The Massachusetts State House is famous for its golden dome sheathed in copper and covered in 23 karat gold. The building was iconically featured in the movie The Departed and is definitely not to be missed.
At last, the darkness lessened below them. Soft white luminous patches, like schools of jellyfish, floated before Jason’s eyes. As he approached the seafloor, he realized the patches were glowing fields of algae surrounding the ruins of a palace. Silt swirled through empty courtyards with abalone floors. barnacle-covered Greek columns marched into the gloom. In the center of the complex rose a citadel larger than Grand Central Station, its walls encrusted with pearls, its domed golden roof cracked open like an egg.
Inej looked at her strange crew, barefoot and shivering in their soot-stained prison uniforms, their features limned by the golden light of the dome, softened by the mist that hung in the air. What bound them together? Greed? Desperation? Was it just the knowledge that if one or all of them disappeared tonight, no one would come looking?
Tiniest cheer-up drabble for @kawaiilo-ren based on 8 Days / Mafia AU. Feel better because you’re the best (ﾉ´ з `)ノ♡
Three times Otabek holds Yuri in his arms.
First time is anguish; Yuri glares, complains, sighs and feigns strength. His voice shakes as he flails his arms gesturing at the windows of the lavish room, outside where the hostile world awaits. Yuri gives up, his shoulders slump, his lungs gasp for air and Otabek stands solid, a wordless promise that he won’t crumble if Yuri leans on. Chest of his shirt dampens, his arms bruise under his ink in places where Yuri’s fingers dig into. The first time Otabek holds Yuri, his hands travel through the tangled strands until their breaths are even.
Second time is quiet; Yuri’s head rests on his shoulder and the dawn chill sneaks between their layers before the first rays of light carries warmth to St Petersburg. River flows before them, the walls of the canal is mossy and the railings they rest on cold against their chests. The city is quiet; only runty pigeons stirring at the rooftops and Otabek pulls Yuri to his chest, his arms wrapping around him without ceremony. Yuri is catching up to him, his eyes are now leveled. Otabek inhales the stillness, knowing that they will dive back into life in a matter of hours. Second time, he is tired and Yuri is getting sleepy. He shields Yuri before the sun touches the golden dome of Saint Isaac’s Cathedral, wishing the dawn would take a while longer.
Third time is out of breath; they grunt and groan, their limbs stick together with sweat and saliva. His hands burn where they grope Yuri, his body lean, strong and needy under Otabek’s weight. The room is small and it’s dark everywhere but Otabek sees stars whenever his name is uttered, breaking into curses between moans. Third time, they kiss open mouthed, mess up the bed sheets and spent, Yuri falls asleep first his back resting against Otabek. The ice thaws outside his walls, the glass fogged up around the window frame.
They say that when you enter the vicinity of Karbala al-Muqaddas and first lay eyes upon the Golden Dome overpowering the skyline, you quickly come to notice that one is missing. Although both the Shrines are built on the same leveled ground and are of the same size, only the dome of Hadhrat Abbas (as) is visible to the guests entering this Holy city.
When the scholars were asked why the dome of Aba Abdillah (as) is seemingly hidden from view, the reply came saying:
“Till today, those who wish to visit their Imam (as) must first go through his guardian, Abal Fadhl al-Abbas (as).”
Slowly, the light moved closer, before what seemed like between blinks the light was suddenly upon him, being thrust into his face and causing him to wince and close his eyes upon the comparative blinding brightness. […]
Gazing down at him was a giant golden eye - but as his own eyes adjusted, he was able to see it was but a mask - a golden, domed mask embossed with an eye that stared down at him. But that wasn’t the most terrifying thing - the mask was upon a giant furred neck, long and wreathed in gold, horns and ears and more gold jutting out from beneath the mask.
Thor wandered the great halls of the golden castle he once called home. For the 2 years he’s been away from you he realized that home was with you, in your arms. He horribly missed the moments when you would laugh and kiss and just be with each other. He paced the long hallways and golden corridors. His thoughts of you grew intense as his heart ached for you. He needed to hear your voice. Not just in his head. He needed to see your face. Not just in his head. With a stress filled huff and made his was down across the rainbow bridge to Heimdall.
