vast lake

Poe buys Finn soap.

When asked, he says: “I was thinking of buying it for Rey, but she likes the sonic better than the water shower, and I know you like baths a whole lot more than she does.”

Finn does like baths. The First Order had rooms with flat showerheads that ran for two minutes at a time, just long enough for the muscles in his back to start to uncoil under the pressure before they abruptly shut off. Water in plenty has been an exciting luxury, which almost makes up for the corroding smell and taste and touch of everything else. The First Order valued cleanliness and straight lines and antiseptic, while on D’Qar everything is slightly tilted just enough to look wrong, and there’s a stickiness to the walls that holds dust and the finger-marks of a thousand species.

Finn doesn’t take baths often; the concept of waste has been drilled into his head too often for too long that using that much water at once still makes him uncomfortable, but the Resistance base is settled on a planet made up of vast clearwater lakes, so he likes to think that maybe a bath or two every couple of cycles won’t do much harm. He doesn’t miss the First Order at all, even when the Otherness of this place raises the hair on the back of his neck and suspicious glares sink deep into his bones, but he likes being busy and he likes achieving things, so in between quietly recalculating their resources under the watchful eye of General Organa and learning how to see the Universe with his eyes tightly shut, he has baths.

The soap itself comes in several small, round balls, flecked with tiny spots of colour like the blossoming petals of a flower. They smell sweet, but hold their shape firmly in Finn’s hand, and when he rolls them between his fingers they leave a fine trail of sparkling dust. It takes him a good week, but he finally catches an R&R day, so he runs a bath in Poe’s small bunk, and drops one of the fragrant spheres into the water, and watches at it dissolves, frothing pink foam and filling the air with a delicious perfume.

Yes, Finn thinks to himself quietly, Rey would definitely hate this.

((i’m gettin there @peradii . i’m gettin there))

A Wondrous Retcon

I’d like to talk for a minute about the inconsistency and retcon-fuckery of the latest ouat episode A Wondrous Place (6x15). Swallowing down the bile of how ridiculous it is that a Kraken would attack small hand rowed boats in the middle of vast lakes, let’s take a journey with Ariel for a moment. You see, this lovable little kleptomaniac bounced around in flashbacks that were both peculiar and hilarious, and while I enjoy the novelty of her getting to Agrabah with what I can only assume was a stolen enchanted necklace that she scavenged from a drowning person, I do enjoy the actress being back on set.

That being said, I need to announce something pretty damn important. She shouldn’t have been able to speak at all. Regina had stolen her voice.

It becomes abundantly clear rather quickly that this scene is from the past when Ariel starts talking to Jasmine.

Oh yes, a party, the Ursula Ball. I remember that, do you remember that? Because apparently the writer’s sure as hell don’t! That party was from season fucking three. It was the first time we even meet Ariel, because it was all tied into the Neverland plot. Let’s just refresh the ol’ memory. You see, our cheerful little klepto attends the ball with Snow, and when she’s not trying to pocket the forks, she manages to get a dance with her prince. Which is when he tells her this…

Eric basically says ‘hey come with me, I’ll wait for a while to see if you show up’. Ariel panics, what with only having legs to use for a few hours, but after that, she tries to get back to him to say she’d love to join him. When she swims up to meet him, she suddenly can’t say anything though. Turns out, after being forked in the neck, Regina wasn’t going to sit back and let her get away with it, and so she steals Ariel’s voice as punishment for attacking her and saving Snow.

And yeah, I get it, they could say she found some magical whatever that let her find her voice again, except, they can’t. You know how they can’t? Because they already fucking showed us in the same episode back in season three that Ariel had spent all that time without her voice. In fact it was pretty crucial for the plot considering Regina gave Ariel her voice back so she could go and get help from Belle in Storybrooke, where Eric coincidentally now lived.

The amount of shit that they undo each episode is starting to give me a migraine. It’s one thing to write something poorly, it’s another to shit all over the stories you’ve already told, time and again. For no actual reason other than you have no idea what to write now, or how to utilize the cast and character’s at your fingertips. It’s actually laughable that they make so many blatant mistakes repeatedly. Laughable, and downright fucking sad. At least have the decency to hire someone to re-watch your shit before you write another episode. Like have some respect for what you’ve already written you bunch of muppets.

Namib Desert, Namibia, Africa
One of the driest regions on Earth, the Namib Desert, Namibia, Africa (23.0N, 15.0E) lies adjacent to the Atlantic coast but the upwelling oceanic water causes a very stable rainless atmosphere. The few local inland rivers do not reach the sea but instead, appear as long indentations where they penetrate the dune fields and end as small dry lakes. The vast dune fields are the result of sands deposited over millions of years by the stream flow.

