the desert is not my area

The One That Got Away

by reddit user bookshelfghost

Lily Harrison and I met at a graduation party when we were eighteen. As soon as I walked into the house, her bubbling laughter caught my attention. I couldn’t help but grin because it was so contagious, and she’d noticed. Already a couple drinks in, she pointed right at me and shouted, “Hey. You’re cute. Come be my partner.” 

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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. 

Sutures and Stitches [m] (ft. Jeongguk) Part 1

Genre: Angst, action, fluff, mature (mentions of blood, wounds, medical jargon) (smut in future chapters)

→ Jungkook/Reader

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Summary: hitman!jeongguk and medstudent!Y/N bestfriends!au; Jeongguk always shows up to your place or hospital whenever he gets hurt because you guys are best friends and you patch him up, but he has no idea that every time you stitch up his wounds, it tears open new wounds in your own heart. 

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

It was your secret that your best friend was a hitman, and his secret that his best friend was a medical resident currently $200k in debt and working 80 hours a week saving people. But it worked out somehow. He kept you safe by walking you home to your dingy and dangerous apartment every night after your rounds ended in the dark hours of the night, and you helped him patch up any wounds and kept it secret from his friends and yours. It was a symbiotic relationship, dangerous anyhow, but it worked.

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OK so while I headcanon keith being of some Korean descent, i imagine him not knowing a lick of Korean bc his dad raised him in america and either he never taught him it or his dad was mixed himself and never learned it either.

However, I keep rolling this possibility around in my head that Keith probably knows spanish bc the southern desert states (texas, nevada, arizona, etc) are filled with Spanish speaking communities, especially near rural farm areas.

So what I’m saying is southerner Korean-American spanish-speaking Keith should be a thing

You can’t visit Juneau without stopping by the Mendenhall Glacier – just outside downtown Juneau. Because it’s only April (before the cruise ships start arriving) the place was pretty deserted. The ice has thinned and melted over time – it’s pretty amazing to look at pictures of what it used to look life. You can check out member station KTOO’s awesome story about how climate change is affecting the glacier here

There are a bunch of walks and hikes around the glacier – I think I walked about 8 miles just looping around the area. Folks said there’s a family of black bears living nearby – but I didn’t see any (maybe thanks to my constant clapping/singing – ha!) 

No bears – but we did see a mountain goat way up on the top of ^that^ waterfall! 


(Photos: Elissa Nadworny/NPR) 

Lies - Sidney Crosby (smut)

Requested by anon: Hey I was the Crosby anon I literally just sent one in but I changed my mind about the second one (that is, if you do it) you have a one night stand with him but you guys are secretly seeing each other and texting after & he has a girlfriend and you have a boyfriend and then guys break it off but then later you run into each other at an event and it’s awkward but you find yourselves alone and then you get into a huge argument and then he kisses you in the middle and then you have passionate sex?

A/N: I hope you like it! I’m quite with how it turned up.

Word count: 1433


Master list

Originally posted by tyler91seguin

What is he doing here? I ask myself, taking another glass of champagne from one of the waiters that are walking around. From all the places that I thought I could run into Sidney Crosby, the Pittsburgh Museum Gala wasn’t one of them, and now I’m getting face to face with my biggest mistake.

Sidney and I met six months ago in a bar. He was celebrating with the team, I don’t even remember why they were that happy anymore, and I was there with my friends. Neither of us is a party person, so we found ourselves just chatting, sitting on stools at the bar and looking how his and my friends got wasted and misbehaved. I’ve convinced myself that i must have been drunk as well, because I wouldn’t have done what I did if I wasn’t intoxicated. Sidney offered to accompany me home and when we got to my house I asked him if he wanted to come in. He did. And we didn’t even make it to front door without getting our hands on each other. Mistake numero uno, my friends.

Mistake numero dos was even worse, because if that night had been a mistake, the next two months we spent texting and seeing each other in secret were the epitome of foolishness. We just couldn’t stop. We couldn’t get enough of each other. But then things changed; Jeremy proposed. Yes, I have a boyfriend, now fiancé, and Sidney has a girlfriend.

Jeremy and I have been dating for four years, and I spent six months of those four years cheating on him with another man. I’m not proud of it, but when he proposed I decided to make it right for him and just stop whatever I had with Sidney. I cut ties and never looked back… until now.

