#I am not immune to otters
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noooo reo don’t fall down the no connection plinko
#sarazanmai#solid bit of sarazanmai angst for y'all#I am not immune to otters#mabu#reo#gore cw#on account of the heart thing#sometimes I draw stuff and I'm like damn this is too edgy I'm embarassed to post it#but then I remember that the animation team that made Sarazanmai literally drew something literally this edgy?#weird that I'm the one that has to be embarassed about it
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i swear nothing makes me feel like a kid in a good way more than museum and zoo gift shops
#i am not immune to otter plushies made of recycled plastic#best part of being an adult is having my own money to buy these things
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big surprise /sar but clownpierce for character bingo?
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K absolutely none of this is connected to her shows and her worker drama it's unrelated; but I'm not gonna lie Viv's Japan vacation where she's showing herself with a bunch of animal cafes is really starting to piss me off.
The deer being fed I think are wild, I don't have anything to say about that. But the owl cafes, the otter cafe, the marine park.
Look here! I'm not anti-captivity, honest (though AZA is hard to trust when they legit have an approval rating on Seaworld), but I really am skeeved out by so-called zoos and attractions that let you pet the animals, kind of especially if they aren't domesticated animals but exotics. Though, tbh even dog/cat pet shelters or whatever sound pretty hectic to eat at. Also, feels a little unsanitary. But even if that weren't a problem I just...kind of don't like anything where the animals are literally tied down and can't escape from you. It's the same reason I and a lot of other people don't like those pony-rides at fairs. The whole time you're worried about the animal's safety and happiness and also you aren't having any real connection to them.
Watching animals in an enclosure that's nice where they're just doing their thing >>> having to pet the animal. Not that I'm immune to propaganda and wouldn't absolutely volunteer to clean up scat if it meant I could hold a weasel being rehabilitated to the wild for a hot minute. I would 100% do that (it'd bite. Don't care). But there's that and then there's me getting to bond with a weasel that's shock collared or chained somehow and can't escape from me. That doesn't sit right.
And no. I don't care if it's in another country it's still wrong by a lot of global standards. In fact, I think it's kind of weird that people are doing the "respect other cultures"-thing only when it comes to Instagramable stories.
Ya'll have to realize it's not just yuppie American vegangelicals complaining. There are animal rights orgs in Thailand fighting elephant tourism, there ARE animal rights orgs in Japan and they do not like the animal cafes. Animal rights/welfare aren't some kind of 'annoying' American pastime. Why do you think Milo and Otis was controversial? Why do you think Padak exists? Respecting other cultures and their practices means: letting indigenous people hunt the animals they've been hunting for thousands of years, which of course isn't always going to be pretty cause that's what traditional hunting IS; it's allowing ritual animal slaughter in spaces and religions where that's done to feed the community and not as torture or sacrifice. And personally, as a mostly vegetarian, I say right on to both of those things.
Zoos, farms, petting zoos, aquariums and sanctuaries are YMMV, but I vouch for them in theory and usually in practice. Animal cafes and marine parks? I'm sorry but I can't not see those as being tourism and exploitive at best. Especially marine parks.
Viv straight up did a pic based on Blackfish but I guess that doesn't matter in Japan. I'm really disappointed in her as someone who loves animals. Because hey- when you as a human-animal love the other creatures of this earth, of course things like our rights come first. Humans are just that kind of animal and I don't think there's anything wrong with taxidermy or vulture culture. But, especially as an adult, you should know how to take care of animals and it should be your responsibility as their caretaker to give them the best care you have.
There's a petshop near where I (no longer in a few weeks) work. It used to hate that place cause I saw a rat eating another rat's baby alive among other abuses and the owner straight up didn't give a shit, not about the rat or that he was putting smaller reptiles in cages with monitor lizards. You can guess how that ended.
That place has new owners now. It mostly has animals there in transition. While they still have feeders (I know, that's prolly controversial to the reptile parents reading), their conditions have really improved. No crowding the rats, even the feeders, in unsafe unventilated places. They get REALLY mad if you tap the glass on the cages. No more keeping lovebirds apart from birds so that they're always calling. Betafish males get actual decorated tanks to themselves instead of those depressing bowls! If petstores and units where you pick up your expensive reptiles, fish and birds from HAVE to exist, I'd rather they be places like this. Places where the staff are trying and really do seem to love and want the best for their animals while expecting nothing fancy from the animals in return.
I'd love to be proven wrong on this- I remember seeing a yt vid for a bed and breakfast where you ate outside with the cows that made the dairy you're eating, and them being cows they of course wanted to come up and say hi to the guests. Of course I'd love that '' magical '' experience with an animal while I'm enjoying my coffee. But I just can't trust cafes and exotic petting zoos like this. My family has veterinarians, farmers, vegans and vegetarians, and FFA graduates in it. I'm just really concerned about the little things like this.
I know in my heart that of course Viv doesn't want to hurt any animals- but it bothers me.
Thoughts @chaifootsteps @derangedhyena-delphinidae?
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Thanks @rimeswithpurple and @imagineacoolusername for the tags. And for all those that tagged me Sunday as well. I was unfortunately busy watching my kiddo WIN A STATE SOCCER CHAMPIONSHIP.
Anywhoozle, that’s not what you all came for. Here’s your hockey fic fix:
“Don’t give yourself so much credit, babe.”
He keeps talking. Rambling on about a Gareth and just how bad a practice can be, but mind hasn’t moved passed the word babe.
Babe?
I never took Simon for the pet-name type. I didn’t even take me for the pet-name type! But that one word pooled something in my belly, something warm and inviting.
Fun fact, I myself loathe pet names. The glare I would level my darling husband with if he ever called me one would be deadly.
On to the next WIP. Here’s a bit from the next section of the playlist prompt:
We were up all night, talking trash and wasting time.
At a certain point, I’m drunk enough to tell Agatha she’s beautiful and give her a sloppy wink.
“I’m immune to your lines, Simon,” she tells me.
