strange rock formation

The Egg Factory

Farmington, New Mexico

The Egg Factory, an area littered with strange rock formations resembling cracked eggs, in the heart of the Bisti/De-Na-Zin Wilderness in northwest New Mexico.


Peter Pan x Mermaid!Reader | Part 1

Fic Type: OUAT Peter Pan x Reader, Mermaid!Reader

Summary: Pan is itching for adventure, and he gets more than he bargained for. Here’s Part 2.

Warnings: None.

Author’s Note: I have been needing to do a OUAT Peter Pan imagine for some time, so here it is. (Your hair will be long in this story, as you are a mermaid and idk I just think mermaid should have long hair. So sue me.)

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This song really nails why Depa Billaba is and will always be my favorite Jedi Master, and her lineage the best Jedi lineage.

(Uh, if the connection isn’t obvious, it’s what I wrote here:

“Master Billaba, if any part of you can hear this—I just want you know you aren’t forgotten. You died so that I could survive, and, well…” He catches himself running his hand over his hair. “I guess that really did a number on me for a while. But I get it now. I’d do the same for Ezra, or Sabine. Any of them, really.”

After a moment, he amends: “Uh…maybe not Chopper.”

The wind picks up, whistling a thin, mournful song through the strange rounded rock formations so characteristic to Lothal. Kanan finds himself smiling. “Do you know the one lesson I think of most often? It was the first one you ever taught me. I’d heard the other younglings talking about you, calling you ‘damaged goods.’ And I didn’t know what to think about that, so I went to you and asked if it was true.“

And you said—you said—
I imagine the answer is yes.

The wind sings. Kanan lifts his face, letting the bracing chill of the air wash over him. “All the other Jedi Masters, they seemed so perfect. I wasn’t sure I could ever be as wise and as powerful as them. But you—you knew you weren’t perfect, and you did great things anyway. You lived with your failures and you kept going.

“Now I’m damaged goods. And Ezra is damaged. But I know that we can be true Jedi anyway, because you were the greatest one I’ve ever known.”

The Bisti/De-Na-Zin Wilderness is a rolling landscape of badlands in New Mexico, which offers some of the most unusual scenery found in the Southwest. Time, water and wind have etched a fantasy world of strange rock formations made of layered sandstone, shale, mudstone, coal and silt. The weathering of the sandstone forms hoodoos – carved rock in the form of pinnacles, spires, cap rocks and other unusual forms like these “cracked eggs” recently captured by photographer Matt Beckmann under a purple sunset. Photo courtesy of Matt Beckmann.

Fade to Black and Back, chapter 9: “Legacy”

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Note: This is another gen-rated chapter. I originally wrote up the story seed of Kanan’s dream in response to a very cute post by @joganpie.

Ezra sleeps fitfully in Ryder Azadi’s makeshift hut. Kanan keeps watch outside, watching the moons set and the sky turn gray in anticipation of dawn. There’s very little he can do to help his padawan now. He has no solace to offer beyond the assurance that he’ll be here, that he’ll continue to guard and guide Ezra as best he can. And whatever comfort the boy may have found in Kanan’s words, earlier:

“The Jedi teach that life doesn’t cease at death, but merely changes form in the Force. Your parents are alive inside you, Ezra. They will be—always.”

Kanan believes those words were true. He also knows how insufficient the same sentiment seemed to him after his master was gunned down. Whatever he carries of Depa Billaba inside himself, it’s no substitute for her gentle humor, her forthright honesty, her warmth and caring and vulnerability and bravery and living, breathing presence.

Ezra’s strength in the Force continues to grow rapidly. Perhaps too rapidly. His visions—that’s something Kanan has never experienced himself. He’s not envious. They seem to be as much a curse as a blessing.

Kanan does, occasionally, have particularly vivid dreams. He’s dreamed of Master Billaba many times. Sometimes he dreams of her as she was: old lessons, old memories echoing into the present. More rarely, he dreams of her as she might have been—streaks of silver in her black hair, lines of wisdom on her face. Too often, he dreams of her death.