He is looking good, but again, when isn’t he? The tailored black suit fits him perfectly and black on black has always been my favorite combination for a man. He is walking around, being stopped by everyone; he is Pittsburgh’s favorite man. I look at him, pretending to pay attention to the conversation I’m supposedly having with a couple other guests.

It seems like forever before he lays his eyes on me and I can see the surprise on his eyes. He walks towards us, but I don’t want to have this conversation, not now, not never, so I excuse myself and walk away before he can reach me, blending myself with the crowd so he can’t find me. I know he is looking for me so I can only hide or leave, but the awards haven’t even been given and I cannot just go home to Jeremy, so hiding it is. It is cold out and the terrace is empty, so I choose this spot to hide. The night is clear and frosty, and my strapless dress doesn’t cover enough skin; I shiver, hugging myself when I feel something covering my shoulders. I turn around and I see him.

“(y/n).” He says and I almost purr because of the way my name plays on his lips.

“Sidney.” I answer him and I can see him looking at the ring on my finger.

“I guess I should congratulate you.” He points at my hand and I swallow hard.

“Thank you.” I whisper.

The air is tense, charged with electricity and unspoken words. I knew that the day would come but I’m nowhere near ready to have this conversation, but Sidney is and he is not going to let this chance go.

“Why?” He asks. Why what? Why did I stop answering? Why didn’t I even say goodbye? Why were we doing it in the first place?

“It wasn’t good for any of us.” I say, leaning on the balustrade. “It was all a big lie.”

“A lie?” He asks angrily, curling his hands into fists. “How was it a lie, (y/n)? Because it sure as hell didn’t seem like a lie when you were moaning in my bed.”

I can feel my face heating up, remembering all the nights that I spent on his bed while Jeremy thought that I was away on a trip for work.

“But I have Jeremy and you have your girlfriend.” I reply, looking to my feet so he can’t see how flustered I am. “It wasn’t fa…”

“I was going to leave her.” He yells and that leaves me speechless. “Hell, I did leave her. I told her everything. But then you disappeared and I can see why.”

“He proposed and…” I try to explain, but he cuts me off.

“But it was easier for you to just say yes.” He says, getting closer to me.

“I love him.” I defend myself and he chuckles ironically.

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bookscorpion  asked:

Alright, it's me with my list of topics: *people not being all that religious * women's rights *sexuality in general Thanks again :)

The thing to remember is that when I say “not that religious,” it’s relative – i.e. a person not very religious by medieval standards would still be considered quite religious today, because the church was the medium in which public and private life was framed and in which everyone took part. It’s like how pretty much most people in the West celebrate Christmas whether or not they’re religious – it is part of the civic faith of the society. However, the perception that everyone was a bunch of wild-eyed religious zealots who unquestionably accepted whatever the church said is super, SUPER wrong.

Some reading to start you off here:

Those Terrible Middle Ages!: Debunking the Myths, by Regine Pernoud (San Francisco; Ignatius Press, 2000), is the closest thing I have to a short, readable, and general history intended for a popular audience. It will give you plenty of quick facts and overall framework for, as noted, refuting some major medieval misconceptions. Everything from here on out will be more specialized/academic.

The canons of the 1215 Lateran council, summarized ( and in full ( Among them is canon 21: “Everyone who has attained the age of reason is bound to confess his sins at least once a year to his own parish pastor, or with his permission to another, and to receive the Eucharist at least at Easter.” You wouldn’t think you’d need to compel these supposedly super religious people to take communion AT LEAST ONCE A YEAR, AT EASTER, which is basically when the majority of America goes to church anyway. Hey, also try canon 42: “ No cleric may so extend his jurisdiction as to become detrimental to secular justice.” Now, I’m not gonna say this is a model of a tolerant and forward-looking legal code, because it gets pretty hairy at the end with its insistence on distinguishing Jews and Saracens from Christians and barring Jews from public office (as Innocent III was a hard-liner on this point). But have a read-through the summarized version, because it’s short, and because I guarantee it will say at least three things to make you go, “wow, I didn’t know they already thought like that in the Medieval Era.” (Which is, you know, when they are dumb and religious and etc.) There was also the Capitula de Judaeis of Richard I (my homeboy) made in 1194, which specifically legally protected the Jews of England and the Plantagenet lands in France, which – while made largely for economic reasons – represented a drastic change from the stringent anti-Semitism happening elsewhere in Europe.

