#captivating siamese

[pnfc]

beautiful leucistic plat filmed in nsw late last year

[reasonsforhope]

"In Cambodia, 60 eggs were found in the nest of one of the world’s most endangered large reptiles, which after hatching set a new record for an international conservation effort to save them.

It was believed the Siamese crocodile, with the distinctive bony crest running down its skull, was extinct in the wild until it was rediscovered in 2000. Almost all of the 400 animals remaining live in Cambodia.

A network of private-public partnerships have been organizing conservation measures to protect the species, including captive breeding and reintroduction programs, and village patrols to ensure their nests and habitat are not tampered with.

In May [2024], locals in the Cardamom Mountains found a nesting site in an area that crocodiles hadn’t been released, suggesting they are expanding and breeding under their own powers: a tremendous sign for the species’ recovery.

“The hatching of 60 new crocodiles is a tremendous boost,” said Pablo Sinovas, who leads the Cambodia programme of conservation group Fauna & Flora International, which has been running a captive breeding program since 2012.

They’ve successfully reintroduced 196 crocs back into the wild, and it was they who deployed a team of conservationists to the nest site found in May for round-the-clock care and observation until every last one of the 60 eggs hatched, bringing their precious cargo into the world.

Generally speaking for crocodile species, the mothers are very attentive beasts, and even the fathers will help raise young if the mother isn’t around. When hatching, the little crocs emerge from the creche of eggs chirping, calling the mother in who then excavates the nest and takes any unhatched eggs in her mouth, rolling them around to speed up the hatching process.

The young are carried to the water in the mother’s mouth, where she will watch over, feed, and care for them until the next mating season."

-via Good News Network, July 19, 2024

[stxrvel]

absence (1)

series summary. the holy grail of the seven men who ruled the country's entertainment used to be your friends at school. now, ten years later and between successes and failures, what reason would they have to want to come back into your life? pairing. eventually ot7 x f!reader... or not? content. first of all, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes! curse words, fangirling a lot and some self-deprecation. no proofread. this is just silly writing, we're on the safe zone for now. a/n. hi guys! i was gonna wait a little bit but i'm really excited about this one so you're gonna have earlier! thank u all for the support and i really hope you enjoy this 🫶🏻

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You met them all at school. Each with their own ambitions, their different dreams, but so similar in the nature of their core. It was almost funny how everyone with their dissimilar personalities fit so strangely well into one school group. There were times when you could still remember how you used to tell them that all together they could rule the world.

Maybe that's why you didn't see them years ago.

Jeon Jungkook was an idol. There wasn't an hour in the day or a screen in the city where you weren't watching him. He was so popular around the world that you suspected that not even one person didn't know him. His voice was on every radio station, on every cell phone of the people you passed on the street and on the buses, his face on the TV sets with the last interview he had done, as if it were a national achievement. You even saw him in restaurants, chefs naming dishes after him, production companies releasing collaborations with his company. There wasn't an object in that city that didn't have Jungkook's face on its forehead. It was impossible to escape him.

He was closely followed by Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin, two of the most promising models of the last decade, a national pride hand in hand with Jungkook. You didn't see them as often as Jungkook, but they still swept the international public and there was hardly anyone who didn't talk about them. Invited to catwalks in Paris, choosing their contracts and collaborations, wearing the most expensive clothes that you wouldn't even think of buying, wearing beautiful matching jewelry, expensive enough that a single outfit from each of them could buy you five houses in the small town they all came from. Taehyung and Jimin were known as the Siamese twins of modeling. Wherever one went, the other always had to be. Their exclusivity was incomparable.

In levels of recognition, Min Yoongi followed them in line. A great rapper who was well received by the general populace. Yoongi had managed to captivate a large audience thanks to his incredible command of the production of his music and his ease and gift for writing his own lyrics. His growth was gradual, but when he touched the sky he never went down again. His popularity was not low even though his presentation to the public was not that high compared to the other three. Still, Yoongi had enough charisma and talent to stand out, especially when his fans were obsessed with highlighting the duality he had when he was on stage and when he did those seventy question interviews with Vogue or whatever… that had made him one of the best rappers of his generation and probably of the last century.

Kim Namjoon was the owner of the company that made Jungkook's debut and welcomed Yoongi with total creative freedom. If he were not solely focused on music, he would surely also be Taehyung and Jimin's agent. Namjoon had inherited a company from his parents, but the success he had turned it into over the past few years, into one of the most profitable businesses in the country, was entirely to his credit and effort. His popularity was also high, because everyone said he was too handsome to be a mere businessman; not knowing, of course, that everything involved in maintaining such a business required much more than a pretty face. Of Namjoon the public didn't know too much, not probably like the other guys and you, if he was still half the person he was before.

Hand in hand with Namjoon were Jung Hoseok and Kim Seokjin. Hoseok was and still is to this day a national pride as he passionately played tennis since school and turned professional, reaching to participate in major international tournaments representing his country and winning one of them. However, two years after that great feat, an accident involving one of his hands prevented him from continuing to play. No one knows exactly what happened during the more than a year and a half that he almost completely disappeared from the public eye, but when he returned with his huge smile he announced that he would dedicate himself to dance, opening his own academy throughout the center of the city. Although he was not a recurrent teacher, his academy was one of the best in the country, and of course, it was financed by Namjoon's company. At one time Hoseok became Namjoon's associate.

Seokjin, on the other hand, was the one who kept the lowest profile. He was a great doctor, cardiovascular if you were not mistaken. In addition to being an amazing surgeon, his research projects were the ones everyone looked forward to the most at the end of each year. You didn't know much about the subject, but he was almost like the guru of medicine in his field specifically. The only reason he was so much in the public eye being a doctor was because he was regularly seen in the company of Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi. The four of them made up the holy grail of dilfs.

They had all had incredibly successful careers and you were glad that they had been able to accomplish everything they once talked about on the rooftop of Namjoon's house, with sneaky steps so their parents wouldn't scold them when they sneaked out in the wee hours of the morning.

You didn't know exactly what it was - or you didn't want to acknowledge it - that succumbed inside you every time you saw or heard about any of them on the news or on social media. Because yeah, no matter how low media exposure any of them had, always the faces of all seven appeared on your TikTok every week.

It was amazing how they had all moved on and you… well, you-

“Weren't you supossed to leave?”

You lifted your head from your phone, trying to hide it with trembling hands as you let Taehyung's face next to Jungkook's plunge into the darkness of your apron pocket.

“Huh?”

You tried to look distracted, returning your gaze between your boss and the notes next to the cash register. She had a soft gaze, between amused and sisterly. Her brown eyes shifted from your eyes and hot cheeks to the notes you held upside down in your hands, pretending to work as if she herself hadn't seen you completely frozen and gawking at the pair of the country's great casanovas.

“I thought you were leaving earlier today,” your boss shifted, settling her trench coat and long brown strap bag over her shoulder. At that moment she was leaving to walk around to each of the locations she had in town, just to do follow-ups. “Don't tell me you forgot.”

