#this is NOT how you request folks!

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[sophsun1]

Britin + Smiling into kisses

[chairofchaos]

55 or 57

Maybe Azriel x Eris or Tamlin x Nyx

All about the sweet fluff amidst family filled drama

Banned from Bed | Tamlin x Nyx (Nymlin?)

A/N: Anon, I hope you find this appropriately sweet because I laughed like a maniac the whole time I was writing this. Enjoy!

“It isn’t fair.”

Tamlin opened his eyes, darkness in the room around him. Being awoken in the middle of the night was nothing new, not with his lover being the Prince of Velaris.

“I hate it, Tamlin,” Nyx sighed, sitting delicately at the edge of the bed. “We’ve been hiding this for a century.”

Tamlin sat up, reaching for the raven-haired male. They had this conversation every so often, but the instances Nyx brought it up were increasing in frequency. “I know.” 

Nyx sighed once more, kicking his boots off unceremoniously. His wings flared behind him as he threw his body over Tamlin’s, tackling him both back into the pillows. Tamlin couldn’t help but laugh.

“My birthday is in a couple of months,” Nyx continued. “I want to celebrate here, with you. It was bad enough not being able to see you around the Winter Solstice.” 

Tamlin drew in a deep breath. “I would love to. You know what that would mean.”

“I know.”

“Would you be ready for that?”

“I’m turning 400. None of this should matter.”

“And because you’re turning 400,” Tamlin teased, kneading Nyx’s shoulders, “You know exactly why it matters.”

Nyx nipped at Tamlin’s neck with an equally teasing snarl. “I can’t help the fact that they both need mind healing and won’t get any.” 

Tamlin laughed at that, rolling Nyx off of his body as he sat up. “Well. Truer words. Come on, your shoulders are ridiculously tense.”

“I flew here,” Nyx admitted. “I know, I know. I’m getting older. You're older still, Mr. Nine-Hundred-and-Ten. But Dad was having sex in the sky-”

“Nyx please,” Tamlin groaned, covering Nyx’s mouth with his hand. “Please, please do not talk about your parents’ sex life when we are in bed. Or ever.”

“Hmm?” Nyx hummed against Tamlin’s hand, his eyes flaring with challenge as the bond between them coursed with a matching fire.

“Darling,” Tamlin ground out between gritted teeth. “Please.”

A sudden abnormal darkness filled the space between them, and faster than even he could blink, Tamlin found himself being pushed back into the pillows before the normal darkness of night returned.

“What did I say,” Nyx pressed Tamlin’s hands into the bed with his own, “About calling me ‘darling’?”

“Well. Apparently topics previously banned from bed were allowed.”

Nyx’s blue eyes narrowed. “Really. So you’re goi- oomph!”

Tamlin had flipped them back the other way, slotting his hips between Nyx’s thighs while he shifted his legs to a larger form in order to weigh his mate down. “I’m going to kill this conversation.”

“Oh?”

“I mean it. Your shoulders are seriously terrible. Please roll over and let me help.”

“Fine,” Nyx sighed dramatically, raising his head to give Tamlin a brief kiss. “If you insist.”

Still, Tamlin didn’t move. He watched his mate stare up at him for a moment before speaking. “Do you mean it? About telling them before your birthday?”

“Yes.”

“We should talk about it again in the morning, but I would plan a mating ceremony in a heartbeat if you let me.”

Nyx paused, then nodded. “Let’s plan a mating ceremony, my beast.”

Tamlin chuckled lowly, lowering all his weight atop his mate’s body. “As you wish, my prince.”

[rosewheresheshouldntbe]

> Rose: Confess to Kanaya!

Rose: I love you.

Kanaya: Y Yo Ati, Rose.

> Rose: Get swallowed by something that looks like Venom.

> Rose: Get sent to super hell!

> Kanaya: Have something very gay and homophobic happen to you.

Kanaya: ...

What an absolute diversity loss. You find yourself thinking "love loses!"

