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the spirit garden
The Spirit Garden is an eternal garden deep in a cave in the mountains were the Clans communicate with StarClan a garden that is filled with flowers that stay in bloom throughout all seasons. In the center of the cave is . The Spirit Garden is reachable by following a path alongside the river and down into the cave with small spirit glow around and crystals around the cave and above is a crack that shows a moon above
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Visiting Eye you may miss this beautiful gem of a building tucked away at the end of the walkway. Take a little time to visit and view the Vine Church,Church Street,Eye Suffolk. @vinechurches @fleurs_artisan_florist @greendoordecorative @fts_ebayhub @cafeye14 @16littleteddybears @suffolk_preservation_society @suffolk_prickles_hedgehogs @visit_suffolk @eastenglanduk @visitengland @historyatsuffolk @historicengland @suffolkarchives @suffolkchurches @suffolk_live @suffolk_artlink @heritageopendays @villagesignsandchurches @churchs @thomas.suffolkchurchs @suffolkbuildingconstruction @suffolkvirtual @virtualhighstreetuk @vpmagazine #church #churches #suffolkchurches #architecture #listedbuilding #view #vinechurch #sunday #family #artsandcrafts #mumlife #motherandchild #motherandbaby #earlylearning #community #rurellife #towncentre #groups #meetingplace #coffee #tea #visitsuffolk #visiteye (at The Vine Church) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpro_JBIghG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
#church#churches#suffolkchurches#architecture#listedbuilding#view#vinechurch#sunday#family#artsandcrafts#mumlife#motherandchild#motherandbaby#earlylearning#community#rurellife#towncentre#groups#meetingplace#coffee#tea#visitsuffolk#visiteye
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#at last! ceramic handmade meetingplace river handpainted dutchartist dutchdesign dulchimedea#Spotify
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@sfdsds They indeed use the leftover sawdust like material and mix it with riverclay and use it to cover the floors and walls of the inner rooms of their nests. The entranceway does not have this because it might get wet when it rains and then it would just be an absolute muddy mess. The wood clay along with providing extra insulation makes it so the Pygmies wont get splinters from the floor.
In Fact we have news! the Pygmies Nest has been completed! so you can see the new rooms :)
We have seen the entrance area before. but as many of you might have noticed there is in fact some some tunnels branching off into other rooms! The tunnel on the left farthest from the rocks leads to the personal nesting areas.
The Dust Pygmy appears to be sleeping on his recently finished bed :) We should leave before we disturb his rest.
Moving onto the Pygmy Horror's room we can see he is finishing up making his bed!
The Pygmy nightmare is resting in his chambers as well! @topazshadowwolf It seems That This species do in fact enjoy decorating their nests! This Nightmare seems very pleased with his gem :) this knowledge will be valuable in understanding the behaviors of these particular species of Pygmy!
This is The Cross Pygmy's nest area. He seems to be elsewhere at the moment however.
Hmmm it seems the Killer Pygmy's nest room is vacant as well. I wonder where he might have gone?
To continue our little tour we need to return to the entrance area in order to go into the tunnel on the right, closest to the stones. This tunnel leads to the storage area and extra rooms!
Here is an extra room. it will most likely be a Gang meetingplace and hangout area. It seems we have also located the Cross Pygmy! He seems to be checking on the woodclay to make sure it is dry. Though still no sign of the Killer Pygmy? Hmm well we will continue the tour through the lower tunnel. This tunnel leads to the storage area for food and such
!? oh! it seems our little sneaky thief is snitching berries before mealtime! what a little troublemaker :) It seems the storage is already stocked with food. This is a sign of a good and healthy Gang of Pygmies :D This nest will likely be expanded and decorated as the Pygmies continue to make themselves feel more and more at home.
we should leave the Gang to their business now. I wonder what we will witness next in the lives of these incredible little creatures :)
#herrings doodles#pygmy nightmare shenanigans#The documentaries continue lol#this one is kinda long :3 i like it#i love these lil guys#<3
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I sensed your need for some preggy Deadlock, and i wanna hear your take on it, the dudes a angry meow meow but being sparked has it times ten.
100% Ratchet and Hot Rod got him knocked up, and when they find out there always tryna check in on him, and ofc give him transfluid donations
I want that deception pregnant!!!!!!!
