#chalk fossils

[uk-fossils]

Rare Fossil Sponge Porosphaera globularis – Upper Chalk Cretaceous, Kent UK – Genuine with COA

Discover a rare and fascinating piece of Earth’s ancient marine history with this authentic fossil sponge – Porosphaera globularis, dating from the Upper Chalk of the Late Cretaceous period. This unique specimen was sourced from Kent, UK, a region renowned for its rich fossil-bearing chalk formations.

Porosphaera globularis is a globular-shaped sponge species commonly found in chalk deposits and known for its distinctive porous structure. These sponges lived approximately 70–90 million years ago when much of Europe was submerged under a warm, shallow sea. Their preservation in chalk provides an incredible window into ancient marine ecosystems.

Item Details:

Species: Porosphaera globularis

Age: Upper Chalk, Late Cretaceous (~70–90 million years old)

Location Found: Kent, United Kingdom

Condition: 100% genuine fossil specimen with clear structural features

Scale: Scale cube in photo is 1cm – please refer to images for full sizing details

Photography: The specimen shown is the exact item you will receive

Packaging: Securely packaged to ensure safe delivery

This fossil is ideal for collectors, educators, or anyone with a passion for natural history. It comes with a Certificate of Authenticity, affirming its genuine origin and geological significance.

All of our fossils are carefully selected for quality and scientific interest. Don’t miss the opportunity to own a real piece of prehistoric life!

[star-cosmos]

Could Eternal Sugar and Hollyberry get they're own Matching Legendary Outfits like Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla did?

Eternal Sugar's so pretty so I wouldn't mind her getting a Legendary Costume so soon after her release, because it'll likely be even prettier (like Shadow Milk's Sage of Truth Costume. I LOVE the Sage of Truth Costume, it's so majestic).

Meanwhile Hollyberry has just one Epic costume. Same can also be said about Dark Cacao and Golden Cheese as they both also have just a single Epic Costume, but they both got they're costume in 2023 while Hollyberry got her's all the way back in 2021. Plus DC and GC both got they're awakened forms before HB, despite the fact she was released before them. She 1000% deserves a new costume.

And if they do get matching costumes, i wonder what it'd be. Could it be something similar for Truthless Recluse and the Sage of Truth? Where Hollyberry's the slothful one while Eternal Sugar's the passionate?

[mineralsrocksandfossiltalks]

Science Saturday: How to make Limestone

Limestone is a type of sedimentary rock made by chemical processes (dare I say, a chemical sedimentary rock) rather than physical processes (what we call a clastic sedimentary rock).

Limestone in Big Cottonwood Canyon, Utah with my hammer for scale.

Limestone is primarily composed of the mineral calcite or aragonite which precipitate out of water containing dissolved calcium ions.

(CaCO3) Calcite and aragonite chemical formula

This can happen through both biologic and non-biologic processes. About 20-25% of all sedimentary rocks are carbonates and most of those carbonates are limestone. The remaining carbonates are mostly dolomite (or dolostone to avoid confusion with the mineral dolomite) which differs from limestone due to it's high magnesium content.

Dolomite Peaks, Italy

In fact, physically, you can't tell dolomite and limestone apart (at least not to my knowledge, I work in clastic sedimentary rocks so if you're reading this and you work in carbonates, feel free to chip in), usually just lump all carbonates I see as limestone. Technically, there are few things you can test physically but you absolutely need the right tools. Dolomite is slightly harder than limestone and does not as readily dissolve in HCl (fizzes less). Sometimes you can see a change but often they are just too similar to tell in my experience.

Limestone is commonly gray to white though iron or managnese can make it yellow, or red and high organic content can make it almost black.

Gray limestone in Provo Canyon, Utah

Red stained yellow limestone in Timpanogos Canyon, Utah

But how is limestone formed? One way is through biochemical processes. Many marine organisms have learned to precipitate a calcium carbonate shell. When these organisms die, they fall to the sea floor. Eventually, they are turned into bioclastic limestone with chemically precipitated calcite cement between them.

bioclastic limestone, Provo Canyon. Brachiopod shells with my hand for comparison.

One type of bioclastic limestone is finely-grained chalk like the White Cliffs of Dover which formed from coccoliths. Chalk can be formed from algae, foraminifera and plankton. It is very soft, porous version of limestone.

Limestone can also form chemically, precipitating straight out of the water as such: H2O + 3CO2 -> CaCO3.

And now you know the basic ways to make limestone.

[kikkiku]

BIG STEPPERS. (Commission work)

[galakianexplosion]

Im glad that we can agree on Empty Void being a fossil Sonic.

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

List of Random Things For Your Dark Academia Settings | For Writers

The Library 📚

Towering mahogany bookshelves filled with ancient leather-bound tomes

Antique globes and faded maps mounted on the walls

Heavy velvet drapes blocking out the sunlight

Ornate brass reading lamps casting a warm glow

The musty smell of old books permeating the air

The Study 🪶

A large oak desk strewn with papers, quills, and ink bottles

Walls lined with pinned insect specimens and anatomical drawings

An antique typewriter, its keys clacking softly

Stacks of well-worn leather journals and notebooks

A cabinet of curiosities filled with skulls, fossils, and scientific oddities

The Classroom 🎓

Rows of old wooden desks, surfaces scratched with generations of graffiti

A blackboard covered in elaborate chalk diagrams and Latin phrases

Dusty shelves holding jars of formaldehyde-preserved specimens

Antique microscopes and brass telescopes waiting to be used

The tick-tock of a grandfather clock counting down the minutes

The Dormitory 🕯️

A four-poster bed heaped with tattered quilts and faded velvet pillows

Parquet wood floors layered with antique persian rugs

Flickering candles in tarnished silver holders casting dancing shadows

A steamer trunk overflowing with vintage tweeds and wool knits

Tea-stained pages of love letters and poetry scattered on the nightstand

The Secret Society Meeting Room 🗝️

An imposing stone fireplace with Latin phrases carved into the mantel

Worn leather armchairs circled around a low table set with tarnished silver

The air thick with pipe smoke and burning incense

Shelves lined with ancient masks, ceremonial daggers, and dusty alchemical tomes

Shadows dancing on the tapestry-covered walls in the candlelight

[newobsessionweekly]

