elk are wild


On April 26, 1986, a power surge caused an explosion at the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant near Pripyat, Ukraine. A large quantity of radioactive material was released.

On May 2, 1986, the Soviet government established a “Zone of Alienation” or “Exclusion Zone” around Chernobyl – a thousand square miles of “radioactive wasteland.” All humans were evacuated. The town of Pripyat was completely abandoned.

But the animals didn’t leave. And a new study, published this month in Current Biology, suggests they are doing fine. “None of our three hypotheses postulating radiation damage to large mammal populations at Chernobyl were supported by the empirical evidence,” says Jim Beasley, one of the researchers.

In fact, some of the populations have grown. These photos (mostly taken by Valeriy Yurko) come from the Belarusian side of the Exclusion Zone, and area called the Polessye State Radioecological Reserve. Kingfisher, elk, boar, baby spotted eagles, wild ponies, moose, rabbits, and wolves all make their home in the park. In some ways, human presence is worse for wildlife than a nuclear disaster.

Image credits:

  • 1986 Chernobyl - ZUFAROV/AFP/Getty Images
  • Wildlife photos - Valeriy Yurko/Polessye State Radioecological Reserve
  • Ponies in winter - SERGEI SUPINSKY/AFP/Getty Images

Our morning shooting schedule for @fixedbrothers was interupted by a small herd of elk, led by this male. This huge bull spotted a male challenger and began raking his antlers against the brush. He then proceeded to bugle (scream) towards the imposing male before tearing off through the bush to ward him off.

The Wild Elk Lodge

Summary: You’re thoroughly enjoying this 3 star hotel Mick scored. When Dean knocks on your door and asks you come swimming with him, you can’t resist. However, neither of you brought swimsuits, causing things to escalate into more than just swimming. 

A/N: This was inspired by episode 12.16, Ladies Drink Free. No spoilers though! Just skinny dipping :)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: language, smut (kind of public), oral (male and female receiving), multiple orgasms. 

Word Count 2.8k

Originally posted by jensen-jay

A three star hotel. For you, Sam, and Dean; this was what dreams were made of. You even had your own room. For the first time in, well, ever you didn’t have to bunk with the Winchesters. You may not have been so sure of this Mick Davies character, but you didn’t mind him picking up the hotel bill. Not one bit.

You stretched your arms above your head and stretched your legs out in the soft comfy bed. You rolled over to the cold side of the bed for a moment, just to take in the softness of the pillows and the silkiness of the sheets and blankets before you heard a quiet knock at the door.

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Okay, this is the first mini-masterlist. It will be linked to my new main Masterlist once all the other smaller ones are posted!


Stay Awake (DeanxReader, Angst, Fluff)

Rudely Interrupted By Scruff (DeanxReader, FLUFF)

Burning Up (DeanxReader, Fluff or Angst? Not sure, I think it’s more fluff!)

Demon Hunters (DeanxReader, Fluff)

It’s Me, Sweetheart (DeanxReader, Angst?)

Fleeting Moments (Dean x Reader, FLUFF)

Warmth Mini Series

Dean x Reader series where the reader has to share a bed with him on a hunt.

Two Beds

Two Shirts

Two Keys

Two Rooms


(I decided to put these under a cut because there’s so many of them!)

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Fanfiction Recommendations Mar. 29- Apr. 5

Originally posted by tana-the-dreamchaser

Read some wonderful things this week, and I was also tagged in a lot this week and haven’t yet gotten to it all, so there might be some carry over into next week’s. 

Feel free to tag me in your work. I love it!!



Winchester Sister/Daughter





Requests are CLOSED

Smut will be in italics

Requests and warnings are listed within each fic.

**This won’t be my permanent Masterlist, this is more so to just keep myself organized for now

A fancier one will be made once I get a new computer. <3

Want to be tagged in something? Or everything? Shoot me an ask or a message!

