#alaskan poppies

[rabbitcruiser]

Watson Lake, YT

The pioneer road completed in 1942 was about 1,680 miles (2,700 km) from Dawson Creek to Delta Junction. The Army then turned the road over to the Public Roads Administration (PRA), which then began putting out section contracts to private road contractors to upgrade selected sections of the road. These sections were upgraded, with removal of excess bends and steep grades; often, a traveler could identify upgraded sections by seeing the telephone line along the PRA-approved route alignment. When the Japanese invasion threat eased, the PRA stopped putting out new contracts. Upon hand-off to Canada in 1946, the route was 1,422 miles (2,288 km) from Dawson Creek to Delta Junction.Border crossing at Port Alcan station

The route follows a northwest then northward course from Dawson Creek to Fort Nelson. On October 16, 1957, a suspension bridge crossing the Peace River just south of Fort St. John collapsed. A new bridge was built a few years later. At Fort Nelson, the road turns west and crosses the Rocky Mountains, before resuming a westward course at Coal River. The highway crossed the Yukon-BC border nine times from Mile 590 to Mile 773, six of those crossings were from Mile 590 to Mile 596. After passing the south end of Kluane Lake, the highway follows a north-northwest course to the Alaska border, then northwest to the terminus at Delta Junction.

Postwar rebuilding has not shifted the highway more than 10 miles (16 km) from the original alignment, and in most cases, by less than 3 miles (4.8 km). It is not clear if it still crosses the Yukon-BC border six times from Mile 590 to Mile 596.

Source: Wikipedia

[trevlad-sounds]

Saturday 16 September Mixtape 371 “Surfing the Tunnels” Retro Space Electronic Idm Wednesdays, Fridays & Sundays. Support the artists and labels. Don't forget to tip so future shows can bloom. https://www.mixcloud.com/djsofabed/

Trevlad-Surfing a Drone 00:31 Polypores-Diverging Reality Tunnels 01:31

TALsounds-Conveyor 04:32

Listening Center-Bridge Watching 06:10

Secret Circuit-Simulacrum 09:07

Brennan Fowler-Home 11:16

Orange Crate Art-Diaries from an Alaskan Housewife 17:49

CIALYN-Time Occlusion 21:48

Twilight Sequence-The Colour Of Twilight 25:39

Colleen-November 30:01

Skaefox-space 31:58

Poppy Ackroyd-The Calm Before 32:38

Uncle Fido-They Get Up 38:25

Comtron Soundlab-HOLBORN 9100\9120 - de vele gezichten van het Holborn 39:56

[1800duckhotline]

assign your ocs fursonas. any of them any amount of them i need to know their animals because its fun

oh man. Ok. i dont usually Do fursonas but i do associate animals so ill list down their associated animals so you can guess ok? ok. lets go

salice - czechoslovakian wolfdog

adona - common crow, alternatively devon rex/oriental longhair mix

jutta - rat. just about any will do... as long as theres no particular fur pattern

rina - blonde rex rat. mandatory

temerice - alaskan malamute

ranx - bull terrier

lucia & aiden - rook (the bird species)

eden - red fox

phoebe - common housefly

elaine - mourning dove

jenica - leucistic ball python

lor - askal/aspin dog (both terms are used as far as ive researched)

marzanna - deer buck

mio - viviparous lizard

poppy - coyote

tomoko - antheraea yamamai (japanese silk moth)

momoko - cockroach

kaede - yellow pansy butterfly

....eeeh idk i cant think of any more right neow. but youre free to ask abt specific ocs!

[georgi-girl]

Babble: Track 14

You should come though

tonight,

I only kick it with a tight crew

They won't tell because they tryna live they best life too

On the low, on my own, I'll be wavy

Hit me on my phone, I'll be waitin' yeah-yeah

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The woman traveled relentlessly to the clinics’ direction. She went through the Alaskan town of Lone Moose. People there stared at her, but she ignored them.

“I can hear you, and I’m coming for you.”

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When Zodiac revealed the truth to the others, Tone showered them with questions." "You met a troll? What kind was she? What's her name?" Do you know where she is now? When did you meet her?" With every question, she shifted into a different aspect, until she finally sat down out of breath.

Zodiac didn't answer her. They actually looked uncomfortable. And concerned.

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Creek sat with Kryptos in the sub-basement, telling him all the things he’d said on his behalf.

He spoke in front of a rustic camp. On top of a seaside restaurant on a tropical island. In front of a fake clown head in an old golf course. On top of a dome overlooking a shiny city.

According to him, the story was this.

The tribes lived in harmony but fell out after fighting. And all the blame was pinned on the innocent Pop trolls so named because their music was so popular amount the other creatures.

“The other trolls, hungry for revenge, discovered a race of mountain men with no joy in the lives. They led them to the trolls’ tree. And what followed were years of captivity and fear.

But the Pop trolls escaped. One group finding safety in an abandoned golf course. The other living humbly in the woods for twenty years.

Until the enemy trolls learned they were still alive, and led the Bergens to them once again. And their entire community was devoured; starting with their newly crowned Queen Poppy and her protector Branch.”

Creek was always cut off at this part.

JD grabbed his left arm. WHAT?

Bruce grabbed his right arm. WHAT?

Clay and Viva both grabbed an arm. “WHAT?!”

Floyd grabbed both his arms and shook him. “WHAT????”

Creek vented to Krypton. “They all have the same freaky Kung Fu grip! I actually have bruises! How can you get bruises from being inside someone’s memory?”

Krypton ignored his venting and asked, “Did you continue the message?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know if they heard it. They all kinda fell to their knees and starred into space. And some of them were breathing funny… Anyway”

“I alone escaped, and was rescued by my benifactor.”

JD was on his knees looking at the ground.

“And he told me the truth of the situation.”

Bruce clutched his chest, hyperventilating.

“Not only the dastardly villains who caused all this,”

Clay and Viva held each other tearfully.

“But how to restore life to your lost loved ones.”

Floyd pressed his hands against his quivering lips, trying not to be sick.

“And how to get revenge.”

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Midway through the journey, she collapsed in pain. Her mind couldn’t focus. Her insides felt like they were melting. She lay there curled up and crying. Th air above her shivered, and Kryptos appeared. He could only be in the physical world few a few minutes, but that was all he needed. “What Pitch started, I will perfect.” He held up an opaque diamond-shaped bottle…

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[theyoungturks]