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2014.02.21 ★ LA! NY!

CROSS×BEATS [*cellphone music game] is too amusing. Headphones are recommended. It’s Tomoya.

Everyone, have you all been well.
I’m so sorry for the late update.

If I were to tell you about what we’ve been doing since the year started,
we’ve been recording and making songs,, we’ve been spending each day quite fully.

Well well, a few days ago,
we came to do lives in LA and NY!
It’s our first time to do lives in America and, anyway if I think about it well, it’s the first actual live since the end of year festivals so I was a little anxious but, I enjoyed it with all my heart!
It was the best time.
Especially in NY, I feel like everyone’s concentration powers were the greatest out of recent times.
Before I realized it, it was like it was all over, it was lives that finished in quite the mysterious way.

To everyone that came,
thank you so much!

And so, we’re going to continue recording!
A bunch of crazy songs are coming to life.
Look forward to all of ‘em!

See you, see you!


The Other Side of Sunday

Relationship: Tenth Doctor x Rose Tyler

Rating: Teen

Summary: In which they have no concept of personal space. He never lands on Sundays, he thinks they’re boring. So they stay in the Vortex and he shows Rose a new room on the Tardis. They share a quiet and lazy moment, drawing on each other.


Today feels like a Sunday even though there’s no way to tell. At first, Rose had tried to keep track of days, held on to her calendar, but now she appreciates the elasticity of time. All she knows is that it’s a day for sweatpants and no make-up, for crossword puzzles and a cup of tea. The Doctor seems to be on the same wavelength – grey t-shirt and pyjama bottoms low on his hips – when she meets him in the corridor, just outside the kitchen. She likes to think she’s the one who taught him the value of lazy days.

“Good morning!”

Even his smile is lazy today, the corners of his mouth rising slowly and crinkles reaching his slightly hooded eyes. The unusual smile turns her insides to fudge all the same.

“Morning Doctor. Where are you going?” Rose asks, noticing the loaf of bread and the jam he’s carrying.

“Did you know that there’s a Sun room?”

Knowing the Doctor and the Tardis, Rose imagines a room so hot you can’t survive in it. Maybe he’ll use it to make toasts. She’s reluctant to follow him to such a place but – let’s be real – she’d follow him anywhere. With an old copy of the Sunday Times under her arm and a mug in her hand, she walks behind his lanky frame.


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The Forbidden Truth - RP with Lucagorilla

He wasn’t entirely sure if the day was hotter than usual, or if it was simply because they had abandoned the cart some distance back and had elected to traverse the rocky terrain on foot. Even alone, the horses would have struggled to get this far up the hill, lugging their equipment would have made it impossible. Cornelius was certainly finding it close enough to the bone to have suggested they begin their dig lower down. That would have been safest, but no; up they went.

The small team of four had been on the move now for hours, and their destination was finally in sight. The sun was at it’s highest position now, blindingly bright whenever they looked up towards the apex of the incline, where the land flattened out onto what Cornelius believed to be a large sprawl of land. That was where they would begin their dig, and that was where they would, powers allowing, find items of interest to bring back for study. For once he didn’t feel so much trepidation or caution, he simply wanted a moment to catch his breath.

With the back of one hand he wiped the sweat from his brow and motioned the others on up with him, passing up the woven bags full of their equipment once everyone was on the next ledge, then he climbed up too, ignoring the fatigue in his muscles as he did so. They were finally there. Upon his head rising above the level everyone else was standing on, he found himself frowning slightly, brows shadowing his eyes for a moment in the process…what were they staring at so intently?

It only took one glance to see why they were so enraptured, the land stretched on for miles in eddies of sand that sprawled like a dry oceanic bed, and strange, spire-like rock formations in the very distance, barely visible against the heat of the midday sun.

