#pod of pelicans

[meteorologistaustenlonek]

There are many names for a group of #pelicans. Proper term is a pod, also a pouch, a scoop, a squadron, or - if fishing together - a fleet.

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[heykayhayes]

Updated NPC portraits of the leaders of the guild I built for the long-form DND campaign I just started this past month! I'm doing a very homebrewy take on the Tyranny of Dragons arc- starting with Hoarde of the Dragon Queen. I created a guild with seven factions based off of different birds/ adventuring skills, called the "Flocked Feathers." Each of my players is from a different guild faction. They'll be coming together under order of the Guildmaster for the special mission of collecting five Tiamat masks.

Murder of Crows - black ops mercenaries Study of Owls - protectors of arcane knowledge, artifacts Pod of Pelicans - sea-faring adventurers Flamboyance of Flamingos - guardians of high society, popular cities Kettle of Hawks - desert-dwelling heroes protecting trade routes Clutch of Hens - defenders of homesteads, farms, villages Swoop of Sparrows - preservers of nature, the natural world

Pyrus is going to be NPC/PCing as the party's Questmaster! He was "proboted" to this position by the Guildmaster. After Pyrus was caught leeching guild resources to support his personal quest for revenge against Tiamat cultists (thus working against the collective interest of the Flock), Guildmaster Viotto threatened to remove Pyrus from the Flock entirely. The trade to remain a member of the Flock was that Pyrus must accept a leadership position pursuing exactly what he wants- capturing Tiamat cultists- but as the leader of a team of worthy, young recruits. That's the "probation" part of the "probotion..." Pyrus is much more comfortable on solo missions and is not looking forward to being responsible for what happens to anyone else. Pyrus is in for a ride with this team, I can't wait to play him again, especially against all the amazing characters my friends have made!

What's really cool about a two-part campaign that spans so much time is everyone's character gets to begin at the sort of least-evolved version of themself, allowing a lot of room for growth over the course of the adventure. It's gonna be amazing!

[shoggothslime]

What kinds of merpeople the Termina Contestants would be

(already shared these thoughts on twitter, might as well share them here too)

Pav's a lionfish because they're invasive, they move their spines in a way that's similar to peacocking, and they have venomous stings.

Marcoh's a mantis shrimp because they punch the shit out of their prey. Simple answer.

Daan's a moon jellyfish because of Blank Soul, how they're the most common jellyfish for others to pluck out of the wild for a pet (but often kill them due to them needing specific tanks), and... moon and all... :3

He'd also be really cute as a jellyfish. I'm biased.

Abella's a giant pacific octopus because they're incredibly smart and strong. Also the red reminds me of her hair and it'd be fun to imagine her using all her octopus arms to tinker with stuff.

Olivia's a leafy seadragon because of how they blend themselves into the plant life they make their homes. Mermaid Olivia wouldn't be able to swim strongly but I like to think of her grabbing onto plants to help move herself around in kelp forests. :D

Levi's a spotted garden eel because they live in these little sand holes (trenches :3c) and are rather shy. They can however get used to certain presences such as people in aquariums. I recommend looking at the Sumida Aquarium story.

O'saa is a yellow boxfish because yes yes yellow mage, but these fish also can release deadly neurotoxins into the water which is basically hurting if you think about it.

Samarie is a gulper/pelican eel because I was obligated to make her a deep sea fish and it reminds me of Dysmorphia. Also she'd be a cute eel mermaid.

Tanaka is an oarfish due to them being known for being found dead or dying in shallower waters before earthquakes or tsunamis. Literally the opening kill as a fish. So sorry Tanaka lol.

August is an Orca because of their hunting tactics being so brutal and said hunting tactics being passed from parents to children in a pod, making different pods having different tactics and cultures. Like how Rag's influence can be seen in August.

Karin is an orange-lined triggerfish because of how territorial and aggressive they are despite their appearance. They often catch new salt water tank owners off guard by how willing they are to throw down.

Caligura is a goblin shark because it's a deep sea fish that feasts upon bottomfeeders. I also refused to let Caligura be a fish that even I could find cute. :3

Marina is a clownfish because the anemones are kind of like a warding sigil and she's a silly billy among the horrors at times. :3 They are also one of the tropical fish to be able to change from male to female. They are also my favorite childhood fish. Someone had to be one.

And finally, Henryk is a blue angel because despite how they look, they will poison the shit out of you and it will be painful and suck so much. Not worth touching.

[mutant-distraction]

Pelicans have several collective nouns, each with its own unique meaning and usage. Here are some of the most common ones:

Pouch: A group of pelicans that are flying together in a close formation, often used to describe a majestic gathering of pelicans in flight.

Pod: A group of pelicans that travel together, often used to describe a group of pelicans that are migrating or foraging together.

Scoop: A group of pelicans that feed together, often used to describe a group of pelicans that are feeding on fish or other food sources.

