#snake river dams

[derangedhyena-delphinidae]

URGENT! DO YOU WANT TO HELP THE SOUTHERN RESIDENTS? PLEASE HELP US WRITE, CALL AND TEXT!

A lawsuit, National Wildlife Federation vs National Marine Fisheries Service, may finally determine the fate of the 4 Lower Snake River Dams, the salmon who spawn there and the remaining 75 Southern Resident Orca who desperately need salmon to survive. Biden needs to know that we want those dams breached. He's broken enough of his climate promises - let him know that, and the extinction of these amazing animals, isn't an option!

Public comment is also being sought on the matter. Please visit our page, BidenBreachNow, for talking points, social media shareables, and extensive information about why the dams need to go. This is a critical time. Please call, text, write or email, every day if you can, until August 31st. Even if you already have acted and/or shared, please do it again. Please keep sharing because every voice counts! The Snake River was once one of the top salmon rivers in the world. That is sadly no longer the case. Four deadbeat dams on the Lower Snake River have cost an estimated 8 to 9 billion dollars in failed salmon recovery attempts - taxpayer money! - and they lose millions more every year generating unstorable surplus energy. What they do sell is often sold at a loss. The dams continue to get older and costlier to maintain, while solar and wind energy have replaced their power output; energy efficiency alone has done the same seven times over.

These dams aren't even clean energy! Their reservoirs emit huge amounts of methane, which contributes to the climate crisis. Please help spread this if you can, and join in. We have a real chance here to get this done - so let's do it.

As the late and great Ken Balcomb said: "We're at a point in history where we need to wake up to what we have to consider: do we want whales, or not?"

He never stopped fighting for the Southern Residents, and neither should we.

#srkw #bidenbreachnow #orca #salmon #orcanize #southern residents #snake river dams #killer whale #conservation

[cipher-the-sidhe]

*foaming at the mouth, shaking*

Hm? Responsible vessels that have a long history of helping to keep track of the SRKW population’s health and general condition can’t get within 1,000 yards now? Oh ok, cool cool cool.

And what about the private vessels of random people on their yachts and speedboats and sailboats hm?

*folding myself inside-out*

Oh, they’re just going to dick around as usual? Yeah? Awesome. FANTASTIC. That makes me feel so much better about the well being of our beloved orcas. The salmon crisis? Oh no, no no, that’s fine. I know we’ve been begging for the removal of those fucking dams for DECADES but nah, this token gesture is just. As. Good.

#I’m mentally strangling several politicians to death #it’s just such a useless token gesture #more and more distance restrictions but radio silence on the Snake River dams #and the acoustic blasting from the navy #and the salmonnnn #fuck this actually #srkw #southern resident orcas #southern resident killer whales #tw vent #cipher vents

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from the Seattle Times:

The Biden administration released two reports in support of dam removal on the Lower Snake River citing the feasibility of replacing energy produced by the dams and the need for salmon recovery.

The reports were made public at 6 a.m. Tuesday and are sure to turn up the volume on the dam removal debate roiling the region. The release by the Council on Environmental Quality on behalf of four agencies inserts the Biden administration more prominently into what has been a largely regional issue.

The administration also weighed in on the dam removal debate last March in a blog post signed by multiple top agency officials that — while not taking a position on dam removal — took note of the call by Native tribes for dam removal and of the loss of salmon in the rivers.

The draft report Rebuilding Interior Columbia Basin Salmon and Steelhead by scientists at the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration found sweeping changes are needed to restore salmon to fishable levels, from removal of one to four dams on the Lower Snake to reintroduction of salmon to areas entirely blocked by dams.

“Business as usual will not restore the health and abundance of Pacific Northwest salmon. We need a durable, inclusive and regionally crafted long-term strategy for the management of the Columbia River Basin,” said CEQ Chair Brenda Mallory, who is coordinating a federal interagency effort, launched in October 2021, to develop information and analyses in support of federal and regional decision-making in the Columbia River System.

