caves area

i was thinking about the weirdest phone calls i got when i still worked at the public library and i remembered this one phone call. it was probably less than 20 seconds long, but it still makes me laugh.

anyways, this woman called and without even saying hello after i said the usual “public library, how can i help you?” spiel, she said, “i have a very important question: when you shelve books, do you push them all to the front of the shelf or all the way back?”

it took me a second to process the question and then i answered that, at the library, we always shelve them so that they are even with the front edge so they’re easier to grab and see. she was obviously delighted by this answer and then, as if an afterthought, she asked, “okay, what about you? what do you do at home with your books?” i said i did the same thing. she hummed in obvious agreement and then just like that she said “thank you!” and hung up.

i never heard from her again. i hope she won whatever argument she was having.

Unexpected, a small Shangst Fic

Enough softness, lets have some angst again shall we?
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Shiro felt numb. They’d won the battle. But they’d lost something far more precious.

Sparkling blue eyes filled with joking laughter, a bright grin that never faltered. Slim fingers attached to waving hands that emphasized his speech, soft tan skin that was cared for almost religiously, fluffy chocolate brown hair that felt silky to the touch. Lanky legs that could both kick you across the room yet run to your aid in a flash, steady arms that could cut through ocean waves easily.

All gone, vanished beneath cold crushing rocks from a cave in during a rescue mission. The team and the target got out.

Lance didn’t.

Shiro merely stared at the black helmet in his hands, trying to figure out where he’d gone wrong. Where had the plan failed? The ambush, the Galra warship, the troops attacking, Lance shouting for them to run and get to the Lions, the screaming former prisoner, the sharp pain in his leg, the sound as the cave buckled in on itself.

The realization that Lance wasn’t next to them once they’d reached the Castle.

Pidge was currently inconsolable, sobbing into Hunk’s chest as the on screen vital from Lance’s suit displayed an unwavering line across the holoscreen. Keith had left, presumably to destroy a few Gladiator bots in his grief and anger at losing a brother.

Shiro noted the scraped and scratched parts of his gloves. Oh, that’s right, he’d tried to dig Lance out. He’d run all the way back and tried to claw away the suffocating dirt and rubble that his boyfriend was currently lying under.

He swallowed thickly and felt the rough pain in throat, faint memories of screaming Lance’s name flitting across his mind’s eye. He’d dug and dug until Allura had pulled him away, explaining that the entire cave had collapsed and there was no way to get the Blue Paladin out of there.

So now he was numb, staring at the helmet that proclaimed him the leader of Voltron, a harsh reminder of his failure. Because how could he be a protector of the universe if he couldn’t even protect his greatest treasure?

Some leader he was, failing to protect his teammate. Even Blue had shut down, seemingly grieving her Paladin. And it was all Shiro’s fault, no matter how much the others tearfully assured him there was no way of knowing the Galra would pull a dirty trick like that.

The funeral was tomorrow. They’d leave flowers over the caved in area where Lance lay buried. They couldn’t even recover the body or bury him on Earth where his family was. A faint flicker of frustration flickered through Shiro’s heart before it was swept away by more grief.

He couldn’t cry, he was still in too much shock to really react now, but he did look up at Coran’s gentle touch to his shoulder.

He barely recalled exiting the area to go to his room, stripping off his armor and collapsing into bed.

His pillow still smelled faintly of Lance, like an ocean breeze and chocolate.

However, it smelt like salt in the morning.

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It’s not over yet. You’ll see in a little while, when I wake up again. Patience my dear readers, patience.

Creatures of a Brief Season: Part 3

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It may be the same country, but Lyrias is a world away from Wistal.

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cnn.com
US drops largest non-nuclear bomb in Afghanistan
The US military has dropped an enormous bomb in Afghanistan, according to four US military officials with direct knowledge of the mission.
By Barbara Starr and Ryan Browne, CNN

A GBU-43/B Massive Ordnance Air Blast Bomb, nicknamed MOAB, was dropped at 7 p.m. local time Thursday, the sources said.

