When faced with the problem of what to do
about the Arctic’s melting ice caps, a team of scientists from Arizona
State University wondered — what if we just made more ice?
According to CNN,
the researchers proposed a $500 billion initiative that requires the
construction of 10 million wind-powered pumps that would recycle water
from the sea and deposit it onto the surface of ice caps, where it would
Steven Desch, an astrophysics professor who worked on the
project, admitted his team’s solution would be nothing more than a
band-aid, a temporary fix which wouldn’t do much to stave off the larger
effects of climate change. But because the ice caps are melting so
quickly, he thought it best that scientists do something, anything, to
act fast. Read more (2/16/17 4:29 PM)
they outlawed this move just because she was the only woman who could do it.
Surya Bonaly was infamous for (among other things) doing aone blade backflip in the 1998 Olympics, and is the ONLY figure skater who’s ever pulled that off. Not just the only woman, the only figure skater PERIOD. There’s like all ofthree Olympic-class male skaters who did backflips in their routines, and NONE of them could do it one blade.
But wait, there’s more.
Backflips were banned from the 1976 Olympics onward on the official justification that skating jumps are supposed to be landed on one blade, whereas backflips are landed on both blades. The unofficial justification was it was too dangerous, both to the athlete and to the rink — if you didn’t land it perfectly, you could not only break your ankle, but also punch THROUGH the ice surface.
Surya Bonaly was openly contemptuous of the figure skating judges, because they were a bunch of openly racist white men who always screwed her over by giving her lower scores than she deserved. That one-blade backflip was her ultimate FUCK YOU! to the Olympics judges, because she took an “illegal” backflip and made it legal by landing it on one blade. Pretty much DARING them to mark her down for being epic awesome and pulling a move that their precious coddled white girls didn’t have the guts to even think about.
They did, of course. White racism knows no bounds. But she utterly owned them with that move.
not only did she do a fucking backflip and land, she landed then went right into a triple loop. like holy fuck
Our planet is constantly changing,
and we use the vantage point of space to increase our understanding of Earth, improve lives and safeguard our future.
These images show change over
time, with periods ranging from centuries to years. Some of these effects are
related to climate change, some are not. Some document the effects of
urbanization or the ravage of natural hazards such as fires and floods. All
show our planet in a state of flux. Take a look…
Expansion in New Delhi, India
Between the times these two images were taken, the
population of India’s capital and its suburbs (known collectively as “Delhi”)
ballooned from 9.4 million to 25 million. It is now second
in population only to Tokyo, which has 38 million people.
Salt Lake Shrinkage, Utah
in the area of the Great Salt Lake over the past 25 years. The lake was
filled to near capacity in 1985 because feeder streams were charged with
snowmelt and heavy rainfall. In contrast, the 2010 image shows the lake
shriveled by drought. The Promontory Peninsula (protruding into the lake from
the top) is surrounded by water on three sides in the first image, but is
landlocked on its eastern side in the second.
Early Ice Melt, Greenland
Meltwater streams, rivers and lakes form in the
surface of the Greenland Ice Sheet every spring or early summer, but melting
began exceptionally early in 2016. Melting encourages further melting when
pods of meltwater develop, since they darken the surface and absorb more
sunlight than ice does. Surface melt contributes to sea-level rise when the
water runs off into the ocean.
Lake Urmia Changes Color
Some combination of algae and bacteria is
Iran’s Lake Urmia from green to red. The change typically occurs when
summer heat and dryness evaporate water, increasing the lake’s saltiness. Data
from satellites indicate that the lake has lost about 70% of its surface area
over the last 14 years.
Lake Degradation, California
Owens Lake lies in the Owens Valley between the
Sierra Nevada and the Inyo Mountains, about 130 miles north of Los Angeles,
California. For thousands of years, it was one of the most important stopover
sites in the western U.S. for migrating waterfowl and shore birds. However, in
the early 20th century, the lower Owens River, which fed the lake,
diverted to the Los Angeles aqueduct. Water from springs and artesian wells
kept some of the lake alive, but toxic chemicals and dust impinged on the
regional environment and disturbed the bird habitat.
Rafi Deforestation, Niger
Rafi Forest is the most significant area of woodland in the Maradi
Department of Niger, a west African country on the southern edge of the Sahara
Desert. These pictures show the loss of a significant fraction of the natural
landscape (darker green areas) of the forest to agriculture. Population in this
region quadrupled during the 40 years leading up to the 2007 image.
River Evolution, Mexico
These two pictures illustrate the extremes
of water flow in the Colorado River since measurements began in the late
1800s. The 1985 image was taken in the midst of record high flow, while the
2007 image shows the driest period. Excessive rains or severe droughts directly
change the amount of water available in the Colorado River Basin, and so does
the increasing pressure of human needs throughout the western states.