Squadron: A group of pelicans that fly in formation, often used to describe a group of pelicans that are flying in a coordinated manner.

[birdbrain-npts]

Albatross + Pelican ID Pack

Pt: Albatross + Pelican ID Pack /end pt

Name: Albatross, Alamos, Alba, Albatrus, Birdie, Comus, Fisher, Hunter, Laysan, Molly, Mollymock, Nigel, Occiden, Occidentelis, Oceanus, Pan, Pele, Pelecanidae, Peli, Pelican, Scavenger, Sea, Seabird, Soot, Sooty, Talon, Zeus

Pronouns: bird/birds, alba/albatross, beak/beaks, birb/birbs, carrion/carrions, fish/fishs, fli/flight, flight/flights, mine/mines, offal/offals, pelican/pelicans, scavenge/scavenges, scavenger/scavengers, sea/bird, seabird/seabirds, soot/soots, wing/wings, 🌊/🌊s, 🌫️/🌫️s, 🍟/🍟s, 🐟/🐟s, 🐠/🐠s, 🐦/🐦s, 🦀/🦀s, 🦐/🦐s, 🦞/🦞s, 🪽/🪽s

Titles: an omen of death / the afterlife, little albatross, little bird, little pelican, prn who flies over seas, prn who flocks, prn who lives in a rookery / brief / pod / squadron, prn who loves the tropics, prn who symbolizes burden / obstacles, the beach-dweller, the bird, the most legendary bird, the opportunistic eater, the seabird, the symbol of burden / obstacles

Genders: Pelicangender, Peliextranic, Genderpelecanus, Birdhoard, Birdsacrific, Birdhoppic, Somnolentusavis, Birdplushgiven, Wingsproutaen, Birdsproutaen, Transoceannex, Calmwavian

Other ids: soot/soots, wing/wings, Misceavian, Bird Otherhearted, Alderavitalon, Birdperspesque, Ocean..?, Oceanbreeziden, Oceanlexiden

Text in bold is: Names, Pronouns, Titles, Genders, and Other ids respectively

All term names are links

Requested by @murderhornetss

Tagging @id-pack-archive

[pleistocene-pride]

Pelecanus occidentalis, better known as the brown pelican is a bird of the pelican family, Pelecanidae, and one of three species endemic to the Americas where brown pelicans can be found along the Atlantic Coast from New Jersey to the mouth of the Amazon River, and along the Pacific Coast from British Columbia to Peru, including the Galapagos Islands. They are a purely marine species which inhabits coastlines, estuaries, mangrove swamps, and shallow pelagic waters where they roosts on rocks, water, rocky cliffs, piers, jetties, sand beaches, and mudflats. Brown pelicans are primarily piscivorous feeding on a wide variety of fish as well as the occasional crustacean, amphibian, and hatchling bird/ eggs. Besides its sister species, the Peruvian pelican, the brown pelican is the only pelican to primarily forage via diving, flying up to some 60 to 70ft above the water it scans below for schools of fish and once located the brown pelican dives towards them bill-first like a kingfisher completely submerging as it attempts to catch as many fish as possible in its wide bill & throat pouch. Brown pelicans are themselves eaten by sharks, various raptors particularly bald eagles, sea lions, bobcats, feral dogs, alligators, crocodiles, skuas and gulls. Reaching around 3.3 to 5ft (1 to 1.52m) in length, 4.4 to 11lbs (2 to 5kgs) in weight, with a 6.8 to 7.6ft (2.03 to 2.28m) wingspan, the brown pelican ranks amongst the largest flying birds in its regions yet it is the smallest of the 8 species of pelicans. The Brown Pelicans breeding plumage has a white head with a yellowish wash on the crown. The nape and neck are dark maroon–brown. The upper sides of the neck have white lines along the base of the gular pouch, and the lower fore neck has a pale yellowish patch. The breast and belly are dark brown and the webbed feet are black. The nonbreeding adult has a white head and neck. The pink skin around the eyes becomes dull and gray in the nonbreeding season. The brown pelican is a monogamous breeder which often breeds from march till may, but does not pair for life. They are a colonial species. The male chooses a nesting site and then perspective females arrive and they perform for each other to judge there compatibility. Once a pair forms a bond, they build a nest out of reeds, leaves, pebbles, feathers, and sticks some 3.3 to 10ft (1 to 3m) off the ground. Here 2 to 4 oval eggs may be laid then incubated by both parents for some 28 to 30 days. The young stay with there parents until fledging at around 63 days. After that, the juvenile leave the nest and gather into small groups known as pods. Under ideal conditions a brown pelican will reach sexual maturity at around 3 to 5 years of age and may live upwards of 30.

