#leave no trace

[bunnyeaves]

[djkerr]

Parker being Parker 😂💗

NCIS 20x04 Leave No Trace

[counterbury-tales]

Yellowstone

Slice #304

[nmnomad]

The humpback figure with a handprint above its head is likely the Humpback God Ghaan'ask'idii, known for his trademark hump that radiates eagle feathers. The hump is thought to contain seeds and mist. He is portrayed as a deified mountain sheep (note the horns)."

[filmswithoutfaces]

Leave No Trace  2018 | dir. Debra Granik

[moonlight0934]

Loneliness

Bruce likes to sit down at the Batcomputer, closing his eyes as he imagines the sounds of laughter from Dick first, then Jason. Now it’s quiet, it’s like they were never even there. Everywhere he looks, he sees things that make him think of his children, but he still can’t seem to find any proof of what he lost.

Then one day a child approaches him, tells him that he’s going too far. That he’s hurting people, including himself. He has dark hair, intelligent eyes, and a determined face though Bruce can’t see most of it. He doesn’t look as happy, or as carefree as Bruce’s children would. The way they would smile, and their faces would light up.

He blows the kid off without paying any attention to who he is, or what he’s saying. He goes home to drink for a while before passing out on his bed. Bruce doesn’t see the kid for a few days, almost long enough to stop thinking about him, but then he walks down the stairs to a small black haired boy sitting at his dining room table.

He feels his heart start to hurt when it takes him a second to realize that it’s not Jason this time. He walks over, planning on demanding why the child is here, but as soon as Bruce gets closer, the kid looks up at him. They stare at each other for a minute while Bruce tries to figure out where he knows this kid from, then it hits him.

“You’re Janet and Jack’s kid. What are you doing at my house?”

“Hello Mr. Wayne.”

Alfred appears in the doorway.

“What is this kid doing here at eight in the morning?” Bruce demands, his voice cracking.

“My name is Tim.”

Bruce feels like he probably knew that in the back of his mind, but he ignores that, because he doesn’t care what the kid’s name is.

“I don’t care. Why don’t you go ahead and head home?”

“But there’s something that I need to talk to you about.”

Alfred opens his mouth to cut in, but Bruce beats him to the punch.

“No, you don’t. The only reason my family is involved with yours at all is business, and you’re far too young for that. You should just head home, and tell your parents to call me if they need something in the future.”

Tim stands up, his vibrant blue eyes locked on Bruce. Bruce is taken back by how intelligent this child looks, how his calculating eyes stare right through Bruce. His children never used to look at him like that, but they also acted like children, and this kid gives off the feeling that he hasn’t had much of a childhood.

“No, I need to speak to you about something else. It doesn’t have anything to do with my parent’s business. So if you’d give me a few minutes of your time, Mr. Wayne, I feel like what I have to say is pretty important.”

Bruce wants to say no, to climb back into bed and cry while Jason haunts him. Instead he nods, not really able to deny this child any longer, though he’s not sure why. He ends up regretting it immediately when Tim starts talking.

Somehow he ends up with another child in the cave with him, almost like a reminder of what he had, but not quite. This child is quieter. He watches everything, but usually doesn’t comment, or speak up unless he feels like he needs to. Bruce starts teaching him, and he’s a much quicker study than Dick or Jason were. Tim is smarter, and he picks up on the detective aspect of their job easier. He’s not as athletically gifted, and he doesn’t put muscle on as fast, but he’s learning how to win despite his size.

He’s fourteen, and he’s already willing to do whatever Bruce asks, even if it’s completely ridiculous. He’s aware that stalking the kid’s every movement, restricting what he eats, and laying into him for every small little thing isn’t fair, but he wants Tim to go away. Bruce wants him to quit, he never wants to see him again.

Instead Tim shows up for training, gets beat up, and comes back the next day despite his bruises. Somehow having Tim around makes him feel even more lonely, because he can’t get close to him. He can’t let another child into his heart otherwise it’ll get wrecked, and he can’t do that again right now, maybe not ever again.

Tim, unlike him, is calm, steady, and thoughtful. Eventually, Father’s Day rolls around, and Bruce doesn’t even get out of bed. Normally Tim is having to force him to sleep, but he can’t even move that morning. It’s almost ten when there’s a soft rap on his door. He ignores it, hoping that Alfred will just go away. It normally works, but this time his door opens.

