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histhoughtslately · 18 days
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Take the unbeaten path and leave a trail…
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nmnomad · 11 months
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Located just four miles west of Carrizozo, Valley of Fires is one of the youngest lava flows in the continental United States, the second youngest in New Mexico behind the McCartys flow in the El Malpais National Monument.
Volcanic vents on Little Black Peak starting oozing lava about 5,000 years ago, filling the northern end of the Tularosa Valley with streams of molten rock for about 30 years. The volcanic field is associated with the Rio Grande Rift, a part of the Earth’s crust that is being gradually pulled apart. This creates faults, which provide paths for magma to reach the Earth’s surface. Whereas most of the volcanic activity has been steady seepage, the last eruption, about 1,500-2,000 years ago, was more explosive.
In total, the Carrizozo Malpais lava flow is 4-6 miles wide, 44-miles long, and approximately 160-feet thick, covering 125 square miles of the Tularosa Basin. The view from the top of Sierra Blanca is outstanding on a clear day. Valley of Fires lava flows extend from the north end of the Tularosa Basin to 14 miles north of the gypsum dunes of White Sands National Park. Dark and light. The geologic contrast is striking enough, and large enough, to be seen from space.
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lostsoulsparadise · 1 year
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"Road Less Traveled" by kazoosandfannypacks
Chapter 6/12: Swan's Advice
Pairing: Beauty and the Puppet (Belle/August) [with hints of CaptainSwan]
Rating: General
Word Count: (714/8K)
Summary: [Mid Season 4 Canon Divergence.] After becoming a man again to help the heroes track down the author, August stops by the library- only to realize he now has a crush on the librarian, who's working through some complicated feelings of her own.
Chapter Summary: August asks Emma for advice about winning Belle's affection.
Tags: season 4, canon divergent, fluff, beauty and the puppet, captain swan, anti-rumbelle,
Author's notes: none
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August walked into the Sheriff's office, wondering if bringing in donuts for her was cliché, but knowing there was nothing that could get Emma to talk quite like a bear claw could.
 "What do you want from me?" Emma asked.
 He held out the open box of donuts and raised an eyebrow and a smile, but she crossed her arms.
 "You think I don't know a bribe when I see one?" Emma asked. "There better be a bear claw in there."
 "Two of them." August said. "And I won't tell Killian if you don't save the other one for him."
 "Alright." She took a bear claw and took a bite of it. "What's so important you need my help?"
 "I don't need your help." August said. "I said I want your advice. There's power in words, ya know."
 "Sure." Emma said, leaning against her desk. "What's up?"
 "I seem to have found myself in a complicated situation." August said. He set down the box of donuts and leaned against the other desk. "I think I like someone."
 "You came to me for relationship advice?" Emma asked.
 "I wouldn't say relationship" August said, "Just. There's this girl. I got along great with her when I was a kid- three weeks ago when I was a kid- but now that I'm an adult too, it's different. Suddenly she's pretty, and smart, and I don't know what to say when I'm around her."
 "Sounds like you've got it in pretty bad for her." Emma said.
 "Yeah." August smiled.
 "So what's the problem?" Emma asked. "Does she feel the same about you?"
 "I don't know." August sighed. "That's the problem. I don't know what I am to her. I know she's been through a lot these past few weeks, I don't know if she's ready for another relationship yet."
 Emma raised an eyebrow, then narrowed her eyes. "Belle?"
 "What?" August played dumb, but knew Pinocchio didn't stand a chance against Emma's Superpower. 
 Emma laughed a little. "Belle is this girl you're obsessed with."
 "I'm not obsessed with her." He lied.
 "I knew it."
 "What?" August wondered at his lack of discretion. "Since when?"
 "Since you just described her in exact detail." Emma said. She popped the last bite of her bear claw in her mouth.
 August didn't have a response to that.
 "So do you have any advice?"
 "I don't know." Emma said. "I'm not really good at these kinds of things. I bet Killian might-"
 "No!" August cut her off. The one downside about asking Emma for advice about Belle was that Emma and Killian were close, and Killian and Belle were close- that's not a thick grapevine to hear it through.
 "What?"
 August shook his head. "Killian can't know. He's in the library even more than I am right now, and I don't want anything to slip out around her."
 "Alright." Emma nodded. "I might not know very much about relationships, or about our local librarian, but I know people. When people find out they've been hurt, been betrayed, they're gonna be guarded, they're gonna put up walls."
 "Sounds like someone I know." August said.
 Emma rolled her eyes and ignored his comment. "You need to show her she doesn't need those walls, that she can trust herself with you."
 "How do I do that?" August asked.
