#tiger endangerment

[tigerfunfacts]

Daily Tiger Fact #6: Tigers, out of every species, are the largest big cat!

[fatkish]

Hi! I'm a big fan of the work you do, and I was hoping that I could make a request! Headcanons for Midnight, Mt Lady, Ryukyu, and the Wild Wild Pussycats (Sorry if this is a lot! Please feel free to take as much time as you need if you choose to do this! Also I think that the Wild Wild Pussycats deserve more love from the MHA community) with their adopted son or daughter who suffered from abuse by their previous family and now has a hard time dealing with their trauma.

I'd really appreciate it! Hope you're having an awesome day!

(Sorry for not including Mt. Lady, Pixie Bob, Tiger or Ragdoll. I tried to look up their character profiles but I just couldn’t come up with anything for them or I just couldn’t picture them actually looking after and taking care of a child, sorry)

Midnight, Ryukyu and Mandalay x Adopted, Abused Child Reader

The story here is that your parents were drug addicts or criminals that basically ignored you. You were 8 when you were saved. Each of these guys have different scenarios on how they found you as well as how your life is with them. (Sorry if it’s a little redundant)

Midnight:

Your parents were drug addicts that cooked meth and barely ever paid you any attention

You had gotten used to constant hunger and had learned to live off of dumpster diving

You’d go to the dumpsters behind stores and collect whatever goods/food you could find

Places you often went to were beauty stores since you learned that there was money to be made by selling the products that the stores dump

You were quirkless which is why you were constantly on your own. You’re parents had no idea where you were half of the time and didn’t care

One day when Nemuri had the day off she saw the dirty and malnourished child walk into the alley behind the makeup store

She followed you and saw you climb into the dumpster and start filling up a small backpack with items from the dumpster such as lotions, lipsticks, foundations, perfumes, etc.

When you had finished, you climbed out only to see Nemuri staring down at you

When she asked what you were doing, you immediately tried to run away but she quickly used her quirk to put you to sleep

After finding out about your situation when she brought you to the hospital, your parents were arrested and charged with child neglect and endangerment

Nemuri noticed that you would rarely ask for things and had a hard time advocating for yourself

If she didn’t bring something up first, then you’d likely ignore it or wouldn’t say anything

You felt immense guilt in simply asking for a snack or a hug or things like that

So she started having you use a journal to help you understand and validate your feelings. She’d leave a notepad with a box for you to write down your thoughts and feelings so that you guys can read them together when she has the time

Ryukyu:

You had been another child who was used by the Shei Hassaikai. Your quirk allowed for your blood to cure all types of illnesses

Your parents sold you to Chisaki due to them being in debt and needing the money

Chisaki was using you to create vaccines

When the Raid took place, you managed to escape but were terrified of men

Since Ryukyu was one of the few females involved, she decided to adopt you

You originally hated touch but learned to love it after awhile

Your favorite thing is cuddling with Ryukyu

Ryukyu brings you to her agency and has you do your homeschooling there. If you want to go to public school then that’s fine, but while you’re healing, you get to stay with her

She tells people to let you come to them instead of walking up to you

Nejire is like a big sister to you

Wild Wild Pussycats, Mandalay:

In this case, your parents weren’t as bad, but they weren’t the best. They struggled to understand you and how your mind worked which ultimately led them to unintentionally neglecting you

You were a very quiet child and had a hard time with talking, not that you couldn’t talk, it’s just that speaking was very difficult for you

Your parents lived in a cabin in the woods and you loved it, until a forest fire broke out, you see, your quirk is fire manipulation, basically fire bending, you were playing outside at night when you accidentally set fire to the forest

It quickly spread and ended up consuming your home at night, your parents tried to drive away but they realized you weren’t with them which led them to suffocate from the thick smoke whilst they searched for you

You thought your parents abandoned you so you stayed put in your little tent in the woods. Your quirk allowed to keep the fire at bay but the panic and fear caused the flames to out of control

When the Wild Wild Pussycats got the call, Ragdoll reported your location and quirk. Pixie-Bob used her earth manipulation to smother the flames. While Tiger searched the area, Mandalay tried talking to you telepathically

She helped you breathe and calm down, as you breathed, the flames seemed to grow and shrink with your breathes. After you calmed down, Mandalay eventually reached you and brought you to their place in the woods

Originally you were terrified of fire due to the trauma of accidentally killing your parents, even though they ignored you often

Mandalay introduced you to her nephew Kota, Kota saw how terrified of fire you were and showed you his water quirk

Together with therapy and the joined help of Mandalay and Kota, you slowly learned to accept your quirk and lost your fear of it

Kota also helped you with speech therapy and you slowly learned to speak

Every step of progress you made, no matter how small, was celebrated and praised, even when you relapsed your were congratulated for your effort

[therealslimshakespeare]

IM SORRY DID U SAY YOURE WORKING ON A FIC ABOUT “COP BIG DADDY ELVIS”?!?- please tell us more because this sounds like the greatest thing ever 😭

I did, Mon ami, I did indeed…welcome to the demented 2009, sweaty and non famous cop AU that @eliseinmemphis and myself cooked up in our feral yearnings one night.

Edit: it’s here

Allow me to lay a bit of the setting for us all, and maybe even throw in a few lines from the draft below.

Life is insular when you’ve been born and raised in a trailer park. A little El Paso suburb was never a thriving metropolis, what with its gas stations and dollar stores on the way to nothingness in the desert, but the recession didn’t help none. Your dreams of buying a car that might actually make it above 120 mph and not guzzle your wages in gas is a far off dream when you learn from officer Presley that your entrepreneuring father has been incarnated for racketeering across in Juarez. It’s a shame, a damn shame but it hardly throws a wrench in your life, you were already used to making it however you could. When workin’ at the trucker’s club turns into something a lil more illegal and Elvis has his morning waffle ruined by Joe Esposito yacking about the powers of your pink tongue…he feels a little responsible for leaving you without a father figure. He’s got top notch swamp coolers in his trailer, plenty of food and tiger figurines out front -and he’s got an interest in fast things, just like you.

You could do worse than shack up with such a fella; not that he’s offerin’ but you can tell by the flicker in his eye and the smirk of his lips that he’s as susceptible as the next guy watching you on the pole. Except this sweet, world weary cynic just might screw your gooey insides up worse than any threat or ogle from another man.

Snippet:

“Well, well officer Presley, finally got persnickety about laws, have ya?” you observed to yourself with a grin as you watched the handsome man swagger towards you along the white line in your side mirror, tugging at his pants as he neared, trying to shimmy the article of clothing a little higher but is impeded by his belt, stopped by his sizable belly, his holster and buckle sitting under the bulge of it.

