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The little cormorant (Microcarbo niger) tend to forage mainly in small loose groups and are often seen foraging alone. They swim underwater to capture their prey, mainly fish. A study in northern India found that the little cormorant fished in water which was less than a metre deep and captured fishes of about 2–8 centimetres (0.79–3.15 in) length. They propel themselves underwater using their webbed feet. Captured fishes are often brought up to the surface to swallow them and during this time other birds including other little cormorants, painted storks, gulls and egrets may attempt to steal them. Indian cormorants tend to fish communally in larger groups. Like all other cormorants, they will emerge from water and will hold out their wings and stay immobile for a while. The behaviour has been suggested to be for wing-drying, but this interpretation is debated. A study in Sri Lanka found that the time spent with spread wings was always after they had spent some time underwater, and that the duration was related to time spent underwater and inversely related to the temperature and dryness of air. These observations support the theory that the studied behaviour aids drying of the wings.
The breeding season of the little cormorant is between July to September in Pakistan and northern India and November to February in southern India. In Sri Lanka it is December to May. A study in Bangladesh found them to breed from May to October. Males display at the nest site by fluttering their wings while holding their head back and bill raised. They then lower the bill, and after pairing the male also provides food to the female in courtship feeding. Both parents take part in building the nest, which is a platform of sticks placed on trees and sometimes even on coconut palms. They may nest beside Indian pond herons and little egrets in colonies. The nest is built in about two weeks. The whitish eggs turn muddy with age and incubation begins when the first egg is laid. This leads to asynchronous hatching and the chicks in a nest can vary considerably in age. The clutch size can vary from two to six eggs laid at intervals of about two days. The eggs hatch after 15 to 21 days. The downy chicks have a bare red head. The young birds are able to leave the nest after about a month.
Little cormorants are vocal near their nest and roosts where they produce low roaring sounds. They also produce grunts and groans, a low pitched ah-ah-ah and kok-kok-kok calls. They roost communally often in the company of other waterbirds.
Parasitic bird lice, Pectinopygus makundi, have been described from little cormorant hosts. Endoparasitic helminths, Hymenolepis childi and Dilepis lepidocolpos have been described from Sri Lankan birds while others like Neocotylotretus udaipurensis and Syncuaria buckleyi have been described from Indian birds.
Dark Souls III
- 4K rendering, stitched from 6 shots;
- Custom ReShade framework settings;
- Hattiwatti tools for freecam, FOV and tilt.
I rarely pre-plan my journal pages, but when it involves replicating a picture, I tend to take my time and make sure I get it at least somewhat the way I'd like it to be before I commit it to writing. One page was from last week (left) , the other will be for writing on the next couple weeks.
Side note: I absolutely am not a self-proclaimed drawing artist to any degree!
Theme: Upon These Pages
Year Twelve Of My 365 Project
The fleet number 9815 probably relates to a number allocated when the vehicle was in use prior to arriving here. Aberdeen tended to use fleet number 28 for demonstrator vehicles.
S551 WAT 19991031 ae cpy
Tristan seems to be the official horse tender of, er, all of Trolliwood. I haven't seen anyone else taking interest in them here yet, anyway.
The Southern ground Hornbill is the largest of the hornbill species. They tend to live in savanna habitats with large trees and forage on the ground for their food, hence the name "ground hornbill." Their diets include everything from small amphibians and reptiles to small mammals the size of hares. These hornbills are cooperative breeders, requiring at least two additional birds, or helpers, for each breeding pair, which assist in rearing the young. Breeding pairs without helpers will be unsuccessful and helpers who have not had enough experience as such are unsuccessful breeders. If a juvenile makes it out of the nest, studies show that it will generally enjoy significant livelihood. In the wild, birds live into their thirties, and captive birds have lived over seventy years. So, with such a long life to look forward to, why the long face? #iLoveNature #iLoveWildlife #WildlifePhotography in #Tanzania #Nature in #Africa #DrDADBooks #SouthernGroundHornbill #WildlifeConservation
iss068e038960 (Jan. 7, 2023) --- Expedition 68 Flight Engineer Koichi Wakata of the Japan Aerospace Exploration (JAXA) poses in front of the VEGGIE space botany research facility after tending to tomato plants growing aboard the International Space Station.
Hair: Discord Designs - Ohana
Makeup: Glamorize - Black Pain tears, Jaded in black eyeshadow, Just Because lips in black
Earrplugs: Moondance Boutique - Tsubasa
Necklace: Moondance Boutique - Angel of My Heart
Sweater, Shirt, Jeans & boots : Prism by Journey - Stevie Cardi, Jeans & Boots
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Poses: LA Boss & Corpus
Location: The Keys
I tend not to like zoom blurs, though as you may know I often do motion blurs. However, this subject seemed to call for that sense of outward explosion. I actually didn't zoom out while taking this, as is the normal way. I was using a point&shoot camera which doesn't allow zooming while exposing...so I improvised by holding the camera directly over the leaves at close distance, then pulling the camera straight up while shooting. (So I guess it's a kind of motion blur after all!)
X-ray data from Chandra combined with the visible and near-infrared Hubble mosaic. Light from x-rays tends to occupy the places where voids have formed, likely as a result of hot winds and supernova shock waves impacting the walls of the cavity.