You followed her index finger until it landed on the red circle you had drawn on the calendar placed in your little cubicle a couple of weeks ago, with hearts surrounding it and exclamation points. Yes you remembered, of course you remembered, but at the point where you were at the time no one was going to miss you if you didn't attend.

“I didn't forget��” your voice trailed off as you looked down, your fingers finding the tips of the pages more entertaining than your boss's worried expression.

“y/n, you asked me to leave earlier this day from four months ago,” her high-pitched voice echoed in your head, reminding you how excited you had been a while ago for this day to come. “You can't just give up like that. Come on. You still have time.”

You began to shake your head, releasing your grip on the woman who was looking at you with the same worried eyes of a mother. Your boss had been one of the most encouraging people you'd ever had in your life, besides the handful of friends you had stored in your phone's contacts.

“It was a bust last time. I don't plan on going through that again.”

“But hadn't you told me afterwards that you weren't going to let that stop you? You said… what was it? I can't drown in this glass of water.”

You grudgingly resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Really you of four months ago was a deluded fool.

“I had no idea about life at the time.”

Your boss clicked her tongue, dropping her hands on your shoulders, giving little squeezes whose familiarity stole your breath.

“I'll leave Patrick waiting for you in case you change your mind.”

You shook your head, evading the memories. The man outside the store shook his head in greeting as the two of you turned to look at him, as if he knew you were talking about him.

“Don't miss this opportunity because you're afraid. It may change your life.”

You watched her leave, the clacking of her low heels drawing the attention of everyone in the store, earning every possible stare as she did every time she entered any room. Her chauffeur, Patrick, greeted her with a similar nod of his head as before and stood leaning against the black car parked right where he could get a perfect view of your nervous face.

You, unlike the great and successful lives of your high school friends whose company you still used to miss like a fool, had not had such a great and successful life.

You were a writer. Well, an attempted writer and, worse, part-time. The other part-time was this job behind the cash register at the largest pastry chain in the country. Or sometimes as a waitress, it depended on the day. There was good pay, mind you, at least it allowed you to make up for the losses you took every time you tried to sell a book and then had to market it on your own, only to have five purchases once every seven months and three of them were from your parents and brother. The other two were from your friends.

Four months ago you had been invited to a sort of convention for readers, how they had found you and why? You had no idea, but the idea of being considered in that way drove you crazy at the time. You were so excited that you had more copies of your failed books printed and prepared your booth several days in advance to present them to the horde of people who, you were sure at the time, would come to meet you.

Only one person came by to ask you about the bathroom.

You never recovered from that.

Even with all that failure, that same day you were invited to another convention and, for a while, you were excited to attend. Everyone goes through those kinds of bumps at some point in their life, right? You have to work hard to earn that kind of fame, you kept telling yourself. But as time went on and your networks didn't grow and your videos didn't get more than ten views, or fifty views at most in a week, you began to lose that spark of excitement you held for your dream. Your parents had never turned your back on what you wanted to do, but it was too demotivating and discouraging to have spent so many years at it, so many headaches and tears invested for you to just keep losing and losing money.

That was why you were sure you wouldn't go to that convention if you had to go through that mockery again. You hadn't even bothered to go and fix your booth so surely they already knew you weren't going.

“Have you seen them yet??????”

The female voice coming from the wine cellar made you jump up on your chair.

“Jesus, Yuna, you almost killed me here.”

“I don't care! We could die right now for all we care!”

“Wow, speak for yourself.”

“Haven't you seen theeeem?”

Yuna held up her phone, the screen at full brightness blinding you for a moment. The blurry dots you saw from the proximity of the device told you nothing, as your friend jumped excitedly beside you.

“God, hold still.”

Grabbing her wrist, you leveled the phone to see her TikTok and a picture of three men.

Namjoon, Yoongi and Jungkook coming out of a building. From Namjoon's building.

“They look amazing, don't they? They just came out! That means their car will pass in front of us any minute!”

Yes, Namjoon's building was just a few blocks away from your boss's place. In fact, your boss knew him and many times they would prepare large orders for parties at his company. You had never seen him set foot in this place or any other in the country, but every time he went to celebrate something he had to dial your boss's personal number and you would work until your backs burned because everything had to be perfect for the big businessman.

“Are you going out to greet them or what?” you frowned, letting go of her wrist and returning your gaze to the notebook next to the cash register.

Yuna let out an excited exclamation.

“Ohhhh~, should I? Should I?”

You grabbed her by the collar of her uniform as she tried to pass behind you.

“We're still on business hours.”

“I'm sure Sol wouldn't mind,” her almost heart pupil eyes stared down the street, her hands moving in front of her like she was a zombie. She almost seemed possessed by her fanaticism. Though of course you didn't blame her, if you didn't know any of the seven knights of the underworld you would surely be as excited as she was.

“Don't put words in her mouth. You'd better tell me if the lady's batch of cakes is out yet-”

Commotion erupted throughout the room. You almost saw in slow motion how all the people in the premises got up and running in the direction of the glass doors when you heard the screams coming from far away.

“They're comiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!”

Sometimes you wondered how they dealt with this level of fanaticism.

The ground almost shook with the amount of people running after a black car, where the three men who were causing such a furor so early that day were most likely to be, and the commotion was not tiny inside the venue where the screams erupted.

Having to deal with that on a daily basis would easily turn someone into a hater. Not that you were one... strictly...

“God, for a moment we breathed the same air,” Yuna plopped down on the table, her body doubled over with her eyes lost. You resisted the urge to smack her forehead.

“Their car windows were up.”

“So you saw them, right?????”

“Argh.”

You had to drag her back to work as the excitement in the store dissipated. You attended to another batch of consumers while Yuna fixed the display case and, in a moment of lapse you could almost tell, her back suddenly straightened and she turned to look at you with her eyes a little too wide. You passed the change to the man in front of you, who barely sent you a confused glance before continuing to claim his order at the other corner of the store.

“What's wrong with you?”

“You shouldn't be here.”

“Don't say that with that face. You look creepy,” you pulled out the bill to tuck it under the cash register as Yuna approached, leaving the frightened face behind.

“Wasn't that convention today?”

You sighed. “Yes.”

“Then why aren't you there?”

“Do I look like I want to be there?”

“Y/n! It's a great opportunity. You should-”

“A great opportunity for what, to be a laughingstock again?”

Yuna pursed her lips, looking almost pained that you would remember in that way the experience that was supposed to change your life. She had been one of the ones who had accompanied you to set up the booth and she was sure she had never seen you smile so much during all the time the two of you had known each other. Yuna was aware of how over time you seemed to have lost interest in this new convention, but she didn't think you would finally decide not to go.

On the sly, she had prepared your booth with the help of your mother and Sol, your boss.