Elizabeth Siberry, in Criticism of crusading, 1095-1274, examines how the clerical sources dealt with the idea of crusading and whether or not it was justified. Spoiler alert: the clerics almost always thought it was, as did the noble vernacular sources, but since this is my area of specialty, I can tell you that crusading appeals were extremely elite (focused on those who had the means and methods to go) and with the exception of the First and Third Crusades, and to some degree the Second, struggled to retain popular support after an initial highly-successful emotional appeal. Whenever the major crusades were over, the popes could call for help for the Holy Land for years, but the average layman paid no attention; they just weren’t that fussed about it. The Fourth Crusade was highly criticized and suffered from almost constant desertions, as crusaders exercised their individual right to disagree with their leaders and cynically question their supposedly Christian motives. See “The Fourth Crusade and the Just-War Theory,” for a good explanation of how the average Fourth Crusader thought, the religious influences available to them, and the decisions they made.

The Albigensian Crusade in the south of France, 1209-1229, against the schismatic group the Cathars, was also heavily criticized and viewed by contemporaries as being more about a king and pope’s political power, and its bloody excesses became infamous and condemned in its own day. Also, even a remote scanning of the history of the 13th century will see new movements and challenges to the pope’s authority popping up everywhere.

As for women, I answered a bit of this in an earlier ask, but some reading to start you off:

Medieval Maidens: Young Women and Gender in England, 1270-1540, by Kim Phillips (Manchester; Manchester University Press, 2003)

Four Queens: The Provencal Sisters Who Ruled Europe, by Nancy Goldstone (New York; Penguin, 2007)

The Beguines of Medieval Paris: Gender, Patronage, and Spiritual Authority, by Tanya Stabler Miller (Philadelphia; University of Pennsylvania Press, 2014)

As above, when I say that women were not silent/submissive/raped as we like to believe, I do have to qualify, of course, that that does not mean their situation was anywhere comparable to modern feminism. There were still distinct social roles and expectations for them, there was certainly nothing like sexual liberation/freedom (at least legally speaking, though of course practice was different), and not much in the way of legal redress for the ordinary married woman (though noblewomen had more options). However, women were fully valued in the roles they were allowed to play in society, were respected as patronesses, advisors, even rulers (as regents for a husband or son, usually, but nonetheless), and in general, had far more of a rich and varied life than popular historiography and our cherished notions of Progress would like to give them. It’s of note that people only ever complain about things being “historically inaccurate” when women are given any autonomy and agency at all. They won’t complain about physical or archaelogical or linguistic disparities, sometimes by hundreds of years, but give a woman any personhood at all, and “oh no that’s not accurate.” Which is a) BS, and b) represents a desire to indulge what I call “stylized misogyny” – i.e. the idea that it’s supposedly historically or socially acceptable to discriminate against women without consequences in this environment is half the attraction for the modern MRA type. They don’t want real history, they want their idealized history where women “knew their place.”

As noted, the situation of our foremothers was absolutely very different to ours, and feminism has made many crucial advances. But the liberal idea that it then took until the 20th century to make any of these changes at all, and that medieval women were just a bunch of meek, submissive helpmeets with no minds, personality, ambition, or respect of their own is just as dangerous.

Sparks Chapter 11

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 3.6K

Summary: Just Bucky and y/n casually being adorable best friends and talking about their non-existant sex lives.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 40,000 words. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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Cresco Amor

So I have been trying to start writing little things here and there and decided to give this a shot. I wanted to explore slow, burn, pre-official MSR with my own personal ideas of the season 6-7 timeline and what I think may have been happening behind the scenes leading to … well, everything. Totally innocent (at this point), nothing explicit here. This is (hopefully) going to be the first of many stories. But that all depends on my motivation and bursts of quasi-creativity.

Somewhere in Nevada, heading east

October 30, 1998

“I do want to stop.”

“Mmk” she responded groggily rubbing her eyes and reaching for the folded map in the glove box. “I think there’s a motel about 20 miles or so ahead, small town called Littlefield.”

“No. I mean stop. Get out of the car… eventually”

“Oh.” She said simply, realizing his meaning. “That’s… good, Mulder.” She looked out of the window into the darkness wondering what she would be seeing if it were daylight. It was a barren desert which they had been driving through for two hours now, since they were turned away from Area 51.

“I just cant stop now, Scully. Not with everything that’s been taken from us.”

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Across The Divide

TITLE: Across The Divide


AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki sneaking out of the palace as a youth to see the city and countryside, while out one day, he accidentally gets in trouble for something, but a young girl deals with the situation, allowing him to be left alone and his true identity be kept secret. She is a poor girl who is only in the city to sell goods with her father, so she does not realise it is Loki, even though she sees his face. They form a friendship as she shows him around the city, and tells him the date she comes to the city every month for a particular market.

