Ok, so when team Voltron find Blue in s1e1 she flies around in broad daylight in the line of sight of the Garrison, and it’s the day after they rescue Shiro so the Garrison probably wasn’t still on lock down at this point. 

As a fully operational school, surely someone apart from Iverson and his off-sider saw the giant robot lion flying around less than a kilometre from the main building? 

I have this headcanon that Pidge somehow connects the ship to the internet, and as Keith is checking in on all his favourite conspiracy theory boards, he sees a new thread linking the ‘mysterious flying shape in the desert’ with some cave paintings found near a giant hole in millennia-old rock and the disappearance of three Galaxy Garrison students. 

The piece de resistance is some really grainy footage of Blue some student shot on their phone.  

Keith: Pidge, come look at this

Pidge, from over his shoulder: Keith… omg… we’re cryptids

Keith, tearing up: I knew we could do it

stop drawing pearl with big boobs 2k16
stop drawing mystery girl skinny 2k16
stop drawing amethyst skinny 2k16
stop drawing the SU gang in a way that makes them more “physically appealing”

rebecca made it so that pearl was flatchested to show that not all women need to have boobs to be beautiful. she drew mystery girl and amethyst thick to show that not all women have to be stick thin. she drew her characters in a way that gives representation to so many different body shapes. stop trying to pretend that their bodies arent the way they really are.

Rune Magick

Hey, all! So today I’m going to teach you about runes and how to use them in everyday magick. There are, of course, many different types of runes but for this, we are talking about Germanic runes. 

So, first off I’ll tell you a little about what runes are. Runes are a form of script, dating all the way back to 150 AD. They were eventually replaced by the Latin alphabet somewhere around 700 AD. Because they are so ancient, some witches use them not only as a secret script but also in their magickal workings. 

You might be asking, “Well how do I do that? Wouldn’t that be like using the letter A?” Well, yes and no. I have no doubt someone could find a way to use the Latin alphabet for magick, but in this case, runes are more… symbolic I guess? Take the rune peorth for example (see “p” above). It resembles a cup lying on its side. When the opening points to the right, it represents birth and beginnings. When the opening points to the left, it represents death or endings.

Each rune symbolizes a specific thing or idea. Say, for example, you wanted a quick charm for safe travels. You could draw Raidho ® somewhere on your person as it is the rune of travel. To use rune magick simply draw, paint, or inscribe it where you want to use it. You can also “draw” it in the air or on an object/person with your energy. 

 Below is a list of all the runes, their names, and their uses/meanings (order is from left to right).

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Castiel Novak: Tomb Raider

Castiel Novak: Tomb Raider by emwebb17
Rating: M/light NC-17
Word Count: 51,700
Summary: When disgraced archaeologist Dean Winchester goes missing, his brother hires survivalist Castiel Novak to track him down. With only Dean’s notes and journal to guide him, Castiel follows Dean’s trail across the globe, discovering long lost treasures and clues leading to the mythical Godland. As Castiel learns more about his target, he starts to develop feelings for a man he’s never even met. Now all he has to do is find him.

Adventure, discovery and mystery shape this amazing tale that defies tagging. When I first took a peek at AO3, I thought - Gee, looks like the author wants to keep us in suspense. Then after I finished this engaging story and tried to tag it, I understood her dilemma! This story defies tagging, in part because like Castiel’s quest to find Dean and Dean’s obsession with finding the Godland, it is all about the journey and not the destination. And it is one helluva a journey.

We start in a cafe in Austin, Tx where Castiel is tasked by a desperate Sam to find his missing brother. Through careful sleuthing and high adventure, Cas uses Dean’s journal and research notes to unravel the mystery of the Enochians and their lost civilization, enabling him to retrace Dean’s steps and hopefully find the missing archeologist. Even though we don’t meet Dean in the flesh until very late in the story, his journal entries make it seem like he is standing right there. The author’s research is epic - I was compelled to look at google maps just to see what she described!!! There are some pretty wild and surreal twists but damn, it was a fun ride!