Aftershock: Bradford's Barbie

Main Masterlist | The Rookie Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Tim Bradford x younger!reader

Fandom: The Rookie

Summary: You and Tim are not dating. But also aren't not dating. Until he pulls back, you shut down and every feeling comes crashing down on you both.

Angst to fluff

Warnings: description of gunshots maybe? not proofread yet

Words: -

It didn’t start with fireworks. Or candlelight. Or anything remotely poetic.

It started with a crash.

Not the earthquake kind, not this time. Just you—exhausted, makeup smudged, hair in a bun that had declared war hours ago—falling asleep on his couch after a late-night takeout run and a shared bottle of whiskey neither of you meant to finish.

You woke up tangled in his arms. The next morning, you told yourself it was a one-time thing.

It wasn’t.

Somehow, in between shifts and field assignments, takeout orders and inside jokes, it became a routine. Your body in his bed. His scent on your clothes. His lips on your skin, hot and heavy in the silence after dark. And, weirdly, you slept better at his place. He did too, not that he ever said it out loud.

You weren’t dating.

You weren’t not dating, either.

Tim called it “convenient.” You called it “friends with benefits.” Lucy called it “a catastrophe waiting to happen,” though she didn’t know the half of it.

Because somewhere between him calling you a menace and you calling him a fossil—somewhere between him brushing your hair off your face and you learning how he liked his coffee—you started catching feelings.

Like a dumbass.

And the worst part? You didn’t even mean to. It just… happened. The way feelings do. Quiet at first, like a hairline crack. Then spreading, splitting, splitting, splitting.

Until something inside you started to break.

You told him once.

Sort of.

A few weeks ago, lying in his bed with your cheek pressed to his chest, you’d murmured something dumb and sleepy like, “I think you like me, Bradford.”

He hadn’t laughed. He hadn’t kissed you either.

He’d just gone still.

“Don’t make this complicated,” he’d said finally, voice low. “It’s already risky. You’re… you’re too young. This thing is just for fun. Let’s not pretend it’s more than it is.”

And like a fool, you nodded.

You told yourself you could deal with it.

But here you are, two months later, being reckless all over again.

Because now, thanks to a shiny new contract between LAPD and your father’s construction firm, you’re officially partnered with none other than Timothy “Emotionally Constipated” Bradford.

You might’ve pulled a few strings. Okay, a lot of strings. But in your defense, it was the perfect setup: a project pairing cops with civil engineers to evaluate post-quake building damage. Everyone wins. Especially you.

Except you forgot one detail.

You’re still in love with him.

And he still thinks you’re a goddamn risk.

You’re halfway through assessing a condemned strip mall in East Hollywood when it all goes to hell.

The street’s quiet, a little too quiet, the kind of quiet that prickles under your skin. Tim’s beside you, hand on his vest, eyes scanning every window and alley like he’s waiting for something to jump.

You’re marking a crumbling doorway with bright red chalk when it happens.

A pop.

Then another.

Gunfire.

You drop instantly, instincts kicking in, but not before Tim grabs your shoulder and yanks you behind the rusted frame of a dumpster. His body covers yours, warm and solid, one arm braced against the metal and the other curled around your waist.

“Stay down,” he growls, eyes blazing.

Your heart is beating in your ears, faster than it should. Too fast. His breath is hot on your cheek. His chest rises and falls against your back, firm and steady, while yours feels like it might explode.

And all you can think is: this isn’t casual. This isn’t just “fun.”

This is him shielding you like he’d die for you.

When it’s over—when backup arrives, when the scene clears, when the world rights itself again—you’re sitting on the tailgate of an LAPD shop with an ice pack pressed to your knee and a very pissed-off Tim looming over you.

“You okay?” he asks. The words are tight. Controlled. But his hand won’t stop gripping your thigh.

“I’m good,” you reply lightly. “But damn, Bradford. You almost made me think you caught feelings.”

His jaw ticks. “Don’t.”

“What? Can’t a girl joke around with her—what are we again? Bed buddies?”

He doesn’t answer. Just steps back like your words physically burned him.

You wait for him to say something—anything. But all you get is silence. His walls are up again. Brick by goddamn brick.

You nod, lips tightening.

“Got it.”

You stop texting him after that.

No goodnight emojis. No sarcastic memes. No more midnight rides to each other’s places. You pull out. Clean cut. No drama.

You tell yourself it’s the right thing. The smart thing.

You also start sleeping like crap again.

You expect him to call.

He doesn’t.

You expect him to knock on your door like he always does when things go sideways. Show up with a six-pack and that dumb grumpy look he pretends isn’t fond.

He doesn’t.

Instead, silence.

You last three days before deleting his name from your favorites. Five days before you fold the hoodie he left behind and tuck it in a drawer. Nine before you hear through one of the engineers that he requested a reassignment. A new partner.