[theygotlost]

well i did a lot of things at the beach today...

read murders of the rue morgue by edgy allan poe which was kind of awesome 🦧

saw a cormorant that was just standing there chillin and it let me get within 5 or 6 feet of it

also saw a pod of dolphins, a flock of plovers, and lots of pelicans

found a really cool 7 foot long stick that i used as a walking stick for the rest of the day (i left it on the beach cause i couldnt fot it in my car and it felt wrong to take it anyway. thats gods creation)

found a dead pelican and poked it with the stick

used the stick to draw a bunch of circles and lines in the sand

found a beached uhhhh stingray ? or something of that nature that was still alive so i pushed it back into the water

stepped in tar or crude oil or something and got it on my hands somehow and its really sticky and wont wash out and smells like a bicycle pump

[heedra]

i saw so many fucking cetaceans today it's fucking unbelievable. saw multiple minke whales, a pilot whale, and some fucking huge pods of porpoises. also saw some blue sharks, brown pelicans, and a couple sea lions. which aren't cetaceans, but are equally cool. also tons of albacore tuna, obviously, which like: if you haven't really looked at a tuna lately you should go find some photos. they are phenomenally beautiful fish and if you're only used to seeing em in cans it can be easy to forget that they are enormous, blisteringly fast apex predators.

unbelievably cool planet.

[sunspray-peak]

Ch. 52: The Smallest Scrap of a Whole Picture

TUESDAY - WINTER 2 

Run. 

Perhaps it was the lie he told Evelyn the day before that had put the idea into his head, but Achilles woke early the next morning with a voice in his brain insisting he do something more than wallow like a sad, pitiful slug in his bed. 

Running would be, at the very least, a small distraction. Just like yesterday’s trip to Meteor Elementary. Not that he had felt better after the visit, but surely it hadn’t hurt. 

Regardless, cigarettes and sleeping pills could only do so much to calm him, and he never did like the haze they induced much anyway. Wasn’t exercise supposed to be a stress reliever? Although, hell, what was he supposedly even stressed about anyway… 

Pathetic. What’s wrong with you? 

Perhaps he’d go for the backroads. With luck, he’d avoid the townspeople. He wasn’t in the mood to chat. 

Run. Eat. Sleep. Three more bullets for the brain. 

He was slower than usual. He blamed the lingering soreness from the mines, but at least he was moving. At least he was doing something… 

Past Marnie and Shane’s (what’s Shane doing these days? Back at Jojamart? The thought was fleeting), cutting swiftly through Pelican Park to the lonely little trail to the railroad… 

“Fuck!” 

A sloppy step had sent him skidding on the little bridge right by the parking lot. Stupid! Just as Evelyn had warned him; it was too early for the sun to have fully melted the night’s frost. 

His Pear Pods had fallen out in his little tumble, and his hands were stinging as he crawled along the icy stone to grab them—fuck, he better not have re-broken anything, he had only a few more days with the damn cast… 

He had just been about to reinsert his earbuds when he heard it—a laugh. Definitely a woman, though not one he thought he recognized. 

Clambering up, Achilles quickly wiped off the bits of bloody evidence from his scrapes. He didn’t need anyone’s pity. 

Slowly, he neared the parking lot to investigate. Perhaps it was tourists. They got them every once in awhile on non-festival days, folks stopping by the Valley on their way to Sunspray Peak, hikers grabbing some last provisions from the JojaMart (or the general store, if Pierre got his way). 

But it was actually Alex. 

Alex getting out of the passenger seat of a little red sedan, his gym bag in hand, though at 7am, it was clear he wasn’t coming back from work. 

Achilles stopped in his tracks and ducked behind a large oak. 

Perhaps you ought to turn back… 

But curiosity got the better of him, and despite his rapidly sinking stomach, he peered through the bare branches. 

Tanya was in the driver’s seat—the laugher, clearly. And as she leaned out the window to chat with Alex, one hand playfully swatting his arm at some inaudible joke, the pit in Achilles’ stomach grew deeper and deeper. She laughed again, her fingers reaching to interlock with Alex’s before pulling him lower. Closer. Down to her eye level. And though Alex’s back was turned, there was no mistaking what was happening. 

That’s enough. 

Achilles pulled himself back from the scene just as Tanya pulled Alex’s face to hers. 

“Right.”

He retreated behind the cloak of the tree line, leaned against the trunk of the oak. Squatted to the ground and braced himself against the frosty grass as the world begin to spin. “Sure. Right.” 

He wouldn’t cry. He’d cried enough for the next ten years—and what on earth was there to cry about anyway? Talk about pathetic. Why did he care? Was he going to feel bad every time he saw Alex kiss a girl? If so, he’d better get used to it. Alex was hot, he was nice, he was happy, he was young… if anything, it was remarkable that it’d taken a whole year for this to happen. 

Deep breaths, deep breaths.

But with each and every breath came a flash flood of memories, each a twisting stab in his gut. Alex’s hand on his chest. His lips against his cheek. Alex stroking his back. The citrus smell of his hair and the salt of the ocean he swam in. The way he smiled, the way he always listened. 