If you enjoyed the fic, please drop by the archive (AO3) and let the author know with your comments and/or kudos!

Mysterious pyramid-shaped tomb discovered under Chinese construction site

A mysterious pyramid-shaped tomb has been uncovered by archaeologists under a construction site in China.

The structure was discovered in a chamber alongside a similar cylinder-shaped coffin in Zhengzhou, Henan Province.

Experts believe the chamber is a burial site, and could hail from the Han Dynasty (202 BC – 220 AD), China’s so-called “golden age”.

Who was buried there and why remains a mystery, though the site is currently under investigation, reports the Daily Mail.

Chinese media have nicknamed it the “pyramid of Zhengzhou”, though at six feet tall it is unlikely to draw as many tourists as the real things in Egypt. Read more.

“Powerful cloud.” Mt Fuji is a treasure trove of mysteriously shaped clouds. Various forms of clouds appear when a fast air current blows over the Mt Fuji. I stayed in the car during the night at the Inokashira forest road about 0.8 miles above sea level about 25 miles west of Mt Fuji. The small clouds that appeared before dawn grew bigger and bigger. Just before sunrise, they had become a huge cloud covering Mt. Fuji. The shadows of them in the backlight were the most powerful masterpieces. (Photo and caption by Takashi / National Geographic Travel Photographer of the Year Contest)

Ever since the day I was born I’ve been trying out loud to get hold of the mystery I find shaping my life. I have been trying to take the step that will lead me to myself. We all seem to carry within us a burning desire to be more than we are. My own explanation of this is that it is a call from God to grow. I take all this longing and look at it. I promise to give it every opportunity to mature. There is a crisis upon crisis as I stumble toward myself. It is a mystery! It is wonder! It is pain! I am settling for nothing less than heaven these days, but I am discovering that part of heaven is loving getting there.
—  Macrina Wiederkehr
Mysterious volcano-shaped pyramid discovered in Peru hosted celebrations in honour of solar eclipses

A mysterious pyramid discovered in coastal Peru was built to resemble a volcano, archaeologists have suggested. It is possible that the structure was used to host ceremonies linked to major astronomical events, such as eclipses.

In the 1960s, archaeological work conducted in Peru’s Nepeña Valley had revealed the existence of an artificial earth mound, more than 15 metres high.

Although it wasn’t clear who had erected it and when, researchers quickly became fascinated with this pyramid – especially since from a distance it looked very much like a volcanic cinder cone. This resemblance led them to call the structure El Volcán.

Despite having been discovered more than five decades ago, El Volcán is only now starting to reveal its secrets. In-depth excavations have begun only recently, and the first findings are now published in the journal Antiquity. Read more.



“We would probably get in trouble if we got caught out of our beds this late.” Tucker didn’t say it nervously but rather he stated it like a well-known fact. A gentle reminder.

“And I’ll be strapped to a kid sized cutting board and dissected in the basement if my parents knew I was a ghost. But let’s not dwell on that. Let’s go hunting for Mothman.” Danny replied easily, easing his way into his sports bra that doubled as a binder when he was in a hurry.

“So you actually did see him?” Tucker’s eyes sparkled and Danny resisted the urge to kiss him there and now. “What did he look like? How big were his wings?”

“I just saw a glimpse of him in the forest. And his wings were huge.” Danny replied, recalling the mysterious mothman-shaped figure in the forest on his hike yesterday. “It was drinking water in that stream uphill, and when I stepped on a stick it turn and ran away. I don’t know what else it could be!”

“It has to be him!”

“And we’ll find him tonight! Even if it means staying up all night!” Danny transformed and grabbed Tucker by the arm, flying them though the cabin ceiling and zooming towards the forest, cackling loudly when he heard Tucker’s surprised shriek.


“Tucker!” He shouted back, grinning wildly.

“You better not drop me, asshole.”

