#Buffalo Head Hills

[rabbitcruiser]

Peace River, AB (No. 2)

The population in the Town of Peace River was 6,729 in 2011, a 6.6% increase over its 2006 population. There are significant nodal settlements and subdivisions in the vicinity of the town on acreages along Highway 2 to the west, Highways 684 (Shaftesbury Trail) and 743 as well as the southwest portion of Northern Sunrise County. Regionally, there are various First Nation communities to the northeast, French-Canadian farming communities to the south and to the east, and Mennonite and Hutterite German-Canadian farming communities to the north and northwest of the town.

Peace River was the site of the 2004 Alberta Winter Games. In 2010, Peace River, in conjunction with Grimshaw and surrounding municipalities, jointly hosted the 2010 Alberta Summer Games.

Source: Wikipedia

[halcyongirll]

♡ halcyongirll ♡

intro post

artist i like/bands - kmfdm, chemical brothers, nine inch nails, rammstein, the smashing pumpkins, type o negative, alice in chains, korn, limp bizkit, system of a down, soulfly, metallica, megadeath, julie, radiohead, mazzy star, fiona apple, blue smiley, title flight, ethel cain, nicole dollanganger, hole, massive attack, black sabbath, narrow head, cocteau twins, my bloody valentine, slowdive, fleshwater, mediavolo, the smiths, LSD and the search for god, dean blunt, whirr, yves tumor, steve lacy, tyler the creator, deftones, tame impala, memo boy, eye dress, alex g, duster, strawberry guy, mac demarco, tv girl, kendrick lamar, ozzy osbourne, L7, the offspring, MSI, ICP, linkin park, mötley crüe, michael jackson, aaliyah

favorite movies ever - natural born killers, reservoir dogs, pulp fiction, the lost highway, mullholand drive, cape fear, taxi driver, american psycho, pink flamingos, carrie, down in the valley, lolita, kill bill vol 1, kill bill vol 2, texas chainsaw massacre, jeepers creepers, thirteen, the butterfly effect, the secretary, death proof, dazed and confused, donnie darko, elephant 2003, palo alto, look away, before i fall, fast times at ridgemont high, detroit rock city, home alone, metal lords, the dirt, the craft, the doom generation, lords of chaos, waves, little birds, buffalo 66, american honey, euro trip, beevis and butthead do america, ginger snaps, DUCK!, smiley face, nowhere 1997, mysterious skin, dinner in america, white oleander, bones and all, fish tank, the loved ones, i believe in unicorns, the v su, mid 90s, the flordia project, water lilies, empire records, anora, words on bathroom walls, hick, may, zola, gummo, lilya-4-ever, speak, priscilla, vivarium, flower, teeth, kids 1995, little miss sunshine

favorite shows - skins, boy meets world, full house, beevis and butthead, headbanger's ball, breaking bad, mtv daria, mtv downtown, twin peaks, outer banks, euphoria, american horror story

favorite games - doom, minecraft, GTA, silent hill, life is strange, fnaf, yandere simulator, cry of fear, puppet combo games, sims 2, 3 and 4, fatal frame, project zero, PS2 horror games, red dead redemption, until dawn, roblox

favorite cases - charles manson, columbine, halifax (lindsay souvannarath james gamble), jodi arias, andrew blaze, adam lanza, elliot rodger, sol paiz (i know she's not really tcc but i love her) zodiac, ken and barbie murders, jeffery dahmer, ted bundy, pekka-erik

additional info - yes im TCC and i love dylan he's probably my favorite, i also might post very questionable things lol. for example heavy topics like depression and mental health because well i struggle with it, also sh/gore/sexual themes like that... so just block!!! alright peace and love <3

[stargirllaurenn]

intro post:

artist i like/bands: nicole dollanganger, hole, massive attack, black sabbath, narrow head, cocteau twins, my bloody valentine, slowdive, fleshwater, mediavolo, the smiths, LSD and the search for god, dean blunt, whirr, yves tumor, steve lacy, tyler the creator, deftones, tame impala, memo boy, eye dress, alex g, duster, strawberry guy, mac demarco, tv girl, kendrick lamar, L7, the offspring, MSI, ICP, linkin park, mötley crüe, michael jackson, aaliyah, kmfdm, chemical brothers, nine inch nails, rammstein, the smashing pumpkins, type o negative, alice in chains, korn, limp bizkit, system of a down, soulfly, metallica, megadeath, julie, radiohead, mazzy star, fiona apple, blue smiley, title flight, ethel cain ♡

favorite movies ever: natural born killers, manic 2001, anora, american honey, i believe in unicorns, reservoir dogs, pulp fiction, the lost highway, mullholand drive, cape fear, taxi driver, american psycho, bully 2001, pink flamingos, carrie, down in the valley, lolita, kill bill vol 1, kill bill vol 2, texas chainsaw massacre, jeepers creepers, thirteen, the butterfly effect, the secretary, death proof, dazed and confused, donnie darko, elephant 2003, palo alto, look away, before i fall, fast times at ridgemont high, detroit rock city, home alone, metal lords, the dirt, the craft, the doom generation, lords of chaos, waves, little birds, buffalo 66, euro trip, beevis and butthead do america, ginger snaps, DUCK!, smiley face, nowhere 1997, mysterious skin, dinner in america, white oleander, bones and all, fish tank, the loved ones, the v su, mid 90s, water lilies, empire records, words on bathroom walls, hick, may, zola, gummo, lilya-4-ever, speak, priscilla, vivarium, flower, teeth, kids 1995, brain scan 1994, charlie bartlett,

recently watched: grind 2003, the piano teacher, manic 2001, bully 2001, brain scan 1994, sleepers 1996, disturbing behavior, disturbia, the faculty, charlie bartlett, Ssssss 1973, dead presidents 1995, The Sixth Sense, reservoir dogs

i also have favorite directors like: Quentin Tarantino, Gregg Araki, David Lynch RIP, Andrea Arnold, Larry Clark, Harmony Korine

favorite shows: skins, boy meets world, wayne, full house, beevis and butthead, headbanger's ball, breaking bad, mtv daria, mtv downtown, twin peaks, outer banks, euphoria, american horror story

favorite games: doom, minecraft, GTA, silent hill, life is strange, fnaf, yandere simulator, cry of fear, puppet combo games, sims 2, 3 and 4, fatal frame, project zero, PS2 horror games, red dead redemption, until dawn, roblox

extra facts about me: pink is my favorite color, i love to write, i love pinterest, my favorite food is pizza!!! IM ALSO VERY INTERESTED IN TRUE CRIME. im kind of in the TCC. IM ALSO SEVERLY DEPRESSED *no one cares* AND YEAHHAHAH

[razzellyn]

Happy Holidays, Happy New Year, Happy Everybody!

MCB & Reader

Reader is called Emsy because

M= Em

C= Sy

Therefore

Em + Sy = Emsy

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The blankets were all carefully laid out on the grass. Food, snacks, and drinks were placed neatly on the blanket, enough food to fill almost two blankets full. You couldn't be any more excited. After having to explain exactly why this day was going to be special to the bots, you managed to gather everyone you knew to this little party.

Fairy lights hung from tree to tree, branch to branch, dimly lighting up the hill with its soft glow. There was a table on the side, used merely to store some extra foods and firecrackers. You knew it would all be a hassle to clean up alone, but you couldn't have cared less.

Now, the only thing left to do, is to wait for them to arrive...

