#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

[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.

[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.

[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!

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[globosetechnosolutionspvt]

Global Conservation Efforts: Success Stories from Around the World

Introduction

In light of climate change, Environmental Monitoring & Conservation  habitat loss, and the threat of species extinction, the importance of conservation efforts has reached unprecedented levels. Fortunately, around the world, innovative and committed initiatives are making a significant impact. From reforestation endeavors to wildlife protection schemes, these success stories provide optimism for a sustainable future.

1. The Amazon Rainforest: Brazil’s Reforestation Initiative

The Amazon, often referred to as the "lungs of the Earth," has experienced extensive deforestation driven by agriculture and logging activities. In response, Brazil initiated the Amazon Reforestation Project, a comprehensive effort aimed at restoring millions of hectares of deforested land. Through tree planting, sustainable land management practices, and the involvement of indigenous communities, this initiative is actively working to reduce carbon emissions and enhance biodiversity.

2. India’s Project Tiger: A Comeback Story

Once nearing extinction, the Bengal tiger, India’s national animal, has seen a remarkable resurgence. Thanks to Project Tiger, which was launched in 1973, the population of tigers in India has doubled over the last twenty years. This achievement is largely due to stringent anti-poaching regulations, habitat preservation, and the establishment of dedicated wildlife reserves like Jim Corbett and Ranthambore. The project exemplifies how focused conservation strategies can successfully revive species on the brink of extinction.

3. Marine Conservation in Australia: Protecting the Great Barrier Reef

Australia’s Great Barrier Reef, the largest coral reef system in the world, has been adversely affected by coral bleaching and pollution. Conservation initiatives such as the Reef 2050 Plan aim to mitigate carbon emissions, manage invasive species, and restore coral populations through scientific methods. With the support of marine biologists and government programs, certain areas of the reef are beginning to show signs of recovery, providing hope for one of the planet’s most diverse ecosystems.

4. The Reintroduction of Wolves in Yellowstone, USA

In 1995, gray wolves were reintroduced to Yellowstone National Park after being absent for nearly 70 years. This initiative helped restore ecological equilibrium, as wolves played a crucial role in managing elk populations, which in turn allowed vegetation and other wildlife to flourish. The project has served as a global benchmark for predator reintroduction, illustrating how the restoration of keystone species can rejuvenate entire ecosystems.

5. Gorilla Conservation in Rwanda: A Model for Tourism

Mountain gorillas faced critical endangerment due to poaching and habitat destruction. In response, Rwanda established a community-driven conservation program that transformed gorilla protection into a sustainable tourism framework. Through stringent protective measures, anti-poaching efforts, and active community participation, the gorilla population in Volcanoes National Park has seen a consistent rise, exemplifying effective wildlife conservation.

6. Sustainable Forest Management in Costa Rica

Costa Rica has successfully reversed the trend of deforestation by implementing rigorous environmental policies and payment-for-ecosystem services (PES) initiatives. These programs encourage landowners to preserve forests, resulting in a significant increase in tree cover. Currently, over 50% of Costa Rica’s land is covered by forests, demonstrating that economic development and environmental sustainability can coexist.

7. The Movement Towards Reducing Plastic in the European Union

The European Union has made considerable progress in combating plastic pollution. Initiatives such as banning single-use plastics, enforcing stringent recycling protocols, and encouraging biodegradable alternatives have led to a reduction in waste and an enhancement of ocean health. Countries like Sweden and Germany are at the forefront, showcasing high recycling rates and innovative circular economy practices.

Conclusion

These success narratives demonstrate that committed conservation initiatives, technological progress, and international collaboration can yield significant results. Whether it involves reforestation, safeguarding species, or implementing sustainable policies, each effort plays a role in fostering a healthier planet. By drawing lessons from these cases, countries can persist in their pursuit of a future where humanity and nature coexist harmoniously. for more information visit here Globose Technology solutions pvt.ltd 

[themoneyguru1]

Endangered Species: A Global Call for Conservation

Endangered species are at the brink of disappearing forever. Human activities such as habitat destruction, climate change, pollution, and poaching have pushed countless animals to the edge of extinction. The loss of these species not only diminishes biodiversity but also weakens ecosystems that rely on these animals for balance. It's critical that we take action to protect the species that remain before it’s too late.