“S’not a line,” I hiccup. “I really mean it.”
“You wouldn't tomorrow, at least not how you want to mean it. You’re a mess.”
She’s not wrong.
I am a mess.
That’s all she wrote… literally.. I gotta get on it.
Tags: @ic3-que3n @dohrnaira @thewholelemon @facewithoutheart @artsyunderstudy @shemakesmeforget @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ionlydrinkhotwater @wellbelesbian @aristocratic-otter @cutestkilla @blackberrysummerblog @nausikaaa @supercutedinosaurs @nightimedreamersworld
#pet names make me cringe#but I think they make Baz melt#hockey fic#playlist prompt#simon snow#baz pitch#carry on fandom#simon snow series#snobaz#carry on series#simon baz#simon and baz#snowbaz#work in progresss wednesday
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Ok i am tired about the HFY and Humans are space orks stories referring to us as apex predators ...
Like where do i begin :
1) there are many other categories of animals that can be wayy scaries than apex predators : aggressive large erbivores , highly venomous guys , animaps like bats that live in extremely dense communities , have powerful immune systems and can trasmit some serius messed up disease they had in their system , parasites who want to intentionally infect you with serius illnesses and yeah basically that ...
2) apex predator is a meaningless term in ecology , top order carnivore is a more apt one and it refers to an animal that has the ability to regulate the prey population in it's territory ...
3) humans are top order carnivores , but we are like a lot of other things before that :
We are frugivores , meaning we eat fruits a lot of those actually , a lot more of those than meat as our closer relatives show ,
Yes , chimps are predators but if fruit is plentiful they don't hunt as much , also hunting is a male specific behavior ...
At best apes and primates are opportunistic carnivores that mostly eat leafy greens and fruit ...
And this seems to be a common pattern : frugivore animals like parrots , crows , other monkeys , squirrels , rats and pigs exibit a higher intelligence than your avarage animal ...
Mostly because having a source of easy calories that requires memorization of location and time of year is somenthing that requires more brain than hunting somenthing ...
Seashell has similar proprieties wich is why otters and octopuses are brainy as well ...
But yeah calling humans with our small theet , weak jaws and flat nails apex predators just feels goofy imo ...
Just recognize that we are the weirdo frugivores that have metacognition tool use and vocal learning to an extremely high degree ...
We can use these to change our enviroment into fertile fields where animals we care for eat and drink ...
We can do much more than beating everything in the biosphere ,
We can straight up turn the biosphere into our fertile forest ...
And it's not unlikely that our brothers in the stars did the same as well
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(learns an important lesson about thinking critically about what I see on the internet... from a fake Octonauts screenshot) I am not immune to propaganda :(
Okay, but on a happier note: those are some cool sea otter OCs! And those editing skills were absolutely fantastic too.
It’s sad, isn’t it? 😂
And thank you! Took me a while to get the screenshot to look the way I wanted, and at least I had some fun out of it, too. 🤪
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I posted 2,606 times in 2022
That's 1,223 more posts than 2021!
115 posts created (4%)
2,491 posts reblogged (96%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@calamitys-child
@beatrice-otter
@kelpforestdwellers
@johannestevans
@anais-ninja-bitch
I tagged 2,056 of my posts in 2022
Only 21% of my posts had no tags
#art - 231 posts
#ofmd - 227 posts
#needs captions - 121 posts
#queue and snake translate to the same word in german - 117 posts
#queer stuff - 85 posts
#video - 81 posts
#dracula daily - 79 posts
#crow talks - 78 posts
#good advice - 65 posts
#ofmd fanart - 60 posts
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#honestly at this point my main thought about it is 'how on earth would we do this when the relevant people are in three different countries'
I sent 1 gift in 2022
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
losing my mind at how Jonathan Harker will spend a whole day in a carriage with terrified peasants, be driven in circles for hours through pitch-black night while hunted by bloodthirsty wolves, and then wait outside an evilly looming door in an ancient castle courtyard for ages, and his reaction is “huh I wonder if this is a normal part of the job”
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#4
so today on the train I was thinking about how jeans were first patented in 1873, and Dracula was published and is set in the 1890s, and what I’m saying is, you cannot stop me from imagining Quincey Morris in denim for the entire duration of the book
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#3
as of this post, the “Goncharov (1973)” tag on AO3 has 42 works in it. the oldest is dated to 19/11/2022, i.e. yesterday.
the devil works fast, but fanfic authors committed to an extended joke about a nonexistent movie work faster
3,539 notes - Posted November 20, 2022
#2
two days into Dracula and Jonathan Harker already can’t stop talking about Mina... collecting recipes for her.. hoping that if anything happens to him his journal will reach her... the man’s not even married yet and his wife guy energy is already off the charts
5,521 notes - Posted May 5, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
underdiscussed benefit of auditory processing issues is that I’m basically immune to catcalling because I fully. do not understand a single word of what people are saying. half the time I barely realise it’s me they’re talking to because it‘s not like I can figure it out based on content and context clues. there’s just Some Guys Yelling on the other side of the street, and it barely occurs to me to feel addressed because I am, at any given time, too busy thinking about the menacing duality of rhododendrons
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top 5 animals
ask me my top 5 anything
Wonderful question :3c
Cats - specifically I mean housecats. They can be friendly but not overly so, they love their personal space, I too love my personal space. Also having a purring cat in your lap should be considered heaven
Tigers and the Felidae family at large - big kitties!! I know they are danger but if danger why friend shaped. Childhood stuffed animal is a white tiger, enough said about that
Otters - specifically river otters but that's very arbitrary mainly cause we have river otters here and this is a landlocked country. When I was little there was a tv show about a baby otter and I went mom I love them and the rest was history
Horses - hi yes I was in fact a horse girl as a little kid. I just think they're neat, what do you mean we managed to befriend these creatures several times our weight? I will not ask questions
Bunnies - they're fluffy. And cute. What's not to like about them
Yes the fluffier and/or cuter the animal is the more I love them thanks for asking. I am not immune to adorable creatures. And yes I had (have) stuffed animal for each of the aforementioned
#ask#ask game#sam tag#also baby me getting introduced to medieval history always immediately wanting to know what horses did. maybe that is#why i liked knights so much. horses. always horses#too bad i am probably not going to study medieval history. baby me would be horrified that i like 20th century more now
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Get to know me meme
Thanks for the tag, @zadusk!