[nonasbirthday]

sometimes on neopets when i'm bored i'll try looking up different TLT character names just to see how people have customized their pets and so far the results have NOT disappointed

[shallowseeker]

It was a post that mostly screenshots but it had some good parallels. I think it was a lot of Henry, John, Cas, and Jack. Do you remember if it was you?

I looked for these for the past few days! Was it these? This was a freeform, and very VERY messy. I've tried to make it into a list to make it... at least jumpable.

A father’s duty; work and family and protection and–

Post 1 - "Fathers should protect" Images of young John, Kelly, Cas, Jack, child John, Henry, Dean It’s too big. It’s too big for everyone. These expectations. Work, provide stability, provide food/water/shelter, protect, preparation, take on the world, uphold the world. Post 2 - "Henry & Cas" Only two images, both Cas and Henry lamenting "IF I COULD GO BACK" Post 3 (scroll) - "Broken home" Starts with the image of the cars at the broken house Cas & the dilapidated family home - And we have it again, the dilapidated family house, with Dean’s car and the ghostly truck-of-the-father, followed by some scenes of Cas in his truck. Post 4 - "@ironworked comments" Starts with images of Castiel and Anael discussing how God isn't with them " They don’t have time to process anything. There’s just no time. Cas makes the right decision, just too late... He decides to go home! He concludes that even without God, we have each other." Post 5 (scroll) - "WORK; more commentary" Starts with images of Dean and Cas in the bunker, Cas in "work clothes" and Dean clad in his sleeping robe "...then they’re tragically caught in that same fight of trying to be everything, to shoulder these intense, heavy weights of life. ...And Dean’s face transforms from something soft to dazed-and-alarmed. It’s kind of heartbreaking how even when they’re being honest with each other and looking for other ways, it’s still too much." Post 6 (scroll) - "Sam + communication, Cas in the wind" Starts with images of Sam talking to Cas, talking to John Sam expresses his frustration on the phone with Cas being gone again. It hearkens to other Sam phone calls - John, Cas previously. Plus: Dean's spinning out, and the "Jack is not family" of it all. Post 7 (scroll) - "War-son" Starts with a long text-quote of Dean talking to John's grave The tragedy of Jack, the war-son. And the legacy of heroism in The Winchester family line of heirs. (Aside/// Sam is a spare. Dean and Jack are heirs. etc etc. ) Plus: Hopelessness. Emptiness. They all feel it. Post 8 (scroll) - "Amara: Starts with Images of Amara When we look at the bomb detonated, we think about the previous detonation, intractably tied up with darkness. AMARA. Post 9 - (scroll) - "TFW reunited... too late?" Starts with Images of Dean freaking out After Jack whispers, “Don’t let me hurt you,” we’re thrown back into a united TFW, rallying themselves and not giving into their specific flavors of Despair. Dean breaks his chains and takes on death.

I made the links because I feel like there were a couple of other anons that focused on these topics, and from what I gather, it's related to the weekend discourse that I, amazingly... totally missed out on.

Fair warning again: This is hard to sift through because I'm chaotic. But there's some stuff in there you might like if you dig.

Hopefully, this is the post that you meant!

[starflungwaddledee]

been working on answering a prompt i received in an ask the other day, and so i'm back thinking about... the Thing... 💖🎀 and thought maybe prompt doodles might help me work through this a little?

so uhhh.... if by any wild chance anyone has any ship suggestions for starstruck...??? feel free to send them through!

[crow-quet]

im currently at my Job but if yall wanna send in mlp ships (or hell. even warrior cats ships) i'll draw/design fankids for them. doesnt matter if ive done them before or already have designs for them i'll do em again. if yall want like 17 rarijack kids i'll do it (or try)

anyways the ask box is OPEN :3

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

send us asks maybe. mayhaps :3

[dokries]

i may perhaps be in over my head in requests (i’m being over dramatic but seriously guys i can’t think 😭) so they’ll be closed for a lil bit </3

i will try to get the 4 requests i have in my inbox right now done soon ! there’s one i got today that i’ll try to write, but i can’t guarantee it (anon if you’re reading this, i’m sorry :<)

i also really need to focus on school so i might be inactive on here as well! not sure how serious it’ll get if i’m being fr…lots of love though 🫶🫶

[dootznbootz]

...It's kind of wild when the terf that you got into a fight with and had to write an essay on "Why violence is wrong" back in high school now works at the pharmacy where you get your medication from...

