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QUEEN OF THE QUILLS. rita alvera skeeter. twenty five. creative. silver tongued. resourceful. corrupt. cruel. vindictive. selfish. reporter. columnist. gossip icon. death eater collaborator.

too bad. so sad.

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soft betrayal, mom jeans and high heels, long nails tapping impatiently against paper, organized chaos, quietly humming while ruining yet another life ( piece by piece ), ancient typewriters, never getting your hands dirty ( but your hands are stained red, regardless ), the devil’s favorite weapon is a quill, coffee that burns your tongue, burying yourself in strangers, chasing stories, the sweet taste of destruction, heart shaped lollipops, sunkissed shoulders, blurred lines between right and wrong, dog eared pages, blowing bubbles, fake smiles, the color of dark oceans, running in high heels, slowly becoming an empty shell of a girl, sour ambition, ‘my heart will leave you blistered and stained’, roses tucked behind ears, revenge in a tea cup, backhanded compliments, writing and writing and writing until your heart bleeds, scribbled notes in margins, blood red lips..... and how you’re so afraid that you think it might just break you ( luckily, villains don’t break that easily ).

LINDSEY MORGAN? No, that’s actually RITA SKEETER from the MARAUDERS ERA. You know, the child of ADRIANNA VARGAS (NEE SKEETER) and DIEGO VARGAS? Only 25 years old, this SLYTHERIN alumni works as an REPORTER and is sided with THE NEUTRALS / HERSELF ONLY. SHE identifies as a CIS WOMAN and is a HALFBLOOD who is known to be VINDICTIVE, CRUEL, and CORRUPT but also SILVER TONGUED, CHARMING, and RESOURCEFUL. — &&. ( LIZ, GMT+2, SHE/HER, 22. )

BACK TO BASICS.

name: margarita alvera skeeter. born name: margarita vargas. occupation: journalist. nicknames: rita, ree.

+ creative, silver tongued, resourceful, charming and bright. - two faced, cruel, vindictive, selfish and scheming.

age: 25. date of birth: december 31. zodiac: capricorn. hometown: acapulco, mexico. current location: lives across the street from the ministry in an apartment she can most definitively not afford. gender: cis female. pronouns: she/her. orientation: bisexual. allegiance: herself only. but she collaborates with the death eaters frequently, as she will write anything that they want. spoken languages: spanish ( native language ), english ( fluently ), french ( sufficient ). moral alignment: neutral evil. - A neutral evil villain does whatever she can get away with. She is out for herself, pure and simple. She sheds no tears for those she kills, whether for profit, sport, or convenience (x).

element: water. house: slytherin.

BACKGROUND & FAMILY.

so. margarita vargas was born as the youngest of five daughters. she grew up in the coastal city of acapulco, located in mexico, and her first few years were spent in absolute bliss. her father, a muggle man, was a famous - and later, infamous, televangelist. diego vargas was known all over mexico for his weekly broadcasted church service, and became very rich for it. what did he do with this wealth? well, for the most part, he spoiled his family rotten.

the vargas girls were the perfect daughters, as was expected of them. they grew up in the public eye, attending sermons, smiling pretty, posing for elaborately staged family portraits. and always, always saying the right things. like pretending that they were being sent off to a christian girl’s school every year, instead of attending illvermorny.

mr. vargas married adrianna vargas knowing full well that she was a witch, and intended to take full advantage of that. and adrianna was happy to make diego’s life easier, because she loved him. but more than anything, she loved him for his fame, his money, his success.

unfortunately for the vargas, everything came crumbling down when rita was eight. then, it became public knowledge that her father was heavily involved in financing and also collaborating with several corrupt political bodies which aimed to cause mayhem, destruction and terror within the country.

so the vargas fell from grace, and out of favor in the public eye. mr. vargas faced jail time, lost all of his sponsors, and suddenly didn’t seem so appealing to mrs vargas anymore. so adrianna packed up her bags, took her daughters, changed their names and moved to england. and so margarita vargas found herself with a new identity - rita skeeter.

after that, she would never see her father again. her mother never spoke of him ( like most things, in the skeeter household - problems were buried but never forgotten ), and refused to acknowledge his existence.

their new life was a sharp contrast to their past, which would come to seem like a blurry dream. while the vargas had bathed in luxury and money, the skeeters kinda struggled financially. her mother was fueled by fury - angry with a man that had humiliated her, taken advantage of her, left her with nothing. so she vowed to never be dependent on anyone else ever again. she found herself a job, and set up a new life for herself and her daughters, one that wasn’t focused on the saintly teachings of her ex-husband. instead, adrianna skeeter drilled into her daughters that success, power and glory was all that mattered. everything else, even family, comes second. you can only depend on yourself.

so, the skeeter girls became competitive. cut throat. dangerous. her sisters’ names can be read in the highest offices of britain, in politics, in the nicest corporate offices in london. but they also hardly ever speak to each other, anymore.