 "You'll know." Emma said. "Just be yourself, and get to know her."
 "You mean ask her out?"
 "That's a good way to get to know someone." Emma said.
 "But how do I know if it's the right time?" August asked.
 "Lemme give you some advice." Emma said. "If you spend your whole life waiting for 'the right time,' it'll never come. But if you want to know, just ask her."
 "And if she doesn't like me?" August asked, "or isn't ready?"
 "Then you're in no different position than you're in now." Emma said, "But at least you'll know."
 August nodded. "So you think I should ask her out?"
 "What do you think?" Emma asked.
 "I think I really like her." August thought. "At the very least, I know I like her a lot. And I think we get along pretty well, and I'd love to see where this goes."
 August smiled. "I think I want to ask her out."
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theperplexedpoet · 2 months
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a little bit of magic (my divinity surrendered)
I took the road less traveled with a resignation tendered with each step I unraveled my divinity surrendered a healthy bit of stardust with a little bit of magic that's all it takes to make us and part of what makes us tragic for we have misplaced our trust have turned it into a habit a healthy bit of stardust with a little bit of magic I took the road less traveled with a resignation tendered with each step I unraveled my divinity surrendered were fashioned in the cosmos an equal mix of light and dark
regarded with the upmost reverence of the hope and heart until the end it gets close as there we feed both to the spark were fashioned in the cosmos an equal mix of light and dark I took the road less traveled with a resignation tendered with each step I unraveled my divinity surrendered we're birthed just like the planets but live as ships trapped in a jar we do not understand it and still we die among the stars we tell ourselves we planned it because that is just who we are we're birthed just like the planets but live as ships trapped in a jar I took the road less traveled with a resignation tendered with each step I unraveled my divinity surrendered a healthy bit of stardust with a little bit of magic that's all it takes to make us and part of what makes us tragic (2/10/24)
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fuckyeahnewmexico · 11 months
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Through the desert
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songforeverything · 11 months
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— Road Less Traveled by Lauren Alaina
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younmewiththeworld · 11 months
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To Our Beloved Community That We Haven’t Met Yet
Beloved Community,
In this sacred sanctuary, we gather as the awakened ones, diving deep into the luminous writings of Adrienne Maree Brown, Alexis Pauline Gumbs, Audre Lorde, and other radiant minds. Our journey is one that honors the vastness of thought and the expansiveness of feeling in this wondrous world.
As we turn away from the grip of capitalism, defy societal norms of relationships and parenthood, or venture into uncharted territories of our own making, we relinquish the external validations that once tethered us.  However, it can be a daunting journey to feel displaced and alone amidst the currents of the mainstream.  This departure can be a pilgrimage of trauma and isolation, leading many of us to retreat into the serenity of our own dwellings, brewing potions of solace and introspection. 
And yet, in the quietude of our introverted nature, a deep longing for connection with kindred souls persists.  For in that delicate space of togetherness lies the potential for immense sensitivity, exquisite pain, and transformative rebirth.
We forge this community with purpose and our purpose, dear ones, is to cultivate a haven for the truly awakened—a sanctuary where our collective musings, whimsical memes, and heartfelt reflections find respite. In this shared realm, we give validation and support, extending our embrace even when society falls behind. Let us gracefully nurture our inner children with radical self-love and the art of self-discovery, and let us enfold one another tenderly.
Through the alchemy of our unity, we discover comfort, empowerment, and the weightlessness of shared vulnerability. Welcome, beloveds, to the abundant and fertile realm of YAMWTW (You and Me with the World).  Unfurl your spirits to the gentle stir of a meme awakening the sage within, let a quote beckon you to bloom in hues uncharted, and let every captivating offering finds a home here with you and me, with the world.
With boundless love,
NK
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quote-assassin · 2 years
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“The person who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The person who walks alone is likely to find himself in places no one has ever seen before.”
– Albert Einstein
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realshinjiikari · 2 years
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I'm watching the 24 Hours of Le Mans for the first time in years and I realize how much I've missed racing, and just cars in general. The behind-the-scenes shots from the pit and areas around the course make everything look so fun and exciting and high intensity. I wish I could have gotten in on that in some way; probably not driving the cars myself but being somewhere on the team.
