fishing kills the sea

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Video exploration of California’s Salton Sea, including some of its history and how it looks today - basically an abandoned, desert, environmental disaster. Original caption:

Deep in the desert of southern California sits one of the worst environmental sites in America—a former tourist destination that has turned into a toxic soup: the Salton Sea.

The sea was born by accident 100 years ago, when the Colorado River breached an irrigation canal; for the next two years the entire volume of the river flowed into the Salton Sink, one of the lowest places on Earth. The new lake became a major tourist attraction, with resort towns springing up along its shores. Yet with no outflow, and with agricultural runoff serving as its only inflow, the sea’s waters grew increasingly toxic. Farm chemicals and ever-increasing salinity caused massive fish and bird die-offs. Use of the sea for recreational activities plummeted, and by the 1980s its tourist towns were all but abandoned.

The skeletons of these structures are still there; ghost towns encrusted in salt. California officials acknowledge that if billions of dollars are not spent to save it, the sea could shrink another 60 percent in the next 20 years, exposing soil contaminated with arsenic and other cancerous chemicals to strong winds. Should that dust become airborne, it would blow across much of southern California, creating an environmental calamity.

The Norse Gods and their functions

Major gods

Baldur - God of beauty, innocence, peace, and rebirth. Consort: Nanna. Dead, Killed by Loki, who tricked his blind brother Hodr into killing him with a spear of mistletoe.
Borr - Father of Óðinn, Vili and Ve. Consort: Bestla
Bragi - God of poetry, music and the harp. Consort: Iðunn.
Búri - Ruler of Prehistory, the first god and father of Borr.
Dagur - God of the daytime, son of Delling and Nótt.
Delling - God of dawn and father of Dagur by Nótt.
Eir - Goddess of healing.
Ēostre - Goddess of spring.
Elli - Goddess of old age.
Forseti - God of justice, peace and truth. Son of Baldr and Nanna.
Freyja - Goddess of love, fertility, and battle. Consort: Óður.
Freyr - God of fertility. Consort: Gerð.
Frigg - Goddess of marriage and motherhood. Consort: Óðinn. Can also be pronounced “Frigga”.
Fulla - Frigg´s handmaid.
Gefjun - Goddess of fertility and plough.
Hel - Queen of Helheim, the Norse underworld.
Heimdallur - One of the Æsir and guardian of Ásgarð, their realm.
Hermóður - The heroic son of Odin.Tried to rescue Baldur.
Hlín - Goddess of consolation and protection.
Höðr - God of winter. Killed by Vali.
Hœnir - The silent god.
Iðunn - Goddess of youth. Consort: Bragi.
Jörð - Goddess of the Earth. Mother of Þórr by Óðinn.
Kvasir - God of inspiration. Killed by Dwarves.
Lofn - Goddess of forbidden loves.
Loki - Trickster and god of mischief . Consort: Sigyn (also called Saeter).
Magni - God of strength. Son of Thor.
Máni - God of the Moon.
Mímir - Óðinn´s uncle. Decapitated by Vanir.
Nanna - Goddess of joy and peace, an Ásynja married with Baldr and mother to Forseti. Died because of Baldur’s death.
Nerþus - A goddess mentioned by Tacitus. Her name is connected to that of Njörðr.
Njörður - God of sea, wind, fish, and wealth. Killed in Ragnarok.
Nótt - Goddess of night, daughter of Narvi and mother of Auð, Jörð and Dagur by Naglfari, Annar and Delling, respectively.
Óðinn - The “All Father” God of war, associated with wisdom, poetry, and magic (The Ruler of the gods).
Sága - An obscure goddess, possibly another name for Frigg.
Rán - Goddess of the sea.
Sif - Wife of Thor. Goddess of harvest.
Sjöfn - Goddess of love.
Skaði - Goddess of winter; Njörðr’s wife.
Snotra - Goddess of prudence.
Sol (Sunna) - Goddess of Sun. Swallowed by Skoll.
Thor - son of Óðinn God of thunder and battle. Consort: Sif.
Thruer - daughter of Thor and Sif.
Týr - God of war. Also the god of the skies.
Ullr - God of ski/winter, hunt, and duel. Son of Sif.
Váli - God of revenge.
Vár - Goddess of contract.
- One of the three gods of creation. Brother of Óðinn and Vili.
Víðarr - God of the forest, revenge and silence.
Vör - Goddess of wisdom.
Yggdrasil - Tree of life. Connects the 9 worlds.


Lesser figures

Ægir - Ruler of the sea. Consort: Rán.
Andhrímnir - Cook of the gods.
Aurvandil - A minor character in the Skáldskaparmál with cognates in other Germanic tales.