There is an article at the Chandra website regarding this object and what is being illustrated. You may read it here, if you wish:
chandra.harvard.edu/photo/2012/n1929/
The Hubble only version is here:
I would like to thank Jonathan McDowell for showing me that the lowest and highest energy levels must be filtered out using the event file because they are too noisy, and Brian Wolven for tagging him into the Twitter thread that resulted in the discussion. I don't often ask for help because I feel like I am bothering people, but small things like this really make a difference for me.
Data from Observation ID 3356 from Proposal Number 03910326 were used to create the x-ray overlay.
X-ray Emission Mechanisms and Evolution of Superbubbles
Data from Proposal 14689 were used to create the Hubble image.
MYSST: Mapping Young Stars in Space and Time - The HII Complex N44 in the LMC
Violet and Magenta overlay: ACIS .30-7.00 keV
Red: WFC3/UVIS F814W
Green: Pseudo
Blue: WFC3/UVIS F555W
North is NOT up. It is 19.6° counter-clockwise from up.
Fetenacity
A mid summers dream series
A)Dreams tending Arousal
Lakefront Cottage Dream
A narration in one acte
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This story is based from a rather intense dream/ experience I had some weeks past when I stayed for a extended autumn weekend alone at my uncles lake cottage.
It was at this same cottage where we held my Cousins wedding late the previous year
I had attended a formal dinner/dance/ fundraiser in the area and was using the lakefront cottage to save on having to rent a room during my extended visit there.
My friend from university, who also was coming, and I had dared each other to wear the glittery sequined , sleek blue bridesmaids gowns that had been collecting dust in our closets since a mutual friends wedding the previous month.
We both did, with her adding her good jewels to wear with, and I wore my matching set of antique rhinestones I had come across at an antique shoppe, along with my favorite rings.
We must have made a pleasing pair for we were continuously being approached for conversation and then asked to dance by several blokes.
As things were wrapping up and we were given the boot, we stopped in a pub for a drink and that was when my friend told me she had been creeped upon after leaving her hotel earlier!
A young man in a houndstooth sports jacket had been standing in her hotel lobby talking to a pretty young lady wearing a black satin blouse, her buxomy figure loaded up with shiny gold chains .
As my friend walked through the lobby, dressed as she was for the dance, the girl had eyed her over .
She , of course, smiled at her, and surprisingly the girl had just looked back to the guy wearing the houndstooth sport coat without acknowledging her.
Then as she walked outside down the block, realized the guy in the houndstooth sports jacket was following along.
He had seen her look at him and darted down an alley.
Uncomfortable about it, she had spied an approaching hansom and had hailed it to be driven to her destination.
“Do you think he may have wanted to ask me something?” she wondered as she played with her string of white pearls, the rings in her fingers all glittery.
I soothed her by telling her she was “being a silly sod, and not to fret over it!”
Which at the time was my honest opinion of the affair? Certainly did not think the bloke was “creeping” and I told her so with conviction!
I did see her home safely to her hotel room before heading to the lake.
But then walking quite alone up to the cottage in early morning hours, moving in and out of creeping shadows,slightly intoxicated, I heard the rich swishing of my long gown along the path.
I must have presented an interesting picture, waking about alone, dressed such as I was!
I remembered my friend’s story, if someone was following her and had been listening to us, they would know I was here, alone!
This made my hairs prickle as of course my run away imagination Formed some rather chilling , foreboding conjectures
I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts, feeling my earrings swinging up against my cheeks.
Buggers, my bloody jewels would give me away!
I scurried to the cottage, feeling foolish with myself as I unlatched the door!
But entering the dark ,sinisterly empty house, did me no good either, and I held my breath as I cautiously tip toes in to turn on the lights!
My mind was reeling at that point keeping me from feeling tired, as I checked all the windows and doors to make sure they were fastened!
Without bothering to change , I tried watching some telly, before going to bed.
But I ended up watching the only channel that was coming in.. and all it had was an old BW crime thriller that night, which also added fuel to the building fire of my imagination!
Though I will admit that I harbor a like for those type of situations depicted in such movies, experiencing a titillating thrill when a shadow emerged from a dark alleyway, similar to those that compels one to watch horror flicks!
Also, on top of all that, having just being also all dressed up in that wedding party a fortnight ago, before appeared to have been added to the subconscious mix!
Finding I had fallen asleep without seeing the ending,I stretched, rose and went to the bedroom I was staying in.
Dressing for bed, loop-lolly half asleep , watched my reflection in the long mirror removing my twinkling rhinestones, an old silent film I once had critiqued for a term paper quite some time ago popped in from somewhere in a forgotten recess of my mind ...
Of course..!!
- [ ] 1927 Called “Cat and the Canary” and is a dark moody film taking place in a secret passage laced mansion, with sinisterly dark figures , and a sleeping lady whose diamonds are robbed off from around her throat .
There is a 1930 sound remake called “The Cat Creeps” with Helen Twelvetrees that i really had wanted to write about, but found out it is unfortunately an Americans “lost” film!
So I do imagine that it ‘twas those concerns and remembrances all combined, which took root in my sleep, taking a dark flight with my dreams of fancy that night!
For, as I was soon asleep;
I found myself experiencing a sweating combination of nightmare/ wet dream that was so utterly realistic that the scare nearly caused me to soil my slip nightie before I managed to awaken sweating from its horrible hold, feeling some dampness around my crotch!