[echonidae]

Eïdjar my beloved... a cellshaded commission for Escapado-draw over on dA!! Esca proposed a challenge to work with interior decor/furniture, hence the more elaborate background — learned a lot working on this c: also just overjoyed to draw this lad again (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[rosewheresheshouldntbe]

Rose in the Lucky Luciano "you know I had to do it to em" sidewalk

> Rose: Do it to em.

[sergle]

Ppl are getting mad again that I asked them not to tag my Self Portraits Of Me That I made as "me", because they're me, and it's weird to read Also people are being weird about reading comprehension again, seeing the words I typed and instead deciding that I think they Aren't Allowed To Relate To Art At All

pink carnations for the floral portrait series + detail (pls do not tag as "me", thank you!!)

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

average United States contains 1000s of pet tigers in backyards" factoid actualy [sic] just statistical error. average person has 0 tigers on property. Activist Georg, who lives the U.S. Capitol & makes up over 10,000 each day, has purposefully been spreading disinformation adn [sic] should not have been counted

I have a big mad today, folks. It's a really frustrating one, because years worth of work has been validated... but the reason for that fucking sucks.

For almost a decade, I've been trying to fact-check the claim that there "are 10,000 to 20,000 pet tigers/big cats in backyards in the United States." I talked to zoo, sanctuary, and private cat people; I looked at legislation, regulation, attack/death/escape incident rates; I read everything I could get my hands on. None of it made sense. None of it lined up. I couldn't find data supporting anything like the population of pet cats being alleged to exist. Some of you might remember the series I published on those findings from 2018 or so under the hashtag #CrouchingTigerHiddenData. I've continued to work on it in the six years since, including publishing a peer reviewed study that counted all the non-pet big cats in the US (because even though they're regulated, apparently nobody bothered to keep track of those either).

I spent years of my life obsessing over that statistic because it was being used to push for new federal legislation that, while well intentioned, contained language that would, and has, created real problems for ethical facilities that have big cats. I wrote a comprehensive - 35 page! - analysis of the issues with the then-current version of the Big Cat Public Safety Act in 2020. When the bill was first introduced to Congress in 2013, a lot of groups promoted it by fear mongering: there's so many pet tigers! they could be hidden around every corner! they could escape and attack you! they could come out of nowhere and eat your children!! Tiger King exposed the masses to the idea of "thousands of abused backyard big cats": as a result the messaging around the bill shifted to being welfare-focused, and the law passed in 2022.

The Big Cat Public Safety Act created a registry, and anyone who owned a private cat and wanted to keep it had to join. If they did, they could keep the animal until it passed, as long as they followed certain strictures (no getting more, no public contact, etc). Don’t register and get caught? Cat is seized and major punishment for you. Registering is therefore highly incentivized. That registry closed in June of 2023, and you can now get that registration data via a Freedom of Information Act request.

Guess how many pet big cats were registered in the whole country?

97.

Not tens of thousands. Not thousands. Not even triple digits. 97.

And that isn't even the right number! Ten USDA licensed facilities registered erroneously. That accounts for 55 of 97 animals. Which leaves us with 42 pet big cats, of all species, in the entire country.

Now, I know that not everyone may have registered. There's probably someone living deep in the woods somewhere with their illegal pet cougar, and there's been at least one random person in Texas arrested for trying to sell a cub since the law passed. But - and here's the big thing - even if there are ten times as many hidden cats than people who registered them - that's nowhere near ten thousand animals. Obviously, I had some questions.

Guess what? Turns out, this is because it was never real. That huge number never had data behind it, wasn't likely to be accurate, and the advocacy groups using that statistic to fearmonger and drive their agenda knew it... and didn't see a problem with that.

Allow me to introduce you to an article published last week.

