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ndeep1234 · 2 months ago

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Best Pets for Home: Top 5 Pets and How to Choose the Right One

Finding the best pet for your home involves considering factors like space, time commitment, family dynamics, and personal preferences. Pets can bring joy, companionship, and responsibility to a household. Whether you're looking for a furry friend, a feathered companion, or a low-maintenance pet, there's something for everyone. In this article, we'll explore the top 5 pets for home and offer insights on how to choose the best one for your lifestyle.

1. Dogs

Dogs are often considered the ultimate companions for families and individuals alike. They are loyal, loving, and provide a sense of security. However, owning a dog requires time, effort, and patience.

Popular Breeds for Homes: Golden Retrievers, Labrador Retrievers, Beagles, and Poodles.

Behavior: Dogs are social animals that thrive on interaction and activity. They require regular exercise, mental stimulation, and companionship.

Weight: Varies widely by breed, ranging from 5 lbs (2 kg) for small breeds like Chihuahuas to 100 lbs (45 kg) for larger breeds like Great Danes.

Food: Dogs require a balanced diet of protein, vegetables, and grains. High-quality dry dog food is a good base, but some dogs may benefit from fresh or raw food diets.

Advantages: Loyal, protective, great companions, encourage exercise.

Disadvantages: Require a lot of attention, training, and regular exercise. Some breeds are prone to health issues.

2. Cats

Cats are independent, low-maintenance pets that are perfect for smaller homes or apartments. They can be affectionate without being overly demanding and don't require the same level of attention as dogs.

Popular Breeds for Homes: British Shorthair, Siamese, Persian, and Maine Coon.

Behavior: Cats are curious, playful, and generally independent. While some cats are very affectionate, others may prefer solitude.

Weight: Typically between 8-15 lbs (3.5-7 kg).

Food: High-protein, grain-free dry or wet food is recommended. Cats are obligate carnivores, meaning their diet should primarily consist of meat.

Advantages: Low maintenance, independent, ideal for small spaces.

Disadvantages: Can be aloof, may scratch furniture, litter box cleaning is required.

3. Fish

For those looking for a low-maintenance and visually pleasing pet, fish are an excellent choice. A well-maintained aquarium can add beauty to any room, and fish are quiet, peaceful pets that require minimal interaction.

Popular Species for Homes: Betta Fish, Goldfish, Guppies, and Neon Tetras.

Behavior: Fish are calming to watch and can be mesmerizing with their graceful movements. However, they do not offer the same level of interaction as other pets.

Weight: Varies depending on the species, but most common household fish are small and lightweight.

Food: Specialized fish flakes, pellets, or frozen foods based on the species.

Advantages: Low maintenance, aesthetically pleasing, quiet.

Disadvantages: Require regular water changes and tank maintenance, no physical interaction.

4. Birds

Birds can be wonderful pets, especially for those who enjoy animals with personality and intelligence. Birds range from low-maintenance species like parakeets to more demanding species like parrots.

Popular Species for Homes: Budgies (Parakeets), Cockatiels, Lovebirds, and African Grey Parrots.

Behavior: Birds are social and often form strong bonds with their owners. Some species can even mimic human speech and sounds.

Weight: Varies by species; small birds like budgies weigh around 1 oz (28 g), while larger parrots can weigh up to 3.5 lbs (1.5 kg).

Food: A balanced diet of seeds, fruits, vegetables, and specialized pellets is necessary to keep birds healthy.

Advantages: Intelligent, interactive, can be trained to talk or perform tricks.

Disadvantages: Can be noisy, require social interaction, and may become destructive if bored.

5. Rabbits

Rabbits are great pets for families or individuals who want a soft, furry friend that is relatively low maintenance. They are quiet, social animals that can be litter-trained and kept indoors or outdoors.

Popular Breeds for Homes: Holland Lop, Netherland Dwarf, Lionhead, and Flemish Giant.

Behavior: Rabbits are social animals that enjoy being around people. They can be litter-trained and love to hop around in open spaces.

Weight: Depending on the breed, rabbits can weigh anywhere from 2 lbs (1 kg) to 15 lbs (7 kg).

Food: A diet consisting mainly of hay, fresh vegetables, and rabbit pellets.

Advantages: Quiet, can be litter-trained, good for small spaces.

Disadvantages: Require regular grooming, need space to roam, can chew on furniture.

How to Choose the Best Pet for Your Home

Choosing the best pet depends on several factors:

Time Commitment: Some pets, like dogs, require a significant amount of time for training, exercise, and attention. If you have a busy schedule, consider low-maintenance pets like fish or cats.

Living Space: Consider how much space you have. Larger animals like dogs and rabbits need more space to move around, while fish and small birds can thrive in smaller areas.

Allergies: If you or a family member has allergies, hypoallergenic pets such as certain dog breeds (like poodles) or hairless cats may be a better option.

Family Dynamics: Pets like dogs can be great companions for children, while smaller pets like fish or birds may be more suited to families with older children who understand how to handle animals gently.

Budget: Some pets require more financial investment than others, not only in terms of initial costs but also in terms of ongoing care, food, and veterinary expenses.

Experience: First-time pet owners may find it easier to start with low-maintenance pets like fish or small birds, while more experienced owners may opt for dogs or rabbits.

Final Thoughts

Owning a pet is a rewarding experience that comes with responsibilities. Whether you choose a loyal dog, an independent cat, a peaceful fish, a chatty bird, or a soft rabbit, ensure that you are prepared to meet their physical and emotional needs. Researching the specific requirements of each species and breed will help you make the best decision for your home and lifestyle.

FAQs

What is the best pet for first-time owners? Cats and fish are excellent choices for first-time owners due to their relatively low maintenance needs compared to dogs.

Are rabbits good pets for small apartments? Yes, rabbits can be kept in small apartments as long as they have space to hop around and plenty of enrichment to prevent boredom.

What is the most low-maintenance pet? Fish are considered one of the most low-maintenance pets, as they require little interaction and only need regular tank cleaning and feeding.

Do birds require a lot of attention? Some species of birds, like parrots, require a significant amount of social interaction and attention, while smaller birds like budgies are more independent.

Can dogs be left alone during the day? Some dog breeds can be left alone for a few hours, but most dogs require companionship and exercise throughout the day. Consider hiring a dog walker if you have a busy schedule.

#pets #my pets #cute animals #dogs #cats

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biteriskbunny · 5 months ago

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ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ Hello! I’m Killian. But you can call me K, Dahlia, or Angel. This is my Mind Palace Zoo, where all the critters and creatures and concepts that i identify myself as will reside. This is a sideblog! So likes and follows will come from my main @perditionanddiatribes

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ I’m simply nonhuman. I don’t have a label or anything. i haven’t looked into all the alterhuman identities or anything like that and i really don’t care enough to. please don’t try to label me. i am just an animal in my mind and i’d like to stay that way.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ Audhd, BPD, Bipolar, CPTSD, OCD, Anxiety, Depression. I’m also physically disabled.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ lesbian, two-spirit. I use any pronouns other than he/him. I enjoy neopronouns. i encourage the use of it/its please.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ Indigenous and Finnish.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ I’m 26 years old. My nonhumanity, neurodivergence, and trauma affect this too. i have an agere/petre sideblog as well.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ this space won’t inherently be nsfw OR sfw. it will just be critter oriented. there may be blood and violence. so anyone under 18 should interact with caution. minors can follow but i won’t be mutuals with anyone under 19.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ I am in a committed relationship with my girlfriend(mate). she is on tumblr but i won’t be tagging them here. She knows i am a bunch of creatures in a human trench coat.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔʕ•ᴥ•ʔʕ•ᴥ•ʔʕ•ᴥ•ʔʕ•ᴥ•ʔʕ•ᴥ•ʔʕ•ᴥ•ʔʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

There’s a 9 photo limit on mobile which is garbage. but. here’s a few specific photos of me.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ my list of critters in order so far:

- Fox. dark red/brown, fluffy.

- Clouded Leopard. light grey/white variant.

- Snow Leopard. dark grey variant.

- Timber Wolf. red variant. But Like,,,, A werewolf about it.

- Maned Wolf.

- Serval Cat.

- Tiger. South China subspecies.

- Domestic Short Hair Cat. havana brown color, fluffy.

- Ferret. champagne point variant.

- Dwarf Lop Rabbit. lilac calico coat.

- Borzoi. cream color, long coated.

- Shiba Inu. miniature, sesame coat variant.

- African Wild Dog. more spotted than striped, darker.

ʕʘ��ʘʔ a list of the creatures i am so far, in order:

- Werewolf. as previously stated, but several other variations.

- Dragon. East Asian type, no wings, furred as opposed to scaled, earth and air.

- Winged Creature. may be angelic, guardian type (?), no real physical attributes to name other than wings.

(・・;) list of concepts and things i am, in order:

- Love itself. like the full concept of love.

- Yearning itself. again, the entire concept of it.

- The Anti-Thesis of The Void. im everything im everywhere i’m so much i’m all of it.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ i’ll add more as they become apparent. but like. it’s a zoo up there.

💥 DNI 💥

- Zionists

- Terfs

- Zoos/Maps/Pedos

- self harm accounts

- anti age/petre

- i’m liberal with the block button. if you rub me the wrong way i won’t hesitate. don’t be a jerk. don’t be a creep. but freaks ARE welcome.

#k yips #intro post #nonhuman #alterhuman #kin

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sweetlilbird · 2 years ago

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if the skeletons could have a pet what animal/s would they pick?

(i'll leave it to you to decide whether the creature is within the realm of possibility for pet-ownership kjdfgkfdg)

Oooh, good question 👀

Undertale:

Sans: If it were possible, Sans would absolutely love to own a Red Panda. Despite their adorable faces and cuddly bodies, they actually don't like interaction with others, preferring solitude, which is something Sans could totally get behind.

Papyrus: Papyrus is a cat person all the way (as are most of the other Papyri). However, he specifically loves the Scottish Fold breed! He constantly fawns over their cute little ears and big eyes.

Underfell:

Red: Red actually isn't a huge pet person, he thinks they smell and he's not very good at taking care of himself, let alone another animal. Though, he does think about how funny it would be to own an African Grey bird and teach it a ton of swear words.

Edge: Probably the biggest cat guy out there! Doomfanger is a fan favorite for his pet, and while the breed of Doomfanger isn't necessarily canon...I see her as an all black Oriental Shorthair. Seriously, if Edge were a cat, that's what breed he'd be.

Underswap:

Blue: Blue loves dogs! His favorite breed is the Dalmatian, the signature dog of firehouses all around the country! He also loves Golden Retrievers.

Stretch: Stretch has an affinity for all things amphibious, especially frogs! He thinks they're so cute, and he'd love to own a bunch of Australian Green tree frogs some day.

