#zorrillo

[losdibujitos]

La trinidad de la basura 🐀🦨🦝✨

[gfranco17]

[rutasandinas]

[raftaelcom]

[bearbench-img]

スカンク

スカンクは、哺乳綱スカンク科に属する小型から中型サイズの哺乳類で��。彼らは主に北��メリカと南アメリカに生息し、独特の外見と強力な防御メカニズムで知られています。スカンクは、その特徴的な警告カラーと臭いで、自然界において独特の存在感を放っています。

スカンクは、一般的に黒または暗い色の毛皮を持ち、背中に白い縞模様があります。この特徴的な配色は、捕食者に対する警告信号として機能します。スカンクは、危険を感じると、強力な悪臭を放つ液体を放つことができます。この液体は、スカンクの肛門腺から放出され、強烈な悪臭を放ちます。

スカンクは主に夜行性で、昆虫、小型哺乳類、果物、植物などを食べる雑食性動物です。彼らは優れた嗅覚を持っており、地面を掘ったり、木の根元を探ったりして食べ物を探します。スカンクは、農作物や庭の害虫を食べることで、生態系における有益な存在となる可能性もあります。

スカンクは、その独特の特徴と生態系における役割から、文化や芸術において一定の注目を集めています。彼らは、漫画、アニメーション、文学などにおいて、しばしばユーモラスで風変わりなキャラクターとして描かれています。

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[yordraw]

trying to be daring

[virygvart]

Meet my new character Monty the skunk. He’s an bold treasure explorer and hunter. Loves the adrenaline of danger, but also taking care of his mates.

[palitoxtremo]

Aniversario atrasado

[cinemedios]

¿Qué películas serán parte del homenaje a Silvia Pinal en la Cineteca Nacional?

La Cineteca Nacional conmemorará a la reconocida actriz Silvia Pinal con la proyección de 11 de sus películas más importantes ¡Conócelas aquí!

La Cineteca Nacional conmemorará a la reconocida actriz Silvia Pinal con la proyección de 11 de sus películas más importantes ¡Conócelas aquí! Desde la semana pasada la Cineteca Nacional había anunciado su propio homenaje a la gran actriz mexicana Silvia Pinal, iniciando con la proyección de ‘El rey del barrio’ en el foro al aire libre este miércoles 11 de diciembre a las 19:00 hrs, esta…

[jartita-me-teneis]

La mamá zorrillo evita que su hijo haga algo estúpido. National Geographic

[blue2black]

COD incorrect quotes, but their from TikToks I saw and are now buried somewhere deep in my likes:

PART 2

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*in an Uber pt 3*

Soap: Is it that big of a deal?

Gaz: YES!

Soap: It’s just two people who love each other.

Soap: “Love Is Love”, that’s what the gay people say.

Gaz: Well, fuck them homosexuals because love and love is not the same thing in this situation.

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Makarov, holding out a gun: Put your hands up!

Price: No.

Makarov: …what?

Price: I said no.

Makarov: Why not?

Price: I don’t want to. 😒

Makarov: But I’ve got a gun.

Price: I don’t care. 🤷🏻‍♂️

Makarov: But…doesn’t make any sense! (Ō👄Ō)

Price: Too bad!

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Ghost, holding in his laughter: Johnny, I have something really important to tell you…

Soap, looking up from his sketch book: What’s up, love?

Ghost, smiling: I wanna get a job cleaning mirrors…

Soap: … *realizes this is a dad joke*

Ghost, still holding a laugh: It’s something I can really-

Soap, getting up and walking away: NO.

Ghost: -can really SEE myself doing… *breaks off into wheezing laughter*

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*Soap as soon as Price takes his eyes off of him*

Soap: Eureka! That’s it! 😃

Soap: I’ll run away! 🏃🏻‍♂️💨

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Gaz: We're an interracial couple; I let him drive just in case we get pulled over.

Alex: We're an interracial couple; everybody thinks his credit score is good 'cause of me.

Gaz: We're an interracial couple; I can wear bonnets and he can't, 'cause he'll get cancelled.

Alex: We're an interracial couple; every time we go out to eat the old people stare at us.