That was enough. 

Not willing to wait to witness whatever came after for the two in the parking lot, Achilles turned and sprinted noiselessly back down the path. 

*****

He ran. Longer than he’d ever run before in the Valley, and that was saying something. Weaving through every possible route by the mountains, by the sewers, down through Cindersap, down even to the cliffs he had once found Shane what seemed like a lifetime ago—seeing nothing and no one, scarcely aware of anything except the dull pound of his footsteps until he slipped, again, on the bridge to the beach, palms and knees skidding roughly against the cobblestones. 

“FUCK.” 

“Achilles! Oh dear, oh dear—my dear friend, that was quite the tumultuous tumble. Please, take my hand…” 

The large figure that had been standing by the bridge knelt, gently clasping Achilles’ elbow and helping Achilles to his feet. 

“Are you all right?” 

“Fine. Fuck. Fine…” 

But it was clear by Elliott’s cocked brow that his friend didn’t believe him for even a second. Not that evaluating his paltry condition required a particularly discerning eye. The damp stains currently darkening his knees from his icy fall were just the tip of the iceberg. Dark circles under red rimmed eyes. Cat hair all over wrinkled clothes. A slightly stale and sour smell beneath the masking scent of cigarette smoke. 

Achilles scratched the unshaved stubble on his cheek, licked his cracked, bleeding lips and took a deep breath.

“I’m f—”

But Elliott cut him off with a bright, toothy grin and slipped his arm firmly into Achilles’. “Rather exemplary timing, my friend! I have just finished baring witness to the annual migration of the endangered golden goose—or shall I say, anser aurumus! Such beautiful plumage! Now why don’t you join me in my cabin? I’m in the mood for some company, and perhaps I can put on for us a cup of tea…” 

*****

“Now my dear friend.” Elliott lay a steaming, chipped cup in front of Achilles before taking the wobbly desk chair across from him.

What a sorry little shack this was, Achilles thought bitterly to himself as he took a sip of watery tea. Only one chair in the whole space—Elliott had had to drag over the piano bench for Achilles to sit. His commitment to his penniless lifestyle was admiral, but why have money if not to spend it? Achilles couldn’t help but critique Elliott’s choice. Surely using his lottery winnings or inheritance or whatever to purchase one more chair wouldn’t distract him from his publishing pursuits. 

But nausea struck him with a guilty start when he remembered Elliott had broken this vow only once, to help purchase the typewriter… 

“Why don’t you tell me what it is that ails you?” 

“Ah.” 

Achilles paused, tracing his fingertip along the rim of the cup. Where to even start? Six years ago or three days ago, what was the difference… He didn’t particularly want to tell Elliott (or anyone, really) anything anyway—not now, not before he had a chance to sort through it all himself, and he was definitely in no rush to do that… 

“Please, Achilles—as your friend, I would be more than happy to lend an ear to your troubles.” Elliott accompanied his words with a small bow of his head, a large hand atop his heart. “I have heard some say that to ease the tongue can oft help to ease the mind.” 

Right…

Avoiding Elliott’s probing gaze, Achilles took first another long sip from his tea. Well. It couldn’t hurt… right? But perhaps he’d start with the simplest issue at hand… 

“Alex—”

“Oooooooh!” 

“Are you going to let me talk?” Achilles grunted. Rude, yes, but he didn’t care. In fact, he even followed the words with a narrow glare. “What are you ‘oooing’ so excitedly about?” 

But Elliott was unperturbed, his hazel eyes rather admirably immune to Achilles’ growing animosity as they brightened in anticipation. “Well, after the events of Spirit’s Eve, I thought perhaps—”

“What events?” And he scowled at his instinctual eagerness to protect his image—Alex had sworn no one from town (other than Lewis and Marnie) had witnessed his breakdown after the maze… oh, but even if he had been mistaken, Elliott of all people wouldn’t judge him for it… chill out, you pompous fucking prick of a puffin.  

“Why! Oh my dear friend, surely—well, I assumed—surely the events of the night hadn’t escaped those observant eyes of yours! I have never seen the boy so enamored—”

“Enamored.” 

“Oh yes! Absolutely glowing, young Alex was that evening. Always in your company! I scarcely saw him tear his gaze from you all evening, and always with such a lovely smile on his face. Oh, my dear friend, I said to myself—and to Leah, of course, I hope you do not mind—I believe we have a romance a-brewing!” 

“Well you believed wrong.” Achilles wrenched one of the stale crab cakes Elliott had offered to him in half, crumbs scattering across the table. “Alex had a date yesterday. Must’ve stayed the night.” 

Elliott’s face fell immediately. “Oh. I see.” He reached across the table for Achilles’ hand, but Achilles scooted backwards, leaving bits of crab cake in his hair as he ran his hand through the unbrushed tangle. “Perhaps it was but a prior commitment, or perhaps—”  

“Can we talk about something else?” 