Swapfell:

Indigo: He doesn't like pets at all; they smell, make messes that he'll have to clean because no one else will do it, and they cost a lot to care for properly. Though, he wouldn't mind having a Budgie or two, sitting on his shoulder as he works on paperwork.

Cash: Cash loves cats too, but he prefers the bigger cats! Lions, tigers (but not bears), and even bobcats! He really loves the snow leopard the most.

Fellswap:

Black: A Chihuahua. No, I will not elaborate.

Rus: Rus likes snakes, specifically Ball pythons! Their little tongues are so cute~ Rus also loves spiders of any kind!

Fellswap Gold:

Wine: He likes dogs, with a preference to the larger breeds. He's always wanted a Dobermann Pinscher, but he dislikes the practice of cropping ears and tails.

Coffee: The second biggest cat lover, right behind Edge. His favorite breeds are the Maine Coon and the Norwegian Forest cat, both majestic floofs in their own way!

Horrortale:

Bear: Bear is a big guy, so he's a little hesitant around smaller animals, but he loves all types of rodents! His favorites are Dumbo rats (those ears though!!!) and Capybaras.

Sugar: Despite being a cat guy, he can't handle the amount of hair they shed due to his allergies, but he likes the Sphynx breed! Sugar would make them little sweaters and hats to keep them warm.

Thank you for sending a question! This was a fun one to answer!

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#ask sweetlilbird #undertale headcanons #undertale #underfell #underswap #swapfell #fellswap #fellswap gold #horrortale #tw spiders #just in case!#sweetlilbird's friends

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hyperfixated-on-cod · 1 year ago

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✨HEADCANON✨

Topic: Pets

Characters: König, Ghost, Price, Soap

CW? Sfw

König

He has a dog. A big one. Not necessarily a German shepherd but like a Rottweiler and they’re a very nice doggo and sometimes König babysits Riley and the two dogs get along so good together 🥺

Simon “Ghost” Riley

He has a couple dogs, sometimes he and König meet up to take their dogs on walks together. He also always gave me pet snake vibes, but don’t ask me why bc idk

John Price

Person: “You should get a kitten.”

Price: “No, I don’t like cats.”

[later someone gifts him a kitten]

Price: “…. Fine.”

6 months later, they both have separation anxiety for each other and Price has a nanny cam set up (one of those ones you can talk into through an app on your phone) at his house so he can still interact with his cat while he’s away.

John “Soap” MacTavish

This man has an African Grey Parrot (they are incredibly smart animals) and it has a Scottish accent and he teaches it to insult Ghost (think Ghost and Soap’s normal dialogue from the game, but more chaotic bc Ghost hates arguing with a bird).

#cod headcanons #konig mw2 #simon ghost riley #captain john price #john soap mactavish #modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare

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birds-galore · 2 years ago

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Hi, I was wondering, what do birds do around your home and how do they interact with you? I feel like we know so much about other animals as pets but not birds.

This is a great question! I really wish more information about birds existed in the cultural ether, especially because so many birds are surrendered to rescues by people who didn't know what to expect. I am going to talk more generally about birds as pets, (long answer incoming), with specifics about my own birds at the end:

Birds are a very diverse group of pets. Unlike dogs and cats, pet birds comprise many different species (not breeds) that exhibit their own behaviors and personalities. This includes everything from pigeons to macaws to songbirds, originating from different regions all around the world. Alongside owning and fostering multiple bird species, I also write bios for my local rescue and create educational materials, so I know a lot about the daily challenges and joys of owning birds as companion animals. While it's true that no two dogs or cats are the same, it's even truer that no two birds are alike.

Based on my volunteer work and personal experience, here are the primary factors that influence daily life with a bird: species, tameness, flightedness, personality.

More info under the cut for those interested -- plus information about my life with personal and foster birds!

SPECIES: Some species, like finches, aren't super interactive or hands-on with humans. Other species are highly social and can become tightly bonded with owners. Cockatiels often bond with one person, for instance, and can be quite clingy. Some species, like Quakers, can be very territorial around their cage but are often friendly and goofy outside the cage. All species have their own unique vocalizations and body language. Birds like cockatoos and African Greys are talented talkers and can have a rich vocabulary. Other species (and female birds) are less likely to talk. Behavior, diet, and cage requirements vary drastically between species.

TAMENESS: This refers to how comfortable a bird is with human handling. Many birds we get at my rescue are not hand-tame, meaning they won't step up onto an outstretched hand and might even bite if threatened. We do rehabilitative fostering, which means we teach birds to trust human contact and companionship. Hand tame birds will step up and hang out with their owners. Some (but not all) will even request head scratches --though this also depends on personality. Trusting, trained, and hand-tamed birds can be taught tricks. Birds are very discerning animals, and they are picky about who they choose to trust. They are more likely to trust people who respect their boundaries and read their nonverbal cues.

FLIGHTEDNESS: This refers to whether a bird is a capable or active flyer. Not all birds are skilled at flying, or even want to fly. Some owners will clip feathers to prevent birds from flying, usually for safety reasons (though this is controversial practice among certain circles.) Flighted birds have more autonomy when outside the cage, exploring, stretching their wings, and perching in high up places. Even fully flighted birds in a bird-proofed home still need a cage to sleep in and feel secure.

PERSONALITY: Some birds are clowns, others are sassy. You get meek, brave, prissy, adventurous, gregarious, docile, reserved, etc... Bird personalities are every bit as complicated and diverse as human personalities. Some birds enjoy scratches and show affection by snuggling against their owner's neck, chin, or hands. Other birds don't want to be touched and will bite or hiss if provoked. Likewise, some will want to spend every waking moment with their owner, while others will be more independent. Birds are highly intelligent. They can learn to understand words, hand gestures, and environmental cues. As flock animals, they also have social and emotional intelligence.

Now that I've gotten the general facts out of the way, here are some details about my own feathered friends:

Pixel the cockatiel: She's the main bird on this blog, because she's also my most interactive companion. Pixel is a fully hand tame cockatiel, meaning she will step up onto my hand and hang out on my shoulder. She has a big flight cage full of colorful toys with confetti shredders and woodblocks for stimulation, plus rope boings, noisemakers, and popsicle sticks (she's spoiled). I buy her new toys often and cycle them so she won't get bored. I cover her cage at night to regulate her hormonal cycles and prevent egg laying (birds need about 10 hours of darkness every night.) I uncover her in the mornings and feed her breakfast (a mix of nutriberries and Zupreem pellets, supplemented with fresh veggies for lunch and dinner). Once she is finished, she will often fly to my head or shoulder and hang out with me while I work at my desk. She loves distracting me by chewing on my earrings, grabbing my pencils, and walking on my keyboard. Lately I've been letting her play with my grandmother's button collection. She will toss them around and make a mess! She also looooves head scratches and will gently peck my hand and bow her head to request more. She gets frustrated when I'm too preoccupied to give her attention. She takes naps in the late morning, sometimes on my lap or shoulder, and occasionally on the back of my desk chair.

On slower days, we have training sessions. I've taught her how to spread her wings, spin around, and wave her foot/make a little fist. Since Pixel is fully flighted, we also do flight training to ensure she remains healthy and coordinated. She will fly to my shoulder or hand from across the room. This kind of training is important in case Pixel somehow escapes outside, so she will know to fly back to me. I also plan on microchipping her soon.

Because birds are prey animals, they can get spooked easily. When Pixel is scared she will take off and fly around my house (this probably happens once a day, or a few times a week minimum). While she's a skilled flyer, this can be dangerous around mirrors and windows. She has several spots throughout the house where she knows to land, but it's important not to make sudden threatening movements or loud noises around birds to prevent them from getting spooked or losing trust.

When I'm away, I put on music for Pixel so she won't feel lonely -- usually a mixture of piano and birdsong, but sometimes aviary videos. When I get back home, she contact calls (AKA “screams”) because she wants to be with me. Contact calls are vocalizations that cockatiels make to locate flock members (AKA me). I let her out of her cage and she will ride around on my shoulder while I do chores or prepare food. We eat dinner together. She has a little stand with food dishes that I keep next to the table. I put her to bed around 7:30-8:00. When I climb into bed a few hours later, I will say “good night!” and she will answer with the softest, sweetest little “bweeep?” It melts my heart every time. Weekly, I will clean her cage and give her a spray bath, and every 3 or 4 months I take her to the vet for a nail trim.

She's quiet compared to some bird species, but she does squawk if I leave the room when she wants to be near me. I've also been socializing her with other people. When I first got her as a foster, she was terrified of my dad, the maintenance man, friends. But now she will perform tricks for my friends and family, and even step up on their shoulders if coaxed with treats. I've also traveled with her multiple times, both to the vet and on longer road trips. She's pretty adaptable and becoming better every day. She will climb into a bird backpack, and I have a smaller travel cage for her.

I had a childhood cockatiel named Kiiro, and I've been a bird-sitter for tiels at the rescue. They all have their own personalities and opinions. Some are more social with other birds, and some prefer human company. Pixel was my first foster bird and now she's an amazing family member. I'm so grateful that fate brought us together.

Jitterbug the canary: Jitterbug is the love of my life, and the first pet bird I got as an adult. I've had him for about 4 years now. He's a tiny, happy boy -- not hand tame. I don't let him out to fly, since he gets spooked easily and he's a clumsy flyer, but he lives in a HUGE bird mansion (even bigger than Pixel's cage) which I position next to a window. Male canaries are great singers. I usually don't cover him at night, so I wake up when he starts singing around 7:30/8:00am. His songs sound like laser beams. In the mornings I get him fresh food and water. I also clip spinach to the side of his cage which he eats with gusto. He takes little birdbaths throughout the day, splashing in his water dish. He likes watching videos, especially live birdfeeder webcams (I call them his "soap operas"). I put him to bed at sunset. He's super low maintenance and enjoys compliments.

Mr. Kazoo the zebra finch: My foster Mr. Kazoo is an elderly zebra finch, now partially hand tame. My routine with him is similar to Jitterbug, except I also give him a vitamin supplement in his water. He will hop onto my hand for millet, and he's vocally responsive to humans. If it were up to him, we would beep back-and-forth all day. He also builds tiny nests in a coconut hanging toy, using little sprigs of confetti and paper. The cutest little dude.

Parakeets (Bob and Helen): Throughout the spring and early summer, I fostered a pair of parakeets who had been found outdoors in a birdhouse. Most likely they had been released or abandoned by previous owners. These two were not hand tame, (they would bite when I tried to interact), but they were fully flighted and would zip together around my apartment. I gave them time to exercise outside of their cage a few times a week. They were a cute, chatty little couple. Much messier than any of my other birds though.