Tag nine people you want to get to know better
Favorite color: cyan Teal
Currently reading: Miss Moriarty, I Presume? from the Lady Sherlock series by Sherry Thomas
Last song: I think it was Dvorak’s 9th symphony? I had a classical playlist on a work
Last movie: Pirates of the Caribbean (the first one, because I am not immune to nostalgia)
Savory/Sweet/Spicy? I enjoy most foods, but I have a pretty big sweet tooth. Also any combination of savory, sweet, and/or spicy is *chef’s kiss*
Currently working on: A longfic involving simulated realities, with an emphasis on looooong (it’s been in the works since January)
Tagging @anonymousdandelion, @ineffable-doll, @be-kind-to-each-otter, @wick-de-la-vela, @small-cog, @fanishjuli, @flameraven, @ngkiscool, @ineffablefool, but no pressure to answer! If you’re reading this and I didn’t tag you, consider this an invitation to join in if you’d like
#cyankelpie answers#cog I'm sorry tumblr doesn't want me to tag you#which is to say I can't get the tag to work T_T#hopefully you see this anyway#I'm also like 50/50 on whether any of the other tags worked#so uh#(flings this post into the void)
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Okay maybe Tuvok/Janeway DOES hit after further tests*
*tests include me going ‘mmmm what if best friends also kiss?’ to the exclusion of all else
#If you're worried about T'Pel worry no more! Janeway also gives her a kiss v_v#don't lie and say you wouldn't want to fall into being a quasi-third in a vulcan marriage#I am not immune to healthy sweet relationships#Also bc I'm a genius Janeway also has a crush on Chakotay and is like having a serious discussion with Tuvok#'what should I do? I can't be with him...it would be inappropriate with me as his superior officer....'#and Tuvok lets the silence stretch meaningfully and the camera zooms out and Janeway is like sitting in his lap or something#and she's like 'this doesn't count.' and Tuvok raises a brow bc she's right it doesn't but he wants to tease her#I want Tuvok & Janeway's romantic entanglements to be like that picture of the otter(?) relationship chart...incomprehensible. vast.
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NEver forget my love for Mayer or Pengi
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Adding on, what do you think each of the boys twilight forms would be? It’s super interesting!
Oh! I actually had this talk with the amazing @kiraff!
The two of us conspired and came up with the following (under the cut to save those who have no interest)
So, cannonically, Time and Twilight have wolf forms. I like this, and decided to just leave it, I won't mess with it. The same goes with Legend and his bunny form (although Akira Himekawa's take has him as a wolfos, and I do have a theory on that too).
Additionally, I have already stated my theory that Four would be a cat (although I do appreciate the theories and ideas shared with me by others, they were pretty cool!)
So, in no particular order, we sorted out the heroes in their animal forms, taking into account that the heroes known to have alternate forms have something unique about their animal self, usually coloring or markings that set them apart as unusual or not your standard beasts.
Kiraff and I agreed that alternate forms (mermaid tail, fairy form, transformation masks) would not affect the changing of the hero into an animal, as, if their power isn't actually that of a deity, they would have to adapt to live in the darkness.
With this in mind, here's what the two of us decided:
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Wind is an Otter. His unique trait is that he has a roughly skull shaped blotch of fur on his belly that is lighter in color than the rest of his fur. I wouldn't say he's particularly light colored, even with his hair, he's just a nice rich brown like most otters.
Otters are animals that straddle the line between being aquatic and living on land. They can't survive without both, and need access to bodies of water to stay healthy. They are territorial, and can be quite vicious if needed, but to the casual viewer they seem playful and silly.
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Hyrule is a Fennec Fox. His unique trait is that, while he is roughly colored the same creamy base color as most fennec foxes, the tips of his ears and the upper fur along his back and tail is a dusty pink (whether this is because he's related to Legend or part fairy, you may decide for yourself).
Fennec foxes are agile creatures, and survivors. They are native to dry and desolate places such as deserts, and are both hunters and hunted, as they are small carnivores. They're alert little things, and while usually calm, they know how to have fun, and can be quite social. Not as importantly, but something fun I found on the side while researching them; usually family groups consist of about ten individuals, and how many Links are there? Let's add Malon, now how many?
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Sky is a Bird. I have two takes on this actually.
While technically he holds the Master Sword, and thus would be immune to the twilight, if he were to drop it, one of two things would happen.
He'd be an bird of prey of some kind: Just, Sky is a bird, he has that energy. The twilight reflects your soul, and as Skyloftians say that your loftwing is the other half of your soul, I think it's fair to say this means Sky would have to be a bird. His unique feature would be golden feathers that speckle his coat, since he's so closely associated with Hylia.
Birds of prey are hunters, and fiercely loyal to their young/mate. While they aren't often keen on attacking animals significantly bigger than them, many will do so to protect their territory/nest/young. They're graceful creatures, and honestly, the way birds fall asleep is Much Sky Energy.
(Loftwing Sky is a fun idea too actually and if Crimson saw him I just see that big bird going 'Baby. Mine. My baby is now a bird too.' and just going all mama/papa bird (i all ways))
Alternatively, for crack, he turns into a cucko.
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If you didn't already know, I am a loyal subscriber to the fan theory that Wild is Wars' son, so I actually have them sharing an animal, the Lion.
(This makes Cub super applicable to Wild, which is a fun side affect.)
