extended borders

I’m writing this because I’m heartbroken and I think writing out my feelings will be cathartic. We have one week left with Emma Swan. I can say without any hesitation Emma Swan became my favorite character of all time from the very second she walked on screen in the pilot. I have never felt more connected to a show than I have with Once Upon A Time. I think most people can pinpoint a specific show they connected deeply to and will always love. Once Upon A Time is that show for me.

Jennifer Morrison’s announcement seemed like a nail in the coffin to me. I poured so much into gathering news for this show, reporting on it, pouring my love into it. Now here we are, at the end. Whether the show continues into a season 7 or not, it will be vastly different. I’ve said it over and over, but It’s finally hit me just what that means. It feels real now. I’ve shed lots of real tears this morning. I think Kelly described it best when she said that last night we were celebrating a wedding and this week will feel like a funeral.

Regardless of how sad I am, I can’t help but reflect on what this show has done for me. It brought me my best friends who I would never have met had it not been for this show. We have an unending bond now that extends past the borders of this show. It brought me confidence when I created this blog, had fun working on it, and connected with so many other fans of the show. It actually got me to Comic Con last year which I never would have dreamed of attending! It made me happy every single Sunday night at 8pm. It provided me with countless happy encounters, headcanons, fics, gifs, videos, and discussions with so many beautiful people. For all of that, I am grateful.

As we bid Jennifer Morrison farewell, I mourn for the loss of Emma Swan, but smile for her existence. I am so grateful for Jen and all she poured into this favorite character of mine. Wherever Once Upon A Time goes from here, I am forever thankful for all it’s brought to so many people. A Happy Beginning now is ours. ♥

Die Bastei is a rock formation towering above the Elbe river in the Sandstone Mountains of Sachsen, Eastern Germany. Reaching 305 m above sea level, its jagged rocks were formed by water erosion over 1 million years ago. They are situated near Rathen, not far from Pirna near Dresden, and are the main landmark of the Saxon Switzerland National Park. They are part of a climbing and hiking area that extends over the border into the Bohemian Switzerland in the Czech Republic. The Bastei has been a tourist attraction for over 200 years. The spa town of Rathen is the main base for visiting; the town can be reached from Dresden by paddle steamer on the river Elbe.

Hi guys I’m back! Since I’m planning on posting more stuff for this au, I decided to make this post to organize it a bit by adding all the links here. Whenever something new is posted, I’ll update this.

  1. Early doodles
  2. Lost in the woods
  3. °˖✧* (/^▽^)/✧*˖° 
  4. The New Mystery Trio
  5. Little Night Terror
  6. Questionably edible
  7. Dipper with the Henchmaniacs
  8. Found in the woods
  9. Seal the deal in blood
  10. Dipper’s mindscape 
    1. part 1
    2. part 2


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Alphonse Mucha (1860–1939, Czech)

Decorative prints: the tetraptychs

Mucha was an influential Czech painter and decorative artist of the turn of the century. His elegant depictions of females in neoclassical robes became an overnight sensation in Paris, where what was originally termed the “Mucha style” came to be known as Art Nouveau. Over the next few years he was highly sought-after for his skill in producing aesthetically beautiful advertising posters, and after finding how often these posters were stolen from walls, a considerable industry in printing reproductions for home display emerged.

His later career was primarily focused on oil painting, and most of the posters and designs that he is best-known for were produced in less than a decade, between 1895 and 1902, which must be one of the most intense periods of inspiration in artistic history. Alongside advertisements and other figurative prints for home display, Mucha was also what might nowadays be termed as a graphic designer: his compendium Documents décoratifs (1901) was a collection of drawings including figures, cutlery, typeface, jewellery, furniture and decorative panel designs that could spread his aesthetic ideas and serve as models for craftsmen and students of art and design. Mucha’s response to the positive reaction to his art at the 1900 Universal Exhibition in Paris indicates a viewpoint similar to William Morris’s Arts & Crafts Movement in England “I think [the Exposition Universelle] made some contribution toward bringing aesthetic values into arts and crafts” .

Many of Mucha’s best-known works are four-part series depicting women personifying themes of nature: the best known being his three series of the seasons. This gallery collects most of these works.

A note about reproductions: Mucha’s style was defined by its delicate utilisation of pastel colour. Over the years, with hundreds of reprints and iterative versions, the Mucha we see today is often a lot brighter and more saturated than it originally would have been. As such, take the colouration of online reproductions of Mucha’s work with criticism. The framing of the works, whether they include the titles or not, etc, have also varied considerably depending on the reprint, with some having extended decorative borders, and others with the borders entirely absent. More than any other artist, Mucha’s legacy is more of a template of poses and styles than finalised designs in his most popular works.