(via NASA Image and Video Library)

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When evil rules all, an awakening voice from the Sacred Realm will call those destined to be Sages who dwell in the five temples. One in a deep forest…One on a high mountain…One under a vast lake…One within the house of the dead…One inside a goddess of the sand…Together with the Hero of Time, the awakened ones will bind the evil and return the light of peace to the world…

I climbed up a mountain, and looked off the edge at all of the lives that I never have led. There’s one where I stayed with you across the sea. I wonder do you still think of me? - The Ocean, by The Bravery

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Because Im 18 and i still live with my parents. Yeah they're not like yours, well yours are more understanding. I never fell in love i saved those feelings for you. So lets do all the stupid shit that young kids do. -8teen by khalid 😊😊 anyone you want 💖

“No.” She blurts, taking a step back wearily with a swift head shake, “There’s no way I’m going in there.”

There’s nothing but the dim glow of lights from faraway villas that lined the edge of the vast lake. They’ve been wandering around long enough for her vision to adjust, not missing the glint of mischief in Seungyoon’s features at her protest. 

He turns around, footsteps dull against the wooden deck that hovered over the midnight water as he moves towards her. Seungyoon bends down briskly, wrapping his arms around her thighs in a blink of an eye and she yelps. 

“I swear, Yoon, if you dare- I’m gonna deck you so hard-” Her arms flail in midair, swatting him on the back when he lifts her off her feet, her voice bouncing to a fleeting echo through the woods that caved them in. 

Seungyoon chuckles, sighing quietly in defeat. He settles her down gently, “Suit yourself, sour sport.”

He shrugs, still staring at her with the cheekiest smile as he pulls his shirt over his head so casually. Buckling his belt and shimmied out of his ripped jeans to his boxers without a care in the world, completely and utterly pleased with himself. Seungyoon is aware of the blood that blossomed her cheeks red even in the dark. 

Then he spins around, going on his tiptoes before making a fearless head start, sprinting across the dock. The sudden splash of water explodes through the silence and she runs to the edge, gaping as she frantically searches for him beneath the rippling water. 

After a brief moment, there’s a sudden gasp for air followed by a familiar laughter that smacks an instant relief through her chest. 

“We can barely see anything. You’re fucking crazy.” 

“That’s kinda the whole point, sweetheart.” Seungyoon muses, shaking his hair off his face. 

“Oh my god.” She retorts with an eye roll, still against such stupidity that just adds to the endless list Seungyoon has under his sleeves. 

But then again, she did agree to ditch the bonfire party with him. And knowing Seungyoon, the boy that threw pebbles on her bedroom window at 1 am more times than she could count, a spontaneous dip in a lake with god knows what should have been totally foreseeable. 

“Come here? It won’t be so bad when the fireworks start. I promise. ” He nods, pouting ever so slightly and it’s enough to soften her. 

“The things I do for you.” She grumbles under her breath, keeping her eyes anywhere but him when her clothes pool at the bottom of her feet. And for the first time that entire night, Seungyoon says nothing. 


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We’re obsessed with these stunning animations of the creatures from the duat, or underworld, in ancient Egyptian mythology. This is a realm of vast caverns, lakes of fire, and magical gates, all guarded by fearsome beasts - snakes, crocodiles, and half-human monstrosities with names like “he who dances in blood.” To make things worse, Apep, the serpent god of destruction, lurks in the shadows waiting to swallow souls.

From the TED-Ed Lesson The Egyptian Book of the Dead: A guidebook for the underworld - Tejal Gala

Animation by Silvia Prietov

Ontario Gothic
  • Your cousin turned eighteen and moved to Toronto. You think he used to write you letters. You think he had blue eyes. You have not seen him in years. You do not remember his name.
  • The fog in Windsor gets so thick you lose sight of the river. The Ambassador Bridge disappears into nothingness. You have never crossed it in this state but you are sure it no longer leads to Detroit.
  • You drive down highways cut into the Canadian Shield. You wonder what was awoken in all that blasting. You wonder if the Inukshuks are meant as warnings.
  • The air in Hamilton hangs heavy with something other than pollution.
  • Something ripples beneath the surface of the Great Lakes. No one asks and no one tells but you know it is not their vastness that earned the lakes their name.
  • The tunnels behind Niagara Falls echo with more than just rushing water. You ask the man who runs the elevator. He smiles at you with dead eyes. “168, 000 cubic metres of water every minute,” he says. He repeats himself in French. The elevator doors slowly slide closed. You forget what you were asking.
  • There are ghosts in Ottawa. You hear keys jangle down a cobble-stoned street but you are alone with nothing but the night air and the weight of history pressing in on you.
Realms of Chaos: Slaanesh

