#Annabelle the ball python

[brisketbabe]

Gorgeous Annabelle 😙

[sangyeonsofthours]

the boyz as hogwarts students; 98' line

☾ this is purely based on my own knowledge about harry potter, the hogwarts universe and what thoughts and impressions i may have about the boyz members. It is also and slightly based on kevin’s answers to a fan and a friend’s impression on the boyz that also knows a lot about harry potter;

☾ maybe there’s things that are not really canon on the hogwarts universe, but i think i could have some artistic license for my own au, right?

☾ you can read hyung line here and maknae line here!

☾ thank you all for reading my stuff, i hope you’ll like it! please, do not forget to give me some feedback ♡

JUYEON

house: ravenclawpatronus: shark blood status: half blood pet: white and orange kneazle best subjects: history of magic and defense against the dark arts worst subject: potions

Quiet and shy boy that seems to live in slow motion, because he’s too chill;

Until he steps into the quidditch pitch, then he’s loud and competitive!

Best chaser that Ravenclaw has ever seen;

He really wants to turn into an animagus (probably a cat);

Kindest student at Hogwarts.

His father works at the ministry, so there’s a bit of pressure on his shoulders about his future and this kind of stuff…

He’s okay though, he’s clever even if it doesn’t seem so (poor Juyeon);

Friends with the kitchen elves just like Younghoon;

Loves hanging around beasts and magical creatures better than with humans;

The type to have a lot of dating rumors just because he likes to ask people to go to Hogsmead with him. It doesn’t mean it’s a date, he just like the company :///

KEVIN

house: slytherin patronus: platypus blood status: pure blood pet: ball yellow python named morty best subjects: care of magical creatures and herbology worst subject: xylomancy

Effortlessly smart - the type that doesn’t really need to study much to pass his tests;

Just got a bit of difficult on xylomancy, but just because he wasn’t really interested;

He’s good at everything, but he chose being closer to care of magical creatures and herbology because he's an animal and plants lover;

Poor boy can’t see an animal that he’s already befriending it;

Oh, has special talents for music too! Developed interest in muggle music when he took classes of Muggle Studies;

Sweetest commentator for quidditch games - i mean, sweet voice doing really funny and sweet comments;

It’s impossible not to love him or not to befriend him. Has anyone in any house wrapped around his finger;

Head Boy of Slytherin because he totally loves helping others, mainly the younger ones.

CHANHEE / NEW

house: ravenclaw patronus: white tiger blood status: pure blood pet: tawny owl best subject: arithmancy and potions worst subject: care of magical creatures

He’s too pretty and he looks soft, but could hex the ass out of you;

Well, not just that, but sometimes he’ll destroy you without even using a wand. His sassy words overpowers any magic;

Almost got sorted into Slytherin for that;

Doesn’t care about making tons of friends or seeking validation;

He knows he’s one of the smartest kids in Hogwarts, won’t hesitate in showing that;

Loves the quietness of the library, so he reads a lot, that’s why he’s a smartass;

He’s too cool for his own good, he makes the school uniform look fashionable;

Charms his hair to turn any color he wants;

He’s sweet and caring to those he loves!

CHANGMIN / Q

house: gryffindor patronus: squirrel blood status: muggle born pet: tarantula best subjects: muggle studies and transfiguration worst subject: study of ancient runes

Always says/does muggle things that make people throw him weird looks. He doesn’t care though;

Lives for scaring people around the castle with his Chucky and Annabelle doll (as so does his pet tarantula named Arnold sometimes);

He’s a bit of a crackhead, but everyone loves it;

Probably one of the few people who put up with Younghoon’s interest in the muggle world;

Works hard to be a good wizard - and the hard work really pays off - his muggle family is proud of him;

Brave at heart and has the courage to overcome the most difficult of obstacles;

He’s so so so good at flying! He’s one of the best seekers that Gryffindor has had since Harry Potter!

