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This pond of molten sulfur (approximately five meters across and black due to its high-iron content) was discovered roiling in the bottom of a small crater on the Pacific Ocean floor. 

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“You okay?”

“Huh? Yeah,” Hanamaki refocuses, smiles as charmingly as he can manage whilst his stomach attempts to perform a gymnastic routine worthy of the Olympics. His date laughs warily, side-eyeing Mattsun at the table beside them.

“How long have you two been friends?” She asks, gesturing. Mattsun raises his head and gives Hanamaki a thumbs up before grinning at his own date.

“Too long,” he answers.

Her laughter is loud and just the slightest bit strained, enough that it grates at the edges of Hanamaki’s nerves, and then-

“You really don’t want to be here, do you?”

Hanamaki sighs.

“I’m sorry,” he says, but she shakes her head, dropping her napkin, and he feels guilt roil hot in his throat. “Really, um, let me take care of the bill-”

“I was going to, don’t worry,“ she tilts her head to the side. “But you should probably tell him instead of letting him try to set you up.”

“I’m sorry.” Hanamaki repeats, keeping his gaze on her feet. He watches her high-heels click and disappear until they’re replaced with worn, black trainers. “You wore those on a date?”

Mattsun makes a face, kicking his ankle beneath the table.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know.”

“Not your type? She was a little intense, I guess,” Mattsun reaches forward and nabs a bite of Hanamaki’s dessert. “You haven’t been on a date since second year, high school.”

“I know, I’m just-” really fucking gay “stressed.” and disgustingly in love with you.

A wad of rolled up napkin makes impressively accurate contact with the center of his forehead.

“I know you, okay? Don’t keep things from me.” Hanamaki’s heart stutters as Mattsun edges his chair closer, shifts towards him and lets their knees touch. “If you’re nervous, I’ll gladly come with you on every single date,” he laughs, nudging him, “but you gotta stop looking at me. People are gonna get the wrong idea.”

“Alright.” Let them.

“We’ll go out tonight, okay? Get really, really drunk and then mess with Oikawa.”

Mattsun drops a hand on his shoulder as he leaves, the lightest, most innocuous press of fingers that has Hanamaki reeling till he falls asleep that night.

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Lava flows into the Pacific Ocean at Hawaii Volcanoes National Park and slowly makes the Big Island even bigger. The glowing rocks, roiling waves and clouds of steam create one of nature’s most fascinating sights. You can’t visit Hawaii without seeing it. Photo by Aaron Meyers (www.sharetheexperience.org).

Ferguson has reached an important agreement with the Department of Justice

Another step forward for the city of Ferguson, Missouri. After a period of negotiation, the Department of Justice has reached an agreement with city officials on the reforms that the city needs to undergo in the wake of a police shooting that roiled the city and helped spark a national movement against police brutality in 2014. If the agreement is adopted, here’s how it would change police-community relations for the better

Where Do We Go From Here? (Whisper What You Want in My Ear)

I told you I would get this done eventually. Apparently all I needed was a manic-depressive episode to finally finish the last part. 

Sequel to Girl You’re All the Rage, which was the sequel to I Don’t Bite. Last installment. 


Marinette’s eyes were locked on that section of the wall, the last place she had seen Adrien before he disappeared behind the lockers.

If seen was even the word.

He had bolted for the door so fast, by the time she had whipped her head around, she’d only caught the flutter of her scarf, still clenched in his fist, and the wisp of his hair vanishing around the corner.

His speedy departure had left a heavy weight in her belly but it was the look in his eyes that made her stomach roil. She’d never seen such turmoil in Adrien before, and certainly not such vivid anxiety.

Her hand slapped over the mark on her neck and she paled. He’d obviously seen it. He’d have to be blind not to. It was angry and red and his eyes had focused on it in a dazed stare for perhaps a moment too long. The colour had entirely drained from his face and his expression morphed from one of concern to one of… loss? Confusion? Surely there was a semblance of distress in the lines of his mouth.

And that was what terrified her.

She had started to get to know Adrien better over the past few weeks. Alya had been a big help, setting up group lunch dates with the three of them and Nino. Naturally Marinette still rambled on occasion whenever Adrien would ask her a question or send a comment her way, but their friendship had been steadily growing stronger. They chatted between classes, casually texted, and shared a few secret jokes.

But that look on his face…

The shock, the staring, the quick exit… She was sure Adrien was disgusted.

It felt like her heart had dropped into her stomach was being digested.

Adrien Agreste would never look at her the same way ever again.

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