With that Danny got a simply evil idea and swooped down once he spotted the creek, dropping Tucker in six feet up and laughing madly when he came up, hair plastered to his forehead and eyebrows crinkled together.

“Get down here! It’s on, Fenton!”

Danny floated several feet higher than he originally ways before transforming, diving into the water in a perfect swan dive. Underwater he opened his eyes, his eyes glowing green and lighting up the murky water around him. A large fish darted away from the thin boy, and he kicked upwards.

Breaching the surface and not even bothering to take a breath, he looked around for Tucker and let out a surprised yelp when he was pushed underwater, mischievous green eyes twinkling in the moonlight.

“You little-”

And then Tucker’s lips were on his, contrasting nicely with the coolness of the water and hands buried in Danny’s thick hair. Danny’s eyes fluttered shut and he floated to keep them both above the waterline, enjoying the taste of Tucker in his mouth and feeling the outline of his hips though his wet clothing-

And then he was pushed underwater again, thick fingers ghosting up his sides and he let out an involuntary laugh, bubbles escaping through his mouth.

“That’s revenge for dropping me, Fenton!”

Irish Names, A - L


  • Aghna: meaning “pure, chaste”
  • Ahana: meaning “from the little ford”
  • Ailene: meaning “multiple”
  • Alana: meaning “rock, handsome”
  • Anora: meaning “honor”
  • Arliss: meaning “high fort/place name”
  • Ashlyn: meaning “ash tree meadow”
  • Assana: meaning “waterfall”
  • Aurnia: meaning “golden lady”
  • Avonmora: meaning “from the great river”
  • Bedelia: meaning “high goddess”
  • Bevin: meaning “melodious lady”
  • Biddy: meaning “exalted one”
  • Bria: meaning “strong, honorable”
  • Caffaria: meaning “helmet”
  • Cavana: meaning “from cavan”
  • Ciarra: meaning “black, mysterious”
  • Cliona: meaning “shapely”
  • Decla: meaning “man of goodness”
  • Deirdre: meaning “sorrowful, wanderer”
  • Dervla: meaning “true desire”
  • Edain: meaning “face”
  • Elvinia: meaning “Elfin”
  • Enid: meaning “pure, chaste”
  • Fallon: meaning “royalty”
  • Fia: meaning “dear”
  • Ileana: meaning “light”
  • Isla: meaning “island”
  • Isolde: meaning “fair lady”
  • Jonathena: meaning “god gives”
  • Keely: meaning “beauty”
  • Keira: meaning “little dark one”
  • Keriana: meaning “dusky, dark”
  • Kevia: meaning “kind, gentle, comely”


  • Adair: meaning “from the oak tree ford”
  • Alan: meaning “rock, handsome”
  • Alistar: meaning “defender of mankind”
  • Amery: meaning “ridge, hill”
  • Aralt: meaning “leader”
  • Arthur: meaning “noble strength, a bear”
  • Bain: meaning “lives near bridge over white water”
  • Ballinderry: meaning “from the town of oak wood”
  • Barr: meaning “white head, fair haired”
  • Blaine: meaning “slender, thin”
  • Bram: meaning “raven”
  • Breck: meaning “freckled”
  • Broderick: meaning “brother”
  • Carby: meaning “chariot driver”
  • Carthage: meaning “loving”
  • Cathair: meaning “warrior”
  • Cian: meaning “ancient”
  • Conaire: meaning “wise or red”
  • Corky: meaning “from the hollow”
  • Cronan: meaning “dark brown”
  • Darius: meaning “wealthy, affluent, great”
  • Driscol: meaning “mediator”
  • Eames: meaning “wealthy guardian”
  • Finian: meaning “little fair, white one”
  • Fritz: meaning “son of the king”
  • Flaith: meaning “royalty”
  • Gilroy: meaning “servant of the redhead”
  • Glenn: meaning “valley”
  • Higgins: meaning “intelligent”
  • Irving: meaning “handsome”
  • Kaven: meaning “handsome”
  • Kellen: meaning “warrior”
  • Keon: meaning “noble birth”
  • Killian: meaning “small and fierce”
  • Kinsella: meaning “proud”
  • Larkin: meaning “rough, fierce”
  • Lennon: meaning “small cloak, cape”
  • Lorcan: meaning “little fierce one”