I think he loves and loaths being preggy in equal measure, because the sex feels amazing, but he's horny all the time
Tragically for the deception troops discovering their pregnancy kink, Deadlock is very against finding any new transfluid donors. 'Cons will often see him stalking through barracks with the beginning of his baby bump, frustrated and snarling at any who try to approach. Deadlock is incredibly tempting, with his soft round belly and the audible clicks from overriding his interface panel to stop himself from presenting his valve for the nearest spike
(It's having a negative effect on job efficiency, if you get what I'm saying)
(All the 'cons are shirking their duties to furiously self-service, is what I'm saying)
Tragically for Deadlock, the transfluid he wants is kinda on the opposite side of a war =/
Sneaking into autobot territory is already dangerous, doing so while visibly pregnant takes a special kind of stupid and horny. Unfortunately, the danger might actually be, uh, doing something for him. Primus-damnit, he can and will blame that one on the robot pregnancy hormones
As soon as he gets to the meetingplace and sees Ratchet and Hot Rod waiting, his panels snap open. The gush of lubricant that runs down his thighs gets across his need faster than words ever could
He's swiftly manhandled onto Ratchet's lap, and a spike is finally in his aching valve. He nearly cries from relief as Ratchet holds him by the hips and fucks him with a hard, steady rhythm. He feels Hot Rod soothingly petting his back, feels the head of Hot Rod's spike glide against his slit, impaled by Ratchet. His pleading whines are the closest to begging he'll allow himself to get, but Hot Rod understands him perfectly
Both of their spikes inside him almost relives the craving that haunts him, but the desperate need for transfluid still burns in his array. It's lucky, then, that the sight of Deadlock crying so pretty for them as his valve flexes and tries to draw them in deeper quickly pushes them both over the edge. The feeling of transfluid finally flooding his tank forces Deadlock into a brutal overload, intense enough to knock a few sensory systems offline
He reboots to Ratchet rubbing his node with one hand and the gentle swell of his abdominal plating with the other, while Hot Rod kisses and bites his neck. There's plenty of time before he has to leave, and his two sires are going to spend every astrosecond making sure he leaves satisfied
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Moon 3, Part 1.5
Flarepaw and Rainpaw make their way cautiously across Whistleclan territory towards where the old Whistleclan camp is located. Neither of them wants to be headed in this direction. It’s been three moons since disaster struck Whistleclan, but none of the three remaining members have any desire to return to the place where they watched their clanmates die. Luckily, they shouldn’t have to, they’re just… passing closer to that part of their territory than they have in a while.
They are making the journey to the Glowing Tides, Whistleclan’s Starclan meetingplace, for Rainpaw’s healer apprentice ceremony. Rainpaw is supposed to commune with Starclan and seek their guidance on how to move forward as a healer apprentice without a mentor. And Flarepaw… well Flarepaw is just tagging along for moral support and protection from the many potential threats that lurk in this area of the territory.
It’s early evening, the sun setting low over the top of the cliffs above the beach that makes up most of Whistleclan territory. The ceremony has to happen when it’s fully dark out, but Flarepaw would rather travel at night as little as possible. He is supposed to be keeping Rainpaw safe after all.
Their walk has been silent so far, but now they’ve reached the abandoned twoleg nest, marking the start of the easiest path up the cliffs. Flarepaw gestures with his head and Rainpaw follows him up the slope. They pass the waterfall and start moving into the forest. Rainpaw looks around in awe at this part of the territory, and Flarepaw remembers that she’s never actually been here before. Their flight from the old camp had been along the beach, not the top of the cliffs. This is the first time Rainpaw has seen this many trees at once.
“Whoaa, I didn’t know we had a whole forest on our territory!” Rainpaw breaks the silence between them.
“Well, Thicketclan has most of it on their territory, but yes we do have a section of forest allocated to us.”
“How come you never told me? I was so worried about having to gather herbs out on the beach. I don’t even know what kinds of herbs grow on the beach!” After a pause, she adds more quietly, “I guess I don’t really know what kinds of herbs grow in the forest either… That’s why I’m going to need to learn!”
Flarepaw is charmed and reassured by the younger apprentice’s enthusiasm. He’d been worried that she’d be more, well, worried at the prospect of learning to be a healer without a proper mentor. But he knows she has the guidance of Starclan on her side, and from watching her grow up, he knows that she can do anything she puts her mind to.
“We’re almost there,” Flarepaw lets Rainpaw know. “We just need to cross the river again up ahead.” Flarepaw catches a whiff of the Thicketclan border and reminds himself that this is the first time that Rainpaw will smell the other clans’ scents. He glances over to see her wrinkle her nose.