In the process I had become so entangled in my Blankets that it took some time to extract myself.
Finally awake and free of the blankets I rose...
Placing a thin black robe over my purple slip nightgown, I got a mixed drink, and sat down upon a sofa to collect my wits as I convinced myself it had only been a rather intriguingly wicked dream!
And then I, of course me being me, was compelled to take notes of my night terror before the last vestiges drifted off , as I was then unable to sleep in the empty cottage anyways!
So the long and short is that from those notes taken from that night terror was risen this dream inspired tale!
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Mid-summer Dream sequence A
A beguiling Evening at the Lake House
My dream, not surprisingly,took me innocently enough, to the wedding at my uncle’s family’s rather posh Lakefront “Cottage” where I have spent many a week since youthful childhood...
Mixing in bits of both reality and fiction, my dream went on ...
My cousin(with whom I had been with at University) was getting married at the end of the week which is why I had gone, that and I was to be her Maid of honour.
The week went fast, planning, getting ready for the guests.
What little time I had to myself, I spent on a small deserted island in middle of the lake, just off of the bottom hill landing above which sat my Cousin’s family’s lake front cottage.
The island is a rather secluded, private spot,a great place to just think.
Then came the time for the wedding to be held at the lake village church with reception behind the family lake cottage.
The groom’s best man and I were the only members of the bridal party.
My Cousin had selected a dazzling white satin dream gown.
Sleeveless with a Lacey bodice and a daringly plunging neckline. The skirt fell down to her silver heels in a glistening flow of sleekness. An emerald green rippled satin sash encircled her jealousy petite waist with a glittering crescent shaped emerald rhinestone broach pinned to the centre. Long green satin gloves all added a splash of color for her naturally red hair.
As bridesmaid I was wearing my rather elegant burgundy coloured slick taffeta gown she had helped me pick out.
The neckline is squared , the skirt was short in front reaching just below my knees, and long in back, reaching the tickling down to just past my ankles.
Full sleeves that scrunched up, with their bottom bit reaching up to my wrist, but the top part reaching over my hands ending in pointed tips at my middle finger and held on by gold rings that went on along my middle fingers.
It also had a darling matching flat satin waist-hugging sash that was detachable and tied snugly in the back
Actually the whole outfit was a rather tightly snug fit, but my Cuz liked the look and I will be able to have it let out before wearing it out again.
But it was fun that I appeared to have a pair of noticeably rounded breasts for a change !
Compliments of the gowns fairly tight molded cleavage !
Because my Cousin has decided on wearing her rather handsome collection of pearls, I decided not to wear my own good pearls, but instead opted to wear my rhinestones, which of course in my dream became valuable diamonds.
Also amongst the fine jewels I was wearing was Included at the last minute a rather daring ruby and diamond brooch which I had just picked up in an antique store that is located in the village at the northern most end of the lake.
It was quite a dazzling pretty overall effect we both were putting on, as noted when we poised giggling like a brace of school girls before the bedroom mirror hanging on the backside of our basement bedrooms’ door.
My cousins younger sister, who is just a school girl, overhead us and sauntered down in from the upstairs kitchen.
In my dream she was dressed as she had really been at the actual wedding.
A red head also, she was fetchingly wearing a green satin gown pouring down along her figure, re-wearing It from a dance she had attended that spring.
She also was strikingly wearing the new set of my Aunt’s expensively matched emerald and diamond jewelry !
I felt her gown was rather to slinky in my silent opinion, and the “always gets my way “party girl a bit too immature to be wearing good jewels, but the ensemble certainly grabbed one’s attention I will with a bit of jealousy, admit to that!
But then I guess that is what weddings are all in about, and the bride and I were certainly in no position, glammed up as we were , to caste the first (Gem)stones!
After a bit more girl talk, we put on our serious faces and headed upstairs to begin the day long festivities!
So the wedding and reception proper went off with very few minor hitches and we killed much time pleasantly , dancing and drinking till midnight!
It was a very pretty affair in many aspects!
Then well after midnight as most of the remaining guests were hanging around a fire in the back terrace of the cottage, I felt a wanderlust whimsical feeling to go and sit on one of the antique benches set around a small landing that was set up down the bottom front hillside, the top of which was where the cottage had been built.
Grabbing a flute of wine, I headed off away around the cottage, then down the hillside stairs leading down to the landing, looking forward to finally being away from the lime lite as it were!
I was quite alone in this secluded spot. With a view of my small island off some 50 meters from the landing.
I was setting there for some time lost in my thoughts, feeling sleepy, when I realized with a shiver that it was getting chilly!
But then a warm breeze came in and my mind started to play tricks on me.
That I had not shivered because of the cold, but instead I was getting goose pimples from feeling someone’s eyes upon me !
But then I started to imagined that I was indeed being watched from the island!
A dark figure in a houndstooth sports jacket with hard cold eyes and a mind to be up the to no good!
Someone was watching me I convinced myself!
I nervously turned around and jumped a little!
There was actually a long shadowy figure at the top of the stairs, framed in moonlight, staring me down!!!
As I watched the figure slipped down the stairs, by the flapping dress I knew it was female.
Finally I could make out who it was as she came into the light cast off from the docks lanterns.
It was lady in a slinky black satin number , wearing a bouncing emerald/ diamond pendent and swinging earrings that glittered noticeably from her as she moved.
