#Taliesin West

[noelanik-art]

“I don’t know why you bounced down through history to be with me right now, but I’m sure as hells glad you did.”

Orym and Laudna’s conversation had me in tears. This group is a mess. They’re so broken, so resigned, so devastated by everything that has happened. And yet they’re continuously finding strength in each other. Laudna sharing Ashton’s words to her with Orym, Orym grabbing Laudna’s hand and grasping it, grateful for the twist of fate that brought them together. They NEED to get back to their friends. They are angry, they are hurt, Ashton is in pain, even more than before. They are all pushing so hard and yet they feel they don’t have direction. But they have each other.

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[contemplatingoutlander]

CHIHULY STUDIO: Chihuly in the Desert, Desert Botanical Garden & Taliesin West

Chihuly returns to the Sonoran Desert with “Chihuly in the Desert”, a new exhibition set against majestic saguaros, landmark buildings, and striking Papago buttes. Presented at Desert Botanical Garden and Frank Lloyd Wright’s Taliesin West, the joint exhibition combines art, architecture to create an unparalleled experience.

Three of my favorite things: Dale Chihuly's glass art installations, Frank Lloyd Wright’s Taliesin West, and Phoenix's Desert Botanical Garden. It doesn't get much better than that.

#dale chihuly #chihuly in the desert #taliesin west #desert botanical garden #glass art installation #frank loyd wright #chihuly studio #architecture #phoenix arizona #Youtube #my gifs

[maddi--paige]

fire cannot kill a dragon

Taliesin West, Scottsdale, Arizona | April 16, 2024

#dragon #flame #scottsdale #arizona #az #phoenix #phx #travel #flw #frank lloyd wright #taliesin west

[rlsantucijr]

Frank Lloyd Wright's Taliesin West in Scottsdale, AZ. Taken November 26, 2010.

#taliesin west #frank lloyd wright

[mypotroastisruined]

#taliesin #Taliesin west #frank lloyd wright #arizona #scottsdale

[skjonsberg]

taliesin west, 1998_david dodge. piano; matthew skjonsberg, drums (image: john amarantides)

#taliesin west #john amarantides #david dodge #matthew.skjonsberg #improvisation #music

[danstiel]

The Road to Taliesin West

The Road to Taliesin West It was an honor to have had the privilege recently to join a group of exceptionally talented photographers led by architectural photographer Andrew Pielage and the team at the Frank Lloyd Wright Foundation to photograph Taliesin West, a UNESCO World Heritage site, over three days of intensive architectural photography workshops. This dash cam video was filmed while…

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#frank lloyd wright #saguaro #scottsdale #Sonoran Desert #taliesin west

[travelamazon]

Top 10 Things to Do in Scottsdale, Arizona

Top 10 Things to Do in Scottsdale, Arizona

Scottsdale offers many attractions for artists, families, common history buffs and couples. Scottsdale has something for everyone, from its Wild West attractions and desert trails to its commercial entertainment centres. Scottsdale is often associated with warm weather and golf, but there are other activities you can do in this city. Scottsdale is well-known for its vibrant arts scene and…

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#Desert Botanical Garden #Golf Courses #Taliesin West

[kenneturner]

Taliesin West

Taliesin West, Home of The Frank Lloyd Wright Foundation, Scottsdale, Arizona — Panorama by kenne “No house should ever be on a hill or on anything. It should be of the hill. Belonging to it. Hill and house should live together with each the happier for the other.” – Frank Lloyd Wright

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#Frank Lloyd Wright #Frank Lloyd Wright Foundation #Panorama #Quote #Scottsdale Arizona #Taliesin West

[wellthebardsdead]

Marigold: *saddling up his horse before glancing up as Taliesin gets up on neigh-omi* before I forget to ask, cowboy~ how tall are you?

Taliesin: hm… last I checked 6 feet and 7 inches. Why~?