“You were never a laughingstock! Don't say that,” Yuna patted your forearm harder than necessary. “Besides, I recently logged some purchases on the site! How do you-?”

“I know it was you and mom,” you raised your voice to interrupt her, stepping archly away from her body.

“What the… Of course not, ha, ha!”

“You're the only fools who would write down celebrity names to register purchases. Besides, the addresses don't even exist.”

“Fuck, I told her that wouldn't work.”

Under your heavy gaze, Yuna had the decency to look embarrassed.

“Okay, I'm sorry! We wanted to motivate you to go to the convention.”

“Can't you just let me do my own thing? If I don't want to go, I won't go.”

“Even if you leave Patrick waiting there?”

You followed his gaze, watching the man pull an umbrella out of the trunk of the car as the slightest breeze brushed against his body and the water droplets were smaller than a dew that the two of you had to squint to see them on the glass of the entrance.

“Whatever it is, I'm not going.”

“y/n…” Yuna pleaded, coming closer with her puppy dog eyes.

“No.”

“y/n, please…”

“No and stop doing that. You look weird.”

“I don't,” Yuna pulled away to frown at you. “I once heard you agreed with Seoyeon about my puppy face being cute.”

“I never agreed with that!”

“Seojun told me so!”

“Your first mistake is believing Seojun.”

“Do you blame me if the reason is your demonstration of love for me?”

“That was your second mistake.”

“Y/n!”

_____________________

That day you arrived home a little later than usual. Since Patrick had been waiting for you all day in the sun and mini rain and refused to let you take a cab on direct instructions from Sol, you asked him to take a ride downtown so you could buy the teokkboki your mom loved and incidentally bought some for him, even though he didn't want to accept it at first.

“y/n, dear, how did it go?”

Your parents were in the living room when you arrived playing Go. Your father left the table when he saw you carrying the bag of food and came over to take it from you.

“What does our little writer bring here, a contract by any chance?”

You watched out of the corner of your eye as your mother tried to get your father's attention by wildly waving her fan, while the man rummaged through the bag to find something warm and delicious smelling.

“Oh, it's teokkboki.”

Your mother stopped waving her arm to stare at the bag with sparkling eyes.

“The ones from the center? From Mrs. Wang?”

You nodded in her direction, taking a seat in their midst on the floor. Your parents started a pitched battle to see who would break the bag first to try the first batch of teokkboki and you could only watch them with a smile on your face. The day may have been difficult, but being home at the end of the day always made you feel so much better.

Amidst laughter and anecdotes, trying to avoid the elephant in the room because you knew your mother's furtive glances weren't for nothing, the three of you ate teokkboki until you were bursting at the seams. You organized the kitchen with your father while your mother grumbled from the living room whatever he said about her. You watched the three of you favorite soap opera on the fixed schedule and finally got ready for bed.

With your body more relaxed and lighter, you let yourself sink into the softness of the sheets, completely ignoring the messages Yuna had sent earlier and the stupid questions your brother asked at the most inopportune moments.

How do I unclog a bath?

Do I add salt to the rice???

Where do I get the kimchi mom makes?????

His independence was probably one of the worst things that could happen. You being the older sister thought you would leave home first. Even according to your twelve year old diary, you should have been married by then or at least planning your amazing, mega giant wedding, complete with helicopters and puppy dogs carrying drinks through the reception. You didn't know what kind of crazy dreams you had when you were younger, but up to that point you hadn't been able to fulfill any of your inner child's desires except to study for a career you were passionate about.

Still, what good had that done in the end? Maybe you should've listened to your grandparents to study medicine. Maybe your parents should've been a little more conservative instead of libertarian, which your grandparents always complained about when they had the chance. If you were a disgrace to anyone in the family, it was to them.

Ah, what a long day.

You didn't know at what point you fell asleep, but the incessant sound of your phone vibrating next to your pillow woke you up. With a grunt, you moved your hands to put the device in front of one of your half-open eyes to find Yuna on caller ID. Your eyes moved upward.

It was one in the morning!

“What the fuck are you doing calling at this hour? It better be an emergency because-”

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING THAT YOU DON'T CHECK YOUR MESSAGES?”

“WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT? IT'S ONE IN THE MORNING! WHY WOULD I BE DOING ANYTHING ELSE BUT SLEEPING?”

“I'VE BEEN TEXTING YOU FOR A WHILE NOW, Y/N!”

“YUNA HOW CAN I NOT FUCKING SLEEP-?”

“Well, whatever!”

You let out an exasperated snort, giving her time to say what she had to say.

“You're going to fall on your ass.”

“I'm lying down.”

“Your books have sold a thousand copies in the last hour!”

Silence. Absorbing silence…

“Yuna, if you really woke me up to play a fucking prank on me I'm going all the way to your house to pull out every single one of your hairs with a fucking tweezer.”

“First of all, gross. Second of all, I'm not kidding! Get on your fucking Instagram! What's worse is that's not the most shocking news. Well… depends on how you look at it.”

“Yuna, I don't think I'm following you.”

“Fucking Kim Taehyung was at the reader convention and he took a picture of your books and UPLOADED IT TO HIS INSTAGRAM STORIES!!!!! AN HOUR AGO! The damn shopping notifications woke me up and I think I took too much time trying to process what was going on because they already tripled!”

“What the fuck are you talking about, did you start smoking weed?”

“Ugh, why are you so insufferable? Just look at fucking Instagram!”

You didn't want to believe Yuna, but a part of you was vibrating in anticipation. You'd already seen her text messages, her exclamations and voice notes, you'd barely processed the images she'd sent you. You logged on to Instagram. The first thing you noticed was the exorbitant amount of notifications and direct messages.

You had to search for Taehyung's account because you weren't following him.

There was the colorful arc around his profile picture. The story.

You clicked on his picture on the screen.

Your books were all over his story, with his hand holding one of them.

It jumped out at you that there was a stand of your books that you had no idea where it had come from.

A description loomed between the image.

One of the best fantasy books I've read in recent years. And by one of the best writers I've ever met in my life.

Your user was next to the description. You had no idea how fucking Kim Taehyung had gotten your user when it wasn't even something related to your name. You hadn't even uploaded pictures of yourself once in all the time that account had been open.

“Did you see it?? Can you see I wasn't lying?”

With Yuna's malevolent laughter in the background, you felt your mind escape into an unknown mental space.

“You're going to be rich!!! And I'm going to meet Kim Taehyung!”

Your mind was racing a thousand miles an hour trying to make sense of what your eyes couldn't credit. His story was replaying on your screen. So many things you could say and just…

“What the fuck?”

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tag: @rinkud @futuristicenemychaos @pastelpeachess @parapiop7

[rebeccathenaturalist]

This is pretty cool! While there are thousands of this species in captivity in crocodile farms, wild populations number in the hundreds at best. Moreover captive animals are often hybridized, not pure, and so many genetic lines have been lost for conservation purposes. And captive and wild populations have diverged enough that the loss of wild lines entirely would be a devastating blow to the species as a whole.

