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I fucking love Gothic architecture so much. Gross demons and judgy saints hunching everywhere. Pointed arches and carved foliage. Fucking gargoyles and shit. Setting up the guttering so that the devil can vomit water on you. High cross-rib vaulting. This weird blend of the organic and the demonic in stone. All those oppressive geometrical patterns, the spikes and thorns, the monotony of it all, the way it’s such a precise miracle of engineering meant to raise you up to the glory of God but it’s so heavy and earthy that it drags you to hell simultaneously. It’s the perfect blend of the beautiful and the ghastly, the heavenly and the demonic, glorifying God with its high spires and condemning man with its enclosed vaults and I can never get enough of it.

Real-world Analogs for Bloodborne’s Architecture

This is a partial documentation at best; nevertheless, I’d like to share what some casual research has yielded for possible points of inspiration for Bloodborne’s environmental concept artists.

Probably the most inarguable association I’ve found so far. You can see at least a couple of buildings around Central Yharnam modeled on the one depicted in the concept art. Below that is a photo of the Richardson Olmstead Complex. Despite all of the alterations the Bloodborne version makes, the building’s general shape has been preserved, and the towers are unmistakably indebted.

Above is the bridge that links the Upper Cathedral Ward’s manor to the Lumenflower Gardens; below is a painting of the Rialto Bridge. You can find photos of it, but I thought this moonlit picture was especially complementary. Perhaps the largest difference here is the portico; Bloodborne’s moves away from a rusticated single-arched design to one that is tripartite but still vaguely Italian, with a scrolled pediment and allusion to Venetian windows. Thanks go to Richard Pilbeam for providing the screenshot (and several more).

Here’s where the associations become largely a matter of style or hopeful guesswork. Above you see the triumphal archway that leads to your encounter with the Cleric Beast; and below is Philadelphia City Hall. I’m not saying that the latter explicitly informed the former – just that the arch has the general look of Second Empire designs, and that City Hall’s facade was a convenient comparative point. What throws me off the most about the main (seemingly broken) pediment for Bloodborne’s arch is that all of it is shallow relief sculpture; the tympanum, very unusually, has next to no recession. Makes me wonder if the designers copied a design and didn’t bother volumizing it.

We’re more or less going on silhouettes now. The screenshot is a view from, I believe, the cliffside close to the Cathedral District; the two photos are both of Prague churches, the first St. Vitus Cathedral and the second Church of Our Lady before Týn. What I’m paying attention to here are the towers’ tops. Compare St. Vitus’ main tower’s twin-cupola dome to the building in the lower-left (not extreme left), also sporting miniature onion domes on the corners. And compare Týn Church’s agglomerated spires with that of the closest structure in the screenshot. Again, guesswork, but it‘s the best I can do for now.

This is nothing but a formal comparison. You might think that the rotund structure on the left with arched windows and conical roof set against a gabled wall is an arbitrary design, but it’s in fact the standard design for the exteriors of Romanesque churches’ apses. The photographed church is San Piero a Grado. Bloodborne’s variant is merely taller, turning the form into more of a tower.

And we’re ending on another formal comparison. The screenshot shows a scene from the lower stretches of Old Yharnam, while the photograph shows a gabled side of St. Marien Church in Greifswald. Emphases here are on the steep and significant roofs whose gables are lined with elongated, pointed-arch windows – or blind niches containing actual windows here and there – with angular mock turrets interrupting the gables’ sloping roofline. This is a generally Geman and Flemish type of design and interpretation of Gothic principles; you won’t find it in, say, Italy or England during concurrent periods.

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Lost in Light II is a short film showing how light pollution affects night skies using one of the most prominent constellations - The Orion. The success and reach of my previous film(vimeo.com/srirammurali/LostinLight) - made the news in over 40 countries and published on National Geographic, inspired me to make a follow up to help people even better relate to night skies and further raise awareness on light pollution. One thing I realized from my last film was that people were able to relate to the difference between the light pollution levels but not the Milky Way itself. The Milky Way appears more colorful to a camera than it does to our eyes and most people haven’t seen it. But, the Orion is a more common sight. It’s a great subject to help explain light pollution.

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Hey Everyone, So I had a bunch of requests to do an overall eyebrow video.. and here it is. I covered everything that I could possibly think of, however, if ...

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twentytwo // smut.

A;N: So, I want to give a ginormous shout out to my girl Mal aka @mf-despair-queen she gave me the idea for this fic and I kinda maybe got carried away. Also big ol thank you to @redstringlovers for being super supportive and constructive. I love you all and I hope you enjoy xox 

Pairing: AU.

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Explicit Content.

Word count: 15,246 words. 