Your mouth watered. It had been a year or two since you saw him last. He was always built, intimidating to all the stupid rascals he keeps in line along the border, but now he had become outright fat and his khaki shirt pulled apart between each button. Yet when he came up to your window, that little boy grin was still gracing one of the most exquisite faces known to man, and his voice was tender and playful when he greeted you, just as you once recalled. You could see his sweaty hair, matted on his chest and belly between the gaps, his underarms had massive pit stains, doubly apparent thanks to the light color of his police uniform.

Your smile had something of the she-wolf in it as you greeted him, sniffing the air in hopes of catching a whiff as he leaned on your window frame, nearly crowding you from outside. “Hey Miss Sweet Cheeks,” he greets, “you know why ya been pulled over?”

“Haven't got a clue, officer.” You stated the truth and enjoyed the way his title rolled off your tongue in a bantering way. It was easy.

Officer, officer. Somebody important and authoritative. No sir, yes sir, Officer.

His left eyebrow quirked and you wondered what he looked like at twenty five, how devastating that expression would have been before his wound and his meds and the water retention. Whatever power it may have once held, it holds nothing to this slightly bemused, slightly cynical world weariness that shows in his every expression now, that had a twitch of an eyebrow making you feel a fool. “You’re goin’ seventy in a forty five, Miss.” his tone was patient even as his face suggested he’d like to tan your hide for being so reckless. “Reckless endangerment of others, and yourself,” he quoted sternly, “it ain’t no small matter and I don’t countenance it on my highway.”

Gosh, you just loved it when he laid claim to government property like highways and interstates. It helped you smile meekly at him and nod.

“Sorry officer, I got lax.” You purred, batting your eyes and you could see the heavy flap of their coal coated weight in your periphery. “I’ve seen you lettin’ me flyby on the interstate. I guess I thought…”

[bekolxeram]

Since there's no more plane for me to speculate over this week, I want to change things up a bit. Today, I want to talk to you about a legendary former Harlem resident.

On a faithful day in 2003, an anonymous 911 call was made requesting urgent medical assistance for a man allegedly attacked by a pit bull. When NYPD officers arrived on the scene, they found a man lying face up near the 5th floor elevators, writhing and screaming in agony. The bone deep wounds in his right forearm and leg, not matching in appearance to a regular dog attack, raised suspicions among the first responders present. The victim of an attack lying about the cause of their injury in order to protect the attacker, is unfortunately a very common occurrence. So the man was taken straight to the emergency room, and police officers planned to follow up on this case later.

3 days later, NYPD returned to the same apartment building where they found the man, to investigate an anonymous tip they'd just received about "a large wild animal that was biting people". When the officers arrived at the man's address, they heard a loud growling noise through the front door and they refused to enter the apartment. Instead, they drilled a hole through a neighbor's wall and pushed a camera mounted on a pole into it. There, they found Ming, the man's best friend who almost killed him. The one he was trying to protect.

Yes, he had a 450-pound Siberian tiger living in his apartment.

A police officer was sent to rappel down the side of the building and shoot a tranquilizer dart at the tiger through the window.

It took more than 6 men to carry Ming out of the door and into the elevator. Oh, after removing Ming from the apartment, the found Al, a 6-foot long alligator, living in another room.

The man was promptly arrested on charges of reckless endangerment and the possession of a wild animal. He ended up pleading guilty and spent 5 months in prison. During his court appearance, he explained that he grew up in foster homes, so he understood how abandonment felt. He decided to take Ming in (together with 2 other tiger cubs) from an exotic animal dealer, because they were abandoned, and he wanted to shower them with all the care they deserved.

Ming was eventually transferred to an animal sanctuary in Ohio to live out the rest of his life, among other tigers. He passed away from natural causes aged 19, in February 2019.

The man, Antoine Yates, said he didn't regret anything. When asked by a reporter what he was thinking by keeping these animals, he replied, "love, baby, love".

You can read more about Ming of Harlem on Wikipedia.

[mamamittens]

A Lone Melody (Pt. 1)

Platonic Yandere Arlong & OC(Melody)

Main

Warnings: Child endangerment, abandonment, possesive behavior, and canonical racism.

Word Count: 1,785

This takes place before Fisher Tiger's death and his "Don't brutally beat the shit out of humans just because you can" speech.

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In a world almost completely covered by sea, it wasn’t humans that were destined to rule, it was fishmen.

This, Arlong knew, was simply an inevitable truth. Like the sun rising and falling in the sky and the ocean waves capsizing ships. One could argue. Fight it. But at the end of the day, this pitiful belief was like a rowboat in a hurricane. That was why he chose to follow Fisher Tiger alongside his childhood friends. Leaving behind Fishman-District, as well as Shyarly. She could handle herself fine now, so Arlong was scarcely worried about her.

For too long, those pathetic humans sat on top of that glorified hill and it was about time someone went up there and taught them a lesson.

Although… for someone so eager to fight back against humans, Fisher Tiger was soft. Soft like Jinbe who kept trying to mediate when they were younger. Arlong didn’t really get it, but he supposed that sometimes there were bigger fish to fry than personally beating the inferiority into their weak, human bodies. He wouldn’t even have time to think if he personally beat up every last arrogant human he came across.

Arlong looked out across the waves as they sailed to their next destination. The waves scarcely choppy as the sun glared down at them. He considered going for a short swim to take a break from the heat.

And that’s when he saw it.

A small iridescent bubble bobbing on the surface. Something inside it wriggling. A fish? Who bubbles a fish? Why? Curious and bored enough to investigate, Arlong leapt into the water, ignoring the startled cry of Jinbe.

“Arlong?! Where are you going, we’re supposed to be cleaning!”

Anything else Jinbe had to say was lost to the waves as Arlong powered effortlessly through the water.

The bubble was small, small enough that Arlong was a little impressed with himself that he even saw it to begin with. Somehow, it hadn’t popped yet, easily sliding into his arms as he brought it closer to see past the reflection of light that danced across the top. When he loomed over it, he was startled to find that it was a baby. Bafflingly enough, a fishman baby at that.

Swaddled in a thick blanket, the baby squirmed, upset at their imprisonment. Chubby face scrunched up and red, a stark contrast to their otherwise cool gray skin tone. White hair obscuring their features in fluffy chunks tipped with red and black. Gills around their tiny neck flaring as they whimpered, small hands with dark gray fingers clenched into tight fists. They didn’t even have teeth yet, gums smooth as they babbled unhappily.

Not wanting to leave the poor baby uncomfortable for much longer, Arlong carefully held the bubble close and swam back to the ship, climbing up the ladder Jinbe lowered.

“Arlong, what did you find?” Jinbe asked, the rest of the crew coming around to see. Arlong took a moment to stand, adjusting the bubble before placing his hand over the surface, popping it finally. The muffled whines now unimpeded as the baby cried, blindly reaching out and flailing in the open air.