An Alaskan man missed his 8-hour window to receive a heart transplant when his flights were canceled and rerouted due to bad weather. Ana Kasparian and Cenk Uygur discuss on The Young Turks. Watch TYT LIVE on weekdays 6-8 pm ET. http://youtube.com/theyoungturks/live Read more HERE: https://www.mediaite.com/tv/traveler-chokes-up-on-cnn-while-describing-failure-to-get-a-flight-to-receive-life-saving-heart-transplant-my-worst-fears-were-overwhelming-me/ "CNN shared an emotionally-crushing story of an Alaska man who missed out on his chance of receiving a heart transplant amid the disruption caused by so many canceled flights around the country. On Thursday, CNN This Morning focused greatly on the winter weather and the Southwest Airlines system failure that left thousands of people stranded after their flights were canceled. To discuss the broader implications of this transportation meltdown, Poppy Harlow spoke with impacted traveler Patrick Holland, who talked about how he lost out on a new heart because his flights to Seattle kept getting canceled in the last few days." *** The largest online progressive news show in the world. Hosted by Cenk Uygur and Ana Kasparian. LIVE weekdays 6-8 pm ET. Help support our mission and get perks. Membership protects TYT's independence from corporate ownership and allows us to provide free live shows that speak truth to power for people around the world. See Perks: ▶ https://www.youtube.com/TheYoungTurks/join SUBSCRIBE on YOUTUBE: ☞ http://www.youtube.com/subscription_center?add_user=theyoungturks FACEBOOK: ☞ http://www.facebook.com/TheYoungTurks TWITTER: ☞ http://www.twitter.com/TheYoungTurks INSTAGRAM: ☞ http://www.instagram.com/TheYoungTurks TWITCH: ☞ http://www.twitch.com/tyt 👕 Merch: http://shoptyt.com ❤ Donate: http://www.tyt.com/go 🔗 Website: https://www.tyt.com 📱App: http://www.tyt.com/app 📬 Newsletters: https://www.tyt.com/newsletters/ If you want to watch more videos from TYT, consider subscribing to other channels in our network: The Watchlist https://www.youtube.com/watchlisttyt Indisputable with Dr. Rashad Richey https://www.youtube.com/indisputabletyt Unbossed with Nina Turner https://www.youtube.com/unbossedtyt The Damage Report ▶ https://www.youtube.com/thedamagereport TYT Sports ▶ https://www.youtube.com/tytsports The Conversation ▶ https://www.youtube.com/tytconversation Rebel HQ ▶ https://www.youtube.com/rebelhq TYT Investigates ▶ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwNJt9PYyN1uyw2XhNIQMMA #TYT #TheYoungTurks #BreakingNews 221229__TA03ManLoses by The Young Turks

[author-simeon]

Lucifer's Fluff Alphabet

An alphabet dedicated to lots of lovey~dovey fluff!

Lucifer X Non~Binary! Reader

Warnings;; None! Completely wholesome!

A = Attractive

• What do they find attractive about the other?

He finds the way you snort when you laugh so adorable. You say it's ugly and that you hate it, but.. he says otherwise. The way your face lights up and your nose scrunches, eyebrows furrowing and teeth showing, as you laugh uncontrollably.

B = Baby 

• Do they want a family? Why/Why not?

Lucifer, as much as he gets stressed out by his own, he loves his family, he'd do absoloutely anything for them. So, when you ask about having your own little family, he very near breaks, and immediately says yes, no matter what way you have the child ~ whether it's your own ~ whether you adopt, he's ecstatic to be able to start a family with you.

C = Cuddle 

• How do they cuddle?

Lucifer adores cuddling with you, laying in bed and just cuddling all day when he's finished with his work, sitting on his lap while he works and falling asleep, or him even falling asleep on your arms when he's so tired he can't stay awake. You're always there for eachother.

D = Dates 

• What are dates with them like?

The most cliché thing you could possibly think of. The two of you are so in love you don't even realise how much of a cliché it is. You go out into romantic restaurants and gaze lovingly at each other, dance in the rain even! He'd do everything with you, and wouldn't regret a single moment of it.

E = Everything 

• You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

"You are my heaven." Lucifer says in the softest voice he can muster, your head on his lap, stroking and playing with your hair, of course, you were fast asleep but that little smile on your face said you'd heard it, loud and clear.

F = Feelings 

• When did they know they were in love?

He didn't. He refused to believe he was in love with you, but.. he couldn't bare to think of you with one of his brothers, and when, you came to him, confessing your feelings, he was relieved, he played it off as always knowing ~ but he was a shocked and flustered mess on the inside. He was so happy that entire week.

G = Gentle 

• Are they gentle? If so, how?

Lucifer knows you can hold your own, but, he still knows your sensitive and brittle. He knows you can snap and break, so he tries to be as gentle as possible, but sometimes when he's angry, his common sense gets thrown out the window, and he could hurt you. He feels nothing but regret after and will do anything to make it up to you.

H = Hands 

• How do they like to hold hands?

Lucifer holds your hand whenever he is in public with you, a little gesture to show that he's there and he loves you. He loves the intertwine his fingers with yours, and sometimes he'll loop his pinkie around your own! Cute!

I = Impression 

• What was their first impression?

He thought you were a weak and lowly human, who wouldn't survive a minute in the Devildom, and he thought you were pretty pathetic. You quickly proved him wrong, and soon enough, he found himself harbouring feelings for you.

J = Jealousy 

• Do they get jealous?

Quite often. Whenever he sees you with his brothers, he knows yours happy and safe, and he can get quite jealous when you're not with him. He knows he's busy and that it's selfish, but he can't help but want you to himself, rather than you be split between the seven of them~

K = Kiss 

• How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?

You initiated the first kiss. Without a doubt. He played it off as cool and totally not nervous at all. He was really nervous, he didn't know where to put his hands, he was just a big goof in love.

In public, Lucifer kisses you on your forehead. As nervous as he is, he is quite the charmer, and he loves to give you little hand kisses, kissing your knuckles. It gets you all flustered and he loves it!

L = Love 

• Who says ‘I love you’ first?

You say that you love him first, and he immediately comes out and says that he loves you too. You kiss him all over his face, little butterfly kisses, nuzzling him, and rubbing your noses together. The two of you cuddled all week, and Lucifer was so happy, he even chose to not punish Mammon. Wow he's a love sick puppy.

M = Memory 

• What’s their favourite memory together?

Lucifer's favourite memory of you, is when you confessed to him. He loves remembering how flushed and stuttery you were, his confused smile and raised eyebrow, how you seemed so adamant on him refusing your confession. It calms him down whenever he thinks of it.

You, on the other hand, your favourite memory of him is definitely when he was turned into a wolf-man for two weeks. You threw balls for him and he caught them, tail wagging, and my lord how he loved to be called a good boy, and he loved to be scratched behind the ears. Lucifer days hated it, but, he did like being scratched!

N = Nickel 

• Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?

Lucifer loves to buy things for you, just like in his birthday event you have some cute matching charms and necklaces, he always always wears his, even if you can't see it, it's always there.

O = Orange 

• What colour reminds them of their other half?

White. An angellic white that could befit nobody but his love. It reminds him of home, and how much it fits you, like you're an angel yourself. You're the complete opposite of him, but.. in a way, you completely match each other, in every single possible out come.

P = Pet names 

• What pet names do they use?

Lucifer calls you 'Dear', 'Darling' and 'Love' all cute little names for you. All fitting in every single way. He finds you adorable you know.

Q = Quaint 

• What is their favourite non-modern thing?

Lucifer loves the architecture of old, and the music of old. Renaissance statues and music let him reminiscence on his time in the Celestial Realm, remembering the buildings and the silent hum of little orchestras that always seemed to be playing the background, accompanying his work.

R = Rainy Day 

• What do they like to do on a rainy day?

Lucifer loves the feeling of the rain on his hair, even if you hate it, he loves going outside and relaxing in the cold feeling. He never got to experience it in the Celestial Realm, it's something new and different. He quite enjoys it. He doesn't get to do it often, he doesn't want to tarnish his image ~ PAH! Lucifer? Him? A softie? NEVER!

S = Sad 

• How do they cheer themselves/others up?

Lucifer bottles things up. He gets sad some times, but most of the time he's stressed and annoyed over the littlest of things, and he can get shouty and miserable easy.

Now for you, dealing with that is hard, but sometimes you just need to baby the man! Even though he's completely opposed to it when he's angry, do it anyway, and he loves it.

As much as he is dominant in the relationship, he does love to lay with his head in your lap and have his hair stroked, and his horns scratched until they quietly go away.