HOGWARTS YEARS.

she arrives at hogwarts ready to prove herself. show that she’s just as good as her sisters, if not better.

but she soon realizes that she falls painfully short — that she isn’t the brightest of the skeeter bunch, that she isn’t the most talented witch. hell, she doesn’t even place second.

so what does she do? she plays dumb. pretends that she’s just a pretty face. it’s just a fluke that she’s getting high grades - it’s not that she sits up all night studying. or that she manages to bribe and cheat her way into getting a time turner by her fourth year. she’s working herself into the ground, but refuses to let anyone know. it’s better, that way.

really though, pride isn’t the sin that will hang rita. she’s playing the long game, and comes to realize that no one doubts a pretty, senseless girl. so that is what she shall be.

she gets through hogwarts on dirty tricks and hard work, but makes it look effortless.

around hogwarts, she was known as quite the party girl, always looking to have a good time. maybe a little too good of a time, actually. her reputation always walked the line, on that one.

she acts drunker than she is, but is careful to always remain sharp. most people think of her as baby skeeter - fun, but harmless. for rita, secrets become a currency.

and so she moves through different social circles, shedding her personality like a snake sheds its skin, all to fit in with any crowd, any house. she loses herself somewhere along the way - at this point, rita doesn’t know who she is. but that’s just as well. rita skeeter has never let anyone in, and she never will.

a new name appears in the school paper around rita’s fourth year. bridget higgins writes the stories that are on everyone’s lips, but no one knows who she is. obviously it’s rita.

by her seventh year, rita manages to become an animagus, and a royal blue beetle begins its reign. miss higgins’ stories become more and more elaborate, more daring, more scandalous. by the end of her time at hogwarts, rita is already writing in blood, destroying lives through the flick of her quill.

AFTER HOGWARTS.

rita started interning at witch weekly during the summers after her fifth year at the school. she wrote short fluff pieces about fashion.

after graduating, rita started working as a columnist for witch weekly. she wrote a popular gossip column about popular famous witches and wizards, but also dipped her toes into the pool of wizard politics in britain.

eventually, she came to take on a second job at the daily prophet. she stretches herself too thin, but she makes it work. somehow.

at the daily prophet, she writes more political stories. zeroes in on the ministry. asks uncomfortable questions. shows up where she is definitively not allowed to be. she becomes a pain in the ass like no other, and writes exposés that become notorious for putting people in tight spots.

many at the ministry treat her like crap, like a bug that needs to be squashed. she realizes quickly that they have little respect for her, and she is quite happy to return the favor. if they treat her like she’s awful, she might as well be just that.

her stories aren’t entirely fabricated —- every story that she writes has a seed of truth in it. just enough to make it believable.

most of it is bullshit though, but to stir the pot, she every now and then drops something that is very accurate. sometimes she does it to help the order. sometimes she does it to help herself or the death eaters. but there is always a motive behind it.

eventually gets involved with the death eaters. didn’t actually mean to, but fucked with the wrong person at the ministry !!! now she’s under their thumb and it kinda sucks but she’s also not that mad about it because she gets some ~~~~carefully selected~~~ information in return. so she basically writes whatever the fuck the death eaters want her to write.

rita started out with the goal of doing good reporting, but realized quickly that those stories did not sell papers and gained little interest from the public. so she turns to sensationalism, doesn’t see the harm in spinning her stories a little further than necessary. which soon spiraled out of control.

RITA’S FUTURE ( 1998 and forward. )

rita skeeter goes missing in 1999 and is rumored to be laughing all the way to the bank because the biographies she wrote on harry potter, albus dumbledore and severus snape sold MILLIONS. new books by rita skeeter resurfaces every few years, but no one ever sees her again. conspiracy theorists are sure that she was murdered ( and her books are now penned by a ghost writer ), but others say that she’s off on an island somewhere.

THE TIME CLASH.

so ------ rita is pulled from her youth, straight into the future. it’s a bit of a shock, of course.

rita is a reporter first, everything else second. so what does she do? RESEARCH. looks around. tries her best to figure shit out. makes diligent notes of everything that has gone wrong, and everything that has gone right. she researches her future self. she researches everything her future self has written.

most of all, i think she adapts. to the muggle technology, mostly, but also to the new world order.

AS A PERSON.

holds a grudge like no other !!

other talents include backstabbing and lying!

lowkey mean. lol.

only does what serves her best : ~)

neutral evil thank u

never sleeps? runs on coffee and caffeine pills

has never done a selfless thing in her entire life

daddy issues 4 sure

super good at faking niceness!!! it’s a talent, really

most stubborn gal ever, try to change her mind

doesn’t actually realize that she’s the villain

always playing dirty

*sombra vc*: where’s the fun in playing fair?

has like three cents to her name at all times :/

always working a fucking angle and plays the long game.

loves attention!!!

cut throat, will drop u so fast !!!

very bi

loves hearing her own voice!!!

but also very observant and can shut up if she knows that’s more beneficial to her !!

the type of person to take and take and take until u are left with absolutely nothing

10000% her parents’ daughter !!! takes after them both.

very determined!!!

doesn’t really believe in what voldemort is doing, but also isn’t personally invested enough to properly care.

trust issues!!

not so much motivated by money ( she’s broke ) as she is by fame. could have something to do with her past idk.

possibly the most selfish girl on the planet?

FAVORITE CHARACTER TROPES.

THE DARK CHICK - good at reading emotions, resolving fights and weaponizing her strengths — all the while keeping an eye on what she considers to be the bigger picture.