She smiled, rising a hand that held a tall glass of ice and some clear liquid, her expensive looking bracelet twinkling in a mesmerizing display of its rich coloured emerald/diamond gemstones.
I recognized her as one of the guests I had briefly met,whom, much like a humming bird, had been flittering about amongst us without never really staying long in any one place!
When I first met the slowly approaching lady , She had been a total stranger to me,coming up to me at the reception to compliment me on my pretty attire.
Said she was there alone and was usually quite shy around strangers, though she had not appeared to me in anyway a timid dear!
She had blushed ever so prettily, her eyes magnified by the horned rim glasses she was wearing.
She was actually quite handsome, wearing a long black satin dress with vertical gold stripes. I complimented her on it and she smiled, prettily blushing . She was wearing no jewelry, so I was not able to use that as a topic of conversation or admirations!
Feeling sorry for the poor thing, we had chatted a bit, light talk, and she had taken her leave, apologizing if she was appearing rude, but she must compliment my cousin, the bride, who I saw had just came in, new husband and her pouty younger sister in tow!
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I was watching her now, coming down then over to me as I was sitting on the landings bench, inwardly shuddering a bit!
She was a odd bird, especially the way she was eagerly looking down upon me like an old friend!
But there was something different about her now, something had changed, but in my befuddled state of mind at her appearance it was something could not place a finger on at the time?
But trying to work out a solution to that mystery slipped from my mind as I again felt a chill and wished I had brought my gowns matching wrap!
I couldn’t be rude enough to hurriedly make that as an excuse and leave her just as she arrived. So I settled down to hold ground and meet my fate!
So much for quiet solitude I thought wryly, and assuming my role as part of the bridal party, politely motioned the unwished for guest to come sit with me.
She swished down over, laid a hand on my shoulder, her bracelet sparkling , as I looked up. I could see my own necklace shimmering in her horned rim glassed, rather surprised over how lavish the reflection appeared!
“‘Ello, we meet again !” she said adjusting her gown as she sat next to me.
“Cheers “ she continued clinking her glass to mine and we both took a drink.
She was looking out over the misty waters as she sipped...
“Must say, you are brave, to be down here all alone ?” she asked me, glancing around.
“Not really.” I replied ... “ I come down here a lot to sit and think, it’s one of my favorite spots.”
“Here, and the island over there also!” I added, pointing across the water to the small island.
She shivered. “Creepy island, who knows what or who may be over there lurking in the shadows watching us!”
Despite myself I did jump a little at her words.
She was beginning creeping me out saying things I had already been thinking.
She started to babble on about odd things she had heard happening to others. Footsteps in the dark with no one appearing and other sorts of unwarranted , alone in a dark alleyway ,like tidbits that began to make me a bit uncomfortable!!!
She was on about an old silent movie where a deranged mental patient had broken into an isolated mansion where a young heiress was spending a lonely evening when I decided enough was enough!!!
I was quite done with this uninvited guest and decided it had been time enough, and I could ethically take my leave.
Surrendering my dock landing hideaway to her and head up to rejoin the guests around the warm friendly fire!
I turned to her, startled by the way for a second she had been smiling at me like she knew an untold secret, but her expression changed immediately as I had looked, smiling she leaned over to pat my wrist, her fingers touching my diamond bracelet.
Then, like she had been eerily reading my mind...
“Hope I’m not making you uncomfortable luv?” She said consolingly, but without any real depth to her apology!
Then, while patting me, her drink sloshed, spilling some of the ice cubes, which pooled down upon the lap of my gown, making me shiver,the cool air and the dampness on my gown increasingly adding on an overwhelming need to use the loo, which also added to my already existing urge to excuse myself!!
“Oh dear I’ve solid your dress! Here let me get something...”
As she fumbled in a small, rather bulging, black clutch purse, I declined her assistance ,just glad of a reason to be rid of this odd lady , and told her I would clean up inside the cottage!
She in turn gave me an odd , knowing smile as I rose and politely took my leave.
I managed to stand up without shaking and went back up the deck stairs resisting the urge to run!
At the top I looked back to the island for a few seconds, nothing moved, except the rising shapes of mist that was forming over the long lakes waveless dark waters.
Of course no one was watching from there!
I looked down upon the interloper still seated on my bench...
She was just sitting there, dress fluttering not bothering to look up at me.
The breeze was still warm, so why did I still feel chilled?
I then headed inside through the kitchen to the downstairs basement bath.
The house was quiet and empty, lending to the atmosphere and I was trembling on pins and needles as I was making myself scared silly to be in there, looking down darkened corridors that appeared to be passing themselves off as sinister alleyways!!!
I went in and downstairs to the basement bedroom I was sharing with my cousin .
Going to the small toilet I quickly did my business, dabbed at the wet spot on my party dress , deciding I should not take time to change!
As I took a quick look in the mirror, I scolded my panicked stricken looming reflection that I was a “silly old duck”, and then hurriedly left to head back to join the rest of the dwindling reception guests by the warm fire.
I froze in my tracks , the bedroom door that I had left open was now forbiddingly, firmly shut!!!
Suddenly I was grasped from behind by a pair of strong hands.
My whole figure jumped with the enveloping shivering shock , while an ice cold hand clamped over my mouth silencing my startled shriek as it started. ...
A most menacing voice muttered with conviction, “What have we here saide the spyder to the pretty butterfly?”