Tim steps in, carefully holding a tray with food on it. There’s a cup of coffee, french toast, and an already peeled orange. Bruce blinks tears out of his eyes as he sits up slightly. He regards Tim like he’s a bomb, but Tim keeps a blank expression.

“I thought you might be hungry. You haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday.”

He steps closer, kicking the door mostly closed. He leaves it open just a crack like he might have to make a quick getaway.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You should probably try to eat something. I also brought you coffee. I’ll just leave it on your nightstand here in case you change your mind.”

He walks closer, and Bruce feels himself getting angry.

How dare this child try to make me breakfast today of all days? What the hell is wrong with him? Does he not realize that the people who hold that right are gone?

Before he can think about it, or even comprehend what he’s doing, he smacks the tray out of Tim’s hands before he can set it down. Coffee splashes up Tim’s arm and hand, and the food is thrown to the floor.

“Shit!” Tim exclaims as the hot coffee burns his skin.

Bruce just stares at him, not really sure what he was thinking, or what he’s going to do now.

“Shit, ok. It’s fine.” He gets quiet for a minute, obviously composing himself. Then he says in a calmer tone, “You need to eat though so I’m going to bring something up when I grab the cleaning supplies. You’re going to act like an adult this time and not throw it on the floor.”

Bruce stays shock still, watching Tim as he heads out the door. He comes back a few minutes later with cleaning supplies tucked under one arm and a plate in his hands. It’s all cold food, which makes sense since Bruce just threw hot coffee on him. He can see the burns starting to form on Tim’s arm and hand, but he looks away quickly. He never would have done that to Jason, but Jason is gone, and that’s why he’s alone. Bruce watches as Tim sets the plate on the nightstand, then cleans the floor.

“I’m going to ask Alfred to help me with my hand, so we’ll be busy for a few minutes. At least the next fifteen, but if you need anything after that, just let me know. I’ll be around for the rest of the day.”

Bruce frowns hard.

“You should leave.”

“Mhhm, sure. I’ll be downstairs.”

He disappears through the doorway, and Bruce drops back down into bed. It’s quiet again, though he isn’t sure which is worse. So, instead he decides to just get some more sleep so he doesn’t have to deal with everything. He glances at the plate one last time before turning over, and closing his eyes.

[callaeidae3]

Whumptober2024 Day 11: “Leave no trace behind, like you don't even exist.”

In order to protect his family, Minharh had to erase any suggestion or proof of his hidden identity - that he is Sa'a Kindall, and he survived a fire that some people hadn't wanted him to survive.

It's a secret that must be kept until the truth of what happened with that fire can come to light.

[the-ephemeral-ethereal]

For in this world where everything wears out, where everything perishes, there is one thing that collapses and is more completely destroyed than anything else, and leaves fewer traces than beauty itself: and that is grief.

from In Search of Lost Time, Book 6: The Fugitive by Marcel Proust

[rose-in-a-fisted-glove]

A plea from Long Island Aquarium not to pollute our waters with plastic.

Leave no trace

[djkerr]

What, you haven't heard the tale of the legendary "Pablo Escobear"?

🎥 cred @baransqueen via Twitter/X

NCIS 20x04 Leave No Trace

[t0bi44]

Leaving no trace. Nature is so divinely perfect just how it is.

[beekindac]

“Always watch where you are going. Otherwise, you may step on a piece of the Forest that was left out by mistake.”

-A.A. Milne // Winnie-the-Pooh

[infiniterichesinalittleroom]

I’ve never been able to understand the seriousness of it all, the seriousness of pride. People talk, act, live as if they’re never going to die. And what do they leave behind? Nothing. Nothing but a mask.

Bob Dylan • Spin

[kimzplace]

This is Benton Falls on Chilhowee mountain in Polk County, TN. I’m so grateful to live in such a beautiful state & be part of a community in which we appreciate & protect our natural resources. #leavenotrace

[noviceoutdoors]

Slick And Lightweight: Bps Knives Finn Lite Puukko Review

It’s been a while since I looked into BPS Knives. It’s one of my favorite makers. Their products are quality for sure, but best of all affordable. This little Puukko look alike is perfect for camping chores and for me whittling. Here is my first look. Impressive to say the least

[idrawtooslow]

When Jesus went up on the mountain alone, to pray and meditate, do you think He was ever interrupted by rich Roman tourists, who, having ridden sedan chairs all the way up, stood right next to Him, and loudly told each other to "look at all the rocks"?