The Great Hall is probably one of his favorites places at Hogwarts because there’s food magically appearing on the table. Freaking. Awesome. Man!

n/a: thanks for reading until here! i promise the last part will be up soon! please, feel free to hit my askbox if you have any thought on the boyz as hogwarts students. thanks ♡

[crazycatsiren]

My spirit family

I figured it's about time for me to write a bit about the spirits in my life.

Isabel: My fox faerie spirit guide and lead animal guide. She takes the form of a red fox with nine tails and a pair of red feathered wings.

Eleanor: My animal guide who takes the form of a raccoon.

Olympia: My animal guide who takes the form of an opossum.

Annabelle: My Raggedy Ann spirit doll.

Agathos Daimon: The divine spectral noodle of my home, who takes the form of a ball python.

Jigglypuff: Little pink ball of adorable delight with gentle siren powers, she wears a big red bow.

Liliana Vess: Temptress, healer, necromancer, sorceress, who consorts with demons and practices dark arts. We have much in common.

[shamelesslypoetic]

I: The Birds and The Dee

Summary: The Forrester household is home to four pets. Dastan’s ball python, Nova, who bit Park in the ankle is one of them. To make up for it, Dee decides to increase the pet count to five but ends up getting two more. TW: Self-deprecation, body image issues, snakes, strippers Word count: 2.4k

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Nova’s eyes narrowed as her tongue flicked out at me, rolling up and down in the air as I fixed her with a firm glare. Squirming, she looked away. I followed her gaze to the bird she'd killed and felt a slight twinge of guilt. Grave mistake keeping her cage open by the window. Park would be devastated. The pain he went through was enough so I decided not to tell him. A groan sounded from Park’s room. Sighing, I pulled a pillow over my head, frustrated that, yesterday, she’d gotten out and bit him. Because he’s Park, of course, he kept telling me it didn’t matter, that he was okay and that he’d ‘tempted’ her by wearing gray socks with mouse patterns. I knew better, though. So fragile despite the strength of his mind, my brother bruised very easily. 

Distraction. I need a distraction. My hand itched for a cigarette but Park didn’t like the smell and Pops wouldn’t want me to. Mulling over going to the store to get a pack, I grabbed my phone from the bedside. The black screen showed my face staring back at me, twin to Park’s in every way except the dark, uneven patches spread like rot on fruit. Tomato pits. Banana bruises. Pretty patterns. Park’s voice answered in my head. I hurled the phone, letting it bash against the headpost. It fell onto the bed with a thunk and I exhaled sharply, running both hands through my hair. I stood up, fingers drumming on my thigh as I paced back and forth around the room. Finding myself in front of the hollowed carcass of the bird, I grit down on my teeth. Brown, eyes two slits, beak open in an uneven angle and wings still slightly raised, it lay there, dead. If she weren’t sleeping Nova’s eyes would have spoken to me, teasing because she knew I couldn’t be mad at her for answering to her survival instincts. That anger only existed because of what she’d done to Park, after all. I stared at the bird some more, moving a bit closer to Nova’s cage. One way or another we all end up dead. I felt a consolation, for at least its death had given me an idea.

“Dastan!” Pops’ concerned voice caught me at the door, hand frozen on the handle. I didn’t turn. “Where are you going?” I squeezed the cool metal, tensing. “Out.” Wearily, he repeated, “Where are you going?” “Don’t worry, old man, I’ll be back in an hour,” I said. He inhaled a sharp breath and I bit my lip, imaging his red face and the hand running through his graying hair. Too young for this. I pressed another mild insult, “Take care of Park.” Kitty, our golden retriever – courtesy of Park – whined in front of my brother’s door, scratching at the wood. As Pops turned to her, I pushed my way through, tossing a glance over my shoulder. Soulful, worried eyes and a heavy brow met mine. Vitiligo or no vitiligo, you’re my son and I love you. Slamming the door behind me, I sighed.

