This is what hieroglyphs and figures in ancient Egyptian temples looked like before their colors faded. They were recreated using a polychromatic light display at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, following thorough research.
If this is your kind of thing, new zealand has the world’s first life sized re-creation of an Egyptian temple for an idea of how it would have looked back then
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i feel like the photos didn’t do the size justice
from my knowledge of ancient egypt, this looks to be an imagined replica of one of the outdoor temples of akhenaten and nefertiti, intended on worshipping the god aten, as akhenaten was attempting to instill a sort of monotheism with the sun disc god the one true god above all. some of the heiroglyphs even seem to depict the building process of the temple itself.
Guys if you want queer shit written by queers on our own terms you’re going to have to start seeking out weird independent media. I’m sorry that’s the only place you can regularly find it idk what to tell you, we can’t keep acting like there’s nothing if we’re not getting blockbusters and triple A titles or whatever it is we’re waiting around for. The thing you keep saying you want is already being offered for free by one person making a passion project on the internet and you would both benefit enormously if you interacted with it instead of lamenting that the only options we have for representation are pandering afterthoughts from corporate shit
I say this with so, so much care: Real queer shit written by real queers can and will sometimes make you uncomfortable. That’s one of the defining features of weird, independent queer media. And weird independent media more broadly. Art that comes from true individual passion and authenticity has edges and bite to it that mass market corporate products intentionally do not. Has a rawness that can offend.
You are allowed to feel uncomfortable about it. But don’t ask for queers to self censor for your comfort.
incredibly, the architect behind both the building that melts cars in london and the building that burns people in las vegas foresaw this exact problem happening for BOTH buildings, did not do anything to prevent it, and describes the effect as “phenomenal”. King
i looked up pics of people cooking eggs in the building’s reflection and
this is like a renaissance painting
I am very endeared by humanity’s tendency to check if it’s truly hot somewhere by attempting to cook an egg
I can clearly remember the moment I first realised my mother and I were living on completely different planes of existence. I was 7 years old and I came home from my school’s first track and field day having placed second or third in every event. the teachers had been making jokes all afternoon about how many times they had to call my name. my friends thought I was cool as shit. my enemies thought I was cool as shit too, come to think of it. I was proud as hell. so I get home with the entire front of my shirt covered in ribbons like I was a military dictator who’d awarded himself every medal, I walk into the kitchen and tell my mum all about my day, and she goes “oh, that must be disappointing not getting any firsts.” and I’m like no?? first of all the first place ribbons are red and I don’t like red. second of all look at me. there’s literally nowhere left on my body for accolades. I am fucking Jacked of All Trades. how could this possibly be a disappointment.
every ad: hey, im a candid, friendly, conventionally attractive young adult. money is hard right now! have you heard of gambling?
i remember getting on a bus that went to poorer areas of my city (as opposed to my regular bus, that goes through more well-off areas) and the ads changed from ‘go to our university! buy a house!’ to 'treat your depression! start gambling!’
the thing about fruit flies is that in the abstract, they live peaceful and irreproachable lives nibbling on overripe fruit and its attending microbes, but practically speaking they awaken some sort of primordial rage within me. Get off my bananas you little fucks
“I don’t write my draft before I start writing, I simply write, and then if I don’t like it, I edit it, and when I say I’m done, I UPLOAD IT. I AM NOT WRITING THAT SHIT AGAIN.”
