suspended bridge

But they held tighter to each other, past and present and future; flickering between an ancient hall in a mountain castle perched above Orynth, a bridge suspended between glass towers, and another place, perfect and strange, where they had been crafted from stardust and light. A wall of night knocked them back. But they could not be contained. The darkness paused for breath. They erupted.
—  Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows
Rowan Vs. Dorian (aka I love spilling tea)

Rowan: Prince. 

Dorian: King!!!


Rowan:  “you’re worthless.” “you would probably have been more useful to the world if you’d actually died ten years ago.”

Dorian: “She was not becoming anything different from what she always was and always had the capacity to be. You just finally saw everything. And once you saw that other part of her… You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love. Just as you cannot pick which parts of me you accept.” 


Rowan: “Thirty minutes later, Rowan was still staring up at the ceiling, teeth gritted as he calmed the roaring in
his veins that was steadily shredding through his self-control.
That gods-damned nightgown.
Shit.
He was in such deep, unending shit.” 

Dorian: “He was done with politics and intrigue. He loved her, and no empire, no king, and no earthly fear would keep him from her. No, if they tried to take her from him, he’d rip the world apart with his bare hands. And for some reason, that didn’t terrify him.”


Emrys on Rowaelin:

“What are you doing?”
“What?”
Emrys didn’t raise his voice as he said, “To that girl. What are you doing that makes her come in here with such emptiness in her eyes?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
Emrys pressed his lips into a tight line. “What do you see when you look at her, Prince?”
He didn’t know. These days, he didn’t know a damn thing. “That’s none of your concern, either.”
Emrys ran a hand over his weathered face. “I see her slipping away, bit by bit, because you shove her down when she so desperately needs someone to help her back up.” 

Otho/Chaol on Doraelin:

“So she’s not with him?“
“No.”
Otho shrugged. “That’s strange.”
“Why?” Chaol had the sudden urge to strangle him.
“Because it looks like he’s in love with her,” he said, and walked away.
Chaol’s eyes lost focus for a moment. Then Celaena laughed, and Dorian kept staring at her. The prince hadn’t once taken his eyes off her. Dorian’s expression was full of–something. Joy? Wonder? His shoulders were straight, his back erect. He looked like a man. Like a king.”


Doraelin: 

Aelin extended her hand—a question and an offer and a promise.

“To a better future,” she said.

“You came back,” he said, as if that were an answer.

They joined hands.

So the world ended.

And the next one began.

They were infinite.

They were the beginning and the ending; they were eternity.

The king standing before them gaped as the shield of flame died out to reveal Aelin and Dorian, hand in hand, glowing like newborn gods as their magic entwined.

“You’re mine,” the man raged. He became darkness; folded himself into the power he carried, as if he were nothing but malice on a dark wind.

He struck them, swallowed them.

But they held tighter to each other, past and present and future; flickering between an ancient hall in a mountain castle perched above Orynth, a bridge suspended between glass towers, and another place, perfect and strange, where they had been crafted from stardust and light A wall of night knocked them back. But they could not be contained. The darkness paused for breath. They erupted..”

Rowaelin: lmao Rowaelin could NEVER compare to that bye.

I’m just saying….

Runs In The Family

Originally posted by thethingsthaticantsee

Requested by just-a-touch-of-writing:

“I wanted to say that I love your imagines and I was wondering if you could write one where you’re Owen’s niece and you and Zach don’t get along at first but you slowly fall for each other after the many near death experiences and he kisses you at the end.” 

Note: This person asked for a personal but unfortunately I do not write personals, I hope you love this imagine anyway, thank you for enjoying my writing! :) xx Also this imagine will not be exactly to the plot but I’ve tried to stay as close as possible x

Warnings: Swearing


“Can I help you train the raptors?”

“No.”

You huff in annoyance and roll your eyes at his answer. You don’t know why you thought today would be any different but you had and now you feel totally bummed out. Everyday it was the same routine, you got up early, scoffed down your breakfast, threw on your denim shorts and Jurassic World t-shirt, chucked your hair up into a messy high ponytail, laced up your combat boots, walked to the Raptor’s pen and asked your Uncle if you could help train them and every day received the same answer. 

“Better luck tomorrow, kid.” Barry said patting your shoulder as he walked past you. You stare after your Uncle’s retreating figure as you groan. “Do you think he’ll ever let me?” You ask as you trail after Barry. “I can’t answer that, your Uncle is the most unpredictable man I’ve ever met.” He says as he begins to fill out some sheets. You were about to reply with ‘tell me about it’ when something catches your eye.