The success of this nest is a hopeful sign for the Siamese crocodile; here's to better news in the future.

[yukipri]

They're so in synch, and so utterly captivated

Left lil boy is Rex (Snowshoe), right lil boy is Cody (Siamese)

Cats tag: #YukiPriASLKittens

[cursedmoon-doll13]

Cat Themed Self-Ship Asks 🐈‍⬛

Tabby: Is your f/o snuggly? Are you? If so, what are your favourite ways to cuddle?

Ginger: Who is the most intelligent? Who is the sensible one? Or do you share one braincell?

Calico: Do you consider yourself lucky that you met your f/o? Do they consider themselves lucky that they met you? Why?

Tuxedo: Do you both prefer fancy dates where you dress up, or casual dates?

Black Cat: Do either of you like haunted houses? Or does either of you get spooked? If so, how do you comfort your f/o / your f/o comfort you?

White Cat: Are your f/o’s eyes particularly striking to you? In what way? Do they find themselves captivated by yours, in turn?

Tortoiseshell: Who has the worse temper? Can you get snippy with each other?

Siamese: Who is chattier/louder, you or your f/o?

Persian: Are you a high or low maintenance couple? Who has the most rigorous grooming routine? Do you help each other?

Maine Coon: Are you a stay at home couple, or do you like going on trips together?

Bengal: Do either of you have a particular love for swimming? Do you like to take baths or showers together?

Sphynx: Who prefers wearing sweaters the most? Neither, both? Do either of you knit? Would you ever wear matching sweaters?

[mintspice]

Paws and Effect (Chifuyu x Reader)

Prompt: You have a crush on your neighbor, who also happens to be your classmate in college. Your cat ends up unintentionally being your wingman with your crush.

Had to write for my special guy. Chifuyu and Mikey have been heavy on the brain lately. Based on a time when my cat got out lol and set in a modern AU. Hope you guys like this one, I tried my best to learn how to get him in character. Chifuyu deserves more love

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The frantic thump of your heart echoed in your quiet apartment. Cleo, your blue-eyed Siamese, was gone. She’d been missing for almost an hour, and worry gnawed at your insides. 

“Cleo, where are you, baby?” You called, your voice cracking with anxiety. You’d checked every nook and cranny, under furniture, in closets, even peeking inside kitchen pantries, just in case. Cleo was a curious cat but never went outside and was usually under the bed. This was unsettling.

Desperate, you paced around the living room, eyes scanning every inch of the space. There was only one place you hadn’t checked yet: the window. 

You pulled the curtains apart to see that she had opened the window. You had left it cracked open earlier to let some fresh air in, but she must have gotten too curious and pushed her head through the crack to get out. You sighed and closed the window before exiting your apartment to look for Cleo.

You called for Cleo, hoping she would hear your voice. 

Nothing.

Where could she be?

You continued searching the bushes and underneath cars, the feeling of anxiety gnawing at your insides. She couldn’t have gotten that far but never went outside, so she may have been scared and hiding.

You searched for the entire afternoon but with no results. You sighed with sadness and walked back upstairs to your apartment so you could make flyers, post them around town, and post about her on social media in the missing pet groups.

Entering your apartment, you sat down on the couch. It was empty without her presence inside. She was usually zooming back and forth, climbing on the kitchen counter, or cuddling up on your lap as you worked on college assignments or watched TV.

A knock interrupted your thoughts as you started creating your post about her. You stood up to answer the door.

It was your attractive neighbor, Chifuyu Matsuno, whose apartment was across from yours and was your statistics classmate at the local college campus. He was holding Cleo and wearing a white sweater and dark pants. 

“Looking for Cleo?” He asked, his green eyes staring into yours. “I saw the apartment number on her collar,”

A rush of relief washed over you as Cleo sat comfortably in his arms. You had completely forgotten that she really likes men. Whenever your male friends would come over to visit, she was all over them. 

“Cleo, you little brat,” You said with a mixture of relief and annoyance as Chifuyu handed the blue-eyed, adventurous feline back to you. “I’ve been looking for you all morning!”

“She got inside my apartment and was playing with my cat, Peke J,” Chifuyu said with a slight chuckle. “I was quite surprised to see a random cat inside my living room when I woke up,”

“I’m so sorry,” You apologized, putting Cleo back inside your apartment, “I hope she didn’t cause any trouble for you,”

“Not at all,” Chifuyu replied with a warm smile. “She was a very welcome guest. She and Peke J seemed to hit it off quite well,”

“Well, maybe Peke J and Cleo can become playmates then,” You suggested. “She gets a little bored by herself here sometimes,”

Chifuyu’s lips curved into a warm smile. “That’s a wonderful idea. I’m sure Peke J would love to have a companion,”

As you closed the door behind you to prevent Cleo from escaping again, your gaze lingered on Chifuyu, and you felt a surge of attraction toward him. His calm demeanor, quiet confidence, and pine-green eyes captivated you. You would be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on your classmate and neighbor. 

You and Chifuyu talked for a while longer, discussing your studies and your interests. You were impressed by his thoughtful insights and genuine desire to listen and could tell how much he loved Peke J. He gave you his number in case you two need to discuss upcoming assignments. You said your goodbyes to him for the evening, a newfound connection sparking between you two. 

In the following weeks, you and Chifuyu began spending more and more time together outside of class. You would often study together inside your apartment or his apartment, talking about everything from your dreams to your pet peeves. You discovered that he worked at a local pet store and how he fell from the second story of your apartment complex chasing after Peke J, which you couldn’t help but laugh at.

One evening, as you returned home from a tiring shift at work, you walked toward your apartment building, feeling the cool evening air on your skin. You recognized Chifuyu’s choppy, blonde undercut and his signature white sweater in the distance. He was sitting on the benches in the common area of your apartment complex. You then recognized a small ball of white fluff sitting on the bench beside him. It was Cleo, and somehow, she had managed to escape again while ou were at work. 

“Your cat escaped again,” He said, noticing your presence. 

Cleo happily circled around his hand as he petted her, purring loudly. 

“Again, Cleo?” You shook your head, smiling with amusement, lacing your words. “She really has a thing for you,”

Cleo, as if to confirm your statement, rubbed her head against Chifuyu’s hand, a contented purr rumbling in her tiny chest. You reached down to pick up your mischievous feline, your fingers brushing against his. A spark, more potent than any static electricity, surged through you, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. 

“She’s a friendly cat,” Chifuyu replied, his gaze lingering on you and cheeks flushing a soft pink color. 

The air between you, thick with something undefined, almost made it difficult to breathe. You felt a warmth spread through you. Maybe it was how his pine-green eyes seemed to hold a gentle, almost hesitant understanding. Or maybe it was the soft smile that played on his lips, a smile that made your heart flutter with a strange, delightful nervousness. 