The MOAB is also known as the “mother of all bombs.” A MOAB is a 21,600-pound, GPS-guided munition that is America’s most powerful non-nuclear bomb.

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Countdown to some Trump press conference or statement or – let’s be honest – Tweet where he says we’ve been sitting on this bomb for 15 years and he’s the first leader with the balls to use it or something. Anything he can do to paint himself as a strongman willing to do what no other President has done so he can bump up his approval ratings in a bloodthirsty republic.

A little bit of background on this bomb though.

It was first tested back in 2003 and it’s the most powerful non-nuclear weapon in the world, allegedly. Russia says they have a bomb that’s four times stronger, but its existence hasn’t been confirmed by anyone outside of Russia. Either way, the US had about 15 of these but they’d only been detonated in test sites. This is actually the first time we’ve tried to drop it on people in a war zone and we did it to knock out ISIS tunnels and caves in that area. We’ll see how effective that was once the details come out, but I suspect another ploy from this administration to make Trump look like a powerful commander in chief.

so all that angst about our dumb old lady kitty aside, i’ve been mulling over an idea for a while and i’m wondering how much interest there would be

i’d like to start a wow rp resource tumblr that archives potential RP spots. empty places in the open world that have little to no NPCs and offer unique settings (empty buildings, unoccupied caves, hidden areas, etc) for events or just, like, secluded ERP or whatever tickles your fancy

basically just an RP spot idea box

this is mostly the result of me constantly flying around looking for event locations for my guild and seeing places that are neat but not necessarily relevant

idk when i’d have time to super start this up but would there be interest in that from fellow guild leaders/DMs/etc?

An Unexpected Declaration

Peter Pevensie x Reader

A/N: I hope that you all enjoy this! Have a lovely day everyone.

-Lera

There were quite a few ways that you had imagined your weekend traveling to Calormen with Peter might go. Peter might’ve asked you to accompany him on a stroll through the town after the Calormen embassies signed the treaty, giving you time to confess how you felt about him or maybe he would even surprise you by telling you that he had feelings for you. The possibilities were endless since his siblings were staying at Cair Paravel to prepare for the annual winter festival.

Having your carriage robbed and your horses taken, leaving you and Peter on foot in the middle of the forest in December was definitely not something that you had imagined.

You and Peter had been wandering around the woods for about a few hours now, or so you thought, it was getting a little difficult to tell the passing of time.

“Don’t worry Y/N, we hadn’t been traveling for too long and we aren’t very far from a main road so someone should come by and find us. Besides, the Calormen King will send word to Susan when we don’t arrive on time.

“Peter” You said “It’s been snowing for hours and there’s no sign of it letting up. It seems unlikely that anyone would be traveling in this weather. “We knew we were cutting it close as it is.”

“I know it seems bleak but we can’t give up hope. Someone will find us soon enough.” He said confidently. You admired that about him. How his faith that everything would turn out alright was so strong, even in the face of such harsh odds.

But even that didn’t last forever. As night began creeping over the snow covered land, Peter began to worry that the two of you wouldn’t in fact be rescued as quickly as he’d hoped. The first stars began to shine when he spoke again.

“Y/N, I think that we should try to find shelter. If we stay out here all night we’ll freeze.” You simply nodded and stood up from the tree stump that you had been resting at, your face and hands cold to the touch.

“Alright.” You agreed, shivering “Where do you suggest we go?”

“I’ve been on hunting expeditions with Edmund and Philip numerous times in these woods. And while we’ve never been this far away from the palace, we have always been able to find caves that litter this area so we should be able to find something not too far away. It won’t be very comfortable but it will shelter us from the weather.” He told you.

