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rabbitcruiser · 1 year

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Hwy 128 Colorado River Scenic Byway, UT (No. 12)

Traveling 34 miles (55 km) west of Dinosaur, Colorado, the Dinosaur Diamond encounters the small city of Vernal, Utah. Vernal borders the western end of the Dinosaur National Monument; other notable attractions nearby include Steinaker State Park, Red Fleet State Park, Flaming Gorge National Recreation Area, and the Ashley National Forest.

Continuing along the Dinosaur Diamond, US 40 and US 191 converge within Vernal, heading west for 30 miles (48 km) to the city of Roosevelt. Roosevelt is located on the edge of the Uintah and Ouray Indian Reservation. Heading 29 miles (47 km) to the west is the county seat of Duchesne, located within the reservation. Nearby Duchesne are Starvation State Park and Kings Peak (the highest point in Utah), which is part of the Uinta Mountain range. The Uinta Mountains are one of the few mountain ranges in the contiguous United States which run east–west, and are the highest range to do so.

Within Duchesne, US 40 and US 191 diverge, and the DD continues 55 miles (89 km) south along US 191 over an unnamed mountain pass, through the small town of Helper, and into the larger city of Price. The numerous attractions surrounding Price include College of Eastern Utah Prehistoric Museum, Manti-La Sal National Forest, Huntington Lake State Park, Scofield State Park, and Ninemile Canyon which features numerous petroglyphs. Also nearby is the Cleveland-Lloyd Dinosaur Quarry, a prehistoric mud trap which claims to be the densest concentration of Jurassic dinosaur fossils in the world.

Traveling 63 miles (101 km) southeast along US 191, the DD encounters the city of Green River. Notable features surrounding Green River include the San Rafael Swell, Green River State Park, and Goblin Valley State Park. Also nearby is Crystal Geyser, a rare (but man-made) cold water geyser caused by the expansion of carbonized "soda pop" water within. Within Green River, US 191 converges with I-70 for a short while and diverges again, south towards the city of Moab, 55 miles (89 km) from Green River.

Just south of the junction of US 191 and SR-128, the city of Moab features a number of nearby attractions. Arches National Park, Canyonlands National Park, Dead Horse Point State Park, and the Newspaper Rock and Potash Road petroglyphs.

Leaving Moab, the DD continues north along SR-128 to its terminus with I-70 in Cisco. Traveling east along I-70, before completing the "diamond" back in Grand Junction, Colorado.

Source: Wikipedia

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transwolvie · 1 year

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not the proper theorized appearance of dunkleosteus but I think those are probably still a bit recent so I can't expect everyone to use them I GUESS

#tomi talks #me and my weird fixation on certain prehistoric creatures you ask?#that's easy. i used to ask to go to the American Natural History Museum every time we went to NYC when i was younger #the dunkleosteus skull is obviously a very big and prominent display piece and it's also so cool i feel like you could never forget it #and i haven't. which is why i still follow a bunch of paleontology stuff lmaooooo #REMEMBERS THAT I LITERALLT ROAD TRIPPED WITH MY MOM TO THE LA BREA TAR PITS IN SEPTEMBER. OUGH #i saw smth abt being obsessed with dragons as a kid and dragonology giving false hope but like.#i was a dinosaur kid. hard-core. so i already had unlocked the irl dragons... so.

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little-archen-blog · 2 years

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Went to a museum!!! Dinosaurs make me little!!

I vas soo little!!! Vent vith my little brother and ve vere both happy!! /gen /pos

(I was soo little!!! Went with my little brother and we were both happy!!)

#typing quirk #little talk #museum #prehistoric era #road trip #I went somewhere while little #sfw agere #sfw age regression

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ozzgin · 5 months

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Prehistoric reader having strong maternal instincts and is so sweet towards kids, that whenever she goes out and sees little kids and babies she purrs and coos at them.

Then sees a young child runout onto the street as a truck is approaching and just DEMOLISHES the truck

I’m now wondering, assuming Prehistoric Reader has her kid(s) in modern times, and they go to kindergarten, school, you name it… I feel like it could be its own slapstick comedy spinoff. Would Reader be involved in the whole ordeal?