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It had only been an hour, yet it almost seemed like the whole world was here with you! The bots were careful enough around the little space you've made, treading lightly whenever they had to pass by. Sure, there's already a few accidents here and there, but you managed through with a smile.

"Emsy! Thank you for inviting us!"

A voice you had long gotten accustomed to greeted you softly. Jun's mother had always been a delight to be around with.

"It's no problem, just thought it'd be nice to have everyone around for this."

"Well, isn't that sweet! I've brought a couple of things that Jun liked to eat, some fuel for the bots too!"

You simply thanked her and went back to tidying up a mess that Mega Trucker had made, her attention was already on Buffalo Crush anyway. You find yourself smiling at the scene, before something—or someone— tapped on your shoulder.

"Do you need assistance, Emsy?"

Blue Cop appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. It almost scared you at first, but you were quick to regain your composure.

"Not at the moment, no. Just keep an eye out for the others first will you?"

"Of course."

He answered, though he seemed a little disappointed. Perhaps he was really looking forward to helping? You'll have to apologize later if it makes him sad. Either way, you still had a mess to clean up.

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8:25 PM.

"Are you two serious right now?"

You say, as Black Hook and Heavy Iron stared into each other's eyes—optics—whatever they called it. Shaking your head in disbelief, an idea suddenly caught in your mind. You handed them a cleaning rag.

"... What-?"

You cut him off before you could speak any further.

"Clean the mess you two made!"

"Tsk, as if we'd-"

"Clean or you're not invited!"

For some reason, with that sentence alone, they immediately went to work. You let out a satisfied huff as you watched them work. You could even hear a slight chuckle from a voice you distinctly remember as Buster Gallon.

"What a bunch of idiots."

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9:00 PM.

Setting up the fireworks were... surprisingly easy. Sure, Phoenix Fire were reciting what could possibly go wrong, but Mega Ambler had been there to calm him down. Albeit, slightly calmed him down. You could tell he was still a bit stressed out.

"It's not that bad."

You spoke out softly, walking over to where Phoenix Fire stood just a few feet away from the fireworks.

He sighed, or at least sounded like he did. He was looking at you with worry.

"I know, I know. I just... I wanted to make sure."

It was quite endearing how concerned he was for everyone, but at the same time it could be a little bit too much. Still, you gave him your best smile, hoping that it would ease his worries.

"I can see why you'd be worried. But don't worry, everything is under control!"

"Hrmn... I hope so."

Seems like he still needs some convincing. But it's no problem, you've always been good at making others feel better! You gently placed a hand on his arm, patting softly, wondering if he could even feel that.

He seemed to be, as he glanced down at you with his optics, and you smiled up at him.

"Well, if something were to happen... I've got you and Mega Ambler to assist, don't i?"

Phoenix Fire pondered your words for a moment, then he smiled. Well, he can't. But you can always tell with their optics.

"Yeah... You've got me! Don't worry, I'll keep you—all of you—safe!"

And out of the corner of your eye, you could see Mega Ambler nodding as a thank you your way.

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10:41 PM.

"Again?!"

You exclaimed loudly as you stared at Mega Trucker and Shadow X, both desperately trying to fix the hanging lights they 'accidentally' kicked off the tree. They stared at you with wide optics, before Shadow X quickly pointed toward Mega Trucker.

"He did it!"

He vanished immediately.

"Wha- hey?! Where do you think you're going?!"

Mega Trucker pointlessly swung his arm around in the air. All the while he was scooting away from you, slowly but slowly.

"And where do you think you're going, hmmm?"

Mega Trucker paused for a moment, before deciding to make a break for it. Before you could even stop him however, a loud thud echoed through the air. For a moment you were scared to turn around, but when you did you couldn't have been more surprised.

Wild Guardy was seen, dragging a seemingly unconscious Mega Trucker by his arm.

"I hope he's not bothering you."

He spoke ever so calmly. Meanwhile you were too stunned by what happened to be able to verbally answer, and instead gave him a nod.

At least that's one problem down.

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11:30 PM.

"What... Are you guys up to?"

Well actually, you didn't really need to ask. It's obvious just what happened here. Dexter has managed to lure Blue Cop and Buffalo Crush to hold and play with stray cats.

Safe to say, Blue Cop feels awkward holding them, yet Buffalo Crush was definitely amazed by them.

"They're playing with strays that Dexter has managed to catch."

Fleta Z answered, seemingly out of nowhere. Perhaps he had noticed that the other three have yet to notice you.

Not that you minded, they looked so silly like this! You decided to just take a picture of them with your phone.

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• 11:50 PM.

As of now, everyone has gathered around. Some sat on the blankets or close to it, while only a few were still helping setting up the fireworks. Those few, of course, included you. Helping Edo and Jun's father to set up the fireworks.

At some point, Jun, Theo, and Anna approached. Deciding that they'd lend a hand in however way they can.

• 11:55 PM.

Can you believe it? Ha, you couldn't! 2024 has ended, and a new year awaits you. You don't even know what lies ahead of you. But seeing all these people around you, these friends, family, and even strangers...

It makes you feel as if everything would be okay.

And it will be.

And as you sat on the blanket, alongside everyone that you knew, looking up at the sky, awaiting the lights decorating them, there is only one thing that i want to tell you.

Thank you.

00:00 PM.

[mama-qwerty]

do you have any fun scu knuckles headcanons? maybe like what things are like when they get back to green hills??

Oh, well, first of all, Maddie is so angry she can't speak for a good five minutes when they return. Wade and Knux are both standing at the door, their heads hanging low, looking for all the world like dogs who had just peed on the antique, hand-woven rug that's been in her family for ten generations.

She opens the door, eyes going wide as she sees them. She opens her mouth, letting out a little squeak before closing it again. She tries again, and still just a squeak comes out. Then she slams the door in their faces. Opens it again. Another squeak. Another slam. Opens it again and hisses at them through gritted teeth "GET. IN. HERE."

They wisely obey.

They are both sat on the couch as she paces back and forth in front of them. Arms crossed, mouth pulled into a thin line. Every now and then she shoots them both a glare so hot they shrink under its weight.

Finally, she stops, bringing her clasped hands to her chin, and takes a long, deep breath. She lets it out slowly, before asking them just what in the ever-loving hell they thought they were doing.

They explain. They speak over each other, adding to the other's explanation, expanding on a point that hadn't been given very well. They laughed at some points, and quickly glossed over the bits they didn't think she'd take very well.

And as they talk, as they explain where they'd been for the past few days, Maddie notices something.

Knuckles, the most dangerous warrior in the galaxy, actually looked happy. His face was relaxed and he smiled more than she'd ever seen him since they'd taken him in. He and Wade seemed to have formed a bond on this trip, and even the deputy seemed more confident.

When they finish the tale of their adventure, Maddie feels her anger fade. She admits that she doesn't like how they simply disappeared--especially since Knuckles was supposed to be grounded--but it looks like their little road trip was good for them both. And she's so happy they're both okay.

But don't do it again.

After this, Knuckles has learned to have fun. He still trains, sure. He's gotten into the habit of jumping Sonic out of the blue under the guise of training--"Beware, surprise ambush!" he'll shout before pouncing on the hedgehog. Tails thinks it's hilarious, but Sonic's not too fond of it.

Wade and Knuckles have become best buds, and they go bowling at least once a week. Knuckles had a hard time in the early games, but Wade celebrated every pin the echidna knocked over without damaging anything as a glorious victory. Nachos are a favorite snack, followed closely by buffalo wings. Knuckles holds the record for the most wings eaten in 5 minutes.