He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. The gentle touch sent shivers down your spine, and you knew you were a goner. He was too close, and the scent of his cologne, a subtle blend of sandalwood and something sweet, was intoxicating. You and Chifuyu stood momentarily, your gazes locked, the air crackling with unspoken feelings. 

“May I?” He asked his voice husky with emotion. 

Your heart skipped a beat, and you nodded, unable to form words.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle caress. The kiss was soft, sweet, and full of promise. It felt like a whispered secret, a shared understanding beyond words. You tasted mint and something else, a touch of something spicy. 

When you finally pulled away, the air between you and Chifuyu crackled with electricity. His cheeks flushed, and you felt a strange warmth bloom in your chest. 

“You know, your cat is quite the matchmaker,” Chifuyu said, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes sparkling with a newfound mischief.

You laughed, agreeing with him. If it weren’t for Cleo’s constant escapes, you wouldn’t have had the courage to converse with Chifuyu. Cleo had brought you closer to him, and you couldn’t have asked for a better outcome. 

[thoughtlessarse]

Critically endangered Siamese crocodiles have staged a comeback in Cambodia – with a little help from an unlikely ally. Crocodile farmers who had nearly hunted the species to extinction in the first place now play a vital role in providing purebred reptiles for captive breeding. The appetite for crocodile skins for bags and other accessories had decimated populations to the extent that scientists thought they were extinct. But one last enclave of the species was found in Cambodia’s remote Cardamom Mountains and a captive breeding programme was launched to restore the species to its wild habitat, forests that play an important role in absorbing carbon emissions. Adult Siamese crocodiles can grow up to 13ft and weigh as much as 770lbs (350kg). They have few natural predators. But the hatchlings – each roughly the size of a hotdog – are vulnerable. Hor Vichet, a zookeeper at the non-profit Fauna and Flora breeding centre for the critically endangered reptiles in Cambodia’s Phnom Tamao, is on hand to help the youngsters break their shells. “It’s time to go into the world,” he said, as he helps the creatures begin their life’s journey.

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[amaritypewriter]

Hey Freaks it’s Amari! so we thought we were going to have to put my dog down, however he’s currently doing better so that’s what’s up with why I’m not posting.

This is something I posted on my AO3 a year ago that’s never really finished but it had a lot of potential,

arlecchino x fem!reader, cat!hybrid reader, reader is part of Kätzlein bloodline, finger!fucking, a lot of degration

So basically Fem!reader is bought at an auction by arlecchino and then gets fucked by her (not fully though because I could finish it but I didn’t)

You were part of a unique cat based Blood line similar to the Kätzlein bloodline from Mondstadt, your appearance was heavily based on a seal point siamese cat, thanks to this you had pale fawn to cream-colored cat ears that faded into a dark brown at the tip and a thick long black tail. Generations could go by without a cat like person, such as yourself being born. You could hide your ears and tail if you wanted however doing this for long periods of time could result in loss of energy, headaches, dizziness, and nausea.

You had spent most of your life on the pet and slave market since you were born you had been shipped and marketed. You were currently on a ride to a Snezhnaya auction where the people who currently owned you and many other slaves was hoping to auction you for lots of mora. You might have been worth a lot and they had been offered generous amounts of mora yet always wanted more, this resulted in people to just deciding to not go through with it, of course you were okay with this since most of the creepy men trying to buy you were very questionable.

—

“And thank you for coming ladies and gentlemen! As you know-“ the main auctioneer of this auction called out to the audience opening his arms in a welcoming manner. You were currently observing backstage.

“When you go out there-“ your owner began

“I know.” You snapped “You act as if I haven’t been through this multiple times.”

You feel as he yanks your wrists making you yelp in pain as he sinks his nails into your wrists.

“Listen to me you little shit I don’t care that your about to be sold, you will respect me till the very end of my ownership over you because if your not sold today I’ll hang you.”

He threatened, he couldn’t possibly be serious right? You thought to yourself but the way he put it sent shivers down your spine. You were tearing your lips apart thinking of it you had never been nervous before at an auction.

—

“And our last auction for today, ladies and gentlemen this one is not for sale, but you’ll find yourself wanting to pay double for this one.” As the Bid Caller announced this, the curtain from your cage shot up and your gate was opened and your were escorted by two guards to the main wooden platform where all the other slaves and “pets” stood to be observed.

The second you stood up their people stared in awe for a good second you could barely see people’s faces, yet you knew about their surprise and lust. After a few seconds the loud bidding began at 400,000.

“700,000” a man about in his 50s yelled out

“No, 800,000” another contested

“900,000, Over here!” Yelled yet another

“1.5 million” a smooth, yet husky, harsh voice called out. But it was silky and appealing compared to all the other men, sounded almost like a females voice.

“1.5 million once”

“1.5 million twice”

“Sold for 1.5 million” the Bid Caller called all three times

Your eyes were already popping out of your head your price had never gone over 800.000 mora and this guy was willing to pay over a million. You looked up to see a fairly tall terrifyingly yet captivating white haired woman, endearingly sat with one leg crossed in front of the other while she leaned on one arm on the side of her chair. You couldn’t see her well in the dark auditorium like room but you could feel her bloody red eyes that pierced your soul peaking at you across the room. You couldn’t make the rest out because you were quickly hurried away by a couple of agents and guards.

“Let me go-!” You yearned while struggling to get loose from their grip on you. Before you knew it you were handcuffed and blindfolded though you tried to kick and scratch you were still thrown in to a cold metal cage being transported to who the hell knows where.

—

It hadn’t been to long only a couple hours until you were finally let out, the blindfold wasn’t off and your arms were being held by two agents, you didn’t struggle because you could feel their tight grip on you and you knew this would only create more problems for you in the end.

You were pulled into a big room and eventually you felt the blindfold being removed. It was pulled harshly you yelped softly as the pressure against your eyes pushed in and off, you blinked your eyes trying to get accustomed to the bright lighting that shined in your face. You looked around you were in an office, as you thoroughly scanned the beautiful yet elegant office with black furniture you immediately spotted a familiar unnaturally tall, white haired women, the same women at the auction the same women who now owned you.

“My lady,-“ the hooded woman dressed in all black who seemed to be some sort of worker but not a maid addressed the tall woman, you watched as she and the other agent who was a man also hooded in black kneeled down putting their left hand of their chest.

“Speak.” She demanded in a cold, assertive manner “if you fucked up the delivery,” she starts then begin chuckling in a way that made chills run down your spine “Well we don’t want that.”

The agent cleared her throat making the women straighten her back

“My lady.” The agent said once again this caused the woman to turn around, her eyes initially harsh and mean, with a piercing gaze that seemed to slice and cut through you. However, as she scanned you up and down her eyes softened slightly, and the intensity of their gaze eased up slightly. However They still looked serious and focused.

“Ah” she opened her mouth “Well,” she began “What the Fuck are you waiting for? Get the fuck out.” She yelled stern and mean as both the man and woman quickly turned away and left hurriedly as if someone was chasing after them.