“A baby.” Arlong grunted, carefully brushing back their hair. “A fishman baby.”

Wide ruby eyes looked up at him in shock. Staring right into his eyes as they smiled, clumsy fist hitting his hand and curling around his thumb with a happy warble. Pulling his hand in closer to gnaw on it. Despite himself, Arlong smiled, wriggling his fingers in their grip to their delight.

“Half.” Arlong looked up in surprise at his captain, Fisher Tiger staring softly at the baby. He reached down and brushed his thumb over the baby’s cheek. “They’re half fishman.”

Arlong scowled.

“What?” Arlong sneered, disgusted at the idea that any fishman would lay with a human, let alone have a child with them. Although, clearly something went wrong if the baby was abandoned in a bubble to float on the ocean’s surface rather than given away. “How do you know?” Arlong asked curiously, especially considering how different fishmen could look.

“Their skin, it’s too soft, the fat not firm enough. The texture is… not quite right for a full fishman. Their hands don’t have enough webbing. They even have fingerprints. Their hair is also softer. More like a mermaid’s, really.” Fisher Tiger announced in a soft voice, gently uncurling a fist to reveal faint markings as the baby tried to grasp his finger as well. “They must take after their fishman parent more than the human one, but still… they’re definitely not purely fishman.”

Arlong looked down at the baby in shock. Noting the differences himself. The baby seemed more like Shyarly than any fishman kid he could remember, but then again mermaids were a bit more delicate. They weren’t especially strong either but he’d be willing to chalk that up to him being a full-grown adult and them… well, a baby. It would be really fucking stupid to expect a baby to be stronger than himself.

“…Well, what do we do with them?” Jinbe asked with a frown. “Do we… take them back to Fishman Island?”

Arlong instinctively held the baby closer to his chest, his eyes drawn back to the wide, ruby eyes that had barely left him the entire time.

“Where did you even come from, kid?” Arlong asked, leaning down. He jerked in surprise when the baby reached up and grabbed the tip of his nose with a delighted laugh. The sound of paper crinkling clear now that he was so close. “Hm?”

Arlong gently freed himself and poked around the blanket, revealing a scrap of paper stuck to the baby’s chest. The ink having bleed heavily and staining the baby’s skin. It was a note, clearly, but the full contents were unreadable.

The occasional word remained intact enough that they were legible. Fisher Tiger grabbed the paper and squinted at it, holding it up to the sun to see better.

“I… desper—desperation… use…Bubb—bubble? Free… We… no… I Lov—love? Be gone… Sorry… My Melody…” Fisher Tiger paused, looking down at the baby. “…Melody, huh?”

Arlong looked at Jinbe and the others. His chest aching a little despite his distaste for humans.

They’re just a baby… just a baby.

“Something must have happened. They can’t have been out at sea for long. Maybe… one of the nearby islands knows something?” Arlong suggested, receiving startled looks. Arlong flushed and defended himself quickly. “I mean, clearly whoever wrote the note couldn’t keep them. If it was their… human parent, then it was because the baby is half fishman. If it was their fishman parent, they would have fled back to Fishman island since the baby could survive there, so something must have stopped them.” Arlong argued.

Fisher Tiger nodded, approval in his eyes.

“In the meantime… you and Jinbe look after them. We don’t have proper clothes but we can at least clean them up and feed them. Remember, no solids.” Fisher Tiger ordered.

“Ack! Why me?! Arlong is the one that found them!” Jinbe asked with a grimace.

“I can manage a baby.” Arlong protested as well, figuring it couldn’t be too different from Shyarly.

Fisher Tiger just smiled mischievously.

“Because I said so!” He laughed, the baby squealing in joy as well.

Small mercies, Melody was a very happy and agreeable baby. Arlong knew this was a rarity in babies but decided to count his blessing rather than complain about it. She—yes, a she, it was unavoidable given that they needed to bathe her. The end of her feet from arch to toes were the same color as her fingers and it made him laugh—seemed to want for nothing but to be held. A task that Arlong accepted easily enough and that Jinbe took over when he clearly grew jealous of the attention Arlong was getting from the cute baby. She was constantly playing with their shirts and burying her face into their necks while babbling.

Anytime they set her down for literally anything she cried and started squirming towards the nearest person. Clumsy and tearful.

Arlong assumed, somewhat sadly, that she was afraid of being left alone again. A sentiment he quietly sympathized with, remembering his own childhood and abandonment by his father. So he ignored the ribbing of his crewmates and made a sling to keep her to his chest but free his arms.

“…You’re not going to want to let her go.” Jinbe quietly warned him after seeing the look on Arlong’s face when he first put Melody in the sling. Her eyes staring up at him like he was the only thing worth seeing, gnawing on her fingers in contentment. “She’s still half-human, you know.”

Arlong looked at Jinbe a bit helplessly, having completely forgotten for a moment that Melody wasn’t his baby. It was almost frightening how little he cared about her human parentage after only a day.

He hated humans.

But… Melody wasn’t human. She wasn’t even half-fishman in his eyes. Not since she grabbed a spoonful of gruel and tried to feed him with it despite clearly being ravenous.

Quietly, in a small part of his heart, all he knew was that she was his.

Jinbe saw his relieved smile when they did their rounds at the nearby islands and found no whisper of a mixed couple. He didn’t say anything to Arlong, seemingly understanding his feelings without words.

“Well, seems like we’ll have to make a stop at Fishman Island.” Fisher Tiger said with a sly look towards Arlong and Jinbe. “Unless you two think you can handle taking care of Melody.”

“Of course I can!” Arlong scoffed, holding up Melody in the air as she giggled. “I can handle you just fine, can’t I, Melody?” She flailed in her new onesie emblazoned with their Jolly Roger, kicking her feet.

“Oh yeah, you plan on fighting with a baby strapped to your chest, Arlong?” Jinbe teased. “Really going to strike fear into those marines looking like that.”

Arlong clicked his tongue, laying Melody onto his shoulder where she quickly grabbed a fistful of hair and started chewing on it. Arlong tactfully ignored the mess she was making.

“How else is she going to learn how to handle those filthy humans?” Arlong scoffed. Jinbe frowned a little, Hatchan speaking up in a soft voice.

“You do remember she’s half-human, right?” Hatchan asked uncertainly.

Arlong huffed, rubbing Melody’s back as she babbled into the now thoroughly wet clump of hair in her mouth.

“Half-human—bah!” Arlong rolled his eyes. “She’s mine now, no half-nothin’!”

Wherever Melody came from… well, it didn’t matter anymore. She was his now.

