sand piles

Gay dads au where they go to Florida with the Giles’ and the Ogdens.

They all stay in a nice resort and split the costs of the rooms and meals.

The kids have a blast at Disney World and Kyle almost throws up after a ride and Megan screams every time she sees Pluto.

Rosie and Byron offer to look after the kids while John and Sidney walk through Epcot Center and have some quiet time at one of the adults only cocktail bars.

After a heavy and expensive lunch, they all go back to the resort and crash in their rooms, and then after dinner go to see the Disney fireworks show, where Megan will fall asleep while she’s sitting on John’s shoulders.

The next few days, they spend time on the beach and Kyle and Megan chase sand crabs, and Kat helps the kids bury her sleeping husband under a pile of sand.

As they all leave Florida in their convoy of cars, the kids fall asleep instantly (as it’s 6am when they leave), with Kyle’s face pressed against window and Megan clutching her plush Stitch in her arms.

It’s strange how your childhood sort of feels like forever. Then suddenly you’re sixteen and the world becomes an hourglass and you’re watching the sand pile up at the wrong end. And you’re thinking of how when you were just a kid, your heartbeat was like a kick drum at a rock show, and now it’s just a time bomb ticking out. And it’s sad. And you want to forget about dying. But mostly you just want to forget about saying goodbye.
—  Beau Taplin
  • Me: We're gonna write today
  • Brain: OK
  • Brain: [Warms up]
  • Brain: [Starts whirring]
  • Brain: [Arranging words] -
  • Me: Wait! No! I mean we're gonna write the thing we were planning on writing. Not a new thing. I don't recognise this new thing. I need to write the old thing.
  • Brain:
  • Me:
  • Brain: Well, you should have said, shouldn't you?

Some things to remember in the coming season, in case the show has muddled canon:

-Rickon is alive and likely well, bonding with his wolf.

-Nymeria is not “too wild” for Arya, and is waiting for her.

-Bran is the heir to Winterfell.

-Sansa/Alayne is in the Vale, having never met Ramsay.

-The Sand Snakes aren’t a pile of poorly-written, laughable garbage.

-Jon Snow loves Arya Stark.

Feel free to add anything else I might have forgotten!

Radiation in the real Mojave Wasteland

Before I get into the details you should know that the majority of the radiation that fell across the Mojave is gone by now. However that does not mean there are not still pockets of it left and of course uranium mines and so on. 

Post WWII the US wanted to test as many bombs as possible to see what the effects were in all sorts of conditions, depths, heights and so on. At the time the most sparsely populated place in the US was in Southern Nevada. This was when Las Vegas was just beginning to come into it’s own and I-15 to Los Angeles had not even been constructed yet.

Here is a map of the Nevada Test Range

And here is what the most heavily cratered part of it looks like

The majority of those detonations were underground however the site had been used for above ground and aerial detonation also. 

All of the material blasted into the atmosphere had to go somewhere and one of the biggest air currents in the area goes from the ocean through Los Angeles and into central Utah. It covers the majority of the Mojave desert and of course that material was blown directly into it. 

Here is a map of the three heaviest effected regions in the states of Nevada, Utah and Arizona

My Grandfather was living in St George Utah at the time having retired from the Army post WWII and he, with his wife and five kids were all subjected to the fallout from Nuclear blasts in Nevada. My mother and uncles did not develop problems from it but my Grandmother had lung cancer in her later years and my Grandfather had a variety of health problems from a weak immune system in his 50′s until his death in his 80′s. What they experienced was a very real concern that many people in the area experienced and it was not until the late 1980′s that a real solid investigation on the effects of being down wind of the blasts had. 

The Radioactive Fallout lost the majority of its Radioactivity within a few years but there are hot spots dotting the Mojave where sediment has collected since the testing being washed down river or through floods and they measure a higher radiation than normal. None of them are particularly lethal, you’d have to spend a few months on them to get a high enough dose to matter but it is a concern for the smaller species in the area that do have to deal with it. 

The other problem we face out here are the hundreds of Uranium Mines all over the desert. I’ve talked a lot about them before but many of these mines had no regulation on them and people just dug wherever they could and contaminated the surrounding area. Uranium itself does not have too much Radioactivity unless you detonate it and those fine fallout particles settle however it’s a heavy metal and will leech into the soil and water table like mercury will. I was poisoned by Uranium when I inhaled a lot of fine ore dust over the period of a few hours as I napped on a fine tailings pile of sand. I had to be treated with Iodine and have my system flushed and it took a bit before I was back to normal. I had a representative from Utah’s Mining Regulation tell me that for every known Uranium mine there are probably two they don’t know about. The ones that are particularly dangerous have been sealed off like the one in the photo below. 