“Oh, but my friend, if you would like to relieve yourself of—”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

The edge in his tone and the simmer in his eyes was enough to silence Elliott. Not for too long though, for the man was always eager to fill silence, and it took but a minute for him to recover and transition to his usual, favorite topic. 

“Well then… I was considering planning a book reading some time this season. Nothing grandiose—something simple, perhaps just for the Stardew community. A final farewell of sorts before sending it out into the world for publication consideration!” Here, Elliott rose both arms, as if awaiting an embrace. 

“Fuck…” Elbows on the table, Achilles pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Elliott, I’m so sorry, I know I told you I’d finish it before the end of Fall… I’ll get it back to you with my notes soon, I swear—” 

“Oh, nonsense, nonsense!” This time, Elliott succeeded in grasping both of Achilles’ hands, leaning across the table to wrench back his wrists, and nearly sending him sprawling off-balance, headfirst into the plate of mushed up crab cakes. “I know you have been busy, my friend. Saving the Valley, I hear! A delay in my schedule is but a small price to pay. But speaking of which, how are you feeling about tomorrow?” 

“Wish it wouldn’t come,” Achilles grunted, swiping back his hands. “Plan on spending the day sleeping.” 

Elliott gasped. “Through your own ceremony?” 

“What ceremony?” 

“Why, your ceremony, of course! And Abigail’s! Celebrating your victory in the mines! Our fine mayor sent us all a letter in the mail just yesterday, surely you received—”

Achilles made a noise somewhere between another grunt and a snarl. “I don’t check my mail, Elliott. I fucking hate the mail. It’s just ads. And coupons. And more ads—if anyone has anything important to say, they should just fucking call.” 

At these words, Elliott started, and a curious gleam crept into his hazel eyes. “You… you never check the mail, you say?” 

“Not unless I’m expecting something.” 

“Ho ho—” 

“And what are you ‘ho hoing’ about now?” Achilles stood. It was time to go. The mere thought of his heated mattress was lightyears more welcome then spending even one more second on the receiving end of curious looks and sympathetic sighs… 

“I myself left you a letter in the early Spring! Shortly after your arrival, inviting you to my cabin for a writerly chat. After young Sebastian had informed me of your accomplishments, I was more than eager to learn more about your work and your process! 

“Oh, but you never responded…” Elliott’s face drooped at the memory. “I thought, perhaps, I had insulted you. A junior writer such as myself reaching out to someone of your caliber… oh, my shame! Well, I was put off a bit, I will not lie. But I swore to never disturb you again, henceforth. 

“But after the… shall we call them… events of the final evening of the Spring, I found you a most delightful young man—so very kind and open with your knowledge. No letter was ever mentioned, and I came to conclude that perhaps my words had merely been lost in the mail.

“How illuminating it is now, to learn you never read them to begin with! ” Elliott rested a firm hand on Achilles’ shoulder and walked him to the door. “I would not call it a miscommunication—no, ’tis far too one-sided for that—but perhaps something more akin to that of a… false conclusion drawn but from only the smallest scrap of a whole picture. How intriguing! 

“But no matter—look at us now!” Elliott gave a short bow as Achilles opened the door. “One of my most wonderful friends! Please know you can count on me anytime, Achilles—you are very important to me, my dear friend. I am here for you.” 

*****

“Fuck—fuck, god dammit…” 

Not for the first time that day, a burst of pain swept through Achilles fingers. After escaping Elliott’s, he had stopped to grab his usual steaming hot post-run tea from Pierre’s (which was now steaming all over his fingers) before heading back to Strawberry Farms with nothing but sleep on his mind. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” Achilles set the cup on his railing and wiped his burning fingers across his already rather stained joggers, all the while glaring at Alex who had appeared as suddenly as a shadow spirit, leaping from one of the rocking chairs the moment Achilles had stepped foot onto the porch. 

A sickly sweet cloud accompanied Alex’s steps as he bounded forward, and Achilles’ stomach tightened as Alex’s lips parted ever so slightly, first in confusion, and then to say, “You… smell like smoke.” It seemed scent was top of mind for Alex as well today.

“And you smell like cotton candy. “ Achilles didn’t stop his nose from twitching as he retrieved his house keys from his pocket and made for the door. “What do you want, why are you here?” 

The trespasser at least had the decency to blush at the brusqueness of the interrogation. “Oh. Well. Um. Well my grandma told me you stopped by yesterday. Just wanted to… see if you needed something. From me.” 

“Nope. Don’t need anything.”

“Are you sure?” 

Yoba, the porch was practically shaking with the rate Alex was bouncing on his heels. Achilles sighed and shoved the door open with his shoulder. 

“I believe I asked her if you wanted to join me on a run. That was it. Nothing important.” 

“Oh.” Alex frowned, but Achilles had already turned back to the door, missing this flash of disappointment. 

“As I said, nothing important.” 

