Rejoice, for very bad things are about to happen.

eddardstarksarchive:

W I N T E R F E L L | ( t h e   b u r i e d   o u t p o s t )

The land is empty and cold and frozen and grey and anything that pierces the crusted carpet of windswept snow is broken: shattered and bare and entombed in ice. Hundreds of years ago, a castle stood here. But anymore, all that remains are crumbling stone walls and jagged spires collapsed and buried in the earth. Anymore, all that’s left of the ancient fastness is ring after ring of debris, silently circling a grove of wierwoods like the ghosts of defeated sentinels bound to eternal duty.


But underground.


Underground a labyrinth sprawls. Smoothly rounded tunnels and passageways wind around each other and circle deep into the earth, darker than the darkest night one moment and brighter than dawn the next.


It is here, interred under the snow and the ruins of their ancient home, that the Starks have re-built their seat. Wrapped in the frigid deep of endless winter and the steamy heat of hidden hot springs, they hold the north as they ever have.


And they wait.


I don’t know what this is, but I want more of it.

eddardstarksarchive:

W I N T E R F E L L | ( t h e   b u r i e d   o u t p o s t )

The land is empty and cold and frozen and grey and anything that pierces the crusted carpet of windswept snow is broken: shattered and bare and entombed in ice. Hundreds of years ago, a castle stood here. But anymore, all that remains are crumbling stone walls and jagged spires collapsed and buried in the earth. Anymore, all that’s left of the ancient fastness is ring after ring of debris, silently circling a grove of wierwoods like the ghosts of defeated sentinels bound to eternal duty.

But underground.

Underground a labyrinth sprawls. Smoothly rounded tunnels and passageways wind around each other and circle deep into the earth, darker than the darkest night one moment and brighter than dawn the next.

It is here, interred under the snow and the ruins of their ancient home, that the Starks have re-built their seat. Wrapped in the frigid deep of endless winter and the steamy heat of hidden hot springs, they hold the north as they ever have.

And they wait.

I don’t know what this is, but I want more of it.

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Google Street View Hyperlapse

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archatlas:

The Brain of A Designer Jody Brown

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what.

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It has been noted that for an architecture student, I sure don’t have much architecture on my blog.
Rather than rebloging architectural goodness for the past couple years I’ve just been hoarding it, but now is the time to give back.

So yeah, I’m just going to be jizzing architecture images all over the place for like the next month, or until I run out. Archspam engaged. You have been warned.

words—are—wind:

A study in non-verbal intimidation

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john-jennette-art:

HOUSES OF THE CROWNLANDS
Targaryen • Baratheon of King’s Landing • Baratheon of Dragonstone • Blackfyre • Blount • Thorne • Slynt • Rosby • Bywater • Velaryon • Celtigar • Bar Emmon • Rykker • Massey • Sunglass • Darklyn • Stokeworth • Brune • Hollard • Brynden Rivers • Aegor Rivers • Ser Duncan • Ser Bronn • Aerion Targaryen • Ser Lothor Brune • Lord Rossart • Kingsguard

I’m just going to leave this here, because heraldry is my secret weakness. Especially Song of Ice and Fire heraldry.

john-jennette-art:

HOUSES OF THE CROWNLANDS

Targaryen • Baratheon of King’s Landing • Baratheon of Dragonstone • Blackfyre • Blount • Thorne • Slynt • Rosby • Bywater • Velaryon • Celtigar • Bar Emmon • Rykker • Massey • Sunglass • Darklyn • Stokeworth • Brune • Hollard • Brynden Rivers • Aegor Rivers • Ser Duncan • Ser Bronn • Aerion Targaryen • Ser Lothor Brune • Lord Rossart • Kingsguard

I’m just going to leave this here, because heraldry is my secret weakness. Especially Song of Ice and Fire heraldry.

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cjwho:

Villa Méditerranée by Stefano Boeri Architetti

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