And now, a sort-of fairytale

“Stay out of the woods”, people tell their children, “Children who don’t listen to their parents get stolen away by the imps and the goblins.” 

“Don’t stray from the path,” they tell their daughters, “There are hungry wolves there who will deceive you.”

“Don’t tarry after nightfall,” they tell their sons, “And don’t speak to strangers.”

The woods are not safe. The woods are harsh and cold and the trees stand so closely together that one can scarcely breathe when stealing across its borders. Anyone walking beneath the dark green roof knows too well the feeling of eyes on their backs, of being watched with suspicion and anger and hunger.

The woods are not safe. There are wolves and bears that speak like men and curious little creatures who demand that you guess their name. So the villagers say in nervous whispers as they hear of yet another child disappearing. But children do not seem to fear the woods. They sit on doorsteps and fences listening to the wind whistle through the branches like the tones of a ghostly flute, and wonder if goblins really do steal naughty children.

Two children are left in the forest alone by desperate parents. The brother leaves a trail of breadcrumbs, hoping they will find their way home. When they wake in the evening, the trail is gone. “Animals must have eaten them,” they say to each other in dismay.

There are no animals in the forest. 

There is not a single insect or bird that dares to nest in any of the trees. No elves nor fairies nor imps nor goblins. There are only the trees, and the trees watch. Some bend their branches low to offer fruit to the children that listen to their music. They cradle the children in long strands of vines, let the wind howl through the branches, and the children forget. They forget their homes and their parents and their lives before stepping under the leaves. 

They join all the other children of the forest, neither human nor tree, with flesh on their bones and sap in their veins. They run freely through the trees for years, but as the children of the forest grow older, they slow, and eventually stop. They put down roots, they grow tall and strong, they stretch out their arms and they wait. One day one of them who is not quite old enough to join his brothers and sisters and aunts and uncles leaves the woods for the first time since he and his sister were abandoned there long ago.

The forest is old, and it does not produce seedlings on its own. Young trees must be found elsewhere as the forest extends its borders. 

Elsewhere, there is a town in need of aid. Vermin have flooded the streets, the houses, carrying disease with them. A strange young man in a tunic of patches enters their town and offers to rid them of the rats. He takes from his belt a flute carved from a fallen branch, and it sounds like wind singing through the trees.

On Spider Houses and Greed within The Legend of Zelda

​“If you lift the curse … I’ll teach you … something good … Hurry … Please … This is awful … In here … The gold ones … The cursed spiders … Defeat them all … Make me normal … again … .”

- The Cursed Man, Majora’s Mask

“Human desire is an insatiable,
fearsome thing … even to a demon!
But then again, I suppose it’s also
what makes your kind so intriguing … .”

​- Batreaux, Skyward Sword

Above: The Cursed Man of the Fearful Spider House

Introduction

For me, and perhaps many readers, one of the most powerful images from The Legend of Zelda retained by memory is that of the House of Skulltula in Ocarina of Time’s Kakariko Village. Nestled in the midst of the most ostensibly peaceful location in Hyrule is an unassuming grey house, which, as we learn from the townsfolk, has a dark history and a necessary moral lesson. An elderly villager in Kakariko gives us this history: “Folks around here tell of a fabulously rich family that once lived in one of the houses in this village … But they say that the entire family was cursed due to their greed! Who knows what might happen to those who are consumed by greed.” [1] This tale is corroborated by the cursed father within the House of Skulltula, who tells Link of the curse on his family. Avarice fed his unquenchable desires, and before long, such vice led to the Curse of the Spider, here represented by Gold Skulltulas – themselves a perceptible symbol of greed. In order to dispel the spider’s curse, Link must destroy Gold Skulltulas the world over, collecting them as he goes; and in doing this, he also destroys a visible manifestation of greed and selfishness in Hyrule. [2]

Oft talked about, but little understood, the Spider Houses inhabiting both Hyrule and Termina hold a subtle fascination commonly overshadowed by rising plot, climax, and resolution. Spider Houses do not play pivotal roles in furthering the story, but they often augment small side-chapters parallel to the larger story with parables, morals, and mysteries. They also sound a clarion call against avarice, warning of greed’s corrupting influence on the face of the human soul.

