#just by the architectural style

[skylordhorus]

i already do not like brutalist architecture but now i dislike it even more out of grumpiness after i saw a frankly kinda pretentious and self aggrandising post chain that acted like brutalism is THE Leftist Architectural Style(tm), that ornamentation is for the bourgeoisie, and that a preference for older or ancient architecture is absolutely a capitalist and/or neo nazi red flag/dogwhistle

[callsign-coolsquirrel]

The General's Daughter

@g-backto505

[eerna]

the ancient hero armor set in TotK is like "so yeah the Hero from the first Calamity was actually not Hylian. he wasn't Zonai either. he was a secret third thing that has no name and the only other example can be found in weird statues in the Depths. HOWEVER he does wear Zonai clothes! but also Hylian body paint. no we will not elaborate further nor ever xoxo <3" insane absolutely INSANE

[spiderziege]

potential builds to draw: maybe mumbo's vault from this season? or etho's s7 monstrosity?

i went with the monstrosity which ended up being a lot more difficult than i thought lol. i have a couple more screenshot i wanna draw too so i might add to these at some point

[marzipanandminutiae]

“glorification of an imagined unified Western Traditional Culture as the single objective best culture is a fascist red flag” and “a lot of modern vernacular architecture is boring, actively harmful to the mental health of people who live around it, destroying older buildings that had more personality, and shoddily built + as bland as possible for the ever profit-focused needs of capitalism” are concepts that can coexist

like. yes, be wary of Roman Statue Profile Pics decrying “modernity” on Twitter, but the idea that IKEAfying the world is somehow Progressive and if you don’t like it you MUST be far-right is just. bizarre

[salembehindbars]

If I won the lottery, I wouldn’t have to tell anyone because the Victorian styled manor with stained glass windows and Cherry Red 1966 Ford Mustang Convertible I suddenly came into possession of would be telling enough.

[antisisyphus]

i keep thinking back to a quote by some architect who was arguing that the most sustainable architecture is the architecture that doesnt get torn down bc we will be (hopefully) constantly finding newer, cheaper, more efficient, ways of being "sustainable" so trying to make the most sustainable building is a moot point. in 5 years it will be outdated & if all it has going for it is "was once a very sustainable building but isnt anymore" well. that isnt much. the point was that the architect was saying that classical/romantic architecture (often considered very beautiful & worth saving which i could get into but that a whole other thing) is sustainable bc of its beauty. bc of the value we put on it. bc we dont want to erase or tear down things we find beautiful or important. i dont really have an end thought but im just musing on the importance of beauty & how aesthetic value can extend itself into material value & also how beauty (infinite) is hoarded by the rich as if it is a finite source. inch resting

[stardust-falling]

Anyway as much as I do appreciate westerners taking an interest in Chinese culture it sometimes feels like my culture is just viewed as an art piece. Chinese people and culture are not artworks on display for western viewers’ pleasure. We are very real people, with very real culture, and as someone who has been overseas and removed from my culture for a good portion of my life it sometimes hurts when CN culture is just viewed as surface level “pretty” or heaven forbid “aesthetic,” when it’s so much more than that.

[giantkillerjack]

After learning about the video game "CONTROL" and watching Julia LePetit-Drawfee play it, I have amended my views on brutalist architecture.

I used to think that brutalist architecture was a completely miserable and hideous style of architecture to expect human beings to exist in or around, with absolutely no acceptable applications.

But NOW I think that brutalist architecture is a completely miserable and hideous style of architecture to expect human beings to exist in or around, which is actually quite suitable for a visually striking video game about a living building that fucking hates you and is actively trying to kill you and everyone in it. ✅ ✅ ✅

I'm being silly but tbh anyone who disagrees with me can go ahead and spend 10 years commuting in the dingy gray concrete brutalist dimness of the DC metro system and then fucking get back to me.

[bespectacledbun]

every new piece of worldbuilding that cybird put in ikepri makes me feel this image on a spiritual level

[vyeoh]

IS JOEL BUILDING CYPERPUNK STYLE???!?

