#rattlers and gators

[jolteonmchale]

Animal Control 3x02 - "Rattlers and Gators"

[hunnam]

Joel McHale Animal Control - 3.02 "Rattlers and Gators"

[damn-it-sungyeol]

Animal Control S03E02 | Rattlers and Gators

[twistedtummies2]

Louis from "The Princess and the Frog" for the rankings

God of Gas / Belch King / Burp Factory / Ye Olde Gasbag / No Thanks / Who?

You guys have been giving me some hard ones lately, and Louis is no exception. LOL On the one hand, he's a crush that's sort of off-and-on for me; sometimes I'm VERY into him, other times I'm not into him much at all. He's one of my more noteworthy gator/croc crushes, but he's also one of the most fluctuating. On the other hand...even in my off time, it's hard to deny he'd be a BIG belcher. Because just about everything about Louis is big: his energy, his appetite, his gut, his voice, etc. On that note, with pipes like those, he could probably create some real wall-rattlers that almost sound operatic in their depth and volume. And, being from the bayou, the "Swamp Gas" jokes are too easy to avoid. XD So, yeah...I can't comfortably give him either rank solidly, so I'll say he floats up there somewhere.

[xenomorphee3]

More Recoms + Spider Flashback shenanigans from my story!

From Chapter 5. Departure

[Flashback to the time the recoms and Spider were together, a few days after they got their Banshees]

The recoms were traveling as full tilt Na’vi for a while now. They had their banshees, they were eating Pandoran fruits and nuts, even hunting. Spider, who still felt like a prisoner to a strong degree was actually impressed with the way the team adapted to the environment. He never said it, but he knew that being Avatars, err, recoms, was helping them in this regard… Something that Spider wished so badly that he could experience.

While the group was having an afternoon meal one day in a beautiful, grassy clearing next to a waterfall and a medium-sized basin that the falls fed into, Spider went to sit on a log overlooking the falls, his legs up against his chest and his arms wrapped over them. Spider was visibly pouting, cursing the universe for the idea that these murdering assholes had recom bodies and he had to wear an exopack and paint himself with blue stripes to try to fit in better.

The seven recoms were seated together eating when Prager glanced over at Spider on the log and asked, “What up with the kid?”

Miles peered over to see him upset and he felt compelled for some reason to go comfort him. Miles let out a loud sigh, placed his leaf of food to the side, stood up, and walked his imposing form over to Spider. He just sat next to him on the log without a word. Spider, his knees held against his chest, just turned his head away from his hybrid-clone kidnapper. They sat in silence for a while, the sound of the waterfall and some of their banshees flying overhead filling the air.

Miles suddenly broke the silence by saying, “Football.”

Spider brought his head around and looked at Miles with a bewildered expression. The randomness of the word disrupted the pouting demeanor he was trying to maintain.

Miles then looked down towards Spider, smiled, and said, “ When I was a good bit younger than you, well... when human Miles Quaritch was a little younger than you, his father took him to a football game. And American Football, none of that kicking shit. Yeah, it was a dying sport, but you could still find some games around when I was a kid.”

Spider had no idea of what "football" even was and was especially confused as to how a game with the word "foot" in its name had no kicking apparently. Miles picked up on his confusion and grinned, but continued speaking.

“Anyway, so me and my old man went to one of our favorite matchups. The Kansas City Rattlers vs. the Trenton Gators. I misplaced what I thought was my lucky cap and I couldn’t bring it to the game. Every time I brought my cap, the Rattlers won. I was so mad that I no longer had it. Spent that entire game upset and worried that the team was gonna lose because of me. And you know what? Rattlers won. And it was a great game. A real nail-biter. I missed out on enjoying this game because I was busy being upset over something I had no control of.” 

Spider truly couldn’t believe that this guy was really sitting here trying to relate his childhood sporting experience to his kidnapping and being used to hunt down his friends and the people he cared about. People he considered family. In fact, Spider felt compelled to say exactly that.

“Are you seriously trying to compare your childhood ‘whatever ball’ game to taking me and hunting down my friends?” he said with irritation. 

Miles smirked and bit his lower lip in mild frustration and then expressed, “No, kid. I’m telling you that if ya spend all your time worrying about something while the world moves on around you, one day you’ll look up and the world will have passed.”