[hannahhook7744]

The Headless Horseman of Auradon!;

Summary: The year the barrier comes down, four students (Eleanor Bluefairy, Tulip Lampwick, Pino 'Pin' Liddell, and Hannah Hook) run into a living legend… If only it wasn't a terrifying one. Trigger Warnings: swearing, could be seen as slight ableism, child endangerment, mortal peril, brief mention of child eating witches, etc.

Written with @casinotrio1965 .

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Notes: Hannah Hook is Captain James Hook and Zarina the pirate fairy’s adopted daughter. Pino 'Pin' Liddell is the son of Alice Liddell and Pinocchio. Eleanor Bluefairy is the daughter of Alexander ‘the donkey boy’ Bluefairy and Princess Eilonwy. Tulip Rossi is the second oldest daughter of Tiger Lily and Romeo 'Lampwick' Rossi.

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It was another dark and spooky night about a year after the barrier was dropped, and four teenagers were heading home after a Halloween party in the village of Sleepy Hollow.

These teenagers were recent Auradon Prep graduate and fifteen year old pirate captain: Hannah Hook. Captain of the Stormbringer and the youngest child of Captain Hook. 

Tulip Lampwick Rossi, a pretty and fashionable native girl from Neverland with beautiful red hair.

Princess Eleanor Blue Fairy of Llyr, with her stunning blonde hair and shimmering wings.

And last but not least, Pino ‘Pin’ Liddell with his black hair and thick, nerdy glasses.

"So.." Tulip said, awkwardly trying to make conversation. With Hannah in particular.

“So?” Hannah hummed, candy bar in her mouth as she tried to readjust her sailor costume. That Tulip's father, Lampwick, had suggested for the party when he found out the brunette had been planning to go to the costume party without one. 

"Those stories at the party sure were something huh?"

Pin, the traitor, snorted, even though he and her were still wearing their matching donkey-corn sorcerer and princess costumes. Shooting her an innocent smile when she glared at him. 

Hannah, on the other hand, just seemed confused. “Which one? The story about the witch eating children? Don't worry: those old bags are pretty frail unless you're a toddler.”

Eleanor, personally offended, stated “Hey! My grandmother on my mother's side was a witch and she was not old and frail!" 

“So? If she didn't eat children, I wouldn't be talking about her.” Hannah rolled her eyes. “I was talking about the isle witches.”

“Wait, there are actually children eating witches on the isle—” Pin yelped, startled. 

The donkey-corn princess rolled her eyes “Besides I was talking about the headless horseman"

“Oh yeah, that was creepy.” Eleanor, in her witch costume, agreed.

“Yeah but it was a load of bull.” Hannah assured them. “He was supposedly on the isle, but very few people ever saw him. My brother said he did but he likes makin’ things up.”

“Well, I think your brother is telling the truth for once!”  Tulip said out loud.

“It's very possible he only comes out once a year, just like the song said.” Eleanor added.

“I'm sorry, but are we really gonna ignore what Hannah said about witches to talk about some bogus urban legend?” Pin demanded. 

“And besides, what are the odds of me being wrong about both Santa Claus and the Headless Horseman being real?” The pirate in question asked, trying to soothe the other girls’ nerves. 

"Well, whatever. Let's go find where we parked Parsnip and head home!” Tulip said quickly .

Hannah hummed. “Who's riding her home?” 

“Nose goes!” Pin declared, quickly putting his finger on his nose before the others could even blink.

“Ok?” Eleanor asked, confused. “What does that mean?”

“It's a game. If you want to do something or don't want to do something, you yell ‘nose goes’ and put your finger on your nose before anyone else. Usually the last one loses if it's something you don't want to do.” Hannah explained, exasperated. 

Clearly she was the one Pin had learned the game from.

“Oh ok.” Eleanor replied. Just then Tulip heard a strange laugh in the distance. “Did you hear that?!!” “Yeah it sounds like a man’s laughter!” Eleanor added, completely creeped out. 

Pin gulped. Clearly having indeed heard it.  Hannah, on the other hand…

“What are you guys talking about? I don't hear anything?” “How could you—? Nevermind. Let’s just head to the Bridge..” Tulip whispered, completely terrified.

The brunette shrugged. “If you say so… where is the bridge?”

“I DON’T KNOW ! I Forgot!” Tulip wailed.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T REMEMBER?!” Pin yelled, startled.

“It’s ok. I do. Follow me,” Eleanor said with a brave expression.

So they did. 

Hannah downing candy after candy as they did so with one hand and keeping her other hand on her prized sword ‘the nut slicer’ as they did. The sound of the laughter kept getting closer to them where they all felt the urge to run. Meanwhile, Tulip’s pet donkey, Parsnip sensed that her owner was in trouble so she broke free of her parking spot to find her cart in tow. 

“You guys are messing with me, right?” Hannah asked, the only one not scared. 

“That's it, after this we are SO getting your hearing aid and glasses checked!” Pin snapped, frantically pulling at her hand.  The sound of horse steps started getting louder and louder and Tulip Looked over her shoulder a second and there he was: The Headless Horseman himself. 

“HELP!!!” Tulip screamed.

“RUN!” Eleanor chimed in.

Pin bolted. 

And, for once, Hannah didn't question them or just think that this was one of their jokes—but joined the running. Living up to the costume she was wearing and swearing with words none of them even knew existed.

It was at that moment Parsnip showed up  with the cart and Tulip leaped into the driver's seat while Eleanor and Pin quickly helped Hannah into the back of the cart.

“Come on girl! Keep moving! Head for the bridge!” Tulip ordered the donkey.

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Tulip ran into the hotel, breathing heavily and in a panic. Her headband was nowhere in sight and her dress was ripped and muddy at the bottom. 

“TULIP! Oh, sweetie, what happened to ya?!” Lampwick exclaimed in shock and horror at her sorry state.

“DADDY! We ran into the Headless Horseman! It was really scary !” 

“That's… an… understatement.” Pin panted heavily, leaning on Eleanor, who was practically breathless. 

Hannah was nowhere in sight. 

Lampwick embraced his daughter and said “Oh, sweetheart! I’m so sorry I NEVER should have let ya go to that party!” “It’s ok dad.. I never should have begged you to go in the first place!” “Oh Tulip …” He finally let go and Looked around. “Say where’s Hannah Hook?”

Everyone went quiet for a moment. And then a whole different kind of panic ensued.

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Hannah scowled, crossing her arms as CJ and Harry laughed and laughed with Peter and Ally. 

“Oh come on guys, it's not funny!”

“Hannah, after growing up on the Isle, you  should know better than to be out after dark on Halloween so you deserved what you  got!” Harriet scolded her younger sister. 

“Yeah, pipsqueak.” Harry kept laughing, “Serves ya right, lil’ sis..” “Honestly, How Stupid can you be !?” CJ added.