“There’s something you don’t see every day, how do you suppose they were formed?” - This from the junior member of the party, a female chimpanzee named Nyssa, who was all wide eyes and wonder. Her enthusiasm was both a blessing and a curse,  and judging by the knot of apprehension Cornelius was feeling when he looked out towards those very distant spires, it seemed to be more of the latter right now.

“Those? Oh…we are probably standing on what used to be a large body of water at some point in time.” He said trying to brush the question off as nothing at all interesting - although he was interested - “The water current and silt would have shaped them that way, nothing too interesting.”

Unsure if his discouragement had worked, he dove a hand inside the bag he’d previously slung over one shoulder, and began pulling out some of the equipment, glancing sidelong at Nyssa, who was still staring at the horizon like she had wanderlust. His nose crinkled a little, disconcerted.

“Come along, we have to set up site here, this place is very close to where I found the artifact.”

The ‘artifact’ as he’d so put it, was a small fragment of a bent and twisted piece of metal, fashioned thinly enough that it was light to carry, but sturdy enough that it had stood the test of time. On it’s surface was part of some lettering, although the full message hadn’t been clear, what had been obvious, was that someone had been living up here at some point in time. So close to the zone that was forbidden to all apes, Cornelius knew he trod a fine line bringing anyone up here, much less to admit he’d been this way himself. Somehow, though, he’d managed to convince his superiors that this was a viable venture.


Strange Planet, by Pcoskun

This is another image I made while visiting this unique landscape in Northern Arizona. This scene is definitely much larger than it appears to be. The pool of ice below is nearly thirty feet across and perhaps forty feet below where I am standing. This is an extremely wide field of view and uses six horizontal frames stitched vertically for a near 180 degree field of view. The strong orange glow is coming from the city of page, miles away from this remote sandstone location. Every time I visit this place, I feel like I have been transported to another planet. Its strange and unique rock formations making it appear so extraterrestrial especially under the stars.

Fade-rocks in the Hissing Wastes

You know something that’s been bothering me for some time now? The various strange, dark. pointy rock formations in the Hissing Wastes. Just sitting there, smack dab in the middle of nowhere, completely unlike all other solid rock in the area.

It’s quite apparent that they’re fade-rocks, as they look just like the ones you find in the fade and at the ruins of the Temple of Sacred Ashes. The fact that they usually appear in a circle-formation around rifts support this.

Why do they glow green, though? And why the particle effect that is so very similar to the one on red lyrium? Could it be a third kind of Lyrium? possibly, but a more likely theory is that it is Veilquartz, the ore that drops from rifts in the Frostback Basin, in raw form. 

These rock formations don’t show up there, though…

Anyway, from how they are placed, it looks like they’ve fallen down from the Breach, doesn’t it?

But that’s a little strange, no? The Hissing Wastes is one of the regions that are located the furthest away from the conclave explosion. Why don’t we see these in other areas that are way closer, like Emprise du Leon or the Hinterlands?

To be fair, they DO show up in the Emerald Graves, but then again, none of those glow green… Long-time exposure to the rifts, perhaps? Seems possible, considering that the Hissing Wastes is a late-game area, so by the point you get there, they’ve probably been there a while.

That doesn’t explain their absence in the Emprise du Leon, though. I doubt that the Red Templars would bother removing them and the rest of the area is in too poor a state to be able to do anything about them.

But if they came from the fade, why would long-time exposure to rifts change them? And why don’t we see any of the glowing green stuff in the fade in the first place?

It’s likely simply environmental design, as the HIssing Wastes are very large and barren. They needed to shake things up a bit, make it look more interesting.

But what if there’s something more to it?

Some time ago I found this little rock, of the same brand as the other rock formations, save the green-glowy parts thatonly showed up near rifts. 

Alone save for a few ruined statues and a few buddy-rocks, no rifts around it, no landmark in sight, in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Probably fallen from the breach, right?


