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Unlike seals, whales, and other such marine mammals, sea otters do not have blubber (a thick layer of subcutaneous fat) to keep themselves warm in cold ocean waters.  Instead, sea otters are insulated by a remarkable coat of fur.  At 150,000 strands of hair for each square centimeter of skin, the sea otter’s fur is the densest of any animal in the world, and keeps cold water from even touching the animal’s skin.  The fur must be kept scrupulously clean in order to retain its insulating properties, and so sea otters spend a great deal of their time grooming and washing.  Their skin is so loose that the otter can easily reach and groom every square inch of its body.  The fur will also trap air bubbles between the outer “guard” layer and the undercoat, which not only helps keep the otter warm but will aid in buoyancy.  In fact, a newborn sea otter’s fur will retain so much air that, after careful grooming by its mother, the baby literally cannot sink; it bobs in the water like a cork.

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Watch The Grand Canyon Get Engulfed By A Thick Fog

In a beautiful time-lapse video recently released by the two photographers behind Skyglow project, a book and video series exploring the effects of light pollution, we see a fog roll into the Grand Canyon like an ocean wave and the Colorado River disappear.

It’s called a full cloud inversion and is caused by cold air trapped inside the canyon being covered by a layer of warm air. The weather phenomenon is so rare that it took years to capture the footage.

In an interview with BuzzFeed News, Harun Mehmedinovic explained how the project came together and the explosive final frame of the video.

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a waterfall of mist flowing over golden cliffs of west bay in dorset. noted the videographer, “when i walked on to the beach i couldn’t see anything because of the fog. i could barely see the top of the cliffs. i sent up my drone well above the cliffs to see what was happening and i could see the fog just flowing over the cliffs like a waterfall. 

normally, hot air will cool as it rises, but the opposite can sometimes occur in what is known as temperature inversion, where hot air high up acts as a seal to keep cold air and fog trapped below, creating the scene of a river of fog seeming to flow into the sea below. (x)

For anyone who doesn’t know, the technique that Alex used by turning her pants into a life jacket is a real technique taught to the US Marines for surviving at sea without a floatation device!! I was actually super impressed to see a real legitimate survival approach for alex staying alive in that tank of water.

For those wondering how it works, the steps for when treading water with no rescue expected for a little while are:
1. Take off your pants. The thicker the material, the better. Jeans work really well.
2. Zip or button up the pants if applicable.
3. Tie the bottoms of the legs together in a knot.
4. Grab the pants by the waist and hold the waist open.
5. Put your hands and the pants behind your head and then swing them forward, letting air fill the pant legs through the waist-hole, and bring your hands under the water, still holding the waist. This is to trap air in the pants itself. Do this multiple times to maximize the amount of air in the legs.
6. Once you feel you have enough air, put your head through the legs so that the knot you made is on the back of your neck.
7. Hold the waist closed with one hand while using the other to signal/wave and keep the pant legs wet so they retain air.
8. Air will inevitably escape from your pants, but when that happens you can just take them off and repeat steps 4-7.

As you could see in the episode, it actually can save your life if you’re in open water, as treading water can be extremely tiring. This technique will conserve your energy so you can last as long as needed before you’re rescued. Hope this is interesting/helpful!!!

anonymous asked:

what if MC have met Seven before, but he was on a mission doing crossdressing? love eveything you write, babe <3

Countdown to the Cake : 9


The Lipstick

707xMC

Fluff

Ugh… these heels are killing him! Seven stretches his legs a little in the bathroom of the club, moving his toes to give them a little air after being trapped inside this shoe for almost 3 hours now. How do girls handle this?

To be honest, he didn’t really need to wear heels, maybe not even a dress. Who knows? Maybe his target would like a tomboy girl? Who happens to be a boy? And this boy happens to be a secret gent ready to seduce the guy in order to get some information about that new government project? Yeah, the outfit wasn’t really important, but… he looked so damn fine on it.

He checks himself in the mirror once more, running his fingers through the silky hair of the brunette wig. Hum, maybe it’s time to touch up this lipstick.

You walk into the bathroom. You were almost scared that douchy guy would follow you even inside the ladies’ bathroom, but he didn’t. At least he wasn’t that douchy, but still… he held your arm before you entered. You made such an effort to get rid of him you ended up losing a little of your balance and bumped in this girl.