You gulped as you watched her red eyes with an x in the middle, eye you all your curves, your hair, your face. Than she just turned and sat down on her chair.

“Come here. Sit.” She said holding her arm out and signaling to her lap with her fingers.

This command sounded less harsh, not at all familiar since the other times she had spoken she sounded as firm as a rock, she was obviously tough as nails though this command didn’t sound as harsh it somehow didn’t sound any softer either but none of that mattered you weren’t about to be command around by some creepy tall white haired woman who bought you for no good reason.

You stared at her before backing away, she didn’t even twitch she got up seemingly calm as she towered over before you, your were only to the height of her boobs and that was unsettling for you. With a swift movement she pinned you against the wall, hands over your head as you tried your best to get your face away from hers as she was to close for your liking but you found your heart pacing, beating harshly in your chest you swore she would hear it with how close she was.

“I don’t think you understand do you, you’re in no position to defy me in any way shape or form so I suggest you do as I say and sit.” She detailed as you felt her soft cold breath on your lips.

“What are ya deaf? Sit your ass down!” She hissed. You seemed to be paralyzed her dim eyes were hypnotizing, feeling her upper body grind against you as she pined you against the wall made something inside you awaken with hunger and craving unlike anything else you’ve ever felt this was electrifying. Just like longing feeling you felt as you took in the sight of her nicely enticing soft pink lips. As you were deep in thought you heard her chuckle softly before she leaned her head in and before you knew it there was a soft warm feeling.

You felt her filthy hot mouth invading yours as her tongue broke in to your mouth. Seemed she would eat you up you were scared, you wanted to pull away something screamed danger but she was so enticing and delicious, and you had a morbid hunger you never knew of but it needed to be satisfied. Before you knew it she had pulled away to catch a breath of air, this made you whine as she slammed herself back onto you her hands slipping down your body in the heated moment. She slipped your shorts off with her quick hands picking you up on by the bottom of your thighs placing you on the chair as she pulled your legs over her shoulders ripping your panties with her teeth quickly, this made you gasp and struggle for air at the strange feeling.

She slipped one finger into you feeling your tight damp walls take in her fingers as she pumped in another one.

“Honey~, Your so wet princess” she whispered breathing out as she played with your pussy admiring it as if it was the view of a lifetime. This made you ache for her even more, her words, her actions, her body. These thoughts made you dampen over her fingers.

“Do you enjoy this? Being degraded and devalued, even toyed with by someone you don’t even know?” Her teasing laughs weren’t making anything better.

You could feel her kissing up your thighs slowly biting and licking. The relief you felt as her tongue entered your wet pussy giving it generous licks before adding pressure and speed. You were in ecstasy, arching up your back against the soft black office chair, pressing your hand on the back of the harbinger’s white haired head, and moaning loudly you didn’t even bother hiding how good she made you feel. You had never had anyone touch you like that now you just needed more~

[echantedtoon]

Kny Mermaid Au Ramblings P4

I know more but I practically did every other well known demon slayer character in the series so I figured I'd do one last post explaining who the rest of the cast would be as mermaids. I've already done Akaza who's a Betta fish and Kaigaku who's a black electric eel. So now I'll be doing the rest of the demons and a lot of other characters. Lord have mercy for all the fish I looked up.

Remember all of the random lower moons in the ova series and Mugen train arc? Yeah. They're all minnow mers.

Now you're probably thinking Douma would be a rainbow fish right? Well I beg to differ and offer you my take. He'd definitely be a Fairy Wrasse mer.

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://oceananimals.org/ocean-fish/wrasse-parrotfish/wrasse/fairy-wrasse/&ved=2ahUKEwjnq_PKusKGAxWMIEQIHR_jCskQr4kDegUI1AEQAA&usg=AOvVaw2YRDgIkmfKxDF7oBof4pf8

Nakime was a hard one but I think she'd be pretty as a black butterfly goldfish mer.

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://www.petco.com/shop/en/petcostore/product/black-butterfly-goldfish-25-35-length-%2528carassius-auratus%2529&ved=2ahUKEwiQ9s_8vsKGAxXBHUQIHVDdBtsQr4kDegQIFxAA&usg=AOvVaw3BpMo0ntw0sPot4YwstgfD

Kyogai is a Black Drum mer.

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_drum&ved=2ahUKEwjs8fG2v8KGAxVkKEQIHZZEOY0Qr4kDegQIPRAA&usg=AOvVaw1Ip242VSs5Kmmf7IcyeJmp

Enmu is definitely an octopus mer. Specifically like the art by @cornfleaykes linked below.

https://www.tumblr.com/cornfleaykes/720378046334615552?source=share

Kokushibo and Yoriichi are the same thing being twins. Since Kokushibo is often associated with purple and Yoriichi orange, I found a fish that could match both of them. Both twins are Biota Orangetail Damselfish mers. Only Yoriichi has unusually more orange on his tail.

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://www.algaebarn.com/shop/captive-bred/fish/biota-orangetail-damselfish-chrysiptera-cyanea/&ved=2ahUKEwiIgui4xMKGAxUzke4BHVgcABsQr4kDegQIZBAA&usg=AOvVaw30i-fXBi32NTynUJIaGegk

Daki and Gyutaro are vastly different to match their appearances. Gyutaro is a black Hagfish mer.

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://glassvirtualzoo.wordpress.com/black-hagfish/&ved=2ahUKEwjYgdypxsKGAxXOEkQIHWhYF6kQr4kDegQIGBAA&usg=AOvVaw1uGruM_OsZQR1lXdwTSOYt

Meanwhile Daki/Ume is a Pink Dragon Siamese Fighting Fish mer because I liked how pretty and flowing the fins were and it seems to match her well.

https://www.shutterstock.com/image-photo/pink-dragon-siamese-fighting-fish-betta-384303799

Gyokko is a mutated Blue eel mer. That's it.

Hantengu was a tricky one. I know I already listed a WHOLE BUNCH of the Kny characters as Betta fishes but I'll go ahead and say that Hantengu and his clones would all be a pod of Betta fish mers related to each other because honestly Betta Fish can come in literally EVERY color. So Urami and Hantengu are black betta fish mers. Sekido is a red one. Urogi yellow. Karaku green but a lighter green than Tanjiro. Aizetsu blue. And Zohakutan is a dark purple color.

Urokodaki would be a common goldfish mer and Jigoro is like Zenitsu and Kaigaku an electric eel mer.

Hairou would be a blacktip reef shark mer.

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://www.tetiaroasociety.org/island/fish/blacktip-reef-shark&ved=2ahUKEwjchKSFy8KGAxXz4ckDHX8GPDkQr4kDegUI6QEQAA&usg=AOvVaw36mXG9EcE-8peU273fAVTB

Muzan is a rare pitch black Bigeye Sand Tiger Shark mer like the one in the article.

https://www.newsweek.com/scientists-find-new-all-black-glowing-shark-species-ninja-lanternshark-409718

Rei and her daughter are both Brown Sweetlips mers.

