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#sorry I'll stop here lol
ferretly · 1 year
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you knew I would ask this question
(A FRIEND HELPED ME GET POLLS, THANK YOU!!)
1. wolverine:
Wolverine
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2. hog badgers:
Hog badger (Arctonyx collaris)
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3. domestic ferret:
Ferrets
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4. ferret-badgers:
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5. otters:
Otter
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6. marbled polecat:
Tigeriltis im Zoo Magdeburg
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7. European badger:
European Badger.
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8. yellow-throated marten:
Yellow-throated marten
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9. least weasel:
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10. tayra:
Tayra
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quarks-pussy · 7 months
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[Images description: Twelve pictures of Star Trek actors. The phrase "thank you for being both amazing actors and amazing people" is written across most of the images one word at a time, except for the two images in the middle. The middle images are of William Shatner, reading "not you!" and Robert Beltran, reading "or you for that matter". The actors in the other images are George Takei, René Auberjonois, DeForest Kelley, Gates McFadden, Wil Wheaton, Kate Mulgrew, Patrick Stewart, Siddig El Fadil (aka Alexander Siddig), Nichelle Nichols and Leonard Nimoy. End image description.]
Non exhaustive list of course. Many more such cases, in fact feel free to add
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#i considered putting sid's full name in the image description but i felt that might complicate things for screen reader users#but just so it's in the post i'll put it in the tags#siddig el tahir el fadil el siddig abdurrahman mohammed ahmed abdel karim el mahdi#yes i did copy paste it my memory is shit. i can't even remember my own full name...#(i gave myself like five different middle names at one point because if i'm already changing my name for trans reasons i might as well have#fun with it right but eventually i stopped using them because i literally kept forgetting my own name and had to look it up)#(i still have the note btw and since it seems i won't legally be using that last name anyway (nor any of the middle names) feel free to ask#anyway#star trek#not star trek#(schrödinger's post lol)#oh!!! i forgot one version of sid's name!! here goes#صدّيق الطاهر الفاضل الصدّيق عبدالرحمن محمد أحمد عبدالكريم المهدي#to be fair there's nothing in that tag (right now) but i guess i'm a completionist. or something#the others are ofc already findable because of the image description#oh and just fyi if you wanna add others do feel free to add new trek actors. i didn't include any here essentially because as soon as i inc#include one of them people are gonna complain i didn't include more of them. plus i ran out of space. sorry tawny#oh and to that one anon: i WILL still answer but i needed a break lol#original posts fresh from quark's pussy
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spacedlexi · 1 year
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so theres these 2 zombie apocalypse daughters and im a disappointed parent who plays favorites
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glitchpirate · 1 year
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April’s VSArtParty batch!
Aether: @flower-crow
Carduus: @siins
Lily and Ray: @drewcakemix
Seong Jin: @awakenedsylvari
Luqqah: I sadly don’t know, someone please help out ;w;
IDs in alt!
Sorry for the inconsistent everything sdjkfshkj
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jerejerejere · 6 months
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Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I need a pause button on the obsession, i don't get anything done all my brain wants ot to be fed käärijä-shaped sugar 😭
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andrigyn · 6 months
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a vibes based bluegrass playlist for Wolfer by the lovely @peppershark
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rox-of-iu · 3 months
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Hey, just felt called to let you know that your MQF from SVSSS doodles give me such life and inspired how I write MQF in my fics. I love how you depict him and your art style is so refreshing and cute!
Just thought you should know. Hope you have a good day!
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HELLO HI THANK YOU SO MUCH??? 😭😭😭💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 GLAD TO BE OF SERVICE HAVE A FANTASTIC DAY OR NIGHT
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llumimoon · 7 months
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(me sitting here seething) ITS FINE its fine ITS FINE . I'LL GET MY LICENSE SOON ITS FINE
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seraphtrevs · 2 years
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Angsting over how all the salamancas seem to on some level understand that how Hector raised them hurt them but still feel duty bound to care for him.
Tuco is the most obvious but the twins seem to have some level of... maybe not a grudge, but disillusionment with how their uncle fucked them up. They only interact with him when nobody else can do it for them, case in point the hospital scene. Lalo is the only one who never shows a drop of discontent but surely he must think about it sometimes, if not in regards to his own childhood but his cousins'.