“Well” You shrugged “Anything that gets us out of this cold is fine by me.” He smiled at you and offered his arm. You took it gladly, praying to Aslan that he didn’t see the red of your cheeks or that he merely assumed that it was from the cold. After all, you thought to yourself, he is the high king so it’s natural for him to be chivalrous to a lady, it means nothing other than he is a kind and gracious king.

After a little while of searching the forest for suitable shelter, you noticed what looked to be a small hole in the ground surrounded by a few large stones.

“What’s that?” You exclaimed “Is that a cave?” You asked, pointing at what you saw. Peter quickly led you both over to it and brushed away the snow.
“Yes, it is!” He laughed “Good eye Y/N, I don’t think I would have seen that through all the snow.” You merely smiled at him as he lowered himself down into it. Suddenly he turned around and held his arms out towards you. “Well come on then?”

“Sorry?” You asked him, confused as what he was asking you to do.

“Well I can’t imagine that it would be very easy getting down here in a dress like that!” He grinned up at you. You smiled, now that he mentioned it, you really weren’t dressed for the weather or the occasion.

“Alright,” You told him playfully “Just be ready.” You jumped down as carefully as you could, not wanting to hurt him in the process. He caught you easily and gently set you down on the cave floor.

“Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” He asked you.

“No, I suppose not.” You retorted “And thank you.”

“Not a problem at all.” He replied. You then took a look at your surroundings. It was much tighter in here than you had thought it would be.

“Well.” You stated “We should probably get some sleep then. We have a long day ahead of us.”

“That’s just what I was thinking.” Peter yawned, making you laugh. You laid down on the stone floor and did your best to make yourself comfortable, while Peter did the same across from you. “Goodnight Y/N.” He said softly.
“Goodnight Peter.”

When you awoke you were shivering too hard to even think. It had gotten much colder in here, to the point where you couldn’t feel your feet or your hands. You began to rub them together, trying not to wake Peter with your chattering teeth. Despite your efforts however, he began to stir.

“Y/N? Are you shivering?” He asked you.

“A little” You replied through your teeth “But I’ll be fine, go back to sleep.” He slid over to where you were lying and put his hand on your cheek.

“Y/N you’re freezing!” He scolded “We have to get you warmed up, it’s dangerous to get this cold out here.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled your shivering frame into his arms. You had to admit, it was warmer when he held you like that. Then he began to lay back down.

“Um, Peter what are you doing?” You asked cautiously

“We both need to rest and I need to warm you up. Just try to sleep, we’re gonna be ok just let me keep you warm.” He spoke softly “And while this might not be the best timing, I feel that it would be dishonorable of me it I didn’t tell you of my feelings for you before holding you like this.” He fretted “I understand that these feelings aren’t mutual” He continued “But I just have to tell you-” You cut him off by pressing your cold lips against his. For a moment he was surprised, but he quickly kissed you back. It wasn’t a long kiss but it told Peter all that you felt for him without having to say a single word. Silently he wrapped his arms around you tighter and kissed you softly on the forehead as the two of you drifted back to sleep.

Someone to take my place (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Originally posted by kcismyreligion

(Based on: Somebody Else - The 1975)

Warning: swearing


“Y\N,” You hear someone speak from behind you and you turn around to see your long time best friend Jasper, “Ready to leave?”

“Who’s coming with us?” You question him, seeing Clarke, Raven and Finn approaching you from behind Jasper, who looks down awkwardly at your question, “Jasper?” You ask in a warning tone.

“I didn’t invite him, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Jasper replies and you exhaled in relief. It seems like everyone in the whole camp knew about you and Bellamy fighting, “He invited himself.” 

“What?” You exclaim, feeling sick to your stomach at the thought of going on a two hunting trip with your ex-something. He wasn’t even your boyfriend, commitment wasn’t Bellamys strong point. 

“Just smile and act happy.” Jasper grins as an example as he places his hands on your shoulders comfortingly. 

“This is going to be a long trip.” You sigh unhappily as Finn and Clarke join you and Jasper, “Hey guys.” You greet them and they nod at you. Clarke begins talking about what she has in her backpack to help the group catch everything they need to feed the hungry mouths of the 100.

“Hey, Y\N, did you hear the bad news?” Finn asks cheekily, raising his eyebrows and you roll your eyes with a groan, “He’s coming.”

“Don’t remind me.” You shake your head, “He’s going to make it hell for me.” 

“Who is?” You hear the familiar voice of his right behind you. The same voice that once used to tell you he loved you, but now only barks orders at you during the day.

You don’t even turn around to look at Bellamy, “Talk about the devil and he shall appear.” you sigh in annoyance before walking away and Finn follows you.

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So I tried my hand at a ninetales subspecies, more specifically an Alolan ninetales subspecies. A subspecies of a subspecies, if you will.

Uh I guess you need to let me know if you use the subspecies or something??? I dunno how subspecies work so that’s just what I assume. Either way, here’s some info on this beauty!


The Greater Alolan Ninetales also known as the Auroral Ninetales. 

It’s tails and hair glimmer like the northern lights, Aurora Borealis. 

Physical Appearance: While this one possesses a blue body with the rainbow highlights, others can have a pink, green, aqua, white, yellow or violet body with the same rainbow sheen. Its colors are similar to rainbow sherbet while its luster is like that of one of those fancy holofoil pokemon cards. It is about a foot and two inches (35.56 centimeters) taller than a typical Alolan Ninetales and has noticeably thicker hair and fur that gives off it’s signature rainbow sheen. 

Details: The Greater Alolan Ninetales (or the Auroral Ninetales) is born when a vulpix evolves at just the right moment, right under the soft glow of the northern lights. It is believed that these ninetales are seen as “elites” among their little societies. However, if they are solitary, they are usually highly regarded by other vulpix/ninetales they run into as well as Alolans. 

Lore: They are extremely rare not only because of the peculiar circumstances that it needs to obtain this appearance, but because long ago, they were constantly hunted by humans for it’s shimmering rainbow fur. Their pelts sold for a very high price to shops, resulting in a mass hunt for them shortly after their discovery. The pelts were often worn by figureheads and were even exported to Kalosian Royalty. 

However, something about the species was discovered that quickly ended the mass hunting and selling of the Greater Alolan Ninetales’ pelts…

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Serenity Falls, Buderim Rainforest Park, Queensland

Kitten (Part 11)

Note: Phew, this chapter ended up longer than I meant it to be, but it really didn’t feel right splitting it up.  I tried to work in as many of the suggestions I got from ya’ll as possible.  Hopefully this will be a good send off for Kuro as we move into the next phase of the story.

I probably won’t update again today due to the length of this part.

Warning: Kitten Is A Dark Fic With Dark Themes

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Kitten’s resting now.  Still passed out from their last play session.  Kuro had finally gotten tired of his starving himself by refusing to do tricks for food and just given him a bowl with no requests attached.  His reaction to the drugs he laced it with were better than he’d hoped.  

Kitten had screamed.  Seeing phantoms of his mind’s design.  Calling out names and pleading with them not to leave him.  At one point, he’d even seemed to be begging Zarkon of all people not to do something.  What, Kuro couldn’t quite tell from Kitten’s blubbering half of the conversation, but it had him terrified.  Then he’d started to see the bugs.  First crab-crawling away from the invisible hordes on the walls, then scratching his own arms bloody to try and get them off.  Kuro had been forced to intervene at that point and tie him down.  Some self injury was amusing, but he’d hate for Kitten to claw out anything Kuro would miss.  Eventually Kitten had been unable to keep up the fight and was reduced to a panting quivering mess on the floor, then even that had become too much and he’d slipped into unconsciousness.

Kuro had used the intervening time to get some rest and send off another packet to his weaker self.  Oh he could just imagine the look on his face when Shiro saw how Kuro had broken his little kitten and made him cry.  Would he blame himself for leaving Kitten with such obvious weak points?  He hoped he did.  Nothing made Kuro happier than thinking about about Shiro brooding and hating himself for being unable to stop him.  Admitting Kuro was superior through his own weakness.

He hoped that soon he’d stop having to imagine Shiro’s pain and actually be able to see it for himself.  If he can find an electronics shop of some sort, he should be able to ‘convince’ the owner into helping him set up an untraceable communicator to contact the Castle with.  If he keeps just at the edge of communication’s range with his cloak up, he could have as long of a conversation as he wants without fear of capture.

But first he’d need to get some more footage to share.

Kitten is going to be wonderfully disoriented when he wakes up from his nap.  That puts him in the perfect frame of mind for some of the toys Kuro has yet to have a chance to use.  Carefully, gently, so as not to wake him, Kuro slips on the blindfold and earplugs over the sleeping kitten’s face and locks them in place.  He has no idea what material they were made of, beyond being alien in origin, but the salesman had guaranteed and Kuro had tested out himself that someone wearing them would be unable to see a single prick of light while staring at the sun or hear a spacecraft landing directly beside them.  Kitten would be both blind and deaf while wearing them.

Kuro carefully arranges the camera for the perfect recording and checks the bindings on the sleeping things arms to make sure none of Kitten’s earlier struggling had loosened them, then he slaps him.  Kitten jerks awake, panics, and slams his head into the wall in an attempt to scrabble upright.  Kuro laughs hard, and hits him again.  Kitten chokes and curls into where Kuro’s fist buries itself in his stomach.  He takes a step back and watches as the thing gasps and tries to press into the wall to hide from the blows he can’t see.  Huh, he almost looks halfway defended.  Back to the wall legs pulled up to protect his stomach.  That just wouldn’t do.

Grabbing him by the back of his neck, Kuro hauls him into the middle of the room and drops him on his knees.  There, now he’s exposed on all sides, and still at a complete loss for what’s going on.  He circles him, like the predator he is.  Watching Kitten’s head twitching about desperately trying to pick up some clue on where Kuro is.  Every light crack to his skin from Kuro’s fist or boots making him cry out and fold.  Unable to see or prepare himself for what’s coming.  

Kuro doesn’t play long before he grows bored.  The kitten is scared, flinching at every errant wind current, as if it might herald a blow, but he’s not in any real pain.  He bounces back from every hit, showing signs of forgetting the last as soon as the next arrives.  New minor injuries blurring into the background of the old.  He finds it unsatisfying to have his efforts be so temporary.

Truly Kuro is at fault for this, he’s been awfully gentle with the kitten since taking him away from his home.  Trying so hard to make the smaller man last, that’s he’s hardly done more than bruise him.  A little bit of rougher play is clearly in order.  He thinks, he’ll start with his toes.

Kitten’s chin collides with the floor, as Kuro lays him out on his belly.  Straddling his thighs to hold him still while facing his feet.  He slowly traces up the back of the kitten’s calf with cold metal fingers.  Enjoying the tiny sounds of fear and confusion that Kitten can’t quite swallow.  The moment he selects a toe, Kitten seems to catch onto his plan and begins to try and wiggle out of his grasp for real.  Slow build up pressure, bending the thing back further than its meant to go, tiny whines of pain like music in the air.  He bends it further and further until-

The ship alarm blares, startling him into dropping the foot.  Damn, they’d gotten here quicker than he’d expected.  He leaves Kitten whimpering on the floor and heads to the pilot seat.

He arrives just in time, to see what he thinks is the Green lion put out what looks like an expanding bubble.  He’s barely has time to throw the shuttle in reverse, before a curtain of energy washes through the cabin.  Something sparks and explodes off to his right.  His cloak is gone.

Kuro is exposed.  Out in the open, circling a planet friendly to Voltron.  He can’t outrun them, not in this tiny shuttle, and without the advantage of the cloak he can’t sneak past them either.  They’ve already spotted him, he can see the Green lion turning to face him.  