General notes on living with birds: It's easy to romanticize life with birds (it's really great), but I also want to note some of the quirks and inconveniences.

Molting is crazy. Be prepared to have feathers everywhere once or twice a year (depending on the species).

Seeds will be all over your floor. (I hope you like vacuuming).

Keep tissues or toilet paper handy for the poop. Most species will poop about every 20-30 minutes.

Birds can be loud. I have auditory sensitivity, but I've gotten used to them.

Avian vets are sometimes hard to find and expensive. Birds also hide illness, so you have to be attentive to catch health issues early.

Birds can live a looong time. Some species can live as long as us. Make sure you are financially and emotionally ready for the commitment.

Not all birds enjoy human company, and they do things on their own terms.

Birds like getting into trouble, chewing on things, stealing shiny objects, breaking necklaces, etc. Pixel once threw 3 consecutive pieces of jewelry into the sink drain while I was preparing for a formal event. Due to their intelligence, they will misbehave if they aren't getting enough attention or stimulation.

I know this was a long response, but I hope it was entertaining and clarifying! I wish information about daily life with birds were more readily available. It's a joy coexisting with them :)

#Ask #birblr

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edoro · 1 year ago

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my friend Jules found a kemonomimi picrew so i had to make The Polycule, of course

Jackson is a catgirlboy and full of mischief and bastard energy, once more ft Cheesecake the cat (who is actually a brown tabby but, alas...) there's an alternate version with big heart sunglasses but then you can't see his eyes, and i hate wasting it when the picrew lets me do heterochromia

i also enjoyed that this one let me do some self-harm looking scars, although a little sad i couldn't put them on the arm AND leg without doing like, massive full body scarring... oh well! Jackson and Laurence both have a lot of self-harm scars, although Laurence's are more hidden (primarily on his upper arms and chest)

Laurence of course is the ultimate dogboy, nothing much to say there

Emmy is a hot Demon Queen because that's what she would want, and it's also definitely a roleplay she and Laurence do (she for sure owns a headband with horns like that)

i couldn't decide what to do with Max for a bit but then my good buddy Dee suggested something like a crow and i went, oh, he'd make a GREAT parrot! flashy, talkative, smart, will go insane and die if he can't mess around and work off energy and have social interaction... the picrew didn't have great bird options but i tried to go for African grey parrot colors here

#jackson #laurence #emmy #max #<-blorbos from my brain #reference

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petsmania14 · 7 months ago

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best pets that show affection: A Comprehensive Guide

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Why Affectionate Pets Matter

Before we dive into our list of affectionate pets, let’s briefly touch upon why having an affectionate pet is so important. In a world where stress and anxiety seem to be ever-present, having a pet that exudes love and affection can provide immense therapeutic benefits. Affectionate pets offer:

1. Stress Relief

Studies have shown that spending time with an affectionate pet can lower cortisol levels, reducing stress and anxiety. The simple act of petting your furry friend can have a soothing effect on your nerves.

2. Companionship

Pets are wonderful companions. They offer unconditional love and are always there to lend a listening ear, making you feel less lonely, especially during times of solitude.

3. Improved Mental Health

The companionship of an affectionate pet can significantly improve your mental health. It can alleviate symptoms of depression and boost your overall mood and happiness. If you want to learn in details about best pets that show affection then simply click on it.

Now that we’ve established the importance of having an affectionate pet, let’s explore some of the best options to consider.

1. Labrador Retriever

Labrador Retrievers are renowned for their boundless affection and loyalty.They’re called “man’s best friend” for a reason, after all. Labradors are wonderful family pets since they are not only sociable and outgoing but also wonderfully gentle. Your heart will surely melt when you see their waving tails and beautiful eyes.

2. Golden Retriever

The Golden Retriever is another breed that excels in showing affection. They are known for their friendly disposition and warm-hearted nature. Golden Retrievers thrive on human interaction and are quick to shower their owners with love and attention.

3. Ragdoll Cat

Cats can be just as affectionate as dogs, and the Ragdoll Cat is a prime example of feline devotion. Ragdolls are known for their docile temperament and penchant for cuddling. They love being cradled in your arms, and their purring is a soothing melody.

4. Cavalier King Charles Spaniel

If you’re looking for a small breed that oozes affection, the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel fits the bill perfectly. These charming dogs are known for their sweet and gentle nature. They are always eager to please and enjoy being by your side.

5. African Grey Parrot

For those who prefer feathered companions, the African Grey Parrot is a highly affectionate choice. These intelligent birds form strong bonds with their owners and can mimic speech, creating a unique form of communication that fosters a deep connection.

6. Miniature Donkey

Yes, you read that correctly! Miniature donkeys are not only adorable but also surprisingly affectionate. They enjoy being petted and thrive on human interaction. These pint-sized equines are perfect for those seeking a unique and loving pet.

Tips for Nurturing Affection in Your Pet

Once you’ve chosen an affectionate pet that suits your lifestyle, it’s essential to foster and nurture that affection. Here are some tips to help you build a strong bond with your furry or feathered friend:

1. Spend Quality Time Together

Schedule daily interaction with your pet. Whether it’s playtime, cuddles, or a simple walk in the park, quality time strengthens your connection.

2. Positive Reinforcement

Use positive reinforcement techniques like treats and praise to reward your pet’s affectionate behavior. This encourages them to continue expressing love.

3. Consistent Routine

Pets thrive on routine. Establish a consistent schedule for feeding, grooming, and play to create a sense of security for your pet.

4. Patience and Understanding

Every pet is unique, and they may express affection differently. Be patient and understanding, allowing your pet to develop trust at their own pace.

best pets that show affection: Conclusion

In conclusion, the world is filled with affectionate pets waiting to bring joy and warmth into your life. From loyal Labradors to cuddly Ragdoll Cats and even miniature donkeys, there’s a perfect pet for everyone. Remember that the key to a loving and affectionate relationship with your pet lies in the time and effort you invest in nurturing that bond.

#pets #us #my pets #cute pets #pets care #funny pets #animals #advertising #artwork #1950s #kitty #petlovers #Prinnay #Reap and Chill #leopards #hunters #Artists on tumblr

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kennyparrots · 2 years ago

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Secrets About African Parrots

Those who enjoy keeping pets at home will find that the African parrot is a great choice with some interesting traits. The origin of these birds can be traced back to parts of the tropical forests of central and western Africa, where they are found in the form of two main subspecies. These include the Congo gray parrot and the Timneh gray parrot, which can be distinguished by their size and coloration. Congo is larger and has light gray plumage which is distinguished by its dark red tail feathers and black bill. However, the Timneh is relatively smaller with a charcoal gray body and hints of maroon and gray on its tail feathers.

Some Secrets About Gray Parrots

Most of these talking Grey parrots for sale enjoy eating fruit, berries, nuts, seeds, as well as seeds and vegetables. One of the secrets of African parrots is that they have good climbing skills. They climb the top branches of trees to collect various types of food. This species usually tends to nest in trees and palms, or in water areas such as rivers and islands. They have the unique ability to mimic the sounds of humans, birds and mammals including domestic animals such as owls, cats and other species.

On top of that, talking African Grays also possess the most amazing cognitive abilities, along with the ability to imitate sounds exactly as they hear them. You can even reproduce the sound of a ringing telephone, microwave oven, doorbell and other familiar sounds. They can learn repetitive tasks by associating them with some common phrases. They also tend to form strong bonds with their owners and often demand their attention as they get bored easily and show their boredom by plucking their fur.

The average lifespan of African parrots is around 40-60 years, and some of them even manage to live to be 75 years old. Most male birds are larger than female birds and you may notice some differences, such as a narrower head and thinner neck in the female.

You can find these African parrots for sale but they are not cheap and will cost you over a thousand dollars but it is definitely worth the investment to have such a pet. These intelligent creatures can help break up the boredom of the home and create a more welcoming and interactive environment. You can check out some of the best parrot breeders in your area who are breeding African parrots for sale. African parrots can be your best friend to spend free time with.

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gothamslostboy · 2 years ago

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Gotham Favorite Animals

Part One

Ivy Pepper

She doesn’t like animals (bc they survive off plants or others that eat plants)

If you forced her to pick one she would chose Bees bc they pollinate flowers

Selina Kyle

Let’s not pretend it’s anything other than cats

She tells people it’s black cats specifically

She’s a liar

It’s calico cats bc she likes how much variety their coats have

Bruce Wayne

He’s a basic bitch

Golden retrievers have so much energy and excitement that distracts him from his problems

When he was little he probably begged his parents for a dog

Fish Moony

I bet you thought I was gonna pick a species of fish huh?

You’re wrong it’s a black jaguar

from a far, their coats look solid black, cold and strong, hard and stoic

Up close you can see the patterns in the fur, like how once you get close to fish you get little glimpses of how she cares

Lee Tompkins

Porcupines!

They’re cute and cuddly but if you threaten them enough, you need to back off or seek medical attention

Barbra Keen

Praying mantis

Even though she doesn’t like bugs, there is an exception to every rule

Praying mantis ladies kill the men after mating, and she certainly tries!

Ed Nygma

He prides himself on his intelligence, so he needs an animal on the same level

Considering it can learn up to 200 words & gestures, African grey parrots obviously catch his attention

He also likes birds in general bc they can fly as a way to escape danger, an advantage not many other species have

Definitely not bc birds remind him of a certain ex mayor

Oswald Cobblepott

It used to be seals bc they’re a predator of penguins, and he was trying to get rid of the nickname

After learning to accept the nickname it changed

Surprise! It’s penguins

Victor Fries

Bc he survives only in the cold, I figured he’d pick something he has a chance of interaction with

His wife also had an impact, bc she was bright and playful before she got sick

An arctic fox reflects these traits, but it also can be fierce when hunting or threatened, like him

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thelostgirl21 · 6 months ago

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You've definitely hit on two things I absolutely adore: birds, and the way different people and cultures use language! 🥰

I actually tend to feel some kind of strong, natural kinship with birds, because I grew up without any human siblings in a house filled with budgies and lovebirds, now live with a green cheek conure (and also another human! 😆), and took lessons to become a certified parrot behaviorist a few years ago, with the goal of improving the interpecies communication skills of human beings when interacting with their parrot companions.

Cats make no sense to me, and I'm barely fluent in dogs (although I've been called the human embodiment or a Golden Retriever). But birds? Birds I get! 🦜🐦🤗❤️ Even when I get stumped by a species with their own extremely unique body language, they still tend to make some sense to me in my brain.

Actually, even parrots of different species gets stumped. If you're curious to see an African Grey and Indian Ringneck totally failing at understanding each other's body language, it's kind of hilarious. 😆

But, to go back to The Witcher, I remember finding it a bit odd that Jaskier would be called "The Sandpiper" when I first saw season 2.