Honestly I get them because it IS very hard to acknowledge you were wronged as a child, and it must be infinitely worse for them because of the family-centric culture they grew up in. I volunteer to be their therapist I charge no fee.
I'm not sure how much the Salamanca boys understand that Hector hurt them (which he absolutely did) because they view his abuse as something that made them strong, and even special. The flashback scene with Hector and the twins in brba is so disturbing because we can see that they were once normal little boys. By the time they're grown, those little boys have become completely desensitized to violence, from watching it done to others but also having it done to themselves. It's really stomach-turning to imagine how Hector was able to turn normal children into what they became. When Hector is in the coma, they have nothing to say, not necessarily because they have any conscious recognition of the abuse they suffered, but because Hector took their voices from them in order to turn them into the weapons.
But Hector justifies his abuse as teaching them a lesson about how special it is to be a Salamanca, and that's something that they felt keenly too. Yes, he was hurting them, but only to teach them to be strong (at least, that's how they were taught to see it). The trauma they experienced as children binds them tightly together, so the abuse and the love are two sides of the same coin, impossible to separate.
I've always been curious about how old Lalo was when Hector murdered the professor. Probably not a child, but the way he tells the story seems like it was something foundational to his character, so maybe he was a teenager, or else a very young man. It's interesting that the victim was a professor, and Lalo views Hector as 'teaching the teacher,' but the professor wasn't the one he was teaching - Lalo was Hector's real student. Again, the violence and the love are tangled together, but Lalo seems to be on much more equal footing with Hector than the twins or Tuco, who Hector clearly views as a fuck-up and a disappointment.
My headcanons for Lalo's mom are for funsies, but I do think that he was exempt from the same level of abuse that Tuco and the twins suffered, possibly due to his mother's intervention. It's why he's so much more functional than his cousins and also why his relationship with Hector is better. I also think that even though the twins and Tuco are more violent, Lalo's actually the one who's more of a natural born killer due to his low empathy. Hector didn't have to break Lalo because he was already inclined that way.
That being said...I don't think that Lalo was necessarily destined to be violent from birth because his violence is mostly used as a means to an end and not something he engages in for pleasure. If he wasn't a son of the cartel, he might be a CEO somewhere, cheerfully ruining people's lives to enrich the shareholders. It's just that violence isn't something he naturally recoils from, the way most people do, which makes him an ideal cartel operative
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nygleskas · 5 days
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i want to make friends here and be more active and get a #following but also i hate posting on tumblr and it makes me paranoid 🤓
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b4didea · 8 days
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[ . . . 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥? . . . ]
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ficsforeren · 10 months
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Hey Kana! I've been a fan of your writings since the past year and I just wanted to say I love them and the way you reply to your asks ❤️ I just wanted to ask a question. How do you deal with the hate comments? Like doesn't it hurt when someone questions your writings? I'm kinda a baby when it comes to tumblr and I just received my first hate comment and it felt really bad. I'm really sorry if I'm bothering you. I just felt like you're someone I should consult about this.
Hello, darling! Thank you so much for sending me a message and you're not bothering me at all! I'm happy that you reached out to me! I don't think I'm the best person to seek advice from but I'll try my best to help! It gets a bit long under the cut, I'm sorry 😭
I have received a few hate comments in the past when I just started writing. Some of them were pretty traumatizing ngl and I had to take like a year break because of it 🥲 so I know how you feel and how upsetting it is. I'm so sorry that this happened to you, sweetheart 😭I'm sending you the biggest hug right now. Nobody in the world deserves a hate comment, especially when you're a writer/artist who creates stuff for free.
I just checked your blog to see the hate comment you were referring to (I hope you don't mind 😭) and I saw that some anon was mad because you wrote a smutty fic involving a character that's still a minor in canonverse.
Now, honey, I'm 10000000% on your side because a) it's your fic, your work, your blog, as long as you've put up some warnings, you can write whatever the hell you want. b) you've aged them up in your fics but even if you didn't age them up in your fics, that still doesn't make it okay for these people to be rude and attack you for it cause they're FICTIONAL. These characters are not real people with real life problems, they're literally just a bunch of drawings. That anon is spending their energy defending lines on paper and hurting a real person in the process.