Glacier Melt, Greenland
Along the margin
of the Greenland Ice Sheet, outlet glaciers flow as icy rivers through
fjords and out to sea. These pictures show a fjord in which Helheim Glacier (on
the left) is crumbling into large and small icebergs (light blue, on the
right). The glacier outlet held steady from the 1970s until about 2001, then
began to retreat toward its source about 4/7 miles between 2001 and 2005. The
glacier’s flow to the sea has also sped up.
Lake Poopó, Bolivia
Lake Poopó, Bolivia’s second-largest lake and an
important fishing resource for local communities, has dried
up once again because of a drought and diversion of water sources for
mining and agriculture. The last time it dried was in 1994, after which it took
several years for water to return and even longer for ecosystems to recover.
on the Ganges River, India
rains have caused catastrophic flooding along the Ganges and other rivers
in eastern and central India. At least 300 people died and more than six million
were affected by the flooding, according to news reports. These images show a
stretch of the Ganges near Patna.
All of this knowledge about our home planet enables
policy makers, government agencies and other stakeholders to make informed
decisions on critical issues that occur all around the world. From rising sea
levels to the changing availability of freshwater, we enable studies that
unravel the complexities of our planet from the highest reaches of Earth’s atmosphere
to its core.
A thin film of ice covered the surface of the pool beneath the weirwood. Theon sank to his knees beside it. “Please,” he murmured through his broken teeth, “I never meant …” The words caught in his throat. “Save me,” he finally managed. “Give me …” What? Strength? Courage? Mercy? Snow fell around him, pale and silent, keeping its own counsel. The only sound was a faint soft sobbing. Jeyne, he thought. It is her, sobbing in her bridal bed. Who else could it be? Gods do not weep. Or do they? The sound was too painful to endure. Theon grabbed hold of a branch and pulled himself back to his feet, knocked the snow off his legs, and limped back toward the lights. There are ghosts in Winterfell,he thought, and I am one of them.
It’s quite a short part… I’m sorry! I just lost all inspiration for this one, I think. Harry’s hit with the vicious green-eyed monster in this part to the Break-Up Novella. But, he deserves to suffer, don’t you think? One step closer to them getting back together though, I can assure you.
I can’t promise you that part four will be any better but part 5 will be so jam-packed of a whole load of things and emotions.
Thank you SO much for the feedback on the last two parts to this little novella/story. I’m stunned that Part One is getting close to 500 notes That’s insane. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so much for that. I really do. I think that is the most amount of notes I’ve ever received on a story; and for it to happen on one that I was a little weary on? It just makes me feel even better about it.
As always, feedback would be incredible! You guys know how much I appreciate that.
Remus is great at figure skating.
When he was young, he used to go out skating a few days after his transformation, when he was still sore and bruised, to make the cold numb his pain. In the winter, he would skate in his family house’s backyard, on an ice surface his dad would make just for him, knowing what it meant. In the spring, summer and autumn, he would go to an indoor skating rink and hide all his scars and recent cuts under long clothing. He would skate in circles and move without purpose, just going around the rink and thinking. He used to skate only with hockey skates, but he lost them one day. It was a three days after the last full moon and he really wanted to go skating, but he couldn’t find his own pair of skates, and had to use his mother’s old pair of beige figure skates. They were weird to get used to, with a longer blade in the back and spikes in the front, but he was interested.
He now alternated between hockey and figure skates. At the indoor rink, a girl came up to him and told him he glided around really well in his figure skates, and she asked him if he had ever had lessons because she was hoping to get some.
They signed up for lessons together, and started competing when practicing, laughing and falling. After a few weeks and months, they were both getting the hang of it, skating gracefully, backwards and forwards, creating step sequences. Remus was surprisingly good at jumps, using his unusual, tall and lanky form to his advantage.
The girl he had met had to leave one day, but he remembered her as the girl who unintentionally introduced him to real figure skating. He remembered hugging her and watching her long red hair flutter behind her as she walked out of the arena for the last time. He saw her again a few weeks later, at Hogwarts, staring angrily at a boy with dark curly hair and glasses, grinning stupidly. A boy called James, who sat next to a long haired cute boy named Sirius, who he later discovered was an amazing hockey player.
You stood alone in your closet, wearing nothing but a silk
dressing robe, surrounded by outfits and accessories for every occasion.
Flowing gowns, skin-tight workout gear, mix-and-match business attire, and a
ski suit you wore for all of five minutes – you’d honestly rather freeze than
look like a walking marshmallow. You never thought this day would come, but
here you are. Hundreds of options, and nothing to wear.