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://www.shutterstock.com/search/brown-sweetlips-fish&ved=2ahUKEwiS3POCzMKGAxWx7skDHaGFLogQr4kDegQIExAA&usg=AOvVaw3goHa1p3bOS5lBqxcq4ZAx

Haganezuka and the other sword smiths would be manta ray or sting ray mers mostly because I saw some art of Manta ray Mermaids and I think they'd look cool as them.

Rui and the rest of the spider demon are Albino Diving Bell Spider drows which turns out are a real species of spider that lives underwater.

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://www.treehugger.com/nature-blows-my-mind-strange-scuba-diving-spider-4855467&ved=2ahUKEwjW68y8z8KGAxVKHUQIHRSQBwAQr4kDegQIExAA&usg=AOvVaw3T_2Bats74FtQgsKBBWGkX

Bonus mentions

Susamaru is an octopus mer too. Yahaba is a Cleaner fish mer. The swamp demon is just a trio of sea monsters. Tanjiro's ancestors in Yoriichi's flashbacks are Betta fish like the rest of Tanjiro's family. Tokito's father is a red herring mer. Sabito is a common orange Koi. Tengen's brother is a black butterfly koi mer. Monoko is a blue Glofish mer. And Giyuu's sister is the same species of mer as him.

Both Uta and Michikatsu's wife are both Rainbow Trout mers.

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://www.wildtrout.org/content/rainbow-trout&ved=2ahUKEwjL2vXv0cKGAxU_GtAFHat1L9kQr4kDegQIGBAA&usg=AOvVaw1tXsb92zhaFmgDqHcmoWuo

And finally the Ubuyashikis. Amane and Their daughters are all white spotted jellyfish mers.

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://www.crittersquad.com/fact-sheets/white-spotted-jelly-fact-sheet/&ved=2ahUKEwiY466vs8SGAxX748kDHfbqDk8Qr4kDegQIFhAA&usg=AOvVaw2_PbSrvezrdYdHFk1N7iKi

Meanwhile Kagaya and their son are water dragon hybrids.

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://www.pinterest.com/pin/371406300502782906/&ved=2ahUKEwiyoqaDtMSGAxUJ5ckDHVROPSsQr4kDegUIygEQAA&usg=AOvVaw15b7fDD-PTuPL-qbgkndvL

Hoo boy. That was a lot. But I'm all done now explaining who everyone is in the mer au. Honestly it was fun coming up with these.

[oumar2]

article about cats

The Fascinating World of Cats

Cats have been companions to humans for thousands of years, and their mysterious and independent nature has always captivated us. From ancient Egypt to modern households, cats have held a special place in human society.

Cats were first domesticated in the Near East around 9,000 years ago. The process likely began when wild cats started to live near human settlements, attracted by the abundance of rodents. Over time, a mutually beneficial relationship developed, with humans appreciating the cats for their pest control abilities and cats enjoying a steady food supply.

Ancient Egyptians were among the first to revere cats, associating them with the goddess Bastet, the deity of home, fertility, and domesticity. Killing a cat, even accidentally, was considered a grave crime in ancient Egypt.

Physical Characteristics

Cats are known for their sleek bodies, sharp claws, and keen senses. They have excellent night vision, allowing them to see in light levels six times lower than what a human needs. Their flexible bodies and quick reflexes make them formidable hunters.

Cats come in various breeds, each with unique features. The Persian cat, for example, is known for its long fur and calm demeanor, while the Siamese cat is recognized for its short coat, striking blue eyes, and vocal nature.

Behavior and Communication

Cats communicate using a variety of vocalizations, body language, and scent marking. They purr when content, hiss when threatened, and meow to communicate with humans. Each cat has a unique personality, ranging from affectionate and sociable to aloof and independent.

Play is an essential part of a cat's life, especially for kittens. It helps them develop hunting skills and provides exercise and mental stimulation. Cats also exhibit grooming behavior, which serves both hygienic and social purposes.

Health and Care

Cats are relatively low-maintenance pets, but they still require proper care to stay healthy. Regular veterinary check-ups, a balanced diet, and mental stimulation are crucial for their well-being. Indoor cats tend to live longer than outdoor cats, as they are less exposed to dangers such as traffic, predators, and diseases.

Common health issues in cats include dental problems, obesity, and urinary tract infections. Keeping an eye on their health and providing timely medical attention can ensure a long and happy life for your feline friend.

Cultural Significance

Cats have a significant presence in literature, art, and popular culture. From the mysterious Cheshire Cat in "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" to the mischievous Cat in the Hat, cats have inspired countless stories and characters. They are also popular subjects in internet culture, with viral videos and memes celebrating their quirky behaviors.

Conclusion

Cats are intriguing creatures that have seamlessly integrated into human lives while retaining their wild essence. Their independent yet affectionate nature, combined with their hunting prowess and graceful movements, makes them unique and beloved companions. Whether as a symbol of mystery or a source of comfort, cats continue to hold a special place in our hearts.

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from the New York Times:

Tiny snouts and long tails. Checkerboards of black and brown scales. Eggs the size of oranges cracking alongside hatchlings mewling and chirping like a choir of baby birds.

The birth of 60 Siamese crocodiles in the wild last month was all very Jurassic Park.

The hatchlings were the largest population born this century, representing two decades of conservation efforts. While the babies slipped and waddled through their trio of nests, their marble-like eyes blinked upon a bright new world for a species once nearly as extinct as the dinosaurs.

“There’s a biodiversity crisis around the world, but in the tropics of Southeast Asia it’s particularly acute,” said Pablo Sinovas, the country director for the Cambodia program of Fauna and Flora, the conservation group monitoring the comeback. “The fact that we’ve been able to help these crocodiles recover and see this landmark breeding event, it’s very significant.”

Siamese crocodiles were first listed as virtually extinct in the wild in 1992. While captive populations lived in zoos and crocodile farms, decades of poaching of the animals for their soft, coppery hides that were used in the fashion industry, along with habitat degradation, had razed the wild population.

In 2000, a very small population was recorded in the remote Cardamom Mountains of Cambodia. The Indigenous population of Chorng people had protected the crocodiles, which they considered sacred, for generations. The species is smaller and less aggressive than its saltwater crocodile relative, and there is no recorded evidence of attacks by the animals on humans, including people who wash clothes and children who swim in the rivers the crocodiles call home.

For the last two decades, Fauna and Flora has worked with government agencies and local people to formalize species protection through a program that provides a modest stipend, along with work clothes, GPS devices and transportation like kayaks and motorcycles.

“The community members already protecting the sites is key to why this program works,” Mr. Sinovas said. “Instead of a group coming from the outside, we’re supporting what’s already there.” At last count, a very rough estimate of 250 adult crocodiles persisted in Cambodia, according to Fauna and Flora, and between 500 and 1,000 existed in the wild, according to the International Union for Conservation of Nature.