A chilling feeling swept down over me! As the voice continued on answering my silent question...
“I was coming down to leave, lady and imagine my surprise when I saw you heading downstairs into this hidden bedroom!”
I began to quiver in delicious fright...
“Now Don’t move about my pretty red bird!”
The voice snarled as something hard was stroked along up against my side , and then poked into my waist ,as my heart was pounding in my throat!
“No cry’s for help either Miss “ he hissed close in my ear “Or I may have to use this!” , and the thing he was poking was pressed in even harder into my back to make his point known!
I nodded helplessly in submissive agreement to his threat!
I was cringing and feeling waves of shivers sparking up and down my spine as he held me captive in his hard unforgiving grasp!
Not really knowing with any sickening realty what all was going to happen next, though I was fairly certain my pretty jewels would be on his list!!
He turned me around and I was face to face with an evily black attired man wearing an even blacker, snarly appearing ski mask!
Holding me close as he stared at me with his hard grey eyes he muttered, half to himself.
“Well, well, look at the pretty package we have caught!”
“I only was interested in riffling through the contents of your bedrooms rooms wasn’t I luv, while your fine lot were distracted outside !” He said happily.”
“But the bonus of watching you and your sparklers appear for your ill timed call to nature is appreciated, I will say that !”
“And the discovery of a new bedroom to have a look around is always appreciated, always nice things to be found in ‘em aint there now, Miss !”
He hissed this as he was eyeing me over as I noticed my long shimmering diamond earrings were richly sparkling , reflected in his lusting evil eyes!
I gulped as a dryly feeling scratchy frog came lumping up in my throat!
In answer his rough left hand began excitedly snaking up my front, up over my breasts and lifting up the end of my twinkling diamond necklace as he smirked!
As he had groped along my breasts , he drooled his words, talking to himself .
“A rather fine plump one we have!
Then while he tugged greedily at my necklace. “With some Rather nice ice to be melted away!”
I tried pulling back, but he grasped me harder by the waist and held me to him as I squirmed, I could quite feel that this Wankers figure was undeniably hot and quite stiff with desire!
“Dem flashy jewels your wearin luv, I believe I’ll have them then now won’t” I ! he purred nastily, with a craving conviction.
I countered. “Not my jewels sir I whined, they are worthless!”
But he ignored my pleas and began working me over quite thoroughly chuckling with delight as he , with adept precision ,felt searchingly along my cringing my figure for jewels!
The mirror that was hanging down on the closed door that we had primped in front of earlier, was in view, and I could see my reflection in it, and ... also his as he was working me over. I tried not to look but failed miserably and I began to feel my whole being wilt in utter despair as one by one he I watched him plucking my trembling figure clean!
Starting first by forcing off my flashing rings, then unclamping my favorite diamond cuff bracelet,then yanked off both my earrings , greedily pocketing the lot!
Once finished with that he concentrated on working off the main prize, my shiny necklace!
Reaching up behind my neck, unfastening, drooling over, and then finally pocketing my diamond necklace!
He had taken my Diamond Necklace! And I squirmed uncomfortably as he stashed it away !!
The wanker was all too fondly enjoying this game he was playing at my expense!!!
Finished with that job, he lastly reached down over to my waist to begin prying off my shimmery new broach which my Cousin had had me pin to my sash as a last minute addition so as to match her’s!
I loved that broach!
I managed out a sobbing, crackling dry plea for him not to take it
Surprisingly, He listened and removed his hand from it promising he would not lay a finger on it, “Scouts honours” dame!
Then had me turn around.
“All right dame, lets see you raise those hands up, and keep ‘em there if you know what’s good fer you!”
Wondering “ what now ?!” I obeyed.
He placed his hands upon the sides of my gown, reaching just up under my armpits, and started carefully to pat me down from behind .
I knew he knew he had taken me for everything and was just playing me, adding insult to injury while he was satisfying a dreadful lust to cope a feel of my tight fitting ultra smooth gown! Typical male!
I realized that, Like a seasoned male actor, he obviously was a professional and had played this role enough times that he was self-confident, assuredly in control, and was cravingly, relishing every second of this wicked game!
Everything he did had a purpose, rhyme and reason behind it !
I was just beginning to realize, but I still was not fast enough to figure those reasons ahead of time, and it would cost me !!!
I sighed deeply in my misery and despair, unable to move in my utterly vulnerably paralyzing distress !
Sighing as deeply as I just had, the monster finished, and stood back behind me.
I was still too frozen in fear to move, and saw in the reflection that he had reached into his pocket and pulled out some gold silk handkerchiefs.
The unscrupulous Git must have snatched them from a silky pocket that must have been inside one of the dresses hanging in another bedroom closet!!
“To make sure the creeping cat keeps your tongue!” he said as he gagged me silent with one!
Then he reached up, and yanking down my arms so the were behind my back, he tightly bound my hands with another!
Cheeky Bastard !
But the wanker wasn’t through with me yet!
He pulled my back up against his lustful body and I felt the cold damply sweaty fingers of his right hand reach up and laying his right hand on my the front of my dress !
He than happily felt along my breasts, while his left hand held me securely by the waist as I squirmed in his hold as he fondled about.
It was a bittersweet prickling process I felt as I helplessly underwent his obviously practiced ritual!
“Pity You’re not hiding anything there !” he hissed in my ear he withdrew his hand.