Tbh I feel like this happens pretty often no matter what fandom you're in and I find it super weird that some people are actually upset about this. It's fiction! It's not real! And it's not like you support the stuff that's happening in the story! Like if you write about character A killing someone, it doesn't make you a murderer. It doesn't mean you support the act. If you write about incest, it doesn't mean you want to sleep with your dad or your brother. It's simply just for the plot, to make the story interesting. To share your ideas and be creative about it. And, the most important thing is, you're not forcing these people to read your fics, are you? They decided to read them on their own. And if you already wrote the warnings and they CHOSE to ignore them, that's their fault. It's like you see a bowl of hot peppers and you know they're spicy as hell but you choose to eat them anyway and when your tongue is on fire, you get angry "WHY IS THIS THING SO SPICY" like what????
A message for that anon: When you read stuff you don't like (stuff that someone wrote for FREE, stuff that someone spent hours or days creating it), the easiest thing you can do is just close the tab. Literally it takes zero energy to do it. Don't attack these writers with hate comments. Don't hurt their feelings. You don't know how hard they've worked on the story, their struggles in real life, or how insecure they are about their writing. One bad comment and they might stop writing forever, even when it's something that brought them comfort before. There are millions of other fics out there that you can read. Just scroll away and move on.
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marivenah · 1 year
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yea. more p/okémon ocs (x)
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Hey. So this. Is kind of sudden but just hypothetically. hypothetically ml mutuals and blorbos from my notes if I dropped watching ml will you. stop interacting
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halo-lll-odst · 2 years
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whats your favorite half life creature
I LOVE THE ANTLIONS SO MUCH theyre so goofy lookin and i think theyre really cute tbh. their sound effects are so good too they just buzz around and screech a bit. whenever i play nova prospekt i treat them like my children they are so goddamn cute. also i for some reason love the fucked up fact that their back legs are their front ones and their front legs are there back ones? like look at em theyre so funky. whats up with them i love them so
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houndeyes are probably a favorite too, i remember i once saw on a video analysis of houndeye behaviour i think it was? that someone's headcanon for them was that they aren't inherently hostile, but they just get so excited and unfortunately the sonic pulses they release as energy hurt the player. theyre just little space dogs and theyre really happy and theyre just so excited :( i wanna hold one also also also probably snarks, though maybe to a lesser degree? i think i moreso like how gordon plays with them as an idle animation in both hl1 and the black mesa remake LOL but theyre still super cute.
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stupid round thing i love it so fucking much. handheld idiot.
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honorhearted · 2 years
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Ben had always loved a.utumn. Memories of smoke-filled hearths tickling noses, leaves crunching underfoot, and his mother’s prized apple t.arts were only a few of the many delightful recollections, and he needed that now more than ever. The w.ar had not been kind.
Along with the changing leaves came the promise for personal growth – for regeneration from all the pain and d.eath the w.ar had strewn across the c.olonies. Ben, in particular, felt torn from the inside-out, uprooted, lost, and the harrowing result was he barely recognized his own reflection. Every man, woman and c.hild lost a piece of their soul in the fight for i.ndependence, and each breath Ben took felt akin to h.emorrhaging. His mistakes, his faults, his failures splattered across his inner h.eart and painted his insides a foul red. He couldn’t keep living like this…wouldn’t, in fact, which was why he’d ultimately gone in search of familiarity – of comfort. In other words, home.
L.itchfield was as vibrant and alive as he remembered it. The orange and yellow leaves seared across the horizon like a blazing i.nferno, reminiscent of the f.ire in his heart at the beginning of this fight. Long ago, Ben had been hopeful and alive once too, b.urning brightly and throwing all caution to the wind. He used to sneer in the face of d.anger. He’d laughed at the thought of becoming old and jaded and hollow when there was the taste of f.reedom to be had.
But he was wrong. He was all of those things now, and the final nail in the proverbial coffin had been Isabelle’s refusal to write him. He’d sent her a plethora of letters -- an embarrassing amount, really -- with nary a peep. She’d cast him aside when he’d needed her most. Why, he could never be certain, but perhaps she’d finally become wise. Perhaps she’d realized she was worth far, far more than a p.reacher’s son -- a t.eacher.