“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry! I…” you look at her, she’s… beautiful, even with her lipstick all smudged, probably by you when you accidentally pushed her.

“It’s fine.” It wasn’t fine, he couldn’t waste time cleaning himself, time was running, his boss expected that information in 2 hours, tops.

“Oh, look at you, I… here, let me help you.” You picked some wipes of your purse.

“Why do you carry wipes with you?” is his voice high enough?

“Hm? Oh, these are to keep my face dry. I have super oily skin!” do you? It looks really fine to him, especially looking this close…

“Well, they say people with oily skin have fewer wrinkles.”

“Oh, with this much oil I’ll look in my 20s till I’m 80!” you two laugh, he was good at girl talking!

He feels a little shiver going down his legs when your wipe reaches his lower lip, your nails brushing lightly to his chin. Whoa, your focused eyes are really beautiful… and your mouth… looks really beautiful with this pink lipstick, it’s a nice color that goes great with your skin tone. Who cares it’s oily? It looks so smooth…

“Done!” you say, crumbling the wipe and throwing in the trash can. “You can put your lipstick again, I won’t bump into you anymore!”

“Can… can you help me? I think I’m a little tipsy…” he giggles. “Shouldn’t have drank all those margaritas.”

“Ugh, been there, girl. Once I mixed mojitos with vodka and woke up in the public library’s bathroom!” you laugh, maybe you are the one a little tipsy here? If he leans a little closer, maybe he can smell some alcohol… no, but he can’t do that, you are already too close!

He hands you his lipstick and you carefully contour the borders. Another shiver as he stares at your eyes. So, so beautiful…

You grab his chin to hold him in place, he feels an electric wave dancing through his whole body. What’s wrong with him?

“Here you go, honey.” You touch his arm and bring him to the mirror, he can’t help smiling, it looks better than if he did himself.

“It looks so good, thank you… honey.”

“You’re welcome! I gotta say, this color is amazing! Where did you get?”

“Oh, I got in one of my trips to Thailand, they have really cool make up products, there’s also this nail polish brand that…” why can’t he shut up? Is it because you’re looking at him with so much attention? Or is it because for the very first time he wants to be heard? “Anyway, I… I… like lipsticks that accentuate my eye color…”

“Oh yeah, your eyes are beautiful…” what are you saying? Your eyes are beautiful! You are beautiful! And so nice… and funny… and sweet… gahhh! His phone! It’s vibrating, indicating it’s time to move!

“I… gotta go! My… boyfriend is waiting for me…what about yours?” uh, Seven! So smooth, trying to find if you’re taken… even though he can’t do nothing with this information.

“Ugh… that guy outside? No, he’s not my boyfriend! We dated for a while, but now he won’t leave me alone! Guys… they always say we get attached too easy, but when you say you just want a fling, they immediately turn into this clingy mess! I can’t stand!”

“Yeah, men are… psss, the worst! Good for you trying to get flings, though.”

“Well, you never know, maybe I’ll have flings for the rest of my life, or maybe I’ll fall in love for one of them, or… I don’t know, maybe I can bump into my soulmate in some random place… it’s cool, right? The way life and people can surprise you?”

“Yes, it really is…” uh oh, his voice was a little low now, almost like he forgot his character because his truly self agreed to you. You giggle as you stare at his face.

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m a little drunk too. Go get your man, girl!”

“Yes, I’m going… nice to meet you!”

“You too!” as he opens the door, you notice he left his lipstick with you. “Hey, uhm… your lipstick!”

“Keep it! It will look better on you.” He blows a kiss in the air for you and leaves.

Was she hitting on you? Well, you’re flattered, she’s really nice and cute.

Seven feels his heartbeat almost in his throat, what was that? How is it possible feeling so embarrassed, yet so comfortable around someone? He felt cold and hot at the same time,

And though it’s time to keep it serious and go after that guy, he can’t stop smiling as he remembers your voice, your eyes, your sweet smile, and your words… if only he could have caught a name…

No! What is he thinking? He wouldn’t be able to do anything, just imagine if his boss finds out he interacted with someone during one of his undercover missions, if they found out your name too and went after you… someone so innocent and nice…

Your words… “it’s cool, right? The way life and people can surprise you.” You probably didn’t even know you were talking about yourself, the brightest surprise he had in…years? And this was about him as well, if you found out the girl in the bathroom was a depressive secret agent, what would you do?