“These two reports add to the picture — that we are working alongside regional leaders to develop — of what it will take over the decades ahead to restore salmon populations, honor our commitments to Tribal Nations, deliver clean power and meet the many needs of stakeholders across the region.”

#dams #Lower Snake River

[jmventre]

Information regarding #Superpod8 is included in this linked blog post - jv 

#orca #killer whale #center whale research #ken balcomb #visser #ventre #rose #seaworld #dams #snake river #VOTO

[eopederson2]

Snake River at Lower Granite Dam, Whitman County/Garfield County, 2022.

#aerial photos #river #dam #lower granite dam #snake river #palouse #whitman county #washington state #2022 #pnw #photographers on tumblr #pacific northwest

[cameronkarsten]

It’s All Home Water: Restorative Shovels and Dynamite

Now is the time for restorative shovels and dynamite. Humanity built the dams, and humanity can take them down. It’s only concrete.

Written by Gregory Fitz Photographs by Cameron Karsten Original article posted on Patagonia Also known as “The River of No Return,” Idaho’s Salmon River rambles 425 miles and descends more than 7,000 feet from its headwaters in the Sawtooth National Forest to its confluence with the Snake River. © Cameron Karsten Photography By the time steelhead or salmon pass the town of Riggins, Idaho,…

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#assignment #Bainbridge Island #Cameron Karsten Photography #Columbia River #Commercial Photography #dams #education #Flyfishing #Patagonia #salmon #Seattle #Snake River #Steelhead #Washington

[blood-grove]

//body horror, monster! 141 + reader , death, gn!reader

other; c/n = callsign

a/n: idk how the military works neither do igaf much also this story was not planned this was just something i needed to get out of my system do nto expect it to be good

Shapeshifter!Reader whos always since they were a kid felt itch that there skin was ready to shed and peel like a snake, Who always felt like there body wasn't right had to be perfect flaws and all because that was human.

But they weren't human, weren't hybrid either.

The first time they had ever shifted they were eleven there Father in one of his moods again taking it out on there poor mother.

Something inside them itched at that moment hearing her cries there old dog bite injury felt like it was on fire now as they itched and scratched at it till the skin gave way giving the breathing room for transformation.

The next time they open there eyes they were being kicked there Mother sobbing as she screamed.

Father laid dead mauled beyond recognition.

Did you do that?

Why was she screaming at you?

You were kicked into the foster system the next day narrowly avoiding Juvenile detention your mother had given her last bit of gratitude by explaining to the police that you were defending her you thought she'd praise you after the police left.

You were packing your clothes that night.

You got a DNA test when you arrived due to your mothers alibi to the police.

Human.

They figured it too your mother being clearly traumatized and you sudden violent act of self defense could have made her see anything at moment.

Still didnt explain the injuries that only a dog could cause.

You were 15 when you had a good grasp on what you were.

By 18 you were barely you anymore picked pieces from other peoples faces and bodies till you felt like you looked normal.

By 19 your mother had passed the news reached you slow and the grief went slower.

By 21 you've already been in the military for a while now, If that means with a new face and body each time some higher up sticks there nose into your business then so be it.

Shifting from human to human was easy the more you practiced it.

More harder things like non-humans and animals were doable but animals were getting easier and easier.

You've tried been a K9 once didnt work out for long.

You've had a few nice call signs.

Few you quickly forgot.

[c/s]

Thats been nice to be called recently.

Oh.

Right.

You should focus your meeting your new task force.

Right.

We should focus.

Woof.

Heh.

Its been a few days and wow these guys were something.

Did you mention they were monsters?

Not in a negative way of course.

But getting to know them while they were around base was nice.

Gaz you felt was the easier to get to know the harpy felt open, Talked about how they've never had a human on the team before.

Nice.

Threw Gaz you got to know Soap, You felt like the man was holding back the calm energy around him felt forced at times as the days past both of them seemed to get to know you better and you got to know them better as well.

As for the Captain and Lieutenant you were honestly nervous,

Price had a welcoming aura to him his voice gruff and firm you warmed up to him soon enoug.

Ghost?

You tried.

And shuffled away every time he looked at you.

He noticed.

