#Sun Shelters

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Versatility of Sun Shelters Transforming Outdoor Living

Sun shelters emerge as indispensable companions, offering respite from the sun's rays and transforming open spaces into havens of comfort and relaxation. From their practical applications to their impact on health and well-being, sun shelters play a pivotal role in enhancing the outdoor living experience.

Sun shelters serve as crucial guardians against the harmful effects of UV rays. As we become increasingly aware of the risks associated with prolonged sun exposure, the role of sun shelters in providing a shaded retreat gains significance. These shelters become sanctuaries where individuals can enjoy outdoor activities while minimizing the risk of sunburns and long-term skin damage, contributing to overall sun safety.

One of the defining features of sun shelters is their portability. The lightweight and collapsible design of many sun shelters makes them ideal for on-the-go shading. Whether at the beach, a camping site, or a backyard picnic, the convenience of setting up a sun shelter ensures that individuals can create their shaded oasis wherever their outdoor adventures take them.

Sun shelters come in a variety of designs and sizes, showcasing their versatility in adapting to varied settings. From compact pop-up tents suitable for solo outings to expansive gazebos that accommodate family and friends, the diverse options cater to different needs and preferences. This adaptability ensures that sun shelters seamlessly integrate into a range of outdoor environments.

[wilsonmybeloved]

doodle and a colored sweeney wanna-be 4 today

[kiruamon]

Cat AU - Sketch dump 3

When they come to the door just to welcome you back.

Moon and Sun where looking a lot after Eclipse during the first days when he was brought home from the vet by their owner. They were just glad to have him back in their lives.

Eclipse was officially welcomed to the family as soon as he was feeling better!

Eclipse wants to play with you!

Playtime!

Moon's not a fan of laundry day. And will stay put in front of the washing machine the whole time.

And up they go!

When your kitten grows:

Final picture of them napping together.

[cuubism]

unfortunately for my sanity i am thinking about them again [sheltered rich boy dream and feral child hob]

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In retrospect, it was fitting that the first time Dream met Hob, he was breaking a rule.

It hadn’t been easy. Dream did not like to lie, and wasn’t very good at it besides. And breaking rules made him nervous. Broken rules carried consequences. But he’d needed to get out of the house, just for a moment. To clear his head. And just going for a walk was not a good enough reason to leave the house when he could be doing something more productive. Something better. Make some use of yourself, Dream.

So Dream had crafted a little story of extra studying, extra work, and managed to slip out. Dream did not always tell the truth, could not, but usually he lived in the shadows left by omission. The outward lie was bitter on the back of his tongue.

But he’d been freed. And now he was wandering. He did not often get the chance to wander, untended, unobserved. Making his unsteady way down the winding road leading out of the estate, and then into town, where he’d never really walked before. It was just getting late, almost sunset on a Thursday evening, and the streets were fairly quiet, only a handful of people about. And Dream wandered, not quite knowing what to do with himself but enjoying the quiet in his head.

Possibly meandering about on his own was a bad idea. Possibly he’d be hit by a car or attacked by a madman. He didn’t think he much cared.

And that was when he met Hob. That first dip of his toes into freedom.

He was sitting on a bench in the park, watching the small scattering of pigeons pecking for seeds by the fountain. Dream had always liked birds, but it wasn’t often he had the chance to sit and just watch them. He studied their patterns, mentally tracking the shapes they traversed, their mathematical lines. He should have brought his sketchbook. It would have been nice to work from live subjects, for once.

He was deep in his thoughts, in the calming trickle of the fountain and the repetitive paths of the birds, when another boy about his age plopped down on the bench beside him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look so depressed while feeding birds.”

The birds had fluttered up in disarray at the sudden motion, but settled down again quickly. Dream looked at the other boy askance, irritated at his rare peace being interrupted.

“Do you often speak with people who are busy feeding birds?” he asked, unable to keep the annoyance from his tone.

“Only when they’re broody and mysterious,” said the boy. He wasn’t wearing a school uniform, but he must have been college age, like Dream. Dream was still wearing his jacket and trousers, for his own part. Everything about this boy was looser, really, from his longish brown hair, to his jeans and t-shirt. It made Dream feel very uptight in comparison, which was not a fact about himself he needed reinforced. He already knew it. “Do you often feed birds?”

“I am not feeding them,” Dream said. “They are eating what was there.”

“Just spying on them, then,” said the boy teasingly. Dream did not know what to do about being teased with what seemed like lightheartedness rather than mockery, and so didn’t respond.