Example: The teachers need a parent to accompany them on a class trip and well, she’s not really working and has no other responsibilities. Next cutscene is the teachers sipping on their coffee and enjoying their holiday because as it turns out, one giant buff woman is enough to keep the children under control. Every now and then people will shyly snap a photo thinking she’s part of the museum exhibits, quietly standing there with her arms crossed and flexed threateningly.

They have to cross the street and one of the kids is left behind as the light turns red. Prehistoric mom spares no second and casually plants herself before the incoming truck, and the massive vehicle creaks and folds under her brute force. Everyone is baffled and the teachers can only stare in shock. (Save for the one who vouched for Reader as the guardian, now smugly glancing at them with a look of ‘told you it’d be a good idea’)

Only downside is now her own children want to take on the bizarre creature on wheels, so mom has to frequently pick them up from the road as they prepare their stance, ready to pounce at some poor, wildly confused driver.

#baki #baki headcanons #prehistoric reader

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atopvisenyashill · 2 months

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What if asoiaf characters ended up in the world of Narnia? How would they react to the world, Aslan and Jadis?

Okay caveat i haven’t read narnia in a long time BUT all the magical characters are probably in their ELEMENT here I mean

Arya and Lucy would be besties anyway, so you know Arya is having the time of her life

Narnia is a place filled with magic and romanticism and happy endings (if sometimes with a bit of bitter laced with sweet, as the jump from childhood to adulthood always is) and I think all of that would appeal to Sansa on such a deep, fundamental level. When I tell you Sansa and Arya would have a blast!!!

Jon Snow magical girl who puts his entire arm into his prehistoric dinosaur wolf bestie's mouth for funsies would be hella excited about all the talking animals

BRAN STARK. PLS. NEED I SAY MORE HERE.

I think Robb would have a blast too and not just for magical animal reasons but him and Peter have that same "put upon eldest brother" vibe that I think Robb would thrive at being given the chance to really shine as a brother first and a king second

tbh i think the amount of prophecies might freak Dany and Theon out a bit actually - look me in the eyes and tell me Theon would not be tempted by Jadis the way Edmund is, lmao - but I think under some circumstances they could bounce back and have fun exploring the magic that exists there

I know saying Melisandre would like it here is a wild choice but I think the more fairy tale, straightforward morality would appeal to her a lot. Whether she gets obsessive about the wrong kind of magic is um, a different convo. I did make myself sad thinking about poor little slave Melisandre praying to some sort of divine power to save her and Aslan being the one to answer however so that's fun

Kind of along the same lines, in that Narnia often appeals to children who feel lost due to extreme upheaval, I think Missandei would crawl right through the wardrobe, see the lamppost, and just fall in love with the world around her. She's so smart and inquisitive and brave, I just think she'd be delighted. I think if Missandei and Dany went through together, they'd be alright <3

Actually now that I think about it, if Theon went through with the Starklings, he'd end up okay in the end too.

Kind of obsessed with the idea of little Lannister siblings all crawling through at some point or another. Cersei being unable to access the wardrobe, chalking it all up to a dream after she marries and all her dreams turn to ash. Jaime being unable to cope with having adult memories in the body of a teenager. Tyrion (shout out Peter Dinklage, hah) finding a world where his intelligence and wit is respected and growing increasingly dejected with his real life. Wow I made myself sad now.

DUNK AND EGG IN NARNIA. Egg just crawling through one day and Dunk is like now where The Fuck did this kid go and has to crouch his tall ass through that fucking wardrobe after Egg, and Egg is already running into the woods and playing in the snow and Dunk is grumbling after him. DUNK AND EGG ON A ROAD TRIP IN NARNIA. DUNK MEETING A CENTAUR. EGG BEING DISRESPECTFUL TO THE BEAVERS.

Personally I think it would be really funny if Euron came through and Peter takes one look at him and is like "alright fine give Lucy a weapon" and they unleash her on that blue lipped freak. Lucy with a gun >>>>>> Euron and his godhood magic btw

Also Quent. Poor little frog prince would love Narnia. (also, being like Fantasy Spanish with Caspian is kind of funny imo) (I can't remember if Caspian's country are also Fantasy Spaniards in the books or they just made Ben Barnes do that accent for funsies).