“ Only one more hiding hole to clear !” he said matter of factley taking deep breaths!
Knowing what was coming, I stiffened as he crouched down and cringed as I felt his hand press up into my dress, pushing the still damp material up in between my thighs as I put my legs together in an attempts to force the walkers hand out!!!
My back arched in a spasm as the thief’s right hands fingers attempted to penetrate and grope through my gown to reach towards my private’s !!
As I squirmed about I tried to say through my gag. “ I thought you have my diamonds isn’t that enough you touchy git!”
But he did pull away as I clamped my knees on him!
Prevented from going any further with his groping fingers, he rose quickly as he held his hands onto my waist for support!
“Nuttin in there either, guess I’ve cleaned you out dame !” he said chuckling at his crude humour!
He finally stopped chuckling , than said
“Times a eating !” And pushed me over to my cousins bed and had me turn and awkwardly sit down upon it .
The bastard was having me watch him as he worked over our room for our valuables!
As if what he had done so far wasn’t enough!
As I squirmed with acute anxiety in my bindings, he went about it!
He was thorough I will admit, quickly, unerringly, ransacking our room with expert precision, wasting no time, as he checked through drawers, riffling through our shared closet, quickly fingering over the expensive clothes he was finding within.
Then he searched the bed-stands, discovering both our jewel cases, which he spotlessly cleaned out!
He even pocketed my small gold (plated) antique brush with the rhinestone handle!
The thief was cannily taking anything found that was small, shiny, easily carried, and of any possible value!!
He even managed to find the thin silver headband, the one set with pricey diamond chips, that my cousin had placed hidden at the bottom drawer of her lingerie cabinet!
I had convinced her not to wear it this evening, she had looked better in her bridal gown with her long red hair down and flowing free
And now she would never be wearing it again, and she had that blue satin sequined gown that went amazingly with it as she wore it to hold up her hair at the rehearsal dinner!
Actually that sleek blue gown was now lying in a glittery heap in the floor outside the closet. He had greedily yanked it out to make sure none of the sparkling his hungry eyes had drooled over were actual gems!
He had even shot me a look as he held up it in his touchy paws to see if I was flinching to indicate that it may be valuable enough to steal.
At my lifeless blank stare, he just grunted and tossed it down in a heap!
For some reason my heart had sunk piercingly lower at his discovery of the glittery silver headband even more than it had been doing while I watched him looting our room.
When he had finished, he went and stood over me
“Anything I missed luv?!” he demanded loudly!
Startled, I couldn’t help myself.
He saw me glance over to my pillow
The unethical stinker!
“Thought so!” he said preening with satisfaction at his tomfololery!
I deflatedy cringed as directly he went over to my bed, bending over over and lifting my plum satin coverlet and picking up the matching pillow.
He grasped up the long thin silk purple slip I was wearing for a night gown and looked underneath !
He cackled as he plucked up greedily, the small black velvet satchel that had been hidden underneath my night gown.
He walked it over and emptied it onto his palm before my puppy sad eyes!
I tearfully watched as my pearls, my beautiful set of gleaming white pearls, spilled out onto his eager hand as he whistled his triumphant find!
Now my heart really plummeted !
The greedy, unscrupulous bastard, he had now taken everything with any value that I owned from me and our bedroom!
Then he added his insult to the already deep injury
Leaning over me, looking at me dead in the eye..
Been ever so nice doing business with you, luv!”
He smirked while as he stuffed my pearls roughly inside his pocket, then he slid his fingers along my shoulder and down my tied up taffeta clad arm as I twitched, wallowing in misery...!!
“Where did you come from?” I Irrationally tried to asked, again my words muffled by the gag!
He was watching me struggle to speak...
And once again he answered my unspoken question...
“Followed you from the hotel now didn’t we !” , he said mysteriously as he put on a houndstooth sport jacket.
Then he backed out the door closing it,
I could hear feet rapidly going down the stairs.
Stiff with fright I jumped as a door slams from above
Squirming I managed to quickly undo my tied wrists, silk does not make for solid knots, but then he probably knew that!
It was as I untied my gag, that I coldly realized I had not actually seen the pistol.
“Twit!” I said admonishing myself
That was because he had had no pistol!
The bastard had used only his index finger to utterly fool me into compliancy because I believed he had one!!
Rising I went upstairs to the door leading to the dock stairs.
I should warn her , if she was still setting there on the bench waiting for my return!
Too late, I saw him head down the stairs to the landing.
The lady on the bench rose, diamonds and emeralds rippling a sparkling riot of fire along around her wrist as she walked up to join him, hugging!
She was in on it, had planned this, had set me up in their fiendishly evil trap!
She must have been coming down to wait and meet up with her partner once he was done burgling the cottage bedrooms!
Then she had spied me surpriseingly alone , all dressed up and sitting there by my myself!
What a sweetly plump lamb I must have looked under her wolffish gaze.
All she had to do was simply figure out a way to get this shimmering bird to go alone into the house where her partner was busy looting the bedrooms of guests staying there of their jewels !
And she had decided the ones I had been wearing were to be added into that loot!
She must have been laughing at how easy it had been to trick me into walking into the trap!
And the emeralds/diamonds jewelry she was wearing?
I had suddenly just then remembered , She had not been wearing my any jewelry, when she first approached me!!!
She had been flaunting it, why?