The realm of Slaanesh is certainly pretty, but nothing in the Warp is ever as it seems (except Khorne; he’s a pretty straightforward guy). Of all the Chaos gods, Slaanesh is the only one who openly welcomes any and all intruders into his/her empire, delighting in luring and trapping mortals with temptation. Slaanesh’s realm is split into 6 dominions arranged in concentric circles around his/her Palace of Pleasure. These domains are not only a celebration of desire and excess, but a defense mechanism as well. As you’ll see, the setup is reminiscent of the Circles of Hell in Dante’s Inferno, but rather than punishment, Slaanesh instead rewards mortals for their decadent behavior, and then gives them even more. And more. And more, and more, and more, and more….

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Spring Masquerade

With the thawing of ice upon the vast lake near the Castle and the melting of the piles of snow around the grounds, it had been decided that France should celebrate the coming of spring at long last. Nothing was more exciting, nor as elaborate than a masquerade ball at the Castle and even Gaston was in high enough spirits to open his tavern to such an affair.

Preparations had begun well before the ballroom had been transformed into a glittering environment. The chandeliers and their iridescent stones glittered their reflective light upon the marble columns and the pristine, paisley patterned floors. Fresh flowers of every colour had been either picked from the Castle gardens or imported from neighboring countries such as Italy, Germany and England. Their heavy perfume changed the atmosphere from room to room.

Decadent vines curled and coiled around the railings, some even seemed to grow straight from the ground and spread their leaves along the glass window’s, which only now began to let in the light of the stars and moon from outside.

Truly, it was a ball like no other…

Everyone was welcomed to wear what they wished and enjoy themselves, for now was the birth of a new season and with that, hopefully there could be new friendships to be made and memories to last in the years to come.

It was for such an occasion that Belle too wanted to attend and enjoy the spring festivities. Taking inspiration from one of her favourite Greek tales; The Abduction of Persephone, the young woman had chosen to wear a gown of white, off the shoulders with a low back. Light pink flowers and striking red roses adorned her slender waist, trailing down to the floor as she would walk, the bottom blooming out like some rare flower. Lumiere had painted gold swirls and paisley designs on her naked shoulders, some traveling up the right side of her neck before gently curving past her jaw and behind the back of her ear.

Belle’s mask covered her face from temple to temple, leaving her forehead and nose and mouth exposed. Her eyes had been painted with red and orange tints, making her brown eyes more expressive. Lips were as red as the enchanted rose that once bloomed in the Castle. Her mask was a cream colour with rose-like designs decorating the length of it; a gift from Mrs. Potts and her friends.

Then at last it was time, for Guest’s were already arriving and it would not be right of her to be one of the last to arrive. With a final look over by Plumette, Belle took leave of her chambers and came to stand at the balcony over looking the ballroom. Every effort had been made to make it the most enchanted atmosphere and the dedication of her friends and the staff had paid off in spades.

Feeling a little like her good friend Ella, who had come to a ball before and had the most wonderful evening, Belle made her way down the staircase until she was in the throng of it all. Curious eyes glanced behind her mask, trying to figure out whom some of the patrons were, though there were some she could recognize easily from their mannerisms.

A curve of her lips formed as she admired everything, taking it in as much as one woman could. Reaching for a glass of red wine, Belle turned around to find a large chest near her eye-line. Ready to apologize, Belle’s words died upon her painted lips when she was struck by the awesomeness of the pair of blue eyes regarding her.

They had been the first window into Adam’s soul, the first feature about the Beast she had grown to love...oh, even in a grand place like this, the young woman knew that she would have been able to pick him out of a crowd. His very presence brought about a sense of tranquility and oneness. However, Belle could not help the teasing and playful nature that lay between the two of them.

“You have to promise not to be upset…if I take off the mask.” 

@the-hopeless-beast

(It got so long, I’m so very sorry.)

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        THE prince sat on the ledge and stared out at the vast lake, the breeze whipping around his small frame and tousling his pastel pink hair. The sound of footsteps behind him caused a soft smile to form on his full lips as he inhaled deeply. This place was a common spot to visit, so he wasn’t all too surprised. He could use the company anyways. “ It’s beautiful, isn’t it? “ Daehyun mused as he wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his chin on his knees.

Nothing needs doing. I’m idle and free now,
wandering landscapes all wind-rinsed light,


river moon floating among broken clouds,
boat umnmoored and drifting some vast lake.