All I knew about sandpipers, basically, was that they are rather cute little birds that you often see running fast fast fast fast - then stop - fast fast fast fast - then stop - on tall tiny legs when you're walking or hanging out at certain beaches.

But sandpipers aren't particularly reknowned for their singing, as far as I know...

Then, "Blood Origins" came out, and I could understand why Éile would have been nicknamed "The Lark", since larks are mainly known for two things: their melodious singing... and viciously attacking people (and also being the name of Montreal's football's team*, "Les Alouettes")!

*I'm referring to our American football team, not soccer/football.

So, I started wondering if there was any type of connection between larks and sandpipers...

I typed "lark sandpiper" in Google search engine, and it gave me the "sand lark" Merriam-Webster definition as the second entry.

I'd never taken the time to look into the sandpiper's actual behavior until today though... But yeah! I guess I could sort of see it! 😆. Not sure if those comparisons I found have anything with the reason they chose that name on the show, however.

Another theory I had, was that Jaskier being called "The Sandpiper" was a reference to "The Pied Piper", as Jaskier is smuggling people out of a city (like the "Pied Piper" managed to smuggle an entire group of children out of a city without being seen or caught).

I wonder if it's even been said where Jaskier becoming known as "The Sandpiper" on the show came from in interviews, and if I've somehow managed to miss it.

3x06 // the last wish // "extraordinary things"

#Jaskier #Bonjour! C'est toujours un plaisir de rencontrer d'autres membres de la francophonie internationale! 😘🤗❤️#No but seriously if anyone knows why they actually called Jaskier “The Sandpiper” on the show #I'd be so curious to find out!#My thoughts #Awesome other people's thoughts

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notyouhuh · 2 years ago

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Axon Infodump about herself

DNI:

Mias World fans (you can look at my posts related to them, but please don't talk to me, Mias World is extremely triggering to me because of the fans)

If you're sensitive to topics such as suicide, self-harm, blood, and torture (these and many others will be a recurring theme)

Pro-Shippers (this INCLUDES shipping abusive or toxic ships, "fixing" abusive or toxic relationships, and/or aging up a character)

If you ship Lychael, Kyer, Bipper, or Bakudeku (The first two are probably my biggest triggers, the latter half are just plain don't)

DO interact:

People who like reading AUs or crossovers!

People who love offensive humour!

People who love sheep and bats!

People who like variant humans!

And most importantly, MADDY YES MADDY PLEASE FEED ME ATTENTION

A little about me…

I'm a young writer who has a passion for rewriting stories in their image and completely changing the plot of them into a contorted mess of comedic-psychological dramas, and especially urban fantasy.

I hate getting into conflicts, so please do not come to me with the intent of pulling you out of one. I will, however, comfort you on the flip side, just please ask first!

I am extremely passionate about the art of character writing and design; I adore customising characters as much as possible. I will edit parts about my lifestyle just to further adjust to my work, including but not limited to keeping a dream journal to remember concepts from my sleep, donning the American, UK, and Icelandic keyboards on my phone for immersive writing, writing ballads and poems for just about any occasion, and designing outfits and drinks based upon various fictional characters.

To clarify, I try to keep a healthy bond with my writing.

I do not let fiction overwhelm reality, and I take the required breaks needed. I understand these characters are not real, but allow myself to fall into their shoes in the form of roleplay and longing daydreaming. I am cautious about my passion, and keep my real life separate from another that belongs to another world, permanently divided from this one.

I also have a fascination with psychology, and the wonders of the human brain. Though I particularly am fond of the works of trauma and stress response, I also enjoy the science behind mind works and pattern-solving, as well as the limits of human intelligence and instinct.

I'm a big fan of aesthetics; sleepycore, icepunk, ocean grunge, and dark academia are a few that come to mind. I love exploring the highs and lows of childhood, as well as the depths of winter, the ocean, and the educative-sense of libraries.

My favourite palettes consist of muted colours, greys, blues, purples, browns, and lowly saturated greens. I also like pastel colours, consisting of lavender, periwinkle, olives, and baby blues.

I'm also obsessed with dreams, adoring the concept of an ethereal realm just beyond our minds that we glimpse into, every single night. I have a talent for vivid, coherent dreams, and recurring characters stationed in them every night.

My favourite animals consist of bats, sheep, African wild dogs, bearded dragons, caribou, leafy seadragons, takins, and cats of any kind. I love zoology, and have a lot of interesting animal facts at my disposal.

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years ago

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Title: Healthy Competition***

Regé-Jean Page x Reader x Trevor Noah

Warning: Cursing. SMUT. Threesome. NSFW AT ALL. DP. Oral.

Words: 5k

Summary: Non-Covid world. End of Summary.

Note: I cannot be stopped. This is my first dip into either of these two on here. I tried to talk myself out of this, but I have no self-control. This is probably an acquired taste, but fuck it, I wrote this for my sanity.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy this.

If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG ❤️❤️

**Loosely Edited/Proofread**

**Slightly Interactive**

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“A toast to Regé, our good friend who we’re out celebrating tonight. Every guy should hide their girlfriends tonight because Mr. Steal your girl has arrived,” Trevor teased.

Regé snorted and dropped his head back, laughing at his friend of almost ten years. He was absolutely ridiculous.

“Mate, you think you’re hilarious, don’t you?”

Trevor shrugged, “I mean, I am the comedian here, so--.”

He shook his head. “You’re not a very good one,” he teased back.

“Well, your tastes are slightly askew than the rest of the world. You are British after all,” Trevor quipped, making him and their shared friends bust out laughing.

“Oh, shut up. You’re the only one who has a problem with me being British, though we all know my Zimbabwean side would outperform your watered-down South African any day. The ladies prefer full strength over all else,” he slid home.

Trevor laughed loudly, slinking to the side as he snickered. He knew he had him but knew Trevor would have some comeback. This was their usual banter.

“Why do I smell a wager coming on? I feel like you’re saying you can get any woman in here to choose you over me.”

He knocked back his drink with a smile. “Maybe I am saying it.”

He watched Trevor gulp down his drink as their friends looked at each other with a cautious eye.

“All right, enough. Y'all remember the last time this happened,” Adam interjected.

“The last time? How about every time,” Marcus added before he took a sip from his glass.

“Remember that girl in Brazil, that one we met on Ipanema Beach, she owned the beach shack,” Adam reminded.

He remembered, and a few seconds after he did, he saw when Trevor did. His snickers returned.

“There was nothing wrong there,” Trevor pointed out.

“Yeah, because you won, proceeded to rub it in all night.”

“You couldn’t even bother to close the door of the shack. You just wanted me to hear her,” he said, shaking his head as the memory washed over him.

They’d gone back and forth with her all night. Each of them laid their game out, charmed her, put in their best work. He went to grab them all another round of beers and came back, and her small shack was shaking as her moans filled the night sky. Trevor’s laugh brought him out of his thoughts, making him roll his eyes.

“See, that’s why we’re not doing this,” Marcus finished.

“You’re not still salty about that, Regé, are you?”

He shook his head and raised his hands. “Not at all. you win some, and lose some.”

“One day, the two of you are going to pull this on someone who will make you two the competition,” Adam professed, making he and Trevor laugh.

“It’s not like we swindle anyone, there is consent, and everyone knows what to expect and not expect,” he threw out as he stood.

“Where you going?”

“Refill,” he said, holding his glass up to show its empty state.

He walked out of their section of the VIP area toward the VIP bar slipping through the crowd, making sure to not bump into anyone. When he was mere steps from the bar, someone bumped him from behind, sending him lunging forward, knocking into the back of someone else. He heard a gasp and automatically thought he’d spilled someone’s drink. Sliding beside the stranger, he leaned closer.

“I’m so sorry.”

You turned to him, pulling an oversized candy cane from your mouth. Instantly his eyes dropped to your mouth and that candy cane that slowly revealed itself to be several inches long. When he clocked that it was about seven inches or so that you’d pulled out of your mouth, he lost every single thing he was thinking, even his bloody name.

“Mmm, almost went too far,” you said, with a smile before you put the tip of the candy cane into your mouth. He instantly wanted to put something too far.

He watched you raise your glass to your lips before you put it back to the bar’s surface, and in went the candy cane. He was speechless, and it was something that rarely happened.

“Uh—I’m—sorry.”

You smirked and swiveled the stool to face him again and perched the candy cane to the side of your plump painted lips, and spoke. “You said that already.”

The way the red, white, and green colors of the candy cane looked with your lipstick made him wonder how other things looked with it. Clearing his throat, he looked away to behind the bar where all the bottles of liquor rested. He wasn’t trying to decide on what he wanted to drink. He was trying to gain some composure.

He heard your snort beside him. “Cat got your tongue?”

He looked to you, zeroed in on your eyes, and rose a brow. “What’s got your tongue?”

You smiled slowly, then pulled out that damned candy cane making your lips make that juicy puckered kiss sound.

“This candy cane at the moment.”

You stared at him as if silently daring him to say something to it. He smiled and nodded his head. “You brought a candy cane to a club?”

“It came with the drink,” you said, bringing the confection to the red-tinted liquid before you.

He watched you stir the liquid and return the candy cane to its rightful place—against your tongue for you to lick it slowly. He didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him. It was a damn candy cane.

“What can I get you?”

Before he could speak, you did.

“You look like a fun guy no matter what that crisp accent says. May I?”

He studied you for a few moments, then shrugged before he motioned for you to go ahead. You trailed the candy cane along your bottom lip as you looked over the bottles that lined the wall. You looked like you were in deep thought, and he made a note of how adorable you looked with your perfectly crinkled eyebrows, pursed lips, and fist resting on your jaw.

“Okay, I just need to know two things,” you began.

He smirked and sat on the stool next to you. “And what is that?”

You turned to him again. The crossing of your legs brought his eyes down to see the tempting split in the dress you wore. The luster of your skin raised the temptation he was feeling. He imagined how his hand looked on your body. It was the wrong thought at the wrong time because it made it impossible for him to look into your eyes again. He did, though, and when he did, he saw the mischievous glint in your eyes. He knew then, you were dangerous.

“Your name and favorite color.”

“Why my favorite color?”

“If you tell me red, chances are you like strawberry undertones. If blue, maybe a blueberry or blackberry.”

“What if it’s orange?”

“Then we should end this conversation now and go our separate ways because no one can pull off orange anything.”

He snorted and laughed. He liked you.

“Safe to say red is yours?” he nodded to your drink as his clue.

“Wrong, but this is about you. So tell me.”

“Regé and grey.”

Your eyes widened. “Regé as in reggae music?”

He nodded but didn’t speak.

“Wow, nice. I thought it was something stuffy like Albert.”

“Just ’cause I’m British?”