A cold realization finally pierced through the fog of my memory!
They were from the collection of jewelry my cousin had been wearing! Not the bride, but her younger, green satin siren gowned, sister!
The cretins must have surreptitiously (hopefully)removed them from her!
In my minds eye I briefly had a picture of how easily it would have been to stoke the vain ego of my overly dressed flashy young cousin, with her upper levels typically arrogant manner, in order to get her to willingly, literally be played into their hands !!!
Shuddering I watched with falling heart as arm in arm the scoundrels turned a corner and I soon saw a punt appear, with him earnestly rowing away them both away!
I had my hand to my waist as I watched , then with icy cold revelation , suddenly I realized that my sash was gone!
I looked down, with it the also was gone the brilliantly shimmering broach he had promised not to touch, but he had not promised to not touch my sash !
The cold jellied eel like turd had done it as he had been patting me down. And while behind me, fondling me to distraction, his eyes were on another prize!
He flagrantly had white lied to me and untied the sash , unnoticed by me, had slipped it off from my around my waist.
Untying it it with his left hand and pulling it off as he was distracting me by pawing and trying to grope my private bits with his right !
The devil had fooled me entirely, for I had believed his fondling of me had been for his self pleasure, but it had been entirely for the self gain of my valuably gemmed one of a kind broach!!
No wonder he had appeared to be so thoroughly loving his work!
Damn fool I am
I placed a hand to my neck, ears, looked down wrist and fingers.. all of my pretty jewels were gone, going away with the thief as he escaped with his bulging pockets!!
Then I again felt my waistline, hoping I was wrong!
I wasn’t !!!
If I had noticed I pondered, felt him untying it from around my waist ?
Caught red handed, would he then have stopped his pickpocketing? I tried to reason,
“Twit !” I called myself again, “ He wouldn’t have stopped taking the sash. But then he may have demanded I strip and hand over my sumptuous party dress just to be a pisser for my cheekiness !!!”
“But it was all of no use! I hadn’t caught on to his cruel deception, and now the pair of thieves were making off with the jewels, all of my…and our guests , expensively pretty jewels!”
“Never trust a bloody thief!”
I thought sarcastically as I watched the pair of em disappearing into the mist that was rising on the evil appearing black water of the lake, rowing past the lake small island!
It was then I finally found my tongue and screamed the alarm!
With that I managed to wake myself up from the paralyzingly wicked, far too realistic, nightmare I had been caught up in while asleep, tangled up in my covers !!
Fini
Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all.
John Greenleaf Whittier
Early morning farming, Skagit Valley.
Las Torres del tendido eléctrico de Cádiz son dos torres de alta tensión eléctrica situadas a ambos lados de la embocadura de la bahía interior de Cádiz (España) que permiten el tendido de cables de conducción eléctrica desde la antigua central térmica de Cádiz hasta la red general peninsular. Están diseñados para dos circuitos por el italiano A. M. Toscano y tienen una construcción muy poco convencional.
Diseño
Este modo poco convencional de construcción fue elegido porque las fábricas de acero españolas no podían producir grandes portadores de acero en aquel entonces, cuando estas torres fueron construidas, y la importación de tales portadores era imposible debido al régimen de Franco. La construcción se llevó a cabo bajo la supervisión y dirección de Remo Scalla, un amigo cercano de Alberto Toscano. El mismo equipo de diseño y construcción de Toscano y Scalla también unió sus fuerzas en las líneas que cruzaron el Estrecho de Mesina en Italia, que unían la península italiana y Sicilia. El proyecto de las Torres de Cádiz comenzó a finales de 1957 y concluyó en 1960.
Estructura
El aspecto exterior que presentan las torres —de 150,6 metros de altura, la de Cádiz y de 160, la de Puerto Real—, es el de un mástil hueco de forma troncocónica cuyos perfiles dibujan una suave curvatura desde la cúspide, de 6 metros de diámetro, hasta la base, de 20,70 metros. Descansan sobre un basamento de hormigón armado y precomprimido y se coronan por un travesaño de perfil romboidal que sostiene el cableado de alta tensión que corre de torre a torre. Están construidas con un ensamblaje de piezas metálicas galvanizadas que dibujan a partir de líneas verticales, horizontales y diagonales, una retícula de rombos inscritos en rectángulos. En el interior, una escalera helicoidal recorre todo el mástil permitiendo ascender al travesaño superior. Cuando se completó el proyecto fueron adquiridas por el Instituto Nacional de Industria.
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Mom is tending to here daffodils which lined Daddy's vegetable garden. She had many varieties of daffodils all around the yard.
She is bent over slightly, perhaps trying to hide from the photographer since she was in her gardening clothes, and wearing a long kitchen apron.
Undoubtedly photographed in the spring as the daffodils are in full bloom
Tonight, to continue my Easter theme, I'm adding a Chinstrap Penguin that's tending to its egg. As you can see, space is at a premium. These nests are all quite close to one another and often in steep areas.
An adult stork (Ciconia ciconia) is closing its eyes enjoying the caresses of its offspring.
Ein erwachsener Storch (Ciconia nigra) genießt die Streicheleinheiten von seinem Nachwuchs.
MUCH PRETTIER DAYLIGHT PHOTO. ♥︎
It's actually storming here (again) and the wind speed is 70km/h (the trees outside my window sound really scary in the wind D:) but that's okay because the muted light is better for photos~~ You'll think I've learnt my lesson not to take photos at midnight, but apparently not.
