#and he died a horrific death

[salemelas]

colored a rough sketch i did during session wherein vesper learned his best friend died a brutal death

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[why-animals-do-the-thing]

The Bronx Zoo has just released Flaco's necropsy results.

He was not thriving, as the people championing the ideal of "freedom" claimed.

He was poisoned.

He was sick.

He was suffering.

"Freedom" would have eventually killed him. A building just happened to do it first.

"Postmortem testing has been completed for Flaco, the Eurasian eagle owl that was found down in the courtyard of a Manhattan building a little over a year after his enclosure at the Central Park Zoo was vandalized on February 2, 2023. Onlookers reported that Flaco had flown into a building on the Upper West Side of Manhattan on February 23, 2024, and acute trauma was found at necropsy. Bronx Zoo veterinary pathologists determined that in addition to the traumatic injuries, Flaco had two significant underlying conditions. He had a severe pigeon herpesvirus from eating feral pigeons that had become part of his diet, and exposure to four different anticoagulant rodenticides that are commonly used for rat control in New York City. These factors would have been debilitating and ultimately fatal, even without a traumatic injury, and may have predisposed him to flying into or falling from the building. The identified herpesvirus can be carried by healthy pigeons but may cause fatal disease in birds of prey including owls infected by eating pigeons. This virus has been previously found in New York City pigeons and owls. In Flaco’s case, the viral infection caused severe tissue damage and inflammation in many organs, including the spleen, liver, gastrointestinal tract, bone marrow, and brain.   No other contributing factors were identified through the extensive testing that was performed. Flaco’s severe illness and death are ultimately attributed to a combination of factors—infectious disease, toxin exposures, and traumatic injuries—that underscore the hazards faced by wild birds, especially in an urban setting."

The naturalistic fallacy kills animals in horrible ways. The romanticism of what humans want to think of as a "free, wild, pure life" cannot be allowed supplant the reality of injury, sickness, and death. Releasing captive animals (or keeping them from being recaptured) because it's "better" for them to suffer untethered than live a healthy, safe, captive life is inhumane and horrific.

Flaco's life didn't have to end in pain, sickness, and suffering.

Flaco's death didn't have to be tragic.

But once the idea of "freedom" entered the chat, Flaco's fate was unavoidable.

[unavailableapple]

I think I shoot be allowed to shoot my uncle.

Since birth he’s told me what a “dumb fuckin retard female” I am. He gave me lingerie as a birthday present when I turned 13. He told my mom not to show me “feminazi movies” like Frozen and Brave. He taught his son to lift up my shirts and skirts starting when I was 10 (and my cousin was 4) because he thought it was funny. He taught my cousin to grope me (starting when I was 8 and my cousin was 2) because he thought it was funny. My cousin only stopped doing these things recently because he realized it’s fucking weird. I can see the disgust in my uncle’s face every second he talks to me because he’s a lonely old man with an ex-wife who makes double his salary and a teenaged son who hates him and I’m a twenty year old lesbian who dates and has sex with significantly more women than him on a regular basis. And I think I should be able to kill him, for this and all the other things he’s done! And not just to me, the abuse he put his ex-wife through as well! I literally, as a 6 year old, begged her not to marry him even though it was the first time I’d ever met her because I knew him and I didn’t know her but I knew even the worst woman doesn’t deserve to be with him.

So, submitted for approval of the council, I would like permission to shoot him dead because he deserves it :]

[throwawayasoiafaccount]

I’m always a bit taken aback by these posts because I never see a ‘#f u Tywin’ or a ‘#Gregor and Lorch belong in hell’ in the tags, but these posts never fail to include a ‘#Rhaegar (insert vague threat here)’

This kind of stuff is so genuinely insane to me because we still do not know what Rhaegar was doing nor do we know what his plans were. We do not have his POV to know his thoughts, which means we know very little about him, but I do know that he did not kill Elia or his children. I do know that he did not order anyone to kill his family. I do know that he never sacked Kings Landing. I do know that he died before these murders and the sacking even took place. I do know that it was Aerys who prevented Elia and her children from fleeing Kings Landing. And I do know that he didn’t look at his children’s dead bodies and call them dragonspawn.

