#The Rookery

[galina]

I love the idea of secret rooms and hidden spaces, so I instantly fell in love with this bathroom neatly tucked between two built-in wardrobes in our hotel room

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

... spiral ...

Rookery Building, Chicago

[lovingseance]

At The Rookery in Chicago

[kodachrome-net]

The Rookery, October 2016

[rabbitcruiser]

The 108-story Willis (Sears) Tower in Chicago was topped out at 1,451 feet (442.1 m) as the world’s tallest building on May 3, 1973 (till 1998).

[asktellius]

PRESERVE THEIR INNOCENCE!!!

[rookwritesrarely]

Blood and Dust

Blood and dust. Again and again, blood and goddamned dust. Don't think about the blood, focus on the dust. Don't think about how there was a time when you didn't even know what blood was, focus on the smell of gunpowder smoke. Forget why they call you Old Red-hands. Forget that you were proud of it once. Forget that before that you couldn't even understand what it was you were really doing. Focus on the movement. Focus on each moving part of yourself, every shard of glass and mote of ash. Focus on the mission. Forget about why you are here. Forget, forget, forget. Movement. Arcs of silver and shining stygian, followed by a mirror of crimson. Remember only what you are, remember glass and ash and smoke and soft silver light and silence. 

Silence. The silence is deafening. Forget the silence. But you are silence. Forget the blood. But there is too much blood to forget. Then forget everything but the blood and silence. No… There are too many things that you need to remember. How beautiful his song and his voice is. The bright joy of her laughter at your unfunny joke. Her piercing eyes and her understanding. His bravery and his kindness. 

How he taught you to create. How he showed you how the rest fit so perfectly against your chin and your collarbone. How the bow moved so naturally against the strings. How he smiled and laughed and clapped and brought more to listen to your music. How he showed you what it meant to be happy. How the arc of his blood shone in the sun as the bullet flew through his temple. How heavy he felt in your arms as the medics tried and failed to take him from you. How he taught you what a life lost truly meant. 

You stand in the middle of a concrete hallway, surrounded by lost lives, remembering everything. You remember what you are here to do, who is following on your heels, what they will do to you if they find you lacking. And so you start moving again, because you remember that even though you were not always so, you too are a life to be lost. You push forward because you remember those left behind, because many, far too many, never met remembrance, and so the duty to remember falls to you. You will face the blood and the dust because against your will you were given a life to be lost and you have clawed, with bloody and torn fingers, from the silence you once were, the chance to save some lives that otherwise would have been lost. And because no one should be forgotten. Blood and goddamned dust, again and again. Blood and dust.

[insidecroydon]

The Rookery Christmas Market, Streatham Common, Dec 10

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[ephemeralscan]

oak street beach club, the rookery, 12 e. division

[felassan]

Erika Ishii: "ROOKS" [source]

Alex Jordan: "For anyone curious... we do have a name for ourselves. It's our group chat name. We are The Rookery." [source]

Alex Jordan on Tiktok [source]

[rooklinqs]

A creature, if you even care...

[reverintherevery]

COLE AND NYA FANS HOW ARE WE FEELING!????

had to throw this together because UGH! Yes I am jumping headfirst, I am putting the clown make up, my wig is ON. The Formling and the serpentine are Cole’s kids and he has to present them to his bestie.

in the meantime I am calling them Rocky and Junior, for the formling and the serpentine. Idk what gender they are, so if the serpentine is a girl they would be Lily Junior, if guy then Cole jr.

EDIT: WE KNOW THEIR NAMES THE KIDS ARE FIRTZ AND SPITZ!!!

UGH PART TWO LOOKS LIKE IS GOING TO BE GREAT!

[fanficmaniatic]

HEAR ME OUT.

What if that was Geo? What if they used to be friends? And then Geo scaped the dungeons and Vania simply though he was imaginary, thus forgetting about him?

It would make sense that Geo would not spend a lot of time with other Munce since he was pretty much treated like an outcast, so imagine baby Geo finding and making friends with an even babier Vania. Also, both of them doing art together (Since Vania did the Ninja cardboard, so she prolly likes art).

Anyways, Geo spending time with baby Vania and thinking of her as a little sister. Done? Got it? Great. Now imagine Cole telling him about Vania and his heart breaking about being remembered only as an Imaginary friend. You are welcome.

[amani-outrider]

i love that if you die in a follower dungeon, everyone leaves the dungeon group, making them all look incredibly toxic

[rabbitcruiser]

Doors, Gates and Windows (No. 72)

Carson, Pirie, Scott and Company Building, Chicago (two pics)

Monadnock Building, Chicago (two pics)

Chicago Board of Trade Building (two pics)

190 South LaSalle, Chicago

Rookery Building, Chicago (three pics)

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Emperor penguin (Aptenodytes forsteri) chick peers out from parent bird's brood pouch, Halley Bay rookery, Brunt Ice Shelf, Antarctica, August.

Photographer: Doug Allan