The Mammoth Hot Springs of Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming.
Chihuahuan Desert in New Mexico is Carlsbad
Caverns National Park, a series of more than 119 caves that were formed
from sulfuric acid that dissolved its surrounding limestone to create a
fascinating underground world.
The Hamilton Pool Nature Preserve in Dripping Springs, Texas, features a jade green pool fed by waterfall flows.
The Fly Geyser is a rainbow-colored geological
wonder on the edge of Black Rock Desert Nevada that was created through
accidental well drilling. The geyser is known for its stunning changing
Deep inside a mountain in east Tennessee is the
Lost Sea, America’s largest underground lake. Stretching more than four
acres in size, the lake is part of a cave system called Craighead
It is not an uncommon thought for young women to like the idea of having children in the future. When Darci Pierce discovered that she was adopted, her wish to become a loving mother intesified. However, after one unsuccessful pregnancy, her wish soon turned into an obsession. Fearing that her boyfriend she had recently moved in with might leave her, the then 19-year-old began to feign pregnancy. In the following months, Pierce gained approximately sixty pounds to make the fake pregnancy look more realistic. She lived on the benefits of the lie and her boyfriend finally married her. Pierce also received nonstop attention by her family and friends, who later threw a baby shower for her. The story took it’s turn when Pierce realized that she needed a newborn in order to keep the lie going. To achieve that, she planned a heinous crime. On July 23, 1987, Pierce drove to a prenatal care clinic and waited for a woman near full term to come out. There she met 23-year-old Cindy Ray, who was 8 ½ months pregnant at the time. Pierce abducted Ray from the parking lot and then drove with her to the Manzano Mountains east of Albuquerque, New Mexico. Pierce strangled Ray and then cut open her abdomen with her car key. Pierce then removed Ray’s baby, leaving a 5-inch wound on her body. The baby miraculously survived. Ray had been unconscious but alive during the attack but later succumbed to her wounds. Pierce smeared Ray’s blood on her body to make it look like she had delivered a baby. Following this, Pierce left the location with the newborn in her arms and went to a hospital, claiming she had given birth. However, suspicion arose when she did not agree to be examined and began to change her story. The police was notified and Pierce confessed to the crime and led authorities to Ray’s body. Pierce was found guilty of first-degree murder, kidnapping and child abuse and sentenced to life with chance of parole.
if you want an absolutely magical experience in loz: breath of the wild:
make sure u have stamina-increasing or stamina-recovering meals in ur inventory, and DON’T eat them all on the climb up bc ur gonna need them later if the Special Night Event happens
go to satori mountain (east of gerudo highlands, west of central tower)
climb all the way to the top (ALL the way. there’s a shrine near the top, climb further than that)
be amazed!! try to arrive there in the morning or afternoon (bc that’s when the scene is the prettiest, in good lighting), and then stay there til night comes along (bc there’s a chance of something Really Special And Magical happening on top of the mountain, but it can only happen at night)
-you drive outside of Seattle, you drive for an hour, there are fields, farms, orchards. Another hour, foothills, mountains, snow. Another hour, desert, farmland. Cows. Apples, hops, apples, cherries, apples, corn. More apples. Everything is apples and farmland. You stop and buy some apples on the side of the road. You keep driving, you have not left the state. You will never leave the state.
- The mountain looms over the skyline. There are few clouds in the sky today. The Mountain is Out. People stop in their tracks outside, on the city streets. The Mountain Is Out. They smile and laugh, a man steps out
of an office building and turns to you with a smile. “The Mountain!” he
says “It’s beautiful today!” you agree, you walk into a Starbucks, you
tell the barista that the mountain is out. She should see it.
-There is a Starbucks on every corner. There is a Seattle’s Best on every sidewalk. There is a Tullys on every block. There is also a Caffe
Ladro and a Fuel and, on every street, a drive-through coffee stand with
a pun in the name, or a bikini-wearing girl serving drinks. Do you want
to get coffee? You don’t much like coffee.
-There is a little festival in your neighborhood every year. It is called the Strawberry festival. Or the Cherry festival. The Apple Festival. No fruit grows here. Nothing but houses grow from the soil.
- You are at a fancy restaurant, it overlooks the water and has a salmon on the logo, or maybe a boat. Probably a salmon though. A man at the next table is angry. He says Columbus Day is more important than Indigenous People’s Day. You order the salmon. Before he leaves, the man uses the words Puyallup, Sequim, Skagit, Kitsap, and Tulalip.
- Seattle is built on fill. Seattle is built on Seattle. Seattle is sinking.
- East of the mountains we glow in the dark, west of the mountains we grow webbed feet.
