Glaucus atlanticus is a species of small blue sea slugs. These sea slugs are pelagic: with the aid of a gas-filled sac in its stomach they are able to float upside down on the surface tension of the water, where they are carried along by the winds and ocean currents. They are found in temperate and tropical waters such as South Africa, European waters, the east coast of Australia and Mozambique.

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Dian Fossey loved gorillas so much, she dedicated her life to the study and preservation of them. In 1966 she went to live in the African jungle in order to get close to them, learn their behaviors and befriend them, while fighting off poachers who hunted them. She published articles to gain attention and support for gorilla conservation. In 1985, when she was 54 years old, Dian was found murdered in her jungle cabin. The mystery of her death was never fully resolved.

I’ve been toying with the idea of putting a St Francis statue in my garden this summer, so I’ve been keeping an eye out at estate sales.. of course I’ve seen some but none that really catch my eye. Then I had a brilliant idea the other day…. I want a Robert Collett statue in my garden. A statue replicating the photo of him feeding birds. How can I make this happen? hmmm……

Robert Collett (Dec. 2, 1842 - Jan 27, 1913) was a Norwegian zoologist. He worked with vertebrates, primarily fishes. From 1864 he was curator at the Zoological Museum in Oslo. In 1882 he became its director and from 1884 was a professor there. He described many new species of fish, spiders and other organisms. ~ Wikipedia

prompt by the gorgeous hello-im-stuck-in-oblivion: Wizard Dean, Muggle Castiel? read it here on AO3 (recommended if you’re on mobile)

The sun was reaching its hot, bright zenith as Cas emerged from his new house, making him squint myopically as he surveyed the boxes left to be brought in. He sighed; it was going to be a long afternoon. He bent down to read the labels on the crates, deciding which ones to bring in first.

“Can I give you a hand, there?” said a low, warm voice. Cas jumped and looked up, half-blinded by the sun but able to make out the silhouette of someone standing above him. “I’m Dean,” the person said. “You must be my new neighbour.”

Cas straightened, shielding his eyes with one hand; able to see Dean properly, he felt suddenly all-too-aware of his raggedy t-shirt, scruffy old jeans and light sheen of sweat on his forehead. Dean was tall and handsome – Cas wondered if he’d ever used that word correctly until now, because it probably shouldn’t be applied to anyone without stunningly green eyes and full, softly smiling lips.

“Can I help you take these in?” Dean asked, his eyebrows raising in slight amusement at Cas’ prolonged silence.

“Oh,” Cas started, looking down at the boxes around him to hide his slight blush. He should reject the offer straight away, of course – socialising never went all that well for him – but Dean was watching him with a light, cheerful expectation in his eyes. And he had freckles on his nose, and dusted across his slightly sunburned cheeks. Cas swallowed. “Well, that would be very helpful. As long as it’s no imposition?”

“Absolutely not,” Dean said, relaxed and smiling.

“Well, then… thank you, Dean,” Cas said hesitantly, bending to pick up the heaviest box, so that Dean wouldn’t have to take it. “If you could follow me?” He turned away for a moment to check that his front door hadn’t swung closed; he thought he heard Dean mutter something, and when he looked back, Dean had four boxes stacked one on top of the other, holding them easily in his arms.

“What?” Dean asked with a grin, noticing Cas’ stare.

“It – it’s just…” the labels on a couple of the boxes caught Cas’ eye: crockery. That meant his full dinner service was in there. “Are you sure you can manage all of those?”

“Sure,” Dean replied, shifting the lowest box in the stack so that it rested comfortably on his hip. “No problem. Shall we?”

Cas snapped his mouth shut and started to follow Dean up his garden path. Dean didn’t seem to be staggering at all; perhaps Cas had mislabelled the boxes? There was no way Dean was carrying that amount of weight and practically bouncing up the steps to the porch. He jumped the last one, turning back to Cas with a grin.

“Show-off,” Cas said.

“It’s only showing off if you’re impressed,” Dean replied, raising his eyebrows and smirking.

“Then it’s not showing off,” said Cas, deadpan, but with a small twinkle in his eye. Dean’s smile widened. “Put those ones in the kitchen, will you? It’s down the corridor, second on the left. I’ll just put this one upstairs in the bedroom.”

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