As true in all societies and all places, the Curse of the Spider can take root in any human being, so it should be unsurprising that we also find people consumed with, and transformed by, greed within the parallel realm of Termina.

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Alex Doesn’t Give a Fuck,

According to legend, the Gordian Knot was a large mass of knotted ropes attached to the tongue of an oxcart in Telmissus in Asia Minor, now modern Turkey. According to the legend, the knot was created by a peasant farmer name Gordias, who was made king after an eagle landed on his cart, symbolizes approval from the gods that he should rule. The Gordian Knot became a local attraction, the ancient equivalent of the largest ball of twine, located in Cawker City, Kansas.

When Alexander the Great marched through Asia Minor, he was on a mission to conquer the mighty Persian Empire, of which Telmissus was a part of. An oracle prophesied that he who untied the knot would conquer Asia. Naturally many kings and lords made attempts, but ultimately failed when they were unable to find any loose ends.  

As Alexander and his army marched through Asia Minor he made a stop at Telmissus to take a crack at it.  After carefully examining the knot, he drew his sword and violently hacked it apart. No fucks were given.

Alexander the Great went on to conquer the Persian Empire and more, extending the borders of his Macedonian kingdom as far east as India, because yolo. 

But why, it may be asked, do the petals vary in number? Why, for instance, are there 4 in the Muladhara and 6 in the Svadhishthana? The answer given is that the number of petals in any Chakra is determined by the number and position of the Nadis or Yoga-nerves around that Chakra. Thus, four Nadis surrounding and passing through the vital movements of the Muladhara Chakra, give it he appearance of a lotus of four petals which are thus configurations made by the positions of Nadis at any particular centre. These Nadis are not those which are known to the Vaidya. The latter are gross physical nerves. But the former, here spoken of, are called Yoga-Nadis and are subtle channels (Vivaras) along which the Pranic currents flow. The term Nadi comes from the root Nad which means motion. The body is filled with an uncountable number of Nadis. If they were
revealed to the eye, the body would present the appearance of a highly-complicated chart of ocean currents. Superficially the water seems one and the same. But examination shows that it is moving with varying degrees of force in all directions. All these lotuses exist in the spinal columns. The Merudanda is the vertebral column. Western anatomy divides it into five regions; and it is to be noted in corroboration of the theory here expounded that these correspond with the regions in which the five Chakras are situated. The central spinal system comprises the brain or encephalon contained within the skull (in which are the Lalana, Ajna, Manas, Soma Chakras and the Sahasrara); as also the spinal cord extending from the upper border of the Atlas below the cerebellum and descending to the second lumbor vertebra where it tapers to a point called the filum terminale. Within the spine is the cord, a compound of grey and white brain matter, in which are the five lower Chakras. It is noteworthy that the filum terminale was formerly thought to be a mere fibrous cord, an unsuitable vehicle, one might think, for the Muladhara Chakra and Kundalini Sakti. More recent microscopic investigations have, however, disclosed the existence of highly sensitive grey matter in the filum terminale which represents the position of the Muladhara. According to Western science, the spinal cord is not merely a conductor between the periphery and the centres of sensation and volition, but is also an independent centre or group of centres. The Sushumna is a
Nadi in the centre of the spinal column. Its base is called Brahma-Dvara or Gate of Brahman. As regards the physiological relations of the Chakras all that can be said with any degree of certainty is that the four above Muladhara have relation to the genito-excretory, digestive, cardiac and respiratory functions and that the two upper centres, the Ajna (with associated Chakras) and the Sahasrara denote various forms of its cerebral activity ending in the repose of Pure Consciousness therein gained through Yoga. The Nadis of each side Ida and Pingala are the left and right sympathetic cords crossing the central column from one side to the other, making at the Ajna with the Sushumna a threefold knot called Triveni; which is said to be the spot in the Medulla where the
sympathetic cords join together and whence they take their origin—these Nadis together with the two lobed Ajna and the Sushumna forming the figure of the Caduceus of the God Mercury which is said by some to represent them.

Wonderlands And Hyrule

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As of late, Wonderland had become far wider, more vast than it once was. The borders having extended them selves into a bigger world. As a result of this, it had led Alice to find a Looking Glass here, and there… Of which led her into places far more than where she had expected. This was one of those- as she found herself into a strange world. That blasted Cheshire Cat had encouraged her to take the leap, sate her curiosity. Now look.

“Mangy cat… No help at all. Now I can’t even call my self lost, without any idea of a destination.”