- there is a Nuclear site built on the remains of Native American houses.
- Every fall you go to the fair. It is huge, with food and vendors and animals and crafts and competitions and rides and blue ribbons and prizes for games. It is a wonderful place. They housed more than 6000 Japanese Americans here after the bombing of Pearl Harbor. But. It is a fun place.
- The bus is late. The bus is always late. The bus is so late it might as well be the next bus. The next bus is late.
- Your umbrella is useless here.
- The city released a great mechanical beast, all metal, with a drill for a nose, under the city. This is not a good idea, the newspapers said. Seattle is built on fill, people said. There are great rocks underground dropped by glaciers, scientists said. This is Not a Good Idea. The Great Drill was released. We named her Bertha. Bertha is 57 feet tall. Bertha is trapped. What did she find so deep underground?
At the mouth of the Torrentine, House Dayne raised its castle on an island where that roaring, tumultuous river broadens to meet the sea. Legend says the first Dayne was led to the site when he followed the track of a falling star and there found a stone of magical powers. His descendants ruled over the western mountains for centuries thereafter as Kings of the Torrentine and Lords of Starfall.
North and east, beyond a great gap in the mountains that provided the shortest and easiest passage from Dorne to the Reach, House Fowler carved its own seat into the stony slopes overlooking the pass. Skyreach, that seat became known, for its lofty perch and soaring stone towers. At the time, the pass it brooded over was commonly known as the Wide Way (today we name it the Prince’s Pass), so the Fowlers took for themselves the grandiose titles of Lords of Skyreach, Lords of the Wide Way, and Kings of Stone and Sky.
In a similar vein, far to the east where the mountains ran down to the Sea of Dorne, House Yronwood established itself in the high valleys and green foothills below the peaks and seized control of the Stone Way, the second of the two great passes into Dorne (one far steeper, narrower, and more treacherous than the Wide Way of the west). Well protected and comparably fertile, their lands were also well timbered and possessed of valuable deposits of iron, tin, and silver as well, making the Yronwoods the richest and most powerful of the Dornish kings. Styling themselves the Bloodroyals, Lords of the Stone Way, Masters of the Green Hills, and High Kings of Dorne, the lords of House Yronwood in time ruled northern Dorne, from the mountain domains of House Wyl to the headwaters of the Greenblood … though their efforts to bend the other Dornish kings to their will were seldom successful.
The World of Ice and Fire. Dorne. Kingdoms of the First Men.
Imagine Jungkook is a Alpha the wonders around, staying at different pack villages and picking up quick odd jobs before hitting the road again. One day he is in a pack east of the mountains and Jungkook was looking over some cool artifacts when suddenly Jimin appears at his side, clinging to his arm with wide eyes.
“You’re my mate!” Jimin declares and Jungkook is in shock lol. Jimin is a royalty and is a mess.
Tumblr fic request for the beautiful and awesome @buckyoakenshieldxo Thorin x Reader pairing. This is my first reader perspective fic so go easy on me.
You are depressed, feeling unworthy of Thorin’s love and have not yet conceived an heir.
More Than Enough
You had been married to Thorin now for almost two years, and whilst
you smiled every day, wanting to present the facade that you were
enjoying your life as his wife and Queen, a gaping hole was still
sitting in your gut. The grey clouds of self doubt, sadness and
feeling unworthy had descended again. These were the same clouds that
had been ever present in your previous life where you had grown up,
never feeling good enough for anything and never feeling as though
you belonged. Your rational mind kept trying to regain control,
telling you that all Thorin had done was make you feel welcome within
the kingdom, helping you gain respect from the people of Erebor. And
so far it seemed to have been successful. The people loved you,
always smiling, bowing as you walked on by, your gowns sweeping past
them. The Dwarf children would stand in awe. “Isn’t she beautiful,
Mama?” the little ones would say. But you never felt beautiful. You
felt as if your very presence in this place was forced. And those
little Dwarf children were always a reminder of the disappointment
you presented to Thorin: the fact you had not yet conceived an heir
for him. It was expected that you as Queen, and he as King, would
produce an heir to one day take the throne when Thorin was gone from
The last few days and you had avoided contact with other people,
residing in the huge libraries most of the time. Ori had been the
only one who you had really spoken to as he had began cataloguing his
writings in date order upon the shelves at the rear of the main
library. He was proud of his work, having documented the re-taking of
Erebor from Smaug and the victory at the Battle of Five Armies. You
had seen the librarian shake his head as Ori had entered the huge
hall each day, but smiled to yourself seeing him look so happy.
Tonight marked the two year anniversary of the victory at the Battle
of Five Armies as it had been Durin’s Day two weeks prior. Everyone
had enjoyed much merry making in the grand halls on the east side of
the mountain. But you, as usual, had smiled, feeling as though you
were breaking inside. Thorin had sat beside you, brushing his hand
against your thigh at regular intervals, a constant reminder that he
never liked to be away from you for long and just wanted to know you
were close. You loved this Dwarf with your whole being, in its
entirety, but that hate you had for yourself was pulling hard on your
relationship with him. At night when he attempted to make love to
you, and you pulled away, you would see the hurt in his eyes. He had
only ever questioned it once, and you tried to cover your feelings by
lying, telling him that the wound to your stomach that you had
sustained in battle two years prior sometimes pained you. The
lovemaking between you both had been amazing beyond words during the
first few months of your marriage. Now, the pleasure had gradually
dripped away, one drop at a time.
You sat in your bedchamber that afternoon, knowing that Thorin was
overseeing the signing of new laws being passed. He had been too busy
of late, it seemed, to enquire as to your whereabouts. You only saw
him at night, and even then you were normally asleep before he
returned. All you wanted was to feel whole again, to feel as though
you belonged and were worthy of such a beautiful man. King or not,
Thorin was the most honourable and loyal of men you had ever met.
Everything he put his hand to was for the good of everyone else,
never himself. Thorin deserved someone else; he deserved a woman who
would give him an heir, who would be the emotional support he needed
and be able to fully commit to being a ruler of the kingdom. Instead
he had chosen you, and all you felt you were was a burden to him.
Tears slipped down your cheeks as you sat motionless, watching the
shadows broaden on the wall. Your whole body felt as if it were void
of any energy any motivation to move. All you could do was stare at
the wall and let the emptiness consume you.
You had no idea how long you sat there until the wooden door to your
chamber creaked open. Quickly you brushed the moisture away from your
face with the back of your hand, sniffing away any sign that you had
Thorin looked at you, questions rising in his eyes and concern
mounting on his face. “My love. What is it?” he asked,
approaching you. “You think that I have not noticed your distance
from me, but every day it has cut me deeper.”
You looked up at him, feeling those words gnaw into your stomach. But
as your eyes met, you looked away.
He got down in front of you on his knees, taking your hands in his
and then pressing them to his face and kissing them. He kissed across
your knuckles and then held your hands against his cheek, closing his
eyes as he did so. “How can I take this away from you?” he
Tears came again, dripping down your face, and then you felt the
tightness in your chest. The breath escaped you in short bursts,
becoming painful. “I don’t deserve you. You should look for someone
who can be what you need and give you a child.” Uttering those
words felt as if the whole world had crashed down onto your chest and
“I want my wife,” Thorin wept, his voice breaking. “I want our
life together and our love as it once was. I do not base your value
on whether you can conceive or not.” He looked up at you, his face
a sign of his brokenness. Thorin placed his head in your lap. “You
are worth everything I could ever give or do.”
You brushed your hands through his hair, cradling his head. “I love
you, Thorin. But I don’t deserve this life. I don’t deserve anything.
I’ll never be enough”
Thorin lifted his head and then took your hands in his. “You are
more than enough for me. You are my One.” He kept his eyes on yours
as he spoke and then he brushed his right hand against the braid in
your hair. “Do you remember when I gave you this?”
“Yes,” you whispered, mentally recalling the day you pledged
yourself to him and he you.
“I walked out of this mountain, preparing for war against Azog, and
you had followed me through a great trial. The sickness made me speak
words I will always regret, but never once did you walk away from me.
Never once did you doubt me. And it was in those moments when I
re-gained clarity of thought from the sickness that I knew you were
my One. I had loved you for some time, but it was in those dark days
that you proved to me your worthiness as a Queen, and your loyalty to
me. Let me be with you through this trial of yours. If anyone is
undeserving, it is me of you. Do you trust me?”
“With every breath, Thorin, you know I do,” you replied.
“Then trust my pledge to you. Trust that every word I speak is
truth and that my heart will always be yours. Whatever you need, I
will do everything in my power to see it given to you. But please
know that you are more than enough for me. I just want you beside me
and to give yourself to me freely as you once did.”
Hearing the words coming from him and to see him so broken because of
your grief, all of it made something break inside. A locked chest had
sprung open, releasing the emotions you had concealed now for months.
You leaned down to him, kissing him. And for the first time in many
weeks, you felt a shiver of pleasure race down your spine.
The Jogos Nhai are a people of Essos who live east of the Bone Mountains on the plains of the Jogos Nhai, which lie north of Yi Ti and the Shrinking Sea. Jogos Nhai are a nomadic people who live in yurts, tents, and saddles and are described as squat, bowlegged, and swarthy, with large heads, small faces, and sallow-colored skin. Men and women both have pointed skulls, a result of the custom of binding the heads of their newborn during the first two years of life. To show off their skull modification men shave their heads but for a single strip of hair down the center of the skull, while women go wholly bald.
The Jogos Nhai live their lives on horseback, and have their own breed of horse which is crossed with zebras. They travel in small bands closely connected by blood. Each one is commanded by a jhat, or war chief, and a moonsinger, who combines the roles of priestess, healer, and judge. The jhat leads in war, battle, and raid, whereas other matters are ruled by the band’s moonsinger. There are also female jhats and male moonsingers, but girls who choose the warrior’s way are expected to dress and live as men, whereas boys who choose to become moonsingers must dress and live as women, making it difficult to tell apart when such cases take place.
Unlike the Dothraki khalasars, Jogos Nhai’s band do not make war upon one another, as their gods forbid them to shed the blood of their own people. Young men do ride out to steal goats, zorses, and dogs from other bands, while girls go forth to abduct husbands, but these are rituals hallowed by the gods, during which no blood may be shed. However, the Jogos Nhai do live in a perpetual state of warfare against all their neighboring peoples, and have had long wars and feuds with all their neighbours including a bloody border war with the Patrimony of Hyrkoon and a long an bloody war with Yi Ti.
The Jogos Nhai often raided into the empire of Yi Ti and many YiTish cities, towns, farms, and fields beyond count have been reduced to ruins and ashes. Over the years many Imperial generals and three God-Emperors have led armies to bring the nomads to heel but as soon as they return to Yi Ti the raids began anew, even when jhats were compelled to vow eternal fealty to the God-Emperor and foreswear raiding forever. During his long reign, forty-second scarlet emperor Lo Han led three such invasions of the plains, yet by the time of his death the Jogos Nhai carried out bolder and more rapacious raids than when he began his reign. His successor, Lo Bu determined to end the threat of the nomads for all time, assembled a mighty host, said to be three hundred thousand strong, and crossed the borders of the empire with slaughter as his only purpose. History tells a million Jogos Nhai died at their hands. Eventually the rival clans of Jogos Nhai unified under jhattar Zhea, a woman in man’s mail, who, in the period of two years isolated each of Lo Bu’s thirteen armies, slew their scouts and foragers, starved them, denied them water, led them into wastelands and traps, thus destroying each army one by one. Finally, her riders fell on Lo Bu’s own host and carried out a slaughter to terrible that every stream for twenty leagues around was choked in blood. Among the slain was Lo Bu himself, whose skull was stripped of flesh and dipped in gold, becoming Zhea’s drinking cup. Ever since, every jhattar of the Jogos Nhai has drunk fermented zorse milk from the gilded skull of the Boy Too Bold By Half, as Lo Bu is remembered.
Ted Bundy’s last confessions to the warden of Florida State Penitentiary:
Ted :January 24, 1989 (around 6:40 a.m.). For the Utah detective named ‘Couch’, there’s one more we didn’t have time for. It’s going to be hard. Between Price and Green River, about ten miles south of Price, a road going south out of Price, maybe five or ten miles, there is a side road to the left going toward the mountains, going east. A quarter mile in there’s a dirt road to the left. This is not going to work too well, (mentioning the map he was working with,) but I’ll try to do something with it. A hundred to two hundred yards in, there’s the remains of a young woman who disappeared from Brigham Young University, June of 1975. That’s as close as I can get it from the map that we have here.
The Warden :Do you know her name?
Ted :No, I don’t.
The Warden :Is that it ?
Ted :To Mike Fisher and the Colorado detectives, the last woman they wanted to talk about, Denise Oliverson, I believe. Referring again to Denise Oliverson, or whoever it was out of Grand Junction that Mike Fisher wanted to discuss, I believe the date was in April 1975. The young woman’s body would have been placed in the Colorado River about five miles west of Grand Junction. It was not buried. That’s all the ones that I can help you with. That’s all the ones that I know about. There are no missing ones outstanding that we haven’t talked about.
The Warden :That’s all of ‘em, Ted?
Ted :Yeah, can I get a smoke off somebody?
The Warden :Ted, I have some inquiries from Illinois and New Jersey.
Ted :Okay. Well, let’s just deal with whatever is outstanding like that. I can say without any question that there is nothing that I was involved in in Illinois or New Jersey.
The Warden :How about Burlington, Vermont? Nothing there? Texas?
The Warden :Miami?
The Warden :Okay. That’s all we’ve got. Okay, Ted, thank you.