Rhaegar gets more heat than Elia and her children’s actual killers and their captor. In my opinion, that is insanity.

Because if people actually cared about Elia and her children, then there would be way more heat for Tywin and Aerys, for Gregor and Lorch. But instead, I see posts like this all the time in both Rhaegar’s tag and the main tags, and yet these posts never mention anything about the character who ordered the deaths of Elia and her children. I see nothing about the character who raped her and brutally killed her and her son. There is nothing about the character who dragged a little girl out from under her father’s bed and murdered her in a horrific manner. And the fact that there is heat for Rhaegar instead of Aerys and Robert tells me everything I need to know and leads to me not taking posts like this seriously.

cause wth

[thewingedwolf]

luther: the golden child

diego: the mastermind

allison: the peace keeper

klaus: the clown / mascot

five: the rebel / truth teller

ben: the lost child

viktor: the scapegoat

is this something i think this is something

[the-ellia-west]

Interrupting my Self-imposed Hiatus to say:

I will be back occasionally to check in (Definitely back for Thanksgiving, and I will update you on my status then)

And Also I think I finally figured out what I want my slice of life comic to be >:]

Read on if you Dare

The Epic Saga of Ruby & Florian ~ This is a fantasy joke story my sister and I made up about our Fish if they were Characters, and I cannot stop thinking about how funny it is, because with every new fish we get, there is more lore

Current Characters:

King/Emperor Ruby - He was gifted the secret to immortality (this is an inside joke) and is very regal and level-headed

Prince Florian - Ruby's younger brother (Also Immortal) but is cursed with a decaying body and a sassy reflection

Jasper - An Ambassador who is Extremely Feisty and quite Angry

D'ivoire - The Little Servant boy running around the castle trying to clean everything

Mr. Slug - The Creepy Butler who's been around since Florian was little and somehow hasn't died yet (they think he got into the immortality juice) - He's also always trying to kill Jasper for no Reason

Midnight - The Murderous Noblewoman sent to kill Florian

Mari - A kitchen Maid who Ruby has a special kindness for

I must now design them based off their fish counterparts...

Should I make this a mermaid thing because all of these characters are technically fish?

Hm......

I don't think I should, because this comic is practice, and I need to learn to draw legs...

(BTW We're not talking about Mr. Slug, I named him, and his full name is Mr. Margarine Slug West - He has tried to eat Jasper SEVERAL times and Jasper is not having his BS) - We're talking about the fish here just to be clear

[williamemmerson]

will never understand why so many people like William Easton from Saw VI, so often I see people say things like "he seemed to genuinely change from his game! He's sorry for what he did!" like yeah I bet the families of the people who died because he denied them health coverage are pretty sorry too

[charlottedabookworm]

#25 - Perpetuity

feat Nadir

i headcanon that the dragons sorta exist a little bit out of time so it's not like they remember the future nadir is from but they have a knowing yknow? they can feel it

anyway genuinely not sure if this makes sense but i've gotta start getting ready for work so it is what it is

direct continuation from #11 - Surrogate

“Speak, mortal, and I shall listen.”

All words flee from his mind in an instant; he does not know what to say. Nadir had assumed-

Master Vrtra had known of his mission. Varshahn had known him, his gaze piercing and familiar as he found him on the beaches outside of his home. “Mine father yet sleeps,” his Satrap’s vessel had said, utterly still as he had watched him. “If thou can awaken him, thou shalt have his aid.”

“I wish thee luck, Nadir bin Pashe,” Varshahn had murmured before vanishing, gone in an instant, leaving only a scale where he had once stood.

The same scale that hangs at Nadir’s neck. The very reason why he had assumed that the Great Wyrm would-

“Speak, mortal.”