FEMME FATALE - ‘first she turns you on, then she turns on you.’

INTREPID REPORTER - a troublemaker sort of journalist.

THEN LET ME BE EVIL - any sense of good reporting and morals gets broken down by being treated like crap by presumptuous forces of good for too long. aka everyone telling her she’s shit.

CONSUMMATE LIAR - a liar so good you never want to play poker with them because you’d go home without your underwear and short next week’s paycheck.

BITCH IN SHEEP’S CLOTHING - wears a thousand masks to hide her true colors.

THE POWER OF ACTING - a character who acts her way through life.

NO FACE UNDER THE MASK - does the real rita skeeter even exist? who is she? can she remember her true personality? probably not.

THE EVIL PRINCE - a character that knows they’re meant for greatness, but there are a lot of other… less great characters in their way. if only these characters could be “persuaded” to move, then nothing would stand in their way to the throne. ;)

CHRONIC BACKSTABBING DISORDER - someone who constantly and successfully betrays their allegiances. switches sides as frequently as she switches clothes. what is loyalty?

AMBIGUOUSLY EVIL - it’s never quite made clear what side she is truly on? sike, she’s playing for both teams !!!

HEEL / FACE REVOLVING DOOR - morality is grey, and this character switches sides so often that in the long run, they end up… just not having one.

THE CORRUPTER - the metaphorical devil on your shoulder.

THE CON ARTIST - selling lies so outrageous they can’t possibly be true, but still getting away with it.

CHARACTER INFLUENCES.

SOMBRA ( overwatch ) - always got another dirty trick up her sleeve, kinda selfish, always infiltrating something, out there manipulating those in power hell yeah

KELLY KAPOOR ( the office )- the narcissism, the many layers, the gossip, the jealousy, the drama, the lies, ‘i don’t talk trash, i talk smack. they’re totally different’.

CONNOR WALSH ( htgawm ) - wow i can’t believe rita skeeter is connor walsh?? either way. so sly, bit of a slut, utterly shameless, lies a lot, doesn’t care too much about other people, very confident, bit over emotional at times. gets whatever the fuck they set their mind on. the ends justify the means, always.

MARGAERY TYRELL ( game of thrones ) - the cleverness, the manipulation, the scheming.

HERA ( the goddess ) - the vengeance, the viciousness, the jealousy.

DEBBIE EAGAN ( glow ) - lowkey thinks the world revolves around her. bit manipulative. really ambitious. kinda cut throat. ready to throw anyone under the bus to get places.

JESSICA HAMBY ( true blood ) - the strict religious upbringing, the rebellion, the occasional softness.

ALISON DILAURENTIS ( pretty little liars ) - the bitchiness, the cruelty, the constantly shifting personas, the lies.

CHANEL OBERLIN ( scream queens ) - really ruthless, can be quite mean, bit narcissistic.

LIRA ( to kill a kingdom ) - the siren!!!! singing (aka writing) people to their undoings!!!! with little to no remorse!!! hell yeah

LAUREL CASTILLO ( htgawm ) - a snake that is good at hiding under the radar, kind of shady, highly manipulative, bounces back and forth between allegiances.

JACKIE BURKHART ( thats 70s show ) - the STYLE!!!!!!!! the narcissism! the manipulation! the greed!

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feely-touchy · 5 years

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I'm afraid I've reached my zenith

flat on my back

cushion for Icarus

pinned for display

spread apart beetle

creepy crawly

warning colors in painted pigments

running

lawless save Abandonment

my beloved

Angel of Squandered Talent

sings to me flatly

fuck up, fuck up

calls me by my endeavors

malicious as my own severing

goads me back into holes I grew from

buries dusty diamonds

seed crystals

I'm afraid

of and at

the anger that settles in the silt

scaled Sobek

fights fire with mud slinging

gravedigging temples for dead gods

upside down cathedrals

stale bread shared

wine flows

overserved

rivers across Hades

horizons into nothing

edges I've parked my heels on

in terror

in resignation

descending the basements of Babel

writing on the walls

looking for new lows

scribbling in the labyrinth's margins

chronicling next to godlessness

more results in less

followed by less and less and less

until there's no horizon behind closed doors

nor great halls

nor tombs unexplored

but when I hear from above my words

read aloud

under breath

hanging like rope, dust, spark, and death

there's a compulsion to rearrange the bricks

longing paths making up a 'what comes next'

hoping that only I have forgotten

what the love of all goodness is like

I write

"Abandon All Shame, Ye Who Enter Here"

#poem #poetry #writing #depression #anxiety #mental illness #mythology #tower of babel #sobek #icarus #surviving

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exhaled-spirals · 6 years

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« Let the form be a garden in wild wilderness, a hyacinth language, a turning in wind when marginal influences disrupt the flow.