Miles, though knowing he was not great at this, was trying to give some fatherly wisdom.

“We ain’t hurtin’ ya. You’ve got food, water, our protection, and a comfortable place to rest at night. You’re teachin’ us some Na’vi, showing us the way of the land. You even get to ride our banshees. Now how many humans have done that, huh? You got some impressive hours logged, kid,” Miles continued, with a positive, friendly tone.

Spider looked up into Miles' gentle eyes with a dually pissed and thoughtful expression. Spider then realized he was right—regarding his Ikran flight. The answer was probably none. Until him. That suddenly made him feel special.

“You got it pretty made for a captive. We’re havin’ a good time."

Right on cue there was laughter from the other recoms a few yards away, no doubt due to some Wainfleet or Prager-delivered joke. Spider loosened his grip on his legs and let them relax over the log, then looked down and pondered what his Na’vi hybrid captor with his father’s memories had just said and how he said it. His careand sincerity. Reflexively, Miles gently reached out to place his huge blue hand on Spider’s back. The way the Colonel had comforted many a despondent Marine or security personnel under his command in the past. However, this was slightly different. It felt even more real and sincere. He was comforting a son, not a soldier.

Spider, to Miles’ surprise and solace, didn’t react negatively to his touch. Not so deep down, Spider found himself deriving comfort from his hand—a comfort that he was conflicted over, but his spirits were a bit lifted, regardless. Seeing Spider coming up out of his negative mood, Miles slapped his thighs and stood up in a typical dad-like fashion, and he went to look over the steep ledge down at the basin's pool and the falls. He thought for a moment, assessing what was below him, the pinks of his ears forward and tail curling lightly.

Suddenly, he yelled over to his recoms who were still chuckling over whatever funny shenanigans just happened. “Alright, Marines!” All of the recoms’ heads quickly turned, ears attuned to their Colonel. “When’s the last time any of you had a shower?” he asked, humored, the positive energy of his voice captivating Spider.

The recom team chuckled.

“I don’t know about you all, but this Na’vi nose of mine is pretty sensitive, and I’m getting damn sick of the stank of Na’vi B.O.,” Miles remarked, playfully serious.

The six recoms smiled and laughed, but to their sudden shock, their Colonel leaped off the ledge and dove into the basin below with a neat splash. Spider was the first to run and look over the cliff edge in borderline horror. The way down had to be at least eighty feet. Maybe a hundred. All the recoms quickly ran to the ledge to join Spider in looking down for their leader.

To everyone’s great relief, Miles popped up out of the water below and he yelled, “Come on Marines. That’s an order. I can’t take it anymore, you’re offendin' me,” he yelled, amused.

The recoms gave each other some funny looks, including ones that said, he’s lost his mind, but they started to remove any gear they did not want to get wet. Suddenly, Prager, shirtless, jumped down without a moment’s warning, screaming “Woooo," all the way down. This made Spider lightly laugh and the rest of the Marines excitedly jumped into the refreshing water one by one. Except for Z-Dog.

When Spider gave her a confused look as to why she stayed, she simply commented, “Well someone’s gotta stay up here and keep an eye on you. I volunteer,” with her tattooed arms crossed, and she blew a bubble gum bubble.

Spider smirked and gave a friendly, eye-rolling scoff under his exopack and looked back down to see the recoms acting like literal kids, splashing each other, Ja dunking Lopez under the water as he protested. Mansk was just peacefully floating on his back until Wainfleet tackled him.

Miles was wiping his face with his hands when he looked up to see Z-Dog and Spider looking down at them. His sharp vision could pick up the huge grin on Spider’s face and he couldn’t help but grin in response.

