Throwing it back to 2012 and 2 bundles of jaguar joy. 😻😻 As jaguar numbers decline, each birth in the Species Survival Plan (SSP) helps to establish an assurance population for animals in danger of becoming extinct. Wild jaguars are in serious trouble.
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A/N: This is my first song based work and im proud of how it turned out!! also i really recommend Hemlock Grove on Netflix!! Even if you’re not into vampires and werewolves(thats basically what its about) it still has a good plot with well developed characters!!
Walking down the hall you caught sight of Shelly Godfrey. You grinned and said hi. She have you a soft smiled.
"Hey.“ She typed out. You felt eyes burning into the back of your head and turned to see Roman watching you from across the hall. You waved and said goodbye the Shelly. Roman came over to his sister and gave her a quick hug.
"I’ll be back.” He said digging in his pocket.
"Where are you going?“ She asked.
"For a smoke. See you later.”
And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak An escape is just a nod and a casual wave Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days
You walked down the path watching as the burnt orange and fiery red leaves fell silently to the ground. The faint sounds of a soccer coah yelling to his team mingled with the sound of the leaves crunching beneath you. You held onto your backpack straps tightly as you looked around at the quaint houses and yards. You like Hemlock Grove because of this. Everyone and everything here is peaceful. You continued to walk until you came to the opening of the alleyway you usually go through to get home. You felt your heart fall when you noticed the squeaky clean Jaguar XK150 parked to the side. You looked down the street to your left, wondering if the extra two miles were worth it.
"Nope.“ You said sighing and taking a deep breath. You began walking forward and clenched your teeth when you heard the moaning coming from within the car.
"Oh god Roman!” The girl screamed. You the closer you got the more you could hear. As you passed by you heard a horrible tearing sound as the bottom of your backpack ripped and everything fell to the floor. You groaned in frustration both at that and the fact that while you gathered your things you’d have to listen to them. You bent down and began picking up your things when their moans died down and girl stumbled out of the car with some cash in her hand and her shirt halfway on. She looked at you and scoffed.
"We’re you listening to us? Freak.“ She said fixing her clothes. You looked over and made direct eye contact.
"You’re going to walk away. Now.” You said looking back at your stuff. You watched her walk away out of the corner of your eye and quickly looked down where you heard the drivers door open and close.
"Y/N?“ You heard Roman ask. You looked over to see him place a cigarette in his mouth and put on his shirt. His gaze flickered to your upper lip back up as he approached you. You whipped under your nose and pulled away your hand to see blood. He found himself looking at you often. Since you’d met, your beauty and fiesty personality had caught his eye. He didn’t want to call it a crush, but he knew thats what it was.
It’s only just a crush, it’ll go away It’s just like all the others it’ll go away Or maybe this is danger and he just don’t know You pray it all away but it continues to grow
You sighed. Not enough practice. Using your abilities was new to you. Being an Upir seemed more difficult than it was worth. You stood up.
"Got any napkins or something?” You asked avoiding his predatory gaze.
"Yeah. In the glove box.“ He said watching you as you got in the passenger seat and opened the glove box. You looked in the side mirror and began whipping away the blood. You were surprised Roman wasn’t alarmed. Even if he didn’t know he was Upir, it should raise a red flag that someone had similar issues. The driver door opened and Roman put your things in the small back area. You looked over at him in confusion.
"What are you doing?” You asked throwing the tissues on the ground.
"Taking you home.“ He said closing his door.
"Since when?” You asked reaching to get her things. He grabbed your arm and stopped you
"You know most people would say thank you and except the ride.“ He said pushing your arm away. You crossed your arms and glared at him.
"Well I’m not like most people.” You spat. He groaned.
"Are you gonna get out then? Or are you gonna close the door and shut up?“ He said waiting impatiently. You rolled your eyes and closed the door.
"Don’t ask me to get in your car and tell me to shut up Roman.” You growled. He looked over and you and chuckled.
"You know most girls would love for me to give them a ride.“ He said. You snorted.
"Well most girls would also get on their knees for you anywhere.” You said feeling your anger towards him bubble up. He was so arrogant. You hated that you liked him. You didn’t want to be used by him. Not like everyone else. You deserved more than that. He quirked an eyebrow.
"And you wouldn’t?“ He said leaning in closer. You could feel his agitation flowing from him as he challenged you. You met him halfway until you were inches apart.
"No.” You said simply. He crashed his lips to yours angerly. And much to his surprise, you didn’t pull away.