He noticed?.

You eventually did warm up to Ghost!

You realized he wasn't glaring at you for once and tried to talk to him it was..awkward to many silences but it was a conversation.

So you and him were okay.

Were you okay now weeks later slowly making your place into the team?

No.

You were itching beyond belief this wasn't a good sign—

Actually you didn't even know what kind of sign this was.

You had all just gotten back from a particular rough mission a few more injuries than you all would like you got a few stitches in your arm and every since you could just feel them moving.

Being shifted around stubbornly as if they were a dam in a river.

You couldn't do that here.

You were in the confines of your own room but what if one of them walked in?

Would they report you?

Get you kicked for the military?

Maybe if you could just shift slightly enough to easy the unease under your skin.

The sound of cracking bone was sure to grab attention.

But surely you could just pass it off as stretching?

You could not pass it off as stretching and you were currently hiding in the rafters near sobbing.

Gaz had came in to check on you and caught you half shifted you panicked and lunged at him or the door you couldn't remember you were pretty sure one of your bones were jutting out of your skin as it readjusted into place.

You didn't hurt him.

You were just hoping you could calm yourself enough to shift into something smaller and run away shift into a new person new age try again at childhood maybe?

Maybe you panicking too much?

There also monsters they'd understand?

You didn't mean to lie about what you were.

You just.

The fear of the unknown paralyzed you to afraid of what'll happen what people will think.

You know you could be a threat.

Someone able to take face and shape of anyone?

You could understand if you were saw that way.

But you didn't want to be seen that way.

Every since your mother stared you down in fear not admiration not even shock.

Fear.

You knew you could never let someone look at you that way again.

Not someone you cared about.

Maybe if you hid away long enough they'd forget.

Memories fade.

Faces fade from recognition.

But that's all what you wished what have happened.

Now you were in a awkward stare off with Gaz not to subtly watched your arm pop and snap back into place along with your head.

"I see I should have knocked.."

"Yeah you should have."

A voice of not your own replied.

You hated when your body was out of sync.

You were using the wrong voice again, rearranging your own brain and vocal cords was odd.

Odder when one of your new teammates watched.

"Are- Are you okay?-"

"No" Ghost's voice replied.

"Oh..I-..Er..Do you..need a medic I.."

"No" Your own voice replied finally.

"Can you please leave..My ribs are still not in place and I doubt you'd want to see how that works."

He left.

Probably to tell Price rather then not wanting to see you basically play with your own rib cage like tuning a piano.

a/n; idk where this was going i did not plan this out i just wrote it on a whim

#cod #reader #task force 141 #cod 141 #simon ghost riley #captain john price #john price #soap cod #john soap mactavish #cod ghost #gaz garrick #gaz cod #monster 141 #gn reader

[wherethegravelsthin]

It’s summer for Kaya, and for her that means time spent at the Celilo Falls, gathering salmon that have made the long journey upstream to lay their eggs. In our modern day, the Nez Perce, or Nimíipuu, tribe has been fighting to regain control of the Snake River, which has had many dams built upon it which greatly inhibit the ability of salmon to travel up the river to lay their eggs. To preserve their cultural traditions, the Nimíipuu people have started the Salmon Orca Project, and by going to https://www.salmonorcaproject.com you can fill out a short letter to your state senators and representatives to let them know you stand with the Nimíipuu tribe in their fight to maintain their strong cultural traditions.

#American girl doll #dollblr #american girl kaya

[uncharismatic-fauna]

Get Along with the Eastern Long-necked Turtle

For my birthday, I’d like to focus on one of my favorite species: the eastern long-neck turtle (Chelodina longicollis). True to their name, they’re native to eastern Australia where they reside in a variety of habitats, including wetlands, streams, rivers, and dammed waters. In the winter when they become dormant-- a period known as estivation-- they can also be found under logs or leaf litter.

