#Bear Glacier

[rabbitcruiser]

Fissures

What do you think about my pic?    

[footloose-travel]

The Bear Glacier, on the road to Stewart, British Columbia

[michael-massa-micon]

Bear Glacier - September 2023 The Bear Glacier is just outside of Stewart, British Columbia. It is a tradition among RV groups to stop and take a “selfie” of the RV with Bear Glacier in the background. I first took a good image of the glacier and then did several with the RV in front of the glacier. MWM

[fridaybear]

Us on a Thursday night seeing what day is coming tomorrow. Friday is here! Make your weekend as amazing as you. - - - - - - - - - - - - "BB- Mama Bear" by GlacierNPS is marked with Public Domain Mark 1.0.

[summerbaybe]

Mother Bear and Cubs, Glacier National Park, Montana

[planetbeanie]

Todays Beanie Of The Day is Glacier the Penguin

Birthday: 5/17/2007

[rustandsky]

I'll be a tidal wave when I grow up

Crashing on harbours

I'll be a temperamental element

A raging water

[allosauroid]

An albino American black bear [ Ursus americanus ] cub, photographed in Glacier National Park, Montana. x

[horn-of-leo]

Hyoga has one of the funniest character introductions in both the anime and manga

In the anime, he's just fucking around and visiting his dead mom when he was called back to Japan for the Galaxian Wars tournament. He immediately gets the Cygnus armor behind a glacier implying he could've done it anytime but just wanted to hang around a bit longer because he misses his mom a lot.

In the manga, he actually refuses to go back to Japan for the Galaxy Wars but only decides to return when he receives a letter from the Sanctuary that ordered him to kill the bronze saints and directions of where to find his armor(which he also mentions he was granted the status of a saint a while back). Meaning this whole time, he was just sitting around just visiting his mom because he couldn't actually find his armor because I guess Camus never bothered to tell him during the 6 years of training where it actually was.

[honorarypevensie5]

fucking obsessed with them being obsessed with each other

[vintagecamping]

Looking for a place to pull over and camp, just off Hwy 37. Bear Glacier Provincial Park, BC

1973

[grizzly-bear-official]

Do you have any other glacier bear pics than this one?

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hey, thanks for asking! i sure do! here are some more glacier bears for you :]

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same pic but a different pose for this last guy. i may make a glacier bear info post soon...i love these dudes.

[dire-vulture]

Florabrisa's Best Bear Finale!!!

On this fine Tundra Thursday, it's Glacier vs SweetPotato!

Who will be the ultimate Florabrisa Bear?? Vote now!!

[fridaybear]

Scritchity, scratchity. Know what day it is?

Yup. Friday has arrived. The weekend looms. We're glad you're here. Be kind. Lift each other up. We need you around. - - - - - - - - - - - -

"Grizzly bear rubbing on a tree (Northern Divide Grizzly Bear Project)" by GlacierNPS is marked with Public Domain Mark 1.0.

[mirabai0821]

Old Bear's Still Got It pt. the second

Or: "If these two whippersnappers insist on running up my blood pressure I'ma make sure I give as good as I get." Or: Tav tries to get a rise out of the bear and he gets a rise right back.

Halsin + Tav Gen

Part 1

Tav, however, was nowhere to be seen having hobbled away the moment the camp crested on the horizon.

Halsin followed after her, concerned by her stuttering limp. He found her sitting on a stump, struggling to remove a boot.

“Seven fucking hells,” she sighed.

“Trouble, Tav?” Halsin’s warm baritone startled her.

“‘S nothing, serious,” she resumed trying to remove her boot but Halsin knelt before her.

“Allow me.” Magic flared in his hands and Halsin seemed to glow as bright as sunrise, but Tav shook her head.

“Leave it be, it’s not life threatening.” Most of the blood covering her wasn’t her own, but her robes were gouged with heavy claw marks, some with claws still in them. She favored her right leg, holding it away from her body. It seemed the ankle was the issue.

“Tis no bother nor great effort, besides, you are in pain.”

She smiled through a light grimace. “A little pain does the body good every now and again.”

Halsin sputtered, taken wholly aback. “Oh?”

She delighted in his reaction, but the light smirk that played on his lips suggested he did indeed know a thing or two about what kinds of pain does a body good. 

Deft and careful hands worked the laces of her boot. Gently, almost reverently he pulled it from her. He palpated the offending ankle, finding it intact but egregiously swollen. He kneaded his hands from her knees to the ball of her foot, Tav’s pained hiss turned into a low, pleased hum.