#i'm sorry omg i have like 6 or 7 asks and they're all really good and interesting questions i want to put thought into #but i am DEAD TIRED today so even tough i'm at work in children's idk if i'm getting to them today #i want to give good answers for the good questions!!!#this one was just was fun tho and since i'm sitting in children's i thought it was on brand to think about narnia haha #asks #anons #i should listen to the narnia audiobooks i've never read those on tape #i think narnia is also like Thee only series where i read it as a kid and was satisfied with the ending #bless cs lewis for knowing how to end a fucking series i guess. even wiht the susan stuff. the last battle is a baller ass book.#[mwt and stravaganza do NOT interact i'm so fucking mad]

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likeadevils · 1 year

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how far back does imagining a little guy running next to your car on road-trips go. like were little victorian children in trains imagining them? medieval children in carriages? egyptian children in carts? prehistoric children on the steppes riding horses?

#txt*

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5ivebyfive · 1 year

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land of the lost brittana

[I wrote this for @jennamacaroni once upon a time for her bday when she requested Brittana and dinosaurs. It’s based off that old tv show Land of the Lost, and it’s crack-y. I forgot I even wrote it, but it was so much fun. Enjoy.]

(Rating: T)

This wasn’t what Santana had in mind when Brittany suggested they take a nice little road trip to a spa for their anniversary. She had envisioned a swanky hotel, massages, and lots of naked hot tub time with her girlfriend. Not some freaky, geeky, science-fiction show crap.

If she had been driving they would have avoided this entire situation.

Instead a freak storm hit, and they couldn’t see where they were going. The ground started to shake and rumble, and Santana was sure it was an earthquake. (She didn’t scream, and if anyone ever claims she did, she’ll deny it with every last breath.) Before Brittany could even pull over, the ground cracked before them, and it quickly began to split the earth apart. (Again, Santana did not scream.) Brittany had tried her best to steer out of it, but it was useless. Santana’s large SUV slid down through the gap in the road. Like a bad dream, or an equally bad science fiction tv show, they found themselves driving through some dark underground tunnel and emerging into another world.

A lost world.

A lost world of motherfucking dinosaurs.

Santana had been sure in that moment that she was dreaming and would wake up at any moment, but things only got worse. There wasn’t any civilization around them to speak of. Just lots of sand and sun, and it wasn’t the kind of sand and sun Santana actually liked. Everything was hot, dry, and just plain freaky. Loud birds screeched off in the distance. Once they stopped the car and climbed out of it they could hear other animals, and neither of them could really place what kind of animals they were hearing. Brittany seemed convinced they had somehow taken a wrong turn into the desert, but Santana reminded her that there was no desert in New York.

And that’s when they saw their first dinosaur.

Santana did scream that time. And who wouldn’t when faced with a giant prehistoric creature that wasn’t even supposed to exist anymore? She had scrambled back into the car, screaming at Brittany to follow, but Brittany only stood there staring. It took one loud cry from the…well, fuck it if Santana knows her dinosaurs. It was big and scary…and BIG. It took one screech to send Brittany flying into the car beside her. Brittany had hit the gas and spun the wheel, and she got them away from there as fast as she possibly could. For once Santana was grateful for Brittany’s penchant for speed.

It was a big chase like from a movie, and it was scary, and there was lots of screaming and yelling between the two women, but eventually they found a cave to drive into and hide in. Santana didn’t let them leave that cave until the next morning. She kept waiting to wake up, but it was all very real.

It had been a week since that day, and Santana was still waiting to wake up. She was tired, dirty, and grumpy. Brittany had taken action almost from day one. She started searching for better shelter, because for some reason hiding out in an SUV in a cave wasn’t good enough for her.

Santana found it perfectly safe. Well, at least as safe as two girls trapped in a strange land with dinosaurs could ask for. She knew they definitely weren’t in New York anymore. Not only had they landed in a desert, then had driven into a jungle. A legit jungle with vines and shit. Oh, and there were three moons. Santana didn’t know a whole lot about space – she tended to tune out when Brittany rambled too much – but she knew that planet Earth did not have three moons. The fact that Brittany couldn’t explain why they saw three moons did little to comfort her.