When Wade goes back to visit his mother, he brings Knuckles with him--with Maddie's permission, of course. Wendy loves her little Knux, and they watch all sorts of movies together.

Tails had tried planting a tracker in Knux's shoe to keep tabs on him, because he didn't like carrying a phone. "It makes a strange humming sound, and makes my skin tingle," was his complaint, which no one really understood, but they didn't push it. The tracker didn't last more than two days, as it burnt out if Knux powered up and went sparky.

They came to an agreement that Knuckles would simply let someone know where he was when he was out. It took a few weeks to fully implant that into his head, but soon he got into the habit of either leaving a note or making sure he was seen around town.

And Wade always seemed to know where he was. "Bestie privileges," he'd said once when asked about it. "You know how it goes."

He's still a warrior . . . but he's thinking maybe he doesn't have to be right now. Maybe he doesn't have to train every day. Maybe it's okay to go fishing. Or bowling. Or watch movies. Or help people around town run errands or fix things or work in their gardens.

Maybe it's okay to just . . . be.

It's something he'd never done before. But he has to admit . . . he kinda likes it.

[kayedium-writes]

Homegrown

MCU | No Warnings | Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanov | 614 Words

Read here on AO3!

( Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt: midnight distractions )

It was just past midnight as Natasha leaned back on her hands, her palms meeting the cool metal of the truck bed. Her legs swung aimlessly as the crickets chirped in the grass below. 

“So, this is where you grew up?” Steve asked, the gravel beneath his boots crunching as he brought her a drink from the cooler.

“More or less,” she said. There were a lot of places Natasha could categorize as ‘where she grew up’ but Ohio was the only one that conjured up a positive memory. She gestured with the plastic bottle toward the road in front of them. “Technically, I grew up on the other side of that tree line.”

Steve joined her on the tailgate, draping his flannel shirt around her shoulders. Late summer in the Midwest meant packing for blazing afternoons and brisk nights, but catching a flat tire on the way back to the rebuilt compound from Clint’s meant they hadn’t exactly prepared for that. Too bad neither of them had thought to check for a spare, either. 

Really, if she hadn’t suggested they make the detour, she’s pretty sure they’d be closing in on Buffalo by now but Steve’s curiosity got the best of them both and that left them waiting on a tow. 

“It’s definitely different than where I'm from.”

Natasha glanced over at him, eyebrows raised. “Because it’s not Brooklyn? Or because it’s not 1925?”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Well... Both.”

“Sorry we aren’t all fossilized New Yorkers,” she said, giving him a playful nudge with her shoulder. 

“Y’know, the world would be pretty boring then.” He flashed her a smile. “Seems like a nice place, though. Peaceful. Laid back. No one getting rundown on the sidewalk. No taxi drivers screaming at ya’.”

“You’d have to actually have a sidewalk to get rundown on one.” She took another sip of the Coke before passing the bottle back to him. “But it was. All of those things. I’d race the neighbor kids down the street on my bike. We had barbecues. Went to baseball games." She pointed to the few twinkling yellow lights bouncing over the overgrown switchgrass. “And Yelena and I used to just lay in the yard and try to count the forest stars—that’s what she called the fireflies—in the trees. There were always so many of them…”

She felt a pit in her stomach just thinking of her sister. Yelena was out there. Somewhere. Probably alone. And Natasha had no idea where that 'somewhere' was. That was the only thing on her mind since they’d brought everyone back after Thanos. After everything they went through to take down the Red Room, she hated feeling like she’d abandoned her again.

He wrapped his arm around her tighter, pulling her snug against him as he let his chin rest against her head. “We’re going to find her. I promise.”

“I know,” she said softly. “I’m counting on it.”

There was a certainty to Steve’s voice that made it so easy to believe him. And after all these years, she did. 

As she sat up to look up at him, the near-blinding yellow and white flashing lights of the tow truck came into view over the hill. Steve slid off the tailgate to his feet and waved a hand in the air to direct them to the field they managed to steer the truck into.

“Think they’re going to recognize us?” Steve asked over his shoulder.

Before Natasha could make a wager, they both heard the driver through the rolled down window choke out, “Holy shit! It’s Captain America!”

Natasha laughed as she joined Steve’s side again. “Something tells me they will.”

[bi-numi-aliyani]

Two myths from ancient Ugarit: Anat Binds the Dragon and Ashtart the Huntress

An early eighth century BCE stamp seal discovered at Tel Hazor depicting a Hero-Deity slaying a seven-headed serpent. Source: Uehlinger, Christoph. “Mastering the Seven-Headed Serpent: A Stamp Seal from Hazor Provides a Missing Link Between Cuneiform and Biblical Mythology”. Near Eastern Archaeology 87:1 (March 1, 2024), pp. 14–19. https://doi.org/10.5167/uzh-258353.

Hey folks, these are my versions of some fragmentary myths from the ancient Ugaritic corpus. A lot of what I used to fill in the blanks is based on other Ugaritic literature and I'm sure those with a lot more experience than me reading them will notice pretty quickly.

The first text, KTU 1.83, has been subject to quite some discussion among scholars in the past. I present it here to feature 𒀭Maiden Anat's slaying of the monstrous serpent Lotan (cf. Biblical “Leviathan”) and the Sea-God 𒀭Yam's other cohorts as She recalls in Tablet 3 of Ba'al. I primarily used the “provisional” translation of this text provided in Religious Texts From Ugarit (2nd edition, 2002, pp. 368–69) by Nathaniel Wyatt with credit as well to Wayne T. Pitard's edition titled “The Binding of Yamm” (J. Near East. Stud. 57(4):261–80, Oct. 1998) and Simon B. Parker's translation as “The Binding of a Monster” in Ugaritic Narrative Poetry (1997, pp. 192–93).

Next is KTU 1.92, somewhat more coherently narrating a hunt of 𒀭Lady Ashtart and 𒀭Lord Ba'al's passion for Her. My interpretation of this text has some more draw from general Semitic mythology and symbolism. Wyatt (pp. 370–74) is again my main source with further reference to Baruch Margalit's interpretation of the obverse text (Part I) as “A [sic] Ugaritic Theophagy” (Aula Orientalis 7:67–80, 1989).

I hope you enjoy these take on ancient stories of the Goddesses and Gods of Canaan 💛

Anat Binds the Dragon

When Lotan the Shifting Serpent burst forth with one lip to Heaven and one lip to Earth,

it was unleashed by 𒀭Desire, Beloved of 𒀭El, the 𒀭Rogue, the Bullock of 𒀭El,

by 𒀭Fire, the Bitch of 𒀭El, 𒀭Flame, Daughter of 𒀭El,

they came out from Arsa;

with its fangs it thrashed the Sea to foam,

with its forked tongue it kissed the Heavens,

with its split tail it thrashed the Sea to foam.

𒀭Anat snared the Dragon on high,

She bound it on the heights of Lebanon.

Towards the desert shall You be scattered, O 𒀭Yam!

To the multitudes shall You be crushed, O 𒀭Nahar!

You shall not see: You shall foam up!

𒀭Anat will strike You down, O 𒀭Yam, Beloved of 𒀭El,

slay You, O 𒀭Nahar, the Great God.