RATING: Teen and Up

Loki shifted from foot to foot as he stood next to a farrier’s waiting for Ariella. He was terrified that she would not come, he was unsure why he felt it, but part of him felt there was a chance it would not happen.

It was ten minutes past the time they were supposed to meet and he became worried, telling himself that she had a long route to go, he was adamant to give her a little longer, hoping she would turn up.

When twenty minutes had passed, he felt his stomach sink and his excitement and joy dissipate. She was not coming, was it something he said, was it something he did, he began to feel his breath catch in his chest as he thought of it all. Heartbroken, he turned to walk away. He was a fool to ever leave the palace, to think that anyone would be his friend. Forcing his tears of hurt to remain at bay, he began to half walk, half run to the palace, not paying any heed to anything around him.

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Death Valley_0317

A trip to Death Valley is full of surprises. The thought of going to a place in the middle of nowhere didn’t strike me as a great vacation at first. After the fact, Death Valley has became one of my favorite national parks.

There are so much diversity around every corner. A visitor termed it “naked geology”. From sand dunes, to loose gravels, to clay canyons. Desert flat lands to snow filled mountaintops. Bright days and darkest nights. You will find them here. I love the contradictions between the elements and am amazed how they coalesced in one place.

There is a sense of liberation being in this place. The park stretches for millions of acres. Because it is lesser traveled, there are no such things as traffic and populated areas. You can see nature stretches on endlessly for miles without a building or tree obstructing your view. People barely pass by while you are on the road. Sometimes as I was driving, I would find myself driving in the middle of nowhere without another car or person for miles. At first, it does feel scary to be alone–

However, the open space invites you to explore and get off the beaten paths.

For me, visiting the park is a chance to take a break from work and life. To think of nothing and to enjoy just being where I am at. I got to share it with my parents luckily while their health still allows them to. For a short period of time, I found freedom. The constant anxiety of everyday life got dialed down to mute.

rival | one

— mafia au

— warning: vulgar language, light mature scenes in future chapters, mentions of blood and violence

Growing up training how to do self-defense and getting rid of bad influence was a part of your life. To eliminate the people who did illegal business. Older women on your clan pitied you, knowing you were to be put in whole life training and getting taught that no matter how many people you kill, you aren’t the bad guy. Although you were an orphan, people in your gang looked after you like their own family, treated you like their own kind. And you were to be forever grateful for that. As an exchange, your loyalty will be forever in their hold; to never betray them.

At first, life seemed hard just for a young person like you. Your desire for freedom never ran out of your veins, it was always there. They always told you that freedom wasn’t an option to take freely, you fight for it.

“Please! I don’t know where their hideout is!” A man cried out, thrashing on the chair where he was tied. One of your clan barked out a laugh, then he kicked the chair angrily. The man on the chair fell down, hitting his head, continuous cries left his mouth and all the people around him could only give him a stare of anger and disgust. Your leader, whose name remained unknown, walked over and placed the man back on its original position before questioning him once again.

The man coughed out blood from his mouth, before he weakly glanced up and sighed. “Alright, alright, I’ll tell you. You know the bar that always blasts rock music? Next to it is an apartment, and if you look closely there are stairs that led to an underground place. Please don’t tell them I told you! I was told to never ruin their trust on me!” You crossed your arms and walked over to man, tipping his chin up to face you with your pistol.

“How can we tell you’re telling the truth? You could be lying to us for all we know.” You stared down at the man, before continuing. “Nevermind, we all know someone will have your head off if you’re lying .“ You shoved his face off.

“I think I know what he’s talking about.” One of the females who you recognized as Booyoung spoke up, directing her gaze at the man before clearing her throat. “It’s a bit far from where we are actually, we’ll have to take a car.” And it turns out that the underground place was on the other side of the city, where thugs and drug addicts mainly lived.

Your leader instructed you to dress yourself extravagantly, but was also told to hide a gun and a knife underneath your facade. They were sending you first to the bar alone, but several would follow you behind; they wouldn’t leave you out of their sight since you’re an important person to them.

The bar was surprisingly a bit deserted, apart from the men that scattered the whole place. You strode further inside, placing yourself into one of the stools. A short man raised his eyebrow as soon as his eyes landed on you. “What can a fine lady like you be doing in a place like this?”