It’s just a fact of life out here in the Mojave. The mutation rate from what I have seen is no higher than normal. We do get mutations in animals every so often but you get that all across the US.

So when people say I am only playing at Fallout and I’m obsessed with it they don’t really get that I actually live it. I live in the most heavily nuclear bombed area in the world. At one point just about everyone living down here in the 50′s was exposed to high levels of fallout. I’ve been exposed to Uranium. I also scrap, scavenge, spelunk, hunt, trap and survive off the land. I was doing this long before the Fallout games even existed and They just over exaggerated a part of my life. New Vegas in particular since it takes place in my home region. 

Sometimes reality is just as messed up as fiction. 

You’re a Superhero?!

Originally posted by space1boy

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: None

Request: Pete finding out that Reader (his schoolmate/neighbor? U decide) lives in Stark Tower and is secretly part of the crew when he walks in, catching her do her superpower thing (maybe training w one of them?).


“Harder! You need to put your whole weight behind your punches.”

You paused for a moment, panting. You were training with Rhodey, trying to master basic fighting. Even though you could create fire out of thin air with your superhero powers, Tony still thought you should know how to handle yourself if your powers ever suddenly failed.

“Do I really need to learn this stuff? My powers have never failed before,” you said, wiping a drop of sweat from your brow.

“It’s better to be safe than sorry,” Rhodey said. You rolled your eyes, swinging your arm around for another punch at the punching bag swinging in front of you. This time, you drew on the power within you until your fist was surrounded in a glove of flame. The punching bag exploded in a ball of fire, flying halfway across the room. You blinked when sand blew in your eyes from the broken bag.

“Really?” Rhodey said, exasperated.

You shrugged. “Sorry, I got a little frustrated.”

“I can see that.” Rhodey strode forward, picking up a new punching bag from the wall. You turned to get a drink from your water bottle when you paused. Someone was standing in the doorway, staring at you with an open mouth.

“Y/N?”

“Peter?” You recognized your classmate immediately. What was he doing at the tower?

“You’re an Avenger?” Peter said, stepping into the training room.

“Sort of.” You frowned, setting down your bottle. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m uh… I’m Spider-Man.”

“Really?” you stared at him incredulously. The cute boy you had stared at in science class and watched walking down the halls was a superhero? He was like you?

“Yeah. That’s quite the superhero power you have.”

You glanced over at the burst punching bag, wincing at the pile of sand. You would be cleaning that up later. “I need to learn how to control it.”

“I think it looks cool,” Peter said.

You smiled, shrugging. You didn’t know what to say.

“Besides, we can work on the control thing together, Avenger,” Peter grinned.

You swallowed nervously, meeting Peter’s eyes. “Yeah, we can.”

anonymous asked:

Aaah, requests are open, I am so happy, I love you guys!!! Okay, so, if it's okay, could you two write about the RFA+V+Saeran going all together to the beach? And, ah....I really love how you write Saeran (I'm that Anon from some time ago) so, if it's okay, could you write this with Saeran crushing on MC or they already dating each other (you choose)? I am really sorry if this a strange or hard request, if you dont want to do it, you can write an idea of your own, I just love your writing a lot!

Thank you so much! We actually LOVED writing this. This was really sweet:) We left out V, just because…well, spoilers;) Those who’ve been through the secret ends know, but we hope you don’t mind too much! Enjoy this one:) 