She knew she wasn’t being very helpful to Brittany, and sure she felt kinda bad, but she wasn’t done freaking out about their situation. She wanted to go home. She wanted to crawl into a big, comfy bed and sleep. She wanted a fucking McDonald’s Happy Meal. She wanted to be anywhere but where she was.

…even though Brittany did look pretty hot fixing a tree house in her bikini.

Yup, Brittany found a tree house. It was totally Swiss Family Robinson and shit. Santana had been stubbornly cooped up in the car when Brittany came running up all excited. Santana let her girlfriend drag her off through the jungle, and not too far from where they had settled was a big tree house high up in the trees. It was made of logs and vines, and it looked completely unsafe and dirty, but that didn’t stop Brittany from climbing up into it.

So Santana found herself sitting on the back of the open SUV, which Brittany had insisted they drive over to park beneath the tree house. And of course, because what kind of fucked up nightmare would it be otherwise, the car was low on gas. Santana gazed up at the tree house and watched while Brittany cleaned out the living space. She had found an old broom made from a tree branch and leaves and started sweeping. Dust, dirt, sticks and leaves fell from the tree house above, and Santana just sat there.

“Come on, Santana,” Brittany finally shouted down to her. She leaned against the not-so-secure looking railing of the tree house and sent her best pout down. “I know this stinks, but we have to make the best of it. And look!” She took a step back and held her hands out, palms up. “We found a house! How lucky is that?”

“Might be a trap,” Santana called up. “How do we know? We don’t know where we are! Or when we are!”

Brittany just sighed and went back to cleaning.

Okay, so yes, Santana felt super guilty, but she still didn’t want to accept the situation that they were in. She didn’t want to believe that it could be real. That there could be actual–

She let out her loudest shriek yet, and she had never moved so fast as she did to get up into that tree house. “Killer! Killer dinosaur! Britt-nyyyyyy!!” She got up the ladder and dove into the house part of the tree house. Brittany jumped and ran to the railing again to look down, and when she did she let out a sigh and relaxed.

“Honey…that’s just a little baby dinosaur…”

“I don’t care what you call it! It’s a killing machine!”

Brittany shook her head, a slight smile on her lips, and stepped back into the house. She walked through and found Santana sitting in a ball under the small wooden table. She crouched down and held a hand out. “C’mere.”

“No. Get us out of here! Take me home! Take me home now!!”

With a small frown on her lips Brittany pushed a chair out of the way and crawled under the table with Santana. She wrapped an arm around her girlfriend and almost immediately the smaller girl climbed into her lap. Brittany could barely sit up under the table, but she closed her arms around Santana and hugged her tightly.

“I know this is scary,” Brittany murmured softly against Santana’s cheek. “I wish I could just take you home, but…I can’t. I’m sorry that I can’t.” She kissed her skin. “But I’m gonna take care of you, okay? I’ll protect you from everything, and we’ll find a way to get home.”

“B-but…what if we don’t? What if we have to live here with these smelly monsters forever? What if-”

“At least we’re here together,” Brittany cut in to her ramblings. She kissed Santana’s cheek again. “We’ll be okay.”

Santana closed her eyes and relaxed against Brittany. While the words didn’t completely soothe her, they did help calm her. She kept quiet for a moment while she tried to slow her fast-beating heart, but then she nodded and opened her eyes. “Wh-what do you want me to do?” She asked in a small voice. She wanted to help. She didn’t want to be there, but she wanted to help Brittany.

Brittany smiled and climbed out from under the table. She pulled Santana with and kept hold of her hand. “Well. First, I want you to put on your bikini, then you’re gonna open that bottle of champagne we brought for the hotel room.”

“And…?”

“And we’re gonna sit right there in the sun and relax. And maybe make out a little.” Brittany grinned.

That brought more of a smile to Santana’s face, and her head shook. “Okay..”

“Good.” Brittany swatted her lightly on the ass. “Now go change. Your clothes are on the bed over there.”

“There’s a bed?”

“Mhmmm…”

Santana walked over to it and wrinkled her nose slightly. “It’s gross, Britt. I’m not sleeping on it, much less doing anything else.”

Brittany walked up behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist. She smirked as she rested her chin on Santana’s shoulder. “We’ve done it in worse places,” she reminded her. Brittany kissed her cheek again. “Now strip.”