C. longicollis gets its common name from its unusually long neck, which is over half as long as its shell. Because of its length, the eastern long-neck turtle does not pull it directly back when threatened, but rather tucks its neck to the side for protection. The shell reaches about 28 cm (11 in) in length; the top is dark brown, but the underside has a distinctive orange and black pattern which varies from individual to individual. On average these turtles weigh 6 kg (13 lbs), although females are generally slightly larger and have a shorter, fatter tail.

The long neck of this species is useful primarily for finding food. The eastern long-neck turtle is carnivorous, feeding on aquatic invertebrates, fish, crustaceans, tadpoles, and carrion. Occasionally they also feed on terrestrial animals, mainly small amphibians and rodents. C. longicollis is an ambush predator, and its long neck allows it to strike quickly at prey. In turn, they are predated upon by a variety of animals, including larger lizards, snakes, birds of prey, foxes, and dingoes. The turtle’s shell provides an effective defense against these predators; in addition, individuals can emit a foul-smelling fluid from musk glands located near the base of the tail.

The eastern long-neck turtle is solitary. Individuals have large home ranges, and will frequently move when conditions become unsuitable. Territories can overlap, especially during the breeding season, which occurs from September to October. Males travel long distances to find females, and will often mate with more than one. Females lay their eggs from October to December in clutches of 8 to 24, in nests close to the water. The eggs take about 120 days to hatch, after which they are completely independent. Sexual maturity takes longer to reach than for other species; most individuals are only ready to mate at 7 to 12 years old, and can live up to 30 years in the wild. However, many hatchlings die long before then due to predation and high competition with other turtles.

Conservation Status: The IUCN has not evaluated the eastern long-neck turtle, although due to its large population and range it is considered Least Concern. Primary threats include habitat loss and predation by invasive red foxes (Vulpes vulpes)

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#eastern long-neck turtle #Testudines #Chelidae #snake-neck turtles #turtles #reptiles #wetlands #wetland reptiles #lakes #lake reptiles #rivers #river reptiles #freshwater fauna #freshwater reptiles #oceania #australia #east australia

[dailydemonspotlight]

Mizuchi - Day 22

Race: Snake

Alignment: Neutral

April 19th, 2024

Serpentine monsters are a common sight in mythology; whether it be the great Dragons of yore, the feathered serpent Quetzalcoatl, the aboriginal Rainbow Serpent Yurlungur, or even the classical Ouroboros. However, Japan loves snakes in mythology. We've already covered one in Yamata-No-Orochi, but there are so many more, whether it be the adorable and hilarious Yokai Tsuchinoko, or, in the case of the demon we're covering today, the legendary water serpent, Mizuchi.

Mizuchi is rarely seen throughout the tremendous amounts of tales that make up Japanese mythology, only mentioned in the Nihon Shoki (the oldest still-remaining text of Japan's history, dating all the way back to the Yōrō era) as well as appearing in a single Man'yōshū poem. In spite of this, Mizuchi has been the topic of many scholarly debates, eventually being bastardized through history into everyone's favorite root-chakra destroying turtle, the Kappa.

Mizuchi, however, is not originally from Japan- its name is actually a transliteration from several Chinese glyphs, particularly several glyphs describing different dragons, serpents, and monsters of Chinese mythology. Admittedly, I don't know much about Japanese, but one of the kanji used to spell the name Mizuchi implies that it's a snake, but it first-and-foremost means "Water spirit." The word, in English, can be broken down into "Spirit-of-Water," as Mi- means water, -tsu- (the way that it is pronounced) effectively means 'of,' and -chi is a suffix that describes a spirit. Due to this, Mizuchi's origin as a Chinese myth makes it very, very hard to track down much of a solid origin for it, given that it originates from what was effectively a way to match how it sounds to how it's spelled.

Now, in terms of mythology, Mizuchi was first referenced in the Nihon Shoki- as the story goes, under the reign of Emperor Nintoku, there was a fork at a river that contained a great water serpent that would be a very deadly nuisance- it attacked random passersby, spat venom at anybody who came near, broke apart caravans, and was generally just a prick. Eventually, fed up with this, a man named Agatamori approached the spirit with a challenge- he tossed three Calabashes into the water and challenged the spirit to see if it could sink them. If not? Mizuchi would face a swift death. The dragon, perturbed, obliged, yet was unsuccessful, meeting a demise by the hands of the man.