Marigold: Oh no reason, but enough about the 6 feet I’m more interested in the 7 inches~

Kaidan: *falls off his horse*

#marigold dragonborn #kaidan skyrim #skyrim taliesin #marigold Mae West

[dlyarchitecture]

#Frank Lloyd Wright’s study at Taliesin West [oc]

[quicksilverdrabbles]

Somewhere in Winterhold

Taliesin: *holding his hands to his ears* Mmmnnnghhhhh.. It is far too cold to be wandering about like this.

Kaidan: Would you rather have caught a carriage with that sketchy Nord back in Windhelm? He'd probably have us listening to racist lectures for hours.

Lucien: *turning the map side to side* Uhm.. I think we may be lost.

Taliesin: We WHAT.

Lucien: According to the map, we were supposed to have passed Fort Kastav ages ago..

Inigo: ... Lucien?

Lucien: Yes?

Inigo: Fort Kastav was west of Windhelm. We went east in an attempt to follow the coast and avoid bandits.

Lucien: ... Ah.

Xelzaz: Great. So we're stuck in the middle of a blizzard with no idea where we are.

Kaidan: Do you have a waypoint scroll, starlight?

Morana: *shakes her head, shivering violently*

Styx: *whines, huddling close to Morana*

Gore: We should probably try and get out of the storm before anyone gets too cold.

Taliesin: We're well past that point, I would say.

Gore: Actually, you're covered in the most layers here. I was more worried about Morana.

Morana: I can manage.

Inigo: Your handwriting is shakier than a leaf in fall, my friend.

Kaidan: C'mere. *tucks Morana close to his chest, wrapping his cape around her protectively* Let's find shelter and start a fire.

Taliesin: Now hang on a moment! Let me under there!

Kaidan: What. No, you're too tall to fit.

Taliesin: Then I'll make myself fit! You're always stealing all the warmth with that heavy cape, it's rude not to share with the needy, Kaidan.

Kaidan: Needy is one word for you..

Taliesin: Hmph. *tugs on the opposite edge of Kaidan's cape, pulling it over his head and around his shoulders* Goodness, this is warm. I was trying to joke when I said you steal all the warmth, you know.

Kaidan: And now how do you expect us to move like this?

Taliesin: ... Oh.

Xelzaz: *sighs* I will go find us shelter.

Morana: *poking her head out from Kaidan's cape* Thank you.

#skyrim #tes #the elder scrolls #modded skyrim #dragonborn #ldb oc #kaidan skyrim #skyrim taliesin #lucien flavius #inigo skyrim #xelzaz skyrim #skyrim gore #Morana oc

[maddi--paige]

pls send me flowers

Taliesin West, Scottsdale, Arizona | April 16, 2024

#arizona #az #phoenix #mine #phx #travel #taliesin west

[franklloydwrightfan]

Taliesin triangles. #franklloydwright #architecture #architecturephotography #taliesinwest #scottsdale #arizona #franklloydwrightfoundation #flwsites #wrightsites #fllw #interiordesign #unescoworldheritagesite (at Taliesin West) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cqaa5fULyYp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[mypotroastisruined]

#Taliesin #Taliesin west #frank lloyd wright #arizona #scottsdale

[mykneeshurt]

Mister Morgan - Chapter 3

Arthur Morgan x F!reader

All warnings are on the title page

Chapter four

Ascending the steps to return to your tent you poked you head out of the heavy cellar doors, and heard the distant voices of the final watch changing over. All clear. You ran over to your tent and sat down on the cot, adrenaline still coursing through your body. You knew what you needed to do, there was a meadow close by which had California Poppies growing, and these were known for their sedative properties.

But how to get to them? It was still early morning, nowhere in Strawberry would be open yet, you kept yourself busy till mid-morning doing the usual chores around camp.

“Colm?” you asked standing outside his tent, “I need to go to Strawberry. I need more first aid supplies. I shouldn’t be too long.”

Colm opened the flap on his tent and poked his head out, he looked at you up and down, “fine, you got one hour. Any longer I’m sendin’ Tom out to find yah” he huffed before he returned into his tent.