“Oh go fuck yourselves. How was I supposed to know this particular Urban Legend was right?! You guys know I spent all of Halloween out at night back on the isle!” The youngest (chronically) huffed. “And should have left you to the witches when you were eight, CJ!”

At this CJ glared at her.

“I thought we AGREED to NEVER Speak of that!”

“Oh, like how we agreed to never speak about the fact you, Harry, and Ginny all separately tried to KILL me?!”

Peter and Ally stopped laughing. 

“WHAT?!!” Harriet screamed. 

[margarrivergod]

i am here and i come bearing THEORIES about the pm transfer

i strongly believe that dazai will be shipped back (and i hope he does plssss) but i also believe junichiro could an interesting possibility! especially considering it was mentioned his ability was good for assassination

i’ve seen theories regarding the others and i’ll explain why i don’t think they will get shipped off

Kenji- i completely understand how this idea would be interesting, especially considering how upbeat he is and how powerful as well. some think that kenji can be manipulated and easily reformed in the mafia and made into a dangerous weapon. while i’m not debunking it, i can’t get completely behind it. we’ve only seen kenji loose his ray of sunshine once, also being described ti only have lost it one previous time, both of these times were due to the endangerment of his friends. this kid has crazy self control but when he loses it, he’s clocking shit left and right- he’s quite honestly a loose canon i’m that regard and i think mori knows this and would rather not fuck around and find out (i would too honestly)

atsushi- the idea of atsushi being transferred is so cool! id love to see it but i don’t think they would choose him. they don’t really gain much by having him on their side, yea he’s a tiger and can regenerate but theirs A LOT of people in the mafia who have abilities related to strength- so picking another one rather than someone with a more broad sense of skill/ability seems wasteful- mori is more calculating than that

kyouka- she would literally swallow a knife before going back tbh- also mori doesn’t seem to give two shits about her

ranpo- let’s be fr they be ship his ass back so fucking fast

Kunikida- do u really have to ask 🤨 bro would right them faster than a christian book club

yosano- aaaaa my baby!! now ik mori was hinting at the fact that he may choose yosano ti transfer but i really don’t think he’ll choose her- i feel like he was just fucking with her- but at the same time i could totally see mori picking her because of his obvious obsession with her. yosano is the ONE character i don’t want to get picked so that’s why she’s down here

fukuzawa- that would completely destroy the framework (unless kunikida finally stepped up as president *wink wink*)…… wait a minute

anyways i want to see DA dazai go back to the pm, i don’t want him to return back to pm dazai instantly cause that would be weird but i want ti see how much he’s really changed! it’s be a great way to see his character development play out- plus i NEED more skk/double black content :33

[thenixkat]

ive got 23 chapters left and i'll be caught up on what's out of Kaiju no. 8

kaiju no 10: stop fronting and admit you like fighing just as much as me so we can kill my younger sibling

using swords is more fun than shooting things heh

imagine finding yer platonic soulmate and its a big bloodknight dragon that just wants to fight fuckers and maybe eat you too

of course yall tied a sword to yer tail. 3 swords

that;s what happens when yer fighting two fuckers and dont pay enough attention to teh support

the vice captain and no10 sacrifice their tail to win the fight kaiju no 10, after everything: Cool we beat my younger sibling. That was fun. We should fight your teammates too

the vice captain apparently shut his older brother out of his life years ago for trying to demotivate him and not supporting him

so teleportation is a thing that kaiju can do

…Mina's going to ride her pet tiger into battle against the teleporting monolith and just carry her bfg

the tiger still isnt cool. The exotic pet ownership and animal endangerment is just distracting. AT least put some armor on yer cat also yikes the legs on that tiger are janky

so kafka failed the exams for 5 years b4 Mina was able to take them. Which given he's 5 yrs older than her makes sense

but also sir you failed a test 5 years in a row and then kept trying for another 7 yrs b4 presumably aging out of being able to try until they raised the max enlistment age at the beginning of the story

and then Mina decided to be mad at Kafka for just not being able to pass and leaving her to fight monsters alone breaking his promise to always be there but like he tried for over a decade. some people arent built to join the military

and because she turned out to be talented for taking out big targets she got pushed to having to be perfect by the one the only shitty rich dad who gives everyone issues who he decides to train to be the future of the nation's defense

we just keep finding out that this asshole just traumatizing so many people for teh greater good

oh you have some talent? lets throw you onto the front lines and inform you that if you fail yer risking the lives of yer comrades and civilians

ma'am I doubt Kafka being there would have changed shit other than you'd talk to him more often. Like he would have been at the bottom teir of shit if he was an officer, they'd have his ass on support and evacuation at best if he hadn't have become a kaiju that was deemed useful local high stress career was not good for her mental health

pls dont put everything on one person's shoulders. That's a great way to break them or have them burn out young ma'am Kafka being in the Defence Force would not mean he'd be allowed to be at yer side in situations like this. Yer mad at him when you should be mad at yer superiors for putting all this pressure on you

its easier to blame Kafka than her superiors apparently

good fucking lords that tiger's anatomy is bad damn brah practice drawing animals pls

damn my guy Kafka really busting his ass to achieve his dream, rekindle his friendship with his childhood bestie, and uphold his promise to her when she just decided to use him as a scapegoat for all the pressure she's under that her superiors put on her and decided to freeze him out for not being able to meet the military's standards for enlistment even tho he tried for over a decade both of them just need to find other friends hot damn

like sometimes yer childhood bestie isnt a major badass like you and can't accomplish the thing you both want him too. Getting mad about it is kinda fucked

[jaguarfolkhrt]

Symphony's Journey - Step One: -3 Months

===CW===

Distressing amounts of dysphoria

Emotional breakdown

Mentions of dissociation

Allusions of self-endangerment

A bustling street is adorned with flags of all stripes, the sound of cheer and the scent of food flows through the air. The main road is lined with temporary fences that colourful people stand behind in preparation for the coming parade. Behind them are rivers of people, flowing back and forth chaotically as the sidewalks are congested. A ghostly woman of short stature with dyed white hair, pale skin and grey eyes is led by the hand by their tall, bare chested, assigned-male-at-birth, anthro-tiger friend. The tiger picks up two flags from a nearby stand and hands one to the woman. The tiger wraps the non-binary pride flag around their neck while the wispy woman looks down at the transgender pride flag with the same stoic gaze she regards everything with. The tiger closes their eyes and their ears flick, a smile spreading across their maw.

"Isn't this wonderful?" encouraging enthusiasm laced in every syllable. The ghostly woman doesn't miss a beat, "This is about as wonderful as having one's lower half torn to shreds by a wood chipper while subjecting the upper half to a worse torture; taxes." Her deadpan joke illicitness a chuckle from her feline friend. A passerby bumps into the woman, who lets out a discontent growl. Noticing this, the tiger looks for a less crowded spot and eyes a nearby river. They point it out to their friend who nods in approval and they squeeze and weave through the river of people to get to the river of water.

