hermanubis on the right and Osirantinoos on the left. These two handsome men stare across the ages to me.
Author’s Notes: Everyone
knew that if you had a soulmate, you would know them by the first time
you touched. Skin-to-skin contact would show you all of your soulmate’s
memories, and would result in an immediate bond and passionate
never been to school before. I’ve never had friends. It’s all sort of
new to me.” Adrien shrugged sheepishly and turned back towards
He smiled, holding his umbrella out to her.
olive branch, she realized. An invitation to start over. Marinette
thought back of how quickly and harshly she misjudged him; he was but
another victim of her tendency to act first and act questions later.
hadn’t deserved such treatment and here he was, taking the initiative
to make things right. Her stomach fluttered, and had she not been so
tongue-tied she would have apologized, but nothing came out.
A crash of thunder brought her back from her reverie and she blinked.
She hesitantly lifted her hand, wavered for a moment, then their hands brushed together as the umbrella was exchanged.
of words and feelings came rushing towards them at once, so sudden and
overwhelming that they fell helpless to its current, a tumultuous river
of events and places. They could not tear their eyes away from each
other, the realization of what was occurring rooting them to the spot,
otherwise they might have collapsed right then and there from the shock.
world ceased to be, and all that existed was a boy and a girl. A
cacophony of voices and emotions surrounded them, unheard to anyone
else, accompanied by the quiet spattering of early autumn rain.
felt warmth. The smell of butter and sugar, the taste of hot chocolate
and cinnamon. Lingering embraces, playful pats on the head, a mother’s
love and comfort. Strong arms and tight hugs, excited hollers, mashing
buttons on videogame controllers. A homey, comfortable bedroom, a haven
from the world. Pinpricks on fingertips, the act of plunging into an
artistic frenzy, and the satisfaction from when a creation turned out
just right. Tripping, slipping, stumbling here and there, always seeming
to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Numerous insecurities, the
bullying and mocking from a sneering face he knew very well.
Overwhelming self doubt as a certain pair of earrings was hidden away in
a drawer. Gentle hands on her shoulders, encouraging words, and a
reassuring smile from a black clad teammate. The surge of newfound
confidence as she purified corruption and evil in the form of a black
Marinette felt cold. Countless faceless figures
staring, prodding, scrutinizing, empty praises, blinding flashes and
camera shutters. A stunning woman with golden hair and emerald eyes,
once a source of comfort, gone. The constant feeling of loneliness,
abandonment and despair. The infrequent acknowledgement from the one man
he wanted to please the most. His large, empty bedroom, a glass prison
meticulously outfitted just for him and his boundless solitude. The
feeling of the crisp air in his lungs and the burning in his legs from
the very first time he sprinted and jumped across Parisian rooftops to
see how fast he could go. The thrill of watching the girl in red who was
meant to be his other half, brilliant and beautiful, rescuing his
childhood friend from certain death, formulating ingenious strategies, and
defeating a magical giant made of stone. Sheer pride at seeing her
succeed against her fears and become not just a hero, but a symbol of
goodness. The love brimming within his heart, spilling over into what used
to be emptiness. How can such a broken heart still house such great love
and kindness? Her eyesight became blurred by tears, unbidden and
lasted merely an instant but it felt like a lifetime, and the teens
pulled away from each other as if they’d been shocked by electricity.
Neither made a move but continued to stare, the tears kept flowing, and
Adrien choked back a sob.
They had found each other. Partners, yes, but also something more.
The light to his darkness.
The calm to her chaos.
Something rare and wonderful had been gifted to them and fate had allowed them to meet and become complete.
jolted forward, wrapping her arms around Adrien’s waist as tightly as
she was able, wanting to offer whatever solace she could, the comfort
and love he so desperately needed, fiercely determined to try to make up
for all those years of neglect and loneliness.
He clung to her
as if she would disappear at any moment, almost convinced that this was
too good to be true, too wonderful, too miraculous.
protectiveness and devotion consumed him, not understanding how he could
harbor such intense love for someone he didn’t know. But he did know
her, and she knew him.
