The underground homes, often a
century old, are topped with gardens exploding with lush dune
grass, diamondleaf willows, and yellow wildflowers—a flash of color in
an otherwise gray landscape.
“They’re bright green and everything around them is just brown,” says Brian Person, a wildlife biologist for the North Slope Borough in Barrow, Alaska. “It pops”…
I can die happy now that I know this fact.
I am now picturing soft little foxes with watering cans and spades planting and tending to their Fox Gardens
I love Star Trek. I love Star Trek so much. I love reading Star Trek fanfic and hearing head canons and AUs and genderbends. The Star Trek fandom is dedicated. Fanfic authors seem to do their research, and do it well, with one exception.
Motherfucking Pavel Andreivich Chekov.
I love this kid, whether it’s the TOS drama queen sass master or the AOS innocent angelic whiz kid. I love reading everything the fandom puts out on this dude. What I do not love, is the butchering of his name that goes on in this beautiful fandom. So, more out of selfishness than generosity, because if I read one more Pavel getting embarrassed at his “childhood nickname,” because of anyone writes a family fic in which Pavel’s father is named anything but Andrei, I. Will. Fucking. Scream.
Interior Moments I: by @lonesomepinemercantile down in eastern Texas. #liveauthentic #livefolk @folkmagazine
So tonight I’m at work in Target, closing up the Starbucks in the front, when two guys pulled up their car and idle in front of the window. One of the guys pulled out his phone and leans it out of the window.
Problem is, I can tell if they’re creeping and taking pictures of me… or using the PokeStop outside of Target…
Hollywood decided to replace the real bald eagle call which is a pretty wimpy high-pitched cackle. You can listen to the real call of the eaglehereand a red-tailed hawk call here.