“Seriously,” said the boy. “Are you okay?”

Then Dream did look at his face properly. He had very kind, very genuine eyes, was the first thing Dream noticed. It was not something he noticed about a lot of people. Perhaps it was not something a lot of people possessed.

Then the boy smiled at him, a soft, kind smile. It transformed his whole face from something merely pleasant to something lovely.

“Is that why you have come over?”

The boy shrugged. “You looked sad and alone. I’ve been sad and alone before, so I don’t think anyone else should.”

Dream bristled. “I am not sad and alone.”

“Just alone, then?”

Dream’s mouth popped open in affront, and then shut. Then he said, “Are you always so familiar and impertinent with strangers?”

“‘Familiar and impertinent,’” echoed the boy, with a laugh. “Sure. Are you always so snooty and aristocratic?”

“Yes,” said Dream, and he laughed louder.

“Honest though.” He stuck his hand out. “I’m Hob.”

Dream nearly said, What kind of name is Hob? but swiftly realized the hypocrisy. Gingerly, he took Hob’s hand. “…Dream.”

“What kind of name is Dream?” said Hob, and Dream sighed. “And you really don’t have to shake my hand like a king deigning to touch the peasants. I’m not diseased.”

“I don’t like to touch people,” Dream said, taking his hand back. “Peasant or otherwise.”

“Peasant or otherwise,” Hob echoed. He didn’t seem offended. He was smiling.

“Are you here because you felt I should be taught a lesson? Is that it?”

“Nah. I just get bored easily.” Hob turned to watch the pigeons again, tapping his fingers restlessly against the bench. “I was out and about. You looked interesting. You wanna go for a walk?”

“…Why?” But Dream knew why. He had learned it as he’d wandered the streets, freed for the first time.

Hob shrugged. “Just to do it.”

Dream had stepped out of his comfort zone once today already. He supposed he could do so again. If Hob turned out to be an adolescent serial killer at least the end of his life would hold intrigue. “Very well.”

Hob grinned, so bright it struck some deep, static bell in Dream’s chest and set it ringing. “Come on.”

[im-bored-so-i-draw]

just some iterators as proud scug owners

[ranticore]

OH YEAH what are avarage life expectancies for sirenians?

Probably what you'd expect! For the sake of not hurting my head, these are earth years. The zeta are the shortest-lived, growing old around 60-70. Then it's the landstrider harpies with an average lifespan of 80 (no coincidence that the terrestrial ones have the shortest lifespans). then any given harpy hybrid around 100ish, the same as the average human life expectancy at the time of settling.

Shortwings and longwings actually have the same longevity with an expectancy of 120ish years, but shortwings become markedly elderly much sooner than longwings and usually lose their ability to fly in their 80s. Flying is much easier for longwings, and a very elderly longwing can fly right up til they die of old age, though by then they won't be flapping, only active gliding like an albatross.

Selkies can expect to live about 130 years if nothing goes wrong. The sea is a dangerous place to live and a high infant mortality tends to drag the average down, but if they survive adolescence their chances of living til old age shoot up.

Phocids are the biggest but also the slowest growing and they don't even reach their full length until they're 30-35 years old, or older in some cases (esp. polar individuals). They have a similar issue with infant mortality skewing averages but many villages' all-bearers, the eldest and most experienced phocids who run the villages, can be over 200 years old. Just good luck getting there

[puppyeared]

i wrote this as a joke because I wanted to strangle a guy watching tiktoks without headphones on the bus, but im genuinely disturbed that we've gotten to a point where convenience comes first. and it depresses me even more that its used to justify and monetize greed

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Hi Salome!!! Hope you’re doing good and healing well ❤️ I have a question: how old is Konig in DOG? (Also thank you for writing this deranged, sexy creep I love him so much I want to kiss him on the forehead and put him in my pocket)

Aww ty! 🥰💞 I was originally supposed to keep DOG König's age undefined but because there's a birthday scene at the end of this fic it sort of has to be disclosed ^^

So our doggy is currently 36 and will turn 37 in a few months 🐶 He's a summer child!

[cosmic-kinglet]

Guuuuuyyyyyys!!!! I'm freaking out!!!!!!