[Flashforward to Miles, Lyle, and Mansk in the Kestrel headed to the archipelago home of the Ash People]

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[savagesneversleepnyc]

COLORS OF JULY

RED is what she said

As hands that never tire

Pluck tender coals

To cast the ORE

Of the hammer to crack

The broken wheel

Grinning at the sky

Ants scurry to chase

The grace of shadows that

Cast cool silhouettes and

Hues of RED

7.2.24.00003 HOD OGE

ORANGE dots and spots of

sidewalk chalk as

Dogs squat with piercing eyes over

The steel rain guard

The rust of the industry

Drips into the gutter

A copper finger so filthy

No one could love it

Not even a mutha

2:01pm HOD BK 7.1.24

GREEN

PETALS WAIT AS BEAMS BREAK

DEWY DROPS APART

LULLING THEIR TIRED EYELET

TO QUENCH THE THIRSTY MUD

SLENDER ROOTS CREEP IN TINY

INCREMENTS NEXT

TO EARTHWORMS

AND SQUIRRELS BURROWS

FROM LILLY PAD

TO LICHEN

AND MOSS TO

GREEN EVERGLADES SLURRY

FROM CANOPY

TO FIRMAMENT BELOW

GREEN

11:32am YARDIE 6.30.24.0000003 OGE

VIOLET

VIOLET TIPS OF TULIP

DRIPS AND PUDDLES

ON PUTNAM THAT JIMMY’Z

DOG MADE AGAIN

THE BREAD IS FRESH

BUT THE PRICE OF

FLOUR AND OIL STAY STEEP

AS SAPPHIRE EYE CAST SMILES

THROUGH ANCIENT

STAINED GLASS TEETH

THE HEART OF PURPLE

GLORY ON THE CARD

IS ODD

BUT SO

IS THE

VIOLET BALL

10:56am NYU NYC 7.2.24.000003 OGE

Blue

Tiles fish platelets and rays coveted dismay

ELLs prone lurched as URCHINS spines unwind ALGEE and PLATYPUS papyrus siren’s beckon call roll in ORCA and SEA CUCUMBER clamor PUFFER’S at BAFIN BAY

Cold torrent trust over straits and PENGUINS gate WALRUS tusks sink vessels as lesser vassals of MACREL, SNAPPER, FLUKE and GROUPER slap the flailing sailors bailing BLUE buckets of CHUM and DUCKETTS too shiny to be mined in ocean beds were OCTOPUS GARDENS are REEFS that have old teeth TOO HUMBLE to MUMBLE back LAUGHTER over the claps of tiny GULLS picking CLOWN FISH from SHALLOWS so clear BLUE reflecting the under from the sand and rock that keep the BOX JELLY cozy and lonely LIKE a TIGER SHARK swims back up the canal in a VOW to somehow sniff out and BITE the RIGHT one who HARPOONED his brethren GATOR while cackling like HILLBILLIES chugging warm BUSCH BEERS out of a BLUE COOLER half over flowing with CATCH and the snouts of COPPERHEADS that slink over the rail

THE DEAD WOOD of the flooded floor below the BLUE blanket that hangs all the CATFISH and TICKS back when TIMBER RATTLERS all charge the beach at SUNSET

BLUE as ABOVE and BELOW and the NOTE we summon and LIVE LOVE KNOW AS NONE OTHER or the interval we command the tiller with in the GALE… Athe eye of MOBY DICK blinks again before thinking which one them to EAT FIRST…

FOR the OCEAN is a JUNGLE and the LAW of ORDER as such shall make WEAK into FOOD to sustain a BROOD as this the WAY as tides turn slowly to MERMAIDS and DREAMS I CHOOSE TO SEE… BLUE

5:06am YARDIE HOD

7.4.24.00000003

OGE IZU

INDIGO

INDIGO BLIND

GAZING WITH EYES SLAMMED SHUT

WANDERING AS A MOLE TO THE HOLE

BUT AS A MAN IN THE HEATH OR DESERT

OR SEA ALONE TO PONDER THE SOUP OF POINTS OF LIGHT ABOVE THAT ARE ALL SO FAR OFF YET GLEEM LIKE A BILLION SUNS OF INDGO HUES SHE USED TO TAKE THE SHINE INSIDE US AND GUIDE THROUGH CHOPPY WATERS AND PUT ON A WHITE KNIT BERET IN MIDTOWN WITH A FROWN AND IDIGO WENT IN MY HEART AS THE TRAIN ROLLS TO THE BLUE TUBE WE USED TO HOLD HANDS WAITING FIR ANYTHING ANYWHERE TO TRANSFORM OUR MESS INTO A GEM WE KNOW AND ALWAYS HOLD GLOWS IDIGO