She snared Tunnan and vanquished him,

struck down the Writhing Serpent, the Tyrant of Seven Heads;

She strikes down 𒀭Desire, Beloved of 𒀭El,

vanquishes the 𒀭Rogue, the Bullock of 𒀭El;

She strikes down 𒀭Fire, the Bitch of 𒀭El,

makes an end of 𒀭Flame, Daughter of 𒀭El;

𒀭Maiden Anat battles for the Silver,

She seizes by force the Gold.

Ashtart the Huntress

Scribal note: Of Thabil.

Part I. The Hunt of Ashtart

 𒀭Ashtart went out on a hunt,

 She headed into the wild grazeland.

 She polished the tip of Her Spear,

 the Stars and the Crescent of the Moon favored Her bounty.

 And lo! The hills began to shake,

 the abysmal waters boiled up,

 as a herd of antelope dashed off to the Marsh,

 the swamp where buffalo graze.

 She unsheathed Her Spear.

 𒀭Ashtart sat and hid in the Marsh,

 at Her right She placed Her Dog Crusher,

 at Her left Boomer.

 She lifted up Her Eyes and looked:

 a drowsing Hind She espied,

 a Bull eating in the pond She saw!

 Her Spear She grasped in Her Hand,

 Her Lance in Her Right Hand.

 She hurled the Spear at the Bull;

 She felled 𒀭Ba'al, Servant of 𒀭El.

 As She went home She thought:

 She would feed Him to 𒀭El the Bull, Her Father,

 She would feed Him to the Sons of 𒀭Ashirat for dinner.

 She would feed Him to 𒀭Yarikh's indomitable gullet,

 She would serve the dinner to 𒀭Kothar-wa-Khasis, 𒀭Heyan the Ambidextrous.

 Thereafter, when 𒀭Ashtart arrived at Her House,

 She set away Her Implements of the Hunt.

Part II. Ba'al and Ashtart

 𒀭Ashtart asked after the Guardian of the Vineyard

 for She sought 𒀭El the Bull, Her Father, Master of the Vineyard.

 She stood about the vines clad in a Veil of Linen,

 donning an Aegis of Cypress, Lady 𒀭Ashtart,

 the Kilt She wore catching the Splendor of the Male Stars,

 Her Sash the Magnificence of the Female Stars.

 Once the Maiden had changed,

 𒀭Ba'al longed after Her;

 the Valiant One wondered of Her Beauty!

 𒀭Ba'al the Victorious desired to know Her by heart.

 He was glad to see Lady 𒀭Ashtart, but She was frightened by the Son of 𒀭Dagan.

 He heard Her cry peal across the Valley and the Coast,

 past the Two Surs, beyond Sidon and Gebal,

 echoing off Caphtor and Keilah,

 Sapon and Nanaya brought low, Lalu and Inbubu brought high,

 She lifted up Her Voice to the Guardian of the Vineyard,

𒀭Ba'al-Hadad called out:

 “Seventy-seven times You have caught My Eye,

 “eighty-eight pierced My Heart!”

But the Guardian answered Him:

  “The City is guarded against Your Flesh.

 “Do not return to the Court of the Children of 𒀭El!”

 Thereafter, 𒀭Ba'al went up to 𒀭Sapon, His Holy Stronghold,

 crushed the Heart of 𒀭Ba'al the Prince for want of comfort of the living.

 But lo! His Eyes lit up, He beheld His Lady with vessels of wine,

 𒀭Ashtart the Heifer made feast with the Rider on the Clouds,

 a supper of honeycomb and wine and all kinds of fish;

 She opened the City Gates for 𒀭Ba'al the Victorious,

 Standard raised in triumph for the Rider on the Clouds.

[xxdoompatrolxx]

INTRO POST!!!

Hello! I'm Kaleigh but you can call me Kay if we are close :) she/her any are fine though (16) Bisexual Favorite things: Video games (OLD GAMES ESPECIALLY), Horror/Comedy movies, True crime cases, Poetry, Anatomy, Old things, Fanfiction, Cards, Weapons, Video game Emulators, Music, Animals, and TV shows. you can ask for my socials if you want to become friends I mostly use Discord, but my messages are open. I don't have really any dni's but one I have is don't be racist or I'll just block you if you don't take to my liking. FAVORITE GAMES: Postal, Doom, Playboy Mansion, GTA, Tony Hawk's Pro Skater/Underground, Sally Face, South Park: The Fractured But Whole, Emily is Away, Half-Life, Scribblenauts Unlimited, Roblox, Nintendogs, Pac-man Party, etc TOO MANY. FAVORITE SYSTEMS: Nintendo 64, SNES, NES, Every PlayStation But PS2 is amazing, Xbox 360, Xbox 1, WiiU, and Wii. FAVORITE MOVIES: Natural Born Killers, Almost Famous, Every American Pie, Every Jackass, Every Austin Powers, Buffalo '66, Texas Chainsaw Massacre 1/2, Scream, Bride of Chucky, Butterfly Effect, Saw, The Sandlot, Stand by Me, The Breakfast Club, Dumb and Dumber, and My Friend Dahmer. FAVORITE SHOWS: Eastbound & Down, Daria, Clone High, Malcolm in the Middle, Hamtoro, Family Guy, Breaking Bad, South Park, Aqua Teen Force, King of the Hill, Fallout, F is for Family, Big Mouth, Friends, Wonder Showzen, Full House, Moral Orel, That '70s Show, Freaks and Geeks, MTV Cribs, Rock of Love, American Horror Story, Beavis and Butt-head, Saturday Night Live, The Tom and Jerry Show, We Bare Bears, Powerpuff Girls, Dexter's Laboratory, Johnny Bravo, and Pokemon. FAVORITE MUSIC: Nirvana, KMFDM, Rammstein, Prodigy, Nine Inch Nails, Descendents, Seether, Beastie Boys, Korn, Etc. Spotify: neon.dogg SHOUTOUTS TO THE BEST FRIENDS: @contraculture and @nyaturalbornkiller and @scoutingout5 :3

[plantyberry]

Cloudcuckoolander Tally Part 5: Chapters 1-5, 1-5-2 and 1-5-3: the Time Bubble incident, or, 'My Magic 8-Ball is on the fritz!'

The upcoming sections are understandably lighter on cuckoo content, so I'll fuse them together in the interest of saving space. Once again, this is not a guide, just a tally of where the cuckoo points are at.

Chapter 1-5

When going to Adrian's apartment: -I howl at the moon. Someone has to do it, right? +1 Cuckoo --I wonder if we can get a whole buffalo delivered to us? +1 Cuckoo

If you aren't staying at Adrian's for the night and don't have the vice of Wrath: -Randomly burst out singing a rousing rendition of 'Strangers in the Night' +1 Cuckoo

The Hellhound's here! I slowly edge behind Adrian and hide in his shadow. -I didn't leave my apartment on fire, did I? I always forget +1 Cuckoo

Merlin to the Rescue (If vice isn't Greed): -"I knew it! Magic really does exist!" My tone's oddly gleeful considering the circumstances. +1 Cuckoo

When Running away (If fear isn't Darkness): -If we jumped into the wall of darkness would it be like deep sea diving? Or maybe like venting yourself into space? +1 Cuckoo

If trying to help Merlin fight (And Adrian carries you away…) -"Unhand me, you nefarious varmint!" +1 Cuckoo

In front of your apartment (If fear isn't Darkness) -"No, we can still do this! We can avoid the streets by jumping from rooftop to rooftop!" +1 Cuckoo