Heimdall smiled at the prince “Good evening Thor” he greeted. Thor forces a smile to his old friend and sighs. “What troubles you?” He asks. Thor looks away for a moment and sighs heavily “Show her to me” he says softly. Heimdall studies the prince with his stoic expression. “Please” Thor says to the guardian. Heimdall bows his head slightly “As you wish my Lord” he says.
Heimdall guides Thor into the golden dome of the Bifrost. Heimdall closes his eyes and an iridescent image appears in front of them. The image slowly fades into an image of you. You were sitting at a restaurant at a table outside. The red and orange leaves of the trees blow past you, making your hair flow a little.
Thor smile and his heart swells again as he watches you talk with your friends. You pull your leg up in the seat as you talk “You know what she said to me?” You tell your friends. “She was like ‘It’s been two years Y/N why are you still waiting? It’s pointless he’s not gonna come back. Why don’t you just start with someone knew, go out on a date for once’” you explain.
You scoff and shake you’re head before sipping you’re coffee. “Nooo” Darcy says. “I know!” You say to her as you set the cup down. “It has been two years Y/N” your best friend points out. You stare at her for a moment “I don’t care..I don’t care if it’s been five years I dont care if you guys set me up on hundreds of dates, I’m not giving up on him because he’s worth it..he’s worth the wait.” You say.
“Okay, I get that but come on this isn’t good for you Y/N..you’re a total wreck half the time!” Your best friend says. You chew your lip and shake your head. “What makes you think any other man is as good..what makes you think any other man could compare to him..Thor is Thor and no one else could ever be like Thor…he’s the only person I want or could possibly ever need…I do miss him like crazy but I love him and he’s so worth it” you say and smile at her.
“He’s worth it!” He say again smiling even more and Darcy nudges your best friend “Come on ya party pooper, lighten up” she says and smiles. “I just don’t want you getting hurt” Your best friend admits and sighs heavily. “It’s gonna be okay..I know it will be” you say and smile at your best friend.
The image fades and Thor is beaming. “She still loves me” he says. He smiles and looks away before thanking Heimdall. He happily makes his way back to the castle feeling like he was floating on air. “She still loves me” he says to himself again with his heart pounding in his chest
The world around you is awash with flashing lights and colors you’ve never even seen before. How you got here, you don’t know, but you’re tumbling head over heels with no floor beneath you.
And suddenly, the lights are gone, and there is a floor: A floor that you promptly slam into. You roll about ten feet before coming to a stop, groaning as you try to calm your aching muscles. When you open your eyes fully, there’s a skylight above you showing beautiful stars.
You sit up slowly, wincing at your protesting muscles. You’re in some sort of golden dome, with a silvery rainbow bridge leading to a shining golden city. “What the hell,” you mutter.
A man stands on a dais in the center of the dome, and you watch nervously as he steps down to your level. His very presence exudes power, and you gulp when you see his eyes are a shining gold. He comes to a stop in front of you, leaning down at the waist to look at you.
“Who are you?” he asks gently.
You gulp and shift the way you’re leaning on the heels of your hands. “My name is (y/n).”
He stands back up to his full height and smiles softly, yet still not exactly kindly. “Come. We have much to discuss.”
Lava Beds National Monument. The greatest concentration of lava tube caves in North America, it was set aside to preserve a vast array of caves, lava flows, and the flank of the largest volcano in the Cascade Volcanic Arc: Medicine Lake Volcano. Many of the lava caves are remarkably well preserved, and include a multitude of original features from when the lava tube cooled from molten basalt. The unique textures and shapes provided by the lava make for fascinating photography. Using multiple light sources, I was able to create some wonderfully abstract shots.
This cave is called Golden Dome Cave, and is one of the most popular caves on Cave Loop, which is a road that passes by many of the most interesting caves near the visitor center. The Golden color that covers many of the walls and ceilings results from a bacteria who’s surface is hydrophobic, or water-resistant. The moisture in the cave in the air or on the walls gets concentrated into droplet that sparkle in your lamplight. It is usually bright yellow or silver, and adds great beauty to the mysterious dark of the underground.