You bit your lip and shrugged. “Just tired of going to the same place in my area, gets boring if you ask me.” He merely laughed, nodding sincerely.

“What can I get you?”

“Give me your best drink!” You watched him turn around before you reached up to touch the earpiece attached to your ear, hearing muffled voices.

“Are you in?” Your eyes scanned the men that was near your spot, making sure no one was getting suspicious of your weird actions.

“Yes, are you getting in now?” You tilted your head down, as if to fix your dress making your hair cover your whole face. So no one would notice you speaking out of nowhere.

“Yes.” The doors opened, revealing your gang. One of them made an eye contact with you, dropping it immediately as soon as the bartender returned with a glass of colorful drink. You smiled at him, nodding in return but you didn’t say anything when you saw a faint bubbling in your drink and that’s when you knew he had put a drug in. You pretended to yawn, purposely knocking off the glass, letting it fall on the floor and break into pieces.

You forced a gasp and gave the bartender a look of feigned sadness. “I’m sorry! I accidentally hit it! I’ll pay for it!” You placed a bill on the table before you ran off to the rest room, purposely bumping with one of your fellow mates. p>

You entered the rest room, the flickering lights and white rusted tiles was the first thing you noticed. Your hands reached down underneath your dress to take a hold of your gun before a voice broke you from your mid-actions.

“I know what you’re up to.” A man stood on the doorway, his arms crossed as he stared you down, trying to somewhat intimidate you as he stood on his ground. You shifted your position and stood straightly as you stared back at him, pursing your lips together. “You’re part of them aren’t you?” He scoffed, shaking his head and taking large steps towards you.

Even though he was somewhat pleasing to look at, with his cat-like eyes’ gaze staring you with much intensity as you did with him and his crimson lips, he was also someone you shouldn’t accommodate yourself with. He was an enemy, a person you should have shoot as soon as he took a step inside the restroom. But your arms remained frozen on your side as you watched his next sudden actions.

“You shouldn’t waste your life away like this.” He tsked and snickered, keeping a two feet distance away from the two you. You glanced from his shoulder and pursed your lips tightly once again as you clenched your fist, continuing to remain silent as your other hand prepared itself to get ahold of the gun attached on your thigh.

“Why don’t you talk? Are you mute, perhaps?” You took a step forward and shoved him slightly, your eyes remained eye contact with his as he chuckled.

“So you’re not? Hm, but why don’t you want to talk to me? It’s getting tiring talking by myself, you know?” He didn’t miss the glance you made down on your legs, as soon as you got a hold of your gun and pointed it right in front of his face, he also had a gun pointed in your face. Letting out a laugh to himself. “Isn’t this funny? Us pointing guns to each other? I don’t want to die this way, just saying. I’m sure you don’t want to either.”

“You never shut the fuck up, don’t you?” You hissed, catching him off guard for a moment and you took it as an advantage to shove him roughly, making him stumble backwards on the floor. Kicking his gun away from him, you straddled him as you pointed your gun right in front of him.

“You do talk! You never warned me that your voice was that sexy.” He purred. You raised your other hand and brought a fist on his face making him shout in agony. His face scrunched up in pain as he held his face, before he looked up at you with a sickening smile.

“You’re so aggressive, I like it.“

Today: Amboy Crater

The Mojave Desert Land Trust (I’m its President) had its spring open house today, but instead of having it at the headquarters building, staff decided to have the open house 75 miles away, at Amboy Crater, in the Mojave Trails National Monument. Major success. Most of the people, including older adults (such as me), kids from little ones to teenagers, moms with babies in backpacks, a guy with crutches, all sorts, joined us on the hike into the crater, up the rim, and into the crater floor. Some of them even climbed the interior of the walls of the crater to the rim, just because. Great day.

A little bit about Amboy Crater. It was declared a “National Landmark” way before it was incorporated into the Monument. Amboy Crater is an extinct cinder cone type of volcano that rises above a 27 square mile lava field. Amboy Crater is estimated to be 79,000 years old. The most recent eruption was approximately 10,000 years ago. The area is generally volcanic, with several other cinder cones and lava tubes, many of which are in the Mojave National Preserve. The Crater is located on Old Route 66.

The third photo shows a group of our gang inside the crater. The fourth photo is the BNSF railroad, seen from the rim of the Crater (with my zoom, of course). The mountains in the background are the Granite Mountains, which form part of the western boundary of the Mojave National Preserve, part of the National Park Service.