But their lips met, and reservations started to pass Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last Either way he wanted her and this was bad He wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy Now a little crush turned into a like
You ran your hand through his hair and tugged eliciting a groan from him. As a fellow Upir you knew exact what he wanted, what he was missing from the sex he’d been having. He guided you onto his lap and moved from your lips to your neck. You planted your hands on his shoulders and threw your head back to give him better access. He gripped your hips tightly as he sucked on your neck. You could feel the hunger radiating from his touch. You grinded against the growing tent in his pants drawing out a groan from him. You felt him bite your neck, hard. You winced and smiled as you felt blood spread. Roman pulled away and looked up at you. He serched your face for a sign of distress. You looked over his blood covered mouth and grinned down at him.
“Well don’t stop.” You teased bending down to kiss him again. You moaned at the taste of your blood on his tongue.
I want to hold you close Skin pressed against me tight Lie still, and close your eyes girl So lovely, it feels so right
You pulled away and removed your top. Romans eyes darted to the freshly exposed skin. You wached him expectantly and he got the hint. He threw off his t-shirt and began unbuckling his belt. You kicked off your pants and underwear and turned your attention back to Roman. He grabbed your hips and helped lower you onto his throbbing length. You adjusted for a second and then began bouncing. He met you half way and thrusted harshly. You cried out and he reached around to unhook your bra and it fell to the floor. He rubbed one nipple between his fingers and used his other hand to rub your clit. You placed one hand on the window as you rode him to keep you steady. He bit his lip as he watched you and you watched as blood began to dribble down his chin. You felt something inside of you twitch and you heard your pulse pounding in your ears. You hungrily licked and suck at his neck and chin, tasting every drop. You moved back up to his lips and shuttered as your blood and his mixed. His tounge explored the inside of your mouth as his hands explored your body. He angled his hips slightly and brushed your g-spot. A moan tore from the back of your throat. You placed your hand on his shoulder and pulled away to draw a breath. He tilted his head back and you made quick work of nipping at his neck. The first taste of blood made you hungry. This taste made you starving. You couldnt help but whine as he pressed harder on your clit.
I want to hold you close Soft breath, beating heart As I whisper in your ear I wanna fucking tear you apart
“Your cunts tighter than I thought babe.” He groaned pulling your hips down and bottoming out. He held you still as you squirmed against him. He began pounding into you relentlessly and your moans became screams. Your body grew hot and you clenched around him. You came screaming his name. He shuddered and came inside of you, slowing down and riding out his orgasm. You slipped off of him and he watched as his seed spilled out of you and down your thighs. He looked up at you.
“That was hot. But shouldn’t we-”
“On the pill.” You said cutting him off and getting off his lap and back into the passenger seat. He nodded. You picked up your panties and he snatched them from you.
“Hey!” You said reaching to grab them back. He tssked at you and chuckled.
“These are mine now.” He said smugly putting them in his pocket and zipping up his jeans.
“Now why is that?” You asked crossing your arms. He looked over at your chest as he did his belt.
“Don’t cross your arms. I like looking at your perfect tits.“ He said making you laugh.
"Never have been good at compliments. And if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re avoiding my question.” You said picking up your bra and putting it on. He looked down as he grabbed his shirt.
"I’m not.“ You smirked.
"Roman Godfrey! You have a crush on me!” You said. He shook his head.
"You sound ridiculous and juvenile you know that?“ He said pulling a cig from the box in between the seats. You grinned.
"No I can tell! You haven’t kicked me out! You make every other girl leave right after. And I’m still here.” You said snagging uo your panties he’d left in his lap. You put them on and looked over at him.
"I’m giving you a ride home.“ He argued. You rolled your eyes.
"Yeah but why?” You continued, slipping on your pants. He just shook his head and lit his cigarette. He started the car and you basked in your smugness. Knowing you had cornered him. He began out of the alley and towards your house. The car ride was fast amd quiet. You gathered your things and got out of the car. You leaned through the open window.
"Thanks for the ride and stuff.“ You said. He smiled at you.
"Anytime y/n. And maybe you’re right. I do like you.” He said driving away quickly. You watched the small red car drive away with a smiled plastered to your face.
On this day in 1999, the film Aimée & Jaguar was first released in its
home country of Germany. Set during World War II, the movie tells the true and
devastating love story of Lilly Wust and Felice Schragenheim, one the wife of a
respected Nazi soldier and the other a Jewish journalist hiding in plain sight at
a Nazi controlled newspaper.