Build thought as a bee does, one concern at a time, a hexagonal symmetry deep in the structure or explore the foundation

of a derelict house, its cellarhole cracked by bracken and trees—with daffodils blooming alongside the door, and off in the woods, sometimes

a forsythia. And a carrion beetle to bury the mouse, the skeletal memories of things that are gone; or hidden, like antlers, deep in the pines

where branches are tossed, a path to the edge of recorded time, that stops at a place where the language is lost. »

— Barbara Jordan, “This Poem” from Trace Elements

#quote #barbara jordan #poem #poetry #trace elements #english

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libidomechanica · 3 years

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topfygad · 5 years

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Piranha (Pirana) Fishing in the Rainforest Rivers of Guyana

If you hear the phrase piranha, what involves thoughts? For me it’s a bit fish with ginormous tooth that may eat an individual alive. So evidently, when fishing for piranhas was on the Guyana issues to do itinerary there was a wee bit or nerves that set in. I wasn’t even positive that I needed to be floating in a ship in a murky river on prime of the scary fish, a lot much less catching one and willingly inviting them contained in the vessel.

However, it seems that this bucket record expertise was certainly one of my favourite issues I did on this South American nation, and probably the world.

What’s a Piranha (Pirana)

Piranhas (also referred to as piranas) are freshwater fish notorious for his or her very sharp triangle-shaped tooth and powerful jaws that produce a forceful chew (have you ever ever seen the scary film of the identical identify?). They’re a freshwater fish that may be discovered all through South American rivers and lakes, with a number of the largest recognized being noticed in Guyana’s Amazon Basin (I can attest to that!).

Although in comparison with Guyana’s widespread Arapaima fish they’re comparatively small in dimension, ranging on common from 5-14 inches, their fame as a predator makes them probably the most feared fishes on the planet. However, the excellent news is that they sometimes don’t assault people, except they’re in a anxious surroundings. Nonetheless, I wasn’t about to take any possibilities by dipping my toes within the water!

The place in Guyana are you able to go Piranha Fishing?

About 90% of the rivers and lakes in Guyana have piranha, so that they gained’t be onerous to search out. There are a lot of tour operators across the nation that may take you on an adventurous fishing tour. As a result of I used to be staying at Rewa Eco Lodge in North Rupununi, we went proper on the Rewa River with workers of the lodge and wildlife specialist/tour operator Leon of Leon Moore Nature Experiences.

The way to Fish for Pirana in Guayna

Making a Fishing Rod

From Rewa Lodge we took a motorized dingy upstream to a touchdown spot on the Rewa River. That is the place we’d make our fishing poles and catch the piranha bait. For the rod chances are you’ll have to go deep within the rainforest to search out the yari-yari tree—the sort of wooden makes one of the best rod due to its small diameter, power and adaptability. Not solely did they need to be constituted of a selected sort of wooden, but in addition needed to be simply the precise size of branches, an 8-foot one makes for the proper fishing pole.

After the poles had been discovered, the guides confirmed me the right way to connect fishing line and a big hook. That’s it—simplicity’s at it most interesting.

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Amassing Piranha Bait

Pirana largely feed off of fish, so we would have liked to catch some small ones. With the intention to do that we used reside grub (a bit beetle) that was discovered within a kokerit seed. When a kokerit nut will get buried within the floor for round a month, a tiny beetle goes inside to name it residence. You’ll be able to eat these beetles reside for protein (our information did!) or use them for bait to catch small fish.

As soon as our grub was baited and within the water, it took about three minutes to catch the primary fish. That was nice, however we’d want at the least a dozen extra earlier than heading out to the river for piranha fishing. As I used to be fishing for small bait off the shoreline, I really caught a small piranha (my first one!) and we had been capable of reduce that one up into a number of smaller items to make use of as bait too.

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Fishing

It took a couple of half an hour to catch the entire bait wanted after which we headed out to the Rewa River to catch the fish that most individuals feared.

There was a particular approach the locals used to catch the piranha that was so simple as the stick rod. You bait the hook, drop the road within the water and splash vigorously along with your stick for about ten seconds. That is speculated to make them suppose there’s one thing shifting within the water, coming to examine and hopefully smelling your bait on the similar time.

Nibble, Nibble.

You’ll really feel plenty of little nibbles, however the trick is to tug your wood rod straight up whenever you get an enormous nibble, it will trigger them to get hooked. I undoubtedly misplaced fairly a number of to start with, however received higher at it because the day went on. In only a couple hours, I caught 10 piranhas and one vampire (payara) fish!

Suggestions:

It’s important to be actually cautious to not swing your hook round and hit somebody on the boat or your self, like I did!

Put on sun shades, in case of flying hooks.

If you catch a fish, be additional cautious when bringing it within the boat in case the piranha unattaches itself from the hook. It’s greatest to let your information deal with it as soon as it’s in your line.

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Cooking & Consuming

After a profitable day fishing, it was time to be rewarded for the onerous work. We discovered a transparent spot alongside the river financial institution and the guides created a scrumptious lunch with our catch. They expertly cleaned the fish and made a fireplace by piling sticks right into a pyramid. The grill prime was created utilizing random tree branches.

The piranha (and a catfish that another person had caught) was then coated with Chief’s All-Function Seasoning earlier than being positioned on the makeshift barbecue. They had been grilled to perfection and served with a facet of farine (as every little thing at all times was), a dish just like couscous that’s constituted of the foundation of the native cassava plant, and a thermos filled with lime juice.

I do know your subsequent query—what does piranha style like? It tastes like a light, very dry white fish. Although some declare it to be actually fishy, I didn’t discover that to be true. However, it does have plenty of tiny little bones to be careful for!