****

After three glasses of champagne, Santana wasn’t minding the bed so much. They had started out sitting on the ‘porch’, but the sun became a little too much and they moved back inside. Brittany was currently sitting sideways on the bed so that her feet hung off and her back leaned to the wall. It was a small, single sized bed pressed into the corner of the room, but it was better than nothing. Santana sat perpendicular to Brittany so that her legs were stretched across Brittany’s lap, and her body leaned against Brittany’s.

“Feeling better?” Brittany asked.

“Mmm,” Santana replied with a hum.

That made Brittany giggle, and she took the glass from Santana’s hand to take a sip. She had packed two glasses, just in case, but after her second glass Santana had accidentally dropped it over the railing. Neither had a problem sharing their one remaining glass, but Santana pouted when Brittany took it. She wanted the champagne to herself. God only knew when they would get to drink again.

“Be nice and share,” Brittany admonished playfully.

Champagne always made Santana drunk fast, and it made her silly. It was one of the few drinks that she didn’t get weepy from. Brittany was always amused by Santana drunk on champagne, especially when she lost any remaining filter.

“Um, how ‘bout you be nice and put your hand in my suit.” Santana mumbled. She leaned closer and closed her lips over Brittany’s earlobe. Brittany laughed. “m’serious, Britt. Le’s forget where we are and gets our sexy on.”

Brittany’s eyes closed for a moment at the feel of Santana’s mouth on her, but she opened them again to look her girlfriend over slowly. She was hot. Super, super hot. Brittany ran her hand up Santana’s legs, her hip, and then up the tight plane of her stomach. She edged her fingers underneath the top of Santana’s bathing suit to grab onto one of her boobs.

Santana whined. “Wrong direction.”

“You didn’t say which part of your suit I should put my hand in,” Brittany reasoned. She lowered her head to kiss along Santana’s neck, and Santana stretched her head back to give her more room.

“B-but…”

“Don’t worry, my little Santana-saurus Rex…I’ll get there.” Brittany smirked as she bit down on Santana’s pulse point, and squeezed the warm flesh in her hand. The long moan in her ear turned her smirk into a grin, and she was sure she had effectively taken Santana’s mind off of where they were for the time being.

#brittana #brittana fic #my fics #random brittana oneshots #land of the lost brittana tag

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sohannabarberaesque · 6 months

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So much for the "relaxing and satisfying" earwax extraction videos in YouTube:

Personally, I'd love to see the appellation of "relaxing and satifying" applied to some Hanna-Barbera videos as aren't exactly in the vein of a typical episodic experience, but could get to be interesting. As in, for starters:

Some "bloopers" and "fails" from Yogi Bear's varied attempts at purloining tourist picnic baskets, especially where Ranger Smith is somehow on the sidelines

Top Cat and clowder on Catalina Island for a diving escapade with the Catalina Diving Clowder, with some amusing episodes ... as well as some hilarious moments at the legendary Farmer's Market in Hollywood making Candid Camera look silly

Peter Potamus relating some unusually romantic moments with a dolphin while diving, and in the tow of nieces Pamela, Peggy and/or Penelope

From Penelope Pitstop, the sheer sensation of her in the old he'e nalu of the Hawai'ian from the perspective of a GoPro camera as she glides through "da green room"

Fails and blunders caught at Banana Splits and Cattanooga Cats concerts, with hilarious consequences, including hilarity galore at backstage after-show buffet tables

The Divin' Wolf Pups (Bon-Bon and Ding-a-Ling) getting a little more than they bargained for in a diving experience pre-breakfast once--between the legs, even (as per Snagglepuss)

The hot-spring escapades of teenage Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm getting a little too prehistorically romantic, but in that Hanna-Barberian way of "projecting warmth and good feelings"

A post-orgy diving session with the Hair Bear Bunch at Camp Volkswagen during their mating season road trip which only gets unbelievably weird when a mermaid makes romantic overtures towards Hair Bear especially (and plays along)

GoPro-camera videos of the Skatebirds proving the meme about "unless you're the lead bird, the scenery never changes"

The King and Sheena taking the bodysurfing at their beach bungalow in a rather fascinating manner

Kwicky Koala passing around a box of Chicken Flavour Arnott's Shapes crackers during a beach day with some close friends of the koala persuasion, only to see the whole quickly run out ahead of a sausage sizzle

Some fascinating vignettes from in and around Trolltown, as explained and narrated by Pixlee Trollsom "herself" to explain such a fascinatingly whimsical closeness to Nature which trolls are fond of

Now THESE would be the kind of "relaxing and satisfying" online videos us Old Hanna-Barberians would enjoy seeing, even if such might need to be of a fanimation sort. Who's with me, at least in concept?