Castiel x Reader


Seeing Is Believing MASTERLIST (In Progress)

Crowleys Daughter MASTERLIST (In Progress)

One  shots:


Happy Birthday, Angel

More Beautiful than the Sun

Saving a Former Angel

Summer Heat

I Don’t Love You

Jealousy (Castiel x Reader x Sam)

Stuck in the Middle (with who?)

You’re not Hypothermic

The Dragon and the Nightclub

Sports Bras and Trench Coats

Sports Bras and Trench Coats (Pt. 2)

Don’t Ever Leave Me Again

Meet the New Boss

Grocery Shopping

An Angel’s Greatest Sacrifice

Angels Choice Pt. 1

I Shouldn’t Have Said Anything

Beer Run

I know

Angel Wings and Lattes

Not that Kind of Lonely

Imagine Series:

Sex Hair Masterlist (In progress)


Imagine Castiel going back to heaven |(Pt. 2)

Imagine Castiel bringing home a kitten

Imagine teaching Castiel how to dance

Imagine dean telling you that Castiel has feelings for you

Imagine meeting Castiel for the first time and being crazy flirty with him (Implied Smut)

Imagine sneaking around with Castiel when the Winchesters aren’t home

Misha x Reader


Co Workers Masterlist 

Don’t Worry, Princess (Pt. 1) (Pt. 2) (Pt. 3)

One shots:

Maybe You Should Apologize

Count on Me


Morning Sickness

This Town

Why do you Think I call her Kitten?

Tulips or Daisies?


The One That Got Away

Dear Future Husband


Did Anyone Order Extra Sausage?

I Love You Too, Misha

Sam x Reader

One Shots:

Cries in the Night

Boyfriend/Girlfriend Feelings

Is That Okay?

Jealousy (Sam x Reader x Castiel)

Figured You Out

I’m Too Tired for This!

Post Workout Shower


Just Relax

Hunters Don’t Eat Truffles


Imagine telling Sam you love him

Jared x Reader

One shots:

More Like Her

Hey Lovebirds (Jensen x Sister!Reader)

I’m Glad you Made it

I Hope you Dance (Jared x Sister!Reader)

Dean x Reader


Seeing is Believing MASTERLIST (In Progress)

One Shots:

The Wild Elk Lodge

Eye Candy


Name’s Dean by the Way

Letters From Home

Beer and Tacos

It Was Long Overdue

Just Friends

Jensen x Reader


Unintentional (In Progress)

One shots:

It’s About Damn Time

Different For Girls


One Shots:

Jealousy (Castiel x Reader x Sam)

No Pairing

Dirty Laundry

You’re Supposed to be in the Cage (implied Matt x Reader)

Special Occasions 

500 Follower Celebration Drabbles


Hylian Retrievers

-Literally goofy goobers

-Protective AF of their masters

-OMNIVOROUS AF, They love all manner of fruit and meat and fish and can pretty much share every meal W/ you [plus they don’t beg they pray to Hylia that you’ll give them noms too]

-They have a pelt sorta like a husky/golden mix very soft and plush and lil’ velvet ears

-SUPER obedient and love to do tricks but still lil’ goofy goobers


-Some mixture of what would be real world Clydesdales/quarter horse/shires

-The SOFTEST manes

-They don’t have the same strength in swimming as real world horses and that’s why Link can’t hold their mane and be tugged along while they swim

-They don’t NEED shoes as they’re very hard hooved but all members of Hyrule just sorta agree it’s nicer to give them shoes 

-They have better hearing than real world horses

-2 people can easily ride them and they LOVE the attention

-Easy to make bombproof


- Deer are some mixture of elk/other various cervines that are larger and stronger than real world deer

- The birds are still connected with a world in the sky 

- Fish are smarter in BOTW than their real world counterparts

- Bears have stronger backs than real world counterparts

Dean Masterlist

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Fics containing adult content (smut) will be italicized. Please assume all of my series have adult content.