When he's cheering you up, he takes you out onto a balcony, over~looking all of the Devildom and tells you how much he loves you, and how grateful he is for your presence, how you could never ever be a burden ~ and, you can tell, in his eyes, that it's all true. He means it.

T = Talking 

• What do they like to talk about?

Lucifer is a gentleman. He always asks about your day first, living to hear every little detail, listening even when he works. If you had a bad day, he's always there to make it better, as much of a sadist as he may be, he's a bit softie! Even though he never shows it~

When you ask about his day, he happily tells you what work he has to do and what Diavolo's been doing, his chats with Barbatos, and the mischief his brothers have been causing ~ though you already know about all that.

U = Unencumbered 

• What helps them relax?

Lucifer loves to relax with you. Laying in bed, not a thought in the world as you hug and coddle him. He finally gets to have you all to himself ~ he wouldn't mind a bit of a massage though!

V = Vaunt 

• What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

Lucifer is proud of everything! He's proud of how hard he works for Diavolo ~ how he's managed to control his brothers for so long ~ his looks ~ his everything, he's the avatar of pride. He's especially proud of how hard you work in the Devildom, and how you've managed to get through everything, despite being a human.

W = Wedding 

• When, how, where do they propose?

Lucifer proposes in Diavolo's garden. The demon prince isn't around at the time, nor is Barbatos, and with, nobody around ~ just him and his love, he promptly gets down on one knee and before he can ask you've already squealed, began hugging him and chanted yes. He hasn't cried since that day, but he might have let a few tears escape.

X = Xylophone 

• What’s their song?

Lucifer isn't really one for poppy music, or rock music, or metal music, especially not country music. He does however, like dramatic sound tracks like from the TSL movies and series! If you manage to yoink those off of Levi, expect some special kisses!

Y = Yes 

• Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?

Lucifer loves the idea of you dressed in white, all ethereal and pure-looking, the complete opposite of him, he thinks you'd look enchanting wearing a dress, a tux, or whatever you're comfortable with. He loves you.

Z = Zebra

• If they wanted a pet, what would they get?

Lucifer already has Ceberus! This puppy is already immortal, and he loves him very much. If you don't like Ceberus, well, safe to say there wouldn't be much of a relationship for you. Don't like the doggo? No Lucifer for you!

However, if he were to get a human~world pet, I think he'd get an Alaskan Malamute, a beautiful dog that is proud and is always there for you. And you couldn't care less! In fact you love your new baby! You named him Apricot ~ Lucifer would have rather gone for something more menacing but, you can't have everything in this world.

[lightbulb77724]

Here is a short story I made for school

While walking down the street isabela and katie came across a group of six teenagers that look close to their age. Kaite ran towards them, Isabela just stood there and assumed they knew each other so she decided to join them. When she got closer she felt that they had met before.

“Hey issy” a short girl in a bright orange hoodie called over

“Oh um hey?” isabela was confused; she didn't know how they knew her. Her sister never said anything about them and she wasn't one to go to parties or anywhere for that matter so how is it that they knew her. Then she saw that the girl wasn't human. She had the ears of a fox and a tail to match. She also noticed how much she tried to hide them constantly trying to pull the hood up and keep her tail tucked in. She then noticed her face was wearing an eye patch covering her right eye.

“You don’t remember us do you” a girl with long black hair next to the short girl. She kept pulling her back to her side every time she tried to run. She also had an eye patch on her right eye and a pentagon on her left wrist holding the girl. “Ahh always the forgetful one am i rite kiki” a blond girl said “what did i say about calling me that” the short boy said next to her. The girl was wearing an olive green jacket drinking coffee. The short boy had white hair and hoodie clearly annoyed with the girl's nickname. A boy with black hair stepped up holding the hand of a girl who looks similar to him which isabela assumed to be his twin “can we get on with why we are here please kaity” he said looking at the blond “o o ya sorry. Isabela we are here to help you find your group we will explain everything but first can everyone say your names i know we all know each other but she forgot” kaite said gesturing to her older sister and back at the group. She then pointed atthe boy with white hair “i’m-” “hey im cora but you know me as fox my aillis” the short one said “that's not your aillis it’s you last name.” the girl next to her said “i'm valkyrie vince valentine nice to see you again isabela” valkyrie put her hand out and isabela took it. “Hey can i speak now” they all nodded and he shighd “good, im kio hey” she nodded in return “clara nice to see you again” the girl looked at isabela “i would say the same but i still don’t remember” clara said it was fine next was the twins “ max and this here is my sister daisy, she’s shy so you won't hear much” cora and clara stifled a laugh and hid behind valkyrie who pushed them away not wanting to be apart of there jokes.

“Ok now that we all know each other we can talk about how they know you……...there your extras” isabela stared at her shocked and confused. “How i thought i got rid of you and your real people” “ok one ow! Don’t forget I'm one too. And two yes we are how do you think you're things go missing, a brownie no this isn't spiderwick chronicles this is real life be realistic” kaity said making isabela slightly mad “you lied to me for all of my life all of you did” isabela pointed at all of them remembering her past “i needed help and you all new it i trusted you now look most of them are missing and assumed to have died three ran away and who knows what happened to the rest” isabela started to cry so she looked away from them. She heard footsteps and someone hugged her from behind “ don’t forget everything happens for a reason that's what she told you right and that's why we're here let's bring them home”. After she calmed down, Cora let go and ran back to her spot next to valkyrie. Isabela turned around and asked for the time “3:04” clara looked to cora who looked back at her like they had just got the best idea “because its late how about we all get a motel room together like the old times and in the morning we can look” the blond stated kaity seemed to like that idea and happily clapped her hands “yes yes yes get in my car now who is driving” they all looked to each other “ME!” everybody except kio,val and daisy said. “Ok then how about the oldis drives” after valkyrie said that they heard cora giggling “ok no” isabela said sternly “ w-what why im 22” cora pouted “you never got your driver's license” katie said walking towards the car “and who’s fault is that” she said joining the blond “you crashed the car” a soft voice said “he was screaming daisy” cora said as she helped the girl get in to the back of katies seven seater ascent “because you hit a stop sign in front of a preschool” kio said walking away from them.

“Kio, where are you going?” Max said following him “I'm not joining you on the little treasure hunt” he said as he waved to his friends but stopped when Clara said she would tie him up and put him in the back. “ Clara, that's kid-naping” he said as he looked at her. “You're not a kid kiki” then he saw it. In her hands were rope he went to run but she was faster and tied him up. “Ya but if you my extras dissent that means he can turn into a child like the rest of you” she said as she helped Clara drag Kio back. “Solution: tie him up and put him in the front seat” and that's what they did. “So how are we all going to fit in the car” isabela counted the seats Max and Daisy are in the back with starfire isabelas alaskan malamute. Katie and Kio are in the front seats leaving the three middle seats with four people. “Solution:i’ll turn into a kid” and that's just what cora did. Isabela picked her up and sat next to Valkyrie who was next to Clara as they drove to a motel and started their search for 22 people with no leads.

The next morning cora went out to find leads with valkyrie at her side. Max and Daisy went to the store to see if they heard anything and for food. Katie and Kio stayed back while Clara and isabela left.

Isabelas perspective

Clara and I decided to take Katie's car and just drive around to see what we find. “Hey i got a question” i looked at her then back at the road “what job did lan have again”. I smirked remembering the reason she got the job for “she was a detective, said she was going to put me away if she found me why whats up ``''we should break into her office” i took a left heading straight to her place. I looked over and Clara looked confused. “She keeps the important ones at home” she nodded and we continued.