Again, beginnings can be a little boring and long. Next post is much more action packed and exciting! I’m excited to begin this next story and hope you all enjoy it as well!
“Are you done looking for the fairest of them all, Rian?” I
say snidely to my sister, watching her stare at herself in the mirror.
throws a filthy look my way though she has no comeback. Her brain doesn’t work
two ready?” We hear a shout from downstairs.
I call back, giving Rian one last smirk before slinking out of the bathroom and
down the stairs.
babe,” Nathan grins up at me, all green eyes and white teeth.
coming, probably another forty-two years and she’ll be skipping down the
stairs,” I tell him, reaching to bottom of the stairs. Leaning up and pecking
him on the cheek before he has the chance to turn his head and kiss somewhere
not much of a hello,” he raises an eyebrow at me.
know me.” I say pulling on my jacket. “Never been one for hellos and goodbyes.”
I wink at him and turn to the stairs once more. “Rian! You have thirty seconds
to get your ass in the car!” I swing open the front door and hold out my hand,
gesturing for Nathan to go ahead of me into the chilly Toronto air.
out after him and we trudge through the snow to his waiting car, already warm
from the drive over here. Settling down into the front passenger seat I look
over my shoulder at the boy already waiting.
it going, Jake?” I grin at him.
as always, Y/N. Taking the backseat for the sake of my best friend’s ego,” he
winks at me as Nathan opens his own door and climbs into the driver’s seat.
my eyes and turn in time to see Rian sprinting down the front steps to the car.
Her perfect blonde curls slightly losing their shape with the wet snow falling,
but I don’t dare tell her that. When she scrambles into the backseat and Jake
greets her, I don’t have to look at her to know her face its beat red.
Jake,” her voice sounds so small when she replies to him and I have to bite my
lip to keep from laughing out loud. Nathan and I exchange a smirk as he puts
the car into gear and glides us away to the ACC.
seats?” Nathan asks me after a few minutes of casual conversation.
I say, smiling out the window.
see,” I grin at him and exchange a secret smile with Rian.
two are the worst,” Nathan mutters and I see his fingers twitch on the console
between us. Discreetly as possible, I take my hand from where it was resting
close to his and fold them in my lap. Any time he can, Nathan finds an excuse
to hold my hand and while I don’t mind most of the time, my baby sister is
currently in the backseat with Nathan’s best friend.
not going to tell me?” Nathan asks again, trying to put on his puppy dog eyes
and I quickly look out the window again.
if Jake asks?”
wanna know, Jake?” I ask, not looking back.
would love to,” he replies.
hear them shift in their seats, putting their heads together.
Come on! That’s not fair!” Nathan exclaims, looking over his shoulder in the
backseat before scowling at me. “Literally the worst.”
with myself, I settle down into my seat and stare out the window contently for
the rest of the ride, tuning out Nathan’s occasional complaint and the
bickering I can’t make out from the backseat.
Nathan is able to find an open parking spot, we pull our hoods up against the
wicked wind and make our way into the crowd slowly milling into the arena.
Nathan repeatedly bumps against my shoulder and I wince in annoyance each time.
I slow my pace slightly and am able to maneuver Jake between us, only a little
guilt forming in my stomach.
produce the four tickets when we get inside, holding my thumb over the seat
section when Nathan tries to look over my shoulder.
see soon enough,” I say before he even opens his mouth. Holding out the tickets
to the man behind the gate before Nathan can snatch them out of my hands. I
step through the gate with the other three following along after me. We blend
into the sea of blue and white of jerseys and shirts and hats though the
occasional orange jersey breaks through the crowd.
and I lead the way down towards ice level, Jake and then Nathan following
along. We reach the glass and turn right, walking to the very end of the row
and taking our seats right next to the home team’s bench.
down onto the end seat, and rest my elbow on the railing between the Leafs
bench and my spot.
enough for you?” I ask him and he just stares at me in awe. “Happy Birthday!” I
exclaim just as I start to hear shouting from the tunnel just behind me.
stands there gawking as players begin flying past us out onto the ice. The
sound of their skates digging into the ice makes goosebumps erupt all over my
body. I look away from Nathan and out across the ice surface proudly. I may not
consider myself his girlfriend but goddamn I would be a good one.