The film begins in Berlin in the 1990s; two old women meet in a nursing
home, and when the narrator sweeps back in time to 1943, you know you are in
for a decades-long story that will stick with you long after the credits roll. The
foundation of Aimée & Jaguar is something we’ve all seen before:
bored housewife is swept off her feet by the charismatic and dangerous queer. However,
what makes Aimee & Jaguar stand out from the crowd of a dozen other lesbian
movies is the lingering knowledge that these were real women who actually lived
and loved in the city that was the heart of the Nazi empire; a gang of lesbian
friends all sitting around a table joking and playing cards, or a Jewish woman
in full suit and top hat waltzing around a ballroom with her lover are the type
of images that I never would have associated with 1940s Berlin before I saw
this movie. They are the type of lived experiences that have been buried under
the mythologizing of WWII-era Europe, and it is through Aimée & Jaguar that
you are able to see that, even though it was stifled under the rise of fascism,
Germany’s thriving gay culture of the 1920s and 1930s was still there, still dancing
and laughing and kissing no matter how many closed doors and curtains it was
forced to hide behind. At the beginning of the movie, I wondered why it wasn’t
titled Lily & Felice or something more obvious, but by the end I had
come to realize just how crucial Lily and Felice’s pet names were to their
relationship, and just how important sublimated identity was during this time
for lgbtq people, for Jewish people, and for any marginalized person living
under Hitler’s rule.
Felice Schragenheim and Lilly Wust as pictured in Erica Fischer’s novel. The text at the bottom reads: (Left) Felice, in a photo taken by Lilly, on the Havel River, August 21, 1944. (Right) Lilly, in a photo taken by Felice, during the summer of 1944 on the balcony of Lilly’s apartment at Friedrichshaller Strasse 23.
Before the film was released, Lilly and
Felice’s story was told in novel form by Erica Fischer in her bestselling book Aimée
& Jaguar: A
Love Story, Berlin 1943, which you can check out here! Or hear the story
told through Lily’s own words in this 2001 interview with The Guardian.
natgeotravelVideo by @BertieGregory. Extreme climber Alejo Sanchez descends down an enormous rock face deep in the heart of the unexplored Chiribiquete National Park, Colombia. When he reached the bottom of this cliff, he made a remarkable discovery. He found a massive panel of ancient paintings featuring jaguars, people and more. This area is home to many of these paintings, representing some of the earliest evidence of humans in the Amazon. I shot this whilst accompanying a team from Fundacion Herencia, an incredible group of people doing real 21st century exploration. It’s very humbling to know that there are still places on this planet we know almost nothing about. But despite it’s remoteness, it is still under threat. We owe a huge thanks to Parks Colombia and the Colombian Ministry of Culture for their support. For more on this place, Stay tuned for @stevewinterphoto ‘s upcoming jaguar story for @natgeo Magazine. Also stayed tuned for our jaguar TV show for @natgeowild premiering in the US on December 10th. Follow @bertiegregory for more wildlife adventures!
no one talks about the fact that Kaz and the rest of MSF spent three years living in the middle of nowhere in Colombia, so he likely
has had a face-off with at least one jaguar
puts mosquito netting on everything, may use DDT despite known environmental concerns because yeah, it’s important for the future of the planet or whatever, but it’s more important his people not get malaria
had a healthy respect for venomous spiders, snakes, and scorpions, and checks his boots before he puts them on
since he has a high rank in medicine, probably learned really shitty field medicine with makeshift tools and minimal supplies
possibly learned to drive with that jeep on dirt roads, because when else would he have learned to drive
and, on an unrelated note, since the only vehicles they own are probably that jeep and Snake’s bike, has probably ridden double with Snake on that bike at least once out of necessity
Summary: Some say it’s not the journey that matters, but the destination. The destination justifies the journey. However, for him, the hunt was much more pleasurable than the meal.
Word count: 3028
Warnings: kissing, sexual tension, touching, smut (not saying exactly what).
Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x reader
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Wednesday afternoon, when you arrived at your desk, you found a crispy white envelope with your name on it. There it lay, sprawled untouched on the flat top of your desk. Nervous and trembling, you let your bag slip onto the floor and passed your fingertips on the cursive writing of Tom. When you opened the envelope to find a letter, your heart was already skipping beats within your chest.