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“Thanks for flying all the way out here for my birthday Ads” You spoke into your low mein, your chopsticks pressing against your lips as your best friend laughed at the other end of your sofa. “You know I’d do anything for you! Especially take time off work.” You gave her a pointed look, your eyes rolling. “Did you actually take time off or did you just leave?” She shrugged her shoulders, her smile widening as she looked away. “Tomato, tomato. I hated that job anyway.” She laughed as you shook your head. “One-day Addie, you’re actually going to have a job that you stay in for more than 3 months.” You spoke, your mouth full of food. “Yeah and one day, you’re going to actually leave your house for any other reason other than work.” She joked as you sighed, stretching your legs out from underneath you as you turned towards her. “I mean I would, but Peter has me working all these weird hours. The middle of the night is not usual business hours unless you’re a hooker or a drug dealer.” You laughed, looking at Addie as she piled noodles onto her chopsticks messily. “Maybe he’s both? To me he sounds like a power-hungry psychopath.” You nodded your head. “Yeah, well he pays well enough, even if I have to sacrifice my actual birthday.” You shrugged your shoulders. “But didn’t you say his nephew bargained that you could get this weekend off at least?” You shot her a look, placing your takeout on the coffee table. “It’s not the weekend, it’s a Wednesday night and if I’m being honest, all I want to do is sleep. Even Derek couldn’t get through to him that I wanted a Friday off” You sighed, resting your head back against the couch.  

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Daddy Issues

Pairing: JungKook & Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting as a dick towards her she quited her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

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She wasn’t in school, it had been two days and she hadn’t stepped foot on Riverdale grounds, her phone was constantly off and when he walked past her house, the light that usually shone through her bedroom window wasn’t lit.

To say he was worried was an understatement.
Walking the halls without her felt wrong, he felt lost and that wasn’t a feeling he particularly enjoyed. He’d skipped out on lunch with the gang these past two days, he didn’t want to stare at her empty spot as they all carried on like nothing was wrong. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

So that’s what brought him where he currently was, leaning against Veronica lodges locker, headphones over his neck and his fingers tapping the cool metal impatiently. How long did this girl take to get her things together? Suddenly he spotted his raven haired friend, tapping through the halls with her ridiculously high heels. She noticed him immediately sending him a questioning smile.

“Jughead? What’s up? Are you waiting for me?”

He nodded, “I’ve got a question.” Instantly Veronica’s face softened and she smirked slightly “this wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that our very favorite ponytail wearing blonde hasn’t been in school for a couple days, would it?” Blushing slightly at being caught, he nodded quickly “you heard from her?” Veronica threw her textbooks in her locker and held up a perfectly manicured finger “un momento” Jughead rolled his eyes. After Veronica had settled and slammed her locker shut, she turned to him and started walking.

“Betty is kind of going through a rough time right now, I think she’s just staying home and giving herself some super important tlc, I slept over last night and I think she’s okay, a little sad but that’s to be expected.” Veronica said frowning at the thought of her friends sad eyes.

“Why would she be sad? What happened? Is it her mom? Polly?” He was racking his brain trying to figure out what could have gone wrong, meanwhile Veronica was staring at him with a curious expression “you really don’t know?” He looked at her now “no. I really don’t, what’s going on?”

Veronica placed her arm on Jugheads shoulder
“Everyone’s talking about it, Betty got stood up on Sunday. Again. It’s the third time this month. The guys they ask her out, then they don’t show. She waited at pops for two hours and Adam link, stood her up. She hasn’t been at school since, she’s embarrassed Jughead, sad.”

Jughead saw red, three times in a month? What the hell was wrong with this school? Betty was the best damn girl riverdale had and these guys got a chance to take her out and they blew her off? They were all mental it wasn’t normal. She was perfect, all long shiny hair and big blue eyes .her personality was something you couldn’t match, she was funny and smart and had the biggest heart, so what was everyone’s problem? And then for people to be talking about it? This town was dumber than he thought.

“I told her I would meet her at pops today after school, unfortunately it seems I just can’t make it, you wouldn’t happen to want to take my place would you?” Veronica asked, smirking and easing her brow.

Jughead squeezed he shoulder and was just about to run to pops when Veronica grabbed his wrist. “She’s been hurt. A lot. Don’t let it happen again.” Jughead could see how serious she was by the fire in her eyes.

“I won’t.” He promised. Practically sprinting out the front doors.

He made it to pops in record time and spotted his girl instantly, he took a minute to admire her before she noticed him. She really was gorgeous, it was all in the way she carried herself, sure she was insecure but she was strong and that much was obvious, maybe that was why all the guys in this hick town couldn’t give her a chance, they were intimidated. Suddenly her eyes caught his and she smiled.

He smiled back making his way to her
“Juggie!” She smiled softly pushing her milkshake towards him “what are you doing here? Not that I’m mad, but I was expecting Ronnie?” He took the straw in his mouth “Veronica had to finish something at school, she sent me instead. I’d say you got the better end of the deal.” He smirked. She laughed and he cleared his throat “haven’t seen you around school? Haven’t really answered your texts either, even walked by your house a few times”

Betty dropped her eyes to the table

“I’m sorry Jughead, I know I kind of disappeared for a bit, I was working some things out.” He nodded understanding “penny for your thoughts?” She sighed and laid her hands flat on the table

“Am I ugly Jughead?” She asked so straightforward he choked on the milkshake

“What! No.. I mean bets.. no. Not even a little, are you crazy?” She shook her head “maybe I am crazy , maybe that’s why no one wants me.”

She didn’t sound sad per say, just… resolute. But to Jughead that was even worse. He pushed the milkshake out of his way and clutched her hands in his “ no. There is nothing wrong with you, you’re beautiful and kind and were all crazy Betty that has nothing to do with the fact that all the boys in this town are absolute idiots.” She looked into his eyes “but Archie and Adam..” he cut her off “exactly, thanks for proving my point. Idiots. I love arch but the fact that he let you walk out of his life is the stupidest thing anyone can do.”

It was silent for a second and he thought maybe Betty was upset, but then she spoke quietly
“What about you?” She asked

He looked at her confused, still holding her hands “what about me?” She took a deep breathe “are you an idiot.” Jugheads eyes widened and suddenly he wasn’t so afraid

“No, no I’m not. Because if I had the chance to be with you, I would never let you go.”

It was Betty turn for her eyes to go wide, but before he knew it she was squeezing his hands.
“Well what are you waiting for?”

To say he was suprised was an understatement, but when Betty leaned over the table and captured his lips with hers, he was fairly certain he was on another planet. It was everything he imagined. Passion, warmth, affection and most importantly , home.

She pulled away then and leaned into her booth

“I’ve been waiting to do that for years.” She smiled brightly.jughead barked out a laugh and reached for her,

“You and me both Betty cooper, you and me both.”

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I have an unidentified skull for you! Here’s some comparison shots with a 16 cm long red fox. The mystery fox is 14 cm long and 7,5 cm wide from the widest point. Narrow zygomatic arches, relatively long palate, short canines and tiny teeth. I bought the skull from an English seller via Ebay, but he didn’t know the origins or species of the fox. Any ideas what he might be?

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Gothic Rayonnant (Light)

Light

Expansive interior light has been a feature of Gothic cathedrals since the first structure was opened. The metaphysics of light in the Middle Ages led to clerical belief in its divinity and the importance of its display in holy settings. Much of this belief was based on the writings of Pseudo-Dionysius, a sixth-century mystic whose book, The Celestial Hierarchy, was popular among monks in France. Pseudo-Dionysius held that all light, even light reflected from metals or streamed through windows, was divine. To promote such faith, the abbot in charge of the Saint-Denis church on the north edge of Paris, the Abbot Suger, encouraged architects remodeling the building to make the interior as bright as possible.

Ever since the remodeled Basilica of Saint-Denis opened in 1144, Gothic architecture has featured expansive windows, such as at Sainte Chapelle, York Minster, Gloucester Cathedral. The increase in size between windows of the Romanesque and Gothic periods is related to the use of the ribbed vault, and in particular, the pointed ribbed vault which channeled the weight to a supporting shaft with less outward thrust than a semicircular vault. Walls did not need to be so weighty.[11][20]

A further development was the flying buttress which arched externally from the springing of the vault across the roof of the aisle to a large buttress pier projecting well beyond the line of the external wall. These piers were often surmounted by a pinnacle or statue, further adding to the downward weight, and counteracting the outward thrust of the vault and buttress arch as well as stress from wind loading.

The internal columns of the arcade with their attached shafts, the ribs of the vault and the flying buttresses, with their associated vertical buttresses jutting at right-angles to the building, created a stone skeleton. Between these parts, the walls and the infill of the vaults could be of lighter construction. Between the narrow buttresses, the walls could be opened up into large windows.[8]

Through the Gothic period, thanks to the versatility of the pointed arch, the structure of Gothic windows developed from simple openings to immensely rich and decorative sculptural designs. The windows were very often filled with stained glass which added a dimension of colour to the light within the building, as well as providing a medium for figurative and narrative art.[20]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gothic_architecture#Light

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do you take prompts? would you write a friends-to-lovers bellarke au where they decide to volunteer at a dog rescue or pound or something and the sight of bellamy playing with the dogs and puppies makes clarke's crush on him even worse? bonus would be if they end up adopting a dog together or something (also i would adore mutual pining !!!!) or anything along those lines of a prompt! bellarke + puppies is my secret weakness

A|N: Technically, this isn’t 100% fall-themed, but I’m a sucker for puppies and the friends-to-lovers trope so I’m just going to kick off my Halloween bash with this, tbh! Let’s just pretend this fic takes place in fall and hence is entirely On-Theme. 
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Ironically enough, she’s the one who comes up with the idea of volunteering— which means that there’s no one to blame for this entire situation but herself, really.