Once there, the tiger spots a beer stand and helps themself while the woman walks up to the water. It flows uncaring of the world around it, pushed along with seemingly no goal other than to perpetuate its own existence. There was an abundance of joy from all sides, and yet the river carried on completely unaffected. She sees the reflection that has haunted her all her life distorted in the water, almost as if it's submerged. Before she realizes it, her friend is already behind her snapping their paw-padded fingers to snap her out of her daze. Content that they managed to drag her back from dissociation land, they take a swig of their drink and manage to down a third of it. As they wipe their maw, the woman couldn't help but feel a surge of unusual jealousy at the sight of their fur soaking up the foam. It wasn't anything special, and she didn't imagine it would be pleasant, yet despite this she longed for the ability to do so herself. Confusion spread across her face as she looked off to the side. The tiger notices and their face falls into concern,

"Hey, everything alright Symphony?" their voice softer than usual. She looks back up to them, the sight of their feline face and fur covered chest brings a second wave of pain she didn't even realize she had been repressing. Yet repress them she had, to the point that although she was shocked to feel this pain she had already started the process of ignoring it; it was instinctual at this point. Their friend's ears raise higher as they step a bit closer. They let out a chuff and patiently wait for her response. Symphony's eyes almost refuse to even acknowledge their presence, as they do the same to any other parade attendee who transitioned species. Her eyes dart especially quickly away from any felines. Her gaze falls to the floor. Her tiger friend's ears start to lower a bit, concern having replaced their usual jolliness. They squat down to meet her eyes and she looks out to the water.

"Hey…" their voice soft and disarming, "is something wrong?" She tries to respond but the words crash into the side of her throat on their way up and she falls back into awkward silence. She looks at her friend with a pained expression, almost accidentally mirroring the one already on their face. "I…" words which usually came so easily to her kept getting caught in her chest. Her friend patiently waited, the parade and its goers fading into the background as what she was trying to express became the most important thing in the world. They give an encouraging nod and she takes a deep breath. "I… you… your fur…" she lets it hang in the air, hoping that what little scraps she gave them would be enough to convey something that even full sentences wouldn't be able to.

"Yes, go on. What about my fur?" their voice was reassuring against the chaos of the nearby crowd. "Is it something you feel comfortable telling me in public? We can always go back to my place if not, I don't mind." Though as uncomfortable as this was, the guilt she would feel at robbing Stylus of this year's pride parade would be worse. She looked through the crowds of people in search of those who transitioned something other than gender, and found a few flocks of nonhumans arm-in-arm with their human friends. Looking back to her friend, she gives a quick nod. "I'm… I'm not…" her eyes close tight as water gathers in their corners. This shouldn't be so hard, words were supposed to be one of her greatest strengths! Stylus places a hand-paw on her shoulder and gives her a knowing smile, patiently waiting for her throat to start working. She decides to take a different approach. "What is it like to… transition species?" she hesitantly asks. Stylus' ears flick straight up as mild surprise spreads across their face, then it all relaxes.

"I'm getting deja vu to 3 years ago when you asked the same question about gender. Is it safe to assume that similar feelings towards your species are at play?" they ask with genuine curiosity. She falls back into silence, a million different outcomes play through her head; not just of this encounter, but the countless of future ones she'll have to deal with should the answer be "yes." "I don't… I don't know" she lies, both to them and herself. Stylus stands back up and walks over to the water. A playful smile, then a question, "How about you get a feel for it yourself by getting acquainted with my fur?" they spread their arms wide to offer up their chest fur, almost spilling their beer. She'd probably blush were it not for the tidal wave of repressed emotions crashing against every part of her skull and rib-cage.

She slowly approaches Stylus, not because she's scared of them but because she's scared of herself, scared of what she'll have to accept if her feelings are to be trusted. She runs her hand through their fur and a jolt of longing and jealousy overwhelms her. Her throat becomes tighter, her eyes water, she needs to get away; she has to get away! She pushes away the fur before she realizes what she's doing and sends Stylus into the river behind them. A loud splash travels from the river to the ears of the nearby crowd, with most turning their heads. Symphony stands there mortified, yet most of her stoic gaze remains intact; it makes her feel like a monster for barely visibly reacting. She expects even someone as light-hearted as Stylus to be furious, but instead they just sit up in the water with their new river-soaked fringe draped over their eyes. Their beer is now heavily diluted, which they also take in stride. They raise the glass in a mock cheer while looking at her with a wide smile, which relaxes her tense posture.

She goes to fashion some discarded shirts into a rope when a cry from the crowd tenses her up. "Melody? Hey- Melody!?" a masculine voice calls out, growing distant as they follow someone deeper into the crowd. Symphony looks back in confusion and curiosity before turning back around to see Stylus standing on the water's edge. It seems the river wasn't as all-consuming as she felt. By now most people who looked on from the crowd had resumed whatever they were doing prior. Stylus walked up behind Symphony and offered her a hug in jest, their fur dripping wet. It manages to make a small grin appear on her lips, which Stylus takes as a major victory.

"Feeling better?" their concern felt almost inappropriate considering what she did. To most she looked as stoic as ever, but Stylus could see the faint hints of guilt. They put down the glass and rung out the water from their pride neck scarf. "I'm not gonna pretend that I enjoyed taking an unprompted dip, but please don't beat yourself up about it. I'm sure you didn't do it on purpose" they assured, their tail calmly limp. She couldn't so easily forgive herself but she couldn't stand seeing Stylus so concerned for her for so long either, so she gritted her teeth and did it anyway. Their usual jovial smile returned and Symphony's stance opened up a bit. "I want to tell you a lot, but…" she was going to say more but every word felt like a confession. Stylus gave her a knowing look, they were always so good to her; she felt it was a waste. "Let me just find a stand that sells some overpriced, novelty towels before we head back to my den." They scanned the area as Symphony pulled out her wallet. "Please, let me pay for them" she insisted. "I'm not going to argue with that" they say while looking off to the side with a playful grin and arms raised behind their head. She kind of hoped they would.

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Afternoon sunlight illuminated Stylus' bedroom and the scent of Jasmine hung in the air. Symphony stood before a standing mirror while holding an orange, faux fur tail in her hands. It felt vaguely and distantly familiar in a way that made her mind do loop-de-loops trying to make sense of it. Bashfully, she looks over to Stylus, whose tail was excitedly twitching against their bed sheet as they watched with bated breath. That smile of theirs was adorable. Truthfully, she hadn't expected them to choose tiger as their form given their personality, but she's learnt a lot since then; for one, she knows that looks can be deceiving. She looks back to the mirror, scrutinizing her body in a way she hadn't done since she first started MTF HRT 2 years ago. Just getting those hormones was a hard fought battle, the idea that it wasn't enough and that she'd have to go through another transition was frustrating and disheartening. Though, even now as she held the tail that promised so much relief, there was still a part of her that doubted everything; a part of her that would completely ignore all of the pain that calling herself a human caused, no matter how many times she did it to prove it wrong.