The hurt isn’t new.

You just didn’t expect it to land like this. Like a slow tear in your chest every time you turn a corner expecting to see him, but don’t.

Tim is worse.

He doesn’t talk about it. Not to Lucy. Not to Thorsen. Not to Lopez. He just… broods.

He snaps faster. His fuse is shorter. He works more shifts, runs more drills, volunteers for the worst hours.

Lucy notices.

Of course she notices.

“You’ve been insufferable lately,” she says one day while they’re stuck in the locker room post-shift, both drenched in sweat and sun. “Worse than usual.”

Tim grunts, slamming his locker shut harder than necessary. “Just tired.”

“Bullshit.”

He shoots her a look, but she doesn’t back off.

“Is this about her?” Lucy asks casually. Too casually.

Tim stiffens. “What?”

“The blonde. Barbie. Earthquake Barbie. Whatever nickname you gave her in your grumpy little brain.”

Tim says nothing. Just pulls his shirt over his head like the conversation’s over.

It isn’t.

Lucy leans against the row of lockers, arms crossed. “Look, I didn’t want to get involved, but you’re spiraling. And when Tim Bradford spirals, people start punching walls and doing push-ups until their triceps cry for help.”

Tim’s voice is low. “She’s fine.”

“She’s not talking to you.”

“She doesn’t have to.”

Lucy raises an eyebrow. “So you were hooking up.”

He doesn’t deny it. Doesn’t even flinch.

Lucy whistles. “Damn. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Tim exhales slowly, resting his forehead against the cool metal. “It wasn’t supposed to be anything.”

“But?”

He hesitates.

Lucy watches him carefully. “But?”

“I don’t know,” he says finally. “She got under my skin.”

Lucy nods. “Yeah. That tends to happen when you’re in love.”

Tim turns to her, eyes flinty. “It wasn’t love.”

“Sure.”

“She’s almost twenty years younger than me.”

“And?”

“She’s reckless. She pulled strings to partner with me.”

“She also stood her ground during a live gunfire incident and patched your hand when you busted your knuckles punching a brick wall.”

Tim doesn’t respond.

Lucy softens. “Look. I don’t know what happened between you two. But I’ve known you long enough to know when someone’s got you twisted in knots. Go to her. Fix it.”

It takes him until midnight.

You’re not surprised when he knocks.

You hear the heavy sound of his boots on the hallway first—then the pause, then the knock. He doesn’t knock like a neighbor. He knocks like someone who built you into his routine and doesn’t know how to function without it.

But you don’t answer.

You sit cross-legged on the couch, hoodie pulled over your knees, and sip from a lukewarm mug of tea you don’t even like.

You hear the second knock. Then his sigh. Then silence.

“I know you’re there,” he says through the door, voice low and rough. “You’re loud in heels. But I swear—you’re louder barefoot.”

Your heart stutters.

You stay quiet.

He exhales, palm pressing to the door.

“I didn’t mean to push you away.”

You roll your eyes. “You didn’t push me away, Bradford. You made it very clear where I stand. Or don’t stand.”

He laughs, but it’s bitter. “Yeah. I’m a dumbass.”

You don’t deny it.

Tim leans closer. “I just… I didn’t want to ruin what we had. And I thought keeping it casual would keep it safe.”

You raise an eyebrow even though he can’t see it. “Casual? You kissed my shoulder when you thought I was asleep. You stocked your fridge with my favorite iced coffee.”

Silence.

“Casual my ass,” you mutter.

You still don’t open the door. You hear his exhale through the wood.

“I didn’t mean that,” he says, quieter this time. “You know I didn’t.”

You hate that his voice still does that to you. That low rumble laced with something vulnerable. Something only you ever get from him—when no one’s watching. Not Lucy. Not his team. Not his goddamn conscience.

“You said I wasn’t worth the risk,” you remind him, because he needs to hear it. Needs to sit with the way it burned through you like acid.

A pause.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then how did you mean it?”

Silence.

You wait. The kind of silence where seconds stretch until they feel like bruises. He doesn’t answer, and that tells you enough.

You move to the door, pressing your back against it, still not ready to open it. “Go home, Tim.”

“I am home,” he says softly, and fuck. Fuck him for saying that.

The ache spreads. It’s not even anger anymore. It’s that thing you hate admitting even to yourself. Longing.

You press your palms to your eyes. “You don’t get to say that.”

Another pause.

“Okay. Fine. You won’t talk to me?”

You don’t answer. You don’t have to.

He must hear the way your breath hitches through the door, because his next words come sharp.

“Then I’ll make you talk.”

The knock stops. The silence twists.

Then the click of the door handle turning, slow—because you forgot to lock it. You never lock it when you expect him.

The door opens, and there he is.

Post-shift, tired eyes, hand still on the doorknob like he’s giving you one last second to throw him out.

You don’t.

He steps in and shuts the door behind him.

You’re still in your hoodie, hair up in that messy knot he always said made you look like you “tried not to look hot,” and failed.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. Just drinks you in. Quiet, serious, unreadable. Then, in three strides, he’s in front of you, his hand tilting your chin up.

“I fucked up.”

You blink. “You think?”

He doesn’t smile. He just leans in—closer than he’s let himself in weeks.

“Say something.”

You don’t. You won’t.

So he does what Tim Bradford always does when he’s cornered by emotion—

He acts.

His lips crash into yours before you can say another word. It’s not soft. It’s not gentle. It’s desperate. Like he’s trying to apologize with every breath he pulls from you.

