rarity in nature

So @badacts and I came up with this ridiculous spy au and idk lads here’s a preview of the fic for it I’m working on, hopefully it’ll keep you warm whilst I’m crying over finals (cw: graphic depictions of violence - stay safe kids!) 


Agent #10-03-18: Josten, Neil Abram.

Aliases: Nathaniel Abram Wesninski, Michael Hatford, Stefan Bernard, Alex Vidakovic, Chris Rey (see attached notes for further)


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Roll clouds are a type of arcus clouds are typically associated with thunderstorms. These rarities of nature occur when air temperatures invert and cause the warm air to be on top of the cool air. Wind then changes speed and direction and causes a rolling effect of these cylinder-type clouds.

Roll clouds need just the right amount of moisture to occur. The storm winds actually push the clouds into a tubular shape, which moves them ahead of the storm. They look like a giant rolling pin across the sky. (Source)

Twisted Triangles 3 - Carl Grimes x Reader

Hey, hope everyone had the best first day of 2k17 ever! Remember to request if you have ideas.

Summary: The Reader and Ron hang out, things go south and she looks to Carl for comfort
Characters: The Readed, Carl, Ron, Carol
POV: Second Person
Word Count: About 2200
Warnings: Nuthin much, just a kiss and a food fight - G rating

Twisted Triangles 3
The sun was high in the sky and a soft breeze blew your ponytail to the side. You were in the middle of Alexandria, reveling in the beautiful rarity of peace in nature. You reached up and let your hair down. Shaking it out everywhere and you raised your arms up and spun in a circle. You looked up into the clouds and took a deep breath, sighing out.
“Hey.” You jumped, shocked by the voice. You turned around to a chuckling Ron with his hands in the air,
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to see what you were doing.” You gave him a blank look. You were a little pissed that he went behind your back and confronted Carl, but you didn’t want to say anything because it wasn’t right for you to follow him and get into his private business. You smiled and responded politely,
“I’m just listening to nature. It’s really beautiful when it’s not trying to kill you.” He laughed and you smiled back. You knew it would take time for him to stop hating Carl so you decided to tuck those ugly feelings away and just be his friend. It’s not like you had many.
“Well, do you wanna hang out. That seems kinda lonely.” You frowned,
“It’s not lonely at all, but sure. What do you wanna do?” He shrugged,
“Well, if you’re having so much fun, why don’t I just join you?” He walked over to you and sat down beneath the tree beside you. You sat down beside him and you each looked out into the distance. After about ten seconds he slightly turned his head to see if you were still lost in thought. You turned to look at him and he jumped, going back to look out into the distance. You rolled your eyes, he was such a doofus.
“Alright, what do you really want to do?” You asked with a huff. He turned to you and smiled,
“Thank goodness, I don’t understand this whole looking at nature and thinking thing.” You rolled your eyes again and shoved his arm, then standing up.
“Alright then, let’s go do something you and I will both enjoy.” He hopped up right next to you and his eyes brightened,
“Oh, let’s play videogames.” You made a disgusted face and shook your head.
“I have played enough videogames for a thousand men to each play five times.” He scratched his head, deep in thought.
“Oh, what about reading comics.” That sounded nice, but you were not in the mood. Suddenly a great idea came to your head.
“Nah, I have a great idea. It’s gonna be really fun.” You grabbed his arm and ran off. Twenty minutes later you were in Carol’s kitchen with her recipe for Acorn cookies and a lot of acorns.
“You sure you guys got this all on your own? I mean, how many times have you really actually baked anything?” Asked a very concerned Carol. You looked at a very nervous, but excited Ron and turned back to her.
“We are totally fine, Carol. We won’t burn down the house, I promise.” She sighed and shook her head,
“Please, just follow exactly what I have on paper.” You giggled,
“We will, don’t worry. Just go have take your watch at the wall. Worry about herds, not us.” She nodded and left you alone with Ron and a table full of labeled baking supplies.
“What is this?” Ron asked, holding a bag of flour. You rolled your eyes,
“Ron, can’t you read, it’s flour.” You laughed at him and frowned,
“Hey, that’s not fair. The label was on the backside, I didn’t even see it.” You smiled,
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever, lets just do this. Preferably right because I don’t think we’ll ever be allowed to bake again if we screw this up.” He chuckled and together you got to work, following the tedious, but thankfully extremely detailed recipe Carol had laid out for you. Soon you had made a batch of beautifully golden cookies.
“I can’t believe we managed to make such amazing cookies.” You squealed happily while Ron burned himself trying to eat one. “Oww, that hurt.” He complained.
“Ron, we have to wait for them to cool down. Till then we can clean everything in here up.” You said, putting your hands on your hips. You started by cleaning off all of the supplies. Ron went to put Carol’s secret stash of flour away in the highest pantry door and PLOP! About a quarter of the bag dumped on your head. Ron muttered a small ‘uh oh’ and you took some of the flour off the top of your head and threw it at him. That was the start of a thirty minute war between the the two of you. You were hiding inside the big pantry with a bag of acorns you would hit Ron with when he tried to attack when he approached you with the rest of the bag of flour. You tried to hit him with the bag of acorns, but he dumped all of the flour on your head. You huffed, unable to see and before you knew it he tackled you onto the floor and started tickling your sides.
“Stop, Ron stop. Please, please, just stop.” He smirked at you.
“Give up then. Say ‘I surrender’.” You squirmed on the floor, unable to move and unable to stop laughing.
“Fine, Ron. I surrender, okay, I surrender.” He finally stopped tickling you and sat back, responding with a smug,
“Now, was that so hard?” You pushed him off you and stood up.
“You are the biggest but-head I have ever met.” He chuckled.