Lions are pack creatures, and usually travel/work/hunt in groups, much like Wild and Warriors originally did in their journeys, Wars with the army and Wild with the champions. Heaven help you if you harm that pack though. They are skilled hunters and stalkers, and can sneak up on their prey almost silently. They aren't afraid to mess with herds and packs bigger than them, at least as long as they have a good strategy in mind. And they are strong, highly territorial and protective, and absolutely terrifying to meet when you're alone.
The unique features I see for these two? Wild is a cub, duh, he's still a kid (17 in my cannon) but he's already got the starts of an impressive mane (Wars is not jealous at all), he also shares in his dad's unique trait, which is...being blue.
Honestly, I agonized over this for forever because i couldn't think of a symbol that is unique to Warriors, on any physical trait that might carry over between forms. I finally settled on color, with blue as it's the color that is exclusive to Wild and Wars (Wind wears it too, but for most of his journey that kid is wearing green. In LU he's walking around in his PJs).
Neither Legend or Wars can really tease each other, because like this Wars can't grab anything, so he can't really mock Legend (who can) for not being able to defend himself well. Also, they're both weird colors (even if pink is far funnier than blue).
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So yeah! Feel free to talk to me about any ideas y'all might have regarding this or twilight realm shenanigans in general!
#twilight realm#twilight forms#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu wind#lu hyrule#lu sky#lu wild#lu warriors#lu time#lu twilight#lu legend#lu four#linked universe theory#an idiot theory#idiot answers#asks and answers#asks
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Hello lovelyyy! Could i request a Billy imagine? He makes fun of the reader after hooking up with her at a party and she just playa along for the sake of his reputation but it hurts her a lot. He finds her and apologizes and its all really angsty with a happy ending??✨
Facades - B. Hargrove
I love this req so so so so so so much and I am so sorry I took so long to complete it! If you hate it then I am so so sorry and I hope you let me know so i can send you pictures of baby otters to apologise!
I really hope you like it!!
TW: THIS STORY CONTAINS MENTIONS OF BULLYING, SEXUAL REFERENCES, SWEARING, BRIEF ALLUSIONS TO DOMESTIC VIOLENCE / PARENTAL ABUSE, BILLY BEING A BIT OF A MYSOGINISTIC PRAT, Y/N STANDING UP FOR THE LITTLE PEEPS AND BEING A QUEEN AND MENTIONS OF NON-CONSENSUAL STARING AT INTIMATE BODY PARTS.
IF THIS CONTENT CAN POTENTIALLY TRIGGER YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ. YOUR OWN MENBTAL AND PHSYICAL HEALTH IS IMPORTANT, SO PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF. MY INBOX IS ALWAYS OPEN.
Original Story by defensive_sarcasm17.
Please do not copy, reproduce or repost without credit or in a manner that removes my username, and/or ownership from the work. Stealing is not cool, my loves.
Billy Hargrove was an asshole.
Not just your regular asshole, but the kind that knew he was an asshole and allowed his severe longing for attention to control his every action. Whether positive or negative attention, he craved it; he reveled in it.
He knew it was wrong, but simply knowing he was on somebody’s mind in any way filled him with a sense of pride. It disgusted him but the thrill was far too addictive.
And there was sweet Y/N. Anybody could tell that she didn’t fit in. She walked - no, she strut - to the beat of her own drum. The minute he arrived she caught his attention. He had never before witnessed how somebody could be so unique and beautiful, yet remain on the outside. She was a fascinating creature and he hadn’t before felt such an intense desire to get to know somebody.
She was so different to so many people, both in personality and appearance, yet she took care to avoid bringing others down. Her first interaction with him was her reprimanding him for speaking ill of another girl in their grade with his friends. She had overheard the conversation that occurred near to her locker and made sure to discuss it with him away from his friends.
The last thing she wanted to do was embarrass him and herself, but she also needed to tell him that his behaviour was unacceptable. He made more of an effort to watch his tongue after that, but old habits die hard and he quickly resorted back to being an ill-mannered asshole.
Just... never to her.
Nevertheless, he was still drawn to her. Their relationship evolved, a few sneaky kisses, hanging out outside of the arcade, or the cinema, or even the one time that Billy was eating at the diner and Y/N took a seat across from him just to babble about some new thing she was doing. If she was anybody else, Billy would have told her to take a hike, but instead, he clung to every word she told.
What Y/N didn’t know, though, was that she had become a butt of some jokes amongst Billy’s friends. Her kind, bubbly personality, her eyes that were often wide in energetic glee, the way she held a cheesy smile on her lips whenever she passed Billy in the hall.
To her it was normal. Never in her the lengths of her imagination would she conclude that the way she behaved would spur other people - people that she has grown alongside - to ridicule and tease her behind her back.
So she continued on in blissful nativity, even going as far as spending a night with the brutish boy - cuddled together, fumbling blindly amongst the rumpled sheets of her double bed. What started as a meaningless conversation at one of the many parties ended in one of the best nights that either had experienced.
She was entirely enamored by him, forming an intense and strong connection with the way he would present himself to her. She quite enjoyed the Jekyll within him.
The euphoria that he felt in her presence wouldn’t fade away like it normally did, even as he took his leave from her.
But when Billy was seen by Y/N’s neighbour, Angela, leaving her house early in the morn, the news circulated with the intensity of a swarm of angry locusts amongst the school.
And when Billy turned up to school late the next day, after a long and enjoyable farewell with Y/N and a quick stop at his own abode to change and freshen up, he was hounded the minute he approached his friends in the cafeteria.
“Please for the love of all that is cool in this world, tell me you didn’t hook up with freaky Y/N,” Tommy blurted in front of almost the entire cafeteria. The frown on Billy’s face did nothing to deter the boy, and from the corner of his eye he could see Y/N still as a statue as she felt most eyes turn towards her. Her tray was clasped between her fingers and she struggled to shift her features away from shock. “I mean, look at her,” he raised a hand as if he intended to whisper, yet the silence of the room ensured everybody heard, “You’d get more satisfaction out of a bean bag chair. She’s a dork.”