You smiled and shrugged. “And your favorite color, Regé, is grey.” I’m tempted to say grey isn’t a color, but okay. He’ll have that fifty shades of grey cocktail you tried to give me earlier.”

“Uh-oh, something fruity, huh.”

“Let’s add an extra shot for Mr. adventurous,” you added.

Turning his attention to you, he licked his lips and watched you devour that candy cane.

“What’s your name?”

You smiled and pulled the candy out of your mouth. “Y/N.”

He held his hand out for yours and waited for you to take it. Once you did, he shook it, never taking his eyes off of yours.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

You didn’t speak for several moments, and he wondered if he should have kept that to himself.

“Yes,” you said.

“Yes? Yes, what?”

You sucked the candy cane back into your mouth and took a sip of your drink. “Yes, I’ll let you buy me another drink.”

Ten minutes came and went, then fifteen, and he was in no hurry to go back to his friends. Your conversation was entertaining and titillating. You held his attention easier than any other had. Not to mention everything you did had his heart pounding. Once you’d finished that damn candy cane, your glass was what brought his attention to your mouth. When the drinks were finished, his eyes roamed your exposed shoulders, cleavage, and thigh until his palms itched to touch.

“I see what’s been holding you hostage, over here.” Trevor’s hand rested on his shoulder as he stood to there to his left.

“Hostage? Hardly,” you responded with a smile.

“I’m Trevor,” he said, holding his hand out to you.

After a few seconds, you took it and let him shake it.

“Trev here is a good friend of mine,” he began before taking a sip of his third drink. “Meet Y/N.”

Trevor smiled again. “What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

He couldn’t help but smile. He knew the game had begun. However, he’d had a twenty-minute head start. He watched Trevor order you another drink before suggesting you moved from the bar to go back to their section. You didn’t answer right away, and he didn’t know what you’d decide.

“I’ll meet you there. I have to freshen up,” you said, pointing toward where the restrooms were.

He pointed to where their section was before you walked off.

“May the best African win,” Trevor said, holding out his hand, making him roll his.

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-Y/N-

You made sure to reapply your lipstick and rearrange your hair as you inspected your face. Pleased that your products were holding up, you stood there just staring at yourself, making a plan. They thought they were slick, you thought to yourself.

MSG Fifi: He looked hooked.

You smirked.

MSG: He’s hot.

MSG Fifi: So is his friend. What’s the plan?

You thought for a few moments because you hadn’t decided yet.

MSG: I’m going to go have a little fun. I’ll let you know.

You adjusted your dress then walked out of the bathroom. In the loud club again, you looked around, trying to remember when they’d pointed. You didn’t remember. Suddenly you felt a body behind you and a hand on your hip.

“Lost?”

The sexy British accent told you just who it was. Smiling, you bit your bottom lip, deciding you liked how he felt pressed up on you.

“What if I said I was?”

You could feel his breath at your ear and smell the hint of grape and vodka.

“I’ll find anything you want me to,” Regé groaned, making you tilt your head back to look at him over your shoulder.

“Anything?”

He smirked then licked his lips. “I’m not if not a gentleman. Anything, Y/N.”

The look in his eyes had you frozen in place, wishing he’d bring his large hand lower. You scoffed and got yourself under control

“Good to know,” you said before walking away, leaving him to follow behind you.

Once Regé led you to the VIP section, Trevor stood holding your drink to you. Having not been born yesterday, you asked a passing waitress for a fresh drink. Neither of them took offense. When you sat, you were in the middle of both men and able to appreciate the beauty that you both were. They could have passed for brothers, and when they assured you that they weren’t, you relaxed a little more.

After an hour, you’d learned quite a few things about both men. You leaned that while Regé had this overwhelming sensual vibing coming off him, he tended to hang back physically, but his eyes were all intensity, and you could tell he preferred words. When it came to Trevor, he approached things differently. He was a flirt through and through, and you could tell he preferred touch.

They were both like opposite sides of a coin, and you couldn’t decide which side you preferred. Some days called for heads and others tails. One thing was sure; they were both feeling you, and neither of them could hide it. It was in the way Trevor touched you with sly touches and in the way Regé reacted when you went close to him to whisper something or bit your bottom lip.

Two hours and countless drinks later, you still sat there with the two men, and you’d all but made up your mind. Regé leaned to you and whispered in your ear before he met your eyes. Nodding, you took his hand and let him lead you to the dance floor. Once you got to a semi-secluded spot, the song changed to Teyana Taylor’s new school version of Tell me what you Want, and you watched him bop to the beat while keeping on point. You were impressed.

Regé spun you around, so your back pressed to his chest and his hands wrapped around you. he smelled incredible, almost as incredible as he felt. That was when your movements synced together and slowed. You were now swaying from side to side. You began circling your hips against him and let him hold your hands in the air as you got into it. Regé came to your ear and whispered.

“Tell me what you want.”

Your panties were instantly wet. Fuck, you thought. In front of you, you watched Trevor approach the two of you. Once he was in front of you, the song changed again, and the slowest, sexiest tune came on. The lights in the club changed to a deeper hue of red. Trevor came so close that his face was just inches from yours. His hand wrapped around the small of your back, pulling you against him.

Goddamn, you thought as he moved your body how he wanted it. Your eyes met, and Trevor’s hand clasped your jaw in his large but soft hand. Slowly he slid his hand across your skin before you felt a hand on your hip spin you around. Your back was now pressed to Trevor’s chest while Regé was the one who was now inches from your lips.

The two men sandwiched you between them, each focusing on different parts of you. Trevor’s hand was wrapped around your abdomen, searing absentminded circles on the material of the dress you wore, while Regé’s was squeezing your hip, sinking in his fingertips, so they marked you. Trevor’s jaw pressed to your ear, which Regé’s was resting against your cheek on the other side of your face. You doubted anyone could tell where you began and either of them stopped. When you felt a pair of lips press against your right ear, your breath hitched in your throat.

Pulling back slightly, you gazed into Regé’s sultry almond-shaped eyes, and your hand balled the fabric of his shirt at his waist, hoping to control yourself.

“Tell me what you want,” Regé repeated.

Fuck it; you thought as you brought your lips to his kissing him with the scorching energy that was between the three of you. Regé delved his tongue into your mouth, wrapping it around yours, and it was then his hand slid lower on your hip and snaked back to your ass. As he cupped it, you released a moan unable to contain it any longer. When he sucked your tongue, you pulled back and nibbled his bottom lip. His moan caught you off guard and only fueled your steadily uncapping desire.

You felt Trevor behind you begin to pull away from you, no doubt feeling like the loser of their masculine competition of the night. That was when you pulled from Regé’s lips and pulled him back to close the space he’d created. You had both men’s undivided attention, and the power you felt was unmatched. Bringing your lips to Trevor’s, you kissed him with the same fire you had Regé seconds ago.

Again, you held control of this kiss. Trevor allowed you to decide just what you wanted to do, and it was probably going to be his downfall for the night. You bit his bottom lip, and his moan swam in your mouth, making you eat it like a succubus taking his life force. The decision was made.

You pulled away and found their eyes on you. Smirking, you turned with their hands in yours and led them through the crowd. You were thankful you’d decided on the club inside the hotel rather than the other one you and Fifi were thinking of. Once in the hotel’s lobby, you beelined it to the elevator bank and wondered if they were at this hotel too. As the elevator doors opened, you stepped on and waited for either of them to press a button. This was their turn to make a decision.

You pretended not to notice them give each other a look before Regé stepped forward and pressed nineteen. You smirked and rode up in silence. Interestingly enough, the elevator made no stops until it came to the nineteenth floor. You let them lead you, this time keeping a few feet behind them. You could feel their angst as they exchanged looks every few steps, no doubt trying to formulate a plan. It’s funny they still thought they were in control.

The two stopped at the door at the end of the hall then opened it. Regé was the one holding the door open, and Trevor stood on the other side, letting you walk in. You glanced at both men, smirked then walked inside. You walked toward the bar you saw in the corner, then took up two bottles before you continued walking through the suite. You knew the layout was similar to yours, so you just walked where you expected the bedroom to be.

Finding it easily, you walked in and found some music on the bedside table system, another easy feat thanks to apple music coming with every room. You pulled two chairs in front of the large window of the bedroom. You then walked to both of them and led them each to a seat.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

You smiled at Regé’s sweetness and went toward him to sit on his lap.

“Would you like me to leave?”

He shook his head.

“Then tell me what you want.”

His lip quirked up at the side. He had to remember his words to you a little while ago.

“Will you give it to me?”

You kissed him again. as soon as your lips touched, his hands were cupping your ass, pulling you closer onto his lap. You felt the strain of his manhood against his jeans, and the anticipation had your sex quivering. Groaning, you pulled away and walked to the window. You put the bottles you held on the floor and turned to them.

“Since you like competitions so much, the first one to move loses.”

Trevor and Regé looked at each other quizzically. They didn’t get it yet. You untied the neck of the dress and slowly brought the straps down, careful not to allow it to fall from your body yet. Though the light in the room was scarce, you could tell the desire in both men’s eyes. You walked to Regé then turned your back to him.

You swayed your hips from side to side to the rhythm of the music bringing yourself down to the floor before coming back up to bend in front of his face. Peeking behind you, Regé’s jaw was clenched so tightly that you thought it had to hurt. You stood and swayed again to the sounds of Sabrina Claudio. In no time, you were lost in the music bringing your hands to the back of your neck, letting the straps hang around your waist.

Turning to them, you heard both audibly exclaim.

“Fuck.”

The accents were entirely different but sexy nonetheless.

“Something wrong?”

You stood between Trevor’s legs, topless, and circled your hips while doing your best snake charmer dance. You deemed it was acceptable because neither of them gave any indication otherwise.

“You’re gorgeous,” Trevor whispered.

You could see his hands clenching the arm of the chair and wondered just how much control he had in him. You pushed the dress off your hips and stood there in your thong.

“Fucking hell,” Regé uttered when you turned your back to them. Using the strong knees you were blessed with, you brought yourself low and popped a baby twerk, not wanting to give either of them a heart attack. Every time you changed the direction of your hips, you looked over a shoulder to watch them watch you. They looked absolutely tortured.

You walked to Trevor and stood there but stared at Regé. You motioned for him to come to you, and in seconds, he was by your side. You kissed him, taking the time to tease him with each passing second while noting he was a great kisser.

“Lay right there,” you said, pointing to the spot between your feet. Regé obeyed, then you dipped down to your knees, your sex hovering over Regé’s mouth. You were about to speak, but shock cut you off.

Regé wrapped his arms around your hips where your thighs met them and buried his face between your legs.

“Oh fuck!”