Perfect. You didn’t need any supplies you had enough, but you hid some of them in case anyone went in your tent. You got ready to leave, before grabbing your satchel and volcanic pistol before placing your knife in your boot.

You strolled up to your horse Taliesin, a jet-black Shire horse, he was your fathers, the O’Driscolls letting you keep him was the only respectable thing they did. As you climbed onto your saddle Taliesin let out a huff and a whinny. “I know boy, it’s been a while since we been out. Let’s go.” You tapped the side of the magnificent beast with your heeled boots and set off to the meadow.

You let Taliesin go wild, letting him gallop to his heart’s content, he weaved in and out of trees on the dirt path before you. The summer air blew against your face, the midday sun shone on your back, you could smell the fresh grass, you felt … free.

Colm didn’t let you leave camp much, the last time you left would have easily been over three months ago. Easy to go stir crazy in camp. Just before the meadow there was a cliff you loved to visit looking over to West Elizabeth and the Upper Montana River. As you approached the cliff you pulled back on the reigns to bring Taliesin to a halt, you didn’t have too long to stop and take in the view, but a few minutes wouldn’t hurt.

You breathed in the fresh coast air, letting it fill your lungs completely. Were you really going to do this? What happened if it didn’t work? What if they caught you? What if they killed Arthur? He was your way out. You felt a sharp pain in your shoulder, a brutal reminder of your last escape attempt a year prior. A large scar covered your shoulder from where Colm drove a knife into it as punishment, from which you still hadn’t fully healed. Make no mistake though, you could still handle yourself if you needed too.

You clicked at Taliesin to continue onward to the meadow. He obliged whinnying as he thrusted into a full gallop. You let out a giggle, for a huge work horse he didn’t half think he was a racehorse.

When you got to the meadow you let the gigantic Shire horse graze as you picked the poppies, one full flower for each of the bastards should be enough to knock them out for a few hours while you escaped. One, two, three, four … you kept picking until you had enough, twelve should be fine you thought to yourself, you were going to drug their evening meal and wait till they were sleeping to make your exit. Sitting on the fresh summer grass letting the heat take you.

Your mind drifted back to the way Arthur looked at you, the way he blushed when you caught him looking, how soft his skin was. You sighed. You were engaged once, to a local blacksmith, he was a good man, boring, but a good man. Albert was his name. Sadly, he was killed when he was caught in the middle of a brawl in the Valentine Saloon, he tried dispersing a fight but ended up getting shot in the process.

You longed to have a connection with someone, the O’Driscoll boys treated you like a piece of meat, making comments and whistling at you as you completed chores. Colm too, he arguably treated you the worst, the beatings, the unwanted kissing, you felt like you were on constant eggshells around him.

Being in that emotional turmoil was exhausting, your mind flashed back to when he forced himself upon you, the shame and guilt you felt afterwards. You knew it wasn’t your fault, but it didn’t help those feelings consuming you. You wiped a solitary tear from your face, you had a plan, a plan to get away from them. To get away from him.

As you approached camp you smoothed Taliesin “we’ll get out of here tonight boy, I promise. You’re coming with me.” You hitched him to the post and made sure to have some bottles and bandages in your hand to quash any doubts the gang had about your whereabouts. Running to your tent you put the bottles back in their places and hid the flowers in some folded up clothes. You usually had a small amount of free time in the afternoon which you usually spent re-reading some of the books you’ve managed to find or sewing your clothes. Today you used it wisely and packed some clothes into a small cloth bag ready to tie on Taliesin, you made a few inconspicuous trips to fill your saddle bags with medicine and spare ammo just in case.

“Colm? I’m just going down to see if Arthur’s bandages need changing. I’ll be right back up.” Colm was in the main tent planning their next move, “Fine, Daniel go stand at the top, make sure no funny business is goin’ on.” Shit. This wasn’t ideal you thought, but you didn’t need long.

Daniel opened the cellar doors and light filled the damp musty room, Arthur was still tied to the chair, he squinted up at the stairs, the sunlight bouncing off every detail on his face. “Make it quick” Daniel ordered. You threw him a look and walked down the steps.