@hanna-barberians @a-gang-of-silly-bananas @hanna-barbera-land @iheartgod175 @groovybribri @archive-archives @indigo-corvus @railguner34 @ultrakeencollectionbreadfan

#hanna barbera #headcannons #relaxing and satisfying videos #youtube video #videos we'd like to see #unlikely vignettes #so much for the earwax extraction videos #hannabarberaforever

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ravynfyre · 1 year

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So. Now that I am home from the Unexpected Road Trip To Iowa that was conceived of literally less than 24 hours ago.... The explanation.

A very dear friend of mine from all the way back in my prehistoric high school days called me yesterday. Now this is a gal that I have kept in contact with because we still love one another. Usually when she calls, though, there will be Shenanigans of some type happening. She knows me very well, and knew, pretty much before I admitted it, that I would not be happy without a maligator in the house. Since she's married to a firefighter, she's got a lot of emergency service contacts and friends, so she approached one of them at the annual fire department christmas party and asked if he would keep his ears open for a malinois looking for a home.

Literally yesterday, he got a call from a cop K9 trainer he decoys for on the regular in the far off reaches of northern Iowa, asking if he knew anyone who was looking for a malinois who would do okay with a cop dog wash out. BAZINGA! He calls my friend, who had not had a chance yet to let him know that I had found Diva, and let HER know.

But friend knows me well, as I said, and knew that she should still throw the offer at me because 1) I love my crazy ass maligators, and 2) I am insane enough to tackle bringing two brand new psycho dogs into my house at the same time. Spoiler Alert: she was right.

Now she was very VERY clear that there was no pressure, and no harm, no foul if I decided to be sane for once, but, eh, sanity is overrated. I've done dumber things with less preparation before. Fuck it.

Hence the phone tree sorting out getting Rajah from the far reaches of Corn Land to me. It wasn't all finalized until pretty close to 10 or 11 pm last night, but finalized it got... and Rajah has come home.

Scarlett isn't exactly pleased... she's an intact bitch and I think she was rather hoping for *less* malinois craziness, rather than *more*... but they are quickly sorting their hierarchy out (Scar on top) *without* bloodshed and a minimal amount of snarking. And Rajah is already having a positive effect on Diva - which was something I had hoped for.

See, some breeds of dogs "know their own"... Sighthounds know fellow sighthounds, even if they are a different breed... Malinois know malinois, and also know that German Shepherds are NOT malinois. It's kinda spooky, sometimes, watching them interact in a pack, because they genuinely do throw different behaviors for fellow mals than they do for non-mals. And I was really hoping that Diva could use Rajah as a more confident role model... it seems to be working, because, for the first time since I brought her home, Diva found a spot NOT IN A CRATE to settle down and actually RELAX. Up until now, if she wasn't locked in a crate, she was pacing and fretting and worried and unable to just *stop*.

And she's stopped right now. Has been for close to an hour now. She even ventured out and grabbed a toy to take back to her "throne" that she's relaxing in. I love it.

Going to have my hands full, but I never do things by half measures, as was pointed out to my by a former SAR K9 teammate. LOL. I'll try to remember to post pictures and updates! Thank you all for putting up with my crying and mourning over the last couple weeks. I love you all!

#pupicture #malinois #Diva the Mal #Rajah the Mal

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ancientstuff · 2 years

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These places are FASCINATING. Road trip, anyone?

#Karahan Tepe #Göbekli Tepe #Keçilitepe #ancient Turkey #Neolithic Turkey

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chronal-anomaly · 11 months

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Does all the time fandangling have effects on her physical body? I'm sure the stress isn't good for her. does she get any physical side-effects for time-jumping like shakes or pins and needles?

Unprompted || always accepting!