Yeah… it would be a surprise, but not the good kind. So it’s time to reset, agent 707, forget that girl… he probably will never see you again, anyway…


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| Properly | Sebastian Michaelis

Prompt: “Then do it properly.”


“Sebastian…!”

You whisper-shouted as you walked through the Phantomhive estate. Your footsteps echoed in the hallway, resonating loudly through the still air. There was a candle lit in your hand, dripping steadily onto the saucer beneath it, flickering onto your face and casting shadows that made you jump at everything.

“Oh come on…” You whispered. “Where are you?”

Sebastian Michaelis, a.k.a extremely capable butler that you swear isn’t human, had told you to stay up a bit after everyone went to bed. It was “something the young master wanted you two to do” apparently.

Ciel could be a real pain in your butt sometimes.

“I could be in my nice, warm bed right now but no,” You muttered irritably, holding the cloth around your shoulders closer to your shivering form. It was dark, and besides the faint pounding of rain upon the earth outside, deadly silent.

It felt odd being up at this time. No crashing of plates by Mey-rin and her loud apologies. No explosions being caused by Bard, no childish wailing from Finnian or chuckles from the old man.

It was just….quiet.

It made you realize just how lonely these empty halls were.

You bit your lip, eyebrows furrowing. Where in the world was Sebastian? You’d checked every room in the establishment - except the young master’s of course - and you hadn’t found not a glimpse of raven hair. This was really not the time for any of his games.

A groan left your lips. You’d checked literally everywhere-

You paused.

Change that thought. Almost everywhere.

You headed towards your knew destination, turning the corner into the one room you had forgotten. The kitchen. Tiptoeing inside, you let out a puff when you finally caught sight of your target, his figure seated in one of the chairs by a table.

“Seba-” You started before cutting yourself off. At first you thought he hadn’t seen you (which you really shouldn’t have considered by how impossible he was) but now that you were closer you saw that he was sleeping.

Did he fall asleep…waiting on me? You thought, eyes widening. The mess of papers on the table caught your attention and your tongue clicked against your teeth in annoyance.

“Really?” You muttered, placing the candle down a bit away from the papers. With as much grace as you had, you shuffled them together and began arranging them in a more orderly fashion. Glancing over them, you saw that information regarding the case Ciel was solving was written, stamped, collectively almost splattered across every page. This must’ve been what he wanted you and Sebastian to discuss.

“Why didn’t he just do it?” You muttered but then shook your head out of it. Did you really just think that about the young master? Jeez, you needed to keep a leash on that temper.

At what time you had finally finished the job you weren’t quite sure, but the candle had been reduced to half it’s size so it must have been a good while.

“I got lost in categorizing them,” You mused. You had lost track of time even. “Well, guess I’m done here.”

You lifted your head, turning to look at the butler once more.

And you forgot how to breathe.

While fixing the stack, you had been progressively moving down the table, and closer to Sebastian on the way. Now your face was dangerously close to his.

You felt your cheeks heating up as you bit your lip again. He was asleep right? So he wouldn’t mind if you did some looking…

You almost slapped yourself at the naughty thoughts but couldn’t resist raking your eyes across his features.

His eyes were closed, dark, long eyelashes brushing onto the flawless porcelain skin of his cheeks. He had one fist loosely below his cheek, elbow bent onto the table as his face rested on his hand. He must have fallen asleep sitting upright, because that’s how he was seated right then and there.

You felt your heart pick up the pace a bit as you moved closer.

It suddenly struck you that you’d never seen Sebastian sleep before. Ever.

You’d seen all the others at times, maybe naps, definitely Ciel sleeping when you alternated with Sebastian to wake him up.

But never Sebastian.

He looked…different in his sleep.

(He was sleeping….right?)

You’d never seen him like this. You’d only ever seen his punishing glare when scolding you all when you didn’t do your jobs right. Or his comical composed, angry expression. At other moments, he would have a completely nonchalant mask, not letting anyone see what he was thinking. Even rarer were the smirks he would give when either something went his way, he was being a show off, or if something amused him.

But at the current moment, his face was completely relaxed into a…he was….