In that moment, he had two options: stick up for Y/N and confess to the growing admiration he harbored for her in front of everybody, and remove the cloud of admiration he received from many women and men alike; or do what billy does best-
“Please, I won’t put my dick just anywhere, willingly,” he scoffed, avoiding the burning gaze from the girl. His stormy blue eyes hid the flurry of his neurons, all of them working overtime to one up with an excuse, an answer, anything to avoid judgement from his peers. “She ended up with my jacket at the end of the night and there was no way I was letting her keep it.”
Tommy had an evil smirk on his face, turning his gaze towards Y/N and eyeing her in a grotesque way. His eyes linger on her chest for longer than she deemed comfortable before he snapped back to Billy. “Figured as much, but, we’ve all seen the way the freak looks at you. Even now, she can’t keep her eyes off of you.”
More sniggers erupted throughout the room. Y/N placed her tray down carefully, planning to leave the room as fast as she could, but she stopped when she saw Tommy crook a finger at her. He beckoned her closer, and she wanted nothing more than to shrink down to the size of a mouse.
“Is she dumb?” Tommy grunted as he nudged Billy’s shoulder with his own. “Come here, freaky!” Some chatter resumed in the room, but all eyes were still on her. She slowly stepped towards their table, crossing the few meters difference as slow as she could.
A chuckle left Billy, but he had forced it from his chest. His mind was going through many scenarios in which he could hurt Tommy, his favourite settling on stabbing him in the hand with one of the cafeteria forks followed by a severe pummeling to the face, but the eyes on him sent his adrenaline spiking. He felt horrible about speaking so badly of Y/N, but everybody had their attention focused on him. He was making people laugh, gasp, grumble even. He saw the girls at the table next to them get closer, winking at him and whispering along themselves about Y/N.
It was intoxicating.
“Tell us, freaky,” Tommy drawled, a sinister smirk forming in his thin and cracked lips. “You’re just obsessed with my man, Billy, here. Aren’t you?” Billy didn’t meet her eyes, and she knew - she just knew - that he didn’t enjoy what was happening, but she figured he would have the decency to stop it from continuing.
She had seen many sides of Billy, including the menacing, careless, boarding-on-sociopathic side, but she had managed to convince herself that she was immune to the abuse that tumbled from his lips. Y/N was already scolding herself inside her mind for thinking such discrepancies.
“Look at her, Billy. She can’t even speak!” Billy felt Tommy shove his shoulder with the palm of his hand, dropping the appendage quickly when he noticed the glare Billy shot him. His face paled slightly before the arrogance returned and the smirk resurfaced when his gaze shifted back to Y/N.
She hadn’t moved, her eyes locked on Billy. In those situations, Y/N knew her tear ducts were far to close to her eyelids, often spilling over at the any confrontation. She shied away from it, knowing that it often resulted in heartache and misfortune - but this time she felt anger. She just wasn’t quite sure if the anger was directed at herself or Billy.
Maybe both.
To add fuel to the flame, Billy turned his steely cerulean eyes towards her, raking them along the length of her body before he decided to open his mouth once again.
“Do i make you speechless?” his voice was sultry, warm, juxtaposing with the chill that ran down her spine at the audition.
It took her back to the previous night when he whispered sweet nothings against her skin. But she knew this was not the same Billy. This was the Billy that he would show to everyone. Everyone but her.
This was his Hyde, and she despised it. This was far from her Billy, but she knew how much his reputation meant to him.
He held her gaze strongly, but she could see something else in his expression. He was hoping that she would stay quiet, retreat from any chance of spilling his secret to the entire cafeteria, but part of his mind was telling him that he deserved her to speak the truth.
“I can’t help it, Billy,” she mumbled, hoping that a confession would make everything end. Her face was stoic, jaw set in a tight clench, only relenting to let the words slip out. To the rest of the cafeteria, it would portray as nerves and embarrassment, but to Billy - he knew that something had definitely changed in the usual mild-mannered, kind-hearted woman. Shame was running through her head at an alarming rate, mixed with embarrassment and cut with a growing anger. “I’ve had a crush on you for so long. It’s hard to deny how i feel about you.”
The words hit him like a speeding truck. Despite their activities, she had never once given him an indication for the depth of her feelings, nor had he for her. He had came to the conclusion that she simply knew of his emotions without the audition of them - he treated her so differently, he thought.
Nevertheless, he wanted to believe that her words were the truth, but the fire blazing in her beautiful eyes set his skin alight and had his heart pounding against his ribcage with guilt. She was Y/N. She was kind, she knew him. She knew how much he craved the satisfaction of being on somebody’s mind as if he could sense that he held somebody’s attention.
He knew she did it to help him, and he was somewhat grateful underneath the growing guilt.
“Wow,” Tommy breathed. His face held a look of astonishment, but once again he returned to his stock standard expression. “What an absolute spaz!”
Billy found himself nodding along to avoid the heat-filled stare, swallowing the lump of bile rising in his throat, “Why is it that all the dorks think they have a chance with me? I must have a wannabe-magnet that makes them all hot for me,” his cackle was filled with faux-malice, but the students were none the wiser. His thoughts were roaming around his head, moving faster than he was sure his brainwaves could manage.
He barely noticed when a feminine voice hit his ears and said something about Y/N needing to cool off before pouring a drink over her head. The red liquid was already beginning to stain her shirt and her hair was pushed to the front of her face.
“There you go,” Carol - the girl that had Tommy wrapped so tightly around her little finger that she has a circulation issue - had been the one to spill the liquid over her head. The smile on Carol’s face was dripping with sugar, but Billy knew that it was actually salt.“The red makes you look less like an ugly cow.”
A gasp left her lips, her eyes closing quickly. Y/N knew that the tip of the iceberg was approaching. Everybody has the point in their anger when they hit a point of hypersensitivity. Their body struggling to find a way to release the pent up friction in anyway, and it chooses to take the route of tears.