Your hands fist in his shirt before your brain catches up. Before your heart can argue. Because you’ve missed this. Him. The heat. The feel of his body like a shield and a furnace all at once.

He pulls back just far enough to murmur, “You’re mine.”

You open your mouth—maybe to argue, maybe to fall apart—but he kisses you again before the words come.

“Say it,” he breathes against your skin, kissing down your jaw. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you whisper, dazed, breathless, undone. “And you’re mine as well.”

His hands tighten around your waist, like he’s trying to ground himself to the words. Like you’ve said something dangerous, holy.

“I’ve been yours,” he says hoarsely, “since the moment I met you, Barbie doll.”

Your knees nearly give out.

He lifts you—effortlessly—and carries you to the couch, laying you down like you’re something fragile and irreplaceable.

This isn’t just sex anymore.

This is everything that’s been building. All the friction, the denial, the tension that snapped the moment he let himself feel.

The hoodie is the first thing to go. His hands slow, reverent. Like he’s memorizing the shape of you.

He kisses your chest, your neck, your mouth again. “I don’t care about the age gap,” he murmurs. “Or the job. Or the risk. I care about you.”

You close your eyes and arch into him. He’s not just making love to you. He’s choosing you. Out loud. Without hesitation.

And the best part is—you’re finally choosing him back.

The next morning, sunlight filters through the blinds, casting a warm glow over the room. You stir, feeling the steady rhythm of Tim’s heartbeat beneath your cheek.

“Morning,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep.

You look up at him, a smile tugging at your lips. “Morning.”

He brushes a strand of hair from your face. “So, does this mean we’re official or something?”

You chuckle. “I think last night made that pretty clear.”

He grins, pulling you closer. “Good. Because I don’t plan on letting you go.”

You nestle into his embrace, feeling a sense of contentment you hadn’t known you were missing.

And in that moment, everything feels right.

[juniorsailmakermattcruse]

I think the phineas and ferb normie fan opinion that I hate the most is when people say “omg I didn’t realize jeremy liked candace too I thought it was just a one-sided crush.” like what are you even talking about?? their relationship has been totally reciprocal since the beginning. they’re literally dating for over half of the show and they never have any moments where they almost break up or anything, they’re a solid couple.

and I can’t even chalk it up to people only ever seeing the first season because jeremy is shown to be down bad for candace in like every episode. in her birthday episode (which is so early on in the show it’s normally paired with the pilot) he gives her a gift when she barely mentions it’s her birthday. or what about that time when he said his favorite fossil in the natural history museum is the heart that says “C + J” ? or the time when candace is “sneakily” taking pictures of him and he poses crazily for her? or the time when candace asks him to go to a dance with her and he says “I’ve been waiting for you to ask me” ? those are all from season 1 before they even start dating. and they only get more and more canon from there on. it’s so ridiculous to think they don’t love each other equally

[inky-duchess]

World-Building Guide to Deserts

A desert is a vast biome that is known for its extreme temperature. Deserts can either run hot or cold and are usually difficult to inhabit. But deserts are harsh places but they are visually stunning and make for an impressive backdrop to any story.

What is it like in the Desert?

Like I said, deserts are hot or cold. The temperatures are extreme which limits the amount of vegetation which in turn limits the coverage one can get in a desert, leaving the area very exposed to the elements. Rainfall is limited, well below average which means only very durable vegetation and wildlife can survive. It is a harsh landscape but it has its own beauty. The desert can often be very quiet with the limited wildlife and people around.

Hot Deserts

Features of Hot Deserts

Sand Dunes: These are hills made of sand, shaped by the extreme winds.

Plateaus: These are flat areas, usually of rock that have very little vegetation or cover.

Salt Flats: Large areas of salt deposits

Playa Lakes: Temporary lakes that appear during heavy rainfall

Oases: Small areas within the desert that have fertile soil and flourish with vegetation due to a water source.

Canyons: Are deep valleys of rock formed from rivers long dried up or greatly reduced.

Sedimentary Layering: Striped rock that shows off the different layers of rock giving the desert a striped appearance.

Mesas: A mesa is flat elevation of steep sides.

Inselbergs: Isolated rock formations that jut up from the desert floor, formed out of soft rock.

Yardangs: Ridges of rock formed by wind erosion

Mushroom Rocks: Pillars of rock formed over time with bigger heads than their bases

Rocks Commonly Found in Hot Deserts

Quartz: Clear/white/pink and usually smoky or clouded. Quartz feels very smooth like glass and may look like crystal.

Sandstone: Tan/red/yellow/brown-ish in colour. Made of compacted sand, it feels very coarse.

Limestone: Grey/white. Rough to touch and often featuring fossils.

Gypsum: White/Clear/Pink/Grey. Soft with chalk-like texture.

Salt Crystals: White/Clear. Crystal-like.

Meteorites: Often found in deserts. Usually black/grey. Can be both rough or smooth to touch.

Common Plants in Deserts

Prickly Pear Cactus: Greed, waxy pad-like cacti with spins. They grow red/yellow fruit that are edible.

Mesquite Trees: Small twisting trees. The pods are edible.

Agave: A thick-leafed succulent, shaped like a rose full of nectar and water.

Oleander: A shrub with pink or white flowers. Not edible, poisonous.

Chia Seeds: Tiny seeds that are edible.

Date Palms: Tall with long sweeping fronds. The dates are edible.

Jojoba: A shrub that's seeds are edible.