Nathan drops down to his seat with the assistance of Jake. The three people to
my left stare at each player as they zoom by while my attention filters down to
the white and orange jerseys on the other end, indifferent to the blue ones in
front of me.
the shock wears off, Nathan and Jake make their way back to the concourse to
get themselves a few beers.
starving, you want anything?” Rian asks me, standing to follow after the boys.
bring me one of whatever you get,” I say, smiling at her. “Thanks.”
nods and moves to walk away but pauses, turning back to me slowly. “I think you
made Nathan really happy tonight, Y/N. You may be a horrible sister, but you’re
a great girlfriend.” She winks and flashes me a smile before running up the
stairs to catch up to the boys.
after her, my mouth slightly open as I try to find words even though she’s
he’s not my boyfriend,” I finally whisper and turn back to the ice, though my
gaze is unfocused. Does everyone think we
are together? I don’t think we are. Why does Rian? Does Jake think the same
thing? Does the lady staring at me two rows back also think so? No, probably
not. I flinch as a puck hits the glass directly in front of me and I’m too
late focusing in to notice who it was and why their pass was so horrible.
and try to push all thoughts of boyfriends and green eyed boys out of my mind.
I stretch out in my seat, resting my foot on the small lip beneath the glass
and watch the players in front of me. My eyes follow various numbers and names
across the ice. There’s Marner. Oh look
he’s doing his weird stretch thing next to Matthews. And there’s Bozak hitting
the glass where his son is standing.
I don’t flinch this time when
another puck hits the glass in front of me and my eyes zero in on a small
cluster of guys near the blue line near the opposite boards. None of them are
looking at me but I see a few smiles. Rolling my eyes I turn my attention back
to the warm up drill they are currently working through.
I’m able to watch in peace for only
a few minutes before my gaze is interrupted by a pair of the bluest eyes I have
ever seen. My breath catches in my throat as our eye contact extends past a few
seconds as he skates by slowly, stretching his stick above his head. A slow
smile forms on William Nylander’s face as he finally passes me and I blink
several times though my eyes continue to follow him.
“The shortest line was for
hotdogs,” Rian says beside me and I nearly fall out of my seat. “Jesus Y/N! You
just scared the shit out of me!” Rian snaps as my sudden movement made her
nearly fumble the stack of hot dogs in her arms.
“Sorry! Here,” I reach out and take
the two large drinks out of the nook of her arm.
“What were you staring at?” Rian
asks taking her seat and spilling the pile of wrapped hotdogs onto her lap.
“Oh nothing, just got absorbed into
the action,” I say, picking a hotdog from the pile and unwrapping it.
“Sure or you were absorbed into the
godliness that is William Nylander,” Rian snorts, taking a huge bite of her
hotdog as I gape at her.
“How could you have possibly
noticed that? Weren’t you trying not to break your neck while walking down the
stairs?” I ask.
“I said your name about three times
before you snapped out of it,” Rian says through a mouthful and I wrinkle my
nose at her. “Plus I could feel the tension halfway up the stairs.”
“Oh shut up,” I mumble, taking a
bite of my own hotdog and pointedly staring down towards where the Flames were
“The boys were still in line when I
was on my way back. You should see the smile on Nathan’s face. And Jake’s for
“Now that you bring up Jake…” I say
suggestively, a smirk playing on my lips.
“Just shut up now.” Rian doesn’t
even bother looking at me, but I can see the pink rising up her neck to her
“Rian and Jacob sitti- OW!” I
squeal as Rian pinches me under the arm which somehow makes me kick my leg out
hard into the boards in front of me. I gasp in pain while Rian erupts into a
fit of giggles as I massage some life back into my toes through my boots. “I
hate when you do that!”
Rian is too overcome with laughter
to answer me and I scowl across the ice in full pout mode. I hear laughter from
the bench area beside me and when I glance over I immediately regret it. Nylander
is standing with a Gatorade bottle in his hand and a smile on his face, his
eyes on me. I quickly drop his gaze and return my attention to my foot that is
“Shut up,” I mumble when Rian
nudges me in the arm. She opens her mouth to say something but I’m saved by the
arrival of Nathan and Jake.
They take their seats and another
punch of guilt hits me as Nathan sits on the other side of Rian, giving me a
disappointed look. I try to ignore it and look anywhere but him, deciding
instead to watch Andersen go through his pregame routine.
Nathan and Jake engage in their
usual pregame conversations, going over statistics and predictions. I can’t help
but steal glances at Nathan and the smile that never seems to leave his face.
He catches my eye a few times and I give him a soft smile, though I’m quick to
look away. No need to fuel the fire. He’s been one of my best friends since I
was in high school and only recently has the relationship gone to another
level, one I’m not too sure about yet.