Once we got there Clara went in to get the file. I waited in the car listening to music when Clara opened the door handing me the file. “Ok now let’s see” we were going through the pages when Clara stopped me “what does that mean” i looked to where she was pointing and i was shocked. “That's the hospital record for poppy, it’s the one me,Em and some of the others were working at” she looked at me and i continued reading “poppy left the hospital and Em went after her, this was after the incident she and Em are still alive” i smiled. Something fell out of the file and Clara picked it up. “What is that?” she looked at it then back at me shocked “it’s a letter… from Kristena to Lan.” I looked at her surprised. Clara asked me if she could read it and I nodded in response. As she got closer to the end she read a part that made me happy “while i was looking around the woods i found poppy hope we can all get together again”. I looked up at her and saw she had a smile “there looking for each other, not only that but we got a lead there in the woods” we started up the car and noticed a police car coming our way so we had to just go.

We got back to the motel and Clara filled everyone in on the situation. Turns out Max and Daisy heard something at the store just a rumor but we take what we need.

We pulled up to the abandoned hospital and got out of the car. “ Leave my dog cora” I said as I saw her trying to get her out of the car. I got out my flashlight and the rest followed. The building was dark. It was destroyed on the inside and there was also graffiti everywhere. We all split up into groups of two. I was with Cora. Cora had a duffel bag to carry whatever we found. I just had a flashlight. The hallway we were going through was dark and disgusting. It seemed to connect to the other hallways and a staircase. The rest of us met in the center of the building when Cora ran into a room throwing something in her bag. We heard a creak and Clara looked up. Right above Cora there was a light that started to fall on her. Lucky Clara was faster and pushed her out of the way. I went to check on Cora who was slammed into a boiler. “ Wow Clara I get she is loud but you didn’t have to go that far” Valkyrie joked and started laughing until Max hit her in the back of the head. Me and Katie helped her up. Whail Katie was checking her I looked around and heard a whistling sound coming from behind me. “ Um, what's that sound?” I turned to look at them and saw it. Cora broke the boiler and it's about to explode with the heat. “Run!” I grabbed Clara and Kio and the rest followed.

We were running as fast as we could when we heard an explosion. I turned around to check on them when I saw fier. I let go of their hands as they all ran ahead. I just stood there staring at the fire getting bigger and closer. Cora noticed I didn't join them and when to get me as she was still oblivious to the fier. “Hey what's that smell” as she looked up her eyes widened in fear. Cora started to shake her head over and over again repeating “no, not again”. Valkyrie came to get us “if you stay longer you’ll burn come on, cora”. I might not remember much of them but I do remember Cora is afraid of fire from past trauma and so was i. Cora transformed into a five year old but still didn’t move. Valkyrie picked her up and took my hand, dragging me out.

Once we were outside I could finally breathe. I looked over and saw Cora crying as Valkyrie concerts her. Just because they act like they hate each other doesnt mean they aren't there for one another. “Good your ok i don’t know what i would have done with your dog if you died” clara said but i can clearly tell she was going to cry. Katie came and hugged me while Max was holding his sister.

“I'm sorry we found nothing, “ Daisy said as we walked back to Katie's car. I looked at her and smiled “at least we made it out alive”. I looked at all of them and when I got to her she was smiling like a mad man. “What's wrong with you, you almost died,” Kio said when he grabbed her hoodie. Cora started to laugh “we can’t die remember” Kio looked back at her and smirked “wanna go back and test that”. Cora looked at him shocked and I started to laugh. Max cleared his throat and we all stopped and looked at Cora . She opened her bag and pulled out a camera giving it to me. As I looked at it I saw the name MAC was carved into the side. “Hey max who did you say was there?” i said pointing to the building on fire “ Em why what’s up?” he said looking back at me. I opened up the compartment and read the tape. I was about to speak when I heard sirens. “Get in, I know where to go”. When i was driving cora kept trying to grab the camera. Once she successfully grabbed it with her tiny arms Katie showed her how to play previous tapes.

“Heyyyy welcome to the mother tree” a girl with blue and pink hair said as she sat on a rock with a tree growing on it. “What about Fort rose?” a asian girl with black long hair said. Walking next to her was isabela and a short tan skinned girl all holding sticks. “Apparently things i make don’t matter” isabela said with a pout the short girl pushed her and laughed. “Nana, I was looking for you” the camera focused on two girls both with medium length brown hair. “Ahh what can i say everyone loves me, calm down D and B it was a joke” the one known as nana said to the girls rolling their eyes as she followed them. The camera then focuses on a blond girl holding a baby star fire “ashy what do you hate about fort rose?” mac said to the blond. “They can’t keep things neat” she said as a tall dark skinned girl came from behind the huge old house “o.c.d” she whispered pointing at the girl. “That's not a seacret nole” a girl with her brown hair in a side pony said, scaring the two girls. “Holy- jessy don’t scare people like that, what is it?”nole said staring at the girl. “Have you seen Nia,Em or Emilia?”Jessy said, looking at all of them. Mac then got up and walked to the back of the house. When she got there she saw all of her friends. The rest of them went to sit down for a group photo. “I just want to say tha-”

I took the camera away not wanting to hear what else i had to say thou i remember it like if it was yesterday. “W-what day is it” I yelled at myself for stuttering and started to get out of the car not wanting them to see me like that. We stopped outside the woods. I heard everyone get out of the car. Star fires coller got closer to me till she was by my side. I smiled at her then walked into the woods.

After hours of walking we made it to the mother tree still the same as all those years ago. The old tree was standing tall. The top half broke off years before they found it but it was still surrounded by flowers planted by poppy and some of the rest. It still looked beautiful to me. Carved into it was the sibule we used for fort rose. A small circle with nineteen in it, around it was a bigger circle with four loops connected to the smaller one. Behind the tree was a huge old house. The red paint worn down from harsh weathers and been unattended for years. We all built the house together with rooms for all of us. It was our get away. It belonged to us and no one else. It’s the only home where people like us could go that kept us together. I walked around to the back there was a bonfire in the middle of flat ground by the eave of the roof are folding chairs for everyone. There were five picnic tables. Attaching the tree’s together were fairy lights none of which are plugged in.

I went to the door and noticed one of the lights was on. I stuck my arm out telling them to stop moving. I then opened the door and in front of me was a short girl with black hair. She was shocked and so was i. “BB?” she ran to me and hugged me close. “It's good to see you again,” she said as she let go. “How are you, how did you get here i have so many questions”

She nodded and looked behind me “I will explain later”. She pulled us all in and sat us down in the living room. It was the same as a few seating places: a fireplace,tv,bookshelves,plants, and the group photo. Only thing is that the people aren't here making it really sad and lonely. “I'm happy your back, but there is something or rather some people that need to see you again”.

[celticjewish]

Happy Imbolc!

So I’m a couple days late and more than a few dollars short but I finally got around to acknowledging this ancient Irish holiday. This unintentionally ended up having a lot of lemons involved but damn if I don’t love all things lemon! We got pink Alaskan salmon salad topped with avocado and lemon, asparagus, lemon poppy seed muffins, peach lemonade, and of course some Irish breakfast tea (sweetened with black sage honey from Savannah Bee Company which I am obsessed with!). Also have a bit of rosemary and sweetgrass for burning.

I personally celebrate this day as a cultural Irish/Celtic holiday to welcome spring. And what a great follow up to Tu Bishvat! While I fully respect those who celebrate this day as part of modern Celtic neopagan observance, my approach to the Celtic festivals from a spiritual standpoint is, as you may have guessed, not a polytheistic one, and certainly not xtian. I actually look forward to seeing if there are any Jewish blessings I can incorporate into my Irish holidays, just as I intend to include Irish tradition in my Shabbat observance and more!