“Oh, I see… Sorry, I was… out. Last minute concert thing, Tanya asked after work…” Alex finished his sentence in a fidgety mumble, taking a breath before rallying with his usual bright smile, “But do you wanna maybe go for a run now?” 

Achilles already had one foot inside, but he paused to give Alex the haughtiest look he could muster. “Alex.” He motioned at the running shoes on his feet. “I just got back from one.” 

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Of course. Duh. You’ve got your tea and everything…” Alex grimaced and shook his head as he stuffed his hands in his hoodie’s kangaroo pouch. “Stupid.” 

At that word, Achilles softened. 

“Right…” He sighed and leaned against his doorframe, his good hand braced against the hinges. “Listen, I’m sorry Al, I’m just really tired—“

“—I got an interview.” 

“Pardon?” 

“I got an interview. On Monday. For that manager job at Orange Grove. Found out yesterday.” 

Ah. I see now. 

Achilles clicked his tongue. “Should’ve led with that, talk about burying the lede. I suppose you’re here to—”

“I applied at the end of Fall. I didn’t want to tell you, in case nothing came out of it, and you were busy with all the mine stuff anyway, but I was wondering… maybe you could help me again? If you have time? You were really helpful with the resume stuff, wouldn’t have even made it past that step without you…” 

“Yeah, yeah, that’s enough flattery out of you. Stop kissing my ass.” Perhaps on another day, Achilles would’ve accompanied the words with a sly smile, or even a chuckle. But today the joke tasted sour in his mouth. 

So this is why Alex is here, lurking on your door step. Career advice. 

Well. Might as well. What else are you good for?

“No!” Alex eyes gleamed in naive, innocent insistence. “Promise, I’m not trying to butter you up, it’s the truth, and only if you have time—”

Ask and ye shall receive… 

“Stop by whenever. Not like I’m doing much these days.” This time, Achilles managed a small, tight lipped smile. “Congratulations.” 

Alex brightened. Likely Achilles’ acquiescence had eased his anxiety: his mission here successfully accomplished…

“Thank you! Saturday work for you? I have that day off this week.” 

“Sure. I’ll… pencil you in…”

*****

Achilles grabbed a cigarette from the side table the moment he shut the door behind him. It wasn’t a habit, as he crossly told Voltaire who had skittered forward. Just something he occasionally used to do during times of… stress? Annoyance? Well, he didn’t know what he’d call it, but he knew it when he felt it. 

“I’m not an addict, I can quit anytime,” he grumbled over Voltaire’s mews as he flicked his lighter. “Look, I even have the window open. Praise me, please.” 

He shuffled over to his desk, scooting a pile of dirty clothes off from the chair and fumbling among the towers of books and take out containers for his planner. 

Stupid ass ceremony tomorrow. Finish Elliott’s book by Friday. Interview prep with Alex on Saturday. Would you look at that. The week was really filling up. 

Now that was a thought that almost made him laugh—“almost” being the key word, for in lieu of a chuckle something more akin to a derisive snort spluttered from his throat. 

Pathetic pathetic pathetic. 

Shouldn’t he be excited? Shouldn’t he be happy? Alex had said it himself—a whole ass ceremony, all for him (and Abigail). Should’ve been the stuff of his dreams…

And speaking of Alex. Oh to spend a whole day with him, just them two. Even if it was career advice…

And Elliott. His bewildering admiration for Achilles’ writing, his eagerness to impress, and the trust he held in Achilles’ feedback… it should have been flattering. 

God, what do you want? 

All these things. And yet he only felt hollow and bitter. 

But you know why, don’t you? Don’t lie to yourself. 

The ceremony was a sham—he shouldn’t be celebrated, it had all been Abigail. What had he done but splutter at some shadow brutes and delivered the final blow to the Portal? He’d never have gotten there without her. 

And Elliott’s manuscript was just yet another reminder of his own failures, his own lack of skill, lack of creativity, lack of focus. 

And Alex… god, it couldn’t have all been in his head, could it? Not if Elliott had noticed… Achilles still hadn’t allowed himself the time to fully parse through Alex’s mixed signal behavior from Spirit’s Eve, but now, after witnessing this morning’s events, he probably wouldn’t ever let his imagination go down that path. What would it bring but envy and regret? 

You’re pathetic and useless and you have no potential and you will never be happy .

What could he do? Nothing, really, except to keep moving, keep moving… get the damn ceremony over with, maybe learn a thing or two from Elliott, fully stomp out any lasting remains of longing with Alex. Anything to move even the tiniest step forward. No matter how tough it was to even tug on some pants in the mornings, he had to keep moving. For he’d definitely make no progress continuing to laze about like this… 

[d-nobile]

UNSC The Heart of Midlothian (DD-366)

Today's ship of the day is the Halberd-class UNSC The Heart of Midlothian (DD-366) from Halo! 