Lists of Norse gods and goddesses contained in the Prose Edda

Gods

Gylfaginning (20-34)
Óðinn
Þór
god of thunder
Baldur
Njörður
Freyr
Týr
Bragi
Heimdal
Thor
Höðr
Víðar
Áli or Váli
Ullr
Forseti

Skáldskaparmál (1)
Óðinn
Þór
Njörðr
Freyr
Týr
Heimdal
Bragi
Víðar
Váli
Ullr
Hœnir
Forseti

Þula
Ygg
Þór god of thunder
Yngvi-Freyr
Víðar
Baldur
Váli
Heimdal
Týr
Njörðr
Bragi
Höðr
Forsseih
Od

Loki


Goddesses

Gylfaginning (35)
Frigg
Sága
Eir
Gefjon
Fulla
Freyja
Sjöfn
Lofn
Vár
Vör
Syn
Hlín
Snotra
Gná
Sol
Bil

Skáldskaparmál (1)
Frigg
Freyja
Gefjon
Iðunn
Gerd
Sigyn
Fulla
Nanna

Þula
Frigg
Freyja
Fulla
Snotra
Gerð
Gefjon
Gná
Lofn
Skadi
Jörð
Iðunn
Ilm
Bil
Njörun
Hlín
Nanna
Hnoss
Rind
Sjöfn
Sol
Sága
Sigyn
Vör
Vár
Syn
Þrúð
Rán

Ohhh nooooo @iscoppie drew this suit sans and it’s so perfect, I can tell it’s going to cause me problems oh nooooooo…..

And then @drowninginfelines said he would be a sloppy drunk and oh no

oh no he would 

*whispers* oh noooooo

Hm? What’s that @theslowesthnery they’re going to Alphys and Undyne’s wedding??? Whatttt??? Don’t you know that on my list of prohibited substances and–

noooooooo

nooo noooooo…. this is so illegal

ILLEGAL *throws tablet out of the window*

A request oh heck oh boy it’s been a while! I know both of these have been done before by others but here’s my take. (Sorry for the weird message crop my phone doesn’t like to crop beyond a certain size)

Preston - smells like hickory smoke and the wood varnish from the museum he got his uniform, and if you get close enough, he smells like apples and sweet grass and nature in the freshest sense. He especially likes baked foods, and mutfruit pie is a favorite.

Piper - smells like ink and eraser shavings, and worn leather and old newsprint. Her favorite foods are Takahashi’s noodles and sweet rolls, of course.

MacCready - smells like cigarettes and gunpowder, and a cheap aftershave he looted from a department store. It wouldn’t be an unpleasant smell, if he didn’t put too much on. His favorite foods are anything processed he doesn’t have to cook, from Salisbury steak to fancy lad cakes.

Cait - smells like whiskey, but not as strongly as you might think. She smells like sweat and leather, but not unpleasantly, with a sweeter note like hay. Her favorite food is anything that can be piled in a bowl, mixed together, and eaten in one go.

Deacon - doesn’t have a smell you can pin down. It’s always changing. He has 20 different colognes (and perfumes!) And use a different one every day. He’s been known to rub dirt or plants on himself to mask smells. He commits to the sneaky. His favorite food is, like he says, mirelurk omelettes, though anything mirelurks is good in his book.

Curie - smells pleasantly and naturally perfumed, because she mixes all of her perfumes herself from flowers. If she’s spent all day working, she may have a lingering scent of chalk or sulfur from the lab. Her favorite foods are anything with lots of fresh vegetables, gourds and tatos and melons especially.

Nick - smells like old copper pennies, and cigarettes, and a tasteful amount of a classy cologne he used to wear when he was human. His favorite foods he ate before the war were any good homemade Italian meals, especially lasagna or spaghetti and meatballs, though he did have a soft spot for the occasional corner hot dog stand.

Ada - smells like motor oil, and the chemical ozone smell left in the air after a laser blast. She doesn’t eat.

Codsworth - smells like hot metal, lemon cleaner, and clean burning thruster fuel. He doesn’t eat but his favorite thing to cook is any large roast, especially radstag. It gives him a sense of pride to get it just right.

Danse - smells like iron and rubber, and like homemade soap. Nothing flowery or spicy, just honest and clean. Though the brotherhood gruel in the mess hall is anything but flavorful, he associates it with safety and home and it’s a comfort food to him.

X6-88 - smells clinical like a hospital. All of his clothes were manufactured below ground in the institute and he wears no scents. He claims to have no favorite food but like all Gen 3s he harbors a secret love for fancy lad snack cakes.

Old Longfellow - smells very heavily of whiskey and like wool coats stored in mothballs. There’s also a lingering scent of fish oil. His favorite food is fish, preferably the biggest sea monster he can kill himself.