“My apologies, I-” Where should he even begin? Where did it all-? Oh. “The stars fell from the skies.”

The Great Wyrm Midgardsormr simply stares down at him, unmoving.

Nadir swallows. “The stars fell from the skies,” he says again, slowly. Even now, he can see it; streaks of light dancing across the skies. It was beautiful, until it was not. “The stars fell and our people- already were we struggling, after the Calamity. Our fields lay fallow, our livestock dying, and then- we do not know how it begun but our people-”

He can hear them screaming. He can hear their bones breaking, their skin tearing, the rush of blood as they changed-

“They changed,” Nadir says quietly, steadily, distantly. “They- transformed.” Their bodies twisting, their aether roiling dark and angry, terror and despair and- “They became monsters. Blasphemies. One after another after another, all of them, creatures and people all falling one by one to despair.”

Midgardsormr, sire of the First Brood, oldest of the Great Wyrms, blinks slowly. “Despair,” the ancient being rumbles. It is not a question.

“Our people burned, Master Midgardsormr, and Master Vrtra- this was the only path he saw forward. I swore to protect our people, to complete the last mission he gave of me. And so I beg of you, please, tell me how I may prevent this from happening once more.”

“Thou dost carry the scent of a Calamity yet come,” the Great Wyrm says. “My people have heard the song, yet not the song that was once sung. Seven children did I sire; one who hath singeth of retribution, while my youngest now singeth of hope.”

Air buffets around him, burning against his robes and skin as the Great Wyrm exhales.

Nadir does not dare to flinch.

Midgardsormr’s head lowers, until the Great Wyrm’s eyes are level with his head. The gaze is piercing and heavy and familiar. “Thou art loyal to mine child, mortal, to stand here even now. Dragons do not forget. Mine child asks for mine aid and so shalt he have it. I rise to join him in chorus.”

In his hand, the scale warms.

He breathes. The screams of his people quiet and the weight upon his shoulders lightens.

“Despair,” Master Midgardsormr says once more, gaze distant and unfocused.

Dragons do not forget, the Great Wyrm said. Nadir wonders what it is that the ancient being before him remembers.

He wonders if it is similar to the horrors that haunt his own mind.

[tovaicas]

my real favourite character is Nidhogg, I’m only obsessed with Estinien bc he’s a hangers-on /jokes

[does-not-have-milk]

The guard looked shocked and slightly outraged. “Sire, you— it's been two weeks,” He said. “There's been a non-stop manhunt for you.”

The crown prince hummed noncommittally, holding a black rock so it caught the sunlight streaming in from the stained glass windows. “Has there?” He didn't seem to care much. “I hadn't noticed.”

The guard looked around at the shop. It obviously belonged to dwarves, if the burlap sacks of jagged rocks and the mining equipment were any indication. “Have you been here this whole time?” He asked. They'd been up and down every street in the kingdom several times.

The prince only hummed.

“How did we not find you?”

The prince shrugged, picking up a hammer and placing the rock on the table carefully. “You're idiots?”

Obsessed with the royal families before the Happy Fairy Glitter Rainbow Barf Era (The Golden Age) royals. Like, if Chris Colfer isn't going to worldbuild then I'll do it for him.

[dullahandyke]

Sidenote I was never her biggest fan but whenever I see someone talk abt dahlia hawthorne as if she's some evil seductress who breaks hearts for fun I feel the intense urge to hit them with hammers. Fucker can you read????

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

All the movie directors prior to January of 2017 really said “Hurt; no comfort,” huh?

[swdgf]

certain qidian authors shld start a side hustle writing dnmei actually 🙂‍↕️

[frmulcahy]

Reading about just how awful Oscar Wilde’s death was kinda fucked me up ngl

[down-thedrain]

"cesar doesnt have any canon character traits how can he be your favorite" THEY HAVE CHARACTER IN THE MARGINS OF THE STORY-ITIS OKAY. OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sureuncertainty]

one more episode to go of fall of the house of usher but i can't watch it until monday aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa