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When my client asked me to carve a #discworld atop three elephants, standing on a turtle with a Witch on one side and the Grim Reaper on the other I thought he was off his rocker. But look! I did it! I loved looking at the imagery from #TerryPratchett’s comic series for inspiration. Fantasy at its best. #fantasy #handmadejewelry #comic #grimreaper #witchring #customjewelry #ricksonjewellery

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Osnabrück, Germany

One-day old elephant Minh-Tan stands between his mother Douanita, left, and his sister Sita in their enclosure at the city zoo

Photograph: Friso Gentsch/AFP/Getty Images

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Vintage rattan elephant plant stand/side table. Great for patio, sunroom or your bohemian living room. Complete with wooden tusks and tail, her trunk points up. Some say this is a sign of welcoming, good luck and prosperity. She is mounted on a wicker framed wood stand and is very sturdy. The wicker is wound tightly and only shows a few breaks. Top is lighter than the rest, perhaps faded by the sun or had something sitting on it. If you need additional pictures, feel free to ask! Measures 24 X 19.5H X 10.5W. Back in the day, we had ferns setting on ours, and it looked great! NOTE: for accurate postage please convo me prior to purchase. More vintage collectibles and jewelry recreated1.etsy.com

anonymous asked:

That's disappointing... Have you and the Tinder buddy talk before? Is it too personal to ask to see what kind of pictures you post on Tinder?

We matched yesterday, I believe. Talked a bit… And by a bit, I mean we each sent the other 5-10 messages max. We had plans to meet up on Monday or Wednesday but nothing specific, and then didn’t talk at all. The last thing I said was something along the lines of, “Alright, lmk when you’re free.” Then he unmatched me today. This is why I get tired of Tinder. People will match and not start a conversation with you or unmatch the moment meeting up becomes a possibility. Like if you don’t want to do shit, do the world a favor and get off the face of it.

I have five pictures up right now. In them, I’m paddleboarding, on an elephant, bungee jumping, standing in front of a tourist attraction abroad, and just sitting on a boat.

While on holiday in Kenya and walking through the bush a man comes across an elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seems distressed so the man approaches very carefully. He gets down on one knee and inspects the bottom of the elephant’s foot only to find a large thorn deeply embedded. As carefully and as gently as he can he removes the thorn and the elephant gingerly puts its foot down. The elephant turns to face the man and with a rather stern look on its face, stares at him. For a good ten minutes the man stands frozen - thinking of nothing else but being trampled.

Eventually the elephant turns and walks away.

For years after, the man often remembers and ponders the events of that day. Years later the man is walking through the zoo with his son. As they approach the elephant enclosure, one of the elephants turns and walks over to where they are standing at the rail. It stares at him and the man can’t help wondering if this is the same elephant. The man climbs tentatively over the railing and makes his way into the enclosure. He walks right up to the elephant and stares back in wonder. Suddenly the elephant wraps its trunk around one of the man’s legs and swings him wildly back and forth along the railing, instantly killing him.

Probably not the same elephant then.

up/down arrow of chemical

the elevator hum
of a quiet mind
brings it here

unseen
with wings of mote & freight
its fingers twist unbidden memory

[ An elephant stands at the busy street corner. Grey, soaking, saddled in a black straw mat that has been beaded in a fine blue glass. She waits for her rider to emerge from a taxi that will never come. Maybe this one, maybe this one, maybe this one… ]

fingers twist

[ A phone booth in a jungle is a meeting place for birds. It is at least thirty feet tall, painted black, with panes of glass tinted blue. There is a wire mostly buried by leaves, it turns into a network of roots that all lead to a loud waterfall. Is the phone ringing? ]

fingers twist

[ A return to here and now. A familiarity. But is this another? ]

violent rustling
and emptiness

the metal door opens

{ mischief managed } ~ marauder’s playlist

playmoss // spotify

~ TRACKLIST ~

We’re Going To Be Friends - The White Stripes // 1979 - Smashing Pumpkins // This House Is A Circus - Arctic Monkeys // In One Ear - Cage The Elephant // The Kids Don’t Stand A Chance - Vampire Weekend // Last Living Souls - Gorillaz // Time to Pretend - MGMT // The Kids From Yesterday - My Chemical Romance // Heroes - David Bowie // Unstoppable - Foxy Shazam // Brother - Gerard Way // The Kids Aren’t Alright - Fall Out Boy // Don’t You (Forget About Me) - Simple Minds // Ooh La La - Faces // Right Before My Eyes - Cage The Elephant

playmoss is still having issues with youtube so i’ll be putting most of my playlists on spotify now as well

Look down the long valley and there stands a mountain
That someone has said is the end of the world.
Then what of this river that having arisen
Must find where to pour itself into and empty?
I never saw so much swift water run cloudless.
Oh, I have been often too anxious for rivers
To leave it to them to get out of their valleys.
The truth is the river flows into the canyon
Of Ceasing-to Question-What-Doesn’t-Concern-Us,
As sooner of later we have to cease somewhere.
No place to get lost like too far in the distance.
It may be a mercy the dark closes round us
So broodingly soon in every direction.
The world as we know is an elephant’s howdah;
The elephant stands on the back of a turtle;
The turtle in turn on a rock in the ocean.
And how much longer a story has science
Before she must put out the light on the children
And tell them the rest of the story is dreaming?
‘You children may dream it and tell it tomorrow.’
Time was we were molten, time was we were vapor.
What set us on fire and what set us revolving,
Lucretius the Epicurean might tell us
'Twas something we knew all about to begin with
And needn’t have fared into space like his master
To find 'twas the effort, the essay of love.
—  Robert Frost, “Too Anxious for Rivers” (my favorite for World Poetry Day)

They say the world is flat and supported on the back of four elephants who themselves stand on the back of a giant turtle.
They say that the elephants, being such huge beasts, have bones of rock and iron, and nerves of gold for better conductivity over long distances.*
They say that the fifth elephant came screaming and trumpeting through the atmosphere of the young world all those years ago and landed hard enough to split continents and raise mountains.
No one actually saw it land, which raised the interesting philosophical point: When millions of tons of angry elephant come spinning through the sky, but there is no one to hear it, does it – philosophically speaking – make a noise?
And if there was no one to see it hit, did it actually hit?
In other words, wasn’t it just a story for children, to explain away some interesting natural occurrences?
As for the dwarfs, whose legend it is, and who mine a lot deeper than other people, they say that there is a grain of truth in it.

*Not rock and iron in their dead form, as they are now, but living rock and iron. The dwarfs have quite an inventive mythology about minerals.

– on the fifth elephant | Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant

As The French Would Say [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

a/n: i just thought of this……


Window seats are great. You always took a seat by the window in Mr. Shue’s class. Today has been an off day for you. You can’t wait until glee practice; only eight more minutes. Glee practice is the only thing that honestly calms you down.  

Peeking outside, a familiar cherry red Mustang pulls into a parking lot; your face lights up and you lift your cheek off of the palm of your hand. The door cracks open; a pair of brown boat shoes step out and Sebastian stands up, fixing the strap of his messenger bag against his pale tan sweater. After he shuts the car door, he slides his black Ray Ban sunglasses to his shiny brown locks, squinting his mossy green eyes and scrunching his pale nose. You cage a giggle, craning your neck to watch him walk towards the school. 

Ticking, the clock shows there’s three more minutes of school. You put your books in you star themed baby blue backpack, hoisting the black straps over your gray elephant pattern tank top, standing up at the sound of the bell. 

Zooming through the hall, past all the students, you smile brightly at the sight of the tall Warbler. He glares, arms crossed over his chest, sweater to his elbows, as Artie rolls by. “Sebby!” you beam, galaxy Vans squeaking when you stop in front of him. “You came!” Your fingers curl around your backpack straps tightly. 

“Well duh.” Sebastian scoffs, rolling his eyes; a strand of his hair pokes through the indent of his sunglasses, dangling in between his thick eyebrows. Letting go of his bag, he takes your hand, curling his long fingers around the back. “What kind of boyfriend do you take me for?” he grumbles, smirking when you shrug. “I was in Paris for a month, Y/N. And you know what Paris doesn’t have? You.” he sighs deeply. 

You stop, spinning to face him. Pushing yourself up on your toes, you peck the tip of his nose, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Well, you’re back. And I missed you a lot, Bas.” you grin, kissing his soft lips. 

Smirking, he tilts his head, allowing for a better angle. “Missed you, mon bébé.” Sebastian mutters, holding your waist. “Gotcha something too…” he digs into his bag, “Saw it and thought, ‘mon poupée would adore this’. So, obviously, I bought it.” He pulls out a box dramatically, causing you to giggle, and pops it open. “Tada. If I have to explain what the ’S’ is for…” he deadpans, chuckling slightly at hour shocked face. 

“Sebastian… This must’ve cost you a fortune!” you gasp, picking up the diamond embedded necklace. 

He shrugs, snapping the box shut. “Yeah. It did. But, eh.” he smiles, taking the necklace from you. Slowly, he wraps it around your neck, clasping it. “Now everyone knows you’re mine.” he purrs, smirking. 

There’s a quiet breath of air from you before you kiss him. “Now I have this and…” You grab your backpack, jangling the small Warbler clip. Sebastian snorts. “I better get to practice. I’ll see you after and you can drive me home. I love you!” you hum, pecking his pinkish cheek. 

“Love you too, mon amour.” the brunette whispers, kissing your nose. “Make sure to rub it in Lady Hummel’s face.” he smirks; you roll your eyes, strutting away. “I’ll be waiting.” he winks. Damn Sebastian and his bilingual tongue.

anonymous asked:

Sooo, you said you don't mind having a list of flash fics and trauma asks to work through... This is kind of both; What do you think of a flash fic that's *about* trauma? ((I'd just absolutely adore one that goes into a little detail about Tim and your idea that the oft-made-fun-of coffee habit actually predates his time as Robin-- but if you've got lots of Tim requests, anybody, really! I love your take on the Batfam and their psyches.))

um so I couldn’t stop thinking about this and I ended up writing a REALLY LONG AND REALLY SAD THING.

Gen/Family/Backstory
~6700 Words
Tim Drake, Janet Drake, Jack Drake
Mild canon divergence/much canon inclusion

Shut Eye (AO3 Link)

Timothy Jackson Drake was the kind of baby that defied parenting books. He was not a particularly active infant, but he craved motion instead of sleep. He exhausted every chapter of sleep advice while he exhausted himself, Janet Drake, and the three nannies that had come and gone by the time he was seven months old.

During the day, when the doctors and psychologists and parents who had penned the books said he was supposed to be kept awake, he was content to gaze at toys or attempt to roll over or gum on his chubby hands. He did not nap, except those places or times it was inconvenient– the ten minute drive to the pediatrician, Jack’s shoulder right before he had to leave for a meeting.

In theory, he should have been exhausted by the time bedtime rolled around (nine, then eight, then seven, on the dot, because the books said schedule was important, the books said maybe he was overtired and earlier was better), and he was exhausted– exhausted enough to let his eyes close with the swaying motion of being carried to his crib.

But in the gap between arms and mattress, his eyes would snap open and he would shriek and wail as if hurt or gravely offended. Once, on a new book’s recommendation, they tried to let him cry it out. Three hours of screaming ended with a sweaty, red-faced, furious baby vomiting all over his sheets.

They tried everything.

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anonymous asked:

Despite getting good ratings, it seems the casuals absolutely hated T6T. If you want a good overview of what they think you can read comments on Reddit or nerdist. Although I warn you against it. The comments basically boil down to how John is an effeminate bitch who needs to grow a pair, they don't like the story arc and wish it was back to how it was with Sherlock and John just solving cases, the writers need to stop listening to the tumblrinas, and above all else they don't want a season 5.

For a moment, pretend I’m Mufasa and you are Simba, and we’re looking over the Internet. Reddit is the dark, shadowy place you must never go. The Elephant Graveyard. Quite fitting, actually, if you follow TJLC and know what elephants stand for in this show.

what i think of when i hear my favorite songs. i just tried to think of some of my favorite songs and i’m going to listen to them and type what i’m thinking at the moment. ♡

electric love by børns: neon pink lights. midnight in a enchanting city. dancing until my feet hurt. little pink heels. city thunderstorms. sickly sweet. polaroid pictures. having no care in the whole entire world. 