I didn’t have a chance to include a lot of the traditional foods/practices for this day like I would have liked to. A lot of Irish holidays and their traditions/meanings have been convoluted with non-Celtic neopagan rituals that are more focused on, for example, Wiccan aligned observance etc. My goal is to “keep it Celtic” so to speak, and make my celebrations based on the ethnic practices of the Irish people, while also approaching the spiritual aspects through my ever-growing Jewish lens!

I’ll be sharing articles about this holiday from a specifically Irish perspective later.

Slainte! ☘️🌻🐑🍋🍄🌿💚🇨🇮

[dogwise]

Alaskan poppies

[popatochisssp]

@egglord667​, ya tagged me! Here goes, I guess!

Nickname: Poppy, Chisp, and to some, Toffee ( @student-on-the-run started a trend, lol)

Gender: She/her 

Astrological Sign: Aquarius

Height: 4'11"

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Favorite Animal: Pffffft........shark? I guess? lol

Number of blankets: 2-3, depending on the weather, currently a maybe one (sheets don’t count)

Where I’m from: USA!

Dream trip: Egypt is up there, but I think I really want to take one of those Alaskan cruises, I really like cruise ships actually and I do better in cooler weather than hot. 

When I started my account: I’ve been lurking around tumblr for like 6-7 years at least (like...SuperWhoLock era, I guess? I don’t wanna know how long ago that was, don’t make me look it up!) but I never actually had my own account until this past October, 2018. That’s kinda wild, actually! XD

Why I started my account: I was in the middle of writing a fun little fic called Fur a Good Time, Call... and a couple readers had asked if I had one, and I was (as always) thirsty for more interaction and validation from the fandom, so... here we are! :3

I never tag anybody, but of course go for it if you’re feeling it!

[nataliejoyart]

Unit Zero: Chapter Three

This is chapter three of a story of mine: Unit Zero. It’s about a group of kids brought together by people who once protected the universe so that the honorable duty can be passed to another generation. Previous chapters can be found in older posts.

~Payton Dodson~

Payton Dodson scoffed under his breath as he shoved his way back into the main locker room.

That went well, he thought to himself, rolling his eyes.

So it turned out there was a reason everyone not only stayed away from Ren Graves but also reason for them warning Payton not to get too close. Nobody wanted to be around a rude, selfish, stuck-up demon of a boy. Then again, most people were that way, but hid it so that they’d be “accepted by society”.

What Payton did know: he’d sworn to himself that he’d help people. He didn’t need to be a superhero or anything. But some day, he’d drag people out of the pits they were in and show them the light.

Another thing he now knew: Some people didn’t want his help, apparently. His help or anyone else’s.

A twinge of pity bit Payton in the side, though. He could remember that days when he was that way. Being in the foster system, as Ren had so bluntly pointed out, could do that to you. Especially when the biological parents you had loved with everything you were had died, and the blame was placed on you. Payton was frankly relieved that a family from up North adopted him six years ago. Up here, he had a new start. A clean slate. Nobody knew who he was. Then again, it wasn’t like anybody really cared either. But what did it all boiled down to? Payton could recognize a crappy childhood. And Ren displayed all the signs.

Maybe Ren’s just that much of a jerk. Payton thought. Or maybe Poppy just puts on a brave face. And has real people skills. Payton thought to himself.

Because, oddly enough, Ren’s identical twin sister seemed like the type of girl who grew up with underbearing parents who spoiled her most of her childhood.

Poppy Graves was the peppiest, sweetest girl Payton had ever met. Her hair was always tied up with ribbons and clips that sparkled like jewels among the curly, black mane. And she didn’t seem to have a single negative word in her vocabulary. It wouldn’t have been true to say that everyone at Fairbanks High loved Poppy, but Payton could certainly say nobody held any kind of grudge with her.

Payton could see her across the gynasium. Well, he did before a dodge ball knocked him onto his butt after it rocketed into his gut at a ridiculous speed.

“Yer out, Dodson!” the coach shouted across the gym.

Payton stumbled back to his feet, wandering over to the sidelines, eyes still attached to Ren’s twin. It’s not like Ren was a stalker or anything. But, yeah... He had a crush… On the person whose brother currently had it out for him.

If you like her, talk to her, you doofus. A voice in Payton’s head pushed.

He rubbed his neck as a cold chill brushed past it.

No, I can’t do that. Especially with…

Payton’s eyes flicked across the gym, watching the shadowed figure of Ren Graves slumped, unnoticed by everyone around him, just underneath the scaffolding of the bleachers. A shiver ran down Payton’s spine as he thought of how much Ren looked like a ghost. Payton hated ghosts. The concept of them had always made him severely uncomfortable. Not necessarily scared, but…

Ren’s pale white skin and bright eyes sat starkly against the dark contrast of his dark hiding place. And his head wasn’t hidden underneath his black hoodie as it usually was, allowing an untamed thatch of curly, black hair to stick out wildly like some kind of mangled mop head. He was also turned, staring through the cracks in the bleacher seats at his sister.

But Payton didn’t have time to be staring at his eighth grade crush all day. After all, they only shared one class. It was a shame, and Payton was still trying to adjust to watching the backs of kids far larger and more rugged than himself as he sat through the last period of the day: quantum mechanics and theoretical physics. Well, it wasn’t really a class, especially with Payton’s knack for it.

So you’re a book-smarts kid, eh?

Payton frowned. What the heck? Book-smart? I’m not a walking textbook. I actually use my brain, not just store crap in it to sound intelligent.

Fair point. But what about street smarts? Any good with those?

The cold shiver from before ran down Payton’s spine.

Why am I thinking about this crap? Besides, they’re probably better than anyone else here. I doubt jocks grew up in a broken foster system… Not that I’ve had to survive on the side of a road in a few years… but still…

You wanna test that out? ‘Cause from an Arizona kid to an Alaskan, this terrain is pretty rugged. I could see why Natalie would live up here.

Payton shifted uneasily in his seat, rolling out his shoulders uncomfortable and glancing behind him. It wasn’t normal for him to think like tha-

A screech like a banshee made Payton jump out of his skin, heart rattling around in his chest faster than he preferred to handle. The last bell.

He shook his head, taking the opportunity to stand quickly and rush from the classroom, tossing his backpack over his shoulder. Making a beeline for the door, Payton couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder again as he broke off from the crowd shuffling towards the busses.

Just keep a cool head, Payton. Just until you get home… You can freak out then…

I can stay quiet until then, I suppose. Although there’s a lot that needs explaining.

As Payton practically ran down the sidewalks stretching out from Fairbanks High, those thoughts didn’t return. But they weren’t really like thoughts. It’d been more like… someone was… whispering into his ear or something. Or like he was listening to someone he couldn’t see and couldn’t tune out. But it was gone now, and Payton’s retreating pace slowed to a walk.

And it stayed that way the entire trek to the one place he felt comfortable in this world: The Corner Diner. A little mom-and-pop shop open almost all hours of the day on a lonely corner. It was a sort of hidden gem in Fairbanks, so not many knew of it All the restaurant offered for sit-in patrons was a long counter that separated the small open space where a few tables and chairs would have been welcome, but had never existed, from the kitchen in the back. A mere twenty stools lines the counter.