“Yeah, but you love me that way. Don’t even try to deny it.” You rolled your eyes.
“In you your dreams, Ron Andersen.”
“Every night without fail.” Before you could even process what he said he leaned in a put his lips on yours. For a moment you stood, a statue of shock, but then you processed his slimy tongue trying to weasel its way into your mouth and you pushed him away from you as hard as you could. You were so disgusted you could hardly breath. He put his nasty lips on yours. You ran out of the room and out the house as fast as you could, slamming the door behind you. You knew he would try and follow you, try and apologize, but that was not something you could just forget about. Suddenly you remembered Maggie and Enid and all that they said. They were right. Ron certainly liked you more than a friend and that nearly made you spill your lunch right in the middle of the road. You were running, where you weren’t sure. You were going in the direction of your house, but you knew if you went home that he would come to your door, begging to apologize, begging for a second chance. Right now you were not ready to handle that. You ran around the corner of the Grimes house when you heard Ron, screaming for you from a distance. You turned your head, continuing to look back, but still moving forward when you crashed into a body and fell to the ground. Not stopping to think of safety you scrambled to your feet to help the other person up and get as far away from Ron as humanly possible.“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. Are you okay?” You looked down at the figure and realized who it was. Carl. He gave you a perplexed look and got up on his own.
“I’m fine. Are you? What are you running from? Why are you such a mess?” You tried to speak, but you were tongue tied.
“I-I-He-I- Can I stay at your house tonight? I just need to get away from my life for a minute.” He remained concerned, but nodded his head.
“But, just tell me whats wrong? What happened, who is the ‘he’ you’re talking about?” You sighed and looked up into his pulchritudinous blue jewels.
“I’ll tell you later, okay. I promise, I just really don’t want to talk about it right now. I just need somewhere to stay for the night, please. Do me this solid and I promise you I will do whatever you want me to. Please, Carl.” When his name slipped off your tongue you were nearly in tears.
“Okay. Come on then.” You smiled and clasped your hands together happily,
“Thank you so much, Carl. I promise I will return the favor.” He shrugged and gave you a small smile.
“You don’t have to, I just want to make sure you’re okay.” He led you inside and snuck you upstairs into his room.
“Y/N, you have to be super quiet. If my dad or Michonne find you here they will think the worst and we will get in huge trouble.” You nodded and sat on his bed. He gathered a group of blankets and laid them out on the floor.
“What are you doing?” You asked him.
“I’m sleeping on the floor, you can sleep in my bed.”
“No, why can’t we both just sleep in your bed. There’s enough room.”
“I’m sleeping on the floor, you get the bed. It’s not like I’m your boyfriend.” You rolled your eyes.
“Yeah, but Enid and I sleep in the same bed all the time.” He huffed,
“I-We-Th-That’s totally different, you’re both girls.” You threw his pillow at him and squinted your eyes.
“You know what, fine. That’s fine, but I’m sleeping on the floor, this is your room.” His hands clenched into fists and he gritted his teeth.
“I don’t know what to say anymore. Why are you so stubborn? You’re the one who came to me extremely distraught. I am so sorry for wanting to make things more comfortable for you.” You completely forgot about Ron until then and you felt a wave of disgust and guilt wash upon you.
“I’m sorry Carl. I didn’t mean to make things hard, I just-” You sighed and traced the flower pattern on the sheets.
“If you want to make things easier, can you just lay with me?” His face softened and he walked over to the bed sitting down beside you.
“Yeah. Just let me know if I make you feel uncomfortable and I will sleep on the floor.” You put your hands on his arm and sparks burst through your entire body. You could feel the tensions rising when he raised his eyes to meet yours. You blushed a deep shade of red, but spoke confidently, yet sweetly.
“Carl, you’ve never made me uncomfortable and you never will.” You noticed his cheeks became bright pink and you pulled away, mumbling a tiny ‘sorry’.
“Are you going to take a shower?” Carl asked you.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot I was such a mess. I don’t want to lay in your bed like this.” He smiled and lead you to the bathroom, leaving you to wash up.When you got out you realized you forgot to ask Carl for new clothes. Seeing as you couldn’t sleep in a wet bathtub all night you decided to just go into his room with the towel on and ask for some new clothing. When you stepped out Carl was in his pajamas and sitting on the left side of the bed. He looked up at you and immediately looked away.
“Uh, I don’t have any clothes. Can I borrow some of yours?” Carl nodded and ran to his dresser to get pants and a t-shirt. You stood there shivering for a few minutes till Carl turned around looking flustered. “I, uh don’t have my other pair of sweatpants. I thought they were here, but I guess not.” Suddenly you understood why he looked so agitated. You were going to have to sleep in bed with him without pants on. You had underwear, but you still didn’t have anything else covering you. You tried to look normal while your heart was nearly beating out of your chest.
“Well, do you have any big shirts.”
“Then I’ll wear one of those. Tomorrow when I get up I can wear my jeans.” Carl still looked flustered, but passed you the shirt and took your clothing out of the room to be washed. When he came back you were under the sheets in his t-shirt. He walked in nervously and slowly got in the bed. You were on the two opposite sides of the bed when you whispered to him,
“Carl, can you just hold me?”
“Are you sure, this isn’t-”
“Please. I need you.” You begged him. It was quiet for a few moments, but then you heard a shift. Carl wrapped his arms around you apprehensively and you nuzzled into his frame. You blissfully drank in the warmth of his body and the beauty of his long dark hair. He was amazing and every minute you laid in his arms you felt yourself slipping farther and farther away, until you were completely drunk on Carl Grimes and fast, fast asleep.