Chapter 1-5-2

Climbing up the stairs: -Bat Powers, Activate! Echolocation, goooo! +1 Cuckoo

If staying on the second floor -Random thought, I wonder if glow sticks would still work here? +1 Cuckoo

If headed toward the seventh floor and Adrian is with you: -Alas, we're headed in the wrong way for me to surf down the banister. +1 Cuckoo

When talking to Adrian about Silent Hill (and not noping out of the topic / ignorant of it) -"Whoo! I'm going to get an autograph from Pyramid Head in that case!" +1 Cuckoo

When talking to a non-antagonistic Adrian -What was that thing in the street? --"I need a picture of that thing. Otherwise no one will ever believe us." ---I'm still just considering the logistics of taking a selfie here. +1 Cuckoo -What is with those walls of darkness? --I burst out singing "Hello Darkness, My Old Friend…" +1 Cuckoo

When discussing Merlin: -(either mute or having a silence score over 15) It seems that Adrian has a dire feather allergy. +1 Cuckoo -I see… you have a dire feather allergy, don't you?" +1 Cuckoo

Hand holding: -Suddenly I have an old Beatles song going on repeat through my head. +1 Cuckoo --"Lewd unprotected handholding… I think I might be pregnant." Yes, this is definitely the most appropriate thing to say at this moment. +1 Cuckoo

If you are at your apartment and have previously picked the 'running on rooftope' option before entering the building: -What's going on outside? I carefully approach my sliding glass doors. --It seems that Plan E is a bust. +1 Cuckoo

Chapter 1-5-3:

If caught by the monster under the bed and clinging for dear life: -With my last breath, I curse Zoidberg +1 Cuckoo -"And now for a final word from our sponsor" +1 Cuckoo -"Death, death… O amiable lovely death! Thou odoriferous stench! Sound rottenness! Arise forth from the couch of lasting night. Thou hate and terror to prosperity and I will kiss thy detestable bones. And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows" +1 Cuckoo

While trying to escape the hydra via the balcony: -I jump up and charge at the glass doors. +1 Cuckoo --(If you haven't previously opened the window): +1 Cuckoo

Asking your magical 8-ball: -Let me just check my Magic 8-Ball here. +1 Cuckoo

When healed by Merlin: -I just wonder if my health insurance covers mystical healings. +1 Cuckoo

[libraryofmoths]

Moth of the Week

African Death’s-Head Hawkmoth

Acherontia atropos

The African death's-head hawkmoth is part of the family Sphingidae and is the most widely recognized of the three species of Death’s-Head Hawkmoth. The species was described in 1758 by Carl Linnaeus. Its common name comes from the skull shape on the back of its thorax. It’s binomial name comes from the river Acheron in Greece, which was believed to lead to the Underworld, and the Greek goddess Atropos respectively.

Description The forewings are black/brown with mottled shades of brown while the hindwings are buff orange with two black/brown stripes that curve with the edge of the hindwing. The head and thorax are the same black/brown color as the forewings interrupted by the brown skull on the back of the thorax. The abdomen is the same buff color as the hindwings with similar stripes of the same color. There is also a single stripe down the center of the abdomen called the “dorsal stripe.”

Average Wingspan: 13 cm (5 in)

Females are large than males with a rounded abdomen tip and larger, thicker antennae

Males have a pointed abdomen tip

Diet and Habitat Larva of this species mainly eat the leaves of potato plants which have alkaloids. The larva accumulate these toxins to become unpalatable to predators. Adults eat the nectar of flowers and stolen honey from the beehives of the Western Honey Bee. They are able to mimic the scent of bees and steal the honey undetected. They use their proboscis, a tube used to drink nectar and honey, to break the honey comb.

Their ranges stretches from the Middle East, as far south as the southern tip of Africa, as far north as southern Great Britain, as far east as India and western Saudi Arabia, and as far west as the Canary Islands and Azores. It is known to move into western Eurasia, but a majority do not survive the winter.

Mating This moth has multiple generations per year. In Africa, the broods are continuous. In the northern range, the larva overwinter in the pupal stage. Eggs are laid singly on the underside of species in mainly Solanaceae but also Physalis, Verbenaceae, Cannabaceae, Oleaceae, Pedaliaceae and others.

Predators This moth can emit a special squeak noise by sucking in air to vibrate a flap in its mouth and throat. The purpose of this squeak is unclear, but the two hypotheses are it is to scare away predators or to mimic the sound of a queen bee makes for the workers to stop moving to easier raid beehives for honey. They are also immune to bee venom and can mimic the scent of bees.

Fun Fact This moth has appeared many times in pop culture as symbols of death and evil:

It appeared in The Hireling Shepherd, Bram Stoker's Dracula, Un Chien Andalou, the promotional marquee posters for The Silence of the Lambs, in the music video to Massive Attack's single, "Butterfly Caught,” and on the American edition's cover of José Saramago's novel Death with Interruptions.

It is mentioned in Susan Hill's Gothic horror novel I'm the King of the Castle and John Keats’s "Ode to Melancholy.”

It is referred to in The Mothman Prophecies.

Finally, the moth is used as a calling card by the serial killer Buffalo Bill. However, in the movie script they are referred to under a different species of death’s-head hawkmoths.

(Source: Wikipedia, Simple English Wikipedia)

[3rdeyeblaque]

On Dec 15th, we venerate Elevated Ancestor & Saint Tataηka Íyotake aka Chief Sitting Bull on the 133rd anniversary of his passing 🕊 [for our Hoodoos of First Nations descent]

Sitting Bull, of the Hunkpapa Lakota, was a fierce political leader & holy man known to be a great father, husband, & friend to all. Under him, all the Lakota bands united for survival in the Northern Plains, as he spearheaded their resistance against European invasion. He was known for his legendary courage, unyielding defiance toward U.S. military power, & contemptuous of the many broken U.S. political promises.

Tatáŋka Íyotake was born to a prominent family of chiefs on the Grand River in present-day South Dakota at a place called, "Many Caches" - known for its abundant food storage pits. He was given his name, which described a buffalo bull sitting intractably on his haunches. This, he would grow live up to.

As a young man, Tatáŋka Íyotake joined two prominent groups within his community. He became a distinguished member of the Silent Eaters (a group concerned with tribal welfare) & leader of the Strong Heart Warrior Society. At 14, he joined his father & uncles on a raid against the Crow. Here, he first encountered White soldiers as the U.S. Army had mounted a broad campaign in retaliation for the Santee Rebellion in Minnesota, enchanting the Lakota had no affiliation with. That following year, in 1816, Tatáŋka Íyotake fought U.S. troops again at the Battle of Killdeer Mountain. Later, in 1865, he led a siege against the newly established Fort Rice in North Dakota. Widely respected for his bravery & insight, in 1868, Tatáŋka Íyotake became Head Chief of Lakota Nation.

By 1874, the stage for war between Sitting Bull & the US Army was set once an expedition led by General George Armstrong Custer confirmed gold had been discovered in the Dakota Territory’s the Black Hills, an area sacred to the Lakota bands. This land was decreed off-limits to white settlement by the Fort Laramie Treaty of 1868. Despite this ban, prospectors began a rush to the Black Hills. Once U.S. government efforts to purchase the Black Hills failed, the Fort Laramie Treaty was dismissed. The commissioner of Indian Affairs decreed that all Lakota not settled on reservations by January 31, 1876, would be considered hostile.