Almost every one of them was filled, save a single seat against the far wall. Payton sighed. It wasn’t any kind of special holiday or anything… although the weather was nice. And that often coaxed people from their homes. Some weird characters could show up at times, too. As Payton took the last stool, he recalled with a short chuckle the time near Easter when a man walked in dressed in a fluffy pink bunny suit, leading a pack of burly bikers all with rabbit ears on their heads.

No one particularly odd sat in the diner today. Payton had seated himself next to a man who had to be a hunter, dressed head-to-foot in camo with scruffy stubble riddling his chin. He and a buddy spoke gently between mouthfuls of hamburger, reeking of male body odor and frying grease.

But Payton just ordered his usual small basket of onion rings, hiding himself underneath a textbook and avoiding their glances. He had a rule when he came to the Corner Diner: no schoolwork, no studying, and no worrying. About anything. This was Payton’s cool-down time. Sure, it would only last thirty minutes or so, but between the school environment that, as today proved, didn’t quite suite him, and his foster parents back home… he needed some alone time.

And so that’s what Payton did. He slumped in the seat, lazily nibbling away at the perfectly-salted and fried onion rings underneath the shadow on his textbook wall he’d erected. The hunters left shortly after Payton arrived, their irritating stench drifting out the door with them as a new patron held it open, nodding to the hunters as they left.

“Hey there, kid.”

Payton peeked over his textbook, watching as a stocky man in a U.S. Marines cap slipped onto the stool two down from his own. He wore military fatigues and therefore carried that aura around him that demanded respect and made you sit up a little taller. He was a little odd, though, since his hair was not buzzed, but rather fell into his eyes, causing chronic hairflipping and brushing. And he wore deep red aviators, not even bothering to take them off as he continued to speak to Payton.

“What’re you doing by yourself?”

Payton glanced around nervously. “Uh, nothing. Just taking a little break after school.”

The Marine nodded. He was quiet for a while, allowing Payton to return to his onion rings. He didn’t know how to put it, but there was something… off… about this man. He wasn’t lying. Payton could recognize a liar.

“How old are you, kid?” the man asked through a mouthful of french fries. He nodded to the textbook, “That isn’t exactly junior-high level stuff.”

“Oh, uh… I’m thirteen.” Payton responded, removing his textbook wall and shoving it into his backpack. He didn’t want to seem rude.

The man grinned, “Only thirteen, huh? You sound like an old friend of mine.” He glanced at Payton, giving Payton an intrigued smile. “No offense, but you probably like to stick to those books of yours, huh? Not exactly the fighting type.”

Payton shrugged, shifting on the stool. “I dunno. Just because I’m smart doesn’t mean I can’t also be athletic.”

“That’s true.” the man chuckled.

There was something about the way he spoke… Payton couldn’t quite explain it. He found himself hanging onto every word, but there was something that seemed… unsettling… People didn’t usually just strike up conversations in the middle of a diner with six feet of counter space separating them.

Payton shoved his last onion ring down, pushing the tray towards the edge of the counter. He just wasn’t feeling right about this. Maybe it was the voice in his head from before that had turned his day sour. Although, Ren had started that cycle first. But he just wanted to go home now and be where he knew he could get some peace and quiet.

“Ya’know, kid, I have a feeling about you.” the Marine said as Payton shifted to leave. I think you’d do great in the academy I’m from.”

“The Marines?” Payton said, stopping, “But I thought you said I didn’t look ‘like the fighting type.’”

“But you said you could be.” he pointed out. “It’s not too far away, and there are a lot of pesky rules. But I have a feeling you’d be perfect.”

“I’m only thirteen.” Payton said, raising a skeptic eyebrow. Unease sat in his stomach like a rock.

Now hold on…

Payton spine tingled again. That voice!

I thought you were being quiet now! Payton hissed to himself - or the voice, he wasn’t sure. He felt like he was losing his mind.

Yeah, I usually can’t shut up. The voice said, It’s one of my defining traits. But you need to go with this man. You can trust him.

Uh, yeah, no thanks. Payton thought, slipping from the stool and reaching for his backpack. The only thing about him I can trust is that he gives me the creeps. Just like you.

“Your age isn’t a problem.” the man coaxed, turning his full attention now to Payton.

Payton roacked on his feet. “You know, sir, thanks, but… I think I’ll pass on your offer. I don’t think I’m military academy material.”

“Ah, come on. Listen to your head.”

And that was the red alarm for Payton. The Marine, as much as Payton respected the uniform, had crossed the line.

Although the Voice disagreed.

Yes, your head. Listen to your head. Listen to me. You. Can. Trust. Him.

[brutuskorov]

betrayal never comes from the enemy...

(a character analysis)

basic information

FULL NAME: boris korov PRONUNCIATION: BO-ris KO-rov MEANING: boris - fight, fighter. REASONING: his father named him long before he was born. boris, fighter, if he was a boy. sezia, protector, if he’d been born a girl. for his father, his child (regardless of gender) was to be his legacy -- he meant for the name ‘korov’ to mean something. boris is not as ambitious as his father; he’s more of a follower than a leader, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t follow his father’s words. (it is lesser known that is mother called him borya, little snatches of affection he holds close to his chest.)  NICKNAME(S): brutus, borya PREFERRED NAME(S): brutus BIRTH DATE: december 23rd AGE: 33 ZODIAC: capricorn GENDER: male PRONOUNS: he/him/his ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: panromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual (while boris has experienced attraction towards multiple genders, he only ever acts on it with women) NATIONALITY: russian ETHNICITY: alaskan native; kuyokan-athabascan CURRENT LOCATION: verona, italy LIVING CONDITIONS: simple & stark, though he has the means for a more luxurious life. TITLE(S): emissary

background

BIRTH PLACE: yekatrinburg, russia HOMETOWN: verona, italy (since he was a teen) SOCIAL CLASS: boris was born poor. his father earned well enough through his criminal dealings, but spent it just as quickly -- he was a man who enjoyed life and didn’t believe in the notion of saving. boris himself made his way up  EDUCATION LEVEL: boris’ education is haphazard and all over the place due to the instability of his father’s career. he completed his 12th year in italy, but went back to russia to spend some time in the conscripted army. boris didn’t return to school for a while, focusing more on mafia activities. he did return to school and started a degree in strategic management when he left verona, but dropped the program when he returned to the Montagues. FATHER: vadim korov MOTHER: juniper korov née locklear SIBLING(S): talia korov (deceased before boris’ birth) BIRTH ORDER: i. talia -- ii. boris CHILDREN: n/a PET(S): a moroccoan uromastyx named ‘lizard’ OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: cousin -- ava locklear (located in america); niece -- sonya locklear (located in america) PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: n/a ARRESTS?: a couple times for teenage stupidity, but his connections to the mafia meant he always got off PRISON TIME?: n/a

occupation & income

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: private military contractor through almaz-antey SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: montague emissary TERTIARY SOURCE(S) OF INCOME: n/a APPROXIMATE AMOUNT PER YEAR: appx.  € 180,000 / year CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: boris knows he didn’t earn his job -- he was placed there with the intention of smoothing the way for montague goals. he’s specifically assigned to various pharmaceutical and drug companies where he intentionally suggests security plans that leave room for the montagues to take their share. it also allows him to play the part of a bodyguard when necessary. the job satisfies the hum under his skin that demands action but it isn’t exactly his passion.   PAST JOB(S): montague soldier SPENDING HABITS: he doesn’t really spend money beyond essentials. of course, at this point, essentials includes paying off contracted killers, bribing government officials, etc. picking apart a mafia empire isn’t cheap, but he doesn’t really spend money on himself. he’s not thrifty but his income to expenditure ratio means he ends up having plenty in his bank account. MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: tucked in a cabinet by his flat’s front door is a getaway bag -- it contains burner phones, travel documents, everything he could need to run again.