Desert Mallow: Flowering plant of pink blossoms. The leaves and flowers are edible.

Peyote: Small round cactus. Do not eat.

Creosote Bush: A shrub with waxy leaves that can be eaten.

Common Wildlife in a Hot Desert

Snakes

Small rodents

Foxes

Raptors (the birds of prey not the fun kind)

Beetles

Scorpions

Locusts

Coyotes

Camels

Lizards

Tortoises

Surviving a Hot Desert

Shelter: It is imperative to stay out of the direct sun if possible to conserve energy.

Keep an eye out: In the shade, there are other creatures who want to get out of the sun. Venomous snakes, scorpions and other critters could be lying in wait so it is best to make sure your shelter isn't already occupied.

Travel: Moving when it is sunrise or sunset or night is best as it isn't as hot and you waste less energy.

Water: Limit water intake in case your character doesn't reach a water source soon. If there are cactus around, your character may find water within it.

Know your plants: Your character might feel the urge to eat any vegetation they come across if they are hungry and weary. There are edible plants in the desert but there are also poison ones. Your character shouldn't eat any strange plant without knowing what it is.

Getting help: Signalling using something reflective or creating a large symbol might signal for help from above.

Clothes: A character should remember that the desert is hot and dress accordingly. Light, loose clothing is best but the nights in a desert are extremely cold. If your character is modifying their clothes, make sure they remember this.

Cold Deserts

Features of Cold Deserts

Ice Sheets: Unbroken sheets of permanent ice.

Glaciers: Immense sheets of moving ice.

Permafrost: The ground that remains frozen all year round. It is barren and nothing can grow here.

Icebergs: Vast lumps of ice that break off from larger sheets of ice to float in the ocean (and kill Leonardo DiCaprio)

Rocky Outcrops: Exposed rock formations.

Crevasses: Deep cracks in ice sheets and glaciers, very dangerous.

Seracs: Ice formations created where multiple crevasses meet.

Erratics: Large rocks deposited by glaciers seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

Rocks Commonly found in Ice Deserts

Basalt: Grey/Black. Smooth.

Granite: Grey/Pink/White. Coarse to the touch.

Shale: Grey/Black. Smooth and brittle.

Gneiss: Striped with greys/pinks/white. Rough texture.

Schist: Silvery-green. Flaky and layered.

Till: Of many colours. Rough.

Common Vegetation found in Ice Deserts

Lichens: Crusty spots that grow on ice and rocks. Can be edible.

Mosses: Soft green plants that grow in the damp. Some kinds are ok to eat.

Arctic Willow: A shrub. Edible.

Saxifrages: Flowering plants growing in rocky areas. Some are edible.

Bearberry: A shrub. The berries are edible.

Grasses: Grow in tundra areas. Edible.

Wildlife Commonly Found in the Ice Desert

Bears

Foxes

Wolves

Deer

Elk

Walrus

Moose

Reindeer

Seals

Whales

Ice worms (the spice must flow....)

Rodents

Surviving in an Ice Desert

Clothing: Wearing layers is crucial. Base layer, insulation and a waterproof layer. Boots and gloves are a must. But you should dress to be sweating, it is a waste of energy. Stay dry always.

Shelter: You can find or build shelter, especially if the winds are high. If sleeping on the ground, use insulation.

Food/Water: Melting snow and ice is fine, eating snow is bad because it will lower your core temp. The best food to eat in this weather is high in fat to keep your body working to keep warm.

Keeping an eye out: Ice fields can break apart easily, crevasses are lethal.

Flag for help if lost: Flares or fires can attract help so always carry something to spark up a flame or two.

[novvabee]

Just imagine poly!marauders x reader who decides to go on a holiday trip together but when they arrive there is the classic one-bed-trope (or maybe two and they argue on who gets to share the bed with reader) and she’s all shy bc even though they live together she never spent a night with them in the same room, specially on the same bed!

(Btw, are you planning on getting them together?)

hehehe soooo... I am planning on it, but for right now I live for the pining and the wholesome moments without them being together. anyways here is part 9.

And They Were Roommates pt.9

Summary:reader and the boys go on a trip, one bed trope, it's cute

word count: 1.9k

You and the boys decided to go on a little weekend getaway. You all decided to go to some classic touristy spots like the zoo and aquarium, which the boys definitely loved, and a history museum, which for some reason really fascinated James and Sirius, they stopped at nearly every attraction and stared in awe, especially when it came to the dinosaur fossils. 

You chalked it up to them being typical boys and found it almost comical, they acted like they had never seen some of the stuff.

After a long day filled with fun, you were in need of a rest. Luckily, you and the boys had rented rooms at a hotel nearby, knowing that it would be too far a journey to go back home at the end of the day.

After a quick bite to eat at a cute little cafe, you and the boys made your way to the hotel. It was a short journey, just up the road from where you had been spending the whole day.

“I just don’t understand,” Sirius said while walking to the hotel, “Those paintings, they were pretty, but why were they in a museum? They didn’t even move.” 

You laughed and continued walking. “Of course they don’t move Siri, they’re paintings.” you replied. 

Sirius opened his mouth, looking like he was going to question you, but Remus nudged him and shook his head at Sirius, halting him from asking any more silly questions. 

You reached the lobby of the regal hotel you were to stay at. Remus told the three of you to wait, that he would check in and grab the keys. You hung back with Sirius and James and talked about all the fun animals you saw. James was recalling a particular shark that he liked when Remus returned to the group.

“Uh, small problem,” He started, making the three of you turn your attention to him, “There's been a mix up with the rooms.”