The air smelled different here, and felt strange. Hairs on the back of the woman’s neck stood on end, every instinct screaming to investigate. But where did one even start in a place she had no knowledge of? She was still getting her eyes to adjust too the sunlight here.

“Now I don’t even know east from west.”

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One of the world’s oldest civilizations, Armenia once included Mount Ararat, which biblical tradition identifies as the mountain that Noah’s ark rested on after the flood. 

According to Genesis, …the boat came to rest on a mountain in the Ararat range. Ararat, located in the heart of Armenia, was a Holy Mountain for the peoples of the ancient world. Many ancient scriptures placed the Biblical Garden of Eden in the Land of Armenia also called the Land of Ararat. Thus, the territory of the Armenian Plateau is regarded as the cradle of civilization, the initial point for the further spreading of mankind all around the world.

The oldest myths reflect the wars of ancient Armenians against the neighboring Assyrians. Haik, considered the patriarch of the Armenian people, led his army to defeat the Assyrian giant Baeleus. By approximately 2100 BC, the first Armenian state was founded known as Hayasa. Even now, Armenians call themselves Hai (pronounced high), and their country - Haik or Haiastan, in honor of Haik. The Hittite scripts also mention a Haiasa country. Meanwhile, the Assyrian cuneiform writings designate Armenia as Urartu (Arartu), which means Ararat.

The Old Testament also associates Armenia with the Mount Ararat (the Kingdom of Ararat). In ancient times, Armenia was equally associated with the rivers Tigris, Euphrates, Araks and Kura. That is why the neighboring Assyrians also called Armenia, Nairi, standing for Riverland, Country of Rivers. Haik, once thought to be just a hero of an epic legend, is presently accepted by some researches as an actual chieftain of Armens in the 3rd millennium BC. Historians proved that later Haik was deified and proclaimed the prime god in the pantheon of gods in the pagan Armenia. One of Haik’s most famous scions, Aram, considerably extended the borders of his country, transforming it into a powerful state. Since then, Greeks and Persian began to call the country Armenia, i.e. the country of Aram.

Aram’s son, Ara the Beautiful succeeded him. A very romantic Armenian legend tells that Ara was so handsome that the Assyrian Queen Semiramis (the same who founded Babylon and planted its marvelous hanging gardens) fell in love with him. Ara repeatedly rejected her love proposals until the desperate queen began war with him. The Assyrians troops won the furious battle, and Ara was killed, in despite of Semiramis’s order to preserve his life. Inconsolable Semiramis reputed to be sorceress took his body and tried in vain to enliven him. When Armenians advanced to avenge their leader, she disguised one of her lovers and spread the rumor that Gods brought Ara back to life. As a result, the war was ceased.

Under Tigranes the Great the Armenian empire reached its height and became one of the most powerful in Asia, stretching from the Caucasus to Egypt. It was the first country in the world to officially embrace Christianity as its religion (c. 300) Armenians speak a unique language considered one of the archaic still spoken today, a language with a graphically unique alphabetical writing system that was introduced around 405 AD by Mesrop Mashtots, 

Throughout most of its long history,  Armenia has been invaded by a succession of empires. Under constant threat of domination by foreign forces, Armenians became both cosmopolitan as well as fierce protectors of their culture and tradition. 

Captain America is a hero that stands for too many conservative western values, which is not to be tolerated in the forsaken landscape of current Marvel comics. So they had to tinker with the character motivations of the hero and the villain. Since all they have in their arsenal is everyone I don’t like is Hitler they had their Hitler character just start saying things their political opponents would say. Try to confuse and muddle the ideological playing field by claiming the hero and the villain want the same thing. Make even mild patriotism synonymous with third reich authoritarian nationalism. Saying hey let’s have borders and waging war on the world to extend your borders are the same thing right? When your opposition has completely reasonable arguments…just put them in the mouth of an insane dictator right… let’s make them sound ridiculous. Problem is not everyone is that stupid. When you call even minimal defense of American (western) values nazism (hydra) to anyone with half a brain this doesn’t discredit the values Captain America stood for it simply discredits the villain status of your villains. They tried to make Cap the bad guy but instead made Red Skull a good guy. If you make hydra synonymous with conservative/libertarian values you just made hydra a good thing and to anyone whose beliefs are based in ideas and not just labels they would have no problem making it the new label/symbol for those beliefs.