He executes the only option he has left.  Dropping into atmosphere and streaking towards the planet surface.  He’s smaller than the lions, if he can find a cave or densely forested area to hide in before they catch up, he can buy himself time to come up with another plan.

He can’t be picky.  The closer the Green lion gets the better able her pilot will be to see exactly where he goes.  The first clump of trees big enough to cover his profile from the air, he slides under and cuts the power.  He knows somewhere on the Castle they have the ability to sense energy output.  Leaving the ship on, will only make him easier to find.

Finally, he can breathe and asses his situation.  He can just barely see the Green lion hovering above him through the foliage.  She’s searching for him.  He won’t be able to fly out of here, and it is only a matter of time until he’s found.  He’s surrounded by heavily wooded bordering on jungle like forest.  If he leaves on foot, he’ll reach a city where a new ride can be acquired in about a half a days walk, but dragging Kitten through this terrain would leave a trail so obvious he would certainly be caught.  Such a shame, he’d been having so much fun.  

He briefly considers snapping the kitten’s neck and leaving his pretty corpse for the paladins to find, but he’s not foolish enough to believe that the rage such a move would inspire wouldn’t prevent him from ever leaving the planet alive.  He’s much better off leaving Kitten as a distraction.  After all, the most important thing they wants is to take back what he stole.  Give them back the kitten and they’ll be too busy trying to assess the damage to search for Kuro seriously.

He guesses it’s time to say goodbye then.  Kuro sets a nice slide show going for whoever finds the ship, grabs his trophy camera to take with him, and leans down to where Kitten has shakily pushed himself into a sitting position.  One last picture for the road.  

Kuro kisses him.  Disappointingly, Kitten is a cold fish.  He doesn’t even try to bite when Kuro’s tongue invades his mouth.  Staying still and simply letting him take what he wants.  This is simply not how he desires their last moments together to go.  Reaching down, he lets himself grope until he finds the thing that makes Kitten’s breath hitch, then squeezes until he cries out and tries to get away from his touch.  There we go.  He knew the kitten was just playing dead with him.

One last upload for the kitten’s owner, and Kuro steps out onto the planet proper.  He’ll miss this time they spent together, but he can’t let himself be too sad.  He’ll be back after all.

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Breathtaking photographs showcase one of South America’s largest collections of caves

 These awe-inspiring images showcase the vast grandeur of one of South America’s most breathtaking collection of caves. Terra Ronca State Park in Sao Domingos, Brazil, is home to more than 60 different caves, with the cavernous spaces filled with stunning rock formations, giant stalagmites and stalactites, and flowing rivers.

Despite there being so many caves in the area, only four are open to visitors namely Lapa do Angelica, Lapa do Sao Mateus II, Lapa da Terra Ronca I, and the system Lapa de Terra Ronca II - Malhada. That leaves showcasing the more remote areas of the park up to cavers and photographers like Alexandre Lobo, Rafael Camargo and Daniel Menin. (Caters News)

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Destiny - Exploring Nessus' Lost Sectors, Public Events, and Adventures

IGN is back with more FIRST coverage, looking at world exploration in Destiny. This video is very promising. The world exploration factor dropped off almost immediately for many players in Destiny 1 once they reached a certain level or completed quests after they were introduced via TTK.

In Destiny 2 they’ve amped up Public Events with more variety and they now include optional heroic objectives to make the encounters more challenging for better loot. Adventures seem to be a new take on Quest-style patrol missions (with additional stories and dialogue) that unlock as you progress and finish the story campaign. Lost Sectors add a purpose to caves and other secret areas we tend to find by adding bosses and loot. The last new thing is Flashpoints, which add a “nightfall”-like weekly objective/encounter to the worlds for you to take on for, of course, better loot.

Oh ya, on top of having a world map and the ability to start any activity without going to orbit. You can choose different landing points once you’ve discovered them by progressing throughout the world. Which is awesome!