Gaz: We're an interracial couple; every time you see me take a family picture, people scream "get out".

Alex: We're an interracial couple; every night he leaves the stove light on, and I think it's raising our electricity bill.

Gaz: We're an interracial couple; I can say certain words that he can't, like: NI-

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Price: Are you stuck?

Gaz, hanging from a bloody rope once again: ...I AM. 😭

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Ghost: What the hell were you thinking?!

Soap: You told me not to think!

Ghost: … (Ô_Ô)

Soap: … (Û~Û)💅🏻

Ghost: … (Ō_Ō) *this bitch…*

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(Alejandro and Rudy making fun of Graves)

Rudy, laughing: PARECE ZORRILLO— 🤣

*Alejandro and Rudy fall on the ground laughing their asses off*

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Laswell: Wow, a surprisingly peaceful, domestic moment.

Laswell: When will it be ruined?

Soap, Gaz, Price, Ghost: LASWELL!! 😫😫😫😫

Laswell: There it is! -_-💢

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Laswell, who’s been hearing them flirt over coms for 50 minutes: Why don’t you two cut the horse shit, and get to the part where you admit you have sexual feelings for one another.

Ghost and Soap: WOAH-!

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(Laswell asking why they all joined the army)

Ghost: NO- *buries face into a pillow*

Laswell: Ghost, why’d you join the army? 😆

Ghost, whining into the pillow: I don’t know… 😭

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Laswell: Soap, why’d you join the army?

Soap: So I can fire guns! 😃

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Laswell: Why’d you join the army?

Gaz: … 😐

Gaz: I’ll answer that question with another question…

Gaz: Why the fuck did think this was a good idea? 🥲

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Laswell: Why’d you join the army, John?

Price: Because I had nothing better to do.

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Laswell: Why’d you join the army?

Rudy: …’cause I’m a fucking idiot. 😐 *spanish rage*

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Laswell: Why’d you join the army?

Alejandro: Why’d I join the army?

Alejandro: For money.

Laswell: What money? 🤨

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Laswell: Why’d you join the army?

Alex: To find a battle boo. 😂

Laswell: 😂

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Laswell: Farah, why’d you-

Farah: Wait- *takes off headphones*

Farah: Okay, what?

Laswell, chuckling: Why’d you join the army?

Farah: Shit…

Farah: I don’t know my guy.

Laswell: Cream? 🙂

Farah: Cream. 😌

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Ghost, smiling: Knock knock.

Soap, already so over it: Who’s there? 😒

Ghost: I eat mop.

Soap: I eat mop who?-

Soap: Ugh, Simon! *walking away*

*Ghost wheezes in pure bliss*

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*in an Uber pt 4*

Gaz: I’m not open to this. At all.

Soap: Why you not open—GET open to it.

Gaz: The only thing that was open here was..your mom’s damn legs.

Gaz: And she should’ve kept them closed for her brother.

Soap: 😧

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Shepherd: Here we go…

Shepherd: 15 years and 14 hours later…

Shepherd: Best brisket in Texas.

Graves, who purposely gave Shepherd the wrong recipe: 😏 (GRAVES, YOU EVIL BI-)

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Farah: How did you know that you always wanted to be a professional Drug Cartel Leader?

Valeria: I just wanted to be a star in any way I got it.

Valeria: I said if I didn't become a star by thirty-five I was just gonna become a serial killer.

Farah: ...well, girl, how old are you? I'm getting nervous... 😨

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Gaz: Hi! I'm the witch that won't turn you into a frog because amphibians are people too!

Gaz: Kyle Garrick! *pulls out a frog and lets it hop away*

Ghost: ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅɪᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ.

Gaz: ...

Ghost: I'm Simon.

[dizzymisslizzie]

WIP Wednesday

I’m so stuck on this Camping fic!! But here’s some banter from it to try to inspire me to continue it.

“I think he needs a nature name! How about zorrillo?” June smacks his arm. “¡compórtate!”

“Morro! Relájate! I was just kidding!” Alex rubs his arm where she hit him.

“Probably merits a follow up but I do not need a nature name.” Henry says in his 18th century Victorian lexicon.