Rightfully so, Sitting Bull and his people held their ground. In March, 3 lines of federal troops invaded the area. Sitting Bull summoned the Lakota and their allies, the Cheyenne, & Arapaho to his camp on Rosebud Creek in Montana Territory. There, he led them in the sundance ritual, offering prayers to Wakáŋ Táŋka (Great Spirit). Sitting Bull slashed his arms 100 times in sacrifice for his people. During this ceremony, he shared that he'd had a vision. He saw soldiers falling into the Lakota camp like grasshoppers falling from the sky.

Inspired by this vision, the Oglala Lakota leader, War Chief Crazy Horse, set out for battle with a band of 500 warriors at the Battle of the Rosebud. To celebrate this victory, the Lakota moved their camp to the valley of the Little Bighorn River. They were joined by 3,000 more Native warriors who had abandoned the reservations to follow Sitting Bull.

On June 25th, the U.S. 7th Cavalry launched their attack under George Armstrong Custer. They rushed the Indian encampment as if in fulfillment of Sitting Bull’s vision. Yet they were severely outnumbered & thus defeated. White outrage at this military catastrophe spurred thousands more cavalrymen to the area. Over the next year, they relentlessly pursued the Lakota bands.

Though many were forced into surrender, Sitting Bull remained defiant. In May 1877, he led his band to Canada, beyond the reach of the U.S. Army. When a U.S. General traveled north to audaciously offer him a pardon in exchange for settling on a reservation, Sitting Bull angrily dismissed him.

Four years later, in the wake of European invaders driving the Buffalo to near instinction, Sitting Bull found it nearly impossible to feed his people. So, he moved south to face surrender. On July 19, 1881, Sitting Bull’s young son handed his father’s rifle to the U.S. commanding officer of Fort Buford in Montana. Through this action, Sitting Bull hoped to teach his son “that he had become a friend of the Americans.” He also said, “I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.” He asked for the right to cross back & forth into Canada whenever he wished & for a reservation of his own on the Little Missouri River near the Black Hills. Instead, he was sent to Standing Rock Reservation. His warm reception there raised Army fears about a fresh uprising. So, Sitting Bull and his people were taken further down the Missouri River to Fort Randall. They were held as prisoners of war for nearly 2 more years.

Finally, on May 10, 1883, Sitting Bull rejoined his tribe at Standing Rock. The Indian Agent in charge of the reservation was determined to deny him any special privileges. And so, Sitting Bull was forced to work in the plantation fields. Yet when a delegation of U.S. Senators came to discuss opening part of the reservation to Whitea, he spoke forcefully, though futilely, against it.

In 1885, Sitting Bull was allowed to leave the reservation to join Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show. He earned $50 a week for riding once around the arena. Sitting Bull also named his price for his autograph & picture. Unable to tolerate White society any longer, he stayed with the show for 4 months.

Returning to Standing Rock, Sitting Bull lived in a cabin near his birthplace on the Grand River; still rejecting the seeds of the colonialism - Christianity & giving up the traditional ways of life - as the reservation’s rules required. He did, however, send his children to a Christian school because he believed the next generation of Lakota would need the education of their oppressors to survive in the new world.

Here, he had another vision. He saw a meadowlark on a hillock beside him say,“Your own people, Lakotas, will kill you.” Nearly 5 years later, this vision would come to fruition.

In the fall of 1890, a Minŋecoŋjou Lakota named Kicking Bear came to Sitting Bull with news of the Ghost Dance, a ceremony that promised to rid the land of colonizers & restore the Indian way of life. Lakota had already adopted the ceremony at the Pine Ridge & Rosebud Reservations, and Indian Agents there had already called for troops to bring the growing movement under control.

At Standing Rock, the authorities feared Sitting Bull, still revered as a powerful spiritual leader, would join the Ghost Dancers as well. They sent 43 Lakota police officers to seize him. Before dawn on December 15th1890, the officers burst into Sitting Bull’s cabin & dragged him outside, where his followers were gathering to protect him. In the gunfight that followed, one of the Lakota police officers shot Sitting Bull in the head.

Today, Sitting Bull rests close to his birthplace near Mobridge, South Dakota. A granite shaft marks his grave.

"They claim this mother of ours, the Earth, for their own use, and fence their neighbors away from her, and deface her with their buildings and their refuse." - Sitting Bull.

We pour libations & give him💐 today as we celebrate him for his inspirational leadership, fearless figuring spirit, power in prayer, & his deep faith in Great Spirit.

Offering suggestions: a smoking pipe with tobacco, Lakota music, bison meat served with wild potatoes & prairie turnips

‼️Note: offering suggestions are just that & strictly for veneration purposes only. Never attempt to conjure up any spirit or entity without proper divination/Mediumship counsel.‼️

[rabbitcruiser]

Peace River, AB (No. 8)

Physiographically, the Town of Peace River lies within the Peace River Formation, a stratigraphical unit of middle Albian age in the Western Canadian Sedimentary Basin. The area developed on sediments of the former lake bottom of Glacial Lake Peace, which covered most of the areas in the region that were below 610 m in elevation.

The specific landform in which the town is situated is the Peace River Lowland which was incised by the Peace River and its tributaries right through the area's former glacial lake sediments and into the Cretaceous bedrock. The Peace River Lowlands is flanked by the Buffalo Head Hills to the east and the Whitemud and Clear Hills to the west.

The general area is categorized ecologically as aspen parkland with mixedwood stands understory. There is a variety of wetland habitats in the area with several being quite marshy with shallow water, soft bottoms, and abundant aquatic vegetation. Some of the lakes and sloughs are used by various waterfowls, both migrating and resident, for nesting. The parkland also supports a host of terrestrial and aquatic animals. It is also Canada's most northerly agricultural region.

Source: Wikipedia

[rdr2fallout]

RDR2 HEADCANNONS GO!!

SPOILERS FOR RDR2!

First off, ARTHUR IS FINE, WHAT HILL? WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT!?

Secondly, I do believe Micah was a rat but he was using his position as an informant to get rid of members like Arthur and John because they posed a threat to Micahs position into the Gang.

Thirdly, I do not believe the Strange man isn't death but so much a harbinger. Trying to get bad people to do good deeds before they die. Its why he seems so disappointed by your bad actions in rdr1.

Fourthly, Red Harlow exists, but much like buffalo Bill and his stories, he became so big and talked about that the true red Harlow probably wouldn't be the same.

I think red dead revolver is most like an embellishment on the real story. Much like how the 1960s wild west films made the west more exciting than it probably was..

Finally, I don't believe Dutch mental decline was due to the head injury from the tram robbery but multiple head injuries and overall stress, basically mentally frying him. He made himself go mad basically. Him shooting Michah was probably the last good idea he ever had.

[fromagonytoirony]

People I'd Like To Know Better

I was tagged by the ever interesting @deadweight-at7am !

Last song: Drown by Microwave from their album Much Love. Absolutely love that album.

Favorite color: Purple. Im a sucker for it. Honorable mentions, Coral, Burgundy, and Aquamarine. Even though I only wear black dont let that fool you, I love vibrancy.

Last book read: I don’t read nearly as much as I’d like to but last book i remember reading was “Negros With Guns” by Robert F. Williams. Highly recommend, gives you a firsthand account of how black people fought against jim crow antics and what ultimately inspired the rise of culturally important mindsets that were adopted by Malcolm X and the Black Panthers.

Last movie: Technically a documentary on The Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (spoiler alert they are beyond fucked up) but last MOVIE movie? T2 Judgement Day. Terminator 2 will forever be one of my favorite movies, Ive watched the gallaria scene an unhealthy amount of times.

