#mud brick

[optikestrav]

en route (2023)

© optikestrav

[mothmiso]

Faiyum (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) by Panegyrics of Granovetter

Via Flickr:

(1) Medinet Maadi temple. (2) Cobra moulding, mud brick, and sky. (3) Relief showing a snaky tailed deity, Medinet Maadi. (4) Inside the temple of Renenutet at Medinet Maadi. (5) Mysterious plunge baths of the Faiyum. (6) Fallen capitals at Medinet Maadi.       

[dieletztepanzerhexe]

Old Walled City Shibam, Yemen

[noob-priest-rising]

Exterior Sydney Inspiration for a large eclectic gray split-level metal exterior home remodel with a gambrel roof

[crappyassdrawings]

Laundry in Melbourne Mid-sized eclectic single-wall dark wood floor utility room photo with open cabinets, wood countertops, gray walls and medium tone wood cabinets

[afrotumble]

Mud brick mosque in Tahoa region in Central Niger, Niger.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

[banicraft]

Redid some Bricks

Bonus! made some bricks for stones that dont have bricks

[jacksprostate]

pls more fem fight club... from one of ur biggest fans

It's after fight club, when we've slunk back to our den and Tyler has stuffed me full of factory farmed chicken. I must be wearing my concussion on my face with how crinkled kind her eyes are. She takes me by the hand, we go to the garden to lie shirtless in the blood and guts and hair and shit and stare up at smog.

We lie close, like identical twins. Nursed in the same shitwater house, pummeled into superficial similarities. I know, my face is so blown out by bruising. Hers is no better; you could think we were a mirror. I could be some fucked up funhouse paper jam insomnia copy of Tyler. It would be a success.

"What do you really know of success?" Tyler scoffs, reading my mind.

Tyler says, "You don't know shit."

I don't disagree. I let my hand dig through the soil and mud until I've found a worm. Gently, I let its bristles catch on my skin. It wants to flee.

"You're told, we have it better than ever," Tyler says, and I know she's gearing up for a sermon. "You're told, we can work, and we can divorce, and have our own bank accounts. You and I both know you'll be fought every step of the way, but you can have those things now, isn't that a success?"

She takes the worm from me. Guides it into the unpleasant shape of a knot. Tyler pinches the ends of the worm lightly, pulls. These little cruelties are normally enacted on me, and I'm enraptured.

"If I stop, if I stop crushing and tearing this thing to death, is that a success?" Tyler drops it on my chest, in the valley between my tits. I see the knot is tight enough, some of the worm's organs must be crushed. Annelid internal bleeding.

"Is that good?" Tyler says.

Tyler says, "If you look to our glorious leaders, you will be told you should be overjoyed with getting a restroom into the Senate and the opportunity for the elite women who are part of our oppressive machine to wear pants. You will be told you should look at six women out of a hundred demons as a success. All of this, successes. Dripfed progress."

The common woman, she gets sexual harassment and a portion of the dollar. She gets marital rape exceptions finally struck off the books only in writing. She gets the second shift. She still gets rape and too late abortions and status barely beyond property of her husband and mother of his children.

The worm squirms.

Tyler says, "The House of Representatives still has nothing. They say, we have to be careful, we have to carefully mind the important history of the building as we act so kindly as to accomodate the silly womenfolk. Nevermind the steady light above his head and the subway he uses to get around."

Tyler reaches over, hand brushing my skin as she traces the twitching knot with a finger.

"I say, forget history. Holding onto history gets you little old cabins converted to rental cottages on a huge, private botanical garden with one large porched mansion in the middle. It gets you beloved buildings where even the most privileged women have to walk a block to take a piss, while men enjoy their modern heating and plumbing. It gets you the boot upon your neck. The knot in your spine."

She holds her hands out, spread. Occluded moonlight filters through. Her fingers are streaks of true night.

"If I were a worm," Tyler says, "I wouldn't wait until these hands die to consume them."

She takes the worm back, patiently, slowly unknots it as it writhes. I wonder if it knows those hands are the same ones that tortured it. I wonder if it cares.

"We can't wait for this. We should not expect the hands tying knots all through the world to truly ever undo them."

Forget history. Forget successes. Tyler wants to dismantle the world. Tyler wants to render things so equal that the sins of the past can be forgotten.

"Let's blow up the US Capitol," Tyler says, voice thick as syrup.

[bucket-of-amethyst]

Many things happening in today's episodes yeah yeah but can i just say I'm so in love with Ren's little house!! The guy took the underdogs of wood types and just created the coziest looking place! It's not everyday you see people using birch and acacia it makes me happy seeing them being used together :]

[mrvelocipede]

From this angle it looks like there's a downspout

but when it rains you remember it's only about two-thirds done.

[optikestrav]

Aït Benhaddou, Morocco (September 2023)

© optikestrav

[mothmiso]

Elephantine Island (2) (3) (4) (5) by Panegyrics of Granovetter

[littlei-xyz]

Mud Bricks

The cornerstone to a fancier starting house

[summer-fire]

IDK I'm just particularly happy about how this new world is going :)

[ashtonisvibing]

i think the saddest thing in minecraft is that i can't put candles on top of lilypads :{