Thank you to everyone who is reading, I really appreciate knowing that I’m not writing for myself and a void in space. I hope you enjoy. When I have time this week I will put up my Masterlist so it’s easier to navigate my blog. Lots of love 😜😚

Originally posted by lovershub


May is here in a big way, feels like summer already out there! May is the month of flowers, which is already a sign of the wonderful things in store, because i LOVE flowers! Other things we love:

1. Margaritas : it is Cinco de Mayo after all, y’all!

2. Denim : is there anything more summer than a pair of cut off shorts? I think not!

3. Packing Tips : summer vacations and a long weekend at the end of the month are begging for you to learn how to pack better!

4. Cornflowers : the most brillant shade of blue, which is a rarity in nature!

5. Ceramics : Love the look and feel of hand made pottery, this month there will be a round up of lovely ceramic pieces.

6. Watercress : this slightly bitter green is in season and is perfect served with green apples and blue cheese!

7. Blue Polish : i love blue for hands and feet, in fact have had multiple blue manicures lately! So fresh and unexpected!



Finally put this little gal up for auction!  Don’t wanna part with her, but I need a new computer!  And she’s bound to make someone very happy.

Winterstar is a custom repaint of a My Little Pony figure.  She’s one of a kind and would make a lovely, serene addition to any custom pony collection, or would be a sweet Christmas gift for someone special.  Because she’s a custom art object she’s not suitable for children.

She began as a beat-up old G3 Rarity.  The pink is her natural color, and on top of it I added a lovely forest treeline to her legs and a gorgeous scatter of sparkling stars on her flank.  Her horn is a pearlescent pink, and there are pearly accents on her eyeshadow.  Her hair is Sugarplum and Virgin Snow nylon.

If you look closely, there is a fat little bear on her rear right heel, nosing up toward the stars.  

The big star on her bottom and the smaller one on her nose are real Swarovski crystals.  Her head still turns.

Winterstar will ship USPS Priority Mail with tracking and insurance.  I prefer US buyers due to expense, but bidders outside the US can contact me for a quote.

I will also email the winning bidder a pdf copy of her finished photo shoot I posted for my supporters on Patreon so you can have some pretty pictures of her, and a copy of the story that goes with her, about a brave little pony that helps a fallen star get back into the sky with the help of an unlikely friend.

Visit the listing here!  Reblogs and shares on Facebook and the like are most welcome!



Purple’s rarity in nature and the expense of creating the colour and has given purple a s u p e r n a t u r a l aura for centuries. The colour purple is a symbol of wealth, dignity and royalty. It’s also often associated with spirituality, m a g i c and mystery.

coldlikehell  asked:

Doesn't the Mythic Vanilla violate your design philosophy of "don't do something just because it wasn't done before" and the idea that mythics are the natural rarity for high impact and generally more complex cards?