I play my ch'in in a Bhuddist temple’s quiet,
chant poems off an ancient general’s tower,


or take thickets of flute-bamboo for friends
and flakes of chime-stone as kindred spirits.


Done chasing after silver-and-gold fortunes,
I make swallows and sparrows all my wealth,


fill cups with the green of springtime wine
and face moon in a window’s dark mystery,


or circle a pool, depths clearing. A reflection
in water flowing thin, I take out my hairpins,


then lie in bed with books scattered around,
maybe rise half-drunk to comb out my hair.

—  Yü Hsüan-chi, “Free of All Those Hopes and Fears”, translated by David Hinton
Cut the Grass Spread

Because I´m really that random…

Hyrule is a mythical land with caves, mysterious forests, ominous mountains, dangerous lakes, and vast fields full of grass hiding enough rupees to make a living… wait, what?

It´s as “Legend of Zelda” as a flock of angry cuccos coming to get you. Who among us hasn´t spend several minutes cutting grass to get enough rupees to buy a shield? Indeed, life would be so much easier if money could be found easily in our lawns, where the grass will grow again as soon as you reenter and exit again your home, ready to yield more money when you cut it down again. 

But, alas!, tis´just a fantasy… until now (sort of heh heh).

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Weird ideas that may or may not make it into my story:

A monster combining aspects of a kelpie, duluhan, and nuckelavee.

A vast treasure underneath a lake guarded by a monster that is actually the soul of a long-dead princess.

Said treasure is actually meant to distract from the real horde which is a huge collection of SOULS

The horde is in this sort of “air pocket” in the lake where no water gets in (basically It’s Magic So We Don’t Question This).

blacktofade  asked:

A fic where Derek and Stiles have been trying for a kid for ages but nothing happens. There's angst and arguments and they decide to put it on hold to save their relationship. Then randomly Stiles gets pregnant a few months later. Chaos ensues 😄

They’re quiet in the car on the way home. Stiles has his head turned toward the window, and what Derek can see of his expression is unhappy, the corners of his mouth turned down. Derek wants to say something to him, but there’s nothing that hasn’t been said before; he’s out of reassurances, long past making promises. Stiles’ hands are folded in his lap and Derek wants to reach over and touch him but he doesn’t, not sure his touch is welcome at the moment.

He feels like a failure. Everything has always been so easy for them, from their first date to getting married. They fight, sure, but never stay angry long; they know how to talk to each other and work things out. They’re compatible in every way except, it seems, this.

When they get home, Stiles disappears into the house. Derek lets him go, puts the dishes away, goes down into the basement to work out. He’s halfway through a series of reps with his free weights when he hears Stiles behind him, and turns to face him. Stiles is wearing his pajamas and he still has that unhappy look on his face, but he says, “Will you come upstairs?”

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r0b0ts-d0nt-have-feel1ngs  asked:

A young man stands at the edge of a vast lake, sitting in contemplation. He notices something flit past under the depths and moves to investigate

Within the depths of the lake a was a young woman. A glint of darkness from above catches her eye. As such she approaches its location and hesitantly breaks the surface of the water with her head to inspect the source of this casted shadow.

The Rockies are vast and its lakes numerous. Some are filled with tourists, others you can sit and hear only the wind for miles. Don’t overlook the tourist stops, just make sure you go early and avoid the crowds altogether. 

Bear Lake, Rocky Mountain National Park

The Legend of Zelda: Overworld

“Forests, lakes, mountains. Link must fight many enemies in a beautiful and natural world. We can be pretty certain, however, that some good-natured people living in these places will help him out and be his allies in his fight against evil.”

-The Legend of Zelda Manual

The Overworld is the name given to Hyrule’s countryside, littered with dense forests, vast lakes and rivers, harrowing mountain ranges and sprawling grasslands. The Overworld is an ancient place, scattered with an array of abandoned crypts and dungeons and sparsely inhabited by mankind, allowing forces of magic to thrive and dwell. However, Ganon’s corruption has caused the lands to begin to decay and has severely weakened the myriad of spells and beings that once protected the land from such power. The mystical protective relic known as the Triforce has also been stolen, contributing to Hyrule’s demise. Fairies have been driven out of their once lush and and beautiful forest homes, now reduced to stench-filled, rotting jungles with evil permeating from every tree. Lakes, rivers and ponds turn out tons of mysteriously dead fish, the dead rise from their slumber to roam the earth once more and worst of all, Ganon’s army of beasts and demons have taken over the land, killing everything that gets in their way. Hyrule’s Overworld has become a dark, dangerous and sinister place. One in desperate need of a hero.