When she opened her eyes they had already began to blur with tears, yet she could still make out Billy’s figure, but she didn’t stay long enough to hear their taunts any longer. Her feet carried her to her car at a steady pace, where she finally allowed the emotion to escape in any way it pleased.
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He had expected to see her in their next class. Her presence was the only think that kept him from flipping out during their history class. Mr Daniels, the balding, narcissistic, middle-aged douche bag, had it out for him. Billy had often joked that it was because of the hair - pure jealousy, he said. The mere sight of Y/N’s profile managed to keep him occupied, his mind running wild with thoughts of the woman.
But when he had noticed she wasn’t there, all resolve had fled his body as his body fled the school. He had been trying to reach her since he had left, the pay phone on the corner of the block had his attention for nearly an hour, all of his change spent dialing her number over and over again with the same result.
The guilt was eating away at him, shame creeping up his spine.
He was an asshole. Plain and simple.
He had spent nearly his entire wallet on the pay phone, growing more frustrated by the minute. If she were home, she would answer. She always did. She was too kind to ignore a call. Hell, she even stayed on the line with telemarketers until they stopped talking for long enough for her to apologise and bid them goodbye.
The mere thought had him slumping his forehead against the receiver of the phone. His patience had worn thin and he cursed under his breath as he reefed his keys from his pocket and set off towards his blue camaro.
He needed to see her. The image of tears running down her cheek was burned into his mind, occupying all of his thoughts as his subconscious mapped out the route to her house. He had only been there once, maybe twice after dropping her home one afternoon, but he had the way etched into his hippocampus alongside many things about Y/N.
He had barely pulled in to the curb before he shut down the engine and stomped to her door.
His knuckles were rapping on the door before he knew it.
He knocked again, and once more. But no answer. Her car was parked in the drive way, he knew she was home. He picked up on the faint sound of music playing, some indie band that she was fond of. Not Billy’s taste.
“Y/N?” He called, fighting the lump that had swollen in his throat. “Y/N, please, I need to talk to you!”
The door opened slightly, just enough for Y/N to stare at him with innocent eyes full of shame before the chain stopped it from advancing further.
“I think you’ve said enough, Billy,” her voice sounded broken. Shattered even.
Her hair was still saturated, the T-Shirt she wore was stained, and he faintly recognized it as one of her favourite articles. A from was deeply carved into her features and he had to restrain his mind from thinking about how she adorable she looks with a crease between her brows and a dimple forming on her chin with growing anger.
“Darling, please let me in. I need to talk to you about something,” he flashed a charming smile. His pink lips contrasted perfectly against his sun-kissed skin. He was a delectable sight and he knew so; he made sure to dress to impress on the daily. He craved the looks of lust and jealousy. Like neon straight into his awaiting veins, it was his drug. Even the way Y/N glared up at him made his ego hum, but his heart ached with the disappointment she showed. “What happened in the cafeteria... it’ll never happen again. I just, I couldn’t-“
The door abruptly slammed in his face silencing his words in an instant. He froze, the sound shaking his spine and clearing his train of thought, only for the sound of a chain clicking and the door reopening capture his attention back.
There she stood. Hair drenched beyond all hope, clothes stained a bright red, throwing off the aesthetic of her outfit for the day. Her makeup was smudged more than he originally thought, as if she had been furiously scrubbing at her eyes with her hands. His heart ached, but he couldn’t deny the excitement in his nerves when she gave him her full attention.
Her hand reached out to grab his shirt, pulling him inside faster than he thought possible.
“Couldn’t what?” She snapped at him, venom coating her words in a way that made him recoil. “Couldn’t resist making fun of me? Couldn’t resist having every single pair of eyes on you? Couldn’t resist taking the piss out of me, just like you have done for months?”
She wasn’t meant to know about that, he thought. She was meant to be none the wiser. His face paled, eliciting a dry laugh from her chest. She felt the pressure of the forced omission in her stomach, the muscles aching from the furious sobs that racked her frame moments before.
“All of this time, I was trying to be your friend, Billy! And you!” She waved her hand at him, pointing at him in a manner dripping with unbridled anger. “You were playing me for the fool! I’ve been the butt of all jokes between you and your asshole friends since the minute I opened my big mouth to talk to you, haven’t I?”
He knew he was in the wrong. He knew that he should have punched Tommy in the face for even bringing anything up in front of her. His friend had noticed that he had abruptly halted the jokes surrounding the girl in question, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit the real reason why. He was falling head over heels, but he just didn’t know it yet.
Now he felt like his heart was ripping in two at the sight of her blotchy cheeks and red rimmed eyes, and he was the reason.
“It started as a joke, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you,” His voice was full of pain. Self-loathing. “Yeah, Tommy and I used to make fun of you for a while, but...” his words faded away.
The chuckle that left her lips this time was a hearty one, more like she was laughing at an actual joke than their humourless situation.
He didn’t realise how intently he was staring at her sock covered feet until he brought his eyes up to her face. She was genuinely laughing, but the tears that he didn’t realise were falling down her cheeks made his arms twitch from the need to hug her.
“My god,” she huffed, bringing her palms to her eyes and pressing hard, almost as if trying to hold her tears back. Her voice deceived her, and she sobbed for - what felt like - the millionth time that day. “I’m such an idiot.”
His hands connected with her shoulders and he brought her in against his chest. The hug was all he could do to comfort her, for he knew so little about his own emotions to even begin to understand another’s pain.
“Every time we spoke, every time we hung out together...” she pulled herself back from his chest. She couldn’t stand the contact that she craved so much, for she knew that it was unrequited. “Every time I kissed you.. last night. It was all bullshit!”
“Princess,” his own voice began to shake, feeling overwhelmed and anxious, “Every moment I have ever spent with you has been because I want to.”