I wish for you to be ready to leave by 9:30 tonight. I have made sure to alert your teacher for tomorrow morning’s class that you will not attend class on work business. Your shift ends at 9:25, so I believe you will not miss a second of work on my behalf. I will wait for you at the main entrance of my building.
natgeo Video by @BertieGregory. A waterfall deep in the heart of the unexplored Chiribiquete National Park. I shot this from a helicopter whilst accompanying a team from Fundacion Herencia, an incredible group of people doing real 21st century exploration. It’s very humbling to know that there are still places on this planet we know almost nothing about. This massive area boasts one of the largest protected areas of jaguar habitat in the world. It is also home to ancient paintings of jaguars, representing some of the earliest evidence of humans in South America. But despite its remoteness, it is still under threat. We owe a huge thanks to Parks Colombia and the Colombian Ministry of Culture for their support.
Two weeks ago, for the first time in the history of the Reserve, a jaguar was spotted on the Puebla side of the state border. This means that la Reserva de la Biósfera Tehuacán-Cuicatlán is home to all 6 species of mexican feline.
natgeotravel Video by @BertieGregory. The dramatic landscape deep in the heart of the unexplored Chiribiquete National Park. This massive area boasts one of the largest protected areas of jaguar habitat in the world. It is also home to ancient paintings of jaguars, representing some of the earliest evidence of humans in South America. I shot this from a drone whilst accompanying a team from Fundacion Herencia, an incredible group of people doing real 21st century exploration. It’s very humbling to know that there are still places on this planet we know almost nothing about. But despite its remoteness, it is still under threat. We owe a huge thanks to Parks Colombia and the Colombian Ministry of Culture for their support.
Inspired on memime’s post about the season 5 equivalent of paladin au, particularly the part where Paladin has to kill 6 of his daughters to save a village, but decides to spare Ashi. Enjoy!
By the time he recovered enough energy to
regain consciousness, he realized he was completely lost. He didn’t really mind
it, but a sharp burning sensation on his side reminded him there was no time to
go sightseeing. Aku grit his teeth and tried to press his hand against his
side, only to quickly retreat it when the burning multiplied tenfold. With
great effort, he managed to sit up, and when his vision got adjusted to the
light, he realized the river had carried him downstream, faraway from that
temple… or rather, its ruins, if his idea had worked.
Curiously, deep down he hoped it hadn’t
worked. He couldn’t bear the idea of taking the lives of his own daughters,
even if they had nearly taken his. Those glowing white weapons they wielded
were undoubtedly crafted with the Samurai’s magic, coated and blessed in white
magic, which explained why they could deal this damage to him.
He couldn’t stay here. It wasn’t safe, he
was in no condition to fight his daughters again, and he didn’t have the heart
to. Despite everything, they were his
children, made from his essence, his blood ran through their veins, and he
didn’t want the same thing with…. Kuni to repeat all over.
He wondered what she would have said if she
had seen him in this state, injured and running from his offspring.
Aku pushed these thoughts aside for the
time being as he went back to his feet, this time pressing his hand against the
wound to keep his black blood inside his body, where it belonged, lest he
unknowingly made more kids indirectly. He had to look for someplace to hide
while the wound healed, but it would take longer both because he had little
energy left, and the wounds inflicted by blessed weapons took longer to heal.
Every step was an agony as he made his way
through the woods, trying to make as little noise as possible, just in case his
daughters were around. After all, he wouldn’t be surprised if they got his keen
Finally, he spotted a cave a few steps
away. Aku slowly made his way into it, not even minding not having night vision
at that moment, all he wanted was someplace to hide, and the darkness would
blend in with his dark coloration. When he was certain he was deep enough, he
collapsed on his rear, panting heavily at the pain in his side. He took his
cape and pressed it against the wound, again wincing at the burning sensation.
If he were human, he would have certainly died in the river.
Aku closed his eyes shut, listening to his
own breath as he tried to relax and let his body and healing capability do
their job. And while he was on it, he might as well think on how to get away
from his daughters.
Alright, here’s the promised chapter 5 of my Flatmates fic. This is a bit of a longer chapter, but it has a quick pace, which it needed for all the plot lines I wanted to shove in there. Thanks for all the love and support on this project and thanks to all the other creators in this AU for all the inspiration you pour into the universe. As always, comments and reblogs are much appreciated. If you prefer to read on Ao3, you can find the link here [x].
Wide set green eyes hedged in by long dark lashes pierced Henry over the top of the cup lifted to the face. Rigo made a face as he lowered the drink, “That’s disgusting.” He declared definitively. “What did you say it was, again?”
“An eggnog latte.” Henry chuckled.
“”Tell her I think it’s gross.”
Henry rolled his eyes, “Tell her yourself.”
“Are you two still being… weird?” Rigo set the tall paper cup back down on the kitchen table between them where they had found it, apparently Lizzie had popped back into the flat at some point during the day and had left it behind in her haste.