Stylus had long since lost their old faux fur ears, so Symphony had made her own out of loose bits of material she had left over from an old cosplay. It looked terrible, yet just the weight they provided in nearly the right places alone was cathartic. There was no way she could reasonably dismiss the possibility of her being otherkin now, though that part of her refused to admit defeat. She slips on the tail and adjusts it until she could comfortably move around without it slipping out of place, then takes a few seconds to get used to the weight and turning around without bumping into anything. It feels both foreign and familiar, a costume piece and a piece of her. Looking in the mirror and seeing a sliver of her true self, the tail and ears start to feel like home. She freezes and her eyes focus on the changes to her silhouette. The added mass already feels natural, almost as if she had been born with them attached; she should have been born with them. Why wasn't she born with them!? Symphony hunches in emotional distress and whimpers escape from her. Stylus' posture and ears shoot up straight and they almost reach out to touch her on the shoulder.

"Hey, Symphony? Are you alright?" their eyes focus on their friend's clutched face. She cries dry tears a few more times as she almost pulls out some hair, then with distraught eyes she turns to her comfort. "Sty- Stylus, I-" her breath is heavy as she slowly recovers, "I can't keep doing this!" Stylus almost gets up from their bed before Symphony walks over and sits on their lap. They give a gesture asking if it's okay for them to hold her and she nods. Their chest fur is warm and soft as it envelops her face, their arms solid yet gentle. Stylus rubs their face up against hers and gives a few more comforting chuffs while brushing her back. After her shaking stops, with a gentle voice they ask, "What can't you do anymore, my friend?" Symphony places her face on their shoulder and speaks softly to accommodate for their close proximity. "I can't keep lying to myself… I can't keep lying to you" she confesses. Stylus' affection never drops once throughout it all, they were the rock that kept Symphony steady. With one final deep breath, she let it all out.

"I'm not a human, I'm a jaguar. I'm like you…" she says, each word feeling like it took away crushing weight but added more from another source, another fear, "an anthro, I mean. I'm-" she couldn't finish her sentence before Stylus scoops her up as they nearly leap off of the bed, their tail shaking with excitement and their maw barely containing their shrill squeal. Symphony, shocked, pushes away from them and they put her down with an apologetic look. She brushes her tail - well, Stylus' faux fur tail at least - after it gets ruffled. She stops for a moment, when was the last time she cared about her appearance? Running her fingers through her hair proves futile as the innumerous knots quickly catch them. Stylus' smile beams wider than Symphony has ever seen it do before as they practically jump in place. They can no longer hold back their squeals and Symphony grumbles as she blocks her ears.

Touching them after the euphoria her gear provided feels extra painful. Stylus manages to calm themselves down a bit as they fan away tears. Symphony looks off to the side, blushing all the while. She always felt a bit bad about receiving so much positivity from them, and this was on another level. Finally, Stylus takes a deep breath and regains the ability to speak words. "Symphony, I-… I just want to say that I'm so proud of you, and-" they place their fist against their maw as they look off to the side, tears threatening to fall, "I'm just so glad to have another anthropomorphic feline in my life, or really any other anthro at all." Symphony's stomach drops and their shoulder's slouch, which they notice.

"Sorry, I don't mean to put pressure on you. I'm just excited!" they say, and Symphony within the next beat replies, "Which I couldn't tell at all until now" which gets Stylus to give her a look of playful annoyance. They dramatically place their hands on their hips, close their eyes and huff, "Well, if you're going to be like that…" they couldn't even finish before letting the facade shatter and nearly scooping her up a second time. They both (and by both it was mostly Stylus) take the next few seconds to compose themselves. Stylus flops onto their bed and Symphony leans against a wall. "So, how long have you known for?" Stylus inquires. Symphony slides down to the floor and hugs her knees. "Too long… and not at all at the same time." She sits in silence as she stares at the floor before continuing. "Sorry, that probably didn't make sense, I-" she gets cut off by them raising a hand. "I understand…" they assure while looking at the faux fur tail. They pat the space next to them on the bed and Symphony drags herself up from the floor. As she gets comfortable she spots Stylus' tail moving freely, full of life, and her breath stiffens for a beat as she felt her own flop against the bed, limp and fake. "So----o… have you thought about transition yet?" they ask, "and sorry if if that's too much to think about so soon."

"No, you're okay. It was your transition that sparked all of this, after all" she assures, "where do you even go for something like this?" Stylus gives a diminished smile. "I know a guy, but you may not like him." Symphony folds her arms with a stoic gaze. "I don't care who I have to talk to, I refuse to end up on my death bed like this" each word cold and rough. Stylus awkwardly chuckles, "Even if they harvest your organs?" they joke. Symphony blankly stares at the wall in front of her and Stylus' ears drop. They sit in silence for a bit before she gets up. "When is the earliest I can see this guy?" her voice devoid of humor. Stylus takes a few seconds to respond. "I can set up an appointment with him for you. He's pretty busy nowadays so I'll shoulder the burden of spending hours with an automated voice assistant for you!" they give a mock salute with their cartoonishly heroic delivery, expecting a witty retort. None came as she silently left. A few hours later, Stylus receives a text from her. "Thanks, for everything."

Master-post Next

[kdenvs3000w24]

I bet you're wondering why I added a photo of a tiger (the photo is my own, please no copyright stuff!)... I figured it was the best way to explain how I feel about what I feel is the ideal role of an environmental interpreter. I feel like these roles are best played out by conservationists as they understand best what does and does not fit in an environment. For example, what invasive species (plants, insects, animals) are affecting the area around us? Are there endangered species? Perhaps an overpopulation of something? I feel conservationists can identify these things through a scan of a set area and work with this to educate the public on matters. From there, the public can learn and replicate information learned and continue their own nature interpretation. I fondly remember camping as a child and attending 'Nature Centre's' that would often have talks/events about plants and animals within the area. I feel like this encompasses how I interpret an 'environmental interpreter'. With this, I also feel zookeepers and those working hard to reverse the effects of endangerment and so on also represent environmental interpreters. These individuals and groups take their observations and reflect it into a learning opportunity to move forward in conservation efforts.

[tanoraquisloviebracket]

Round 4, Poll D

Laurelin (Amur leopard) and Telperion (snowy leopard) are for all intents and purposes siblings. Both species are threatened by habit loss and hunting/poaching, and snowy leopards face additional threats from the warming climate. Obligatory WWF plug.

