waves of service

Strolling by the water at Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore in Indiana is a serene experience. The sun sparkles on the water and the breeze blows your troubles off your shoulders. Whether you enjoy scouting for rare species of birds or flying kites on the sandy beach, the national lakeshore’s 15,000 acres will continually enchant you. Even seeing the Chicago skyline 35 miles away across Lake Michigan makes it seem like the rest of the world is far away. Photo by National Park Service.


Spirited Away Backgrounds

Bon Secour National Wildlife Refuge encompasses some of Alabama’s last remaining undisturbed coastal barrier habitat. The name Bon Secour is French for “safe harbor,” very appropriate considering the sanctuary it provides for native flora and fauna. This refuge is a natural oasis of wildlands, where wildlife can exist without harm. It may be too cold to go in the water, but even in winter, a walk on the beach can be a beautiful experience. Photo by Stephanie Pluscht, U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service.

I’ve been reading tweets and stuff about the possibility of women joining the draft, and it’s amazing what a different tune many are singing now that it’s a real possibility :( And then I came across this screenshot, and I swear, without the threat of going to war and watching their friends die in front of them, maybe a lot of people don’t have a clue what the draft means, and maybe making it a reality for them is the only way they’ll actually do something about it (like that’ll happen). 

Except then I see tweets like this

And I’m reminded that no, people won’t be more eager to abolish the draft for everyone, men are still disposable. They can’t rise above their programming. 

Have some more tweets

I’ve decided to teach Sadie how to Wave Hello, because then hopefully I can have her to do that instead of people petting her. Especially kids, they get so overexcited, so now they can wave hi and Sadie will wave back and no one gets distracted and I don’t have to deal with asshole parents. And I’m training with a hand signal so they can wave hi and Sadie will wave back!

yoki2ginko  asked:

Do you think mob would give lamppost spirit his frog umbrella if in return he could request a temporary alteration in reality in which he doesn't have powers? (Or, alternatively, for muscles)

hi hello this exploded into a ficlet but like. a very vague one. Im sorry I did this to your ask I cant help it this is a very good idea

for anyone who dont know what this is referring to, it’s this post

the deal: 

you have twenty-four hours 

you will have all the memories needed

none will be the wiser

you just have to believe with all your might.

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The tale of the princess Kaguya arrived in the post today!! My ghibli collection so far.

The coat of arms I designed for my friend Laura Service, 2nd Edition. Made as a birthday present for her 26th birthday. the Specific colours used include magenta, egyptian blue, fern green, and vegas gold. Made in consideration with her only specifcation regarding it’s aesthetic form.

Heart Attack (Taehyung)

Originally posted by wonsoks

as requested by an anon, here’s a drabble based off the song/mv Heart Attack by AOA!

Genre: volleyballs aren’t fluffy

Word count: 2716

Rating: is G really the lowest rating that exists. is there anything under G.


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Clement Moore
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Starbucks Not a creature was stirring or causing a ruckus; The CDs were placed on the counter with care, In hopes that Clement Moore soon would be there; The baristas were busy arranging the breads; While visions of steaming milk danced in their heads; And the barista in her apron, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s chat, When out on the street there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter. Away to the counter I flew like a flash, Tore open the pastry case, knocked over the trash. The moon on the crest of the sidewalks and lights, Put espresso and lattes and scones in my sights, When what did my eyes see out the front door, But a miniature sleigh where there sat Clement Moore! Clement C. Moore went up to the counter, And he spoke in a voice that grew so much louder. More rapid than eagles his orders they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:  “Now, Lattes! now, Espresso! now, Teavana Iced Teas! On, Frappes! on, Cocoa! on, Eggnog lattes! To the end of the counter! to the seats by the wall! Now ventis! now grandes! now coffee for all!” As leaves that before the espresso machine fly, When they meet with soy milk, and mount to the sky; So up to the blenders the baristas they flew With cups full of coffee, and Clement Moore, too- And then, in a twinkling, I saw in a flash The drinks were all done with naught but a crash. As I drew in my head, and was just sitting down, Clement Moore walked up with a leap and a bound. He was dressed all in wool, from his feet to his vest, And he had Starbucks’ logo displayed on his chest, A bundle of drinks he held on a tray, And he looked like a barista just starting his day. His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!  His drinks filled our noses, his scone had a cherry!  His box full of muffins was drawn up with a bow,  And the whipped cream on his drink was as white as the snow;  The stump of a straw he held tight in his teeth,  And the juice had now covered the whole floor beneath;  He had a latte and a mug of cappuccino  That shook when he laughed, like the coast with El Niño.  He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old poet,  And I laughed when I saw him, though I was eating a donut;  A wink of his eye and a twist of his head  Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;  He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,  And bought all the CDs; then turned with a jerk,  And slurping the last of his huge cup of joe,  And giving a nod, out the door he did go;  He sprang to the sidewalk, to the barista he waved,  And about the great service he continued to rave. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of view—  “Happy Christmas to all, I bought coffee for you!”

Fandom: DC Universe

Pairing: The Joker x reader

Summary/Request: A bunch of people requested a part 2 to this so here it is. You and J finally get some normality in your lives

Word Count: 2729

It had been a while after your little chat with J and your relationship was better than ever. He was more affectionate, in private, and he was less aggressive. He even let you come on a heist with him but you were the getaway driver.

You were bored at home, very bored. You had already made dinner and there wasn’t anything that caught your eye when you went online shopping and there was literally nothing good on T.V. From what he said, J was back at the club having a few meetings with his ‘business partners’. You took his absence as a way to get the house cleaned up. You started in your bedroom, putting away clean clothes, filling up a load of dirty clothes and vacuuming your bedroom floor. The ensuite was tidied too and the tub was wiped down with bleach. Then you moved onto the kitchen, which was relatively clean from cooking dinner. The living room just needed to be vacuumed and dusted. Most of the other, less used, rooms were still clean from the maid service that would clean the house fully every month.

There was one place that still needed to be cleaned. The Office. The Office was J’s private home office. Only a few people had been granted access to his room, you being the 3rd one after your conversation. The Office housed all of J’s money, his jewels, his weapons, his ammo, his files on the city, his files on the Bat, blackmail items, anything of value was locked up in there. It had a 4 point security, biometric finger scanner, an iris scanner, voice recognition and a password. Armed with a duster, the vacuum, a damp cloth and a spray bottle you entered his office.

You had probably been in the Office about 3 times. Always accompanied by J. It still made you feel uneasy being in the room, you didn’t know why but it felt odd being in there. It was like you were stood directly in J’s mind. The room was dark with bursts of colour sporadically splattered around. A desk sat towards a wall with an iMac set up on top of it. A fire place with two seats was opposite it on the other side of the room. Cabinets lined the walls next to the door and to the left of the desk stood the door to his vault. Only J could get through the vault, not even Frosty had made his way to having access to it. 

The first thing you did was dust the surfaces. A playlist of your favourite songs was blaring through the house’s new sound system as you cleaned his room. You were finishing up the vacuum when you felt a pair of eyes boring into you. You stopped the vacuum and looked up to see J standing in the doorway with what looked like his new business partner.

“Look who we have here,” J said leaning in the doorway

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