Gage - smells like beer and used brass bullet casings, gun powder and campfires. He doesn’t particularly care what he eats but like to soak it in beer for added flavor. He’d be the king of beer can chicken prewar.

Hancock - smells like old history textbooks, and the vapor from jet, and a little hint of cinnamon. He isn’t very discerning about food, but his favorite food is anything the people he cares most about cook for him. The fact that they were willing to do such a thing makes it taste amazing to him.

Dogmeat - smells like whatever he’s been rolling in, usually dirt or sweet grass, and the warm musky scent of dog fur. His favorite food is any bone he can get his paws on, especially Brahmin or radstag bones.
The Bestiary: Hagfish

There is just something about prehistoric ages that is flat out terrifying. For some reason the days of yore were teeming with the most repulsive, frightening creatures ever culled from the worst nightmares of a thousand horror game devs. From 2.5-meters-long centipede Arthropleura to Parapuzosia, an ammonite that measured two meters across at least, the olden days were not user friendly to modern-day humans.

NOPE

Now consider that all these horrifying fucks have died out - from the tiniest trilobite to the most enormous Godzilla-tier ground sloth. But some of them remained, unchanging despite millenia of geological and meteorological change patiently trying to fuck them over. They remained, watching, loathing. (Except for the velvet worms. Velvet worms are adorable.)

And we’re going to look at a prime example of this kind of terror today. Ladies and gentlesquids: the hagfish.

No, before you ask, Eptatretus stoutii is not some kind of throwback nematodan worm that gets a kick out of living in whales’ guts. This is, against all odds, really a fish. It is, however, from a more ancient time, and thus doesn’t yet know how to properly fish.

How ancient it is? Well, it still has no jaw.

Oh, you thought that big round opening on its head that definitely looks like a closable jaw is its mouth? Tough luck, slugger;that’s actually its nose. The mouth, on the other hand, is a horrid mix of the dreaded Vagina Dentata and sandpaper. Seriously, the lamprey has nothing on this shit.

*inhumane screaming*

Holy disturbing imagery, Batman!

but if you think this is the most disgusting thing about the hagfish, think a-fucking-gain. There’s yet more to come.

First of all, the hagfish is known for one of the most revolting, yet effective defense mechanisms in the animal world. If having an enormous vagina for a face wasn’t enough of an allusion to Hedorah already, it protects itself from the big asshole predators by flooding the surrounding water with shitloads of slime. And when I say shitloads, I mean shitloads.

These are things man was not meant to see

The hagfish’s slime is one of the best biofilaments in the entire world, being able to clog up state-of-the-art diving equipment and suffocate even the most pants-shittingly terrifying predatory animals that are more or less the Mega Evolutions of ordinary sea life. What’s even better, the hagfish can produce more or less infinite amounts of it, so if it wanted to drown human civilization in a tidal wave of slime and then feast on our souls for all eternity, it could have done it already, with relative ease.

Thankfully, it’s not interested in puny mortals. What it’s interested in is eating, eating, and then eating some more; it’s every chef’s dream client, if said chef has a stomach made of adamantium and thus he doesn’t vomit his stomach out at the way in which the hagfish eats.

This little slimy fuck is an opportunistic scavenger, which means that if it happens upon a sufficiently tasty-looking corpse, it will immediately dig in. Literally.

In order to eat, the hagfish first tears its way to the corpse’s innards. However, since it’s physically puny, it needs to boost its momentum… which it does by literally tying a knot onto itself.

WITCHCRAFT

After it breaks in, the hagfish nestles itself in the body cavity, and starts reenacting the Alien movies.

The hagfish will eat the corpse from the inside out, some parts with its eldritch, jawess mouth, but most of it with its bare skin. Oh, yeah, did I forget to mention the fact that they can eat through their skin? Silly me.

A Good Day

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader where the reader is plus size. She surprises him with a sexy dance to Feeling Good by Nina Simone, and he’s just sitting there in awe cuz damn. Sexy, but no sex involved. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @hogwarts-konoha

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It had taken a long time for me to get to this place - to a place where I was comfortable with what I saw when I looked in the mirror, but I was there now, and I was never going to let anyone take it away from me. After high school and college, feeling as though I would never love what I saw, I came into my own. I started finding clothing stores that held my size, in patterns that didn’t make me look like my grandmother’s old couch, and finally, finally, I was able to look in the mirror and point out something that I liked about my physical appearance every day. 

First it was my eyes - unique in their own way. Then it was my smile - the candid one mind you, not the picture smile, that one was still cheesy as hell. Afterwards, followed the color of my skin, the curve of my nose, and eventually, I ventured lower. My boobs were slightly two different sizes, but honestly, I was probably the only one that noticed. I started to enjoy the feeling of sleeping in my underthings; despite being alone at the time, it made me feel sexy. And lastly, I started to make piece with my stomach. I was overweight, but I took care of myself as best I could. There was a possibility I would never be happy with the way my stomach was, but this was my body and I was going to love it if no one else would love it for me.