skills & abilities

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: 8/10 OFFENSE: 7/10 DEFENSE: 7/10 SPEED: 7/10 INTELLIGENCE: 8/10 ACCURACY: 9/10 AGILITY: 6/10 STAMINA: 9/10 TEAMWORK: 5/10 TALENTS: tactics & strategy, far-sighted, detailed SHORTCOMINGS: disloyal, selfish, detached LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: russian (fluent), italian (fluent, but accented), english (passable) DRIVE?: yes JUMP-STAR A CAR?: yes CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: yes RIDE A BICYCLE?: yes SWIM?: no PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: no PLAY CHESS?: yes BRAID HAIR?: yes TIE A TIE?: no PICK A LOCK?: yes

physical appearance & characteristics

FACE CLAIM: martin sensmeier EYE COLOR: dark brown HAIR COLOR: black HAIR TYPE/STYLE: usually short -- he wore it in a buzzcut during his brief stint in military GLASSES/CONTACTS?: n/a DOMINANT HAND: right HEIGHT: 6′1″ WEIGHT: 75 kg BUILD: tall, solid -- not buff, but not lean either EXERCISE HABITS: he’s very regimented in his exercise -- runs early every morning, weight trains every other day, practices hand to hand fairly frequently. he likes moving in any form. SKIN TONE: dark brown with warm, coppery undertones  TATTOOS: though he’s often contemplated getting one, he hasn’t found a design he’d like to commit to PEIRCINGS: none MARKS/SCARS: a scar on his leg from jumping a barbed wire fence, a bullet scar on his shoulder, a couple others here and there he doesn’t even remember getting -- he fought too often to remember every scar NOTABLE FEATURES: high cheek bones and full lips; his gaze is very flat USUAL EXPRESSION: stoic, veering towards a scowl  CLOTHING STYLE: he gets cold easily, so he wears jackets well into summer. he prefers neutral tones. dark jeans, beige turtleneck and an army jacket is a very typical basic outfit that he’ll wear anywhere. JEWELRY: n/a. ALLERGIES: peanuts BODY TEMPERATURE: normal DIET: his diet is unhealthy in that he very rarely cooks for himself, but he does eat a variety of food and prefers high protein diets. PHYSICAL AILMENTS: n/a

psychology

JUNG TYPE: ISTJ JUNG SUBTYPE: Type A ENNEAGRAM TYPE: type 8 – the challenger MORAL ALIGNMENT: true neutral TEMPERAMENT: choleric ELEMENT: earth PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE: kinesthetic/spatial APPROXIMATE IQ: 110 MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: n/a SOCIABILITY: introvert EMOTIONAL STABILITY: stable, his mood does not shift easily OBSESSION(S): damiano montague COMPULSION(S): he’s very particular about the state of things in his home. he likes it clean and neat. PHOBIA(S): n/a ADDICTION(S): he knows his father had a problem with gambling so he avoids it DRUG USE: he prefers alcohol to drugs ALCOHOL USE: he drinks to unwind, sticking to beers mostly. at parties he’ll go for dark liquors but he doesn’t particularly care for booze. PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: ha. yes. but he’s tempered his instincts well.

mannerisms

SPEECH STYLE: when he speaks, it is short and concise, never more than necessary. he will answer questions at face value and doesn’t elaborate unless asked. He takes lots of pauses and is slow to reveal his thoughts. ACCENT: his russian is flawless, his italian less so -- the words tend to come out a bit harsher. his english is passable with a strong russian accent. QUIRKS: if boris can walk somewhere instead of taking a vehicle, he will. he hates public transportation however, and prefers motorcycles to every other vehicle. HOBBIES: running, walking, listen to music HABITS: he runs every morning, immediately after waking up. he drinks his coffee black (he doesn’t like espresso). he wakes up at 5:45 am every morning, no matter what time he went to bed. boris is inherently a man of habit, he likes routines. NERVOUS TICKS: fist clenching and setting his jaw DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: revenge, justice, respect, family FEARS: failure POSITIVE TRAITS: driven, reliable, dedicated, detailed NEGATIVE TRAITS: selfishness, fails to see bigger picture, disloyal SENSE OF HUMOR: sarcasm, understatements, subtle humor DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: to emphasize a point. CATCHPHRASE(S): n/a

favorites

ACTIVITY: running ANIMAL: gazelle BEVERAGE: water BOOK: he doesn’t really read. CELEBRITY: natalie dormer COLOR:  navy blue DESIGNER: he doesn’t know designers.  FOOD: pierogies FLOWER: red poppies (his mother’s favorite) GEM: diamonds HOLIDAY: winter holidays in general MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: walking MOVIE: the good, the bad, the ugly MUSICAL ARTIST: jidenna QUOTE/SAYING: “no legacy is so rich as honesty.” SCENERY: wide open lakes that are frozen over SCENT: pine SPORT: boxing SPORTS TEAM: italian football TELEVISION SHOW: 24 WEATHER: cold & brisk VACATION DESTINATION: mountains

attitudes

GREATEST DREAM: destroying the montagues GREATEST FEAR: failing his father’s legacy MOST AT EASE WHEN: running LEAST AT EASE WHEN: attending fancy parties WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: getting caught in his schemes before he’s ready BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: returning to the montagues despite his betrayal BIGGEST REGRET: leaving in the first place -- he has to re-prove himself MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: when he was young, he once cried after falling. his father laughed so hard, he never cried over little things again. BIGGEST SECRET: he betrayed the montagues to a russian mob TOP PRIORITIES: slowly dismantling the montague empire

[optimisticsprinkles]

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Tagged by: @lightaroundthecorner

Name or nickname: Beth (short for Elizabeth)

Relationship status: Married 13 years.

Favorite colors: Turquoise with baby pink.

Lipstick or chapstick: Chapstick because I am too lazy to be pretty and my husband hates lipstick.

Three favorite foods: My chicken & dumplings, sushi, and BLTs. I always feel best after eating sushi, but the dumplings are like a warm hug from my Granny and BLTs bring back southern family dinners with my uncle’s home-grown tomatoes.

Song stuck in my head: At any given time, it’s Tractors, Firetruck, or Airplane by Blippi, a YouTube children’s personality, because my daughter begs to watch him even when I try to turn something else on. He’s also taught both of my kids as toddlers to say “no means no!” except he does a bad job of giving them context for when to say it, so they use it willy-nilly. My son once said it while I was changing his diaper, and it made everything waaaay awkward.

Last song I listened to: Monster Trucks by Blippi. Sigh.

Last movie I watched: Trolls, during the beginning of which my daughter cried for Blippi and I ignored her because she does love Poppy but needed a chance to get into it.

Top three shows: Firefly, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and... Doctor Who? That last one changes based on what I’m currently watching. Plenty of shows that I get excited about when new episodes happen.

Books I’m currently reading: Just finished Diamond Fire by Ilona Andrews, have read the prologue of The Demon-Haunted World by Carl Sagan with a promise to my husband that I’ll finish it at some point, and got the three print volumes of Blood Stain by Linda Sejic (@sigeel) for my birthday (which can be read for free on her deviantart, and I encourage y’all to buy copies if you love it as much as I do; she’s hit my love for creepy and my love for cute and my love for geekery and my sense of humor, so her work is overwhelmingly awesome to me).

Last thing I Googled: "how to look up google search history” I just did that now. There ya go.

Time: 9:03am

How many blankets do you sleep with? 1 when it’s warm, 2 when it’s cold. And socks. Always socks.