Gibson, James F.,, b. 1828,, photographer.
[Tending wounded Union soldiers at Savage's Station, Virginia, during the Peninsular Campaign]
[1862]
1 photographic print on stereo card : albumen, hand colored ; 3.25 x 6.75 in.
Notes:
Photo shows a makeshift field hospital with wounded soldiers sitting and lying on the ground while some receive care. Includes the straw-hatted Sixteenth New York Infantry who fought at Gaines' Mill on June 27. Most were captured when Confederates overtook the area during the battle of Savage's Station on June 29. (Source: Bob Zeller, Civil War in Depth, v. 1, p. 34)
Title devised by Library staff.
Forms part of: Civil War Photograph Collection (Library of Congress).
Card without hand-coloring published in: The Civil War in depth / Bob Zeller. San Francisco: Chronicle Books, 1997-2000, v. 1, p. 34.
Subjects:
Seven Days' Battles, Va., 1862.
Soldiers--Virginia--Savage's Station--1860-1870.
War casualties--Virginia--Savage's Station--1860-1870.
United States--History--Civil War, 1861-1865--Medical aspects--Virginia--Savage's Station.
United States--History--Civil War, 1861-1865--Casualties--Virginia--Savage's Station.
United States--History--Civil War, 1861-1865--Military personnel--Virginia--Savage's Station.
Format: Stereographs--1860-1870.
Albumen prints--Hand colored--1860-1870.
Rights Info: No known restrictions on publication.
Repository: Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division, Washington, D.C. 20540 USA, hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.print
Persistent URL: hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/stereo.1s02416
hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/stereo.2s02416
Call Number: LOT 14044, no. 32
People tend to say seeing is believing, but it seems the words of others have more sway than the actions of those the words are about.
Do me a favour. Do yourself a favour. Do the person you're currently gossiping about a favour. Confront them with your issue as opposed to talking behind their back. What you say holds consequence and the game of telephone is a deep and depressing spiral. Judge people for your own perception of them, don't let it be poisoned by the malice of another. More often than not those words may not even be true, or, if they are, merely some form of watered down truths.
For those of you victim of it, learn to love yourself. It hurts to know it's happening, but if someone truly cares about you they'll let you know what they heard and give you the chance to be honest about the issue. Once that's cured find the source of the poison and confront it, otherwise it'll continue to dribble down.
I tend to be very upbeat and even though they don't seem to some can even accuse me of blowing my own trumpet if they want. But self-confidence is everything for trans girls as without it we just want to hide and whither in darkened rooms. But why not be positive for I know for every person who might want to turn their nose up at me ten others will give me a thumbs-up for having the guts to do it. Of course it's how it's done and how we conduct ourselves in public too that is important and I get a lot of smiles and compliments off women. But to be honest we all have an off day like everyone else from time to time but the best cure is to put on your favourite dress go out and and smile.
The current trend on cruise ships is to include green spaces onboard, some going as far as to have actual parks with trees, walkways, flora, and fauna. Celebrity is taking part in this and has decided to put trees in their atrium.
Well, when you've got a tree you need an arborist to care for it right? Never mind that the tree is suspended 70-80 feet up in the air! Someone has to do it and this is the lucky fellow.
This was shot from one of the glass elevators they have onboard. Either deck 9 or 10, not sure which.
I tend to prefer action shots over static shots but on a very dull day in Aberystwyth and the sight of this very rare VDL SB200, MCV Evolution, I thought it worthwhile for a photograph. As I understand this is the only MCV bodied SB200 in the UK, there are a number of VDL SB180 examples around however but those are not common, this bodywork is more common on Volvo B7 and B8RLEs.
Anyway this example was new to Richard Bros and understood to have been sourced from Arriva Bus and Coach. We find it here in Aberystwyth on its usual lunchtime diagram, getting ready to operate the long TrawsCymru T5 down to Haverfordwest, a journey time of just under 3.5 hours!
YJ14 CCV sadly lacks some of the via points branding below the roof profile, likely due to replacement windows over time.
Not too often one of the 24 plates heads out this way…
On a service tending to be operated more by Sprinters than fuller sized buses, Central Connect ADL Enviro200MMC YY24HBH (364) heads along a sunny Dunmow Road on the outskirts of Bishops Stortford whilst working a Route 315 circular via Great Hallingbury 05/12/25
Jaguars are considered to be larger than cougars, and those in South America tend to be heavier than those in Central or North America. Within South America, there are differences for jaguars which are north and south of the Amazon River.
The Pantanal is the world’s biggest wetland. This pristine environment in South America supports an amazingly rich variety of wildlife and plants – and has huge social and economic importance too.
Its enormous water reserves are vital for the eight million or so people in the region, who depend on the fresh water, the fish and other vital ‘environmental services.
The Jaguar is the largest native cat species of the New World and the third largest in the world. This spotted cat closely resembles the leopard, but is usually larger and sturdier. It ranges across a variety of forested and open terrains, but its preferred habitat is tropical and subtropical moist broadleaf forest, swamps and wooded regions. The jaguar enjoys swimming and is largely a solitary, opportunistic, stalk-and-ambush predator at the top of the food chain. As a keystone species it plays an important role in stabilizing ecosystems and regulating prey populations.