You furrowed your brows, what kind of mix up could there possibly be? You thought you booked everything correctly. “What do you mean ‘mix up’?” you asked.

Remus sighed. “Well uh, instead of two rooms with two beds each, there’s two rooms with one bed.”

“Oh,” you said. “That’s not a problem, we can share, right?” you looked at the other boys. They nodded in agreement.

“Ok, how do we want to split the rooms then?” Remus asked.

“I’ll go with Y/N.” James said in a rush.

Sirius looked at him and scoffed. “That is like calling dibs on someone, you can't-”

“I didn't call dibs on her, I just said-”James interrupted. They began talking over each other.

“-Look, personally, I think it’s just unfair if-”

“-shut up Sirius”

“James kicks in his sleep.” Sirius turned to comment to you.

“Do not!” James defended himself

“Yes you do! Tell that to all the bruises I have acquired over the years!” Sirius shot back at him.

“Maybe I kick because you toss and turn constantly-” James was interrupted again, this time by Remus.

“Boys,” he said calmly, having had to break up these types of arguments many times, “How about we let Y/N decide who she wants to room with, yeah?”

With that, all the attention was now directed at you. “Oh. I don’t mind, I can share with whoever,” you said, not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings by picking one person over the other two. 

Remus sighed and turned to the other two boys. He muttered something to them and they all agreed by nodding, then broke into a game of stick and stones. This made you giggle, so incredibly childish of them, but so incredibly amusing to you. You thought for a moment that maybe they were playing to see who would be stuck with you, that maybe none of them actually wanted to share a bed with you. But this theory of yours was proven wrong when Remus was eliminated and swore at the other two. You giggled again.

James and Sirius continued until Sirius groaned and threw his head back, James laughing in victory. He swung an arm around you and said, “Looks like you’re stuck with me tonight, love.” James grabbed one room key from Remus, and started to lead you two to your room. 

Before you made it very far, Sirius whispered to you “I’m not joking he kicks.”

You smiled and bid Remus and Sirius goodnight before making your way to your room.

James, always the gentleman, carried your bag for you and opened the door for you when you reached the correct room. You shuffled in and took a look around. The room was quite big and luxurious. 

The bed was king sized, so you were a little more relieved. You walked in and plopped yourself right in the middle of it. James set your bag down and looked around the room as well. 

“Oh uh, I can sleep on the floor or something by the way. I’m sure there’s extra pillows and blankets in the closet.” He said.

You sat up and looked at him. “No! Don’t be ridiculous James, I’m not making you sleep on the floor.” you laughed. “Besides, there’s plenty of room for both of us in this bed.” you pat the spot next to you.

James was blushing but trying to play it cool. “Ok, as long as you’re ok…”

You rolled your eyes at him but smiled. He sat on the bed next to you.

“So is it true?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Is what true?” he asked back.

You laughed and replied “That you kick.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No… I mean maybe. How should I know I’m asleep.” he laughed.

“Have you and Sirius shared a bed a lot? I mean… for him to bring it up…” you said, trying to not make it seem like you were asking something too personal. You have seen them laying together often on the couch… you knew they were close and often brushed it off as something they did as friends, that they were just cuddling and affectionate. But know… know you weren’t too sure, with Sirius’s comment and all. Maybe they were more than friends…

James chuckled again and thought for a moment. Then he replied, “Yeah we have… when we were younger, in school, he would climb into my bed a lot when… well, Sirius doesn’t have a particularly great family. So when he would get sad or stressed or… I don’t know… if he’d have any feelings relating to it, he’d often climb in my bed. We’d talk about it, or sometimes just lay there, then eventually we would fall asleep.” he turned to you to continue. “Then when he was about 16, he ran away from home and came to live with me. For a while we only had one bed,” he laughed, “but we didn’t really mind. It wasn’t until Remus came to live with us that we all got our separate rooms.”

“Wait,” you said a bit confused, “Remus came to live with you too?”

James nodded. “Yeah, a little while after Sirius did. Remus also has… a complicated family history. So yeah… we’ve all shared beds but… I guess we just like to be close to each other.”

You felt so bad, so guilty for bringing it up. You thought that maybe… but it was actually much worse, sadder. “Oh…” you said, because that was really the only thing you could say. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bring-”

“Oh no! It’s fine.” James stopped you. “We're all the better for it.” He smiled.

You nodded but still felt a little bad. You hopped up and told him you were going to shower quickly. He said alright and that he would find something to watch for the two of you. Showereng, you still felt awful for assuming that maybe they had slept together, when in reality, they were just boys who were affectionate, and… ugh.

You dried off and changed into some comfy clothes, stepping out into the cold bedroom.

James was already in some sleeping pants and a hoodie, leaning back on the headboard, staring at the tv screen. “I found two movies we could watch either Jurassic World or Mulan, but if I had to pick… I’d wanna watch Jurassic World.” he said, looking at you with pleading eyes.

“You really liked the dinosaur exhibit today didn’t you?” you laughed.

“I really liked the dinosaur exhibit.” he echoed and smiled at you, turning the movie on.

You climbed into bed right alongside him, also leaning against the headboard. You two watched the movie and talked for a while longer before either of you got tired. It was midnight when both of you decided to sleep, knowing that it would be an early morning.

“Y/N?” James’s voice sounded from beside you.

“Hmm” you answered, trying to get comfortable.

“Is it ok if I take my shirt off?” he asked.