Last Show: good question… I think it was Regular Show or Seinfeld. Either way, both are hilarious in their own respective ways.

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: BROWNIES/CHURROS, MEATBALLS, and BUFFALO CHICKEN. I think that’s what you mean? I will never say no these.

Relationship: Single. Last girl I was seeing claimed that she was smarter than everyone and started quoting what she called “apocalypse TikTok” about conspiracy theories. I don’t think I really have to say more.

Last thing I looked up: Electric basses 😔 I LOVE my Schecter Stiletto Stealth but I also kinda maybe want Daniel Firth’s (bassist of the legendary Cradle of Filth) signature CTHULU GREEN Schecter Hellraiser Extreme bass…

Current Obsession: aside from my normal everyday ones of cute animals and music? Radiation. I enjoy learning and Ive been obsessed with learning about nuclear incidents and the insanely real threats of radiation on the human body and how radiation works on the subatomic level. After researching more on it ( I highly recommend Kyle Hill on YouTube and his half-life docu series) I can’t wrap my head around the blase attitude of proper radioactivity safety information being circulated. Time/Distance/Shielding is just as important as stop drop and roll.

Looking forward to: A very dear friend of mine who Ive known since we were 12, him and his wife had their first child less than a week ago so can’t wait to meet little baby Rory.

Tag people you would like to know more about @joleen-xx @kinkyclaire12 @until-it-fades @noraxbones @n0thing-shameful @hollysimone

[survivalist-anon]

Log 3: A new breed of man

8:30 am, waking up from another sleepless night. I prepared my usual breakfast of coffee and eggs. After my week leave, it was about time to comeback to the office....or at least what I consider my office. I work at an wildlife rehabilitation center and reserve, since my wonderful history education career didn't pan out in the I hoped it would....I guess I had to fall back on my previous passion...nature, animals and staying as far away from people as I could be allowed to.

I was just about to enjoy the last bite of my eggs until my phone rang. I could see it was my boss, James (head researcher, local forest ranger for the county, and my ever patient boss.).

I pick it up and answer, "Hey James, I'm heading there as soon as I can ".

"Ah no worries, take your time. I just want to phone in a favor of yah, I need you to head to Mr.Bellcaller's hardware store and pick a few fencing equipment and some other gunbins. I texted you the list just in case. You're up for it?"

Since I come in at least an hour later than everyone else at the center, I'm usually the errand girl before my shift begins...it's nothing really, I actually like to help out if I can. The center's fundings have been cut by the town recently, so any amount of help...well...helps.

"You know it, I should be there in a bit. I'll see you later, sir."

Gives his usual chuckle on the other, "that's my girl. You're going to be on light duty for the week, hope you don't mind making the feed and filing paperwork."

Letting out a releaved sigh, I usually hate those duties but this week I sort of want to lay low. "Thanks James, see you later.", I hang up, pack up my work gear.

A half an hour later I'm at the hardware store. Mr and Mrs Bellcaller were one of the last members of one of the founding families here in Pine Hills. They have the town's utmost respect and most of us consider them the town's designated Grandparents. Their grandkids were around but most of their family lives in Portland.

As I'm looking at the list, it's all fencing material, repair equipment and a few tools. "oh boy...well at least it's not that much." As I get the tools, leaving the larger purchases for last, I hear the door bell ringing as another customer comes in.

"Oh good morning. Welcome back to Bellcaller's Tool Shop, how can we help you today?", Mrs.Bellcaller warmly greets them.

A low, stern and curt tone gently bellowed within earshot, "Greetings, I again require the following building necessities. If your business provides them. It would be greatly appreciated by me and my brothers.", if concrete had a voice....I just heard it.

I head up to the counter and what I find can only be described in one phrase. That is one HUGE man.

An extremely tall, double....no....tripled built man, his muscles taking a space that was only matched by his aura, whom already looked visibly constraint from the claustrophobic space he was in was being attended by Mrs.Bellcaller.

"Oh goodness, well thank you young man. I would also very much appreciate helping you.", she didn't seem mind this guy's absolutely strangeness, couldn't she see that this guy was easily 7 or 8 feet tall. He was dressed up in work casual construction clothes. This man was a monument in a hard hat.

I could barely comprehend what I was looking at... until his smell hit my nostrils. It was a harsh, musk, this guy was what a buffalo was to a regular dairy cow. That wasn't even the strangest part, his stench was doing things to me I'm too embarrassed to elaborate on....I haven't felt this crazy level of sexual high in my life. As I looked at one of the other patrons too see if I wasn't hallucinating what I was feeling, I saw one of the wives of the local farmers here picking up an order. I've never seen another woman so publicly hot and bothered, she couldn't stop looking at him. I'd be worried if I was her husband.

As for me, I was huffing, my heart pounding, I actually thought I was having a panic attack....no...this was so primal I was visibly embarrassed. I couldn't look away from him. Tall, the apex of masculinity, he literally was everything anyone would want out of a man... well physically so to speak.

But he was lazor focused. He didn't look around, he didn't even acknowledge anyone around him. His gaze was harsh, yet...it wasn't scary. It's the same look most men in the military give.

As for Mrs.Bellcaller, I could barely imagine what she's feeling.

She comes back out with a sizable box of industrial nuts and bolts, a few hammers and a farming drill used for drilling holes in much harder clay deposits.

"Oh and the concrete mix is just out in the back, Jack is loading up for you as we speak deary.", she casually notified him.

The man's expression had not changed, but his toned softened at the unexpected help, "Please pardon my ill-kept manners, madame. I shall assist your husband.", he placed a small bag in front of her. She simply takes the bag and places it under the counter for later. "Thank you, your business has been most essential to our cause."

"Oh thank you sweetheart, have a blessed day.", as she waved to him, the man released his 'parade rest' position and robotically walk out the door, carefully trying not to hit the doorway.

It felt like forever, a just a still silence, with the hefty sent of literal manhood still lingering in the store.

"God Dang it, finally that brick shit house has left the building. Smelling like a bull in its worst rut possible, do folks don't know how to shower anymore?! Come on Bridgette!", the man leaves with his wife in tow, probably feeling as emasculated as possible looking at the guy.

"~oh my lord!", it's clear she got it a lot worse since she was across the aisle from him.

I sheepishly walked to the counter, my head was starting to slowly clear. "...ugh...wow...ugh...oh..yeah..um...d-do you have this fencing stuff Mrs Bellcaller?"

How was she so damn calm? She isn't even breaking a sweat....

"Oh hellow Lorey, how are you doin love? Are you doing better? I was mortified when I heard what had happened to Micheal, my dearest condolences.", she gave me a concerned look. She was the closest thing to a real grandmother I could ever ask for.

"Oh, I'm doing better, thank you for asking...also..ugh is it hot in here or something?", I just needed to make sure I wasn't just losing composer because of my hormones.

She giggled a little, "Oh no, but don't worry sweetheart I don't blame you. That gentleman has been coming her for three years now. Handsome fella too! I just love seeing how the men here get all riled up when he and his brothers from that work come over for supplies."

"b-brothers?", I ask.

"oh yes! All just as tall as him.", as she finished her statement Mr.Bellcaller came from the back.

"ooowee. If ain't for Bill paying for all the equipment he buys we'd be out of business by now Margaret. Fine boy too. Just wondering why is he so high strung. Worse than the soldiers up at Tillamook.", he wiped his forehead of his sweat.