Doffing his hat, Ben entered the local tavern and headed toward the one open table at the edge of the room. The dimness of the candlelight in contrast to the afternoon sun had him squinting, and as he took a seat, he didn’t realize he was being approached until it was too late.
“Benjamin T.allmadge!” the middle-aged man crowed, grinning while clapping a hand onto his shoulder.
Ben jumped, bile rising in the back of his throat. Wall-eyed, he looked up at the other man, visibly trembling. These days, touch could be a double-edged sword. Even a mere brushing of fingers could have him high on the alert and ready to a.ttack, fearing for his life at every possible turn.
Bewildered by his response, the newcomer held his hand aloft and took a step back. “C.hrist, T.allmadge, I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to scare you...”
Swallowing, Ben heavily took a seat and set his t.ricorn onto the table. “I...i-it’s fine,” he stammered. “I’m sorry, Josiah. I didn’t realize it was you.”
“Nor I you, for a sec,” the man replied with a sad smile. “It’s so good to see you, k.id.”
K.id. It was strange, Ben thought. Despite the fact Josiah B.utterfield was about 12 years his senior, he was by no means a c.hild in comparison. Still, he’d always liked the b.anker, and found himself relieved to see a friendly face.
“Just get back, did you?”
Ben nodded, anxiously spinning his hat on the table. “Yes...I’ve barely set down my things at home,” he replied. “I’m grateful to you. I imagine you’re responsible for ensuring that my house was cared for?”
Josiah nodded. “Aye. Of course. Think nothing of it.”
Ben exhaled, knowing that he wanted to ask about Isabelle, but for the sake of his heart, refrained. Instead, he pressed, “How are things for you? I imagine that in these seven years, a lot has happened.”
Finally, a sly look crossed Josiah’s features and he nodded, tilting his head. “Quite a lot, indeed,” he allowed. “I just got married at the start of this year.”
“Truly?” Ben asked, offering a tired smile. “That’s wonderful news...my sincerest congratulations! In these trying times, we have to grab hold of the joyous things in life and never let go.” Gesturing toward him, he pressed, “Who’s the lucky lady?”
“Isabelle Allard.”
All at once, any good cheer Ben felt plummeted into the pit of his stomach, churning and acidic as he visibly paled. Swallowing, it suddenly became difficult to breathe. “Isabelle...Allard?” he echoed.
“Aye. Well, Isabelle B.utterfield now,” Josiah replied with a wink. “I recall you two being rather close. I trust the town gossip about your intentions were-?”
“Wrong,” Ben cut in, the lump in his throat only worsening. “Completely, utterly false.” Staggering up from his chair, he swiped his hat and choked out, “I have to go.”
“What? But you just got here!” Josiah complained. “At least have a round on me? Your service deserves to be celebrated!”
“Later,” Ben snapped, and perhaps with far too much brusqueness. “I just remembered some affairs I need to settle, but upon my honor, Josiah: we’ll have that drink. Someone needs to toast your good fortune.”
Before the other man could argue, Ben spun on his heel and stormed back out into the dusty street. It wasn’t until he was walking away, his heart strings being shorn apart and his knees wobbling that he fought back a dry sob. Just like the w.ar had stolen his ability to remain calm, he also could no longer cry. 
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He didn’t know why he was here. Ben didn’t know why after the news, he’d taken to their special meeting place, walking as though his very life depended upon it. He pushed through underbrush and brambles and twigs, the forest snagging at his coat and stockings as he moved. But he didn’t stop. Not until he reached the clearing -- their clearing. Yet the moment he stumbled upon the familiar sight of auburn leaves and still, placid water, he realized he wasn’t alone...
“Izzy?” The name came out as a choked whisper, almost as if Ben were afraid she was a mirage -- that Isabelle would disappear the moment he acknowledged her presence.
Trembling, he remained stock-still, his hands balling into fists as he watched the afternoon sun outline her silhouette like burnished gold. His heart ached at the sight -- of the memory of running his fingers through her hair and cradling her in the crook of his arm; of lying in the grass in this very spot, laughing and whispering promises for better tomorrows...and now that was all gone.
“What are you doing here?” Ben demanded. His tone was sharp and accusatory, and just as before, he felt the stabbing pain of emotion in his throat.
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