She worked her hands into her now half-damp hair, pulling it back from her face in a tight grip, “Why? You and your friends needed some new material?” She released a heavy breath, her lips trembling. “Nancy told me about all of the jokes last week, yet I still went home with you last night. I still played along while the entire cafeteria stared me down because I know how much your reputation means to you. I know that I am at the very bottom of your priority list, Billy. Everything you do is for a purpose, and your purpose with me was just to make me feel worse than literally everybody in that school already does.”
He reached for her hand slowly, as if he were afraid she would pull away from him forever. He was never sure of his emotions, but this time, he knew that he would watch the world burn just to make her happy. He hated himself. He hated Tommy, and the girls that embarrassed her further. He hated Neil, and he hated his own narcissism. He hated the world for making such a beautiful soul so miserable, but he especially hated how he knew right from wrong and still chose the latter.
His fingers laced with hers, but her hand remained slack in his grip. It was better than nothing, he thought.
He cleared his throat, the organ feeling as stiff as a piece of cardboard, his mouth dry. The next words would be difficult, but they were honest. She deserved honesty.
“When I first met you, I didn’t know who you were, and I didn’t really want to. You were kind and thoughtful and you pulled me aside to chew me out for talking shit about some girl, but you did it where you knew my friends wouldn’t hear, just so you could spare my reputation. For the first little while, yeah, we made jokes. I made fun of the weird way you dress and the horrible music you listen to, and how you are the nicest person I have ever met, but the it stopped. The things you did stopped being funny to me, and the way I felt when I was around you changed completely.”
“Billy, what are you talking about?” Her tear-filled eyes wrinkles, her brows furrowing deeply.
“Tommy and the rest of the assholes, they noticed that I didn’t want to talk shit about you, or that I didn’t like when they would talk about you in the way - in the way we talk about other girls. Its hypocritical, but they dropped it. Until today. All because Angela couldn’t keep her big mouth shut.” He caught the look that she sent him, frowning slightly. “Sorry. Because Angela told them that I left here this morning, and they wouldn’t shut their stupid mouths the minute they saw me. I told them that I had nothing to say about you, but they wanted answers and I said shit that I never wanted to say.”
She watched him intently. Tommy had made a lot of comments about her over the years she had known him. The other guys had too, but she did notice that they started backing off lately. She hadn’t paid much attention to the fact, secretly hoping that they had begun to mature, but to think that Billy made them stop - well she didn’t know what to think.
“Why did you make them stop?” her mind was running faster than her mouth, but she still couldn’t put it together. If Billy was anybody else, she would maybe think that he reciprocated the feelings she expressed for him in the cafeteria but he isn’t - he is Billy Hargrove, and he doesn’t have feelings for anybody.
He laughed for a second. A soft, disbelief fueled cough. His eyes seemed to shine bright in the dull lighting of her house. Neither of them had realised the time that has passed, it was now nearing the afternoon. He looked down at her, his stomach full to the brim with an odd sensation.
“You really don’t know?” he seemed to have stepped closer to her, only slightly. His shoulders were slightly shrunken in. She shook her head softly, the crease returning to between her eyebrows as she thought. “I’m in love with you, Y/N.”
Never in his teenage life, had Billy feared rejection from a woman. His mother had given him all of the rejection he needed for a lifetime, but now, as he stared into Y/N’s eyes, his lungs seemed to constrict.
It was as if her world froze for a moment. Not only did Billy Hargrove, possibly her best and only friend, confess that he has feelings for her, but he said that he loved her. To say she was at a loss for words would be an understatement, but she stood in front of him gaping like a fish, mouth opening and closing every time she wanted to say something.
“I don’t mind if you don’t feel the same,” He spoke, slightly lower than when he confessed to her. He turned away from her slightly, releasing her hand and using it to rub the back of his neck. His skin felt like it was aflame and he started to sweat. “I just wanted to let you know, especially after what happened today. I-I’m sorry for the shit I said, and I am gonna kick Tommy’s ass for this. And I’m sorry that you had to say that stuff today. I know that you just said it to help me, and I appreciate it but you didn’t have to -”
His words fell short when he felt arms wrap around his waist. It was a soft, slow gesture, new, but not entirely uncomfortable. If he had to put money on it, he would say that she could feel exactly how fast his heart is beating.
“Those things I said today, about my feelings for you...” she began, head pressed against his chest.
“Yeah, princess?”
“They were all true.” He pulled her back slightly to look at her. It was his turn to look confused. “Last night was one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time, Billy. Being around you just makes my heart swell and everything better.”
His heart started to beat impossibly faster, but there was still hesitance in her voice. “I feel like there is a ‘but’ coming.”
“But I can’t deal with this split-personality bullshit, Billy.” He had never heard her curse before. It was music to his ears, exciting, entrancing, but he also knew that she meant business. She was incredibly serious. “The person you are when you are around me, that is the guy I am obsessed with. Who you are when everybody else is around... I know how it feels to be on the receiving end of that now, and I hated it.”
“I know, darling. I’m so sorry for that, I promise, I will be better. Even if you won’t have me, I will be better. For you.” His eyes held an honest strength. It was as if he were selling his soul to her, right there in her entry way, where they had stood since she wrenched the door open in a fury. “But, if you will have me, how about I take you out tomorrow night? If you don’t want to, then I understand.”
“I would love that,” she smiled up at him, the expression growing wider as a matching one took over his face.
He couldn’t help but lean forward slowly, giving her an opportunity to pull away. When their lips connected, he melted into the touch, moving with such intensity it was as if he were repeating his apology and his promise into the kiss.
She had never felt more wanted before, and he had never felt more safe.
When their lips parted she rested her forehead on his for a moment, basking in the silence and the ambiance that surrounded them.
But of course, Billy had to ruin it.
“So, you are obsessed with me, huh?” She could feel the smirk against her cheek as he nuzzled his nose into her temple.
She turned away from him so fast that the wet ends of her hair slapped his face.
“Where are you going, princess?” He followed after her, long strides catching up with her faster than she wanted.
“I’m going to have a shower. If you want to join me, you can leave that bad attitude at the door along with your shoes,” She sent him a sly wink, a smirk on the lips that Billy wanted to taste once again.