“Hey who’s that?” You ask nodding your head toward an unfamiliar car that just pulled up as three unfamiliar figures get out of the vehicle. 

“I don’t know, but they shouldn’t be here.” Barry says narrowing his eyes.

Keep reading

Time to Wake Up

This was supposed to be short but I just… Kept going… oh boy… @eradition

———-

Next the two went towards Zora’s Domain. Kari began to freak out since she was not the best at swimming and did not want to drown. The two neared a bridge and Kari swiftly clung to Link.

“Gah, Kari seriously?!”

“We are going over a bridge suspended above water! I can’t swim well!”

“The is very stable and has walls! You’ll be fine!”

“But I could slip and fall over the edge.”

“The walls are tall enough to save you. You’re barely four foot three.”

Kari glared at the hero. “Are you saying I’m short?” Link avoided eye contact with the girl for the rest of the walk towards the bridge. Not long later the two heard a voice.

“Say hey there!” The voice called and a male Zora jumped from one of the pillars of the bridge. Kari, who was already on edge, yelped in shock. “Pardon the entrance but you’re a hylian aren’t you?”

“I’m a sheikah, thank you.” Kari corrected the tall Zora, who looked oddly familiar to the young Sheikah. “This one’s a hylian.” She pointed to Link, who she was a bit mad at.

“Well, I was hoping perhaps you had a moment to talk.” He asked and explained that the Divine Beast Vah Ruta was causing the downpour that could make Zora’s Domain flood which would eventually lead to all of Hyrule flooding. The Zora, Prince Sidon, then swam up stream towards Zora’s Domain while Kari and Link ran there. Along the way the prince would encourage the two onward.

Once there Link and Kari met with the King and another Zora that was rather old. The king explained that the two would need shock arrows to weaken Ruta to get on it. However, the elderly Zora did not like thile idea and refused to help the two. Eventually the two convinced the zora to help and told the two a way to get a lot of shock arrows. The two got the shock arrows they needed, and a bit extra, then made their way back to Zora’s Domain, gave a female Zora a picture, got some Zora armor, then went to meet with Sidon. Link wore the entire Zora armor outfit. Kari shivered, worried about drowning.

“Are you two ready?” Sidon asked. He was told to help the two by his father.

Link nodded. “Yup.”

Kari gulped. “Yeh, sure. Ready as I’ll ever be.” She hesitantly mumbled. Sidon smiled widely and allowed the two on his back. After a while of taking down the beast’s defences, and Sidon saving Kari at least two times, the two managed to get aboard Vah Ruta. “Thanks for the help Sidon. And for saving me from drowning.”

“Not a problem. Now good luck. Both of you. I will see you back in Zora’s Domain.” The Prince said and swam off. Kari and Link entered the Divine Beast.

Kari sighed, recalling the times she spent in the Divine Beast.

“Kari, you’re so reckless.”

“I know. But you’ll heal me, like you do with Link right?”

“I guess. But you still need to be careful.”

“Ok. Oh, when are you gonna teach me to heal?”

“Soon. I’m still training to better control Ruta.”

“Okay, good luck.”

“Thank you. … There, all better.”

“Thanks Mipha! You’re the best!”

Kari sighed. “Hey Link. Do you think Mipha is still alive? I know Zora’s have a different life span than Hylians and Sheikah.” She frowned. Link just kept his mouth shut. He knew the answer, but felt that Kari finding out on her own would be better in the long run.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Link. Oh, and I see Kari is awake.”

Kari smiled. “Hey, Mipha. Long time no see.” The girl smiled happily. Link and Kari swiftly got to work, getting the map, claiming the terminals, and finally getting to the main terminal. An odd cloud surrounded the main terminal and an enemy appeared.

“That is Water Blight Ganon. Please, defeat it.” Mipha called. Kari and Link did their best to defeat the enemy. However, Kari could not do much after the room filled with water, so she stayed on one platform and used ranged attacks.

After a long battle, Water Blight Ganon was defeated and Mipha appeared, in spirit form. Kari frowned. Mipha was dead too. The girl wiped her eyes sadly. “Mipha… I–” Kari frowned.

“Kari, it’s okay.” Mipha stopped the child from continuing. “I’m fine. I’m fine now. You and Link freed me. Thank you.”