That was not the end of your shock because seconds later, you felt a wet velvety tip brush against your lips. You opened your eyes and came face to face with the impressiveness that was Trevor’s dick. You opened your mouth to speak, but a sharp stab of pleasure between your legs prohibited it. Your mouth fell open, and Trevor pushed himself into your mouth.

You almost laughed. They were the dream tag team. The room quickly filled with moans and groans as you pleased Trevor and Regé pleased you. The way his tongue flicked against your clit was quickly bringing you closer and closer to your first orgasm of the night. You knew if they had anything to say about it, you’d have more.

“Shit, your mouth—it’s—incredible,” Trevor panted, rolling his head back.

Not relenting, you bobbed your head faster on Trevor’s cock, taking him as far as you could. He grabbed your head and held it in place, then fucked your mouth, making you gag every so often.

“Uuuug!”

When he released your head you continued the pace and moaned on his flesh from the pleasure Regé was giving you but also the pleasure you got from giving it to Trevor. When you felt gentle nibbles, you pulled back and gasped, then began using your hands.

“Oh, fuck, yes! Right there, mmmm!”

Regé sucked your clit into his mouth as he reached up to one of your breasts to pinch your nipple. Following suit, Trevor did the same to the other, and that pushed you over the edge. Your screech was loud as it filled the room and probably the hall outside. Bucking your hips against his mouth, you rode his face as it was meant to be ridden.

When you rolled off of Regé and collapsed to the floor, the men stood and surrounded you. Regé went to your head while Trevor between your legs. You watched him sheath himself with a condom before he met your eyes.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded before you reached to palm Regé’s pulsating and impressive member. As your mouth slid along Regé’s length, Trevor’s slid inside your heated core, stretching you deliciously before filling you perfectly with his thickness.

“Good god,” Trevor whispered, hovering over you to catch his breath.

“You’re so tight, Y/N,” Trevor moaned, beginning to circle his hips.

With a full mouth, you were unable to speak and instead used the pleasure you felt to return it tenfold to Regé. His head lulled back while his jaw dropped, and he grunted, sending the last few inches of his need into your throat. You fought your gag the best you could. Trevor then sped his thrusts. Each time he connected your bodies, your breasts swung, and your sex clenched around him, gripping him like a vise.

Soon your moans and mumbles made it almost impossible to properly enjoy what Regé had to offer, so your hands to make up for the job your mouth couldn’t do. Trevor’s thrusts got rougher, and in seconds you’d come for the second time. Using your feet to push him off, you stood and crawled onto the bed. While lying there, you watched both men slowly approach you. Regé was the one between your legs this time while Trevor was beside you.

Trevor wrapped his lips around a pert nipple, then sucked, licked, and nibbled it. As your mewls spilled from your lips, Regé still had yet to move an inch. He kneeled there, rubbing the tip of his cock across your soaking slit.

“You’re so wet. Show me, Y/N.”

You slinked your fingers between your legs and dipped one inside to show him the evidence of your overwhelming arousal. He smiled, then sucked your finger into his mouth before he thrust forward in one powerful move.

“Fuck!”

The men ravaged you, one with their mouth and the other with their skillful appendage. Where Trevor was girthy and nicely proportioned, Regé had been blessed with girth and an overabundance of length. It didn’t take much for you to come again and again and again. When you rolled onto Regé to take control, you took your time crippling Trevor as he stood in front of you.

The room was sweltering, and your bodies were slick with sweat, so every move the three of you made, the sound of bodies rubbing together echoed throughout. If it wasn’t the slickness of skin, it was the squelching of your wetness as they plowed into you or you rode them into oblivion.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The feel of both men nestled snugly in your tight trove was close to have to see stars. You crashed your lips to Regé, who was underneath you while Trevor was behind. He pumped more vigorously into you, making you pant and whine with each connection. Trevor, not being the one to be outdone, slammed into you, coaxing that spot in you that you knew would soon have you combust into a million specks of dust as you floated the galaxy.

“I’m coming,” Regé and Trevor both shouted as if competing for who could say it louder. You rocked your hips against Regé while slamming back onto Trevor. You intended to bring both men to their knees, but after a few movements, you realized that you’d come undone just as ferociously.

“Come for me, Y/N!”

Shivering, you tried to ignore the command as you repeated your actions over and over. Underneath you, Regé bit your nipple, and behind you, Trevor your shoulder. Either way, these men intended to sear their marks into your flesh. Something about that was so fucking hot. You sped your movements, and that was when your body shook.

“Fuck!”

Both men shook with you and released such loud grunts and groans that rivaled your own whining. Your orgasm was expected but what was not expected was how long it continued. After a minute, you were still coming with both men still trying to secure themselves as deeply into you as possible. Both thrust into you once more, and that was all you could handle before stars erupted behind your eyelids, making you clench around both of them.

Trevor and Regé gasped and hissed before the three of you dropped onto the bed. You were between them as all three of you tried to catch your breaths.

Your eyelids were heavy, your limbs tense, muscles tight, and between your legs sore. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to. So you didn’t.

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-The Next Morning-

When you opened your eyes, the sun had yet to rise from behind the high rise next to the hotel. It took several moments for your vision to return clearly. When it did, you looked around, recognizing you were not alone. You felt a body nestled to your back and one in front of you. You froze, not wanting to stir anyone awake. You didn’t want a whole morning after thing. This was not what this was. It took you some time to slither from the clutches of the gorgeous men you’d spent the night with.

Once free you stood there for a few moments and took them in. Trevor was on his side back to the window completely bare assed. It was a nice one too. His arm was thrown over his head leaving only part of his face visible. He looked adorable asleep. Regé was on his back, one arm over his head tucked underneath the pillow he rested his head-on. That was where your head had laid, right on his chest as if it belonged there.

You shook off any attachment that was trying to creep its way in. You didn’t often do things like this, matter of fact, this was downright as rare as a blue moon. However, you hated the cliché of women who got attached after clear one night stands. You never wanted to be one of them because you knew for a fact men always laughed at them. You wouldn’t be that cliché, you thought to yourself. You gave the men one last look, then turned to gather your things.

Once dressed and inside the elevator, you smiled to yourself. They really thought they picked you up when in fact, you’d heard their friendly competitive banter and decided a little fun was in order. Seeing how the night went, it was safe to say you were the real winner.

MSG Fifi: Everything okay?

You smiled to yourself.

MSG: Pussy put their ass to sleep. Call me, NyQuil.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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ZOMBIES: THE DISCRIMINATORY UNDEAD

The movie premiered early 2018 on Disney Channel

On February 16, 2018, Disney Channel premiered the sing and dance musical Zombies, which focuses on the integration of teenage zombies into the pastel perfect Seabrook High. Milo Manheim portrays Zed, a green-haired, grey-skinned zombie who wants nothing more than to be on Seabrook’s football team. His determined spirit is shared by Addison - a bubbly, cheerful girl whose main goal is to be on the Seabrook High cheer squad. Apparently the passion for extracurricular athletics is stronger than it lets on, because these two somehow fall in love. But the young romance is faced with problems - the main one being that zombies are hated and the town of Seabrook would never accept the dating duo. Despite the over-the-top dance numbers and Romeo-and-Juliet-esque love story, Zombies is nothing short of masterful in its depiction of segregation and intolerance in an ignorant community. This post will include the following:

An analysis of the town and social structure of Seabrook

An in-depth character study of Zed and Addison

An examination and explanation of the “physical villain”

Examination of certain song lyrics

SYMBOLISM IN THE TOWN OF SEABROOK

The town of Seabrook is sickeningly perfect. The color palette of pastel pinks, greens, blues and greys is shoved down the throat of the viewer to display the cohesiveness of the citizens. Such uniformity is instrumental in showing the shared ideals and viewpoints of the people of Seabrook - the coordinated appearance is more than physical. Overall, it is clear to younger viewers that the people of Seabrook firmly embrace sameness. On the outskirts lies “Zombietown”, the dark, gloomy community where the people of Seabrook have forced the creatures of difference to reside. The history is controversial - zombies were created in freak accident, changing regular citizens into flesh eating creatures of the night. It is not sure whether or not a war had ensued but it can assumed that altercations did occur - characters mentions that their grandfather’s ear was bitten off by a zombie and all zombies now have an unexplained fear of fire. While the body count is unknown, one thing is clear, zombies are feared and ostracized. This immense fear has caused institutionalized discrimination - zombies are regulated by the government and not allowed in public spaces. Such laws only hint at historical instances of racism and discrimination in the real world. In America, African-Americans faced heavy discrimination based on the unwarranted accusations of being savage, uncivilized, and undeserving. Similar to the zombies in Zombietown, laws were enforced that banned blacks from public spaces such as water fountains, schools and churches. When schools were finally desegregated, there was a large outcry from the white community, similar to the response of Seabrook citizens when zombie students are integrated into Seabrook High School. Once there, the zombie students are subjected to inferior classroom conditions and hate speech sprayed on the walls, just like black students who were allowed to attend majority-white institutions. But the similarities don't just apply to African Americans, Zombies are also comparable to Asian-Americans. A certain laws restricts zombies from owning pets out of fear that they will eat them - somewhat of an allegory to the racist stereotype of Asian-Americans consuming domestic animals such as dogs and cats. Zombies are also regulated by Z-Bands, an unremovable metal wrist band that delivers electromagnetic pulses that reduces their urge for brains. This draws unmistakable similarity to abusive tactics employed in gay conversion therapy. There are countless stories of those in conversion therapy who found themself with “an elastic band around the wrist” that delivered electric shocks in order to dissuade the individual’s desire for the same-sex (NCLRIGHTS.ORG). With the Z-Band, the amount of electromagnetic pulses can alter the creature entirely. Too much is a heavily painful experience, but allows them to appear “normal”, while too little causes them to return to their natural state as brain-eating animals. For the electric-shock wristband, it can be determined that a similar concept applies: too much would prove to be near fatal despite its probable effectiveness, and too little would cause the person to remain as they are - in an unnatural state.

So, behind it’s pleasing color aesthetic, Seabrook is nothing but a symbol of an ugly history of misunderstanding.

CHARACTER STUDIES

I. ZED

Milo Manheim plays the titular role of Zed, a teenage zombie

At a glance: The main zombie in the movie is Zed Necrodopolous (“necro” being an humorous hint towards zombies’ relations to bodies and death), a teenage boy who wastes no time giving us the breakdown of zombie life in Seabrook. Not only are zombies cast to live inside a barricade known as “Zombietown”, the creatures are also banned from owning pets, and must wear government-issued overalls and Z-Bands. Despite the setbacks, Zed has found a way to make the best of the situation. He customizes his overalls, downloads games on his Z-Band, and pretends to be a dog for his little sister, Zoey, who really wants one. This “roll-with-the-punches”, humble attitude is what makes Zed so likeable. And this is crucial to younger viewers who instantly need to see past Zed’s skin/hair color and existence as a zombie. His personality must shine through: he’s shown to be goofy, sweet, a fan of football, and a good brother and son. Exempt from greasy hair and bad acne, Zed is a normal teenage boy - but in order to deliver the metaphor for racism, the viewer must remember that simply because his skin is a pale grey and his hair is an electric green, he is not.