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The way to E book this Expertise

This expertise may be booked by way of virtually any tour operator in Guyana. It may also be booked by way of the lodge we stayed at, Rewa Eco Lodge in North Rupununi, and wildlife specialist/tour operator who was with me my complete time in Guyana, Leon of Leon Moore Nature Experiences.

Need extra concepts of issues to do in Guyana? Try these Guyana excursions.

What to Deliver

Sun shades: sun shades is not going to solely shield you from the bugs moving into your eyes when the boat is shifting at excessive speeds, but in addition for flying fishing hooks.

Solar Hat: there’s not a lot shade on the river so you’ll want to shield your face from the new solar. I introduced the Bodvera Out of doors Vast Brim Hat and it labored like a appeal.

Sunscreen: it will likely be an extended day within the solar, so be sure to are protected.

Bug Repellent: the bugs in Guyana may be fierce, so you’ll want to have all of your bases lined. I used a wholesome spray of Off! Deep Woods, plus these Mosquito Repellent Patches.

I’ve been lucky sufficient to have had many distinctive experiences around the globe, like kayaking with beluga whales and swimming with pigs on Exuma Island, and now I can add fishing for (and consuming!) piranhas to that record.

This expertise was courtesy of Uncover Guyana. All opinions my very own. Submit might embody affiliate hyperlinks.

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comicsxaminer · 5 years

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Corrupted by The Batman Who Laughs, Two More DC Heroes Become Nightmares for Batman and Superman

Paul Jenkins, Jack Herbert, Zoë Quinn and Tyler Kirkham Deliver Two More Thrilling One-Shots Revealing the Final Infections from DC’s Dark Multiverse

As announced last month, six corrupt versions of DC’s Super Heroes are coming to terrorize Earth this November and December in a series of six comics running parallel to the story unfolding in Batman/Superman by writer Joshua Williamson and artist David Marquez. Each one-shot or tie-in special spotlights a corrupt version of Shazam!, Supergirl, Hawkman, Donna Troy, Jim Gordon, and Blue Beetle, known within the DC universe as The Infected. #gallery-0-5 { margin: auto; } #gallery-0-5 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 33%; } #gallery-0-5 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-0-5 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */

These six issues star DC’s beloved heroes, revealed to be secretly infected by The Batman Who Laughs with a toxin that violently transforms them into the worst versions of themselves. Their buried frustrations and pent-up anger will boil to the surface, unleashing dangerous results. They’ll also be The Batman Who Laughs’ lieutenants against “Apex” Lex Luthor in James Tynion IV and Steve Epting’s Year of the Villain: Hell Arisen mini-series, launching December 18th.

The final victims of The Batman Who Laughs’ toxins, Donna Troy and Jim Gordon, will be featured in December’s two one-shots. The Infected: Deathbringer #1, by writer Zoë Quinn (Goddess Mode) and artist Tyler Kirkham (Teen Titans, Deathstroke), hits shelves December 4thand The Infected: The Commissioner #1, by writer Paul Jenkins (Batman: The Dark Knight, Batman: Jekyll and Hyde) and artist Jack Herbert (The Silencer, Earth 2: World’s End), hits shelves on December 18th.

Both of these one-shots will feature covers by Viktor Bogdanovic. One is a story of a hero who is done with bringing peace to a world that cannot be trusted with it; a woman whose newly awakened dark side is ready to burn it all down and forge a new destiny, and the other about a hero whose sense of duty and honor is stripped away; a man who has finally given in to his worst impulses—and he might just take the entire city into the darkness with him…

Get caught up before these issues hit shelves! The Batman Who Laughs (HC) by Scott Snyder and Jock and Batman/Superman #1 by Joshua Williamson and David Marquez are both available at your local comic shop now. Batman/Superman #2 will hit shelves on September 25th with a showdown between The Dark Knight and The Man of Steel against The Batman Who Laughs’ first sentinel, a jacked-up Dark Multiverse-infected Shazam! And all of this leads to Year of the Villain: Hell Arisen, a four-issue mini-series by writer James Tynion IV and artist Steve Epting, debuting on December 18th.

Corrupted by The Batman Who Laughs, Two More DC Heroes Become Nightmares for Batman and Superman Corrupted by The Batman Who Laughs, Two More DC Heroes Become Nightmares for Batman and Superman…

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ghostoffuturespast · 1 year

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4 August 2023 - Field Notes Friday

I was kinda sort of doing this a bit earlier and I don't want to make it too formal, but this series is more of a way for me to share my time out on the prairie and synthesize the knowledge I pickup so I can try to remember at least some of it. I learn somethin' new every day.

Spent a lot of time walking around in the flowers and a lot of time with small creatures this week.

Asteraceae

The sunflowers, prairie coneflower, fetid marigold, and the gone to seed cowpen daisy with the bumblebee on it are all members of the family Asteraceae. This family of plants is one of the largest plant families on the planet estimated to be over 20,000 species.

Asters are composite flowers, meaning the flower head isn't just one flower but many. The large outer petals you see on asters are known as ray flowers (like the large yellow flowers you see on a sunflower). Often, but not always, ray flowers don't have any reproductive structures. The capitulum, the head of the plant, (like the brown section in the middle of a sunflower) is actually composed of hundreds of tiny flowers called disc flowers. These are the flowers that actually get pollinated and produce seeds.