Later on, Agatamori found his way to the fellows of the mischievous snake, and in a move as genocidal as it was unwarranted, slaughtered the entire clan of Mizuchi. The lake below was filled with their blood, later becoming the noted "Pool of Agatamori." However, in spite of how apocalyptic this may seem, it turns out that there are more recollections of Mizuchi in the mix, and this tale was but one of many.

The god of the river recorded in Nintoku 11 is also commonly seen as a Mizuchi. A dam being built along Yodo River was subject to an attack from an unknown force, completely breached. Confused, the Emperor commanded a rebuild of it, only for it to be breached yet again. This happened time and time again, and eventually, the Emperor saw a solution to his problem through a prophetic dream. Bringing two men to the riverfront, he offered them up to the River God, but one refused. Likely recognizing the circumstances, the man demanded to see the divinity of the snake by trying the age-old calabash trick, tossing a set into the river and daring the god to sink them. Unsurprisingly, the Mizuchi failed, and likely grew to resent calabashes for the rest of its life.

The last example of a Mizuchi in classical Japanese mythology comes from the Man'yōshū, a collection of ancient poems that have been passed down from generation to generation. In one of them, a poem composed by Prince Sakaibe, he describes a short and intriguing tale regarding a Mizuchi. In quote, "I could ride a tiger to leap over the Old Shack, to the green pool, to take down the mizuchi dragon there, if only I had a sword capable of doing just that." The story regards a mizuchi dragon as being almost common knowledge, bringing up as many questions as it does answers- however, the way it regards it in such a casual manner may play into why Mizuchi are so scarcely mentioned.

If everyone knew about mizuchi, then they wouldn't feel the need to record it, right? The casual cadence of the poem seems to give light to the idea that mizuchi were a common sight or concept in ancient Japan, and it may have to do with their later bastardization into Kappa. In some areas, kappa are given a name incredibly similar to a mizuchi, such as "Mizushi," "Medochi," or "Mintsuchi." Past this, a common trait in Kappa stories lies in their hatred of calabashes, something which is similar to the distaste Mizuchi have for calabashes in both stories they appear in. Some historians speculate that mizuchi and kappa were in the same general 'clique' of water dwelling monsters.

God, that was a lot. Mizuchi are confusing. However, in terms of the SMT series, there's a lot less to comment on; their appearance as a water spirit in the form of a snake is faithful, and their design is as simple as it is elegant. They appear to be made of clear water, almost like a rushing river in the form of a snake. Throughout the series, Mizuchi are a common sight in the early-mid game, even appearing as a boss in Nocturne. Their specialty in ice skills, the closest thing SMT has to water skills, is almost obvious. However, overall, there's elegance in simplicity, and Mizuchi is just that.

#shin megami tensei #smt #megaten #persona #daily #mizuchi #this thing was a HEADACHE. #probably the hardest demon so far to research #a lot of my stuff was taken directly from wikipedia #albeit reworded #and i feel a bit bad about it #but i can't read japanese!! #and almost all the primary and secondary sources are #lo and behold #in japanese. #however i do appreciate the challenge and i love looking into weird and obscure folklore!! #its just that this guy was way too much of a doozy. #never again. jesus h jimminy cricket.

[rebeccathenaturalist]

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#Tell a Friend Friday #Snake River #waterfall #river #water #nature #nature photography #scenery #landscapes #landscape photography #Idaho

[rapidpunches]

Work in Progress, Rebelle 5 Pro painting of an Orca and a Salmon in front of a Snake River dam.

#wip #sketch #orca #salmon #snake river #escapemotions #rebelle 5 pro

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from the New York Times:

Two top Democrats in Washington State have come out in favor of eventually breaching four hydroelectric dams in the lower Snake River to try to save endangered salmon runs, a contentious option that environmentalists, tribes and business groups in the region have argued over for decades.