First of all, it was SO funny seeing Eclipse left completely unsure of what to do in this interaction! Like, Lunar's just here talking casually with him, and with no shouting or confrontation, Eclipse just has no idea what to do! He's giving the answers he knows his original self would have. But then, Lunar brings up a point. He told Eclipse he could hit him if he wanted to, leading to Eclipse just being completely baffled. When Lunar then just directly asked if Eclipse WANTED to hit him, Eclipse delivered such obvious deflection that even Lunar picked up on it! The true answer WAS 'no', but that feeling and the memories he has conflict too much, so he just chooses to insult Lunar instead. Because what other option does he have? He DOESN'T want to hit Lunar, so all that's left is obviously just to yell at him and insult him. That's what the memories show his two options being.

And then, we have even more instances of Eclipse directly stating that he isn't the 'real' Eclipse. And beyond that, he DOWNRIGHT SAYS what I talked about yesterday! He KNOWS that everyone sees him as the original Eclipse, so he thinks there's no point in trying to be any different! I'm honestly sort of surprised that he admitted this to Lunar! Still, he's not going to bother trying to convince Sun, and DEFINITELY Moon, or this because he knows in his mind that it wouldn't make a difference. So, he might as well just keep up that image, especially since it's all he knows anyway.

He keeps complaining about people trying to "psychoanalyze" him, but like, how could anyone NOT?! He keeps so much to himself, that it's pretty much the only way to come anywhere close to understanding him!

[inahandful-of-dust]

Grisha Powers

Shadow Summoner

Sun Summoner

[helmarok]

team rocket being a happy family compilation to compensate for the writers kicking them in the face

[malwarechips]

thinkging about me and my partner's rain world modern au

[amymaleneart]

Raven smiles brightly at their offer, wings puffing up. She shifts the humans in her grip so that she can give a one arm hug to both Sun and Moon.

Artemis wakes up, then coos at Uma, who gives her a warm look. Then the kit starts gnawing on Raven's fingers

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!!! I won't let you down!"

She pulls away, looking down at Uma and Artemis, "Did you hear that you guys?! I get to take you home with me! Isn't that amazing?!"

Uma gives her a small smile while Artemis continues to teethe.

"I'll have to tell my roommate, and I'm sure he'll love you guys to death!"

Raven continues to rabble on and on about what she can do to help make her two new humans comfortable, while turning and heading to the shelter's sign-out desk.

Sun and Moon are more than happy to hear that Ms. Raven has agreed to take in the two humans for the time being. And who knows, the way she is talking up a storm with them, it might end up as a foster-fail and she ends up adopting them.

Before they left, Sun made sure to set up an appointment for Artemis's next round of shots. And Moon gave Ms. Raven their contact information if she needs to contact them if she was any inquiries.

The brothers always loved visiting the shelter every month, but today must be one of their favorite trips they ever made.

The End

I want to say a special thank you to @ravenwriter16 for this amazing rpg asks adventure. It was fun world building this alien au. Check out her tumblr page and her ao3 page to view her other creative projects.

And I also hope this brings a new perspective of what it could be like for all the pets that are left at the shelters, and the hardships they go through their lives. I encourage to help out (if you can of course) for your local shelter, whither it's with donations, volunteering time, fostering or even adoption.

The ask box is still open for Dr. Sun and Dr. Moon. The rules still apply that you need to indicate you are an alien or you'll automatically be viewed as a human.

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[deathsmallcaps]

*sees a post talking about how farming in the summer must be perfect and sweet and warm*

*laughs in farm worker*

[cyphyree]

Btw

trans people, genderqueer people, nonbinary people, polyamorous people, aro-spec and/or ace-spec people, intersex people, bigender people, questioning people, 2-spirited people, people whose gender and sexual orientation does or doesn't fit with our current volcabulary and/or is a combination of experiences (regardless how diverse or specific or seemingly ""contradictory"")........

I love you all.

You're all wonderful. You all shine. My world is made better and more beautiful with you being here. I used to view identity in binary boxes and thought, wow that's a lot to explore. But you've all shown me that I've only been looking at a few flower pots--that in fact, there is an infinite garden out there, a sea of flora, all lovely and dazzling in their own way. A garden that forever expands, forever has more to discover, and forever made more beautiful by its every single individual part.

I see you. I Want to see you, however you are, however you want to be seen. I want you to live as you, and for you to love you. I want you to be happy and your stories told. I want you to be safe.

I want to thank you for being you. You make the world all the richer.

[raptorrobot]

YES YES GABRIEL SOPPING WET KITTEN ARC YES YES

heaven's poorest little meow meow........ he's like a tamagotchi who hasn't been fed for several days