Of course none of this made for a good story, none of it was believable. It was a failed ideological assassination attempt of a fictional character. I was never a big Captain America fan I don’t care about the comics too much, it just blows my mind how petty and transparent that whole thing was. It annoys me how entertainment value was tossed out the window and pushing a political agenda took the steering wheel. And I absolutely love that the response was complete rejection and the resounding response of “hail hydra.”

Coliseum Square, New Orleans, LA. Following the 1803 Louisiana Purchase, the increasing number of Americans settling in New Orleans moved upriver of the Vieux Carré to create their own residential neighborhoods. Madame Delord-Sarpy hired Barthélémy Lafon, a French architect, engineer, and surveyor, to subdivide her plantation into a new Faubourg, or suburb, beyond the city’s colonial boundaries. Envisioning a classical-style neighborhood, Lafon’s 1806 design laid out an oblong grid of city blocks with a roughly triangular-shaped park at its center that was intended to be the focal point of the community’s social and intellectual life. The streets created out of these previously Jesuit-owned plantation lands were named for the nine muses of Greek mythology; the name of the three-acre park derives from a planned, though never-constructed, Roman-style Collesée, or coliseum. Lafon accomplished the drainage necessary on the swampy lands by designing two tree-lined canals (later filled) extending along the bordering streets of the park that emptied into a semi-circular basin at the Melpomene Street end. The park was planted with water oaks, tallow, and China trees. An improvement project in 1895 called for the installation of curbing, two fountains connected by curved walks, a fish pond, and three plastered-over-brick circular basins. In the mid-1970s, subsequent to renewed interest in the neighborhood and its architecture and the 1972 formation of the Coliseum Square Association, a park restoration completed by the landscape architecture firm Charles Caplinger and Associates introduced new walks, paved areas, lighting, benches, and two water features, one of which remains. Coliseum Square is part of the Lower Garden District, which was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1972.

Simulacra

~6.1k words

Characters: Furuta Nimura, Arima Kishou, Mentions of Kaneki Ken and a few others.

Pairings: Furuta Nimura/Arima Kishou

There are a few hints you can take as vague one-sided Furuta/Kaneki and/or Arima/Kaneki if you want, but that’s up to you.

Warnings: A lot of this is just porn; breath-play; BDSM elements; no explicit discussions of consent, safe words, or negotiation (though it is a pre-established pseudo-relationship); less than healthy relationship dynamics; some dark psychological stuff, weird self worth/self image issues idk; some gruesome imagery; discussion of canon-typical violence.

“additional tags”: pre-established non-relationship; love hotels; Raising child double agent soldiers does not produce psychologically healthy individuals - who’d have thought?; extended metaphors, some parts border on vaguely surrealist pseudo-philosophical absurdist prose poetry, obligatory lamp-shading of evil villain lair design

Notes: This started out as a joke in my head and then somehow morphed into a dark psychological study of both Furuta and Arima. With sex.

It’s currently canon compliant, but might stop being canon compliant as soon as the spoilers for :re 64 drop, and if not then, I suppose any chapter after that. Currently, it takes place during the events of :re 63.

A while ago, someone sent me a message asking what I thought Furuta might be like, deep down, in light of being raised at the Garden, possibly to be an agent of V. I didn’t answer you because I was writing this fic. So here you go, Anon, my portrait of the darker sides of Furuta’s psyche. With Porn. Lots of Porn.

Oh god. I had no idea writing porn was so hard. I have a new found respect for all those fanfic writers out there.

I just really hope Ishida stops putting Furuta in panels with hot guys because my brain seems to have a problem.

just a heads up - this is written in the limited third. Furuta is not necessarily a reliable narrator for how I see Arima, or even how I see Furuta for that matter.

heads up number two - I’ve been staring at this fic for something like 14 hours straight trying to get it done before spoilers for the next chapter come out. I’ve read it through a bunch of times, but I apologize if there are mistakes or parts that don’t flow right. I don’t really have a beta reader or anything for my TG stuff. I’m still working up to transferring all my fic over to AO3, but please, please feel free to send me con-crit here. I went to school for creative writing and I’ve done workshopping IRL. Con-crit is super appreciated. I’ve never actually written anything like this one before.

Headcanons: Furuta=Souta. Species ambiguity because I can. The CCG and V are not the good guys. At least not when it comes to raising mentally healthy child soldiers. 

Excerpt: 

“Oh, come now, Kishou-san. It certainly could have gone worse.” He jogs a few steps to keep stride slightly ahead. Arima may only be five centimeters taller, but he walks with an almost obnoxious efficiency. Like a machine. Furuta can feel the breath of Arima’s sigh against the hair on the back of his neck. This, he thinks, is a pleasant sort of shiver. He smiles wide, though Kishou cannot see it.

