#the writing on the wall

[saydesole]

Kelly Rowland 🫶🏽

Happy Birthday 🤎

[coffinmotif]

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So I ask you, 'Demon King of Salvation'.

Who am I?

[habizuh-studios]

I JUST WATCHED THE ALHAITHAM VERSION OF THE WRITING ON THE WALL. HOLY SHIT. I LOVED IT SO, SO MUCH.

[middleland]

Rust Belt Rail Transformation (Cleveland, OH) by Brandon Parsons

[theoutcastrogue]

A story about a wall

This wall is in my old neighbourhood, and it didn’t always look like this. When I was a kid, it was painted grey and was always covered with graffiti – not art, just words and phrases and maybe a symbol. The majority of these, I’d say about ~60%, were football-related.

[rival team fans] you are cunts

[neighbourhood] belongs to [our team]

[rival team fans] we fuck your mothers

suck our cocks [rival team fans] faggots

And so on. Another ~20% were anarchist.

free [political prisoner]

down with the state

anarchy forever

fuck the army

And so on. Another ~10% were otherwise political. The names of big and small political parties (and some MPs) showed up at election season, not scrawled with spray but painted professionally with rollers in huge letters. Sometimes a union urged people to join a strike or rally. Very very rarely a fascist graffiti would show up, but it would get defaced immediately. There were a lot more anarchists than fascists back then.

And the rest was about love and/or lust.

[name] I love you

I miss you so much

[name] when will you let me fuck you?

the ass is hell / and the cunt a well / and he who ass never tried / goes to Hades blind

And so on. Defaced graffiti was a big part of the wall. People spared no spray cans crossing out each other’s messages, and at times it all looked like the deranged scrawlings of an eldritch abomination, you couldn’t make out a single word.

And here’s a very important detail about that wall: it’s facing an elementary school.

My school, to be exact. Small children (i.e. we) would go out to the schoolyard at recess, look across the street, and see what I just described. Needless to say, a lot of adults were quite displeased with this situation. But what could they do? The mayor would send a cleaning crew once in a while, but 5 minutes after they left someone would inaugurate the freshly painted wall, and a day later it would be full again. Walls in cities be like that.

AND THEN, long after I was gone from the school, someone had a stroke of genius. They said, we’re not gonna paint the wall that awful monochrome grey again. Instead, we’ll cover it in street art. BUT, we won’t ask street artists to pitch their ideas. We will ask the children of the elementary school to come up with the designs, draw them themselves or pick them from wherever they want. We’ll hire a crew to paint what they chose. And we’ll make sure everyone knows that the children picked the street art. Which heartless bastard will spray over that?

AND IT FUCKING WORKED. The football hooligans, the anti-authoritarian rebels, the politicians’ stooges, the unionists, the lovers, the assholes: no one had the heart to spray over that. The street art went up, and stayed up. It didn’t get defaced, it didn’t get covered, it’s still there. (Not quite unblemished, there are still margins where football fans do their thing, but it’s a very small percentage of the total surface.)

yeah, that part looks like the old wall

So while the street art itself on that wall is not particularly jaw-dropping, its origin story is just crazy. I’m sure that the children weren’t given totally free rein to pick designs, and that teachers and/or the city council made the final choice. And it’s probably they who picked the theme – bicycles. All neat and proper and kid-friendly. Still, one little rascal managed to slip this past:

“Till theft give us parts”, i.e. bicycle parts, get it? (DON’T JUDGE THE PUN, IT WAS A LITTLE KID.) And it makes me so happy.

[fallenoftheromaempire]

i'm just at chapter 42 of Dungeon Meshi but, I found this song called The Writing on The Wall that i think fits it so perfectly, especially the whole sorcerer story ( as far as i know) so i would love to share. And even it it doesn't fit its a neat song.

[thingsasbarcodes]

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. 2x07 - The Writing on the Wall

[stabbyapologist]

Exactly how big are the pipes in Hogwarts for the basilisk to use them to travel through the castle and then just disappear when someone takes a corner?

Poor Mario would never be able to get out and save Princess Peach.

[depressedcatboy]

I've been listening to the new Kaveh fansong (Writing on the Wall by Will Stetson), and I realized how relevant it is to my family. There are a lot of architects/aspiring architects in my family, and there's a lot of sad history with architecture.

My late grandfather was an architect while he still lived in Hong Kong, but when he moved to England with my grandmother, he never was able to get a job and he struggled knowing that he wasn't the main provider for the family. He was diagnosed with dementia a few months before he died, but we think that he had it for at least 10 years before his diagnosis.

My mother has a cousin who is still alive, but vehemently believes that doomsday is imminent and the world will end soon. She moved to America after becoming an architect, but stayed there for 20 years, unable to work because she was waiting on her green card. She got sucked into a doomsday cult, and moved back to China after getting her green card. She still has not worked as an architect, despite being licensed. Her immediate family doesn't even talk to her because she can only talk about religion and the end of the world now.

I have a cousin who is hoping to study architecture, and have considered it myself because of my grandfather. It feels very inauspicious, though.

I'm sorry for the big rant. It's just that this song reminded me of all of my relatives' and my family's experiences with architecture. As an artist myself, I completely understand that feeling. Last weekend, I stayed up for five hours straight, until 3am when I had to wake up early the next day to paint something for my mothers birthday. In the end, I only felt like a failed son. I feel like this endless cycle of self destruction in inevitable for me and my family. My mother is like this, my father is like this, I'm like this. We all put our work and our obligations to others above our obligations to ourselves.

[bullsduckbears]

[coaz-photography]

A tide of change is coming

And that is what you fear

[deadly-danaid]

"How I wish for you to see the tempest that rages within my heart, hear the wind scream your name, watch the lightening thrash again and again at my center. I want you to feel the raw and wild energy, the chaos you create. To truly and completely understand what it feels like to love you"

Hurricane || Monica (Moka) Lynn

[candont]

Ups doesn’t mean you’re good—it means you’re all over the place. For graffiti artists—writers, in the parlance—ups is literal, physical, concrete proof.

https://hazlitt.net/longreads/if-youre-reading-its-jim-joe

[middleland]

OH Columbus - Mural in the Clintonville neighborhood by Ken

[theoutcastrogue]

Barcelona, photo by GrooverFW (Creative Commons CC BY 2.0)

[wibble-wobbegong]

im genuinely gonna lose my mind over the F like there is absolutely nothing of significance in the show that starts with F. not a place not a building not a character not even a product or mentioned even except the Flayer but why would it be that when the photo was taken the night of the murder??