“What in Starclan’s name is that smell?” She asks Flarepaw, affronted by the assault on her senses.
“That would be Thicketclan scent mostly, mixed with a bit of Heatherclan and Bluffclan too. We’re about to enter neutral territory, which means all the clans’ scents will intermingle.”
“Wow, I know you sometimes joke about how bad the other clans smell, but I didn’t realize you meant it so… literally.”
Finally, after crossing the river once more, the two apprentices reach the mouth of a yawning tunnel into the ground, the entrance to the Echocave where the clans conduct their full moon Gatherings. Flarepaw had only been to one gathering before the fall of Whistleclan, but still, it feels weird to see the Echocave so empty. He leads Rainpaw down into the earth and after a pause, she follows. The cave isn’t all that dark really, despite the late hour. The hole in the cave ceiling lets in enough starlight to see by, although the moon is closer to waning than waxing. It’s certainly no darker than the caves the call home. And then, they reach the mouth of the cave where the Glowing Tides can be reached.
Flarepaw pads to a stop near the entrance and gestures at it with his plume of a tail. “Well, there it is. Briarstar said that no one is supposed to go in there except for healers and clan leaders, so I don’t think I should go in with you, but, well, good luck in there. I’ll be out here if you need anything…” Flarepaw trails off a little awkwardly, not sure what to say to someone who is most likely about to see the ghosts of their dead clanmates.
“Thank you for coming with me,” Rainpaw says quietly, leaning her head against Flarepaw for a moment. “I always feel safer with you around.” She smiles up at him–and since when is she almost at eye level with him, when did she grow up that much.
Rainpaw turns to pad down the tunnel towards the Glowing Tides, but before she leaves the Echocave, Flarepaw calls, “Wait! Uh, if you see, well. If you see, y’know. Just.” He can’t find the words. “Just, say hi from me, ok?”
Rainkit feels tears beginning to well in her eyes, but she smiles at him again, sadder this time, and says, “Of course I will.”
#clangen#warrior cats#warriors#wc#whistleclan#whistlemoon#whistle flare#whistle rain#you don't have to read this to understand the comic's story#also little reminder that asks are open :3 I'd be thrilled to receive one!!
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History with Conan: Japan’s Jomon Period (The Sannai Maruyama Site)
The Sannai Maruyama Site is the largest Jomon village, located in Japan’s Aomori Prefecture, in Aomori City. It was built around 3900 to 2200 BCE. At its peak, it's thought that hundreds of people lived there. Many of its buildings have been reconstructed, so you can go and see the site for yourself. They offer tours and have a museum, gift shop, restaurant, and theater (English audio available).
Map of the reconstruction, from left to right:
Mitsuhiko: So Jomon buildings weren’t all pit dwellings!
Ayumi: Wow, what a big house!
Genta: The reconstructed big pit dwelling is 15 meters tall?! (nearly 50 feet)
Pillar-supported buildings: These buildings are elevated on pillars sunk into the ground. It’s thought they were used as storehouses.
Big pillar-supported building: A giant building made from 6 chestnut wood pillars with a diameter of around 1 meter (around 3 feet). It’s not clear what its purpose was. The manga in this book depicts it as a watchtower.
Big pit dwelling: Around 32 meters long (around 105 feet), and around 10 meters wide (around 33 feet), this is a giant pit dwelling. It could have been a meetingplace, a collaborative workshop, or a Jomon-style apartment building.
The whole site is around 42 hectares. That’s 42,0000 square meters, or 4,521,000 square feet!
With illustrations and information from History Detective Conan 1: Jomon Period (Time Drifters in a Primitive World). Additional info from the Site’s English language website.
Next Time: Trade
Kofi Tip Jar
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Thats Germany!
Why the hell are you immediately an anti-Semite if you criticize Israel?
In Germany, pro-Palestine demonstrations are unwelcome. In the German Basic Law its written about freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom of assembly. At present exactly these laws are ignored and pro Palestine demonstration are stamped as a meetingplace of the radical Muslims.
The press BILD is currently trying to publish many reports that are clearly directed against Muslims.
If I want to go to a pro Palestine demonstration, I don't need a special religion or nationality. I go to the demonstration because I am against this genocide and not because I am a radical Muslim or anti-Semitie.
Today's German people are not guilty for the past history of Germany and Israel. If we want to demonstrate against a genocide, Germany is the last country to forbid it. Because no innocent Palestinian is guilty for the history of Germany.