Dream trip: New Zealand to see the aurora borealis, or an Alaskan cruise for same.

Anything you really want? My president getting impeached would be lovely. I’m a liberal, but my parents are conservatives so I try to understand that side of things and not jump to judgment about conservatives as a whole or as individuals. My president, however, is quite simply a bad person. I could say more, there’s a lot to say, but that’s the basics of it. (Oh, and if you also hate him, there’s a lovely web app that turns all his pictures into kittens. It’s called Make America Kittens Again. My sister-in-law uses it and loves it.)

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Ruffwear Approach Pack Review

July’s Dog Gear Review is here! This month we will explore the popular Ruffwear Approach Pack.

(Sigurd wearing Ruffwear Approach Pack above)

Read Our In-Depth Review Below:

[Before we dive deep into what makes the Approach Pack one of the most popular dog packs out there today, please know this: NOT ALL PACKS ON THE MARKET FIT PROPERLY FOR CARRYING SIGNIFICANT WEIGHT. For carrying more than a couple of poop bags the pack MUST sit close to the dog’s shoulders and keep the weight OFF the back of the dog. HERE is an article I find useful for newcomers. Note that there are some popular and very pretty looking packs our there that do not fit properly which can cause discomfort and potential injury to your dog. Examples of packs your should avoid for carrying significant weight because they carry the weight on the back of the dog include the Outward Hound DayPak, Kurgo Baxter Dog Backpack, OneTigris Dog Pack, and the Lalawow Dog Pack. (Note: it doesn’t mean these packs aren’t potentially good, but you should NOT have your dog carry much weight in these packs for their own safety).]

(Sigurd wearing properly fitted pack above, bags of pack are filled)

When I got into Alaskan Malamutes I knew I wanted to title my dogs in at least three areas: Canine Good Citizen, Sledding & Packing. As an avid hiker in an mountainous east coast state of the US, packing really appeals to me. There’s nothing worse than knowing your own pack is going to be HEAVY for the day AND then also have to hold on to a dog leash of a very excited malamute. (I don’t let our dogs off leash when I hike, I would never see them again). 

I had known about the Ruffwear Approach Pack for awhile, but still reached out hoping for other suggestions (WolfPacks were suggested and I know they are a good packing company as well). I did eventually end up getting the Approach Pack, which costs a lovely $79.95 USD. The size of the pack as well as the FLAMING ORANGE color (called Orange Poppy on the Ruffwear website) was very appealing to me. As a person with white dogs who lives rurally in a state that gets a lot of snow from fall-spring orange is an important color for me. 

(Sigurd and myself on Stowe Pinnacle, displaying full pack bags, a well conditioned Sigurd who is still full of energy and ready to go, as well as the strength of the leash attachement loop.)

I have been using the Approach Pack for some time now and I’m happy with my purchase, it was well spent. Below are my Pros & Cons of the pack.

(Above is how the pack looks when the bags are empty, you can clearly see how much the pack bags expand comparing this picture to the others in this post where the pack is full)

PROS & CONS

Pros:

Durability: The lightweight material is durable in any condition (but is not waterproof). The pack holds its shape well and does not tear or see damage when the dog takes the pack through thick foliage, rocky areas, etc.

Color: The Ruffwear Approach pack comes in two colors, Meadow Green & Orange Poppy. It also includes reflective trim. I really like the orange color, it stands out during ANY season which is important on the trail. The Approach Pack comes in MUCH brighter colors than other packs that feature a lot of black or natural colors).

(Above Ruffwear Approach Pack photo showing the handle, Poppy Orange Color and Reflective striping.

Super adjustable: The pack offers several points of adjustment which is really nice if you have deep chested dogs like myself. When adjusted properly the bags don’t move on the dog too much. 

Carrying ability: This pack can carry so much more than you might think, with four pockets, two on each side: one deep and one shallow, you can pack pretty much any dog essentials (even essentials for people too!). I’ve carried two water bottles, dog bowls, hand weights, clothing items, leashes, anything you can think of. I know some people find the bags to be too large for what they are looking to do, but for packing and hiking it is superb. (If you are looking for a pack with smaller bags try Ruffwear’s Singletrak Pack or Commuter Pack).

(Sigurd wearing Approach Pack Above, display strength & carrying power of the bags which are full in this photo)

Strength: This pack has strong but flexible fabric allowing the room to pack what you need, but doesn’t have too much give. It is also very strong when your dog pulls. It has a metal ring for attachement to your leash and even with extensive pulling like my dogs do I have not seen any damage.

Handle: the Approach Pack features a sturdy handle on the back of the harness to help you assist your dog in any situation. While my dogs can get over pretty much any terrain with ease, the handle is helpful in river situations as well as a strong place to hold your dog close when other hikers are passing you (and often off-leash dogs).

Size: Comes in four sizes XS-XL, lots of dogs can pack!

Cons:

Not waterproof: If anything spills inside of this pack beware! Keep foods in waterproof containers and water itself tightly packed, make sure any poop bags that contain waste are TIGHTLY tied. Outside of the pack isn’t completely waterproof, but does a good job deterring external moisture (I wouldn’t let the dog go swimming in this, river crossing should be okay). Note that Ruffwear does sell a waterproof saddlebag cover.

Pack and harness are one item: Ruffwear has a pack, the dreamy and expensive Palisades, that allows the pack itself to be detached from the harness the dog is wearing which a lot of people find VERY useful in hiking and camping situations. The Approach Pack does not feature this, so if you get an Approach Pack make sure to pack your dog’s regular walking harness in the backpack if they need a break from the pack itself.

Bags need to be carefully balanced: this pack, since it does allow for a large amount of items to be carried within, needs a lot of careful adjustment and balancing to ensure that the saddlebags do not list to the side of the dog. I like to do this while the pack is on the dog. If properly packed with even weight on each side the pack will sit nice and straight on the dog most of the time. I don’t find it THAT much of a con, but it does take time and some practice, which could be off-putting to others.

(Photo above shows the pack when unbalanced, listing to one side)

Overall I find the Approach Pack just that, approachable. It is a very well made dog pack that is easy for beginners to handle. It has very few cons, most of which are only mild inconveniences to the average person. While it is a little pricy for some, it is worth every penny. It is rated 5 stars on the Ruffwear website by 81% of users, a very fair rating in my opinion.

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Oh my god you guys

My friend (who was my roommate last semester) just did literally the best thing ever?

So I was on the phone with her crying over how I couldn’t afford to go see Poppy on her “Am I A Girl?” tour this october. You know, because I’m stranded all the way here in Alaska and literally use to have to pay $100 just to go get groceries? I’m all fucking sad because I didn’t get to go to her other tour and tickets are once again only $20 and it just sucks that I have to buy a plane ticket to do ANYTHING!

Anyway, she was just all “uh-huh.” “yup.” “okay.” And I thought she was just listening to me rant and shit. And she goes. “Oh hey, you’re birthday is on Sept. 6th? Right?” and I’m like, yeah. Why? And this bitch. THIS MOTHERFUCKING MVP goes. “Happy Birthday. You’re going to the Poppy concert. I just got you tickets and a plane ticket.”

I’m crying. Jesus christ. I mean, she probably didn’t spend that much on me because it’s like, an Alaskan thing that we all have airline milage programs and shit (you need it or you will die probably.) but HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

how do I even begin to make this up to her omg.

Like, I’ve been so obsessed I even tried to convince my college activities board that it was totally within our budget to bring her to campus. I’m fucking crying. omg.