#My Dolphin Show

[bigtittiecomitte]

When your iPad can’t handle the app so you have to time travel

[ashersbraincell]

What are some nostalgic(preferable flash but other counts too) games for you?

I’ll start!

Papa’s games

Snail Bob

Baby Hazel

Bartender

Alchemy

Those OLD barbie games

Cupid Forever

My Dolphin Show

Uphill Rush

That one Madagascar game, while the zebra escapes the zoo, could never beat it though

[naffeclipse]

What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?

I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au

Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.

Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.

The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.

It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.

But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.

You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.

His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.

But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—

He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.

He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.

You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.

He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.

Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."

You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.

The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.

[jennortegas]

OPLA appreciation week

favorite outfit: Sanji's chef uniform

[skitskatdacat63]

This photo was life-ruining for me(and @sweatyflytrap ) honestly....

[risetherivermoon]

guys!! look!! hes making friends!!

its 2am and i had the thought of lark just playing uno with a bunch of the heaven dolphins, since they left my mans out there alone 😔 so naturally i sketched it out on my phone

(closeup)

in love with him actually

[ratatatastic]

happy cats continue on their sports pr tour and this time they stopped by the hardrock to give a good fins up! for the home opener to all who celebrate

jacksonville jaguars @ miami dolphins | 9.8.24 (x)(x)

[melonthesprigatito]

You ever just suddenly unlock a memory of something from your childhood that lay completely forgotten in the back of your mind for nearly a decade?

I just had the cartoon Puppy in my Pocket: Adventures in Pocketville pop into my head today and I INSTANTLY got flashbacks to the summer of 2011. It was on every day at 3pm after My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I watched it every single day for that entire summer, I even dragged my parents home from whatever they were doing just so I never missed an episode.

I collected all these figures and this plushie of Princess Ava (my favourite character and the reason why siamese cats are my favourite cat breed) which I DIDN'T lose, by the way, I know exactly where it is, it's buried in my toy basket under a mountain of plushies stacked on top of it and I couldn't be bothered getting it for this one photo so have a stock image instead.

Genuinely one of my favourite cartoons as a kid.

So today I remembered it and out of curiosity, I checked to see if it had a TV Tropes page and it does. I was aware that the cartoon is Italian dubbed into English. This is important and ultimately led to one of the most horrific discoveries I've ever made in my life.

Puppy in my Pocket: Adventures in Pocketville was made by an Italian company called Mondo TV. That raised alarm bells for me when I read that particular part of the TV Tropes page. I remember hearing that name in several "Worst Animated Movies of All Time" lists on YouTube

So I clicked on the blue link to Mondo TV on TV Tropes to see what else they made and…

THIS WONDERFUL PART OF MY CHILDHOOD THAT BROUGHT ME SO MANY FOND MEMORIES

WAS MADE BY THE SAME PEOPLE WHO MADE THESE

The fucking SHIVER THAT RAN DOWN MY SPINE. I can't believe that the people who made Puppy In My Pocket also made the fucking animated Titanic movies (with talking animals, nobody dying because everybody got saved by magic whales, a dog that does a rap number in 1912 and Atlantis) and that one North Korean Lion King/Jungle Book crossover soccer anime 😭

I've seen the likes of Nostalgia Critic, PhantomStrider and Saberspark tear these movies apart!

Suddenly I'm 200% certain that Puppy in my Pocket isn't nearly as good as I remember and I've decided that I won't rewatch it because I want to keep those wholesome memories and not destroy them any further.

To say I'm distraught would be an understatement

[koishua]

growing up on diff kpop gens with my younger sister this is wild bc her le sserafim/nwjns/illit/kiof was my snsd/aoa/apink/girls' day/exid/gfriend/rv :( 4th/5th gen vs 2nd/3rd gen have CRAZY different energies it's fascinating

[matoitech]

lazy jaguar design from earlier 4 fun, and then a dolphin guy ive been working on (hes a surfer) (this is probably not his final form)

[flordellums]

A yes, dating, the act of threatening and accusing. 

Best way to introduce a main character, let them fight the protagonist main love interest. GET HIS ASS.

Love these silly mermaids

Goofy fishes. 

[beardevils]

going to a gwa.r show and blo.thar just power washes the fuck out of me with his dick spew for like 2 minutes straight

[janet-the-interplanet]

i love that my school doesn't block any social media sites or even ao3 but it does block. articles on dolphins. why???

[aurosoulart]

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GRAB the sucklet........ HOVER the sucklet. DROP the sucklet

[s0lar-ch3ri]

my non jrwi friend on "are you a jay kisser or chip kisser?"

okay so my silly lil friend (@red-might-be-dead) made a tumblr post on chip and jay kissers (post can be found right here) and being curious i asked my non jrwi friend (@arcadianxanadus)

his response?

"i am a GILLION kisser. actually no, a hugger, im too aroace for kissing. since when you look directly at gillion he's 5''10 meaning i could simply bury my face in his tits, aka a great hug. and when you don't look directly at him he's like 5''1 meaning we're like the same-ish height so hugs are easier and more comfortable to achieve aka a great hug. in conclusion gillion best boy." (well, not the best boy part, but as he has hijacked this post, what he says happened happened)

and when he(more accurately I bc i have stolen cheri's computer) was asked if he would prefer to hug either jay or chip, if he had to choose his answer? "jay. bc again, titties." (note from @arcadianxanadus: tis not intended in a sexual way, as said before, im aroace, to me sex is only used as an inspiration to accentuate clothing/dresses that i design(i will only share the designs if you ask politely and offer digital glitter))

[anotherpapercut]

those of you who have been following me for a while may have noticed that I lose important things A LOT so as a quick update I left my favorite backpack full of very Personally Important items somewhere at the Aberdeen, MD train station last Thursday and have not heard word of its return o7