Meta info: The ship was named for the seventh of Sir Walter Scott's "Waverly" Novels. It also shares its name with a football club based in Edinburgh, Scotland.

Canonical info: The most notable event in the ship's career was her hijacking by covenant forces near the human colony of Algolis. The objective of the Covenant's operation was to recover navigation data in order to locate human colonies to expand the scope of their campaign.

The ship was ultimately scuttled by ODST Michael Baird and the ship's on-board AI Mo Ye to deny the Covenant access to the navigation data.

Technical Specs:

Dimensions: 485 meters (Length)

Crew: 250 sailors, 50 marines

Armament: twin-linked MAC battery, 26 missile pods, 4 point defense guns, 3 nuclear missile silos

Compliment: F-29 Nandao aerospace fighters, 2 Pelican dropships

Propulsion system: Fusion engines

FTL method: Wormhole travel

Additional notes: The Halberd-class is used to represent the antagonist ship Staff of Charon in seasons 10, 12, and 13 of Red vs. Blue.

D's Thoughts: I love the Halberd-class. It's a beautiful ship. Sharp angles, and an aggressive profile make this an intimidating sight, which Red vs. Blue put to good use in the Season 10 episode 'Turbulence'. Also the Halberd-class is a favorite of my fiancee's, so this one's for you.

[thorsenmark]

Taking in the Sight of a Pacific Coastline at Tolowa Dunes State Park by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: While walking along the California coastline with a view looking to the south at a pod of California brown pelicans flying my direction as I walked along the main beach area in Tolowa Dunes State Park.

[species-dysphoria-culture-is]

pelican sdc culture is wishing you had webbed feet and huge wings! and feeling so bad you aren't shorter. wishing u had a pod and could migrate. :(

awww :( i hope you can at least find a pod if nothing else!

[mikescoastalexpeditions]

Tales from my life Kayaking Memories Recollection in Naples

Kayaking in Naples, Florida shall be termed as an out of the ordinary experience. The calm waters, the views and the rich flora and fauna makes sure there is something for every paddler. During the course of my life, I have been lucky enough to kayak in this coastal paradise, always returning with beautiful experiences from each trip. I would thus, like to record some of my favourite kayaking experiences in Naples and share a few personal stories.

Rookery bay Reserve, in its beauty

Among the first things I remember is the most treasured as well, to paddle on the mangrove tunnels of Rookery Bay Reserve. It was such a quiet morning that the sun of the golden colour was already printed on the water surface. As I maneuverer within the slim passages, I almost felt as had shallow waters swirling around me like mother nature’s hands. The sound of the birds singing and the rustling of the trees was music that took me away from the normal grind of life.

By the time I reached the mid-point of my journey, a pod of dolphins was frolicking in the waters next to me. It was a once in a lifetime experience seeing these beautiful animals so close. I had to stop paddling to just appreciate the sight, thankful that such wonders of nature exist.

Big Hickory Island Sunset - Family Kayaking

One other activity I would appreciate doing is during the guided kayak tour indulging in the sunset around big hickory Island. The activity had been scheduled to commence in the afternoon, and our few numbers integrated the familia, easing along the water surface of Estero Bay. Our instructor embellished the purpose of the tour with historical events and geographical aspects of the region which was quite nice as no one got bored during the ride.

The transition of day into dusk was stunning, the horizon ablaze with brilliant orange, pink, and purple hues. They were equally miraculous even the water surfaced. It was at this point that I understood the coastal beauty of Naples. To make matters even more breathtaking, a group of pelicans flew above me in a beautiful sunset sky—a scene, I think, from a postcard.

A Day of Adventure with Clear Kayaks

One of the additions on this kayaking adventure in Naples was trying out of clear kayaks for the first time. These offered the advantage of being able to see the underwater world in vivid strokes as one paddled. I had signed up for a trip that ventured into the shallow water surrounding Keewaydin Island.

Through the clear bottom, I saw schools of brightly colored fishes, sting rays in flight, and even a swimming sea turtle. It was as if I was weightlessly hovering over the water, suspended over a whole new world of wonders. This voyage raised my respect for the fragile oceanic creatures which inhabited the waters of Naples.

Birdwatching in Delnor-Wiggins Pass State Park

Delnor-Wiggins Pass State Park in sailboat, how helpful it is for an amateur birdwatcher. With binoculars and a waterproof camera, I headed out two hours before the sun rose to explore the local birds of the park.

As I paddled along the coast, I noticed ospreys resting on branches and herons standing in the water. The most thrilling part of the day was watching a bald eagle dive for a fish, which is not something you see every day. Such close proximity to mother nature was heavenly and so calming.

Lessons learned from Kayaking experience in Naples

Each one of these experiences was a learning opportunity for me. It was the theme and practical aspect of utilizing nature, it was the prospect of seeing things differently, it was the relaxation that one gets from simply doing nothing when inside a kayak and many more. This whole Trip of Kayaking in Naples was an upsurge and uplift of one's personality.