A human Zed takes Addison out for frozen yogurt

In relation to Addison: Many believe Zeddison’s first encounter to be in the Seabrook Zombie Safe Room when Addison reacts to Zed’s appearance as a zombie with fear and defensively punches him in the face. However, the couple’s first encounter happens long before - as soon as the movie’s first musical number (“My Year”) ends, Zed notices Addison and is instantly smitten. Perhaps this is why when he realizes it is her who has socked him in the face, he’s able to shrug it off. He doesn’t let his friends dissuade him from liking her either - he wants to believe she’s one of the better humans. While this hope is diminished when he finds Addison planning to egg his house for cheer initiation, it’s soon restored when she apologizes and invites him and his friends to the pep rally. There, he heroically catches a falling Addison after a cheer stunt gone wrong and in perfect Disney fashion, the romance is solidified as they gaze into one another’s eyes. After this incident, the two interact like a true couple, with Zed even taking Addison to Zombietown to see his way of life which she enthusiastically embraces (“BAMM!”). The night nearly ends with a Zeddison kiss, but is interrupted by the Zombie Patrol Squad, who intercept Addison. It seems to be the end for the pair - Addison’s parents insist of meeting their daughter’s mystery boy before she can engage in any more outside activities - but Zed’s smart thinking saves them. By upping the dosage from his Z-Band, Zed is able to appear human, a painful sacrifice he’s willing to make to save their relationship. However, the action deeply saddens Addison and she consistently reminds Zed that he doesn’t need to change - the institution does. Whenever Zed feels insecure about his status as a zombie, Addison is there to give him the confidence to be proud of himself. She’s a good fit for Zed, she wants truly wants the best for him and all of the zombies.

In his natural state, Zed is on the loose

Personal Sacrifice: Now Zed is not without fault. In fact, his main fault seems to be his overwhelming desire to be normal. He wants to be accepted and have a good high school experience. He has a lot to offer, but as a zombie is often turned away. This is perfectly illustrated through Zed’s struggles with the Seabrook football team. At the tryouts, he’s the only one to not make the team, on clear grounds that it is strictly because he’s a zombie. After a glitch with his Z-Band causes him to display his strength he’s allowed to walk-on, but will be kicked off unless the team wins. His best effort proves futile - in the first game, his team members play against him and make any type of winning outcome difficult. He’s purposely targeted and singled-out, made to wear a special jersey with no number, just the letter ‘Z’. At halftime, his coach orders him to use his Z-Band and Zed obliges, ignoring warnings from best friend Eliza about the dangers. With Zed’s zombie strength the team comes out on top with the first win for Seabrook football in a long time. Zed is now a force to be reckoned with and immediately uses this power to better the lives of zombie students at Seabrook. “No more classrooms in a dingy basement,” he tells the Principal, “and full integration for zombie students in the cafeteria.” And while the principal allows zombie students to sit in a corner of the cafeteria, she won’t see about better classroom conditions until Zed continues to win games. That’s right - Zed is carrying the burden of all zombie students at Seabrook on his back - or rather, in his Z-Band. He’s also getting what he desired - acceptance. As the football team deepens their winning streak, Zed is heartily embraced by Seabrook students. At one point, life is pretty dang good for the zombie boy. He’s the star of the football team, is dating a pretty cheerleader, and has gotten his friends involved in clubs of their interest at school. But just as quickly as it started, the good life comes crashing down. In the championship game, Zed’s Z-Band is hacked by mischievous cheerleaders, causing him to go full-zombie. His friends are hacked too and chaos ensues as people quickly flee for their lives in panic.

Zombie Patrol eventually captures and calms the creatures to the relief of the crowd who berate zombies, fueling the hatred that kept Zed’s kind out of public schools, off of football teams, and inside the barricade. It is here where Addison steps in and reprimands the townspeople for placing expectations of normalcy on Zed that caused him to endanger his life, rather than simply accept him for who he was.

Which brings us to our next character...

II. ADDISON

Meg Donnelly portrays Addison, Zed’s love interest in the movie

At a glance: If anyone in this movie is more than they appear, it’s Addison. As far as first impressions go, she’s off to an awful start - her peppiness is made obvious from the start as she performs a corny cheer about starting freshman year before “noticing” the viewer. It’s an instant thumbs down...until she reveals to the viewer a secret. In the perfect town of Seabrook, where anything different is discouraged, Addison wears a blonde wig to cover her real hair - an awfully layered, stark white mess. The viewer is left intrigued - this girl is obviously more than she appears. But Addison knows acceptance for her hair is a long way out. Her family is filled with success - her cousin Bucky is captain of the undefeated cheer team at Seabrook High, her father is chief of the police force (more specifically a subdivision dubbed “Zombie Patrol Squad”), and her mother is mayor of the town. To reveal her real hair would bring shame not only to her, but to her family, and destroy their positions of successful authority within the town. So she wears the blonde wig in compliance with Seabrook’s expectations, but deep down, Addison yearns for a change in the town social norms - a change that would allow people like her to be accepted as themselves. Perhaps this is why when zombies are integrated into Seabrook High, she is excited.

Addison worriedly asks Zed about his Z-Band during a timeout

In relation to Zed: Now, her first impression of Zed is surface-level: he’s a zombie and zombies are bad. A misunderstanding in a dark room causes Addison to punch the poor creature once the lights turn on and his true form is revealed, but she quickly apologizes after noticing how he is “not hideous.” If anything is surface-level, it would be that - feeling sorry for assaulting someone because of their attractiveness - but how else will younger viewers understand a crush? Sigh. Anyways, it’s fair to say Addison’s colorblindness towards Zed is what truly helps propel their romance forward throughout the movie. Before the physical assault, the two had held a conversation about their respective tryouts that day: football for Zed and cheer for Addison. As aforementioned, the passion for after-school athletics is a strong one, because Addison soon finds herself quite smitten for the tall zombie boy. Her goal is to make him and his kind feel accepted - she invites Zed and his friends to the school pep rallies, welcomes them to the cafeteria and apologizes for the actions of discrimination they face at the hands of Seabrook students. She knows things need to change and tries her best to do what she can, but it’s not until her relationship with Zed deepens that she grows angry at the institutionalized discrimination.

Donning her natural hair, Addison sings to the crowd with confidence

Personal Sacrifice: Addison likes Zed - she really likes him. She sees him as so much more than a zombie - he may not be a human, but he is definitely a being. She meets his friends and family, she goes to see his “side of the tracks”, she tries to learn his language, and she loudly cheers for him during football games. Despite how these actions may seem normal for someone in a relationship, they break all the rules she’s been told. But the rebellion of being with Zed is thrilling to her. She reveals her secret to him with ease, it helps him understand she wants a change not just for zombies, but herself too. However, Addison is soon forced to show that she is not just talk. When the hacking of his Z-Band causes Zed to return to his instincts, Addison abandons her wig to the repulsed townspeople and heavily reprimands them for their intolerance of difference. Her hair remains in its natural state for the rest of the movie, and her relationship with the zombies is stronger than ever - she is seemingly disowned by her parents following the discarding of her wig but she doesn’t care. By the end it is clear: Addison is ready to do what is right and will sacrifice all she has known because she loves Zed. Or more specifically, she “gar gar ga zas” him.

BUCKY, THE “PHYSICAL VILLAIN”

Trevor Tordjman portrays the egotistical male cheerleader

It is rare that a children’s movie does not have a villain. Kids are impressionable and “good” and “evil” must clearly be defined or seen. It is simply not enough to have the prejudice against zombies act as the the antagonist (despite being strong enough). That prejudice must take a physical form into something the viewers can see and blame. Thus, racism is embodied in a narcissistic cheerleader named Bucky.

Bucky taunts the new Zombie students through a fence

But Bucky is not allowed to be one-dimensional, which can only be appreciated by older viewers. He has a clear connection to our characters - a literal bloodline connection - being Addison’s older cousin. He knows her secret of wearing a wig, so one would assume he would despise the rules of perfection that keeps one his family members in hiding. Instead, Bucky fully embraces the social norms, and in turn, they embrace him.

Bucky is extremely popular, quite literally the face of Seabrook cheer, and thrives in the spotlight. He happily signs autographs for those who adore him and he is consistently accompanied by three cheerleaders (the Aceys) who are of his service. When zombies arrive at Seabrook, Bucky sees that his perfect world is under threat and thus uses his influence to spread hatred. He orders new cheerleaders to egg zombie houses in Zombietown, has cheerleaders perform with fire sticks to exploit zombies’ fear of fire, and removes anyone who embraces zombie culture off the squad. The thought of tolerating zombies is incomprehensible to Bucky, despite Addison’s persistent pleas that he try to embrace them.

In genuine confusion, Bucky listens to Addison defend cheering for Zed

Now, Bucky is smart and he is certainly not stupid. He’s on to his cousin’s crush for Zed, and does his best to put a stop to it. Now, THIS is where Bucky gets interesting because he wavers on behaving more like a bad ex-boyfriend than a concerned family member. He harshly removes Addison from her interactions with Zed and criticizes her for associating with zombies. One would think Bucky would pull out all the stops to end Zeddison, but unfortunately, the boy is too busy preparing for the cheer championship. Speaking of cheer, this is where viewers are really able to see Bucky’s bullying nature. His dislike is not solely for zombies, but a lack of perfection. During cheer tryouts, he is seen shoving those who are imperfect out of the way, as well as ripping the tryout numbers of those who make a mistake (“Fired Up”). He reluctantly allows Bree, a curvy African-American girl, on the cheer team at the insistence of Addison despite his initial argument of her clearly not looking the part he wants Seabrook cheer to put forward.

A determined Addison and a worried Bree at cheer tryouts

And if it isn’t lack of perfection, then it’s being upstaged that clearly drives Bucky to do bad. When it becomes clear that Zed has stolen Bucky’s adoring student audience, he sends the Aceys to sabotage him, leading to the Z-Band hack. The action ultimately backfires as a rogue Zed nearly kills him and Bucky is forced to face the monster he drew out. By the cheer championship, Bucky is in deep conflict. He still can’t swallow fully accepting zombies, but ultimately agrees to co-exist. This is a powerful message to convey, especially to young children. You don’t have to love everyone who’s different, but at the end of the day, they still deserve respect. Thus, Bucky as a physical villain is useful in pushing the racism agenda forward because as the personification of discrimination and hate, Bucky is able to show the problems that come with being completely one-minded.