Then Spencer came along. When I first saw him, I never thought he’d be into me. Despite my newfound confidence, I looked like I did, and he looked like a dorky model. He bumped into me and spilled his coffee on me. Spencer apologized profusely and insisted on making it up to me. Dinner was the make up and ever since a relationship had developed. 

Fast forward one year later and I was waiting for Spencer to get home from work. Today had been amazing. I got off of work early and had gone shopping in celebration of a little bonus I’d gotten and came home with a mesh, black babydoll. 

I felt inspired and picked out a sexy song. One of the sexiest in my opinion. And I set up the iPod, before getting changed into my new piece of lingerie. Spencer would get home, I would point him to the couch and I would do a little dance, because goddammit I was feeling good today and I wasn’t about to waste that feeling. There was a chance I was a little overenthusiastic though because even after I got ready there was still another hour until Spencer would be home.

“Hey Y/N,” Spencer said as he put the key in the lock and began to open the door. “You got home early?” When he closed the door, he turned around and faced me, his beautiful jaw dropping to the floor. “You, you…is that new? That’s really nice…” he blushed and got quiet as he took in the way the black material hugged my body. His eyes grew wide and I smiled, putting my finger to his mouth to quiet him before pointing him over toward the couch. 

“I’m feeling good today, which is apt because of the song I chose. Quiet, sit, watch.” I couldn’t help but laugh as he tripped backward into the couch. “May I present me and my butt dancing to Feeling Good by Nina Simone.”

Spencer’s smiled pursed as I turned on the music, it’s smooth, jazzy tones filling the apartment. 

Birds flying high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Breeze driftin’ on by you know how I feel

As the music started, Simone’s voice the only thing filling the air, I hopped up on the kitchen counter, carefully kicking my legs outward and running my hands over the freshly shaven skin. Damn, I felt good today. The song had been an amazing coincidence. Totally not planned. The refrain made me want to jump off the counter and head toward Spencer, so I decided to go with the flow and feel it.

It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me
And
It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me
Ohhhhh
And I’m feeling good

Spencer was an ass man, so I had to tease him a bit, dipping low and lifting the hem of the babydoll just under my butt before turning around and denying him the view he so wanted. “Y/N, you’re killing me,” he muttered as I kicked my legs out and lowered myself down into his lap. 

“I know,” I whispered. “But don’t because I have plans.”

He grumbled as I arched my body into him, my breasts dipping just above his head. His mouth reached out for me but I pulled away just in time. “You are successfully going to kill me.”

Fish in the sea you know how I feel
River running free you know how I feel
Blossom on the tree you know how I feel

I had been keeping his hands at bay, his wrists locked above his head with my hand, but I decided to take pity on him. The second I let him go, his hands glided underneath the babydoll and lifted it up over my head. Now completely naked to his completely clothed, I kept the dominance going and pulled his bottom lip down with my teeth as the song ended. I could feel him harden against my thigh. Suddenly, his arm was around my waist and I was pinned underneath him. “No more teasing me. Now you’re mine,” he whispered against my ear.

That I was all for.

Today was definitely a good day.

anonymous asked:

how would things have been different if sig's parents had survived the scourge invasion of quel'thalas?

I love Sig’s mom and dad even though they were destined to die lol.  They have huge backstories themselves so it’s fun to think about what might’ve happened if they had lived.  

But assuming they both got through the Sunwell fallout, things would’ve been better:

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a story about a mermaid who sees a prince fishing and killing her friends and family so she goes to the sea witch and asks for legs so she can get revenge

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Three artworks I recently finished for mydrawing major- the assessment brief is centred around the perception of, and construction/deconstruction of objects.
I chose to make my works based around the perception of everyday foods and the reality of the cruelty they contribute to.
1. Male chicks are a useless by-product of the egg industry, millions are killed every year in numerous countries by being thrown alive into large garbage bags, industrial grinders, or are gassed to death.
2. The milk industry directly contributes to the veal industry- when calves are born, they are taken away from their mothers at an extremely young age. Male calves are then used for veal, and female calves are taken away to become dairy cows like their mothers.
3. Because of the huge scale of net fishing and prawn/shrimp net fishing, sea turtles and numerous other sea creatures are killed every year by mistake.
I really want people to think about where their food and beverages come from, and to at least try and cut down on foods that cause horrific amounts of animal cruelty on such large scales. I think it’s important that we value the lives of animals based on whether they can feel pain, not just by whether they make acceptable pets.