And if we are against war, then we have the right to speak and no government can take that away from us.
And we are supposed to live in a democracy?xD
Please wake up
#free palestine#palestine#free gaza#gaza#israel is committing genocide#isreal#stop the genocide#genocide#fuckbild#BILD#BILD Germany#germany#freedom#we are not numbers#ethnic cleansing#islam is peace#freedom of speech#freedom of assembly#freedom of religion#BILD Magazin#Israel#fuck israel#israel is a terrorist state#israel is an apartheid state#gaza strip#gaza under attack#israël#gaza genocide#save gaza#gazaunderattack
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Greetings. I have been told you are a warrior from the depths of the ocean. I have been meaning to spar with someone for a while and was inquiring if you would be willing to. It is simply to “brush up” on my skills as a paladin, and since you are one as well I figured I would ask.
- @thanatos-godkiller
I WOULD LOVE TO! IT HAS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I SPARRED WITH ANOTHER PALADIN! I LIVE ON A BOAT, SO IT MIGHT BE HARD TO COORDINATE A MEETINGPLACE....
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Some parts have changed more. The old oak was a meetingplace for me and my friends. The trees surrounding it have killed it slowly but now have the community cut down and open up the area (but I belive its a bit late for the old oaktree). A bit strange with the open area where there before was big spruce and pine trees that we used to play arround.
June 2023
Stora Eken, Hacksta skogen, Åkersberga, Stockholms län, Uppland, Sweden
#sweden#swedish#my photos#my life#enjoythelittlethings#nature#gaylife#sunlight#forest#oak tree#old tree#pine trees#trees#trees and forests#childhood#childhood memories#memories#memorylane#gayguy#gay#my stuff#myself#selfie#loveofnature#naturewalk#my hometown#myhappyplace#my heart#june 2023#swedish summer
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This tavern is known as a meetingplace for random secret people, and also for a soup obsession.
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TEXAS ARCHIVES WAR Angelina Eberly firing off a cannon
In March 1842 a division of the Mexican army under Gen. Rafael Vásquez appeared at San Antonio demanding the surrender of the town; the Texans were not prepared to resist and withdrew.
On March 10 President Sam Houston called an emergency session of the Texas Congress.
Fearing that the Mexicans would move on Austin, he named Houston as the meetingplace.
The citizens of Austin, fearful that the president wished to make Houston the capital, formed a vigilante committee of residents and warned department heads that any attempt to move state papers would be met with armed resistance.
President Houston called the Seventh Congress into session at Washington-on-the-Brazos and at the end of December 1842 sent a company of rangers under Col. Thomas I. Smith and Capt. Eli Chandler to Austin with orders to remove the archives but not to resort to bloodshed.
The Austin vigilantes were unprepared for the raid, and the rangers loaded the archives in wagons and drove away, but not before Mrs. Angelina Eberly fired a cannon at them.
On January 1, 1843 the vigilance committee, under Capt. Mark B. Lewis, seized a cannon from the arsenal and overtook the wagons at Kenney's Fort on Brushy Creek.
Only a few shots were fired before the rangers gave up the papers in order to avoid bloodshed.
The archives were returned to Austin and remained there unmolested until Austin became the capital again in 1844.
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I tell you this because I fear the lesson I taught you first was the one you learned the best: that you are always alone, that no one will ever help you, that whatever must be done, only you can do. I cannot speak to the deep recesses of your mind, but only to the uppermost part, the conscious mind that has spoken and written to me so eloquently all these years. So I hope you can hear my message and pass it along for the part of you that will not at first believe it:
You are the least-alone person I have ever known. Your heart has always included within it everyone who let you love them, and many who did not. The meetingplace of all these communities you formed was your own heart; they knew you held them there, and it made them one with each other. Yet the gift you gave them, none was able to give you, and I fear this is because I did my evil work too well, and built a wall in your mind that cannot let you receive the knowledge of what and who you are.
Orson Scott Card, Ender in Exile
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A journey along the Lea #849 the meeting place… #psychogeography #urbanlandscape #newtopographic #thenewtopographicmovement #riverlea #london #hackneywick #remnantmagazine #nowherediary #thezonezine #discarded #meetingplace https://www.instagram.com/p/CflLD_YIcKL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
#849#psychogeography#urbanlandscape#newtopographic#thenewtopographicmovement#riverlea#london#hackneywick#remnantmagazine#nowherediary#thezonezine#discarded#meetingplace
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