In case you are deciding on the next family trip – a kayaking trip in Naples – I would suggest especially getting engaged in the exploration of the land and water biospheres. There is a certain enchantment in store for you irrespective of whether this is your first attempt at paddling or your last. And who knows? Maybe your upcoming trip will turn out as exciting as some of the stories I have to share with you.

Kayaking is not only a sport. This is a sport that provides opportunities for finding oneself in nature, making unforgettable moments. Similar to that, Naples, which is characterized by its unforgettable clear water and numerous flora and fauna, is ideal for people looking for fun and inspiration, as well as those in need of a respite.

[cuteteacakes]

Before I forget I had a new muse idea animal personification similar to Kuruk and Nolka but he'd be in the universe with Caspar and Caspian. He is a pelican and is a captain of a vessel hardened by the sea. No fc yet. But walking the dog and having pods of pelicans fly by me inspired me. Have you seen how massive they really are like?????

[badbishop999]

Exploring Water Adventures at Lake Naivasha: A Trendy Guide

Nestled amidst the scenic landscapes of Kenya's Great Rift Valley, Lake Naivasha beckons adventurers and nature enthusiasts with its tranquil waters and diverse array of water-based activities. Whether you're seeking thrilling adventures or serene experiences on the lake, here's a trendy guide to the most popular water activities that await you:

1. Boat Safaris and Wildlife Encounters: Embark on a boat safari across the pristine waters of Lake Naivasha for an up-close encounter with its abundant wildlife. Glide past floating papyrus islands and witness pods of hippos lounging in the shallows. Keep your camera ready to capture sightings of giraffes, zebras, and a variety of bird species along the shores.

2. Birdwatching Extravaganza: Lake Naivasha is a paradise for birdwatchers, boasting over 400 bird species. Join a guided birdwatching tour by boat to observe iconic avian residents such as the African fish eagle with its majestic plumage and melodious call. Spot flamingos wading in the shallows and pelicans soaring gracefully above the water, creating a spectacle of colors and sounds.

3. Fishing Adventures: Cast your line into the waters of Lake Naivasha for a fishing adventure amidst stunning natural scenery. The lake is home to a variety of fish species, including tilapia and black bass, providing anglers with opportunities to reel in their catch while enjoying peaceful moments surrounded by the beauty of the Rift Valley.

4. Sunset Cruises and Photography: Treat yourself to a magical sunset cruise on Lake Naivasha, where you can relax aboard a boat and witness the sky ablaze with hues of orange and pink. Capture stunning photographs of the sunset reflecting on the tranquil waters, creating a picturesque backdrop for unforgettable memories.

5. Kayaking and Canoeing Expeditions: Explore the hidden corners of Lake Naivasha at your own pace with a kayaking or canoeing expedition. Paddle through calm waters, maneuvering around papyrus reeds and exploring secluded bays. This eco-friendly way to experience the lake allows you to immerse yourself in nature and observe wildlife from a closer vantage point.

6. Water Sports and Jet Skiing: For thrill-seekers, Lake Naivasha offers opportunities for water sports such as jet skiing and water tubing. Feel the adrenaline rush as you zip across the lake's surface, enjoying panoramic views of the surrounding landscapes and feeling the wind in your hair.

7. Lakeside Picnics and Relaxation: After a day of water activities, unwind with a lakeside picnic on the shores of Lake Naivasha. Many lodges and campsites offer scenic picnic spots where you can savor delicious meals amidst tranquil surroundings. Relax on the grass, soak in the serene atmosphere, and enjoy quality time with family and friends.

8. Cultural Experiences: Immerse yourself in the cultural heritage of Lake Naivasha with visits to nearby communities such as the Maasai and Kikuyu tribes. Participate in cultural tours to learn about traditional fishing techniques, folklore, and crafts, gaining insights into the rich cultural tapestry that adds depth to your lake experience.

9. Water Conservation and Sustainability: As you enjoy the water activities at Lake Naivasha, remember to practice responsible tourism and support conservation efforts. Sustainable practices help preserve the lake's fragile ecosystem and ensure that future generations can continue to enjoy its natural beauty and wildlife diversity.

10. Accessibility and Accommodations: Lake Naivasha is easily accessible from Nairobi, making it a convenient destination for day trips or extended stays. Choose from a variety of accommodations ranging from lakeside lodges to eco-friendly campsites, each offering unique views and amenities to enhance your lake adventure.In conclusion, Lake Naivasha invites you to embark on a water-filled journey of discovery and relaxation amidst Kenya's breathtaking Rift Valley scenery. Whether you're exploring its wildlife-rich waters, capturing memorable sunsets, or indulging in thrilling water sports, the lake's diverse water activities promise an unforgettable experience for all. Plan your visit and dive into the allure of Lake Naivasha for an adventure that blends natural beauty, wildlife encounters, and cultural immersion in one remarkable destination.