(Irish Names, M-Z)

Panic Attacks

Nico sped through camp, anxiously avoiding the infirmary. He almost tripped over a fallen branch in the dark. He has just had a panic attack in front of everybody at the campfire. Worse, in front of Will. Worst, Will had just finally officially asked him out. It’s not like Nico had never had a panic attack. On the contrary, they were quite often for the Ghost King, but he can usually keep himself calm till he gets to his cabin. Will can’t just put him on the spot like that, in front of everyone. 

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  A small family consisting of a  husband, wife and their daughter were driving through the woods when they spotted three mysterious peanut shaped beings gliding over the ground.

According to the family the three peanut-creatures were completely covered in white hair and possessed no visible appendages or facial features. Apparently, they resembled the Shmoo, a then-popular creature from the Lil'Abner comics.

Day Fifty-Seven

-I was thoroughly underwhelmed and relieved by the amount of customers we had last night when we opened the doors. Unfortunately, the real Black Friday shoppers apparently decided to wait until today to come in en masse, and it was more terrifying than I had ever imagined. Thankfully this did not stop Cat Lady from coming in four separate times during my shift without making a single purchase.

-A woman attempted to specify to me which items she wanted a gift receipt for. I would ask, “All of it?” She would reply, “No, just these,” gesturing to everything. This cycle went on for an entire minute at which point we finally reached the understanding that she did in fact want a gift receipt for everything.

-A gaggle of elderly guests shouted from a location I could not determine, repeating, “Excuse me. Excuse me.” in what was simultaneously a whisper and a shout. While it may be later than they would have hoped, I would now like to formally excuse them from all that they could have been asking for.

-Far too many people have come through the store treating Black Friday as a sport, seeing who can sacrifice the most manners to attain the most savings. The winner is whoever spends the least money while purchasing the most stuff. The loser, their cashiers.

-An older woman purchased $150 of Pokemon cards, but at no point did she mention any gift receipts or anything about presents at all. I hope this means that she is working her way towards being the best that there ever was and establishing that Pokemon trainers can, in fact, age past ten years.

-A woman in her sixties purchased Cards Against Humanity along with several expansions. Whether she is entirely unaware of what the game holds in store for her or entirely aware of what is to come, I want nothing more out of my life than to be the Czar.

-The only genuine winners of Black Friday are the two amazingly polite dads who came through with their toddlers in hand, boasting to each other of how much they saved on their kitchen appliances.

-I watched on in confusion and terror as a woman deliberately passed up dozens of smaller bills, one at a time, to ultimately draw out a $100 bill to pay for her $11 purchase. If her goal was to prove herself the highest of rollers in the store at the time, she accomplished this with flair.

-A sweet old woman entered my lane, a mysteriously goatee-shaped bandaid on her chin, pristine white gloves on her hands, a gray sweater with the hood altered to function as a cape perfecting her ensemble. I want her to adopt me as soon as we can both fit it into our schedule, or at least sign her as my fashion consultant and see if I can commission a cape-hooded hoodie from her.

-I handed a young girl the book she had so eagerly purchased. She excitedly took it and ran to the end of the lane as her parents continued the transaction and began to read the story aloud to all within earshot. She spun the tale of the two kittens with such passion that I was left wanting more than another chapter as the family left the store.

-I was greeted by a mother-daughter shopping duo who had also come through my lane the previous night. They were passionate about their savings, but equally concerned with my well-being and lack of sleep. If I had the energy, I would have wept a single tear as they walked away, leaving me behind to watch the closest things I had to friends in this shift attain the freedom I so dearly desired.