You froze completely. James was incredibly fit and you would be lying if you said you didn’t love the thought of sleeping next to him shirtless. But it was just like him to ask before doing it, to make sure he wasn’t making you uncomfortable at all.

“U-uh yeah go for it.” you stammered. Thank god he had already turned off the lights or else he would see the red hue staining your face. 

He pulled off his hoodie and threw it across the room. You turned onto your side, away from him as you heard him say “Goodnight Y/N”.

“Goodnight,” you replied.

You couldn’t sleep immediately, the one reason being that you were under the AC, which, after being in the shower, made you so much colder. You tried to pull the comforter up more, but James turned to you.

“You alright, love?” he asked.

“Yeah, just cold.” you said, trying to keep your teeth from chattering. James got up and found his hoodie from where he threw it and handed it to you.

“Oh no,” you began to protest, but it was no use, he was already bunching it up over your head. You gave in and let him slip the warm fabric over your body.

“Better?” he asked.

“A little,” you said as he climbed back into bed, truthfully, it did help, but you were still slightly cold.

You felt the bed shift, then felt his arms around you. If you weren't blushing before, you definitely were now. You made to protest, to say that it was ok and that he didn’t have to but before you could get a word out James shushed you.

“Shh, I run very warm.” he said sleepily, and it was true. He was like a human furnace, like a heated blanket wrapped around you.

You smiled and curled up to get more comfortable. You must have accidentally brushed James’s leg while doing so because he let out a yelp then a laugh.

“Why are your feet so cold!” he whisper shouted, making you giggle and apologize.

“I run very cold.” you joked. 

You both layed there, getting warm and dozing off. You wished you could feel it every night, it was like the sun was shining perfectly on you, you could get used to this. But he was your roommate and you didn’t want to make anything weird between you all, even if that meant never feeling warm enough in bed again.

i hope this is good... idk. also james got what he wanted from last part lmao

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[uk-fossils]

Rare Fossil Sponge Porosphaera globularis – Upper Chalk Cretaceous, Kent UK – Genuine with COA

Discover a rare and fascinating piece of Earth’s ancient marine history with this authentic fossil sponge – Porosphaera globularis, dating from the Upper Chalk of the Late Cretaceous period. This unique specimen was sourced from Kent, UK, a region renowned for its rich fossil-bearing chalk formations.

Porosphaera globularis is a globular-shaped sponge species commonly found in chalk deposits and known for its distinctive porous structure. These sponges lived approximately 70–90 million years ago when much of Europe was submerged under a warm, shallow sea. Their preservation in chalk provides an incredible window into ancient marine ecosystems.

Item Details:

Species: Porosphaera globularis

Age: Upper Chalk, Late Cretaceous (~70–90 million years old)

Location Found: Kent, United Kingdom

Condition: 100% genuine fossil specimen with clear structural features

Scale: Scale cube in photo is 1cm – please refer to images for full sizing details

Photography: The specimen shown is the exact item you will receive

Packaging: Securely packaged to ensure safe delivery

This fossil is ideal for collectors, educators, or anyone with a passion for natural history. It comes with a Certificate of Authenticity, affirming its genuine origin and geological significance.

All of our fossils are carefully selected for quality and scientific interest. Don’t miss the opportunity to own a real piece of prehistoric life!

[soldier-in-winter]

OPEN RP. TW for drugs

Bucky’s been doing his best to adjust to civilian life in the future. He’s spent most of his last few years in and out of cryo-freeze, either for HYDRA or his short stint in Wakanda. Now he’s on his own and is trying to come up with a daily routine.

So far he starts with a run at 6am, then comes back at 8am and makes breakfast. He checks his phone at 8:30 and then cleans up the kitchen. Finally at 9 he watches the news trying to catch up on current events.

“This just in…” Bucky hears as he tunes into Fox News. “3 more teenagers found dead due to overdose. That makes 15 over the last few days. More on this developing story at 10”

The glass in Bucky’s hand shatters from his grip on it. He looks down and sighs. He grabs a broom and starts sweeping it up.

15 kids dead in Brooklyn. In his city. He’s no hero but he has to find a way to stop this. He can’t let someone tear apart the one place he still considers home, no matter how much it’s changed over the years.

Bucky finishes cleaning the glass from the floor and grabs the keys to his motorcycle. He puts on his jacket and drives to the site of the latest overdose. Bucky sneaks past the police guarding the scene, ducking under the yellow tape. He enters the warehouse and sees the chalk outlines of the bodies. He looks around more and finds fresh bullet holes and bullet casings all around the warehouse. “Someone wasn’t happy” he mumbles.

Bucky turns the corner and stops, seeing someone in front of him. “Who the hell are you?” He asks the silhouette in front of him.

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[amnhnyc]

It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s… a dinosaur? Nope to all of the above. This Fossil Friday, let’s talk about pterosaurs—the first animals with bones to evolve powered flight. Though they were related to dinosaurs, pterosaurs evolved on a separate branch of the reptile family tree. They ruled the skies for more than 150 million years, evolving into dozens of different species. Some were as small as a paper airplane while others, like Pteranodon pictured here in the Museum's Hall of Late Dinosaurs circa 1940-1960, had a wingspan of more than 20 ft (6 m).

Along with other large pterosaurs, Pteranodon longiceps was first discovered in western Kansas, near a chalk formation called Monument Rocks. Today the region is dry, but at the time this species lived, about 85 million years ago, central North America was covered by a seaway. This large pterosaur likely spent its days flying over the sea. Unlike early species of pterosaurs, Pteranodon and many other Cretaceous-era species didn’t have any teeth. In fact, its genus name means “winged and toothless,” while the second name, longiceps, means “long-headed.”