“I’m just coming to look at your wound Arthur” you said loudly making sure Daniel heard you. You set your bottles and bandages on the side and walked over to him, as you touched his shoulder a spark of electricity flowed through you. Did he feel it too? You looked over to him shyly smiling behind the strands of hair that framed your face.

When you removed the bandage he winced and grimaced in pain, the skin looked good, it was pink and healthy nothing to worry about. You threw some vodka over your hands before soaking a rag to clean the wound, “brace yourself” you warned. He smiled and braced himself. You used this opportunity to get close to him, you brought your face inches from his ear and whispered, “we’re getting out tonight, I’ll come and get you.”

Just as you finished the sentence you pressed the vodka-soaked rag on his skin, he let out a moan as he looked up at you, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours. You’re pretty sure your heart skipped a beat. “I’ll be ready, thank you darlin’” Arthur whispered with a wink. You quickly bandaged up his shoulder and gathered your items before leaving, smiling of your shoulder before you left.

The next few hours you spent busying yourself making the stew, cutting up the vegetables, game meat, adding herbs and most importantly adding the poppies (not before you put your own serving aside). Night fell quickly, the O’Driscolls lined up to get the stew from you, dishing it out with the fakest smile you could muster plastered over your face.

The last one to get any was Tom, “looks funny to me, sure you ain put nothin’ in it?” he asked. You looked at Tom straight in the face “just some new spices I saw in Strawberry Tom, couldn’t wait to try it out” you reply. He scowled at you as he walked away, out of all the gang Tom distrusted you the most. Thought you were a waste of space. You collected the dishes and washed them patiently waiting for them to fall into a slumber. One by one they succumbed to the Poppy’s will, unable to keep their eyes open. This was it.

Scurrying round the camp you double checked they were all knocked out. You flung open the cellar doors and sprinted down the steps two at a time. You looked at Arthur with a twinkle in your eye “let’s go cowboy” you said filled with excitement.

As you walked around the chair you pulled your knife from your boot and sliced the ropes that bound his wrists and ankles. “Damn girl” he sounded surprised you managed to pull this off. You grabbed his hand and pulled him up the stairs, when you set foot on the top step you were tackled to the floor, the breath knocked out of you.

“You bitch! I knew you were up to somethin’! I’ll fucking kill you!” a voice screamed in your face. As you pulled your head up off the floor the moon light illuminated your assailant. Tom. That fat necked fuck, of course it was him. Arthur charged out of the cellar and took him to the floor in an almighty thud, Tom managed to get a lucky punch in Arthur’s stomach which winded him, his sights set back on you he darted over to you and used all his bodyweight to slam you into the floor. Arthur yelled at the top of his voice, unsure if you were conscious.

The two of you thrashed around on the floor, but you managed to get on top, pinning his shoulders into the floor incapacitating him. “I’m gonna make sure this hurts Tom, I’m gonna make you beg me for your pathetic life. I’m gonna enjoy this.” You snatched the knife from your boot and slowly pushed it into his heart, enjoying the resistance you felt, you drove it deeper and deeper. Gurgling sounds escaped his throat “shhh” you cooed at him “give in Tom.” You pushed the knife deeper and deeper, the life slowly drained from his eyes until there was silence.

You felt Arthurs presence behind you. He put his arm on your back “are you alright darlin’?” Guiding you up he turned you to look at him, your face and neck covered in thick deep red blood. You locked eyes with him, a smirk broke out across your lips “I’m fine Arthur. Shall we?”

You led him to Taliesin and he helped you up into the saddle, not that you needed it. He sat behind you and placed his hands around your waist, you felt his firm chest pressing against your back. His beating heart thumped against you. Clicking at your horse he started to move, “lead the way Arthur” you said quietly. His hands pulled you in tight to him, “that way.”

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Is this actually any good? 😂😭 I can’t believe I wrote this Jan 2021

#rdr2 #rdr fanfiction #rdr2 arthur #arthur morgan #arthur morgan rdr2 #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption arthur