Here’s a nutty idea. Why don’t we wait for you all to see the card before complaining about it. : )

Hair like the trees. Hair like life. Hair like the bushes you stumble upon at night. Hair like the wind that blows you everywhere..wild, loud and without a care. Hair. In this day, it defines you. It can bind you to the standards of beauty set by the European, not only to confine you and blind you but this should remind you of the natural rarity and beauty that’s inside you. Hair. Hair shapely like the oceans and seas, windy like the roads through the trees; daring, limitless and wavy. Definitely careless, fearless, bold and direct. One minute cool and chill, wild, puffy and fluffy the next. Yes. My hair is kinky. Its coily. Yes. Sometimes it’s oily and it ignores me when I pin it, gel it, comb it, brush it, dye it..ultimately, deny it of being who it is and doing what it does. My hair is an interchangeable crown that cannot be cloned or created by even the highest of scholars. I wear my hair with pride and the understanding that I am great. I am the way. I am light…with hair like the trees blowing in the breeze that you and I breathe to sustain our life force energy. That’s me.

Theory about the flowers

After seeing this post by @jikookiejar I couldn’t stop thinking about that scene.
I don’t know for sure what kind of flowers are that in the MV but they are remind me of roses. But as far as I know, there are no thing like natural blue-white roses so I’m a little bit confused…

Another thing is, in this shot the flowers are in between a few books and party glasses - two things that commonly represent youth: studying and having fun. It’s interesting because in other shots these flowers are on a completely another table next to a lamp, and the party glasses are on the table what is next to the opposite wall of the room (the one Yoongi brushes off). Why are suddenly the flowers here? Why are the party glasses here? My theory is that this entire scene is symbolical, not just Yoongi destroying a mirror.

So I was looking for the meaning of blue and white roses and this is what I got: “Another meaning of the blue rose is that it symbolizes the impossible, or the unattainable. Since the blue rose itself is a rarity in nature, it stands for something that is hardly within one’s grasp, an object that seems too difficult to be achieved. Thus the blue rose is admired and revered as an unrealizable dream.”
And for the white roses: “The meaning of a bunch of glowing white roses is innocence and spiritual love.”

After mixing these two things together - the unrealizable dream and pure love -, I guess maybe that scene was showing us the exact moment where Sugakookie’s relationship (Jungkook’s innocence and their pure love), the boys (they realized that they can’t reach their dreams), and their brotherly bond symbolically reached their limit and broke down.
That’s the scene where the music stops for a bit, that’s the scene where Taehyung looks at us under the water. That’s the scene where the house of cards - symbol of the fragile home that each other and their friendship mean to them? - collapses, and after that moment, in the next scenes the room looks different (the books are under the table, not ON it, the other table is empty, etc.) and the flowers - their bond, their hopes, their dreams? - are on the ground, crushed.

Nice, BigHit. Thank you. 💔

Stories album by album of Alice in Chains

Jar of Flies (1994)

It was released on January 25, 1994 through Columbia Records. It is the first EP in music history to debut at number one on the Billboard 200 Chart with the first week sales exceeding 141,000 copies in the United States and was well received by critics. The EP has since been certified triple-platinum by the RIAA and has gone on to sell 4 million copies worldwide, making Jar of Flies one of the biggest sellers in Alice in Chains’ catalog.

About music and lyrics

Jar of Flies well demonstrates Alice in Chains’ broad musical scope and features a variety of predominantly acoustic songs ranging from dark, depressed passages like “Rotten Apple” and “Nutshell” to the more upbeat anthems like “No Excuses”. It also boasts various instrumentation not otherwise common in the Alice in Chains catalog; the opening track, “Rotten Apple”, features a talk box effect, and “Don’t Follow” includes both harmonica and soul-driven vocals. However, Cantrell’s signature electric guitar style still plays a prominent role in correspondence with the acoustic rhythms. “Whale & Wasp” also offers another Alice in Chains rarity in its purely instrumental nature, as does the blues/country-inspired “Swing On This”, the closing track of the album.

While it was never originally intended for a public release, Columbia Records released Jar of Flies on January 25, 1994. Jar of Flies debuted at number one on the Billboard 200, the sales that prompted this was over 141,000 during the first week of its release thus becoming the first ever EP and first Alice in Chains release to top the charts. It was the only EP ever to gain this distinction until 2004, when a mashup EP by Jay-Z and Linkin Park titled Collision Course also achieved the number one spot ten years later. Jar of Flies has since been certified triple platinum. With over 2,037,853 copies sold during its first year and sold another million more copies after two years. Paul Evans of Rolling Stone called the EP “darkly gorgeous”, and Steve Huey stated “Jar of Flies is a low-key stunner, achingly gorgeous and harrowingly sorrowful all at once.”