#polar bear for kids

[adokle]

Hypothetical annoying cousin whose annoying traits consist of the desire to hang out, and her general presence disarming Bean the Dynamite's namesake skill (and maybe explosives in general, who knows?).

[russilton]

There are layers to how stupid this is and I’m in love with all of them

[loversmore]

“i believe in you so what’s left is for you to believe in yourself.” – han

for @hyunsung ♡

[wildkratts-screenshots]

The Bros and Zach

[kidcore-nostalgia]

[balkanradfem]

have you heard this story of a woman who fought off a literal fucking polar bear while protecting her children?

https://web.archive.org/web/20070927011557/http://www.nunatsiaq.com/archives/60217/news/nunavut/60217_03.html

I find it funny how oftentimes in fiction, men are portrayed to fight off 9 foot tall beasts and everyone accepts that but when it's a woman everyone says it is unrealistic. Meanwhile i've never heard of a single male who has fought off a polar bear while protecting FOUR kids.

Wow, I haven't heard of it! Article link

I can only ever see a woman doing this at all, a male would bail immediately upon seeing a bear. She is incredible!!! She saved those kids lives and survived tackling a bear!

[cartoondrawer]

My goofy ass CANNOT draw animals🙏‼️

Thank you to @lovelynurseandhenchman for helping me come up with animals ‼️🙏🙏🫶🫶🫶🫶

[ashton-slashton]

By the way! I have ONE single gripe about The Terror, and that is the fact that when you look at the Tuunbaq in the show, it genuinely feels like they... underestimated the sheer size of a polar bear, especially when they say "It's about three times the size of a polar bear."

My mom, as a child, saw a living polar bear once. In the circus. She was able to essentially stand right in front of it, and she says that they are just so frighteningly large that it's hard to even imagine unless you see one up close. The way she described it to me was, "If that polar bear stood upright in our livingroom, with our eight foot ceilings, he'd still be able to peek his head up into the second story."

The average male polar bear stands at about 9ft tall, 5ft at the shoulder, and can weigh between 700-1,000 lbs.

Here's a picture of one in the circus, and one that had been stuffed, and then the Tuunbaq as we see it in the show.

There are other scenes in which you can see the size compared to that of a human better, but they're a bit... gory. But the Tuunbaq as depicted in the show is kind of just... the size of a decently sized average polar bear, with a slightly bulkier build.

What I'm saying is that realistically... imagine the largest living land carnivore... and triple it. Put two more polar bears on the shoulders on the Tuunbaq, and THEN you can maybe imagine the sheer size. That's what I call "fuckoff huge".

[2000beanies]

[geneslovee]

im thinking of changing my name again because im cursing at my 14 year old self who picked this random white name for me to live with now so ive been researching traditional Sakha names to get it right and apparently before the russians came and fucked up all our shit with their taxes and christianity, it was the norm for every Sakha person to change their name in their lifetime if not twice, then three times, and who knows if maybe more

basically, the newborn Sakha in the pre-christianity era would be given a name right away after birth like all kids, but once they grew up and started exhibiting individual traits they would be given a descriptive nickname which could describe pretty much anything about a person - positive characteristics, negative characteristics, physical quirks, facial features, body type, age, etc etc. one of my faves i found was Бэлтэкэ (Belteke) with means ‘round face’. would fit me ngl

anyways this is awesome news for me and i just wanted to share because learning that changing names throughout your life is historically super normal for our people makes me feel better about changing it for the second time, yknow? especially with the fact that those names were an individual’s descriptor. almost kind of like being trans and changing your name to one that suits you as a person better so you don’t walk around with the one that had nothing to do with who you really are on a personal level for your whole life

[deadboystims]

lps 759 stimboard with blue, cozy stims and polar bears !

ᯓ★ x x x , x x x , x x x

[adokle]

Max: "Eager to see how the number one of North Island compares to the southern cap's top boarder. So go for broke, yeah?"  

Bark: *Punches palm*

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Bark meets Max from the Snowboard Kids series (cuz Atlus, thus Sega).

He's unheard of in pro circles, but if you're on the slopes of North Island looking for the top dog, Bark's the one locals will point you to without fail.     

[nylonnye2]

This blog is full of shit don't listen to a word this guy says

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Here, have a snippet of the first time Richie dines with the Berzattos, I wrote in my "I need to know more about Richie's family and his relationship with Mickey" brainrot.

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It’s only when he placed down his cutlery that he realised he’d finished first. A combination of no breakfast or lunch had built up into the ball of ravenous hunger that had been slowly eating his insides in a familiar way all afternoon until they got to the dinner table. The low clattering and scrapes of forks on plates stopped as he looked up to see Donna Berzatto, the mother bear herself, staring right at him. 

The familiar drop of his stomach. Her bold stare, the eye contact. He was a guest in their home, how dare he eat like such a pig. He’d be banned from Mickey’s life, banned from the house and exiled from Chicago, socially speaking anyway. Fear bubbled up, popping in worries of ‘It’ll be like before we settled all over again’ and the claustrophobic silences of home stretched out into forever until he died with a gun in his hand because no one taught him to speak up for himself and tell his dad he didn’t want to serve. 

“Richie,” she said, her words all warm and passion. “Would you like seconds?”

The blood pulsing in his ears quietned. Never in his life had he had seconds. He ate what was on his plate and that was it, it was the first thing taken away if he was bad. He’d gotten used to burning his report cards, he’d learnt which days he should race home to stop letters to his parents, or what days he should unplug the phone but hide the cord so no one would suspect a thing. 

“Yes please, mam, if I’m allowed”

“If I’m allowed?” Donna laughed, her glass of wine threatening to spill over the crisp white tablecloth. “We’re italian, honey, it’s how we show our love.”

Love. He’d only been over a few times, and she’d already said love. He’d never heard his parents say they loved each other, barely heard his mother say it, especially when his dad was home. 

She reached over for his plate, piling more pasta, he didn’t know the difference between all the types, onto his place, and more of that bread she’d screamed the house down that no one was helping her knead, and how she’d been proving it for hours without anyone caring to ask how she was. As she placed his plate back in front of him, his stomach gurgled loud enough that Mickey glanced over at him, his eyebrow raised and that spark of concern in his eyes again. 

“And don’t call me, Mam, makes me feel ancient, Donna’s fine, honey.”

“Thank you, ma-Donna.” He replied with a wavering smile. 

She ruffled his hair, her breath smelling of wine, and lay a kiss on his temple before taking her seat at the head of the table again. 

Richie could never go home after this. He wondered if he’d be allowed to stay in Mickey’s room, he didn’t mind sleeping on the floor, or in the basement. Anything was better than being suffocated at home. He wanted to stay forever in the warm arms of second portions, screaming in the kitchen, wine on the breath and love for as long as he could. 

He could never go home again.

[kidcore-nostalgia]

[seagull-scribbles]

We would try to do it Santa but-