After taking a closer look, I noticed something interesting. The direction of the impact. By observing the direction that the tip of the stone was pointing, which was the same direction as that of its buddies I might add, I noticed that it pointed to the north-north-east.

And considering where the Hissing wastes is on the map…

North-north-east is nowhere near the direction of the breach.

So, that begs the question, just where did these rocks come from if not for the breach? Was there a previous breach in times now forgotten? That seems unlikely. The hissing wastes is a desert, and a desert is constantly shifting. Any loose, fallen rock like that would have been long buried. They must have landed there recently. Unlike the dwarven ruins in the area, they’re quite small and situated on comparatively unstable ground.

Space-rocks? Wrong shape, but… space-rocks?

You know what, I’ll just call the green, glowy stuff space-lyrium until I think of something better.

Thoughts, anyone?

(Also, hey Jez! I developed the theory a bit! *waves franctically* I hate to bother you, but I have pretty much no one else to discuss this with, not even IRL, and it’s really bothering me! 

…this wouldn’t be an issue if I actually had any followers… TwT)
Outlander's Tobias Menzies Reveals A Big Frank-related Change In The TV Series -

At Comic-Con last week, we had the opportunity to sit with the cast of Starz’s upcoming Outlander series. When speaking to Tobias Menzies, he talked a bit about his character Frank Randall, and in the process, revealed something that should be of interest to fans of the book. To put it simply, expect a lot more Frank.

This article contains one major spoiler from the book and some vague comments about the first half of the first season of the TV series. If you haven’t read Outlander or don’t want to know anything about what’s ahead on the show, consider yourself warned!

Tobias Menzies plays two roles in Ronald D. Moore’s Outlander series. The first is Frank Randall, husband to Claire (Caitriona Balfe), a World War II combat nurse who’s on vacation with Frank when she visits a strange rock formation and is thrown back through time to 18th century Scotland. As we follow Claire throughout this story, Frank pretty much disappears the moment Claire is in the past. We don’t see what’s going on with him in the present day. But Menzies says the series is going to touch on the other side of this story, in an effort to establish Frank and Claire’s relationship as fully as possible…

…So that when she loses it and then later on chooses not to go back to it that it’s a genuine dilemma, a genuine loss. I suppose you could argue that in the books, he’s quite thinly drawn. But we’ve tried to build him up, so it’s a genuine dilemma for her.“

It makes sense, when we consider the shift from book to TV. In the book, even as we see Claire developing romantic feelings toward Jamie, we know she loves Frank and misses him, because the story is told from her perspective. Out of sight doesn’t mean out of Claire’s mind. But how do they relay that with a TV show? Including more Frank might help develop that part of Claire’s story and help add a bit of depth to the choices she has to make.

The poster for the series actually clued us in to the dilemma…

Tobias Menzies goes on to say that in Episode 8, we’ll get to catch up with Frank a few months after Claire’s disappearance…

"He’s talking to police and trying to come to terms with his wife disappearing off the face of the Earth. It’s the furthest away from the books, but it’s a good thing.”

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Tobias Menzies is also set to play Frank’s ancestor, Black Jack Randall, a not-so-nice British Army Captain whose path crosses with Claire’s. While we know Frank to be an educated, relatively mild-mannered man, Tobias Menzies teased another side to Claire’s husband that will be glimpsed in the series, and might reveal a hint of his ancestor’s temper. Menzies says we’ll see Frank “sort of fraying,” as he deals with Claire’s disappearance, and there’s an “odd flash of Black Jack within Frank.” He calls it an ancestral echo.

It sounds interesting! We’ll have to see how this plays out in the context of the series. I’m especially excited to see the contrast of Frank and Jack with Menzies performances and that mentioned flash of Jack in Frank as he tries to cope with Claire’s disappearance.

Outlander premieres August 9 on Starz. Find out what Diana Gabaldon had to say about choosing World War II for Claire’s backstory here.