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Wieliczka salt mine, Poland

In southern Poland, Lake Wessel lies inky and unmoving in the deep. Filling the bottom of an old salt mine, it’s just one component of the UNESCO World Heritage Site which has been a functioning mine since the 13th century. Featuring supreme carpentry, centuries-old brickwork and ornate salt-crystal chandeliers in cavernous dining rooms, this fantastical setting is a favorite for the Polish film industry. The mine’s attractions include dozens of statues and four chapels carved out of the rock salt by the miners. The older sculptures have been supplemented with new carvings made by contemporary artists. About 1.2 million people visit the Wieliczka Salt Mine annually. 

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It’s important in a world where the powerful run riot over Westeros that Arya Stark, a rich girl sheltered from the selfish underbelly of the south, speaks up for those who cannot. From the very beginning, Arya is described as one who befriends everyone, regardless of status. Sansa notes this of her sister with derision, which mounts to a head when thinking of Mycah. He is not clean nor gallant nor a handsome prince from the songs - he’s the son of a butcher, who stinks of blood and meat. 

Yet Arya plays with him, the daughter of the Warden of the North and a lady besides. She doesn’t judge him based on bloodline, but for his soul. And when she is pitted against the crown prince and his mother, Arya remains loyal to the truth and to justice, no matter the personal cost. She goes head to head with Joffrey, heir to the Iron Throne, and does not back down because she will not have herself and Mycah be slandered with southern lies. And when he is gruesomely murdered for a crime he did not commit, Arya holds a burning grudge over those (both directly and indirectly) responsible: the Hound, Cersei, Joffrey, even Sansa to a slight degree.

Of course Mycah isn’t the only member of the smallfolk that Arya befriends or defends. Arya makes friends with bakers and dyers and blacksmiths, and risks her life several times for all three. She ensures a little orphan girl’s safety, though the girl does nothing but cry and follow her around. She finds friendship with the crew on the Titan’s Daughter, Talea and Brea, Tagganaro and his seal, Daena from the mummer’s troupe. She even befriends a house of Braavosi prostitutes because they are kind and that is what matters to her. 

It’s really admirable of Arya to be able to see past any prejudice or elitism that might have been instilled in her, and to care for those who are so often trampled on by nobility. I just think it’s important in a place like Westeros, that is so blood-hungry and classist and starved of justice, that there be a princess who not only loves and has the love of the common people, but looks out for them as well.

Where lies the strangling fruit that came from the hand of the sinner I shall bring forth the seeds of the dead to share with the worms that gather in the darkness and surround the world with the power of their lives while from the dimlit halls of other places forms that never were and never could be writhe for the impatience of the few who never saw what could have been. In the black water with the sun shining at midnight, those fruit shall come ripe and in the darkness of that which is golden shall split open to reveal the revelation of the fatal softness in the earth. The shadows of the abyss are like the petals of a monstrous flower that shall blossom within the skull and expand the mind beyond what any man can bear, but whether it decays under the earth or above on green fields, or out to sea or in the very air, all shall come to revelation, and to revel, in the knowledge of the strangling fruit—and the hand of the sinner shall rejoice, for there is no sin in shadow or in light that the seeds of the dead cannot forgive. And there shall be in the planting in the shadows a grace and a mercy from which shall blossom dark flowers, and their teeth shall devour and sustain and herald the passing of an age. That which dies shall still know life in death for all that decays is not forgotten and reanimated it shall walk the world in the bliss of not-knowing.
And then there shall be a fire that knows the naming of you, and in the presence of the strangling fruit, its dark flame shall acquire every part of you that remains.
—  from Annihilation by Jeff VanderMeer


Silently, I am alone in the western chamber, the moon like a hook.
A solitary tree in the park is purified by fall.
The grief of parting—endless and unrelieved.
After farewell, the heart is missing.


无言独上西楼 by Li Yu (李煜). Tang dynasty. 

The third ruler of the Southern Tang state, Li Yu ruled from 961 to 976, when his kingdom was annexed by invading Song Dynasty armies. Though largely an ineffectual monarch, Li is memorialized as a representative lyric poet of his era. He is best known for pioneering the ci poetic form, which utilizes a set of rhythmic meters derived from basic patterns. 

Several of Li’s poems have been set to music by contemporary artists, notably in three songs of Teresa Teng’s (邓丽君) Light Exquisite Feelings album. 无言独上西楼 was one such poem, set to the tune of 相見歡. 

Konstanz is a town of ~ 80,000 inhabitants located at the western end of the Bodensee (Lake Constance) in Baden-Württemberg, Southwestern Germany, bordering Switzerland. The city houses the University of Konstanz and was for more than 1200 years residence of the Roman Catholic Diocese. The Rhein river, which starts in the Swiss Alps, passes through the lake and leaves it, considerably larger, by flowing under a bridge connecting the 2 parts of the city. North of the river lies the larger part of the city with residential areas, industrial estates, and the university; south of the river is the old town, which houses the administrative center and shopping facilities in addition to the Hochschule or the University of Applied Sciences. Car ferries provide access across the lake to Meersburg, and the Katamaran provides a shuttle service for pedestrians to Friedrichshafen. At the old town’s southern border lies the Swiss town of Kreuzlingen.


Photo Album: Wieliczka Salt Mine, Poland

■ The Wieliczka Salt Mine (Polish: Kopalnia soli Wieliczka), located in the town of Wieliczka in southern Poland, lies within the Kraków metropolitan area. Opened in the 13th century, the mine produced table salt continuously until 2007, as one of the world’s oldest salt mines in operation. The mine’s attractions include dozens of statues and four chapels carved out of the rock salt by the miners. The older sculptures have been supplemented with new carvings made by contemporary artists.

Matera is a city and a province in Basilicata, Southern Italy. The town lies in a small canyon carved out by the Gravina. Known as “la Città Sotterranea” (the Subterranean City), Matera is well known for its historical center called “Sassi”, considered World Heritage Site by UNESCO since 1993, along with the Park of the Rupestrian Churches. In 2014, Matera was declared the Italian host of “European Capital of Culture” for 2019. 

Nebel und Regen auf dem Weg nach V­ík in Südisland. Im Mýrdalssandur liegt der Berg Hafursey, die Ringstraße #1 fährt mitten durch das unendlich scheinende Lupinenfeld.

Fog and rain on the way to Ví­k in southern Iceland. In Mýrdalssandur lies the mountain Hafursey, the ringroad # 1 runs right through the seemingly endless field of lupins.

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anonymous asked:

That strip chess fic is just,.. maker's bloody breath, I'm still giggling. Can we have strip chess with naked Dorian now?

aaaa, i’m glad you like it :) and of course, ‘non, anything for youuuuu. set around a month after this

“When I imagined being naked in your room, I didn’t think it would be like this,” Dorian gripes, rubbing his arms briskly. He is considerably not drunk, and the cold bothers him, settling on his skin. Cullen flushes faintly, red rising on his neck. “Are you sure that you aren’t playing by Tevinter rules?”

Cullen leans back in his chair, smug, stretching his legs out under the table. The greaves of his armor brush along Dorian’s bare legs, and Dorian jumps. “I’m playing by rules.” Scarred lips tug up into a smile, and Dorian ignores the flutter of his heart. “I never specified which.”

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