incredible buildings

World’s Most Exotic Hotel, Literally Has A Rainforest Growing Inside

Dubai is set to unveil the world’s first luxury hotel which houses a man made rainforest. Dubai is known for the most awe-inspiring architectural feats, such as the world’s tallest building, artificial islands and other incredible buildings which are more innovative than the last. 

Keep reading

S.T.A.L.K.E.R. is a series of survival horror first-person shooters set in the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone encompassing the Nuclear Power Plant and town Pripyat, as well as the surrounding areas. Developed by GSC Game World, each entry has different protagonists with varying goals but it all takes place in a very unforgiving patch of Ukraine.

If you find yourself a fan of late cold war aesthetics or enjoy post-apocalyptic settings, as well as a challenge that is unfair at times, the Zone is for you. Experience the journey of a lifetime: emission storms, wildlife, soldiers, cultists, derelict buildings, incredible vistas, and trench coat enthusiasts.

I said come in, don’t stand there!

Keep reading

A Softer World (part 2)

“How about we throw in a little hot-rod red?” Tony asks, breaking the silence. “Red and gold? We’ll match. You can be Iron Boy.”


You comfort Bucky while he gets a new arm.

← Go to part 1

author: buckysbackpackbuckle

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

word count: 4309

chapter warnings: none

future warnings: sub!Bucky (occasional switch), dom!reader (occasional switch), gentle femdom, power dynamics, praise kink, title kink, breath play, hair pulling, body worship

trigger warnings: past trauma, panic attacks, simulated character death

author’s note: I know, I know, still no smut. But I want it to be natural, organic. We’re building up to it, I promise.

Alsooo, I made a little blog in which I’ve been posting things that inspire me to write this fic. It is an ADULT NSFW blog, but if you’d like to check it out, here it is.


Originally posted by hoechlins

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

why are there hardly any tribes (iirc) on the east coast compared to the west?

This question is probably more complicated than it looks.

The thing is, how do we define tribes and tribals? Most of us probably associate them with Zion, people like the Dead Horses and The Sorrows. Which isn’t exactly accurate, not in Fallout’s world.

When we look at this picture, what do we see? Raiders, or tribals?

My guess is that everyone’s first instinct was to say “raiders”. But in fact, these guys are the Vipers whom we meet in Fallout New Vegas. They look like the usual raider gang, yes. And yet, the Vipers see themselves as followers of an ancient religion that revolves solely around snakes. There is some seriously weird shit going on among their ranks, let me tell you; like creepy monthly ceremonies where they drink a mixture of alcohol and snake venom to enter a trance - and no, not everyone wakes. When they reach maturity they are given a certain mixture of viper venom and are sacrificed to the Children of the Great Snake if they die - which  means that they get thrown down a pit full of snakes. Their leader is called The Great Snakekeeper. In the first Fallout game they wore armor made of bones, not the trivial leather armor we see in the picture. Because of their dangerous experiments with viper venom they’ve developed an unnaturally good health.

So, nobody would deny that this is a description of a tribe, not a raider group but a literal and very real tribe. But by the time we meet them in Fallout New Vegas they’ve had a lot of time to change into the people pictured above (consequences of the Brotherhood almost completely wiping them out), and now, as stated by the game’s loading screen they are just a “(slightly) more organized Viper gang”.

It’s not like they haven’t been into slavery and robbery while they lived in California. So what makes the developers call them “gang” instead of “tribe” now?

The big question I ask in this post is: where is the line between tribes and raiders? Where does one stop and the other begin?

Keep reading


There are many incredible places all around the world, but there’s one that has always caught my attention, Château de Versailles.

I’m pretty sure that the very first time I saw (or heard) about this place was in the movie Marie Antoinette, and it took my breath away, I instantly knew I had to go there one day.

I really like it, it is a fantastic place all with the trappings of truly opulent wealth of the 18th century.

Versailles used to be the Royal residence, the home of the king of France and the rest of the parlament. Its construction was ordered by Louis XIV, and it is one of the most important monarchist architectural complexes in Europe.

In my opinion, Versailles is everything a Royal residence should have been.

I dare to say that this is one of my favorite places on earth.

But Château de Versailles is not just incredible, opulent, breath-taking buildings, it also has incredible, opulent, breath-taking gardens, and I’m sure that this is my favorite part of the whole place.

The garden of Versailles is classicist and organized. It creates an organization that relates all the sculptures and fountains, and exalts the monarchy. The sculptures point to each other. Progressive civilization of the garden: very organized, pruned and cared for in the area next to the palace, and then goes wild, meaning that it becomes more wild as we move away from the palace.

Photo Credits: @stardvsts @andantegrazioso

anonymous asked:

Hey Archy, what are you opinions (if any) on Irish architecture?

Ireland conjures up images of rolling greens and castle ruins, and most recently Jedi, but Irish architecture is much more than that. Old castles and classical buildings are incredible, if you don’t think the Trinity College Library is one of the most beautiful buildings in the world, you are wrong. Contemporary Irish architecture is grounded on context and vernacular materials, this contributes to the strongest characteristic of recent Irish architecture: how it creates a sense of place, not isolated structures begging for attention, but of structures that belong together to create places and cities. Notwithstanding some starchitects recent projects that are clearly vanity projects, and in my opinion, feel desperately out of place.

Here are some of my favorite examples of Irish architecture:

Trinity College Library

Keep reading


Colourful Minimalist Architecture

Yener Torun is a 32-year-old architect based in Istanbul whose architectural landscape is largely made up of incredibly bright buildings dominated by geometric patterns. Yener daily documenting these beautiful places he depicts with subtle inlaid characters.


ok, I’d like to devote some time to write about some of the architecture in the town that I grew up in. I’ve never really thought about it until now, but there are a lot of truly incredible buildings here, even though some being quite worn down by time.

There’s really nothing fancy about them, but to me many of them look absolutely beautiful. so beautiful that I think they’re worth being documented.

So, I guess the next week or so will consist of a handful of appreciation posts of my hometown and the buildings that makes up this small town. It’ll probably be a bit uncritical given the fact that I’ll probably be super-biased being a nostalgic soul and all.  

Anyhow, this is the first building i’d like to show. I really don’t know that much about it, and it has sort of slipped my mind until very recently when I passed it walking home from a bar, in the middle of the night - and I looked at it and thought ‘this is an amazing building’.

What I do know, though, is that it’s called “the blue school”, and I guess it once was a school, but no longer is. I also now that it’s quite an odd bird in its surroundings, there’s really nothing like it. And as already mentioned, it’s a bit worn down and it has lost some of its paint here and there, but it really doesn’t matter that much. 

I guess it could be mistaken for a bunch of containers or something like that, but it’s really far from it actually. Its detailing and design is really quite sophisticated, if you ask me. I love love love it.

oh, and the town I’m talking about is Gällivare. a small town 100 kilometers north of the arctic circle. and it’s wonderful.  

ok, more later, thanks,


anonymous asked:

what´s your top 5 latin american buildings?

That is an impossible question for me, too many incredible buildings in Latin America to choose only five! But, below you will find a list of Latin American countries with links to our posts for each of them, we have not posted about all countries in LA (we need to remedy that oversight stat) but hopefully the ones included will give you an idea of the architectural treasures of our countries!


Barragan House, Mexico City, Mexico, 1948

Keep reading


Chongqing - Urban Jungle

China based photographer Raphael Olivier has captured eye opening views of Chongqing, in Western China. 

“With a municipality covering the size of Austria and home to almost 30 milion people, some call it the world’s largest city. Eventhough most of its territorry and population are still rural, the urban core is under massive expansion and Chongqing is now the fastest growing city in the world. Yet this development is mostly wild and unregulated (the city is notorious for its corruption), which over the past years has led to an incredible forest of buildings taking over mountains and surrounding farm-lands, creating one of the most overwhelming urban landscapes on Earth. The hot and humid weather of Chongqing coupled with the total absence of coordinated landscape design allows for an abundant and lush vegetal wildlife to thrive everywhere in the city, taking over streets and buildings in a wonderfully chaotic way. This photo essay aims to show the unique scenery created by Chinese mass urbanization, endemic lawlessness, moutainous topography and subtropical climate, as a very organic urban sprawl out of a science fiction movie.”

travelsinthetardis  asked:

Nine x Rose, R. A deafening sound ^_^

Rose’s ears are ringing. She blinks, trying to make the noise stop. Her whole body feels numb and kind of like she’s floating outside of herself. She blinks again. This time the indistinct world around her resolves into sharpness. The air is filled with dust and she coughs. She’s lying on the ground, surrounded by rubble. 

She can’t hear anything. There is no sound. Not even the sound of her own breathing or her heartbeat in her ears. All she can hear is a high-pitched whine that doesn’t stop. She rolls to a seated position, and covers her ears with her hands - the sound doesn’t stop. 

Rose tamps down the panic that is threatening to overwhelm her, as she looks around, trying to find the Doctor. He’s nowhere to be seen, and Rose feels hers eyes sting. She will not cry. She blinks furiously, and shakes her head. The ringing seems to be dissipating and she’s starting to be able to hear her own ragged breathing and the thundering of her heartbeat. 

She gets to her feet, and turns around in a slow circle. The devastation is incredible. All around her, buildings are flattened into nothing, and brick and mortar and stone is strewn around in jagged piles. There’s the scent of smoke in the air, and a pall of dust hangs over everything. She still can’t hear anything except her own heartbeat. 

Hands grab her shoulders and Rose startles hard, flinching and yelping loudly, but even still, she can barely make it out. She turns around, flailing arms caught by rough hands and her wild gaze caught by stormy eyes. 

The Doctor gentles her into his embrace, gathering her in his arms as he holds her tightly against him. After a moment, he pulls away and looks down at her in concern. His lips move, but she can’t hear what he’s saying and she shakes her head, motioning to her ears. 

The Doctor’s eyes widen, and he digs in the pocket of his jacket, pulling out the sonic. He aims it at one ear then the other and all of a sudden sound rushes back in. There are sirens and the wails of injured people and the crackle of fire, and the creak and slide of tumbling stone. It all fades to white noise when the Doctor speaks. 

“Rose,” is all he says, but Rose thinks she can hear symphonies in the sound of his voice. “Are you okay?” He asks, and she can hear the way his voice is rough around the edges, like he’s been calling her name and she hasn’t been answering. 

“I’m alright,” she says, “I think. What happened?” 

The Doctor says nothing, just gathers her into his arms again, and they stand in silence, together. 

Give Me Love (Like Her): Ch 9

Summary: How can Killian Jones ask his aggressively aloof neighbor on a date without making her uncomfortable? And how can he ensure that he doesn’t default to having a one-night stand with her? His unusual solution: announce his affections anonymously and hope for the best. Companion piece to With Affection from Killian’s point-of-view.
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Notes: Here it is, folks! This is the companion piece! I really, really hope it lives up to everyone’s expectations. This is not a sequel, but there are several scenes that will not make much sense, or be nearly as meaningful/entertaining, if you have not read With Affection, which can be found here and here (or through my fic page).
Banner by @bashful-killian, beta-read by @optomisticgirl

AO3: First and latest
FFnet: First and latest
Tumblr: First

Chapter Nine:

A week and a half later, Killian was reading Swan’s morning letter when his cell phone rang. He frowned and pulled out his phone, but the number wasn’t one he recognized. He knew for sure it was a personal call—clients, or potential clients, would not have access to the number—and given how Spencer felt about personal calls in the office, he felt justified in letting it go to voicemail.

He quickly swiped to silence the ringer and went back to the letter, which was also not a Spencer-approved way to spend his lunch break, but it was certainly worth breaking a rule or two. Swan was having a grand time describing how her friends were hoping that he might give them another brunch trip (BIL is suggesting it would make a good Christmas present, he’s so desperate for another meal there!); he went to check the restaurant’s website and see if they were perhaps open the day after Christmas.

As he opened his browser, his office phone rang.

“Killian Jones,” he answered.

“Killian? It’s Wendy.”

For a moment, he wondered Wendy who? and began to think of some of his past clients and one-night stands. But then it hit him like a clichéd ton of bricks: Wendy Darling.

Keep reading


Alana still couldn’t believe she was here, in England, In London. The place was incredible, all the buildings were so architecturally stunning, and everywhere she looked there was so much history, and so much life.

She was busy looking at one of the statues, when she collided with another. “Oh Crap, Sorry.” She chuckled a little, touching the males arm, where she had bumped into him. “I am so sorry.”