“Yes ma’am,” he said, and his shoes went flying into the hallway.
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KIPO S3 ANALYSIS
Under a read more for length and potential spoilers/theories
you’ve been warned
- Multiple mutes with the TimberCats in the first(?) HMUFA meeting. I see the cats, umlat snakes, ratland rats, and fitness raccoons.
- I’m assuming being friends with Kipo encouraged them to be here, but I wonder if they knew that coming here would involve talking about what Emilia is doing
- Scarlemange is still wearing his get up
- He also got out! Only to be captured again. I wonder if he escaped because he wanted to deal with Emilia himself or if he just wanted to be out of naught monkey jail.
- We Wolf use this rope like weapon either, so either this is Wolf capturing him (likely motivated by Kipo in some way) or this is a new character that will teach Wolf how to use this weapon. I don’t think we’ve seen her use ropes for anything other than traps before. Stalky and those fight sticks were blundering weapons.
-Return of the dragonflies!
- Now did Dave convince them to help (since he speaks dragonfly) or did a frog lend them? If it’s a frog it could be Jamack since he knows his way around them, or it could be a mod frog.
-Also, Kipo and Wolf look some degree of pissed with determination. I’m not use to seeing Kipo be outright mad like this.
- When I was curious of seeing if we’d see more mutes like Dave, I didn’t mean it like this.
- The concept of multiple Daves, all be immortal/immune to dying by age is not only fuckin something, but it could also mean they have the key of filling in the history we’re not aware of.
- I wonder if they were an underground society just Vibin all this time and the only reason Dave’s not with them is because he got bored and curious.
- J A M A C K
-Would you believe me when I said I didn’t notice Jamack the first two times I watched this? because I didn’t. I was focused on the hummingbomber and the whole zoomed out frame is shown only briefly.
- Also??? Jamack pressing his hands against Kipo’s through the glass??? GOD that’s such an emotional move, wanting to touch Kipo because it’s been heavily implied that was never a thing in mod frog society on the whole “no friends” basis. He really has grown and learned to be in touch with emotions ;-;
-The fact that Emilia and her crew were able to capture multiple different mutes in what we can assume is in a short time after the coronation is startling. She had a plan and it’s being executed well. She also has a lot more humans working with/for her which can’t be well.
-There’s an empty cage, next to said hummingbomber.
-Jamack was traveling with TheOtters, Rad confirmed this. I don’t like that we don’t know where they besides that Jamack was with them and combined with fact that theres the empty cage...
... and combined with the fact that we see what could be a mega mute otter beside Jamack. It could be a beaver or groundhog since the coloring appears to be a bit different, but seeing the empty cage doesn’t sit well.
- Idk if Emilia would make a mega mute. She enjoyed having Song in her control because such a large creature is useful in a fight, so she easily couldve tried to make a mega mute she could control or it was an accidental side effect of trying to take away the sentience of an otter. Depending on where we are when this scene happens, Emilia could be still working out the kinks in the “cure”
- There also other figures sitting on top of the dog, BeakBeak, and otter/beaver/groundhog, so this is likely one of many coordinated attacks on Emilia. And Jamack seems to be leading it!!! and that makes me so happy cuz 1) it means he’s finally working alongside Kipo now and 2) he’s pushing down his fear of mega bunnies to help!! Go Jamack!
- Rad,,,, please,,,,, give us Jamack content,,,,we’re starving,,,,
- S O N G
-Now there’s debate on if this is a flashback or not. It shouldn’t be because she turned into a Mega Monkey right after Lio was escaping with Kipo and Lio has the clover patch of the burrow he raised Kipo in.
-But it makes me wonder where did Song get those clothes then??? Because correct me if im wrong, but those look really similar/the same as the clothes we see in the flashbacks??? And i get Kipo kept her clothes after coming back from being a Mega Jaguar because y e a this is a PG show but if Song came back wouldn’t they give her new clothes??? idk idk maybe im not suspending my belief where I should.
-Maybe it’s in the dreamscape?? Mullohand is with her, and he can make people “dream” together like Dave and Benson did if I recall correctly.
Other thoughts w/o screenshots:
- we see a scene where humans attack the Timbercats home and I do NOT feel well about it. Scooter Skunks were present there too so Idk if theyre helping Kipo or Emilia is forcing them to be on her side.
- Emilia and her gang are fuckin armed to the nines. Not only crossbows, but darts filled with chemicals, and fire and a boat!? Not only does this woman not care that she’s going to kill a child but she does not care about collateral damage.
- Overall, it’s a much more serious and intense feel. Just about every scene implies danger which is such a turn from the first two seasons where there was danger, but Kipo and Co were trying to enjoy themselves to a degree.
- Still holding out on seeing Jamack in different clothes/ at least ditching the tie as he hopefully gets over the Mod Frogs. I don’t think he’s gonna return to them, even if Sartori is out of the picture and especially since Kwat and Harris are also gone. Please, where is Jamack’s reaction to their deaths????
- Speaking of, how the hell are the Mod Frogs doing now that Ms. Sartori is dead? Is there a new leader and are they gonna help/be on screen at all?
-I keep rewatching and I know there are so many things im missing but I’m still just REELING from it all holy s h i t. There’s a LOT going on for being 1:30min teaser.
- Someone pointed out Emilia is in formal wear a couple of scenes, and she is, which makes me wonder if she’s making a celebration of this whole thing. And if she is, does that mean she feels she’s the one that should be celebrated for “curing” the mutes and putting them in their place?? If so, that’s a pretty fucked parallel to how Scarlemange was putting humans in their place and how he wanted to be celebrated for it.
-Bruh I’m hyped because this season is gonna be one huge curveball and rollercoaster of emotion i just know it.
- Im also v scared about how Rad is gonna rip out our hearts this time. First it was Wolf’s backstory, then Hugo’s backstory, then gilding the mod frogs, this show is brutal and i am in f e a r.
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