The game starts without any more
awkward eye contact, which I strategically planned despite the nudges from Rian
every time she noticed someone staring in our direction. A downside to the seat
choice I hadn’t thought about. The atmosphere comes to life as the Leafs take
an early 2-0 lead over the Flames. Rian and I clap but we don’t jump out of our
seats like the two idiots sitting beside us. We giggle at them each time,
making jokes at them that they occasionally take a little offense to.
By the end of the first period
Nathan and Jake have both successfully had two beers a piece and soon go on the
hunt for more while Rian and I watch the intermission activity.
“How’s your toe?” Rian asks me
sweetly after a few minutes and ignore her.
“Why did you call me Nathan’s
girlfriend?” I ask instead, frowning at the glass in front of me.
“I thought you were, are you not?”
Rian asks confused, and I can see her looking at me from the corner of my eye.
“Definitely not,” I say. “And I
hope he doesn’t either.”
“But I thought you two had feelings
for each other. And I see you holding hands sometimes, him kissing your cheek,
“Okay, I get it. That would look a
little like dating.” I interrupt much to her amusement. “I do love Nathan, I
just don’t think I want him like that. And now I feel like I let it go on too
Rian is quiet a moment, a first for
her. “Well then I take back my earlier statement. You’re not a good girlfriend,
you’re a good friend.” She taps my hand once as the team again comes shuffling
out of the tunnel beside me. I turn my attention from Rian to the game again,
trying and failing to focus. Only when the goal horn sounds for a Toronto goal to
I snap to attention and clap, having no idea who even scored.
Thankfully, I don’t have to look
very far because he is already skating to the bench for the celebration and I’m
not quick enough to look away. Those pretty blue eyes meet mine again, a huge
smile crinkling them at the corners and I feel myself smiling as well, though I
know it’s just because of the goal. When play resumes I still struggle to pay
attention, my mind is whirling about too much. I’m overly aware of the boy
sitting two seats down from and overly aware of the bench on the other side of
I prepare myself to get up after
the next whistle, needing to get away from the bright lights of the arena, a
slow throb already forming in my head when I hear it.
The water was ice cold. From the surface, it was calm looking—didn’t look like it would eat you alive like it was doing right now. You didn’t have time to hold your breath the second you fell in. You were swept under the current and that was it. It was dark, cold, and the only thing burning was your lungs as it begged for you to fill it with air. No matter how many times you tried to swim to the surface, you never made it. The current was too strong for you to fight.
Is this how you were going to die?
Damn. Fate is just cruel now.
At least you weren’t going to die like the rest of those who are Broken. You get to drown. That’s nice.
You thought you were going to drown.
You felt something grab a firm hold of your arm, pulling you out of the river. You gasped for air, couching up the water you had swallowed as you were dragged onto solid ground.
“What the hell are you doing in the river?” a deep, gruffly voice said, the grip on your arm releasing.
Oh, you know, going for a swim.
You said nothing as you were on all fours coughing and gasping for the greatest element to exist on earth. Over the sound of your coughs, you could hear the sound of footsteps quickly approaching before coming to a stop next to you. “Fuck, are you okay?” you heard Jimin ask, cupping your cheeks, bringing your head up to look at him. You could see the worry in his eyes as he moved your hair away from your face. “You’re fucking ice cold. Shit, we need to get you warm.” He helped you to your feet, catching you as you stumbled. “Do you have a cabin close by?” he asked, looking past you at the man behind. When there was no answer coming from the man, Jimin added, “She’ll get worse the longer we’re out here, and our place is too far. Please.”
The man sighed. “It’s half a mile east of here.”
“Okay.” Jimin turned attention back to you. “Let’s go.” You wanted to tell him you were fine. However, when you opened your mouth to let the words flow out, nothing but the sound of your teeth chattering left past your lips. “You’ll get hypothermia if you’re out here any longer,” he said in a firm tone before grabbing your arm, turning around, and lifted you on his back. You were going to protest, but you could feel the warmth radiate from his body, and it was welcoming.
He was quick as he made his way towards the cabin. He maneuvered around the trees with ease, hopping over fallen branches, ducking under them, and never missing a beat in his pace. Not long after, as fatigue began to wash over you, he quickly walked up the steps to the cabin. He burst through the door, slamming it shut behind him.
Jimin set you on the ground. Turning towards you, he told you, “Take off your clothes. I’ll be back with a blanket and I’ll start the fire.” You nodded, watching him leave when all you wanted was to be wrapped in his arms again where warmth was comforting. Slowly, and shakily, you began to strip until you were in nothing but your undergarments.
You send the texts off and place your phone back on the counter, then slide a pan of cupcakes into the oven. It’s 50/50 whether he’ll respond, but it’s important you don’t let the date pass without acknowledging it, without acknowledging him.