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At college commencement speeches in 2017, it’s a no-Trump zone on most campuses

Caution: If you attend a campus commencement address this spring, you could be entering a no-Trump zone.

Most college and university graduation speakers contacted by USA TODAY said they would not address the elephant in the stadium. And mention of the president and party politics has been conspicuously absent from the speeches that already have been given.

“If they invited a politician to speak, they’d get what they expected. Since they didn’t, I’ll take that as a direction’’ and avoid the subject, said former NASA astronaut Kathryn Thornton, who may speak about space exploration at Sweet Briar College in Virginia.

“Anybody whose commencement speech could be put on the editorial page of a newspaper doesn’t understand the job,’’ said Anthony Esolen, an English literature scholar who will speak at Hillsdale College in Illinois. His advice: “Leave the shifting sand dunes of the day far behind.’’

Young Justice Appreciation Month (Day 26 - Time Travel)

Title: This is the Future and You Are Alive

Pairings: Wally/Artemis


“Just tell them, okay…”

The only way Wally could describe it, really, was that it felt like sherbet dissolving on the tongue. The same sort of cooling, fizzing, tingling, just all over his body. It didn’t even hurt, he just felt nauseated.

His whole mind and body lurched – okay, that hurt – it was as if he’d been punched in the gut, or collided with something at full speed.

Except he was still running, and could see nothing but a stream of blue light all around him.

Shouldn’t he be dead?

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Eyes

What of the wind
shifting several sand dunes;
the setting sun
behind their versants;
the night that comes
without its moon;
how are the flowing rivers
unsoiled by what makes them seep;
how is vision undistorted
by the earth they hold;
how viscous the auburn –
I’m of intent to examine
their texture in my fingers
like a connoisseur of silk, of cashmere;
what is the value of the gold
betwixt the bosoms of copper;
what if its rust is scraped
to reveal the red Nile submerged;
which god slumbers
in the shade of your lashes;
which county or country
do they call home;
whose reflection is that
in the lowered moat of their fort;
how does hope flee
such intimate cages;
where does one find
a replicate perception,
such a truth whose timbre
is douse in fiery resolution?

Shifting sand dunes reveal large Bronze Age settlement

Shifting sands have revealed a significant complex of Bronze Age buildings in Orkney.

Archaeologists made the discovery at Tresness in Sanday while on a walk in poor weather on Monday.

The remains of 14 houses and stone tools, including knives, have been described as “one of the biggest complexes of Bronze Age settlement in the Scottish isles”.

The finds on the beach could be more than 4,000 years old.

Archaeologists believe the houses were buried by sand dunes in the second millennium BC - but have recently been exposed by the actions of weather and the sea. Read more.

Regular day at work

Context: Our party and some of our men (we have a mercenary company) are out scouting. We walk along a river and the wizard feels a strange magical shift looking at the sand dunes surrounding it. This has happened before but around a bush in another area. He becomes distracted and starts focusing in on it to determine what it is etc. The cleric (who is officially the captain for the merc company) groans and glares.

C: Leave it. It will take hours. We have work to do.

W: Go on ahead, I’ll catch up.

The cleric is a soldier to the core, in the leave no man behind kind of way. They bicker about it for a while. The cleric runs out of patience.

C: I cast detect magic. What is it?

DM: Remnants of an ancient magical event, clearly black magic or death magic. 

C: Okay, it’s the remnants of an ancient magical event or what not. Necromantic or some kind of black magic shit. Can we go now?

W: That’s really interesting. You can go ahead.

C: Motherf…. Fine. Darek (second in command of the mercs) come with me, take four of the archers with you. The rest of the infantry stays here and makes sure the wizard is safe.

W: Nothing will happen. The event of undead rising is very unlikely.

Cleric and co walk away, catching up with our scouting rogue. Five hours later (in-game time not irl time), and after losing one of the archers, and almost the rogue, to a giant lizard/dinosaur and wading through leech infested marshes they come out on the other side of the river, builds a raft and fetches the wizard who just started walking down the beach again with our foot soldiers.