-”You have incredible hair,” a bald man told me wistfully, eyeing my unreasonably thick brown mop. The sadness in his eyes made me consider cutting off a lock to hand to him, but I thought better of it, lest we enter a giving-a-mouse-a-cookie style scenario.

-An elderly woman placed her bills down on the conveyor belt one by one to count them out. I picked them up as she placed down the first couple to ensure they were not swept under the belt. I gestured for her to place them in my hand rather than on the moving surface. Instead, she took this as a challenge, throwing her money across the counter, avoiding my hand as best as she could, cackling to herself as I made a mad dash to pick up each. I never expected this sort of chaotic evil to come from such a frail body, but I have learned my lesson. I will never underestimate a potential nemesis again.

-As I was walking towards the guest services counter, I passed a shrieking baby and a mother desperate to soothe him. I happened to have a strip of stickers in my pocket and, before thinking about it, swooped in to hand them to the child. They immediately ceased the crying and the mother shouted her thanks as I walked away. I am now a gracious sticker fairy and I will pursue this new path wholeheartedly.

-The information that I used to work at Forever 21 has leaked to the management, and I became the subject of a battle between a front end manager and a soft lines manager. I believe soft lines won out in the end and I may have been brought into a new line of work.

-A father attempted to heckle me, asking if I would accept his Kohl’s cash. I turned the tables on the man, telling him that I would gladly take it, but it would not lower his total at all. His family found this hilarious, laughing at him uproariously as he pouted to himself after being roasted so severely. Let this be a lesson to all cashier-hecklers: we are doing our best and our jobs are hard enough and some of us cope with humor and sometimes you will get brutally burned.

As to the definition of “feminist,” I don’t know. I have loved and I love feminism because in America, in Italy, and in many other parts of the world, it managed to provoke complex thinking. I grew up with the idea that if I didn’t let myself be absorbed as much as possible into the world of eminently capable men, if I did not learn from their cultural excellence, if I did not pass brilliantly all the exams that world required of me, it would have been tantamount to not existing at all. Then I read books that exalted the female difference and my thinking was turned upside down. I realized that I had to do exactly the opposite: I had to start with myself and with my relationships with other women—this is another essential formula—if I really wanted to give myself a shape.
—  The Mysterious, Anonymous Author Elena Ferrante on the Conclusion of Her Neapolitan Novels | Vanity Fair

There is simply too much to quote in Elena Ferrante’s interview and profile in Vanity Fair done by the blazingly talented Elissa Schappell. I recommend reading it in full, a few times over.
Highway to Hell

Originally posted by wonhontology


Warnings: Mentions of violence (not super graphic but still a bit graphic).

The woods are still and silent as you wait. The last rays of sunshine are beginning to dip below the horizon and you know that it’s only a matter of time before they begin to stir. You want to hit them at just the right time, before they fully come to but when they’re conscious enough for you to be certain that you’ve killed them.

The moment that you hear the faint sounds of voices drifting from the derelict warehouse, you know that it’s time to act. There’s an art to killing vampires, after all. You’ve taken out enough nests to know that.

Your movements are nearly silent as you slip your machete from the sheath at your waist. With your weapon at the ready, you tread carefully through the dead leaves. You’re painfully aware of every noise that your boots make as you approach the warehouse but know that there’s nothing more you can do, you’ve taken every precaution and eliminated every variable. If they attack, they attack.

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The Partner Revealed - Part 4

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Description: How will things unfold after Jughead stood up Y/N? How will the mystery of Jason’s death be affected by Dilton’s confession? 

Warnings: None I can think of.

Word count: 3128

A/N: Y/F/F stands for Your Favorite Flavor. Thank you all for the comments asking for more, it hope you enjoy this next part :) 

Y/N’s point of view

Y/N wakes up, but stays in bed, not because it’s comfortable – it’s just her limbs that can’t seem to move. She gets up after several minutes of lying down motionless. She looks at her reflection in the mirror glued on the back of her door, eyes puffy and red. “Was I crying?” A little confirmation as she runs her fingers down her wet cheeks.

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