Siamese crocodiles “are a charismatic, large predator, so they naturally fascinate humans, and they have cultural importance,” Mr. Sinovas said, noting that their conservation could have ripple effects.

[jadeoru]

HAVE FUN SELF SHIPPING 🗣️

Calico: Do you consider yourself lucky that you met your f/o? Do they consider themselves lucky that they met you? Why?

White Cat: Are your f/o’s eyes particularly striking to you? In what way? Do they find themselves captivated by yours, in turn?

Siamese: Who is chattier/louder, you or your f/o?

I WILL THANK YOU WYR !!!

Calico: Do you consider yourself lucky that you met your f/o? Do they consider themselves lucky that they met you? Why?

yes yes and yes!!!!! im very lucky to have met omi ^__^ and HES VERY LUCKY TO HAVE ME!!!! we keep each other sane!! without him id be wild like an untamed beast but he keeps me on my leash and makes sure i dont do stupid shit and die 😭 and i keep him fun!!!! without me his life is a hashtag SNOOZEFEST!!!! i keep it interesting and fun!!! we both have very different perspectives and opinions and they keep us both grounded 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ more importantly we make each other happy !!!!!!!!!!!!

Siamese: Who is chattier/louder, you or your f/o?

is this even a question . it is obviously me!! >:-) im a yapper and hes a listener. i talk a lot and i never run out of things to say and he might act like it annoys him but he fucking loves my bullshit!!! the fucker!!! he thinks my accent is pretty <3

the only times i can get him to match my yappery is when i ask him about volleyball ! he is so passionate about it and could talk about it for hours (this man and his autism has captivated me) and i love his voice so i pretend i know NOTHING just to hear him rant ^__^ like whatever u say princess!!!

also he has pretty bad insomnia and often cant fall asleep at all so in those moments i play with his hair and talk his ear off until he falls asleep :-p

[dandelionsresilience]

Good News - April 1-7

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1. Three Endangered Asiatic Lion Cubs Born at London Zoo

���The three cubs are a huge boost to the conservation breeding programme for Asiatic lions, which are now found only in the Gir Forest in Gujarat, India.”

2. United Nations Passes Groundbreaking Intersex Rights Resolution

“The United Nations Human Rights Council has passed its first ever resolution affirming the rights of intersex people, signaling growing international resolve to address rights violations experienced by people born with variations in their sex characteristics.”

3. Proposal to delist Roanoke logperch

“Based on a review of the best available science, the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service (Service) has determined that the Roanoke logperch, a large freshwater darter, is no longer at risk of extinction. […] When the Roanoke logperch was listed as endangered in 1989, it was found in only 14 streams. In the years since, Roanoke logperch surveys and habitat restoration have more than doubled the species range, with 31 occupied streams as of 2019.”

4. Fully-Accessible Theme Park Reopens Following Major Expansion

“Following the $6.5 million overhaul, the park now offers [among other “ultra-accessible” attractions] a first-of-its-kind 4-seat zip line that can accommodate riders in wheelchairs as well as those who need extra restraints, respiratory equipment or other special gear.”

5. ‘The Javan tiger still exists’: DNA find may herald an extinct species’ comeback

“A single strand of hair recovered from [a sighting] is a close genetic match to hair from a Javan tiger pelt from 1930 kept at a museum, [a new] study shows. “Through this research, we have determined that the Javan tiger still exists in the wild,” says Wirdateti, a government researcher and lead author of the study.”

6. Treehouse Village: Eco-housing and energy savings

““The entire place is designed and built to meet the passive house standard, which is the most energy-efficient construction standard in the world,” says resident Wayne Groszko, co-owner of one of the units at Treehouse.”

7. 50 rare crocodiles released in Cambodia's tropical Cardamom Mountains

“Cambodian conservationists have released 50 captive-bred juvenile Siamese crocodiles at a remote site in Cambodia as part of an ongoing programme to save the species from extinction.”

8. The Remarkable Growth of the Global Biochar Market: A Beacon of Environmental Progress

“Biochar, a stable carbon form derived from organic materials like agricultural residues and forestry trimmings, is a pivotal solution in the fight against global warming. By capturing carbon in a stable form during biochar production, and with high technology readiness levels, biochar offers accessible and durable carbon dioxide removal.”

9. 'Seismic' changes set for [grouse shooting] industry as new Scottish law aims to tackle raptor persecution

“Conservation scientists and campaigners believe that birds such as golden eagles and hen harriers are being killed to prevent them from preying on red grouse, the main target species of the shooting industry. […] Under the Wildlife Management and Muirburn Bill, the Scottish grouse industry will be regulated for the first time in its history.”

10. White House Awards $20 Billion to Nation’s First ‘Green Bank’ Network

“At least 70 percent of the funds will go to disadvantaged communities, the administration said, while 20 percent will go to rural communities and more than 5 percent will go to tribal communities. […] The White House said that the new initiative will generate about $150 billion in clean energy and climate investments[…].”

March 22-28 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

[submission4]

The Clue Of The Stone Seat by Andrew G Paul (2024)

Chapter 15: The Stone Seat’s Secret Revealed!

“…and so you see, Mr Rogers,” Kannika explained, “the Stone Seat of Mahakala was never the hiding place of the treasure. That was the Temple of Nargarjuna, twenty miles from here. If you knew your Siamese history, you would know King Sanphet I transferred the jewels there in 1568, shortly before his death. You have been digging in the wrong place!”

Rogers glared the Chailai Academy sixth former, inwardly fuming at the girl detective’s precocious arrogance. “Don’t patronise me, young lady.” he said sourly. “The Pakrett Scrolls clearly identify the Seat of Mahakala as the hiding place. Sanphet was bluffing!” Kannika shook her head solemnly. “The university have already been to the Temple and retrieved the artefacts.” she told the exasperated man. “Your attempt to steal this vital part of my country’s heritage is over! The Antiques Division of the Bangkok police department wish to speak to you - especially after seeing the evidence of your wrong doing I sent them this morning.” The schoolgirl sleuth stood up then. “I suggest you confess your crimes to me, sir. It will go easier for you if you do.” The crooked archaeologist stared at the young woman, resentment blazing from his eyes. “Curse you, you interfering little wench!” he blurted out bitterly.

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A broken man, Rogers confessed everything to Kannika, implicating not only himself but also the crooked dealers and researchers who had aided his theft attempt. After he had finished, the girl tied Rogers’ wrists together securely behind him with the length of rope she had brought for that very purpose, and then sat him down on the Stone of Mahakala. As the sound of wailing sirens drew closer, the Chailai Academy Detective folded her arms and looked down on her unhappy bound captive, who remained in miserable silence, staring at the ground. “This is as close as you will ever get to Sanphet’s treasure, Mr Rogers.” she told the captured man, a note of proud satisfaction in her voice.

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