“Run this by me again,” Bellamy asks, dry, “but how is this not a entirely self-serving move on our part where we get to play with numerous dogs on a regular basis?”

Arching a pointed brow over at him, she tilts back her screen, bringing up the shelter’s website. “Because, that’s not what fostering is,” she says, folding her arms across her chest. “We’re providing dogs with a chance at finding their permanent homes by giving them a place to stay in the meantime, see? It’ll reduce a load on the shelter’s resources too, so.”

The problem with living with her best friend for the better part of the year is that he knows her too well, really, so the only reaction she gets from that is a unimpressed sniff. “So what you’re saying is that we’ll get to play with several different dogs on a regular basis?”

Glaring, she manages a scowl, which only serves to make his smirk grow wider if anything. “Fine,” she bites out, slamming a pen down onto the sheaf of application papers before them, “maybe. Now will you please fill these out?”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” he grins, tickling at her wrist before reaching over to pluck the pen out of her grip triumphantly.

Their first dog arrives, a week after—  a husky mix called Peanut, of all things— which as far as Clarke knows, is the beginning of the end.

Because as it turns out, the sight of Bellamy taking care of a tiny, helpless puppy is a whole new level of distracting.

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alright, i managed to get the first part of this done! its a little short i know, but i didnt want to make it too too long and ruin the next part

colorblind lance, but still set in canonverse, endgame ship is klance

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Waxen - Prologue/Part 1

Ever since Lance was young, he wanted to be a pilot. He couldn’t imagine being anything else no matter how hard he tried. That is, until he got into elementary school. That’s where his dreams all came crashing down around him.

It was a short while into kindergarten year, only one or two weeks, when Lance was 6 years old, and they had been learning about the different colors, specifically of the rainbow.

Lance didn’t really understand what his teacher was talking about when she described the colors, saying that red was the color of an apple, that green was the color of the leaves, that blue was the color of the sky when there weren’t any clouds– to him, all the colors looked the same! He didn’t say this though, instead just nodding along with the rest of his class.

When his teacher handed out coloring pages and gave them an order to color the arches in, he did his best to follow the instructions they had been given, but all of the crayons looked the same.

He couldn’t tell which one was this ‘violet’ color, or which was the color of the sky. Different shades of black and white sat in front of his eyes, and he ended up with a rainbow of neons and blues instead of the ordered arches that supposedly appeared in the sky after it rains.

When his teacher confronted him about his poor color choices at the end of class, right before lunch, he simply tilted his head in confusion. “What do you mean?” He questioned, dark brows furrowed on his tanned face. “I colored the way you said to.”

The teacher looked confused and still a bit angry, crossing her arms over her chest as she gazed down at him. “You only got one color right, Lance. All the rest were wrong.” She tried to explain, pointing to each arch of crayon-filled color.

This, of course, only confused Lance more, gazing at the paper as his features contorted unashamedly and he shrugged. “All the colors look the same to me. I guess I mixed then up.”

When he said this, the last of the woman’s anger fell away and was replaced by confusion, and then turned to understanding. “Alright Lance, it’s okay. Go on to lunch, I have to make a few calls.”

That afternoon when he got home his mom had begun to question him about his day, seemingly trying to question him about something specific. Silence came, which lapsed into minutes of awkward tension and concerned glances his from his mother.

“… So.. Your teacher called me today.” She finally spoke, voice gentle as they sat in their small living room alone, his older siblings at their respective sports and his littler siblings were down for naps.

“She said you were having trouble… Telling the colors apart?” Ama took the opportunity to glance at him, frowning when he just shrugged and looked off to the side. “Is that true?”

Lance stayed quiet for a moment before shrugging and nodding a little, chewing gently on his baby soft lips. “I guess… Everything just kinda looks black and white and grey to me?” He tries to explain, fidgeting on the couch quietly.

His mother inhaled a bit, a soft gasp as she gazed at her precious baby boy. “I… Why didn’t you tell me, sweetheart?” She questions, carefully moving closer to him and gently rubbing his back. More than anything, she was worried that he hadn’t told her because he didn’t trust her– or something along those lines– so when he spoke she was rather relieved.

“I just.. I thought everyone saw this way..” He mumbles gently as he leans into her comforting touch, eyes filling with tears as he gazes up at her in a sudden spurt of fear. “I’m not dying, right? I’m not gonna die?”

The emotions that so clearly showed on his face and in his crystalline blue orbs made her heart wrench in her chest, shaking her head quickly. “No, no, of course not sweetie. Something like that would never kill you.” She murmurs, pulling him into a tight hug and sighing gently.

“But.. Lance, I do have to tell you… If you can’t see color, you… You can’t be a pilot.”