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Grunnførfjorden, Norway

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Late Afternoon Glow by Tony
Via Flickr:
Geologically, a fjord or fiord is a long, narrow inlet with steep sides or cliffs, created by glacial erosion. Norway’s coastline is estimated at 29,000 kilometres (18,000 mi) with 1,190 fjords. As late as 2000, some coral reefs were discovered along the bottoms of the Norwegian fjords. The marine life on the reefs is believed to be one of the most important reasons why the Norwegian coastline is such a generous fishing ground. The reefs are host to thousands of lifeforms such as plankton, coral, anemones, fish, several species of shark, and many more. Most are specially adapted to life under the greater pressure of the water column above it, and the total darkness of the deep sea.

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Above and Beyond by Stefan Klauke

anonymous asked:

can you write some fluff for me? i'm so sad today lol rip

hey uh wow same lol but i have this one wip thing that ill never finish from ages ago when a few friends and i were on discord talking about hp aus ft. durmstrang vik and mahoutokoro yuuri??? i hope it cheers you up <3


{ ao3 }

Durmstrang Institute is, much like Viktor has repeatedly assured him, beautiful.  The castle itself is larger than Mahoutokoro’s jade palace, though Yuuri personally thinks his own school has a more intricate and lovely design, but the grounds are stunning.  He doesn’t entirely know where they are, precisely, but the mountains and lakes are so pristine, and oh, the green of the trees against the bright blue sky—

“Appreciating the view?” Viktor asks, drifting almost lazily on his broom with a matching lazy, content smile.  Yuuri shifts close enough to gently bump his shoulder.

“Yes,” he says, “but I wasn’t looking at you, if that’s what you meant.”

Viktor laughs.  “You wound me, dear,” he says, nudging back.  “Except not really, because I love that look you get on your face when you’re enjoying yourself.  Go on, keep looking around, I’ll keep quiet!”

Suddenly self-conscious, Yuuri ducks his head as the wind picks up.  “What look?” he asks, squinting against the breeze.  It’s cold against his face, and belatedly, he’s starting to realize that maybe an extra layer or five might have been useful before going flying up here, but… oh well.  It’s too late to go back to Viktor’s room to dig through his suitcase now, and a little cold never hurt anyone.

(Besides, it’ll be a great excuse for them to have tea together later, not that they really need one.)

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