Sunflowers, lettuce, endive, safflower, echinacea, dandelions, and thistles are all members of the Aster family. Often in the field they're sometimes referred to as DYC (damn yellow composites). Because there are so many of them and they're hard to id, even for folks with years of botany or biology under their belt.

Margined Burying Beetle & Funnel Spider

Margined Burying Beetles are a type of carrion beetle and have very distinctive Halloween colors, which I appreciate! I accidentally flooded a bunch of them out when I was watering some trees. Not very cool of me, but it was neat getting to observe them.

Male beetles fly around looking for the carcass of small vertebrates in order to bury them underground in a little house and attract a potential mate. Once a female does show up though, it's not unusual for other beetles to have arrived as well. If that's the case then they all have to duke it out to see who gets to stay, typically the largest male and female win and the losers have to go look elsewhere. The male and female beetles will mate, clean up the carcass of any fur and feathers, and the female will lay her eggs. Burying beetles engage in parental care and one, sometimes both, will watch after the young until they pupate and are able to take care of themselves. Parents will basically feed the larvae vomit until the young can feed on their own.

These beetles can also secrete enzymes that can actually mask the scent of carrion to reduce the chance of other critters trying to munch on it. Which is pretty wild, considering how much dead stuff smells sometimes. Also, if you can see in the picture that beetle has a beige dot on its head. The beetle had a bunch of mites hanging out on it on the underside! I thought they were parasites at first, but did some research and turns out it's a symbiotic relationship. The mites hitch rides to carcasses and like to eat fly larva. Free rides for the mites and reduced competition for the beetle, win-win.

I fed the funnel spider a grasshopper. She was probably happy to get breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the week.

Peace or War?

Couple of mice got stuck in this trash can. Don't know how long they'd been in there, but one of them was very agro. They did not like the mouse with the stubby tail and actually drew blood trying to bite the rest of it off. It was like watching a mini cage wrestling match while I was looking for a place to release them. They all made it out of the trash can, but I can't say what happens after...

Found this beautiful patch of prairie coneflower and spreading fleabane. Got distracted by them and all the bugs.

Young cottontail rabbit and barn swallow eggs. Mom's been sitting on them diligently, so hopefully they'll hatch soon.

#nature #prairie #little ghost on the prairie #field notes friday #asteraceae #prairie coneflower #sunflowers #fetid marigold #cowpen daisy #insects #margined burying beetle #funnel spider #cottontail rabbit #barn swallows #spreading fleabane #mice

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jasonjdking · 7 years

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Arkive Species of the Day for December 23, 2017 Titan beetle (Titanus giganteus)

Probably the largest insect in the world, the adult titan beetle, Titanus giganteus, cuts an imposing figure. The adult beetle has a flattened body, long, soft wing cases covering a large abdomen, and long spiny legs. The mouthparts, or mandibles, are narrow, powerful, and distinctly longer than the head. As in other longhorn beetles of the Cerambycidae family, the antennae are longer than the head. The head, legs and body are black, and the upper thorax and wing cases are a dark reddish-brown.

The adult male titan beetle has rows of sharp spines along the inside margins of the legs and thorax, which are thought to be used in defence. Although existing specimens of the male titan beetle are larger than the females that have been collected, it is thought that the female is larger, more robust, and has shorter antennae than the male.

The larva of the titan beetle is thought to be much larger than the adult. Based on knowledge of other related longhorn beetles, the larvae of this species may need large pieces of buried wood to develop, such as the large root systems of rotting rainforest trees. Other related species of longhorn beetles are known to take years to fully develop, feeding on the buried rotting wood. After metamorphosis, the adults emerge to fly and reproduce, but do not feed

The titan beetle is only found in the tropics of South America, including Venezuela, Colombia, Ecuador, Peru, the Guianas and north-central Brazil

The titan beetle lives in tropical rainforest, but little is known about its specific habitat requirements. Other beetles of the longhorn family are wood borers and live amongst dead wood