This article is good. (Full disclose, I'm quoted in it). It's comprehensive and fairly written, and they did their due diligence reporting and fact-checking the piece. They talked to a lot of people on all sides of the story.

But thing that really gets me?

Multiple representatives from major advocacy organizations who worked on the Big Cat Publix Safety Act told the reporter that they knew the statistics they were quoting weren't real. And that they don't care. The end justifies the means, the good guys won over the bad guys, that's just how lobbying works after all. They're so blase about it, it makes my stomach hurt. Let me pull some excerpts from the quotes.

"Whatever the true number, nearly everyone in the debate acknowledges a disparity between the actual census and the figures cited by lawmakers. “The 20,000 number is not real,” said Bill Nimmo, founder of Tigers in America. (...) For his part, Nimmo at Tigers in America sees the exaggerated figure as part of the political process. Prior to the passage of the bill, he said, businesses that exhibited and bred big cats juiced the numbers, too. (...) “I’m not justifying the hyperbolic 20,000,” Nimmo said. “In the world of comparing hyperbole, the good guys won this one.”

"Michelle Sinnott, director and counsel for captive animal law enforcement at the PETA Foundation, emphasized that the law accomplished what it was set out to do. (...) Specific numbers are not what really matter, she said: “Whether there’s one big cat in a private home or whether there’s 10,000 big cats in a private home, the underlying problem of industry is still there.”"

I have no problem with a law ending the private ownership of big cats, and with ending cub petting practices. What I do have a problem with is that these organizations purposefully spread disinformation for years in order to push for it. By their own admission, they repeatedly and intentionally promoted false statistics within Congress. For a decade.

No wonder it never made sense. No wonder no matter where I looked, I couldn't figure out how any of these groups got those numbers, why there was never any data to back any of the claims up, why everything I learned seemed to actively contradict it. It was never real. These people decided the truth didn't matter. They knew they had no proof, couldn't verify their shocking numbers... and they decided that was fine, if it achieved the end they wanted.

So members of the public - probably like you, reading this - and legislators who care about big cats and want to see legislation exist to protect them? They got played, got fed false information through a TV show designed to tug at heartstrings, and it got a law through Congress that's causing real problems for ethical captive big cat management. The 20,000 pet cat number was too sexy - too much of a crisis - for anyone to want to look past it and check that the language of the law wouldn't mess things up up for good zoos and sanctuaries. Whoops! At least the "bad guys" lost, right? (The problems are covered somewhat in the article linked, and I'll go into more details in a future post. You can also read my analysis from 2020, linked up top.)

Now, I know. Something something something facts don't matter this much in our post-truth era, stop caring so much, that's just how politics work, etc. I’m sorry, but no. Absolutely not.

Laws that will impact the welfare of living animals must be crafted carefully, thoughtfully, and precisely in order to ensure they achieve their goals without accidental negative impacts. We have a duty of care to ensure that. And in this case, the law also impacts reservoir populations for critically endangered species! We can't get those back if we mess them up. So maybe, just maybe, if legislators hadn't been so focused on all those alleged pet cats, the bill could have been written narrowly and precisely.

But the minutiae of regulatory impacts aren't sexy, and tiger abuse and TV shows about terrible people are. We all got misled, and now we're here, and the animals in good facilities are already paying for it.

I don't have a conclusion. I'm just mad. The public deserves to know the truth about animal legislation they're voting for, and I hope we all call on our legislators in the future to be far more critical of the data they get fed.

[stew-chan]

I had gotten 6 sovereign citizens all year until today where I'm pushing 4 and still have four hours of work left. I just *know* some Facebook zoom conference or something stupid happened.

what amazes me is how every single one of these people thinks they know the secret to law immunity but they all have completely different terms they use.

no there is no "master birth certificate".

the foot print version is an old commemorative certified from hospitals that isn't a legal document.

apostille is for using docs overseas not a secret "make the state give you your personhood".

there is no federal level apostille that's why you can't find info on who to call.

your birth certificate is not worth any money that's why they're cheap as hell in Florida and you can request 100 copies if you want.

please stop calling me. go buy some sound bath crystals or something instead