In recommendations issued on Thursday, Senator Patty Murray and Gov. Jay Inslee provided their most definitive stance in the fight to save salmon in the Columbia River basin and honor longstanding treaties with tribal nations in the Pacific Northwest.

A draft version of a study that Ms. Murray and Mr. Inslee commissioned found this summer that removing the four dams was the most promising approach to salmon recovery. The report said it would cost $10.3 billion to $27.2 billion to replace the electricity generated by the dams, find other ways to ship grain from the region and provide irrigation water. But the draft stopped short of taking a position on removing the dams.

In the recommendations, the governor and the senator said that breaching the dams “must be an option we strive to make viable.”

Ms. Murray said in a statement that salmon runs were clearly struggling, and that extinction of the region’s salmon was not an option. But because breaching the dams would need congressional authorization and bipartisan support, she said, there had to be credible possibilities for replacing renewable energy sources, keeping shipping costs down and countering the effects of climate change.

“It’s clear that breach is not an option right now,” Ms. Murray said. “While many mitigation measures exist, many require further analysis or are not possible to implement in the near term.”

Washington State relies heavily on hydroelectric power generated through dams. But the structures have contributed to the depletion of the salmon population, which is critical to the river basin’s ecosystem. In 2019, state lawmakers passed some of the country’s strongest clean energy legislation, committing to cut coal power by 2025 and transition the state to 100 percent clean and renewable electricity by 2045. Removing the dams would make it more challenging to meet those goals.

#State of Washington #hydroelectric power #dams #salmon #Snake River #dam removal

[maelstrom-of-emotions]

SasuNaru snippet.

For @atqh16, whose ideas are sparking way too many dynamites in my brain. For god's sake, why is it that when I'm at my most busy that's when ideas decide to hit? I've got so many W.I.P's I have to complete, but, oh well—

The scars whispered secrets of a garden haunted by stolen blooms.

From the crevices and chasms of his weary form, delicate tendrils of life erupted, unfurling like pale specters in the moon's ethereal glow. It was a ghastly ballet of nature's triumph over human frailty, a testament to resilience carved in flesh and bone.

From the deep, jagged scars that marred his skin, blossoms of sorrow and hope arose, their petals kissed by a pale luminescence that cast long, ghostly shadows. Their roots snaked through the fissures, entwining with the sinews of his being.

Each bloom held the weight of his untold stories, the fragrance of his silent suffering mingling with the night air. They whispered secrets carried by the wind, secrets of a soul adrift in the boundless sea of existence. And yet, they yearned for solace, for the gentle touch of understanding hands.

Those hands were brushed aside, shoved aside for calloused hands and indifferent hearts. Hands that came to teal away these fragile blossoms, ignorant of the pain that bled with each pluck. They took, as if entitled, heedless of the toll it exacted on Naruto's garden of scars.

Petals fell, like mournful tears, leaving behind a desolation that echoed in the hollow chambers of his heart. The once vibrant blooms now lay strewn, reflecting the erosion of his spirit. And still, the insatiable hands reached out, tearing at the remaining vestiges of his fragile sanctuary.

As the moon waxed and waned, so did the garden of Naruto's heart. What was once a testament to the indomitable spirit, now bore the wounds of a thousand thefts. Each stolen blossom left behind a void, an emptiness that resonated through the very core of his being.

---

For all that the sunlight dappled through verdant leaves, there was no warmth to be found in Konoha.

No warmth for Naruto who had been drowned in the cold and cruel waters of solitude. From the first rays of dawn, he was taught to bear the weight of his trials, to swallow his problems like bitter pills.

(Jiji's weary voice weaves a lament, 'What doesn't kill you births strength,' he murmurs, a symphony of sorrow in his timeworn tones.

Younger Naruto, the one that had been a mere sapling had nodded, eyes wide and yearning, desperately trying to find some source of warmth.

But after years of fighting off the shadows that have embraced his soul, a scream threatens to tear itself out of his chest. ‘I don't crave for strength,’  his words come out as a hoarse whisper, merging with the ephemeral winds. ‘Love's embrace, safety's sanctuary, and happiness' tender kiss – these are the blooms I seek.’