In her current state - not directly. Many of her physical ailments due to her condition come more from the act of pulling her back into the current timeline. The accelerator, for example, weighs roughly 30lbs. Wearing the harness all day has left her with lasting back and knee problems along with a slight hunch when she's not wearing it, to compensate. Chronic pain is something she struggles with for a lot of reasons, including her history of flying and the amount of abuse she's put her body through over the years.

Another aspect of her condition is the associated bumps, bruises and motion sickness. While Lena has gotten better with the motion sickness, the first few blinks and recalls had her in bed with stabilizing equipment on. Things like road rash and full-body bruises are very common, especially after a mission. Rocketing into walls, tripping and skidding along the ground leave behind her fair share of treatable, but obnoxious injuries.

However, when the accelerator acts up, that's where bigger problems come up. Shakes are very common, when the accelerator is taking up too much of her resources. If she doesn't sleep well, if she hasn't eaten a healthy, protein based diet, if she's emotionally unwell, she can often present with tremors, nosebleeds, headaches, chronic pain flair ups, among other symptoms.

Another issue that can arise with the accelerator is if she starts to 'fade'. This usually comes around if Lena doesn't concentrate on the accelerator enough; I've likened it to breathing before. It's an automatic concentration, but it can become manual if she focuses on it. However, like breathing, she can be come distracted and otherwise lose track of the accelerator. Typically this comes along when she is similarly injured, exhausted, or experiencing things like nightmares that actively pull all of her attention away. If she begins to fade, she starts to separate from the current timeline. Often times, she will 'see' others in the room, a odd blend of different timelines. In a given room, she might see a prehistoric lizard, an old-timey train station, a busy mall, and a dancing ballroom. Different elements from these timelines will mishmash together, creating a confusing and diverse scene. Some may be more concrete, that Lena can almost reach out and touch, while other elements of the room may be opaque.

While this fading is going on, her body itself may become opaque. If left unchecked or untreated, she might disappear altogether into one of the timelines. In this state, because her atoms aren't occupying the exact same time, they can co-exist with other atoms in the same space. That's to say that she is able to press parts of her body into tangible things. If she does this with a person, both of them will have a tingling sensation - similar to a limb falling asleep.

This all to be said, when the accelerator is acting as it should, it typically leaves behind solely the chronic pain, which is bad in its own right. But because it is an experimental tech done in an unique situation, it often comes up with these persistent problems that Lena must endure.

#me drinking my i love ruki juice once again #they give me so many headcanon ideas ilysm man #( headcanon. )#buildabuddha

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rabbitcruiser · 1 year

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Hwy 128 Colorado River Scenic Byway, UT (No. 1)

State Route 128 (SR-128) is a 44.564-mile-long (71.719 km) state highway in the U.S. state of Utah. The entire length of the highway has been designated the Upper Colorado River Scenic Byway, as part of the Utah Scenic Byways program. This road also forms part of the Dinosaur Diamond Prehistoric Highway, a National Scenic Byway. Residents of Moab frequently refer to SR-128 as "the river road", after the Colorado River, which the highway follows.

The highway was originally constructed to connect rural cities in eastern Utah with Grand Junction, Colorado, the largest city in the region. Part of the highway was merged into the Utah state highway system in 1931; the rest was taken over by the state and assigned route number 128 in 1933. Today, the highway is used as a scenic drive for visitors to the area.

The highway crosses the Colorado River at the site of the Dewey Bridge, listed on the National Register of Historic Places. This bridge was the longest suspension bridge in Utah until April 2008 when it was destroyed by a fire started by a child playing with matches.

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hpenvs3000w23 · 1 year

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Unit 7: Interpretation Through Music

Music is something that I absolutely enjoy regularly. I'm very much an audiophile where I'm listening to music pretty much most of the day. It is an addiction. It is true that every known human culture has music. When reflecting on the course material, I find it so fascinating that we have created patterns of sound varying in pitch, tone, and rhythm that is different or can be similar across various cultures (Gray et al., 2001). Music itself is like its own language and there is evidence of the earliest use of nature in music.