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Seeing Is Believing (In Progress)

One Shots:

Casual Affair

Round Two?

The Wild Elk Lodge

Eye Candy


Name’s Dean by the Way

Beer and Tacos

It was Long Overdue

Just Friends

Theodore’s Journals: Red Year 

I spent five or more years wishing that it would never happen. Apart of me hoped that the vision was merely a misdirection weaved by the deadric prince, another trick disguised as truth. Each day was leaden with grim anticipation, and I had no proof in warning the people of Vvardenfell. How would anyone be convinced that I saw a vision of Red Mountain’s eruption? What if I was solely responsible for the mass panic of thousands of people as they fled from a catastrophe that was never fated to happen? The wisdom in me knew that this was all a facet, that the vile being in the black book could change the reflection of fate in whichever way I turned it. Perhaps I could warn the masses, and destruction would never happen. Perhaps I could never tell anyone outside of those I trust and the vision would play out nonetheless.

Hermaeus Mora holds the truth that is too lofty to know. The kind of epiphanies that one does not ask for. If I would of had the choice to return this offering, I would gladly do so, but a responsibility has placed itself upon my shoulders, growing heavily with each syllable spoken out loud.


I took my earnings with House Telvanni and bought myself a room in the village of Riften. A small hold in the province of Skyrim that lay just across the Velothi mountains, a place and culture that strangely unfamiliar despite how physically similar I was to the nords. The group I traveled with was treated with an immediate hostility, having entered the hold in a guar drawn caravan, but once I had separated to find the inn there was a much warmer accommodation. I didn’t need to enunciate my fluent dunmeris to gain the favor of strangers, but despite it all, I felt as if my traveling companions shouldn’t have been treated so differently.

A few days passed, and then a month. I spent the time taking walks through the birch forests that reminded me of Solstheim, with the towering peak of what I learned to be called The Throat of the World. On one side of the Velothi pass was this land of ash and creatures I had grown accustomed to, with the fiery peak at it’s center. Here, was an endless expanse of woods with deer, elk, wild horses, and the odd black birds that gathered in a curious flock around me. It was pleasant to be rid of the responsibilities of House Telvanni, to be alone and practice magic under the influence of herbal medicine while the solemn snowcapped peak stood tall like an ominous giant. The contrast felt like I had traversed into a liminal space of serene solitude. Perhaps I never belonged to Morrowind after all.

I may return, if the vision of Hermaeus Mora was false. I know my father would love to see this land and hunt it’s game. My mother must have passed through here on her journey as well, seen what I see now long before I was born. I should write them, perhaps convince them to move here to ease my anxiety.  


Summer was pleasant in The Rift, unlike the humid heat of Sadrith Mora. The air was clean and dry with fields of verdant grass growing beneath the soil. After a day at the market I brought home my supplies for the trek west, this time on horseback. The skies stretched endlessly without a cloud in sight, but along the cliffside I could see the familiar plume from the eastern peak of Morrowind. A terrible feeling brewed, with such visibility rare and nostalgic. I couldn’t pinpoint where it derived but the tremors beneath the earth were much deeper than before.

…and then the ground violently jolted.

The horse whinnied, nervous and confused, as my eyes directed towards the east. Without break or blinking I gazed at the pale smoke that billowed up from a fiery maw, red streaks pouring out in mile-long stretches that were visible from so far away. For a moment I felt like I had traipsed upon a vivid nightmare fueled by my paranoia, but the waking moment never came as the tiny spec on the horizon collapsed upon itself and threw ash into the otherwise cloudless expanse of sky.

A desperation struck my heart as I ordered the horse forward as fast as it’s legs could carry. Dropping supplies and trampling the loose dirt road that served as a shortcut to Riften. I passed the fort and carried on towards the Velothi mountains alongside the bewildered travelers whose eyes remained affixed to to the ever growing plume. Within the valley clearing we all watched in disbelief, a mariner’s telescope was passed between us all. When it was my turn to look, to take in the reality of what had happened as the only visible parts of Vvardefell appeared black and streaked with lava.