“Peaceful,” you finally found the word. He looked peaceful.

You found yourself creeping even closer until your face was just above his. Your eyes switched from admiring his handsome features to trail down to his lips. You absentmindedly licked your own lips.

Would it be wrong? He would never know….

At that thought the urge to kiss him became overbearing and you let your lips hover over his till you could feel the invisible pressure between them. You shut your eyes, flesh barely brushing against his-

You opened them.

“I can’t,” You whispered so quietly it was really a breath, half telling yourself off, half needing to hear it so that you’d stop.

You backed away, sighing. You gave one last look at the tormentor of your emotions before fully lifting your head.

And a hand enclosed around your wrist.

You jerked, heart leaping into your throat as your eyes snapped to Sebastian.

Crimson.

Blood red orbs captured your every thought. His invigorating eyes were now open and were staring deep into you, as if he could see through to your very soul. You felt your mouth go dry.

He wasn’t speaking but he didn’t even need to. His eyes spoke for themselves, smouldering and bright in the candle light, shadows flickering across his face. He tilted his head slowly while observing you, as if you were a panicking animal that was intriguing him.

Then again, you were indeed shaking.

“S-Sebastian,” You finally managed to say. The curiousity in his gaze increased, almost crushing you. When it was clear you weren’t going to say much else, face aflame, mouth flapping, he shifted.

And chuckled.

The deep sound rolled off his tongue, vibrating intensely within you, setting your nerves on fire.

“Miss Y/N…” The words rumbled through his chest to and the air, trapping you in that close eyed smile of his. His tone was as polite and deep as ever, something about his voice entrancing whoever heard it -  charismatic, tempting. Something that purposefully lured them in.

Almost sinful.

You couldn’t even respond. You fought against your body, wanting to say something, anything. What kind of damsel in distress were you being at the moment?!

“S-Sebastian, if you could please let me go,” You started, almost convincingly if not for your stutter. You tried to steady yourself, both you and he knowing you were trying to get away from the topic. “We need to get to the work the young master aske-”

“Y/N…” He repeated and a warm rush flooded your stomach. Without the respectful title at the front, without the ‘Miss’ that was required with women in these days it sounded weird. Closer. Scandalous.

And you loved it.

His thumb stroked the underneath of your wrist slowly, as if calming a cat. Your whole body shuddered at the contact quite obviously.

You swore you saw a flash of pink in his eyes at your shiver.

The crimson eyes narrowed teasingly as he lifted your hand to brush along the lips you had been almost about to claim as yours mere moments ago. You basically exploded.

“Sebastian!” You screeched, shushing yourself for the sake of the sleeping individuals in the house. “W-what a-are y-you-”

“If you’re going to kiss me,” He continued as if you’d never spoken. You felt your heart knocking against your ribcage in utter embarrassment. You shut your eyes from his amused glare, too humiliated to witness it anymore.

The cold and smooth touch of his glove interrupted you from your inner monologue of how you were going to die. It glided along your cheek before his fingers pressed behind your neck, cupping. Your eyes shot open in surprise.

A smirk lifted his lips, tufts of black hair brushing into his luminescent orbs as his fingers traced some kind of symbol on your neck - something intricate, claiming you as his.

Then do it properly.

A fluid movement and his mouth covered yours.

Punjabi is the language of my heart

But not the language of my mouth

English has subjugated my thoughts

Blood flow has been cut off from my mouth

Stealing life from my words

Removing song from my voice

Rejecting messages meant for my ears

I run my tongue, twisted, constricted, along the bruises that never healed

The deformed palate that was molded and hardened to withstand English

And does not know how to bend for a language less brutal

Punjabi cuts my tongue as she makes a home inside my mouth

She cries as the remnants of English seep into those wounds, burning, distorting and staining the sounds as they nestle within my vocal cords

She fears there is no more strength left to evict this foreign invader

She forces a place among the landscape, tries to clear the wreckage

That traps air in my throat, softens vowels, blocks nasalized consonants

As she struggles to demand space from the language that seeks only to subdue

She wonders if my mind, my speech will one day be the same Punjabi she knows

Punjabi stares at the scars caused by her reclamation

And I beg her to forgive me for how ghastly they sound

—  Simranveer Ahuja Kaur