Where is music in nature? When I think about this I know that nature makes its own sound like waves and the sound of birds at the beach creating a sense relaxation. Birds are definitely the first thing that comes to my mind when I think of where we find music in nature. Going back to how I mentioned that music is like its own language, we can appreciate how birds have a language of their own by singing. What's interesting is that birds have the ability to pitch songs to Western music which is why humans are attracted to these sounds (Grey et al., 2001).

Where is nature in music? This is an interesting question. Our Neanderthal ancestors were very fond of music. They used animal bones to create a flute-like instrument which resembles the sound of today's recorders (Grey et al., 2001). This just goes to show that ancient civilizations prioritized and discovered music as a primary form of entertainment. I would say that this is an early example of nature in music because animal bones were recycled to create instruments which is a clever idea.

Discovery of prehistoric flutes (Gray et al., 2001). Credit: Jelle Atema.

One song that I used to listen to a lot when I was a younger was Starships (clean) by Nicki Minaj because it reminds me of summer and it's a catchy throwback song. The song itself is fast-paced with the strumming of a guitar in the background. It makes me visualize a nice sunny day. And it reminds me especially of the times where I would go to the beach with my friends and we would always jam out to this song on our way there to get hyped. It's the perfect road trip song to the beach. It's very upbeat and always puts me in summer mode when ever I hear it even during the gloomy winter months.

For further discussion, what are some other animals that use musical sounds to communicate? How are these musical sounds beneficial within species?

Thanks for reading,

Hinal.

References

Gray, P. Krause, B. Atema, J., Payne, R., Krumhansl, C. & Baptista, L. (2001). The Music of Nature and the Nature of Music. Science. 291. 52-54.

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waltzingcamelliacat · 2 years

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Commensalism (2)

I was once in love with someone who only knew how to write songs and poems about me – maybe a short story or two if I was lucky and it was a good day. You’ve probably heard a verse or two about on the radio while driving down some long stretch of highway on a road trip.

I like to dig the poems up sometimes. I have reams and reams of them sitting in a box in the back corner of my attic. I don’t know why I do that – the poems aren’t very good. The sheets of his chicken scratch cursive are covered in centuries of my own blue, black, and red pen, my yellow highlights, and what was my light-handed pencil markings that have faded with these shriveling prehistoric years.

And despite my propensity for even spinning forgettable Oxford commas into hungry thirty-page papers frothing rabidly at the mouth, I still haven’t found much in his words, beautiful though they may be.

In his poems, he calls me an angel, an intellectual Ophelia, a love that is more vibrant than the reddest rose (even though he knew my favorite flowers are camellias). I was a nymph, a sylph, a haunting, consumptive ghost, the Fairy Queen, his Diana, and his Madonna – he professed he was ready at any moment to fall to his knees before me and kiss my feet.

He was such a bad writer, and I loved him so much. I loved him because he was a bad writer, because I knew he would never be capable of writing good poetry, and because he could only worship me from afar.

I knew he loved my potential for an interesting story, not me. He was so far from me as we sat together on the couch, and he wrote flavorless lines (completely unsalted) about my dark brown eyes. And I really didn’t mind because when you love someone, why would you mind?

The thing is, if he loved me and not my story, I don’t know if I could have fallen in love with him. So, isn’t love rather idiotic?

Anyways, I was the one who ended up breaking things off with him. He wrote a few songs about it – you’ve maybe heard them echoing around the back of your head while grocery shopping at the supermarket, some harmless and, I’m really sorry to say, heartless background noise as you idly wonder how deep the layers of an onion actually go.

I never heard from him again after that.

I don’t know if I can love people anymore. I can love, certainly, but not love the people for who they are. I can’t stand the little bad things – when they forget to screw the lid back onto the toothpaste, when they accidentally bush my favorite books off the coffee table, or when they sneeze too loudly for my nerves to endure. I’m going to posture fairness and nobility as I scornfully hold myself aloof from romance, claiming I have no desire to subject others to my idealism.

I do have a Prince Charming in mind – many people do, I think – but I stand by the conviction that he’s unfair to the common people. I’d like to say I’m in rebellion against him – when he comes to save me, I’ll swing my sword and chop off his aristocratic head. I won’t cry a single tear.

Maybe the lesson is to never date an artist, but I think that line of thought is a two-way street. I just like my little, frivolous stories a bit too much – those of myself and the hiccupping hearts around me.

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