Ald’ruhn, Caldera, the Zanab camps, the Urshilaku tribes, perhaps even Balmora and Gnaar Mok…so many civilizations now under a black sheet of molten stone. My heart sank until I could feel nothing. I couldn’t even feel the fall as my knees collapsed to the ground and the rest of my body followed. The Yanimimbal camps, they had to have been… my mother, father, Yan-Ilu…everyone.



My vision faded to black.


I awakened the next day, in a yurt much like the few I was familiar with since childhood. A row of people laid adjacently next to me, mostly dunmer coughing up soot and tending to their wounds both physically and mentally. At first I assumed this was a dream, picking myself up to shuffle through the healers and mourners exiting the shear cloth flap that was caked in dust. The air was thick and hazy, neither peaks were visible through the white fog and snow. How odd, it normally did not snow this far south in mid summer and the air felt too dry and hot. Someone had even brought my horse to the stables and wrapped cloth around it’s muzzle.

…and then, in my own postponed shock, I realized that the soft feathery flakes falling from the sky was ash.

I can not even begin to describe the sudden emotional pain I felt. I would have rather lost a limb, and eye, even my own voice, than endure this sense of loss. I battled with the idea that nothing happened, trudging my way through drifts of grey powder as my lungs heaved with every hastened step forward. I could make it to the shores on foot in a couple nights if I kept up this pace. The Velothi Valley was crowded with survivors from the inland region who built tents and silently gazed ahead. My body strained against the ash, both at my feet and in my lungs, screaming in physical pain like a demand to stop, but yet I pushed forward as if my grief was a shadowy predator behind me.

Rows, and rows, and rows of yurts. All weighed down by debris. The corpses of exausted guar settled under evergreen trees, life expended by loyally leading their masters and families to saftey. I should have heeded that warning of blind dedication as I began to cough violently, leaning against the lantern post for balance. I had not noticed a stranger approach me in sympathy as a grey hand laid itself upon my shoulder.

“There’s nothing there but death.” The hoarse grain of his voice caught my attention. I looked up to see a dunmer, scar across one eye and clean shaven. He appeared to acknowledge the tattoos across my face long before I replied in dunmeris.

“Are you certian?” I rasped, a semblance of my rationality seemed to have returned as this mer spoke.

“Yes, but we will survive. We are different from outlanders. I still have a task to do and I have a feeling that you do too.”

The words remained true in my memory for years after. I replied with nothing more than a nod of respect, slowly and carefully making my way back to Riften. Although my mind was quarrelsome I had to remember why I left Vvardenfell. I had ties in High Rock that were still left open in the wind.


That thing of that poor kid getting attacked by a sea lion in Vancouver is so frustrating to me! First of all it’s not really funny, sea lions can fuck you up, they are not basically seals (seals alone can fuck you up and even kill you! Sea lions are bigger!!) and it’s rare that they attack people but they ARE super territorial and can be aggressive so idk why a bunch of people would see a sea lion and get out there trying to TOUCH IT? That girl could have been killed, which is just… I mean, I don’t see the humour. Second of all just Stop doing this with animals, like I get that you are in a city but you live in British Columbia, where there are several species of bears, there are cougars, there are moose on the mainland, there are elk, like, BC wild animals are generally no joke! I get that it’s less of a concern in an urban environment but I grew up with like, cougar drills for when there were cougar sightings around my elementary school (which there frequently were!), when I was a kid you were supposed to always walk home with a buddy- not because of predatory PEOPLE, but because of literal apex predator animals who lived in the woods around our town. If you want to interact with wildlife, go to a bird sanctuary and feed some ducks. Don’t antagonize a fucking sea lion and DONT teach kids to do that! You’re gonna get a child killed!