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readbookywooks · 8 years

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IT was broad day when I awoke and found myself tossing at the south-west end of Treasure Island. The sun was up but was still hid from me behind the great bulk of the Spy-glass, which on this side descended almost to the sea in formidable cliffs. Haulbowline Head and Mizzen-mast Hill were at my elbow, the hill bare and dark, the head bound with cliffs forty or fifty feet high and fringed with great masses of fallen rock. I was scarce a quarter of a mile to seaward, and it was my first thought to paddle in and land. That notion was soon given over. Among the fallen rocks the breakers spouted and bellowed; loud reverberations, heavy sprays flying and falling, succeeded one another from second to second; and I saw myself, if I ventured nearer, dashed to death upon the rough shore or spending my strength in vain to scale the beetling crags. Nor was that all, for crawling together on flat tables of rock or letting themselves drop into the sea with loud reports I beheld huge slimy monsters - soft snails, as it were, of incredible bigness - two or three score of them together, making the rocks to echo with their barkings. I have understood since that they were sea lions, and entirely harmless. But the look of them, added to the difficulty of the shore and the high running of the surf, was more than enough to disgust me of that landing-place. I felt willing rather to starve at sea than to confront such perils. In the meantime I had a better chance, as I supposed, before me. North of Haulbowline Head, the land runs in a long way, leaving at low tide a long stretch of yellow sand. To the north of that, again, there comes another cape - Cape of the Woods, as it was marked upon the chart - buried in tall green pines, which descended to the margin of the sea. I remembered what Silver had said about the current that sets northward along the whole west coast of Treasure Island, and seeing from my position that I was already under its influence, I preferred to leave Haulbowline Head behind me and reserve my strength for an attempt to land upon the kindlier-looking Cape of the Woods. There was a great, smooth swell upon the sea. The wind blowing steady and gentle from the south, there was no contrariety between that and the current, and the billows rose and fell unbroken. Had it been otherwise, I must long ago have perished; but as it was, it is surprising how easily and securely my little and light boat could ride. Often, as I still lay at the bottom and kept no more than an eye above the gunwale, I would see a big blue summit heaving close above me; yet the coracle would but bounce a little, dance as if on springs, and subside on the other side into the trough as lightly as a bird. I began after a little to grow very bold and sat up to try my skill at paddling. But even a small change in the disposition of the weight will produce violent changes in the behaviour of a coracle. And I had hardly moved before the boat, giving up at once her gentle dancing movement, ran straight down a slope of water so steep that it made me giddy, and struck her nose, with a spout of spray, deep into the side of the next wave. I was drenched and terrified, and fell instantly back into my old position, whereupon the coracle seemed to find her head again and led me as softly as before among the billows. It was plain she was not to be interfered with, and at that rate, since I could in no way influence her course, what hope had I left of reaching land? I began to be horribly frightened, but I kept my head, for all that. First, moving with all care, I gradually baled out the coracle with my sea-cap; then, getting my eye once more above the gunwale, I set myself to study how it was she managed to slip so quietly through the rollers. I found each wave, instead of the big, smooth glossy mountain it looks from shore or from a vessel's deck, was for all the world like any range of hills on dry land, full of peaks and smooth places and valleys. The coracle, left to herself, turning from side to side, threaded, so to speak, her way through these lower parts and avoided the steep slopes and higher, toppling summits of the wave. "Well, now," thought I to myself, "it is plain I must lie where I am and not disturb the balance; but it is plain also that I can put the paddle over the side and from time to time, in smooth places, give her a shove or two towards land." No sooner thought upon than done. There I lay on my elbows in the most trying attitude, and every now and again gave a weak stroke or two to turn her head to shore. It was very tiring and slow work, yet I did visibly gain ground; and as we drew near the Cape of the Woods, though I saw I must infallibly miss that point, I had still made some hundred yards of easting. I was, indeed, close in. I could see the cool green tree-tops swaying together in the breeze, and I felt sure I should make the next promontory without fail. It was high time, for I now began to be tortured with thirst. The glow of the sun from above, its thousandfold reflection from the waves, the sea-water that fell and dried upon me, caking my very lips with salt, combined to make my throat burn and my brain ache. The sight of the trees so near at hand had almost made me sick with longing, but the current had soon carried me past the point, and as the next reach of sea opened out, I beheld a sight that changed the nature of my thoughts. Right in front of me, not half a mile away, I beheld the HISPANIOLA under sail. I made sure, of course, that I should be taken; but I was so distressed for want of water that I scarce knew whether to be glad or sorry at the thought, and long before I had come to a conclusion, surprise had taken entire possession of my mind and I could do nothing but stare and wonder. The HISPANIOLA was under her main-sail and two jibs, and the beautiful white canvas shone in the sun like snow or silver. When I first sighted her, all her sails were drawing; she was lying a course about northwest, and I presumed the men on board were going round the island on their way back to the anchorage. Presently she began to fetch more and more to the westward, so that I thought they had sighted me and were going about in chase. At last, however, she fell right into the wind's eye, was taken dead aback, and stood there awhile helpless, with her sails shivering. "Clumsy fellows," said I; "they must still be drunk as owls." And I thought how Captain Smollett would have set them skipping. Meanwhile the schooner gradually fell off and filled again upon another tack, sailed swiftly for a minute or so, and brought up once more dead in the wind's eye. Again and again was this repeated. To and fro, up and down, north, south, east, and west, the HISPANIOLA sailed by swoops and dashes, and at each repetition ended as she had begun, with idly flapping canvas. It became plain to me that nobody was steering. And if so, where were the men? Either they were dead drunk or had deserted her, I thought, and perhaps if I could get on board I might return the vessel to her captain. The current was bearing coracle and schooner southward at an equal rate. As for the latter's sailing, it was so wild and intermittent, and she hung each time so long in irons, that she certainly gained nothing, if she did not even lose. If only I dared to sit up and paddle, I made sure that I could overhaul her. The scheme had an air of adventure that inspired me, and the thought of the water breaker beside the fore companion doubled my growing courage. Up I got, was welcomed almost instantly by another cloud of spray, but this time stuck to my purpose and set myself, with all my strength and caution, to paddle after the unsteered HISPANIOLA. Once I shipped a sea so heavy that I had to stop and bail, with my heart fluttering like a bird, but gradually I got into the way of the thing and guided my coracle among the waves, with only now and then a blow upon her bows and a dash of foam in my face. I was now gaining rapidly on the schooner; I could see the brass glisten on the tiller as it banged about, and still no soul appeared upon her decks. I could not choose but suppose she was deserted. If not, the men were lying drunk below, where I might batten them down, perhaps, and do what I chose with the ship. For some time she had been doing the worse thing possible for me - standing still. She headed nearly due south, yawing, of course, all the time. Each time she fell off, her sails partly filled, and these brought her in a moment right to the wind again. I have said this was the worst thing possible for me, for helpless as she looked in this situation, with the canvas cracking like cannon and the blocks trundling and banging on the deck, she still continued to run away from me, not only with the speed of the current, but by the whole amount of her leeway, which was naturally great. But now, at last, I had my chance. The breeze fell for some seconds, very low, and the current gradually turning her, the HISPANIOLA revolved slowly round her centre and at last presented me her stern, with the cabin window still gaping open and the lamp over the table still burning on into the day. The main-sail hung drooped like a banner. She was stock-still but for the current. For the last little while I had even lost, but now redoubling my efforts, I began once more to overhaul the chase. I was not a hundred yards from her when the wind came again in a clap; she filled on the port tack and was off again, stooping and skimming like a swallow. My first impulse was one of despair, but my second was towards joy. Round she came, till she was broadside on to me - round still till she had covered a half and then two thirds and then three quarters of the distance that separated us. I could see the waves boiling white under her forefoot. Immensely tall she looked to me from my low station in the coracle. And then, of a sudden, I began to comprehend. I had scarce time to think - scarce time to act and save myself. I was on the summit of one swell when the schooner came stooping over the next. The bowsprit was over my head. I sprang to my feet and leaped, stamping the coracle under water. With one hand I caught the jib-boom, while my foot was lodged between the stay and the brace; and as I still clung there panting, a dull blow told me that the schooner had charged down upon and struck the coracle and that I was left without retreat on the HISPANIOLA.