W: Ah there you are! Had a nice walk did you?

C (OOC): I do not hit him. Do I get an inspiration for that? 

DM: No, but your men are impressed by your self-control.

How To Drown In The Desert :: Ch2

Read and review here on ffn or ao3 (also with chapter 1) 

as always, fanart/graphics/fanmix/messages in my inbox about this fic are always welcome ;)

                       CHAPTER TWO: An Essential Guide to Aliens

The sand-dweller’s planet was a steaming ball of sand. Sloping dunes rose in every direction as the castle-ship soared over the planet and entered the atmosphere. The planet orbited near the sun, so Allura had to drive carefully to avoid being pulled into the star’s orbit instead of just the planet’s, but she did so expertly (like she did with everything, Shiro thought with a hint of pride).

The planet had very few oasis left, leading to overcrowding and fights over the limited water source. Still, they had been invited to the most luxurious of all, where the king of the planet dwelled, King Ilvaar.

“Have you ever come into contact with these aliens before?” Hunk asked nervously, fidgeting with his helmet. “Like, are they friendly, or are they friendly in the ‘used-to-be-friendly-but-are-now-vicious-and-violent’ kind of way like that planet you sent Lance and I to get the Yellow Lion―”

“The Sjarka are an intelligent, sensible race,” said Coran. “Oppressed and damaged by the Galra, but living in such a harsh environment has made them grow wary of outsiders, and very resourceful to how to survive on their planet. They would be great allies! But yes,” Coran smoothed down his mustache, “they can be rather violent.”

“Great,” Keith muttered.

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Island Living

Tranquil Flinders Island lies off the north east coast of Tasmania. Beyond the shifting sand dunes of the deserted beaches lies the pristine cool waters of the Bass Strait and sightings of other untouched islands. These islands make up the Furneaux group of 52 islands; of which Flinders is the largest. 

This coastal playground draws visitors looking for a taste of adventure. Pause for a spot of fishing, dive deep into the hidden coves, or escape into the sky-scraping pink and grey granite mountain ranges of the Strzelecki National Park for remarkable views across the half-moon beaches and rolling farmland. 

Flinders Island can be reached via flights from Launceston, Tasmania and Essendon, Victoria or via ferry from Bridport, Tasmania and Port Welshpool, Victoria.

Find out more about unwinding on Flinders Island here.

Go Behind The Scenery here.

Photo Credit: Published on Instagram by visitflindersisland.

We know things when we are sixteen.
By the way the apple stem falls who we will marry,
our favorite band will be together forever,
the tattoo we get the day we turn eighteen,
we will never throw away
the other half of this friendship bracelet.
Sure footed mountain goats, we never look down.

When we are twenty two we know the truth,
people come and go,
and some people stay
in the end we know more
or as much at twenty two
as we did at sixteen.

I’m not revealing to you
some unknown truth,
no janitor in mask,
no man behind the curtain.
The sands shift
we still have sand-dunes
and grit in our shoes.
Trust me.
Swear on your favorite character.
No, swear on your poetry.
In the end we are just words.

Reasons why I love the Group Meditation scene in TCW: The Lost Missions (A personal rant):

It is a solemn congregational act of communing with The Force. In that scene, within the quiet enclave of the Council Room, the tallest spire of the Temple, well-above the skyline of Coruscant, the Jedi are seekers. They are seeking a greater Truth beyond which they can see. A deeper sensorial and spiritual pursuit. A level of introspection that transcends their individual selves. Imagine a gust of wayward wind suddenly slowing down with leaves caught in it, imagine a cresting wave crashing with each grain of sand upon a shore, imagine great mounds of sand dunes shifting the face of a desert… all eclipsed into the space of a red heartbeat. How the elements are collective and alive. If the Living Force could be defined as an act, this is itThe Jedi are a community, so this act of group mediation is a witnessing of Jedi being Jedi. It is beautiful and it is important.