But what does it matter now, when the recipient of those words has long turned to dust?)

A tempest, raging silently within the confines of his being, whipped by memories that howled like winds through the gnarled branches of ancient trees. His heart, a mosaic of shattered dreams and thwarted hopes, was guarded by a ribcage of iron.

The sunken path he treads upon was strewn with the fragments of a thousand battles fought, both within and without. Each step echoed with the resonance of whispered promises and stifled cries. His spirit, forged in the crucible of adversity, bore the scars of unspoken pains etched deep into his very core.

He found no guidance on how to mend the breach, how to stitch together the torn fibers of his soul. The echoes of his struggles reverberated through his chest, a relentless drumbeat that pulsed with the rhythm of a heart yearning for release.

His voice, once vibrant as a chorus of songbirds heralding the dawn, had become a hushed murmur, choked by the weight of unspoken burdens. The river of words that once flowed freely, now dammed by the wreckage of unvoiced confessions. His throat, the conduit of his soul's symphony, lay barren and desolate.

In the quiet moments, when the village slumbered and the moon cast its silvery veil, Naruto would sit beneath the canopy of stars, seeking solace in their distant glow. His breath, a fragile whisper in the vast expanse, carried the weight of untold stories and stifled cries. The moon, a silent witness to his struggles, bathed him in its ethereal light, as if offering a balm for his wounded spirit.

The heavens wept for him, their tears mingling with the rain that kissed his cheeks, as if mourning the silent suffering of a soul bound by its own silence.

He was far too tired now to find the strength to retrace the stitches of his heart, to sew his throat back together, and reclaim the voice that had been lost to the winds of misfortune.

---

The hands that cradle his face are gentle, as if woven from the finest threads of moonlight. Their touch, a balm to wounds unseen, carries the solace of forgotten lullabies, each finger a whispered promise of respite.

Warmth, like a slow, ethereal river, seeps into his skin, a golden current burrowing its way into the very marrow of his bones. It pulses, a steady rhythm of comfort, casting away the shadows that had taken refuge within his soul.

‘Come on, usuratonakachi.’

The voice that reaches his ears is soft as if made from the very material clouds are made of. It swirls around him, a delicate mist of wisdom and weariness, carrying the weight of centuries in its ethereal notes. It is a voice that has weathered storms and witnessed the rise and fall of empires, yet still carries the tender cadence of compassion.

In the hushed stillness, Naruto finds himself drawn to the presence before him. Sasuke stands like a sentinel in the fading light, his form bathed in a halo of moonbeams. His eyes, deep wells of understanding, hold the secrets of a thousand lifetimes, and yet, they shimmer with a melancholic gentleness.

‘Let's go home.’

As the words hang in the air, they linger, like a whispering breeze through forgotten ruins, carrying with them the weight of unspoken truths.

(A fragile bloom grows amidst the thorns of his existence.)

Maybe, Naruto wonders, just maybe, they are, perhaps, the flowers that can grow even in the cracks and scars of his wounded heart, awaiting only the touch of tenderness to awaken them from their slumber.

(Love, pursuit, and happiness need not be distant stars in a darkened sky.)

Inspired by the Hanahaki disease.

#fic idea #a random idea that nagged me #naruto #naruto x sasuke #sasuke #sasunaru #angst #thoughts #potential fic #snippet #words #writer

[cipher-the-sidhe]

Tragic but not unexpected: the new J pod calf J60 is presumed dead after not being spotted with the rest of the pod.

Your regular reminder to urge your reps to support the removal of the lower 4 Snake River dams. Without the restoration of those salmon runs we are just going to keep losing the resident orcas to malnutrition.

No fish = No Blackfish

#j pod #srkw #southern resident killer whales #tw animal death #I’m not surprised but I am sad

[derangedhyena-delphinidae]

HEY ALL!

Straight out of Superpod I was roped into helping set up a fierce new campaign due to some time-sensitive stuff we learned about breaching the Lower Snake River Dams. I'm going to make and blaze the post shortly, but I'd love to have as much help as possible getting word spread around. We need everyone!