Bucky angrily watches Zombie students sit in the cafeteria

SONG ANALYSIS

“My Year”

The opening number of the movie is bright and peppy, providing character introductions and coordinated dance numbers. A few key lyrics:

Lyrics:

“On this side we can all keep winning, if we just try to fit in” (Addison)

Interpretation:

On this side (Seabrook), trying to fit in and be perfect means success.

Lyrics:

“But, it ain’t so bad on this side of the tracks” (Zed)

Interpretation:

particularly impoverished (and usually dangerous or undesirable as a result). "Tracks" refers to railroad tracks, which are sometimes thought of as demarcating different economic areas of a town.

Lyrics:

“Yeah, you got a point, but today’s an improvement/ ‘Cause baby steps is still movement” (Zed)

Interpretation:

Zed adopts a MLK view, accepting the small victories for zombies while his friend Eliza is more Malcolm X, calling for radical action against the establishment

“Someday”

Someday is a duet in which Zed and Addison dream of a time where they will be allowed to openly be together. Key lyrics:

Lyrics:

“I know it might be crazy

But did you hear the story?” (Zed)

“I think I heard it vaguely

A girl and a zombie” (Addison)

Interpretation:

Zed and Addison jokingly pretend to be in the future, believing that their relationship goes down in history and is now a story that is told amongst everyone.

Lyrics:

“Ooh, I've got a feeling

If you get to know me” (Addison)

Interpretation:

While Zed sings of her perfection, Addison teasingly hints at being more than she appears

Lyrics:

“Someday

This could be, this could be ordinary” (Both)

Interpretation:

Someday,

A relationship like theirs would not turn heads and cause scrutiny

Lyrics:

“You and me side by side (yeah, yeah)

Out in the broad daylight” (Both)

Interpretation:

The two would be able to take their relationship public and not sneak around. Any discouragement will be met with confidence of them one day being accepted.

Lyrics:

“If different was a super power

We'd be so flawless” (Addison)

Interpretation:

The two know a relationship like theirs is different and breaks all kinds of rules. If being different was expected, then they’d be perfect.

“BAMM!”

In Zombietown, Addison is introduced to zombie culture through a hip-hop dance routine and song mainly delivered by Zed.

Lyrics:

“We're the same, but different

Just like you, I got hopes and wishes

Itchin' to show the world what they're missing” (Zed)

Interpretation:

Zed wishes for the humans to see that they are more similar to zombies than they think. Zombies have goals and desires, and Zed wants to show humans what they are missing out on.

“Stand”

Following the arrest of Zed and his friends, Addison internally processes the conflict of doing what is right and going against everything she knows.

Lyrics:

“No some things are different than we thought

There's more to life than what we're taught” (Addison)

Interpretation:

Addison knows the ideology of Seabrook is problematic and wrong. She knows it is beneficial to embrace new ways of life and cultures.

Lyrics:

“How can I just forget all the things in my head?

Just stand, oh, you just stand

And if I stand, will I fall?

Trying to knock down these walls

What if I don't know where I stand?” (Addison and Bucky)

Interpretation:

Internally conflicted on whether or not to stand tall and speak in support of zombies, Bucky sings about going against what he knows and the risks that come with it. Addison encourages him to take the leap, but in the end, Bucky decides he is undecided on the matter.

CONCLUSION

With the barrier broken down, Zed and Addison happily embrace

In conclusion, Zombies is one of the decade’s best allegories of racism through its expert portrayal of interracial relationships, institutionalized discrimination, and the danger of groupthink. To some it may appear as nothing but a love story, and to others, just another Disney musical, but it is nothing but an example of how to simplify and personify controversial themes and explain them to younger viewers in a skilled manner. When compared to the catalogue of other Disney Channel Original Movies, Zombies stands out. We need more movies like this one - it would be impertinent to deprive the upcoming youth of themes that are prevalent in life. Zombies is set apart because its “good vs. evil” applies to real-world problems, oppression and racism - and is not just cut and dry “good vs. evil”.

Because, let’s be honest, rarely are people evil for no reason. There is always an underlying motivation and in the history of humanity we have seen that the stem of most evil has come from fear - a theme that Zombies shows perfectly.

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Ok, so, originally this was gonna just be a million fuckin questions, and it'll prooooobably turn into one of those question chains from several months ago. BUT to start I think I can do just like, three. First, tell me ALL about the area in Norway where Jelani was growin up, absolutely anything and everything you can think of about it. Secondly, tell me ALL about babby Jelani! Again just anything and everything you can think of! Lastly, how exactly do those magic weapons work? :o Like, once they're made can anyone grab them? Can he only have one at a time? Stuff like that! Basically just use this as a chance to talk about all those things! :3

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So Jelani was born and raised near what is known as Hammerfest today (woohoo subarctic climate!). Honestly he’s been everywhere and just about seen everything but nothing compares to when he was growing up in that area and watching the Aurora Borealis with family and friends in a comfortable silence while just taking it all in, ya know? Being born in 870 CE meant there was no light pollution so every night the sky always lit up and the stars were so shiny and there were millions and millions of them which was absolutely insane to see and had a lot of significance because of his mom’s culture and their relationship to the stars.

They were close to the coast so there was a lot of fishing and sailing. He was also partial to that area because it was close to the sea and close enough to the mountains where it felt like a happy in between. He’s not a fan of being too far from some source of water. That place was perfect as he could see all kinds of sea dwelling animals like whales and seals, squids though he’s not a fan, he’s kind of scared of squid especially the really big ones he saw every once in a while. He especially liked puffins as a kid since he thought they were kinda silly. Inland he saw his fair share of reindeer, foxes, bears, wolves and otters which he completely fell in love with and still loves as an adult. Show him pictures or videos of otters and he’ll melt, if he sees one irl he’ll practically die from the amount of cute. There were also the more supernatural creatures though he mostly grew up around a lot of werewolves.

Oh! And sure, he’s not a big fan of the sun but even he has to admit that the midnight sun is pretty impressive and beautiful in its own right. It was gorgeous to see it and he did enjoy walking around in the middle of the night and still see the sun out.

Also, despite the location, he was exposed to a lot of different people as the village was flagged as a safe area which saw a ton of traders and all were welcome regardless of who you were or if you were human or non-human. He saw everything and interacted with all sorts of people from the local Sámi People, Middle Eastern, Asian and even other African people. And after his mom found out her family were still alive and well they’d also visit each other when they could. Honestly, his upbringing was kinda fairy tale like.

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qasdxcfgbhn well, Jela as a little kid was always hanging around his parents, grandparents and especially his brother. Since Loke’s 13 years older than him Loke often watched him and played with him a lot, he wasn’t even asked to he just did it because baby brother. Like the instant Lo first saw him it was like love at first sight type of shit. He learned to speak clearly very early on which surprised everyone at how clear and structured his speech was for a kid so young and then they learned he was a very fast learner and really smart and was always curious and asking tons of questions.

Even since he was little he really loved animals so he was always seen chasing after them or somehow petting them and playing with them. Learned to ride and care for horses pretty fast and when he got his own it was like fireworks went off in his head. Even in present day he sees a horse and it’s like instant childhood memories flooding him. Btw his first horse was a mare he named Dagny, just like his ball python in modern times lol, it was a Fjord with a grey coat and a two tone mane and he loved her to bits. Aside from that there was the family dog named River because she loved to swim. He also liked cats but they didn’t have a cat because Loke was scared of them and Sanaa (for different reasons related to another creature) wasn’t fond of them. They don’t hate cats but they’d rather just keep ‘em at arm’s length.

Then teen Jelani who was...I don’t wanna use the word difficult because he wasn’t but let’s just say different for lack of a better word. It was around this time that he was realizing he wasn’t like his family and it actually hurt ‘im a lot. Especially since his mom was an arcane berserker and it was like a huge deal so they all thought he was gonna be one too. So in come the feelings of alienation and the doubts and the semi angst and the moodiness. He was never disrespectful to anyone but he was often moody and often felt down. Around this time he was also learning he had some unique abilities of his own that no one else had and since no one else had them he learned to control them but not without incidents. Not to mention that since he was very little he could see and hear and talk to things that no one else could really see. Some were friendly and others weren’t. Mix in the regular hormonal shit teenagers go through during puberty and it made for a bit of a mess. This kind of “weakened” him and his old self (which he nor anyone else knew of) was starting to rear in and it was kind of scary. He was actually fluctuating between his old personality which was chaotic af and his present self and both seemed to clash a lot. Once this started happening the migraine attacks and the nosebleeds began as well as the sleep paralysis, night terrors, insomnia and the nyctophobia and they all seemed to hit him really hard and suddenly. So all of that mixed in made the ages of 13 through 17 really, really fucking messy.

But family and friends were with him through it all and at 17 and a half he chilled out and learned to control himself and managed to suppress his old self. He’d learned to use and handle his abilities responsibly, still felt a little out of place but his family was sure to always let ‘im know they loved him no matter what and his grandfather especially let him know that his differences weren’t a bad thing and that they made ‘im special. By 18 he was back to his cheerful old self though sometimes he still felt bad about being different but didn’t let it get him down. However, he now had to cope with migraine attacks, night terrors, nyctophobia, random nosebleeds, insomnia and sleep paralysis which he still has even in present day.

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Okay so berserkers are non-humans that have the ability to summon powerful weapons and very sturdy armor from nothing thin air. The armor can take a beating but if they get targeted by a barrage of attacks the armor can break and they’d have to summon the armor again but there’s a cool down of about half an hour so it’s better to hang on to the armor even if broken or get your ass to safety. The weapons don’t break though. Oh and if an armor broke and they summon it again it’ll show up as good as new. Berserkers can summon up to two different weapons so which ones they summon depends on the person’s taste and comfort level.

These weapons can be summoned and dematerialized at will and have no cool down. Anyone can grab them if the berserker it belongs to doesn’t mind though why would a berserker use another one’s weapon unless they wanna be offensive and kill ‘em with their own weapon? It’s not offensive, more like yikes.

Now, since Jelani isn’t a berserker he managed to figure out a way to mimic berserkers’ ability to summon a weapon from thin air though unlike grown up berserkers he isn’t limited to just two types of weapons. For example Loke is able to summon a two headed axe and a bow, nothing more nothing less. Jelani can summon whatever he wants as he can manipulate the shape. His mom’s tribe are partial to glaives so he mainly uses a glaive. His weapons however are made of an unknown material that’s insanely hard and impossible to even crack. His weapons can’t be wielded by anyone other than himself bc as soon as someone else touches them they dematrerialize. It also looks weird, like it’s so dark it swallows all light and no light bounces off of it. He can’t summon armor though so that’s where the blacksmith comes in. His uncle Jørgen made his look like his dad’s and his mom’s.

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