"Bill?", I ask again.

"Oh hey Lorey, yep. His name's Bill. Bill Dorn, must be German or something. Anyways, I see yeah need new fencing? Hmm, hopefully we'll be getting some better quality stuff soon. Folks around here have been investing more and more in home protection.", he gave a short jolly smile.

"ah, I can imagine. Again thanks for the help."

After a few minutes of loading the rest of the equipment, I waved goodbye to the Bellcaller's and headed to work. The lingering.... inappropriate thoughts...still putting in a mood I hadn't felt in months.

I arrived at work around 9 or so. With equipment in tow.

"Well well well, if it ain't 'Bear Grills' herself, how's it going!", Jonas, a coworker of mine greeted me with her usual energy. "I heard yah almost bit the dust, what happened?", it was less out of genuine concern and more out of morbid curiosity.

I let out another, exhausted sigh, "it was a big...metal man... with spikes all over his body...I shot an arrow at him...and....boom...'sloded. I have no idea what else happened or why it did.", the story had become shorter and shorter every time I tell it.

"ah what! That's so cool! Is it true that it killed yo-", James walks in hearing a potential fight happened, "That's enough Jonas! Ah there you are Lorey, thanks for stopping by Bellcaller's. Any news from town?", James was always quick to stop any infighting amongst the staff.

"yeah ugh....do any of you know a guy named Bill Dorn?", I see only one person in the office who could have any information on him.

"Oh I know Dorn and his 'brothers'", it was Jeff....

".....what the hell is he doing here?", I already was geared up by Jonas, I didn't need Jeff making it worse for me either.

James unfortunately was reluctant to answer, "Ah yes, Deputy Jeff-"

" Sheriff Deputy Jeff. I have to use the official title now. As per agency policy.", interrupting James.

".... Sheriff Deputy Jeff Colt wanted to stop by as check on you, that's all." By this point, I only knew center had my back because everyone at the wildlife center has had a run in with local PD, most of which resulted in arrests.

"Yes, and I insist on making sure you're safe. Look I understand our past hasn't been the most peachest. But, I still love you.", the sugar in that confession was enough to kill an elephant.

"anyways, I wouldn't go near that...freak. Damn near crushed my hand when we shook. Almost was tempted in slapping him with an "assault of an officer charge". That big lug just stared at me like he nothing going on inside that skull of his. I say he's no good. Probably just some city-slicker.", he crossed his arms thinking his statements had any weight.

No one in the room gave a shit about Jeff's statement, especially me. Jeffrey Colt has been part of the force for a little over a year and he's become a completely different person. He's gain a lot of weight, he's been over bearing with his duties and has already ruined his reputation as the Pine Hills Highschool football champion because of it.

"If you did, you would have cared about a little more enough not to cheat on me.", I did not care anymore on keeping that part a secret, at the same time no one truly knew the real reason why I broke up with him. We both agreed no to say what it was.

The frustration on his face was visible but even knew what I was doing. "hmf, well. I still care enough to make sure you ain't getting yourself hurt, good day. I've got more important duties to attend to." He leaves in a huff.

James, Jonas and several other volunteers look back at me worried. I look at all of their faces, I clear my throat and redo my ponytail that had gotten a little loose on the way to work.

"I'm fine.... everything is fine. He's just being an idiot.", I grab some of the center's paperwork and head to the filing office.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Meanwhile, 30 miles north of Pine Hills:

As the long expansive road stretches on for another few miles, the cramped conditions of the truck begin to finally bother Bill.

"hhhhhhhggggggg", he gently turns on the already broken knob of the truck radio.

"Reports of Mystery Armored Entities continue to rise as the spring season begins. Residence within the Albany county, Portland City limits and even reports as far east of the nation in Utah, Chicago, Michigan, Virginia, Georgia and Florida have be reporting these strange and potentially dang-", Bill changes the station, "You're listening to 106.8 Country F.M, where easy listening goes out West!", as a soft country song starts playing, it eases Bill's mind, helping him focus on his mission back home.

Sternly, he looks ahead of him, turns left off road, heading down a tired trail ment for military personnel long decommissioned.

After the bumpy trail ends, he arrives at a make shift metal wall, guarded by one of the metal men. Wearing striking yellow armor, with an insignia of a black fist held proudly up on his left shoulder.

"Hault, Password!", he shouted.

Bill just dryly rolled his window down and stared at the armored individual. "We need bigger vehicles."

"Password Accepted!", the armored man humored his clearly disgruntled brother, "welcome home Bilhard."

Bilhard, waved, thanking his brother. Driving another five minutes, he arrives at a construction site, one that had been painstakingly built in secret for several decades, as expansion for the sit now extends for an unknown amount of feet underground.

"hm, time to continue the Emperor's good work.", gets out of his cramped truck, stretching his arms out.

End of log 3

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If you don't mind answering what are your favourite travel destinations? Which do you recommend and where would you like to go?

What do you most enjoy about a new city? Art, museums, nature or something else? What remains your priority?

I love this question! Thank you for asking. This will be a bit long, so I'll pop under a cut.

My favourite places I've ever visited have been British Columbia, Iceland, Sorrento, Paris, Goa, Prague and Ghent.

British Columbia felt like coming home for me, as I used to live in Canada. I also love being in nature, so being among the beautiful mountains and lakes, and being able to climb and canoe them respectively was incredible.

Iceland is great - if you can drive - it's not a country that is particularly accessible without your own transportation. It's the ideal mixture of nature and city. I definitely want to go back here. I've named a city for each country I've listed, this is the only country where I haven't, as I would highly recommend exploring and not settling in one place for too long.

Sorrento was the perfect combination of nature and city break. It was close enough to Vesuvius so that we could climb it and visit the surrounding vineyards, and we also got to trek some of the Amalfi Coast and swim in the sea. The city itself is gorgeous and was just really fun to walk around. Best negroni sbagliato I've ever had too!

I adore Paris. I know it's a Marmite kind of place for lots of people, and I am on the end of the spectrum that loves it. The history, the culture. I could never get bored. I love walking along the Seine, grabbing cheese, baguette and red wine, and sitting in a park and watching the red squirrels. Once you figure out the metro, it's really easy to navigate around, and if you can speak decent French then everyone is very friendly.

I spent a month in Goa when I was 21 and there is nowhere else like it on earth. I would walk to the beach each morning, along the same road where the Buddhist monks would lead their elephant to temple, then through a forest of coconut trees that had water buffalo all seeking shade. The sand was white, the sea was insanely blue, and it's just really chilled. At night, it comes alive with vibrant markets and night clubs that flash strobe lighting from the tops of hills and blast really loud trance music.

I love the history of Prague. It's a really beautiful city, and you never run out of things to do and see no matter how many times you visit. I love the cathedral and the astronomy tower.

Ghent has an excellent music scene - lots of grimy d-beat and grindcore bands pass through and play tiny venues. The street art is also amazing, and has lots of cute little independent pubs and restaurants.

For me, I like to be outdoors, so I prefer destinations that have mountains I can climb, places to walk, swim, etc. But I really enjoy city breaks, if the place is historical and has lots to see and do.

We are heading to The Netherlands in April (we go every year for a festival), but are also planning trips to Croatia and Norway for later in the year.

On my bucket list is New Orleans, Romania (I am desperate to see the Carpathian mountains and forest - we were supposed to go in 2020, but couldn't because of COVID) and Bali.