The reptiles are a desert iguana (the light colored one) and a chuckwalla lizard.

The flowers are rapidly fading, but still there. What would a photo set from me be like without a desert wildflower photo? Have to include one…desert sunflower.

All photos by rjzimmerman April 8, 2017.

Creepypasta #1138: Why I Left My Job As A Construction Worker

Length: Medium

You may take my story with a grain of salt, but it doesn’t really bother me because I’ve stopped caring a long time ago. My purpose here is to share my experiences and not shove them in your faces, should you raise the eyebrow of skepticism. I won’t reveal my place of residence for political reasons. But in summary, I’m a Caucasian male, neither too old nor too young, and pretty normcore.

I’m part of a night-working team. We work in a construction site situated within a large university campus - the part of it where the active student & teacher life is. The other side of the campus comprises of numerous abandoned buildings that were supposed to be faculties and departments. Over the years, many of them were built half-way through and then deserted. As a result, they have no doors or windows. You just see tall buildings with several stories of utter darkness. Hell, some workers even go in and defecate on the floor when the restroom is taken.

Frankly, it’s like being in a ghost town located in the suburb of a metropolis. You have to literally walk miles to get back on the main road where civilization is (shops, busy roads, people going on about their business). Recently, though, them higher-ups want to renew this deserted area. Methinks it has to do with upholding the reputation of the school; so there are people working day and night.

One day I was really bored out of my mind and decided to explore for a bit. There’s nothing fun about watching your co-workers dig a hole in the ground: it’s noisy and you’re tired as hell. I’m mainly charged with carrying metal bars and dusty bags of cement, so there isn’t much to do after that. I went with a guy I secretly disliked because of his bossy attitude (let’s call him Adam). He was free and offered to take a quick walk with me to which I replied yes. We were talking rather awkwardly about life and all that cheesy pseudo-philosophical stuff plebs (myself included) think makes them sound deep and wise. That’s when I realized that we strayed away farther than I had intended to, but I didn’t really mind at the time. 

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Open the Memory Cage

Well shit looks like I done wrote my first fic. Here it is in all its glory. I wanted to explore 2B and 9S’s relationship after the end and how they might help each other heal from all the trauma they went through both during the game and from before it started.

Tags(ish): Ending [E] spoilers. 10 pages/7309 words. 2B9S. Quite a bit of angst and feels. There’s a suggestive bit in there but nothing overly smutty (sorry to some of you). References the recent stage play/concert [Link to translation]

Summary: After ending [E] 9S wakes up to see 2B has brought him back to the Resistance camp. He’s unable to believe it’s really her until she begins sharing her memories with him to help bring back his own as well as helping him heal from everything he went through.

Partially inspired by some of @nines-s fics. So I guess it’s sort of a fic of a fic?

Story under the readmore. [Link] for mobile users in case you can’t click it.

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anonymous asked:

Headcanon on where their ideas for perfect dates are?

i’m assuming u meant the champions, so indulge in some fab 5


- because she doesn’t get to see much of the kingdom due to the fact that if she’s not doing champion work, she’s governing her own town, she’d love to see the different environments hyrule has to offer

- she’ll come to find out she doesn’t particularly like the colder regions, but she does love overlooking the ocean and watching the sunrise. water is highly valued in the desert, so she also enjoys playing on the beach

- bonus: imagine that Bod in a swimsuit * q *


- she’s more romantic in the sense of bathing in the moonlight together

- more specifically, in toto lake where she can overlook her domain and have a nice secluded area for just her and her partner

- they talk about nothing besides gushy romantic stuff. shakespeare honestly got nothing on the way their conversation goes


- eating (my kinda man tbh)

- trying new foods together and visiting restaurants they’ve never been is so exciting to him

- eating contests are also a thing!! loves a partner with a good appetite that rivals his


- he’s always outside omg he just wants to stay in (jk this is closer to my type)

- cooking together at home is his idea of having a Good Time

- afterwards, eat all the food that was cooked and have a nice tv or movie marathon, but if u’d rather keeping it more realistic to the game, link can finally be himself behind the comfort of his home so his bad humor spills and he’s got a lot to say so they indulge in long, laughter-filled conversations


- anywhere he can show off to his partner but when is he not

- particularly, places high that they wouldn’t have the chance to see if it weren’t for him like vah medoh’s perch

- he’s also a LOT quieter and instead of focusing on himself, he likes to compliment the beauty of the landscape, getting all artsy fartsy with his praise for the land

-mod makar