“B-But you’re dead. You and Daruk are dead!” She hiccuped. “Is everyone else dead?! Revali, Zelda, Mama are they dead too?!”

Mipha frowned. “I wish I knew. But I’ve been trapped here for one hundred years.” The Zora princess informed. Kari sniffled, wiping her face to clear the snot and tears. “Everything will be okay.”

Kari gulped and nodded. “Yeh. Okay. I’ll be seein’ ya Mipha.”

“Kari, don’t forget about that promise you made to my brother. It has been over one hundred years.”

Kari tilted her head. “Promise?”

“The betrothal.” Mipha smiled.

The girl hummed. “Be-tro-thal? As in, marriage?” Mipha nodded. “MIPHA I’M TWELVE! I CAN’T GET MARRIED!”

“Technically you are one hundred and twelve. And Sidon is a bit older than you.” Kari blushed.

“I know that.” Kari huffed. “Mipha, Link and I are tryin’ to save the world!”

“I know. But after that, just don’t forget. Okay?”

Kari blushed. “Still can’t believe I fell for that. I mean, it wasn’t a trick, but at the time I didn’t know. Geez… Wait… Did Sidon not recognize me when we saw him at the bridge?” She hummed then shook the thoughts out of her head. “Whatever, whatever! I’ll find out later! Gotta go, bye Mipha!” Kari waved then warped back to Zora’s Domain with Link.a’s Domain. They were greeted by the Prince happily and treated to a small party as a thank you. During the small party, the prince approached Kari and talked with her happily, remembering her from so long ago.

“I was told by my sister that you were frozen in time. I never thought I’d see you again.” He smiled nervously. “So, I thought I was hallucinating or it was someone that just looked like you. I’m sorry.”

Kari shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.” She said. “I actually got free not too long ago. I thought you were someone else when I first saw you.” The girl chuckled nervously.

Sidon smiled kindly. “Well, it’s glad to see that my future wife is safe.”

Kari blushed like crazy. “Sidon I swear! You-you!” Kari stammered and the Zora prince laughed at the situation.

“Alright you two.” Link called. “Thank you for your help, Sidon. Kari and I should be leaving though.” The hero smiled. “Don’t worry. She’ll come back when we beat Ganon and save Hyrule.” Sidon nodded and watched the two leave.

love is like this:

watching him die –
kill himself –
because he believes that
it’s the best option,
the only real option.
and maybe it is.
maybe saving the world
is more important
than the way
you feel your heart drop in your chest.
saving billions of innocents
is more important
than saving your
guilty conscience –
(for a short moment
you wanted him to stay with you
in a burning world
if it meant just a few more
seconds
in his presence.)
he would hate you for that
so you just beg him to take you
with him
long after his body scatters
into stars.

love is like this:

you are hanging off a bridge
suspended on wires
and across you is the world.
across you
is every stare from every mother,
every helpless child,
and you are a good man,
so you are afraid
because you love
an atlas.
one man is not
worth the weight
of the world.
you know this is how
your story ends.

love is like this:

not the absence of him,
but the lack of presence:
the way you turn to an empty room,
a laugh dying on your mouth,
and then dying altogether.
the empty bed
you shared for such
a short time
and somehow still
smells like him.
you should be hailed as heroes
but the gold
melts in your hands
scalds your skin
runs down your arms
to every place he kissed you.
a thousand medals
are not as heavy
as his corpse.

love is like this:

one man can weigh more than a galaxy.
for every word that praises you
you can only feel the
oppressive lack of pride.
they sing for you,
every planet on every star,
but it just sounds like
you screaming his name.
for every memorial
there is a matching one in your chest;
a drumline beat out by heartbeats,
your ribcage a group of pallbearers,
for every word he might’ve said.

love is like this:

in his situation you might’ve let the world die.
maybe that makes you
a bad man.
maybe you loved him more.
maybe that’s terrible.
“don’t leave me behind,”
but he does,
and you have to be okay with that.
“next time, wake me,”
and he does,
shrieking into consciousness
with nightmares that carry his shadow.

you put his name
on the wall
and now you stay behind with him
long after he burns out
and leaves.

– loving you is being chained to a supernova,
l.b.

I demand

Riot grrrl maenads getting into ecstatic states in the pit. Grabbing intruding punk boys by their spiked collars and hurling them to the back of the audience.

Hekate’s hounds protecting protesters marching to commemorate those killed by racist, sexist, transphobic, homophobic, and classist violence. Their long shadows and yellow eyes scaring away the cops.