The Causes of Endangerment

Human encroachment on wildlife habitats, especially through deforestation and urban expansion, is one of the leading causes of species endangerment. Furthermore, poaching for illegal wildlife trade and the destruction of natural resources contribute heavily to population declines. Climate change, which alters habitats and food sources, is also a significant threat. These combined factors create a perilous situation for many species, making them vulnerable to extinction.

Iconic Endangered Species

The Bengal tiger, Sumatran orangutan, and African elephant are some of the most well-known endangered species. Tigers, found in the forests of India and Southeast Asia, are critically endangered due to poaching and habitat loss. Orangutans, native to Borneo and Sumatra, face the destruction of their rainforest homes. The African elephant, though iconic, is hunted for its tusks, pushing it toward the brink of extinction.

Conservation Efforts: Saving What We Can

Conservation programs are crucial in the fight against extinction. Many organizations are working to protect endangered species through habitat restoration, anti-poaching efforts, and legal protection. In some cases, captive breeding programs have been successful in reintroducing species back into the wild. Collaborative efforts between governments, local communities, and international organizations are essential to ensuring the survival of these species.

The Role of Individuals in Conservation

While large-scale efforts are necessary, individuals can also make a difference. Supporting wildlife organizations, reducing carbon footprints, and spreading awareness about endangered species all contribute to conservation. Small actions, such as advocating for stronger wildlife protection laws or avoiding products linked to habitat destruction (like palm oil), can help mitigate the ongoing threats to endangered species.

[theonceandfuturequeenoftarts]

Wrote an extra chapter once just to include this revelation :D It's so fun to make Tom panic <3

One sunny summer day, Tom returned home from the ministry for lunch to find Harry in the garden. This was hardly unusual, as Harry had been adamant they needed a vegetable garden. In the two and a half years he’d been living with Tom, Harry had taken it upon himself to transform a portion of the property into an oasis of tomatoes, cucumbers, leafy greens, courgettes, bell peppers and turnips, with smatterings of herbs throughout and a thriving patch of tiger lilies on one side. He seemed most content when he’d spent a few hours mucking about in the soil and tending the plants. What stopped Tom short this day was seeing Harry laid out on his back, chattering at a grass snake. In parseltongue. Tom Riddle didn’t do anything so undignified as running, but he managed to make it out of the house and over to his partner quite rapidly all the same. “Tom?” Harry said in the snake language, looking concerned. “What’s the matter?” “You’re a parselmouth?!” he hissed. “A what?” Back to English, with no indication he knew he’d switched. “A parsel– you can speak to snakes, Harry.” “Oh, yes! I can.” “...Did that not strike you as strange?” Harry shrugged. “A little, but I guess I thought it was part of the whole magic thing.” “You are painfully incurious about some things.” Tom wished he was more curious about the things that didn’t lead to new and horrifying stories of reckless self-endangerment, but then Harry wouldn’t be the man he loved. — Later that day, over dinner, Tom had a revelation. “Oh bollocks,” he cursed. “Parseltongue is hereditary. Does this mean we’re related?” “Tom. I’m more than two-hundred and thirty years older than you and have no direct descendants,” Harry replied dryly. “I promise you that even if we are, it’s not that close.” “...Right.”

underrated moment in tomarry fics is when tom finds out that harry is also a parselmouth and has this moment of panic like oh god we're not related are we. even if he doesnt realize he has a crush on harry yet hes just like ⁉️⁉️ listen the gaunt incest gene skipped a generation i cant do this

[qupritsuvwix]

braindead. His momma, too.