“Pain like that?” Halsin asked, voice thick.

“One of them at least.”

As he worked, Tav took the opportunity to nakedly appraise her erstwhile doctor. He had large and practiced hands that touched her with a gentle reverence that seemed ill-fitted to things she had only seen work as a bear’s claws. Concentration was deep set in his face accentuated by wrinkles that suggested middle age for an elf. The scars on his face intrigued her. Emboldened by the courage of their closeness, she reached for them, brushing her fingertips along the furrows etched in his flesh.

“And these, was this good pain?” She asked.

Halsin looked up from his work to see hellfire eyes crackling at him. He met her gaze with his own honeyed stare, equally heavy. 

“Not exactly.”

He told the story of the price he paid for spurning a she-bear in heat. He soaked up the sounds of her laughter and the smile on her face, like a rose blooming in sunlight.

“If she bears are not to your taste, what is? Snakes perhaps?”

Halsin nearly choked on air.

“You…you misunderstand…we’re…we are not lovers.”

Tav narrowed her eyes, accosting him with an incredulous glare flavored with a wicked grin. 

“Does she know that?”

Halsin felt caught. That night, she clearly saw more than she let on and from that quick glance correctly intuited their decades of complicated romantic history. 

“We were once,” he admitted. “And in her mind we will be again.”

“And in yours?” Tav didn’t mean to sound so probing, but she did wonder…

“The little rose’s roots do reach,” Halsin admonished with smirk. “But to be clear, we shall not.”

“What happened?”

“I did love her for a time but rot killed those roots before long.”

“Shame.”

“Yes, but a cleansing fire gives way for new growth.”

Tav laughed. “Do you always speak in nature metaphors?”

“No,” Halsin answered simply and refused to elaborate.

He worked in silence, massaging the tense muscles of her leg. It had been a long time since someone was so close. The courtesans she used to work for paid handsomely, either in coin or introductions, and in a few cases, those partnerships blossomed into inconsequential love affairs – something to occupy the day as her nights were mostly spent with an instrument in her hands. But those affairs felt like they were eons ago, stretching so far back in her history to be distant dream rather than lived experience. She tried to remember the last time someone touched her beyond wanting to hurt or heal her.

Oh. 

Astarion.

Just yesterday.

Tav kept her smile to herself, a secret, mischievous thing. Why shouldn’t she soak up all of this attention at what is soon to be the cessation of her free life? Especially if these two elves were so keen to lavish it upon her? No one called the rose greedy for taking nutrients from both the earth and the sky. 

To survive, it needed both.

But Tav did not believe she would survive the trials to come. She put on a brave face for her companions but she was a simple bard who could not sing, only casting a few spells here and there with some small measure of talent and force. That would not be enough to stop shadow curses, dread threes, devils, goblins, bog witches, mind flayers or their murder cults. Even her own delusion of self-perseverance wasn’t enough to overcome all of that. Death lurked in every shadow, even in her dreams. Her Guardian was a comfort but not trustworthy at all. What did that cambion call him? The devil she didn’t know?

So this little rose would soak up every comfort she was given from every place that proffered it. 

For soon winter would lay waste to it all.

Now who’s speaking only in nature metaphors? She thought grimly.

Halsin pressed too hard on a too tender space drawing a pained yelp from behind a clenched jaw.

“Apologies,” Halsin smoothed his fingers over the spot and the sharp sting blurred into a fuzzy, dull throb. “Before I was Archdruid, I was a healer of some renown in both magical and traditional arts. But, it seems I am out of practice. Here.”

He took her ankle and rolled it gently. “Remember to flex it, lest it stiffen.”

Satisfied with his work, Halsin ended his ministrations. But before he put her foot down, he planted a wet, smacking kiss at the juncture between foot and ankle.

It was Tav’s turn to sputter now, yowling like a startled cat. 

“Since you will take no formal pain treatments, I must offer my own. Please do seek me out if ever again you require my traditional arts.” 

He left here, sounding an all too pleased chuckle as he went. Serves her right for teasing him earlier.

The old bear still had it indeed.

[thorsenmark]

Seeing the Sights of Jasper National Park by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: While at a roadside pullout along Maligne Lake Road with a view looking to the southwest to a mother black bear and her cubs eating away. This is in Jasper National Park. My thought on composing this image was to keep one finger on the AF-On button, while pressing the shutter when the bears happen to look my way as they were enjoying the wildflowers and other grass as they were eating.