#TreasureIsland

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topfygad · 5 years

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Piranha (Pirana) Fishing in the Rainforest Rivers of Guyana

However, it seems that this bucket record expertise was certainly one of my favourite issues I did on this South American nation, and probably the world.

What’s a Piranha (Pirana)

The place in Guyana are you able to go Piranha Fishing?

The way to Fish for Pirana in Guayna

Making a Fishing Rod

After the poles had been discovered, the guides confirmed me the right way to connect fishing line and a big hook. That’s it—simplicity’s at it most interesting.

Amassing Piranha Bait

Fishing

It took a couple of half an hour to catch the entire bait wanted after which we headed out to the Rewa River to catch the fish that most individuals feared.

Nibble, Nibble.

Suggestions:

It’s important to be actually cautious to not swing your hook round and hit somebody on the boat or your self, like I did!

Put on sun shades, in case of flying hooks.

Cooking & Consuming

The way to E book this Expertise

Need extra concepts of issues to do in Guyana? Try these Guyana excursions.

What to Deliver

Sun shades: sun shades is not going to solely shield you from the bugs moving into your eyes when the boat is shifting at excessive speeds, but in addition for flying fishing hooks.

Solar Hat: there’s not a lot shade on the river so you’ll want to shield your face from the new solar. I introduced the Bodvera Out of doors Vast Brim Hat and it labored like a appeal.

Sunscreen: it will likely be an extended day within the solar, so be sure to are protected.

Bug Repellent: the bugs in Guyana may be fierce, so you’ll want to have all of your bases lined. I used a wholesome spray of Off! Deep Woods, plus these Mosquito Repellent Patches.

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topfygad · 5 years

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Piranha (Pirana) Fishing in the Rainforest Rivers of Guyana

However, it seems that this bucket record expertise was certainly one of my favourite issues I did on this South American nation, and probably the world.

What’s a Piranha (Pirana)

The place in Guyana are you able to go Piranha Fishing?

The way to Fish for Pirana in Guayna

Making a Fishing Rod

After the poles had been discovered, the guides confirmed me the right way to connect fishing line and a big hook. That’s it—simplicity’s at it most interesting.

Amassing Piranha Bait

Fishing

It took a couple of half an hour to catch the entire bait wanted after which we headed out to the Rewa River to catch the fish that most individuals feared.

Nibble, Nibble.

Suggestions:

It’s important to be actually cautious to not swing your hook round and hit somebody on the boat or your self, like I did!

Put on sun shades, in case of flying hooks.

Cooking & Consuming

The way to E book this Expertise

Need extra concepts of issues to do in Guyana? Try these Guyana excursions.

What to Deliver

Sun shades: sun shades is not going to solely shield you from the bugs moving into your eyes when the boat is shifting at excessive speeds, but in addition for flying fishing hooks.

Solar Hat: there’s not a lot shade on the river so you’ll want to shield your face from the new solar. I introduced the Bodvera Out of doors Vast Brim Hat and it labored like a appeal.

Sunscreen: it will likely be an extended day within the solar, so be sure to are protected.

Bug Repellent: the bugs in Guyana may be fierce, so you’ll want to have all of your bases lined. I used a wholesome spray of Off! Deep Woods, plus these Mosquito Repellent Patches.

This expertise was courtesy of Uncover Guyana. All opinions my very own. Submit might embody affiliate hyperlinks.

Associated

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