  • Saeyoung and Yoosung had spontaneously started planning a beach day in a chatroom
  • While it was out of the blue, everyone else seemed to think it was a good idea
  • So they found a weekend they were all free
  • Saeran was against it nearly the entire time, but eventually caved in after Saeyoung’s *cough* persuasive argument
  • “I told you, I don’t want to go!” 
  • “But, Saeran, MC is coming.”
  • “….Ugh, I guess it won’t be that bad.”
  • On the day itself, your car happens to be in the shop, so you ask for a ride
  • Saeyoung is all too happy to oblige
  • When he pulls up to your driveway, he tells Saeran to sit in the back
  • “Why? The shotgun is free.”
  • “Just go!” 
  • “But MC said she wanted to sit in the back–”
  • “My car, my rules!”
  • “Well, your rules are stupid.”
  • Saeran finds out why soon after…
  • Saeyoung seems to miss every single turn or gets lost often, resulting in super sharp U-turns that send you and Saeran flying into each other’s arms on a constant basis real subtle, Saeyoung
  • Thanks to Jumin, the area you guys settle into isn’t crowded at all
  • Everyone is too excited to get into the water, but Saeran isn’t too enthusiastic
  • He stays behind and offers to set up the blankets and umbrellas, and you linger behind to help him
  • He’s having such a hard time and he keeps complaining to you
  • “Ugh! I hate the sand. So much.”
  • “Settle down there, Anakin,” you laugh ;););)
  • He loosens up and actually starts enjoying the conversation with you
  • Until Yoosung comes over and dumps a bucket of water on him…with sand on the bottom
  • With the glare Saeran gives him, Yoosung is trembling
  • “I did it for the Honey Buddha Chips!” meanwhile Saeyoung is laughing on the sidelines
  • Saeran doesn’t care if it was a bet, he chases the terrified Yoosung all around the beach and straight into the water
  • You follow along–it was too good not to watch
  • Zen and Jaehee excuse themselves to check out the boardwalk and get drinks for everyone
  • They have some bonding time taking selfies and talking about Zen’s new projects and Jaehee’s work
  • Jaehee starts fangirling a little when Zen’s hair starts waving because of the sea salt
  • Zen would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the attention
  • Meanwhile, Saeyoung is attempting to build an epic sandcastle, but he keeps failing cuz his plans keep getting washed away by the water
  • Jumin is watching and gets really frustrated
  • He draws an elaborate blueprint and joins Saeyoung
  • With Saeyoung’s building skills and Jumin’s delegation and good ideas, they start building literally the most epic sandcastle ever also they actually bond instead of fighting over Elizabeth the 3rd
  • Yoosung is watching in awe on the side
  • Finally he comes up and asks if he could help
  • Jumin flat out says no
  • Saeyoung doesn’t refuse though
  • “Yoosung! Your body is the perfect size for a moat. Just lay down here, and I’ll use you as a mold.” 
  • Gullible Yoosung goes along with it and Saeyoung piles sand on top of him
  • “Oh, you know what, let me ask Jumin something real quick!” he says and walks away
  • He doesn’t come back and poor Yoosung is just calling for someone to free him from the heavy sand
  • Zen comes by a little later
  • “Hyung! Thank goodness! Can you help me?”
  • Zen kneels down and starts drawing abs on him, snickering, “See what you could look like if you worked out like me?”
  • Yoosung doesn’t get free until you come along and wash him off…after a few pics of course
  •  Both Jaehee and Saeran start to  get sunburn, so they’re sitting under these huge umbrellas wrapped in towels and soaked in sunscreen
  • You feel bad for Saeran sitting there pouting so you ask if he wants to get ice cream with you on the boardwalk
  • Zen perks up too,“Oh! Can I come?”
  • Saeran jumps to his feet and grabs your wrist, “No. MC let’s go.”
  • The walk there is ten times longer than it needed to be, but neither of you are complaining
  • At first, he’s not really saying much, but he keeps running his hand through his hair and clearing his throat
  • He finally opens up a little when you actually get the ice cream and walk along the boardwalk
  • He even starts getting playful, taking a small bite from your ice cream or chasing you around when you smear some on his cheek
  • You’ve never seen him laugh so much
  • He finds out he’s pretty good at those arcade games, so he keeps playing them
  • He wins you several stuffed animals, and you two even have some matching ones
  • The sun is setting by the time you get back to the others
  • You all just sit around, mostly in silence and eating
  • While everyone is packing up, you and Saeran sneak away to get one last walk on the beach together
  • He even got the courage to hold your hand for a little
  • It was one of the nicest days you’ve ever had 

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Door Struggles

Critters asked: How many cumulative hours has Vox Machina fought with doors on stream?

It’s impossible to say in in-game time because some of it wasn’t measured in neat 6-second rounds. We can, however, measure real life time! For this (and for fun), we decided to include some barriers and portals that functioned as doors as well. We didn’t include doors that didn’t pose a threat to Vox Machina. Updated to Episode 85.

Time Spent Dealing With Doors and Barriers: 4:11:13

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  • Party, aggressively standing in the desert: I AM THE ZONE GUARDIAN. GUARDIAN OF THE ZONES
  • Ghoul, holding his arms out and presenting party poison as BLI cars approach: BLI QUIVERS BEFORE HIM
  • Party, throwing piles of sand at the cars: FUCK OOOOFFFFFFFFF
Abandoned Uranium Mines - Utah & Arizona

Just a few abandoned Uranium Mines. When people ask me how I got radiated if you look at the second pic it was on a sand pile like that in the middle that was comfortable and I fell asleep on it. 