More than anyone else in the world ever did.
umbrella lay forgotten on the pavement as the two teens embraced in the
rain, not noticing or caring that they were getting drenched, for the
love that was shared between them was more than enough to keep them
When it comes to summons, Sora’s got his way, Noct’s got his…
Noct’s way is significantly scarier, though…
getting a giant rock thrown in his general direction, scooped up by a giant thunder Santa, dragged through water by a giant water snake, nearly frozen to death by a pack of scantily-clad icicle women, etc…
Yeah. Give me the deer that drops healing items everywhere and a pixie capable of necromancy any day.
Orms’ scheme for the site will deliver a BREEAM excellent development, mixing 5,000sqm of offices with retail spaces and five residential units – all hidden behind a restored Victorian façade. Perhaps more importantly to the long-term sustainability of the neighbourhood, the design has also re-thought Chichester Rents, making it a more attractive place to linger. The bridges that connect the office spaces above at either end of the alley have been removed and a stepped infill introduced in its place. This ‘jewel’ is clad in faceted anodised aluminium panels which will change in appearance according to the movement of the sun throughout the day. In the lighter, more airy space below, new connections have been introduced to make the Rents into an inviting retail thoroughfare, linking into nearby Bishops Court.
Hello, hellooooo! It took me a while but I DID IT! I really do hope you all enjoy this one. Please let me know what you think! All the love, B xx
The smell of booze is in the air and the music is pounding loudly, much to your discontent. The blinding light of your phone’s screen tells you it’s half past four in the morning and you are done. Done with your drunk friends, done with the loud music, done with your feet hurting in your heels, done with your restrictive outfit, you are just… done.
Harry, standing at the other side of the room, clad in his white dress shirt and dress pants, is looking dishevelled, with his hair a mess and his cheeks blushed, the result of the mixture of the alcohol he’s consumed and the heat of the stuffy club. You can see he’s tired, his eyes in slits as his fingers get a little looser around the glass in his hand. His friends, however, are not and he can’t say no to them for the life of him, especially when he was the sole reason as to why all of you were out for the night.
Having sold out his first solo tour in a matter of minutes, his friends had decided to take him out for a night on the town to celebrate the accomplishment and you, being one of his closest friends, couldn’t miss it. He’d told you he’d need someone to take him home and who were you to deny him? You were used to it by now.
It was always the same routine: the two of you would go out and by the end of the night, his fingers would be gripping to yours as you guided his drunk self out through the back doors of whatever club you had gone to, towards the town car he hired for the night, his head resting on your lap as soon as the door closed behind you. That was the routine and everyone knew it and it was why, wherever Harry was, you were there too.
A tribute to the best villain from our first campaign
After the party “laid siege” to the fortress of a comically cliche villain, which consisted of the four characters running straight in and setting everything on fire, we had finally reached the throne room.
DM: Alright, as he notices your group approach, [villain] and his minions cease running around screaming. He clears his throat and steps forward, clad in pitch-black armor adorned with spikes. However, his entire chest is exposed for seemingly no reason, leaving his abs in clear view.
Sword-ceress: AVERT YOUR EYES
Cleric: JESUS FUCK DUDE
Rogue OOC: I’m trying to avoid staring.
Paladin: You do realize that’s a huge weak point, right?
Villain: I… Er…
Cleric OOC: I’m going to dare a glance at the eldritch abyss and throw my axe at that weak point. (Rolls nat 20 + max damage)
Villain: …Point taken. (falls prone) NONETHELESS, (continues villainous monologue facedown on the floor with a giant axe in his chest)
Good wood - never been to the Hamptons but I hear it’s packed with beautiful hoses and this is no exception. The ‘Bay House’ is a six-bedroom residence that’s comprised of two angled wings that open out towards the ocean. Designed by Leroy Street Studio out of NYC.