5:14am YARDIE HOD

7.5.24.0000003

[shelbbswrites]

I like that this week's #AnimalControlFOX gives the pack’s interpersonal relationships some bite. I'm intrigued by the Frank and Fiona of it all, but the Emily & Shred and Victoria & Patel bits are the most successful (TO ME). Here's my "Rattlers and Gators" review:

[cathedral-of-the-forest]

Well we got to get up close and personal with murder shit on this evening’s hike. And we were not even hiking yet. These two were on the road during the drive in. The gator is a tweener. No longer a juvenile At 5 ft, but not sexually mature yet until it grows another ft of so. The Timber Rattler is a toddler. If you look at the rattle it has one, maybe two, segments and it is might be 15 inches long.

[maternal-extinct]

the thing about a gators hiss or a rattlers rattle is that they're just being polite. the critter doesn't have to warn you, they know how to sneak and pick your blind spot. instead they just say "hey, I'm right here. go somewhere else"

[jolteonmchale]

Animal Control 3x02 - "Rattlers and Gators"

[gatorsportsfan]

Gators get votes in USA TODAY Sports Coaches Poll after flawless week

Todd Golden’s Florida basketball program had a solid week of play, easily handling the Florida A&M Rattlers before routing the Florida State Seminoles — both inside the friendly confines of the O’Connell Center. While neither victory came against a ranked team and both represent part of the early non-conference schedule, it was enough to earn some recognition after failing to land a vote in the…

[the-dissection]

Week 4 Results

Closing out week 4, we had some interesting results that I certainly did not see coming. The Alabama Crimson Tide was able to hold off number 13 Ole Miss 24-10 to move their spot in the top 25 from 13 to 12. The LSU Tigers had a close matchup with the Arkansas Razorbacks, winning by only 3 points, flip-flopping their ranking with Alabama, as they now sit at number 13. Shockingly, Missouri is now in the top 25 after their 34-27 win against Memphis, sitting at number 23 behind the Florida Gators, who have moved from number 25 to 22 after defeating Charlotte. We had a SE matchup of Auburn versus Texas A&M, and the Aggies took the win, but they are still left unranked going into week 5. The South Carolina Gamecocks secured a win in an intense game against Mississippi State, winning 37-30, leaving QB Spencer Rattler names as SEC co-offensive player of the week once again. Rattler had more touchdown passes than he had incomplete in the game, with 3 touchdown passes and only 2 out of 20 incomplete throws.

[dailyselfshipgames]

Florida Man, NASA Security Guard yells "Hi-Yaaaa!!!" and karate chops alligator in parking lot struggle

Daily Selfship Reblog Game #1 !!!!!!

Starting off strong! Reblog this post with a photo of your f/o(s), and I'll assign them a florida man news article! Example below.

Florida man arrested for drunkenly arming himself with a samurai sword.

[mythologies-mayhem]

Hello this is my first post so yay! This post will be about a popular book series titled Wings Of Fire it is amazing i suggests checking it out now this is in no way canon to the books its simply a fanfic all credits go to the author Tui

Wof Au Variants

Skywings

Icewings

Mudwings

Rainwings

Seawings

Sandwings

Leafwings

Hivewings

Silkwings

Beetlewings

The variants of the sandwing the quick  stinger, the venomous hood, and the venomous rattler

The variants of the rainwing the color changers, the poisonous slickscales, and the suffocating restrictors

The variants of the Mudwing the croc, the gator, the caiman, and the gharial they can live in fresh or saltwater

The variants of the seawing the deepwater swimmers, the ocean dweller and the freshwater dweller all look like species of fish

The Leafwing has no variant but they do all look like a leaf of some sort this is genetic

The variants of the silkwing the butterfly and the moth like the leafwing they look like a species of either type this is also genetic

The variants of the hivewing the bee, the hornet, and the wasp

The beetlewing has no variant but like the leaf and silkwing they look like various species of beetle this is once again genetic

The variants of the Icewings the polar bear the walrus, the seal, and the owl

The variants of the nightwing the bat the owl

skywings have no variants but can vary in color