“She’s Junebug.” Alex throws a thumb over his shoulder at June. “She’s honey badger.” He indicates towards Nora. “Pez, how does Marlin strike you?” Alex turns and asks, Pez laughs loudly, “I’ve been called worse!”

“See! We all have nature names!” Alex says teasingly.

“What’s your nature name?” Henry quirks an eyebrow at him.

“Pavo.” Alex answers with a smile.

“Nope, it’s Cornbread!” Nora interjects because she’s a traitor.

“I never agreed to Cornbread!” Alex turns and buckets with Nora playfully. He could probably filibuster her on this and win, but he wants to move on.

“El Pavo is a turkey? Cornbread as in that awful animal you called me about at 3am?!?” Henry laughs so hard that he snorts which inspires all of them to laugh harder.

“Hmmmm… I think Henry plus you love Beagles… Heagle?”

“Christ, you numpty! I already have a ‘nuture name’” Henry mocks, “My last name is Fox!”

“That doesn’t count!” Alex exclaims around a laugh.

“She gets to be Junebug!” Henry laughs with mock exasperation.

“Because that’s cute! Your nature name cannot just be your last name! It’s too boring!” Alex gesticulates wildly.

“Oh my god! It’s not boring! Foxes are awesome!” Henry defends, faux offended for Foxes everywhere.

“Foxes are awesome!” Alex agrees playfully pointing, Henry gives a small bow of I told you so. “But your nature name being your last name is unequivocally boring!” Alex finally yells, playfully.

“It’s not boring! It’s apt!” Henry argues with a huge smile.

“You have more in common with your beagle than you do a fox!” Alex says, “Oh my god! You are like the prince of boring ass names!” Alex throws his head back in laughter.

“Ok, calm down, Cornbread.” Henry quips.

“You are the animal crackers to my snickerdoodles, the David to my Bowie, Uncle Owen to my Han Solo! You are so boring, Fox!” Alex laughs heartily.

“I am General Leia Organa and you know it!” Henry laughs and playfully kicks Alex’s leg. “Fine, Princess Leia it is, Your Worship.” Alex is all smiles and gentle tones now.

Henry holds Alex’s smiling gaze and lets himself enjoy that their feet have tangled between them. Henry dips his head in shyness and when he looks around, the others are fully ignoring them, engrossed in their own conversation. “I guess they’ve lost interest.” Henry says smiling at Alex. “Their loss, we’re hilarious.” Alex smiles back.

[ka-nnina]

Ese ente oscuro se me abalanzaba a mitad del campo, sentía que la tierra me tragaba, las piedras me subían por las piernas y los pastos se enredaban. No había hierba que me ignorara y, en lugar de volverme abono, me dejaban respirando, mirándolo fijo, con su luz negra iluminando sombra.

Se difuminaba en el cielo y un silencio abismal inundaba el cerro. La corriente del alambre me repiqueteaba en los oídos y el olor a bosta me traía de vuelta.

Camino a la casa hacia un recorrido lineal de los hechos para ponerlos sobre la mesa en la cena: cómo llegué, cuándo llegué, por qué llegué. Lo había visto varias veces ya de lejos, pero lo creí reflejo, no ente autónomo y peligroso.

Sentía que me comía, que me chupaba la energía de alguna forma. El olor similar al amoniaco me ardía en las fosas nasales y hasta hundir la cara en un zorrillo era preferible.

Si me veías de afuera parecía estar bien, pero siento que se llevó algo: una fracción de alegría, de entusiasmo, de chispa. Si me palpaba el cuerpo podía sentir que en mi alma habían agujeros.

El viento me silbaba cuando comía, miraba la cara de mi vieja y sentía el juicio, le repetía en bucle que no me metí nada, un níspero no causa eso. Las cenas rememoran el hecho, el prejuicio de loca; no incidi en ellas. Mi vieja mantuvo que eran reflejos de algún mineral, escéptica de mi "cuento", incrédula aún a su cristianismo. Papá, papá no dijo nada, pero ya no me dejó pisar el campo.

05/10/2024

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Juventud by Kara

Anoche Soñé de mi callejón Sus terremotos y helicópteros Me despierto con pesadillas Del balazo con olor De zorrillo