Artemis and Poseidon teaming up to protect the activists working against Arctic drilling. Artemis giving strength to the ones suspended from bridges, Poseidon protecting the ones in kayaks.

Athena hanging out in Vienna, helping smooth the Iran talks because diplomacy is way more strategic then war.

Hestia running around a new apartment building for newly sheltered people. Straightening the donated pillows on this couch, double checking the safety hinges on that donated crib.

2

“To a better future,” she said.

“You came back,” he said, as if that were an answer.

They joined hands.

So the world ended.

And the next one began.

They were infinite.

They were the beginning and the ending; they were eternity.

The king standing before them gaped as the shield of flame died out to reveal Aelin and Dorian, hand in hand, glowing like newborn gods as their magic entwined.

“You’re mine,” the man raged. He became darkness; folded himself into the power he carried, as if he were nothing but malice on a dark wind.

He struck them, swallowed them.

But they held tighter to each other, past and present and future; flickering between an ancient hall in a mountain castle perched above Orynth, a bridge suspended between glass towers, and another place, perfect and strange, where they had been crafted from stardust and light.

A wall of night knocked them back. But they could not be contained.

The darkness paused for breath.

They erupted.

Woojong Kim (Architect, Foster + Partners)

The City of Sleep, Bartlett, UCL 5th Year Design Project

The proposal ‘The Floating Cathedral in the City of Sleep: Toward Inhabitable Infrastructure for the Pilgrims in the UK’ has attempted to adopt the critical principles of the spatial qualities in cathedrals, and the concept of floating infrastructures to create proposed spaces to be included in the main body of the structure, the Cryonics unit, the suspended bridge, the bird towers and the wave energy centre in the proposal, ‘Floating Cathedral.’

But they held tighter to each other, past and present and future; flickering between an ancient hall in a mountain castle perched above Orynth, a bridge suspended between glass towers, and another place, perfect and strange, where they had been crafted from stardust and light.
—  Sarah J Maas, Queen of Shadows
Kevlar turns 50

20 years ago, Stephanie Kwolek became only the fourth woman to enter the US National Inventors Hall of Fame, 30 years after she first synthesised a material for the purpose of making strong but light tyres.

That material is now used in more than 200 different applications. It protects undersea optical cables, suspends bridges with ultra-strong ropes and creates super-taut drumheads. But Kevlar is perhaps best known for saving countless lives as a protective material in bulletproof vests and helmets.

Kwolek beneath a picture of Nylon inventor Wallace Carothers © Chemical Heritage Foundation 

Kwolek, a chemist at American company DuPont, created a solution of para-phenylenediamine and terephthaloyl chloride in 1965 that was ‘cloudy, opalescent upon being stirred and of low viscosity’. Polymer solutions are normally syrupy, but Kwolek’s was thin and watery.

DuPont technician Charles Smullen refused to run the solution through a spinneret, the apparatus used to spin a polymer solution into a fibre, saying it was too watery and interpreting the opalescence as particles that would clog the machine. Thankfully, Kwolek was persistent, and Smullen agreed to spin the fibre.

‘We spun it, and it span beautifully,’ Kwolek beamed in a 2012 interview. ‘It was very strong and stiff – unlike anything we had made before. I knew that I had made a discovery. I didn’t shout “Eureka!” but I was very excited, as was the whole laboratory excited, and management was excited, because we were looking for something new. Something different. And this was it.’

The high tensile strength-to-weight ratio of Kevlar is five times that of steel. When layered together, it can absorb the velocity of shrapnel or a bullet, distributing its force across the fibres instead of being pierced. It is used in tennis rackets, skis, boats, ropes and cables and, as first intended, in tyres.

Kwolek, who also developed the nylon rope trick classroom demonstration, died in 2014 at the age of 90, having lived to see her invention take more forms than she could have possibly anticipated. Kwolek’s was a rare discovery with perhaps the most rewarding property a material can possess. As she put it, ‘I don’t think there’s anything like saving someone’s life to bring you satisfaction and happiness.’

By Simon Frost.

CHINA, Shinuizhai : Chinese tourists walk across a glass-bottomed suspension bridge in the Shinuizhai mountains in Pingjang county, Hunan province some 150 kilometers from Changsha on October 8, 2015. The bridge, originally a wooden walkway spanning some 300 meters across the 180-meter deep valley, reopened two weeks ago following renovations as a glass-bottomed tourist attraction. AFP PHOTO / JOHANNES EISELE