Heated Weather, Crimson Blush (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

Title: Heated Weather, Crimson Blush  [ REQUESTED by @wildeone97​ ]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Genre: Fluff

MASTERLIST

Hi sweetie, I don’t know if this is what you’re looking for but because the request was so open ended, I just went with what flowed for me. Hope you enjoy it!

The unforgiving summer weather has finally taken its toll on the residents of the Avengers Tower. Everyone was in a sluggish trance every time they came back from the outside, and all they wanted to do was relax on the plush couches under the tower’s blasting cold air conditioning.

The speedster of the group, Pietro, couldn’t stand spending another day just sitting around and suggested to the team, with surprising enthusiasm despite the sweltering heat, that what they needed was to appreciate the sun and enjoy a day out at the beach.

There were hums of approval that got drowned out by the groans of displeasure sounding throughout the room. (Y/N) visibly brightened up at the suggestion and her eye sparkled with excitement; the long summer days taking a toll on her.

On the end of the couch, was a scowling Bucky Barnes. The serum made his body temperature considerably higher than the lot - sans Steve, and the heat was making him crankier than normal. The mere idea of having to leave the cooling compound and make his way to bask under the sun was unappealing at best.

With that thought, the frown on his face deepened until he managed to steal a glance at the eager look (Y/N) sported. The frown lightened up slightly, a fond smile creeping its way to his face.

“C'mon you oldies, just imagine the bikinis Nat, Wanda and (Y/N) would be wearing!” Pietro voiced out with a chuckle, speeding his way back to his room to pack. Bucky couldn’t help but let his mind wander into the forbidden territory of (Y/N) wearing one of those pretty little numbers that dames of the 20s wore. A blush crept onto his cheeks as he tried to shake the image from his mind.


The journey to the beach was fun and lighthearted albeit more than a little chaotic with the heroes filling up three full cars. Tony’s car was blasting tracks after tracks of ACDC; Steve’s was playing music from the 40s and Nat’s had playlists of Pop songs of the 2000s. (Y/N) and Wanda rode with Nat at her request or more like demand, despite Pietro constantly pestering (Y/N) to ride with him on Tony’s car much to Bucky distaste.

When Nat threw her dirty sock at Pietro for pestering (Y/N) and shut him down, pulling (Y/N) to her car, Bucky couldn’t suppress the satisfied smirk and silently thanked Nat for pulling (Y/N) away from the speedster.


(Y/N) eyes fleeted several times towards Steve’s car that sat Bucky, Sam, and Bruce unknowingly. The fourth time she stole a look at the sleek black car, Nat called her out and said with a smirk, “So (Y/N), who is it that so interesting in the car over?”, only to earn a red-faced (Y/N) that now only looked right in front for the rest of the car ride.

The trio got out of their car as Tony and Steve’s car pulled into their parking spaces. All three had on their cover-ups, sunglasses perched on their noses and rummaged through the trunk of the car for the beach-going essentials that they have packed.

(Y/N) grabbed the basket she has filled with goodies that she’s made bright and early in the morning with one arm and the other held her beach bag. She stumbled slightly and Bucky, whose eyes haven’t left (Y/N), caught her before she fell and took the picnic basket on from her and threw her a charming smile that left her warm in the face.


The entire group of child-like heroes was running amok on the beach, leaving (Y/N) to settle the food and lay the beach towels and Bucky who spurted out his overused excuse of hating the sun to stay near the girl.

Bucky and (Y/N) aren’t particularly close in the sense that they were alway too shy to start a conversation with the other or couldn’t hold a two sentence talk without stuttering and going pink. However, they probably knew a lot more about each other than they let on considering how much they secretly glanced at each other.

So when (Y/N) grabbed her bottle of sunscreen and looked over to Nat and Wanda that were a distance away playing beach volleyball with the others, Bucky knew she needed someone to help but was too embarrassed to ask him.

Bucky took a deep breath and was just about to offer (Y/N) his help when Pietro sped over, grabbing the sunscreen from her, his trademark smirk on his lip as he said, “Printsessa, you look like you need some help with this?”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed at the Sokovian that was running his mouth and was just about to stop him when a volleyball hit Pietro on his head. An exasperated Wanda came walking towards her brother, pulling his away by ear as she threw Bucky a little wink and tossed the bottle of sunscreen to him.

“Uh, um, Do you, uh, want me to um, help?” Bucky stuttered, lifting the sunscreen up to (Y/N).

“Yeah, sure. Um, thanks.” (Y/N) replied, her blush evident, dusting her cheeks.