Today, you can find Pteranodon in the Hall of Vertebrate Origins. We're open daily from 10 am-5:30 pm! Plan your visit.

Photo: Image no. ptc-217 © AMNH Library

[dioslesbianwife]

HI ITS 🐠 ANON (again)!!

COULD I PLEASE GET YOSHIKAGE KIRA WITH HAND MODEL!READER AND DIEGO WITH PALEONTOLOGIST!READER PLEASE AND THANKYOU (theyre my favs and im starved...)

(^‿^✿)

hiii 🐠, sorry for taking a while on this but here u go, thank u for requesting and i hope u enjoy <33

Yoshikage Kira x Hand Model!Reader

The first time he saw your photo in an ad, he paused mid-walk, transfixed. It wasn’t even your face- it was your hands. Smooth, elegant fingers wrapped around a perfume bottle. He memorized every curve.

You met during a small Morioh modeling gig. When you shook his hand, he felt your fingers wrap around his, and for the first time in years, he almost forgot about the severed hands at home.

Your hands were warm. Alive. Not cold and limp. He thought he’d be repulsed by the real thing… but instead, he found himself obsessed.

You always caught him watching your hands when you fidgeted. Sometimes you’d rest one on his chest while talking and he’d quietly touch your knuckles with reverence.

You chalked it up to affection. He didn’t correct you.

One day, you cut your finger during cooking, and Kira looked terrified. Not of the blood- but of the idea that your hand might be scarred. He was more distressed than you.

He started moisturizing your hands for you. Slathering lotion on slowly, tracing your veins, whispering things like “Perfection like this should be preserved forever.”

He secretly took photos of your hands when you were asleep. Not in a creepy way (he’d argue), but in a devotional, worshipful way.

If someone else ever commented on your hands- especially flirtatiously- he'd stare them down until they left. You thought he was just protective. He was silently planning their disappearance.

His obsession rides the line between romantic and terrifying. But your presence calms him more than anything else in his life.

Diego Brando x Paleontologist!Reader

You met in the field. You were dusty, sunburned, bent over a dig site- brushing at fossilized ribs like it was an art. Diego swore the dirt sparkled around you.

“You’re doing it wrong,” he said the first time. “You’re scratching too deep.” You didn’t even look up. “And you’re standing on a partial femur, jackass.”

That was the moment he knew he was in trouble.

Your knowledge amazed him. You quoted ages, formations, skeletal structures without blinking. He found himself wanting to listen when you talked.

You once corrected him during a public panel and he nearly snapped- until you leaned in afterward and said, “Sorry, couldn’t let a future dinosaur expert be wrong in front of sponsors.”

He started showing off for you during his races. Flipping his hair, wiping sweat from his brow dramatically, being a smug bastard when he saw you staring.

But you caught him babying Silver Bullet once, cradling its hoof after a race. He flushed hard and denied it, but you smiled. You understood.

Sometimes you’ll be organizing fossils late at night and he’ll show up, silent, and gently rest his chin on your shoulder. “Tell me again what era this one’s from.”

You compare him to raptors all the time. “Small, vicious, secretly loyal.” He always snarls- but he never disagrees.

Once, you carved your initials into a petrified tree branch you found together. He did the same, next to yours. Neither of you have ever mentioned it since- but you both know where it is.

[thrivingisthegoal]

Chalk drawings from the March Against Fossil Fuels, NYC, September 17, 2023

[dandysworldhcs]

Toons can eat non food stuff or stuff that isn't normally eaten by human,due to having extremely strong digestive systems,they have fav one too,they just doesn't allowed to eat those due to it could make children to learn and eat forbidden stuff

Rodger drink ink and eat paper sometimes

Teagan eat teabags frequently(this one is quite edible, but I mean the whole teabag and not just the leaves in it)

Gigi eats any object if she wants,she isn't picky, although she likes to eat repeated item she collected and shiny objects sometimes

Looey eat balloons and confetti

Dandy eat any non poisonous plants and plant fertilizer(I remembered seeing Dandy eat dirt HC before,so it adds on lol)

Pebbles eat rocks and even fossil if it weren't because Shelly stop him from it

Shelly has same diet s Pebble,but restrain herself from eating fossil since she don't wanna destroy those precious fossil(she eat bone to cope with the urge)

Vee eat whatever electronic stuff

Tisha drink cleaning products and eat her own tissues a few times

Poppy drink and eat soap N shampoo,has eat soda can a few times before

Brightney eat papers, batteries,wires and have urge to eat books sometimes (bookworm taken too literally)

Glisten eat & drink makeup a few times before, tried eating ribbons too

Boxten eat gear and sometimes drink gear oil

Finn eat fish food frequently

Flutter eat flowers and sometimes paper

Toodles eat those pool ball cue chalk

Coal has same diet as Pebbles,likes to eat literal coal,snow,ice and gift wrapper

Bobette eat gift wrapper very frequently

Rudie eat grass and plants ofc,but also eat gift wrappers beofre

Sprout,Ginger and Cosmo ate tin foil a few times before,but prefer edible food more

Astro eat glitter a lot

Goob and Scraps both eat craft item like glue,color pencil, paint and etc. Scraps eat paper more while Goob eat cotton more

Shrimpo is the only one who didn't eat object stuff,he is too angry to try anything else

(this is basically extension on Goob and Scrap eat object HC lol)

im just like rodger fr ( ate paper a few times, its not that bad.)