17 by youth lagoon: a field of flowers on a cliff by the sea. a long white dress dancing in the wind. the smell of salt and sun. gold glitter. light pink sunburns on my cheeks. cold water and hot sunbeams. running as fast as i can. that dizzy feeling when you stare out at the endless ocean

skinny love by bon iver: falling snow. cold fingertips. dancing in a big room. sad love letters. roses with lots of thorns. the color of the sky on a snowy night. smiling even when you feel sad. 

cigarette daydreams by cage the elephant: young love. standing on an ocean dock. water sparkling with sunlight. long car rides into the morning. dusky deserts. taking lots of pictures on a little film camera. leaning my head against a car window, watching the world pass by. being sleepy. feeling a little lost but knowing that it’s okay. 

temporary love by the brinks: wanderlust. wandering through parisian streets. lost in love. a little dress with a big coat. wind in my hair. 11pm on the metro. little postcards. airport terminals. flowery perfume. 

beach baby by bon iver: misty mornings. bare feet. the sound of crashing waves. cute lattes. pink nail polish. bare face, no makeup. smiling and giggling. freckles. dreamy evenings. a dainty gold necklace. 

lygerzero14  asked:

Have a prompt for you if you want. Arin and Brian going to meet Dan for dinner, they get in an accident. Dan freaks out and realizes he actually loves both of them

Dan was just walking into the restaurant when he got the call.

He, Brian, and Arin had been planning to spend a night together and go out to eat, celebrating the completion of the first song on the new album. Brian had even gone as far as to make reservations at a really nice restaurant that had just opened up. Dan had been instructed to meet Arin and Brian at the place since they had to finish some things up at the studio.

It was fairly close to his house so he had gotten there a tiny bit earlier than he expected, and the other two were still on their way. Deciding he could go inside and wait for them, Dan hopped out of this car, tightening his jacket around himself as the chill of the evening bit at his skin.

As he was walking up to the front door, his phone began vibrating in his pocket. He quickly fished it out, expecting it to be Brian or Arin texting him that they were on their way. When he realized it wasn’t either of them, but Suzy instead, he tilted his head in confusion. He stepped to the side to let people behind him pass, then answered the phone.

“Hey, Suze. What’s up?”

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I’m Not Leaving // Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by taestylips

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Angst // Sad // A little Fluff

Summary//Request: Anonymous said: Can you do a Jin (Bts) fic. He just started to film a romantic drama where he is the male lead. His gf hasnt visited him on set so far, she wants to avoid the actres who is the female lead an who has a crush on Jin. Whn she goes, they film a kiss.


“You have nothing to worry about (Y/N). Listen to me, okay? I love YOU. Soonyi is just an actress who I have to work with. I don’t feel the same way for her as I do for you, and I could never feel like this towards anyone else. Trust me, okay? Nothing could ever change that…so just believe me…” you remembered your sweet boyfriend’s words to you last night as you both sat and watched the first episode of his drama. You couldn’t help but feel intense jealousy whenever they had a cute, loving scene together – nothing more than just holding hands or looking at each other, but it ate you up inside. Jin, of course, sensed your uneasiness as he pulled you into him, coming face to face with you and completely ignoring the television as he gave you his full and undivided attention – showering you with kisses and making you feel a little better; something he was always so good at, no matter the situation.

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Dr Warhol’s Periodic Table of Microbes


52. Te.  Thermococcus

Hot balls. If you have a Thermococcus, you have hot (thermo) balls (coccus).

Thermococcus is a salt water dwelling thermophile that enjoys living at high temperatures, from 70°C to 100°C (which is 158°F to 212°F, making it hotter than anything you or I could even imagine tolerating). In order to actually have water at 100°C, you need pressure (physics!). And guess what? Thermococcus loves pressure, some are barophilic and either need or tolerate pressures from 0.3 MilliPascals to 40 Millipascals. That’s 5,800 pounds per square inch, 835,000 pounds per square foot, or roughly the weight of 55 elephants standing on a piece of notebook paper.

If you find this fascinating, there are more than 30 species of Thermococcus to investigate. Most of the time you will find the organism hanging around deep sea hydrothermal vents. Not just one or two isolated vents; they have been found near Greece, the Guaymas Basin, the Mid-Atlantic Ridge, New Zealand, and even in high-temperature oil reservoirs in Siberia.

And if that’s not enough, some have interesting nutritional requirements and only eat amino acids, and some resist extreme gamma radiation, like our buddy Rubrobacter. Thermococcus is considered to be an Archaean. As with all extremophiles, they are biochemically and metabolically adapted to live under intense conditions.

Thermococcus are Gram negative irregular spheres that are 0.6 to 2.0 microns in diameter.

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