Bosco Verticale (Vertical Forest) is a pair of residential towers in the Porta Nuova district of Milan, Italy, between Via Gaetano de Castillia and Via Federico Confalonieri near Milano Porta Garibaldi railway station. They have a height of 110 metres (360 ft) and 76 metres (249 ft) and will host more than 900 trees (approximately 550 and 350 trees in the first and second towers respectively) on 8,900 square metres (96,000 sq ft) of terraces. Within the complex is also an 11-story office building; its facade does not host plants.
The towers were designed by Boeri Studio (Stefano Boeri,Gianandrea Barreca and Giovanni La Varra). It also involved input from horticulturalists and botanists. (Source)
Chaol pretty much accomplished NONE of the things he set out to do.
Hear me out. I don’t hate Chaol. But surely I wasn’t the only one who was a little worried this book was going to have some kind of white savior trope in it.
Instead, we got:
1. Nesryn Faliq - kicking ass and taking names, saving the future heir to the empire from giant fucking spider-valg-things, getting needed intel on Maeve, and securing aerial forces to help against Erawan.
2. Yrene Towers - saving the khagan’s favorite daughter, getting needed intel on Erawan, learning how to save people from the valg, and getting army and navy allies.
3. Chaol - gained the ability to walk again just to have his back broken. And he bought some guns.
Seriously though, Chaol helped Yrene and went through a lot of personal growth.
But the ladies did the heavy lifting here. And that’s pretty damn refreshing.
Summary: Soulmate AU. Having the ability to tamper with soulmate bonds, you accept to use it and help your friend Natasha tie her string with that of her boyfriend. But after a surprising turn of events, Bucky Barnes turns out to be your soulmate, and in order to keep your promise, it’s your string that you’ll have to cut.
It’s been about a week since you were released from the
medical ward, but after your place got ransacked, Sam insisted you should stay
in the tower for a while.
“It’s only temporary,” he’d said. It’s his way to take care
of you, making sure you’re tended to and well taken care of. It’s a sweet
gesture, and boy do you try to be thankful, but between Sam’s visits and Steve
almost dragging you to the medical bay on a daily basis for a checkup with Cho,
all while trying to avoid Bucky, you have been wrapped up in a never ending
spiral of excuses and impromptu bathroom trips and you’re pretty sure your
sleep patterns are all messed up now.
Because avoiding Bucky is no small feat, especially when
you’re trapped in the same building as he is, and he keeps seeking you out to talk.
The thing is though, you can’t talk. Or eat together,
or draw, or even breathe in his direction withoutfeeling like
you’re hurting both Nat and yourself.
People say time heals all wounds, and the best way to get
over someone is to distance yourself from them, but it’s pretty damn difficult
when all that stands between you is a couple of floors and your crazy schedules
that have been set up with the sole purpose of avoiding him. Bummer.
As the anon (I know who you are, I read tags ^_~) pointed out to me in this post, Alan Menken wrote a leitmotif that was used in both the campfire scene of Tangled and when Eugene arrives at the tower the second time. Listening to the two tracks, I have to agree, it’s a match! Which means that Eugene actually has a musical theme! This particular leitmotif is played when he’s revealing his past, and when he’s leaving every last bit of who he was behind him to selflessly rescue the woman he loves.
At the campfire, it’s light, played by (what sounds like) an Irish whistle, wistful, but in a major key. As he races up to the tower, it’s in a minor key, fully orchestrated, and backed by drums that give the listener the same sense of anxiety and urgency that Eugene is feeling at this moment.
And for the record, it’s not difficult to hear the Irish whistle in the movie, that part part was removed for some reason. I have the complete score for Tangled, and the Irish whistle is not in the Campfire track in the full score.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this revelation as much as I do. Putting together this track nearly made me cry, it’s so cool and important to me.
I apologize I couldn’t get this out sooner! I also apologize if this has been done already - I’ve been too busy and tired due health reasons to keep up with Prompto things (and I don’t track the tag either). If so, I hope you enjoy this anyway :3
Where is the horse? Where the young warrior? Where now the gift-giver?
Where are the feast-seats? Where all the hall-joys?
Alas for the bright cup! Alas byrnied warrior!
Alas the lord’s glory! How this time hastens,
grows dark under night-helm, as it were not!
Stands now behind the dear warband
a wondrous high wall, varied with snake-shapes,
warriors forsaken by might of the ash-spears,
corpse-hungry weapons–famous that fate–
and this stone-cliff storms dash on;
snowstorm, attacking, binds all the ground,
tumult of winter, when the dark one comes,
night-shadow blackens, sends from the north
rough hailstorm in anger toward men.
All is the earth-realm laden with hardship,
fate of creation turns world under heaven.
Here goldhoard passes, here friendship passes,
here mankind passes, here kinsman passes:
all does this earth-frame turn worthless!
So said the one wise in mind, at secret conclaves sat him apart.
Good, he who keeps faith, nor too quickly his grief
from his breast makes known, except he, noble, knows how beforehand to do cure with courage.
You have no idea how hard it was finding a gif to represent a scene in complete darkness. Nonetheless, this will have to do. Enjoy!
Prompt[s]: First of all. Great chapter of The Tower. Second of all, WHY YOU GOTTA GO HURTING ME LIKE THAT?
No no no no thor you idiot god damn you
Noooooooo….😱 Thor you ass! How will she get back now?? I need to know what happens next! 😳
‘The Tower’ (Part 23)
All Chapters // Part 22
The dungeons of Asgard’s palace were even colder than the
forest at night. It was all you could think about as you sat shivering in the
A set of chains protruded from the wall, stretching only a
metre away until they clasped around your wrists. The pink skin underneath threatened
to erode under their icy hold. The stone on which you sat was dusty and
uncomfortable, but thankfully worn smooth by the hundreds of others who had been
in your place. How many of them had also been innocent?
In hindsight, you couldn’t hold Thor’s decision against him.
You wanted to – boy, did you want to – but realistically, you knew that he was
still grieving. Thinking of your mother reminded you of that. He’d never seen
the body, he’d told you. He’d never gotten closure. He’d never said goodbye.
The man was blinded by grief.
If only you could’ve made him see; Loki wouldn’t be the only
one freed by their being reunited.