[the-nettle-knight]

To other English people, stop saying "England has no culture", it is actively harming us. There is a reason the Tories defunded the arts and heritage sectors whilst scapegoating immigrants. The fear that immigrants will come and destroy Englishness is only working as the government is literally trying to actively wipe it out. If we a) recognise the things that are distinctly cultural (eg architecture styles) and b) actively participate in the traditions you're always told are silly (Morris and Molly dancing, scarecrow competitions and folk songs), it will actually make us better as a country and more difficult to divide via classism, racism and xenophobia

[tj-crochets]

Hey y’all! Weird question time! Or more specifically, time for a weird question I’ve asked before Was the high school you went to all one building, several buildings you had to walk between with no covered walkways, or several buildings but with covered walkways between them? And where was the school (not specifically)/what weather? I grew up in southern California (where it is usually hot and rarely rains) and it never occurred to me a school could be all in one building until I saw my cousin’s high school in Oregon (where it is frequently cold and rains a lot)

[deconstructthesoup]

Blue gets it

[imakemywings]

“Ah, and yonder, you may view the Fountain of the King,” said Turgon, pointing. His companion went on chewing at his sleeve and did not respond. “You will have passed it many times on your way into the palace, but is it not interesting to see it from a new perspective?”

            Eärendil kicked his feet, which reached just to the edge of the balcony railing. One firm hand on his chest kept him from going anywhere as Turgon point out this and that landmark that could be seen stretching out across Gondolin under the marbled blue sky.

            “You prefer a different one, perhaps? Lord Ecthelion maintains quite a few in the area around his home.” Turgon gestured in the direction of Lord Ecthelion’s estate. “Has Lady Idril taken you to see those as well? If not, we will have to remedy it!”

            At this note of firm enthusiasm in Turgon’s voice, Eärendil chirped, releasing the king’s sleeve from his gummy mouth at last, a wide wet mark left behind.

            “Yes, it may even be a matter of urgency,” Turgon agreed gravely. “We will attend our schedule and see if time allows for a field trip.” He scooped Eärendil up in one arm and brought him inside. Out of the chilly mountain air high up on the balcony, he removed Eärendil’s fur-lined coat to allow him better freedom of movement. None had been sure how Eärendil’s mortal blood might affect him, but thus far, Turgon had not found him overly different from most babies. He smiled, he laughed, he cried, he slept—he kept his parents up at all hours.

            When Idril returned for her son, he was bouncing on the king’s knee at his desk while Turgon penned some intra-city correspondence.

            “What’s this? Adar, I would not have taken you from your work for this,” Idril said. “You might have asked someone else to take him.”

            “Eärendil is assisting me with these letters,” Turgon insisted soberly, finishing his sentence before he looked to the baby and then to his own daughter. “He has proven a most useful discussant for deciding the most efficacious response.”

            Eärendil tipped backwards against Turgon, reaching up for one of the king’s dreadlocks, which he loved to pull, but Turgon gently dissuaded his grasping hand. Idril made a soft sound of amusement.

            “I should have foreseen you would put him to work!” she said, plucking the child from Turgon’s lap to settle him on her hip. “What a taskmaster you are, my lord!”

            “He will be an excellent addition to the king’s council shortly, I’m sure,” said Turgon.

            “I will pass the word on to Tuor,” she said with a wry smile. “Doubtless he will find the occasion worthy of commissioning another new outfit for Eärendil.” She gathered up Eärendil’s things scattered around Turgon’s office, choosing to leave one wooden duck on wheels, just in case Eärendil found himself there unexpectedly.

            “I am sorry I’ve been so busy lately,” Idril began, but Turgon waved a hand.

            “No trouble, Idril,” he said. “Please. It is always a pleasure to spend time with my grandson.” There was a hint of softness in her father’s usually stern face that assured her of his genuineness, and she smiled.

            “I’m very sure it’s mutual,” she said.

            “Ah, one item for you before you depart,” Turgon said, shuffling some parchment on his desk. “Eärendil tells me he hasn’t yet had a tour of Lord Ecthelion’s fountains. This must be remedied as soon as possible.” Idril suppressed a snort.

            “Yes, of course, my lord,” she said. “I will be certain to attend this with the urgency required.” Eärendil cooed and Idril bounced him in her arm.

            “Good. I trust you will.” Father and daughter exchanged matching half-smiles and Idril took her leave. The king gave Eärendil a little wave on his way out.

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[bitchwhoyoukiddin]

FUCK WALTER NETSCH

I hope wherever his energy ended up, it's having a bad time.