(Y/N) started removing her crocheted white coverup causing Bucky to avert his eyes in an attempt to be the gentleman he was.

“Uhm, Bucky? I’m good.” came (Y/N)’s voice, making the soldier turned to face her.

Bucky’s line of sight fell on the girl lay face down on the beach towel before her causing him to squeeze the poor bottle so hard, the plastic contorted into half.

God, you must be testing me.

Bucky gingerly spread the sunscreen on (Y/N) back, his fingers fleeting around the tiny strings tied around her back in a little cross.

This string leaves absolutely nothing to my imagination, for goodness sakes. If I just slip and tug at it a little… No no no, James Buchanan Barnes, mama raised you better!“ Bucky chastised himself in his mind, finishing up his work on her back.


(Y/N) Has left Bucky’s side after an hour or so has settled herself with a group of young children, building sandcastles together. Bucky had his gaze set on her, and it hasn’t moved since she left his side.

A fond smile hung on his face, as he allowed himself to daydream about how wonderfully contented he would be if they would eventually have children together, playing at the beach during the dreary summer days.

A loud chorus of laughter snapped him out of his reverie, and he saw (Y/N) speaking to the group of children pointing over to his direction. She then made her way over to him, Wanda by her side.

"We’re going to go grab some smoothies for everyone, would you like one?” (Y/N) questioned, a radiant smile showing.

“Uh, yeah, sure that’d be great doll,” Bucky answered hastily, almost as though he was afraid (Y/N) would take back her offer. A small nod and smile, and the two girls were on their way.


A couple of minutes later, (Y/N) and Wanda came back with their hands filled with cups of icy smoothies only to be met with empty beach towels. The metal armed soldier that was lounging there is nowhere to be seen.

(Y/N) lifted her sunglasses and placed it on her head keeping her hair away from her face. The glaring sun made her squint at the scene in front of her. Buried in sand, was Bucky, his head the only thing visible as the group of children that were playing with (Y/N) before, giggled and used their tiny hands to pile sand atop the soldier.

She made her way to the giggling children and attempted to stifle her laughter.

“Sergeant! Sergeant! We’ll bury you in sand, and you’ll try and get out alright?” came a young boy’s voice.

“Yeah yeah! You’re strong! You’ll get out in no time!” another child continued.

Bucky noticed (Y/N) coming over and sent her a pleading look, and mouthed “Help me!”. Though, the soft smile on his face giving himself away. It has been awhile since Bucky’s felt whole and this was one of those rare moments.

(Y/N) smirked a little and kneeled down next to him, a surge of confidence filling her as the soldier helplessly stay buried under sand.

No can do sergeant. I’m sure you can do it. Here’s something for good luck.” she replied, placing a chaste kiss on the tip of Bucky’s nose.


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The Adoption

Part One

Stepping off of a plane on London soil was always a comfort to me.  The tarmac of a London airport meant I was an hour or two from the embraces of my kids and the love of my life, Emily.  I had been gone for an extended period this time, longer than usual.  Updates from home had Lucy getting the highest marks in each class, Noah motoring around the house creating havoc wherever he went and Emily buying what had to be the sexiest piece of lingerie I’d ever seen.  I couldn’t wait to get home to hold my children and bury myself inside Em.

I handed the gentlemen who would be driving me home my bag after shaking his hand and thanking him for making the hour long drive to get me to my family.  He put my bag in the trunk and within a few minutes we were off.

I tapped Emily’s phone number on my phone screen and put the phone to my ear,

“Hello, My Love.”  I heard her honey sweet voice a few minutes later.

I let my head rest against the back of the car seat,

“Hi.”

“You sound exhausted.”

“Just a long flight.”

“And how did you leave Africa?  Are they more in love with One Direction than ever?”

I laughed softly,

“Of course.”

My smile faded though.  Emily had no idea what had happened in Africa for the most part.  I wanted to get home and tell her, but I needed to gather my thoughts and my words so I could adequately give her the right information.  What I was going to ask her was big.  

Going back to Ghana with the boys was only supposed to be a few days to reconnect with the kids in the hospitals and orphanages we’d met before.  A sort up update on some of the kids to see where they were now for Red Nose Day.  I certainly didn’t expect what happened.

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It’s strange how your childhood sort of feels like forever. Then suddenly you’re sixteen and the world becomes an hourglass and you’re watching the sand pile up at the wrong end. And you’re thinking of how when you were just a kid, your heartbeat was like a kick drum at a rock show, and now it’s just a time bomb ticking out. And it’s sad. And you want to forget about dying. But mostly you just want to forget about saying goodbye.
—  Beau Taplin