Arima has the keys, but Furuta slides into the drivers side of the car. Kishou stands for a moment in front, face impassive, for reasons Furuta can only guess at, before resigning himself to the reality of the situation and coming around to the passenger side. He fishes the keys out of his suit pocket, but he doesn’t hand them over. Instead, he cradles them in his lap. Sunlight filters through the tinted window of the windshield and dances between the metal of the keys and Arima’s glasses, splashing little droplets of light around the car’s interior.

Arima Kishou is a puzzle box and he’s trapped even himself inside. Which part should Furuta press down to make words come out? He really must be careful or the whole thing will only lock up tighter.


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fallout

so like…hi. new year new jeannie except not really and you have no idea wHO THE HELL I AM thats ok

i didn’t want to post fics on my main blog so here i am wowie anyways.

summary: dan breaks off his “thing” with phil and literally regrets it 2 seconds later.
song!fic sorta following the lyrics of fallout by marianas trench oops.

i can’t do summaries.

warnings: swearing??? i guess. also my AMERICANNESS so sorry. and a random OC boyf who literally has no description i just needed a dude’s name sorry. 

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an empty room, i’m empty too
and everything reminds me of you

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lapis lazuli [ gargrunkle!stan x reader ]

gravity falls was a weird town. that you knew. you’d babysat for stan a few times, watching after mabel and dipper whenever he had to be away for a day or longer. during that time, you’d seen enough to realize that the town wasn’t like most. this side of supernatural and improbable, you’d grown used to most of the goings ons of the place.

however, coming back from a family trip to find out that everyone in the town had turned into some sort of nonhuman or half-human creature was a bit more shocking than finding out that gnomes exist.

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5/25/15

Eurycea lucifuga-Cave Salamander

Geographic Range                  

Found throughout most of Kentucky, reaching up into the southwest tip of Ohio and into much of southern Indiana.  From there, the range extends from the southern tip of Illinois, southern Missouri, northern Arkansas, the northeast tip of Oklahoma and the southeast tip  of Kansas.  The range also covers central and eastern Tennessee, the northern portions of Georgia, Alabama, and Mississippi, and extends up the border between the Virginias. Breeding occurs from September to February (possibly later in some areas), and can occur twice in the same year.  Females have been found with 5-120 eggs. Eggs have only rarely been found, they are laid singly, apparently in deep recesses in cave streams and springs (Collins, et. al, 1995, Petranka 1998).  Small larvae, approximately 17.5 mm, emerge that are uniform in color with three longitudinal rows of spots and a broad tail fin. E. lucifuga eat many kinds of invertebrates, including many kinds of insects, mites, ticks, isopods, earthworms, and other soft-bodied creatures. At least one study has found juvenile slimy salamanders (Plethodon glutinosus) in the stomachs of specimens of this species (Petranka, 1998).  It has a baletoid tongue which it uses in combination with a short lunge to capture its prey, being able to fully extend the tongue in approximately 5.5 milliseconds (Deban 1996).  They have long, angled vomerine teeth accompanied by parasphenoid teeth which form club-shaped patches

This species is endangered in Kansas, but currently has no federal status.  Activities by humans in and around the caves in addition to groundwater pollution have been thought to be the potential sources of the decline in populations.

Information from ADW

I was going through unhinged and one card in particular really confused me.

Not because i don’t understand it, but because i do. IT’s from an un-set but i can’t find anything particularly un-set about it. It looks entirely like an genuine and reasonable magic card (apart from extended art and silver border) that would see black border print. I’m baffled by the fact there’s nothing weird about it.

Mayor Cardinal announced today that – after months of extending loans and other budgetary aid to the struggling community – her and Mayor Cardozo of Desert Bluffs agreed that the path to financial stability lay in (I can’t believe I’m saying this) merging the two towns.

As of this week, Night Vale’s borders will extend to include the dumb buildings that used to belong to Desert Bluffs, and all the weirdos that for some reason chose to live there.

anonymous asked:

The reason for Dipper and Mabel being separated could somehow involve Bill. Maybe he knew they would ruin his plans if they grew up together

hm!!! that is an idea worth considering. dipper did have an encounter with bill when he was younger in this au so he’s definitely been keeping tabs on the kid. i guess it depends on whether or not bill’s power extends beyond the borders of gravity falls.