Wally Mammoth is from a species somewhat post-endangerment. He’s an excellently supportive under-arm sleeping companion! La Brea Tar Pits plug, I suppose—it’s a neat museum, even if it is named “The Tar” Tar Pits.

[tigerfunfacts]

Daily Tiger Fact #2: Poaching is the most urgent threat to tigers. Every single body part of tigers has been found on illegal marketplaces, the most common being their bones. Look at my pinned post for resources to help them!

Source

[shares-a-vest]

Platonic Stobin Month, Day 24: Babysitting

Prompt List

“What are you doing?”

Steve jumps at the question, flying off his chair at the front desk and inadvertently sending it back into Robin’s stomach.

“Nothing!” he exclaims, panicked as he gathers up the crumpled paper he has been hunched over all morning.

Robin narrows her eyes as Steve avoids looking directly at her. She places her hands on her hips in an attempt to assert any kind of persuasion.

“What is it?”

“Just my planner,” he shrugs, pouting.

He readjusts his seat and resumes his spot.

“You have a planner?” she asks, dumbfounded as she steps towards him and cranes her neck over his shoulder.

This time, Steve doesn’t hide, allowing Robin a full view of his ‘planner’.

And ‘planner’ is a very loose word for it. It’s basically just a single sheet of lined paper, torn from a notebook, filled with Steve’s crinkled handwriting at all different angles. Half of a table is shakily drawn up, with names crossed out and arrows pointing every which way and a pathetic little lopsided love heart next to his unfortunate date for the week, Cynthia.

“Wait,” Robin says, pausing momentarily to pinch her nose because god, Steve is such a dork. “You are making a schedule for all your babysitting crap?”

Steve spins around on the chair, exasperated.

“What am I supposed to do?” he huffs. “Henderson’s mom is on some trip with her sister so I’m basically looking after him all week. Lucas needs more practice before the Tigers pick their lineup for the semester. Plus the boys need me to drive them to their Dragon Game Night every other day now that they are in whatever that club is called. And - ”

Robin holds out her hands, cutting them through the air to silence her rambling and panicked best friend.

“New plan,” she begins, nodding with encouragement as Steve finally takes a breath. “You write down everything you have to do this week. I’ll work out the schedule.”

She scrambles for a Family Video-branded notepad, rips a slip of paper clean and hands it to Steve.

It turns out, Steve’s babysitting duties didn’t just stop at car rides, the occasional ice cream run and (hopefully) rare child-endangerment shenanigans. It was an elaborate ecosystem of never-ending arrangements with seven other people, plus whatever time Steve had left for himself.

Oh, and Robin, of course. She couldn’t forget herself amongst all this (which this week meant car rides to work, school and a shopping trip before Steve’s date with Cynthia… he needs backup, okay?). Anyway despite taking full advantage of having a friend with a car, Robin actually wanted to spend time with her platonic soulmate instead of eighth-wheeling it with a bunch of dweebs.

It takes until closing and dividing each task onto separate slips of paper to shuffle around, but Robin manages to help Steve turn his hectic babysitting schedule into a fine art.

A fine art that is thrown into utter chaos when anybody else chimes in (apocalyptic situations not counting because quite frankly, they shouldn't). Anybody else being Nancy and later Jonathan, Argyle and Eddie.

Nancy never helps with babysitting. In fact, she outright refuses. Even if DND is in the Wheeler’s basement, or she has no choice but to drive Mike, she only ever argues with her younger brother which creates a chain reaction of bickering and in-fighting.

Argyle and Jonathan of course extend their California chill to everything, which just means allowing the kids to walk all over them and throw The Schedule out the window (once Max literally threw Robin’s colour-coded carpool timetable out the Beemer’s back window all because Argyle chimed in with a, “Don’t worry about that thing, man!” on their way to the movies).

And Eddie… Well, Mr Eddie Munson causes endless problems because he somehow possesses Nancy's stubbornness, Argyle and Jonathan’s laissez-faire attitudes, Robin’s own tendency for distraction as well as Steve’s sole interest in romantic attention. All of which combined into a single devilish being who brings untold carnage.

“Like a well-oiled machine,” Robin coos before downing the last of her beer and crushing the can in her hand, triumphant over the scene before her.

She watches as the kids mingle around the Harringtons' pool, enjoying a warm summer afternoon while she helps Steve at the barbeque.

Although she’s unaware that Eddie is creeping up behind the two of them with Nancy in tow, both mildly high courtesy of Argyle and Jonathan (who are late with the other burger supplies from the kitchen) and ready to throw a fully-clothed Steve into the pool...

[atomicc]

I was talking to my friends about how frustrating it is how many Therians and Otherkin will post pictures or videos of animals that are their theriotype that are animal abuse or endangerment. Wolves are not dogs. They are not pets. Wolfdogs should not be pets. You should know that um those pictures of a wolf with a kitten or rabbit is not cute or safe. Packs don't. Have the alpha wolf structure from that one study this is common knowledge at this point . Tigers are not pets and should not be touched or played with. An animal showing fear at being touched or played with is not cute or funny . As a Therian I think it's irresponsible to spread misinformation or animal abuse as cute, because you should know better, as that animal, it is something you would understand on a deeper level. Doesn't it hurt to see your theriotype in pain? In dangerous situations? Or animals being hurt for no reason um in general?? I don't understand.

[doopcafe]

Tales of the Jedi E1: Life and Death 

Comments: I had no idea this existed, but 20-minute episodes of Prequel-era “characters”? Let’s go! 

So we open on some asshole waking up an entire village to announce his baby girl is born. It’s Ahsoka. We jump ahead one year and Ahsoka’s mom is taking one-year-old Ahsoka on a hunt. The father rightfully objects to this child endangerment but she wins the argument by stating that the trees are their ancestors.

???

On the hunt, Ahsoka’s mom dishes out some wisdom, such as “Look, ahsoka, everywhere there is life. Value it. Honor it.”

*twenty years later* Ahsoka commits violent, unprovoked murder, takes pleasure in torture, and makes decisions that lead to the death of thousands. 

It’s also a strange thing for someone to say while hunting. Immediately after saying this, she discovers some deer and shoots one. The mom physically forces her child to watch the wounded animal suffer before sliding a knife into its chest. Good stuff, Disney. 

Oh, a tiger then attacks them, and steals Ahsoka (for some reason), Ashoka uses The Force (I’m assuming) on the tiger, and rides the tiger back into the village, bringing a violent and probably hungry monster right into their midst... So, we’re at least consistent with Ahsoka’s characterization. The plot asks the tiger to leave and Ahsoka’s mom asks what the hell she just watched. 

My enjoyment: 2/5

[qupritsuvwix]

braindead. His momma, too.