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cainrizquez-blog · 2 years
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"Road Less Traveled" by kazoosandfannypacks
Chapter 1/12: Second First Impressions Pairing: Beauty and the Puppet (Belle/August) [with hints of CaptainSwan] Rating: General Word Count: (734/8K) Summary: [Mid Season 4 Canon Divergence.] After becoming a man again to help the heroes track down the author, August stops by the library- only to realize he now has a crush on the librarian, who's working through some complicated feelings of her own. Chapter Summary: August goes to the library to focus on writing, only to find himself even more distracted Tags: season 4, canon divergent, fluff, beauty and the puppet, captain swan, anti-rumbelle, Author's notes: This pairing came to me the way most crackships do, except I quickly realized that no, this one actually makes sense? I was disappointed to find out there's no fics out there for them, so this is my first attempt to remedy that! Taglist: [a lot of you guys are on my regular captainswan taglist, but if you'd like to be removed from the lists for august and belle fics, just let me know! This one does contain a lot of captainswan reference though, so that's worth sticking around for I suppose 😅] @zahara  @kmomof4  @jonesfandomfanatic  @booksteaandtoomuchtv  @jrob64  @tiganasummertree  @anmylica  @teamhook  @undercaffinatednightmare  @gingerchangeling  @lonelyspectator  @caught-in-the-filter  @ultraluckycatnd @silver-the-phoenix @cs-rylie  @kanerallels @accidental-spice @poptart-cat-78 [if you’d like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!] Also on AO3!
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 August hadn't been to the library since he was a kid- which was actually only a few days ago, but considering he'd been such a regular visitor at the library before his transformation, it felt like ages. It was a weird feeling, really, being an adult again after more than a year as a kid again- but either of those options were better than still being a puppet.
 He walked through the doors of the library, remembering how often he'd come in to work on homework- he was thankful he didn't have to worry about that anymore- and spend his time surrounded by books. Really, the only person who appreciates being surrounded by books more than a reader is an author. Maybe that's why August came to the library today to find some inspiration for the roadblock he'd hit in his latest project.
 "Good morning, miss Belle," August said, not even looking up at his friendly neighborhood librarian as he made his way to the back of the library where the historical fiction section was.
 "Good morning- do I know you?"
 He'd almost forgotten that he hadn't seen her since his transformation.
 "You don't recognize your favorite patron, Miss Belle?" August asked. He turned back around to look at her, but quickly realized something was different: that something being himself.
 When he was a boy, he hadn't noticed how the sun in the window behind her shone on her hair like fall leaves changing color. He hadn't noticed the blue of her eyes, or the red of her lips, or her almost perfect complexion. He hadn't heard anything special in her voice, not like the melody he heard in it now as it echoed in his ears.
 "Pinocchio?" She asked.
 "August." He stammered. "I used to be…"
 "Killian told me all about it." Belle said, blinking a few times. "He said you became a man again to help Regina find the author."
 "Not that he proved to be much help." August said. "But I did what I could."
 "So what brings you to the library?" Belle asked. "I assume you don't have a homework project to work on."
 "More like a novel." August said. "Just came here looking for inspiration."
 "So you're a writer?"
 "I think all of us are, deep down." August said. "Will my typewriter be too loud for the library?"
 "Typewriter?" Belle asked.
 August held up his briefcase.
 "Of course not." She shook her head. "Most people in this land prefer a computer."
 "And most from our world prefer a quill." August replied. "But any writer worth his words is willing to stray off the beaten path a bit."
 "Of course." Belle said. "Let me know if you need anything."
 He nodded and left for the back of the library, suddenly unsure what to say.
 He sat down at a desk in the corner of the historical fiction section and pulled out his typewriter, but still didn't pick up on his familiar muse.
 He glanced over his shoulder, then leaned the chair back a little, to see if he could catch a glimpse of Belle around the twist of the hallway he'd walked down. He could just barely see a sliver of her as she typed something onto her computer, but he thought he saw her look in his direction, so he quickly turned back forward and stood his chair upright.
 He ran a hand through his hair and sighed a bit. He'd come here to write, and to focus on his writing, but he found himself even more distracted here. Even as he finally got himself writing, finally put one word in front of the other and kept that momentum, he found himself thinking about how lovely Belle had looked when he had walked in.
 After three hours of unproductive writing, he decided it was time to head home- papa would certainly have dinner ready and he'd missed so many family dinners in his first childhood; he'd hate to miss them now.
 He tried to walk back through the lobby as inconspicuously as possible. Should he say goodbye or just walk out or wave as he walks by?
 "Leaving so soon?" Belle asked.
 "Dad's probably got dinner waiting for me." August said. "I don't want to keep him waiting."
 "Ah." Belle smiled. "Well, I'll see you soon?"
 "I'm sure." August nodded, and quickly left.
 August blinked a couple times in the Storybrooke sunlight as he left the library and got on his motorcycle. Maybe the adrenaline of the bike ride could take away the nervous energy that had been coursing his veins since he laid his eyes on Belle again.
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fuckyeahnewmexico · 11 months
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Albuquerque balloon fiesta
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