A shop window revealed that the concealer I’d applied held up well through the town square’s usual  buzz and bustle. Park’s words echoed in my head. You’re perfect just the way you are. He didn’t understand, how could he with his clear honey eyes, freckled face and curly hair? Various birds, fish, cats and dogs blurred in my vision, face coming into focus. Muddy brown and green gazed back. Without breaking stride, I pushed into the nearest pet shop, tearing my eyes away from the display window. I hadn’t managed to see a single creature anyway. Ding. The bell went. I wanted to break it. The hot summer air licked at my cheeks and ears. Air conditioner who? Scrunching up my nose at the cat piss and cheap air fresher meant to cover it up, I glanced over to a girl with an exposed midriff. “How can I help you, babycakes?” her eyes went down, tattoo of an arrow pointing to the bottom from her navel. Downcast eyes met mine again as she swayed towards me. I curled my lip. Classy. “Stuck up dick,” she murmured.   Flashing her the black ring on my middle finger, I turned to another aisle. Basically, ‘Fuck off. I’m not interested.’ A little harsh, yes, but how else would people know I’m ace? Her presence stayed there, cloying perfume nearly suffocating. A vaguely Australian accent greeted me, “Tattoo’s for a strip club I work at after shifts.” My head fell back, something close to regret washing over me. “Whaddya need?” Another blast of hot air from outside had me worried that the powder would come off with the heat and I touched a hand to my face. Great. Exactly what I needed. “Cool how you don’t have air conditioning here,” I said, eyes falling on her name-tag. “Annabelle.” She gave an apologetic smile and I stuffed a five dollar bill into her hand as I brushed past, silently apologizing for being an ass.

Well, well, what have we here? Cat food. That’s what. And a nerd. Such a curious sight, the two of them together. Earlier, Viridian had called to tell me of his common cold, delirious as he begged for dry food. ‘Dirthersh’, that British short-hair Macy insisted they keep, seemed more trouble than he's worth.       I browsed the birds section and two lovebirds rubbing their against each other caught my attention. A gradient gray and a gradient brown. Just the colors I was looking for. I’d learnt by now. Red and orange showed me different shades of brown and green gave me gray but my heart still thumped an unsteady beat. Another convenience took for granted among people. Despite anything I could tell myself it would always hurt, having eyes that don’t work properly, ill skin, uneven body and mind at every turn. What if I got them wrong? I just wanted to get one thing right. Just his favorite color, damn it. But it’s not orange! It’s purple! Of course, he always said that because he didn’ want the colors I couldn’t see to be the ones he liked. Oh, shut up. Slate spun towards me and I clamped my lips shut. Of course I’d said it out loud. Stupid. Raising a hand, I walked towards him, pinning him with my gaze. He leveled a calm stare. “Can I help you?” Formal as ever. “Yeah, Malachi,” I said, giving a crooked smirk. “You see colors, right?” Slate adjusted his glasses, clearing his throat. “As far as I’m concerned.” “Well, that makes one of us,” I pointed at the two birds and Slate’s thick, wire rimmed glasses followed my finger. “What are those?” An Encyclopedia exploded in my face, “Lovebirds, the common name for Agapornis is a species popular amongst pet owners and typically bought in pairs—” “Oh for fuck’s sake, their colors, Slate.” Slate blinked in disinterest, shifting in the same monotone voice as if I’d asked Siri. “The one on the right is red and orange, the other is a gray and mint green gradient,” for once, his specificness paid off. “Make sure to buy a spacious cage. They’re quite lively and need room to be healthy.” I nodded, catching Annabelle’s eyes across the shop. She smiled at me, mouthing ‘thanks’. “Why are you buying them?” The scorn in my voice hiding the fact I was grateful, I turned back to him. “I decided our house wasn’t enough of a zoo as it is.” “For someone who likes salt, this is a very sweet gesture to your brother.” “Park,” I said, arching a brow. “He has a name.” Slate cleared his throat, looking away. “I am aware.” “And that’s not the phrase,” I added, peering at the slight color on his cheekbones. “I’m salty, but I’m not a complete jerk.” The corners of his mouth turned up. “The debate team would beg to differ.” “Bunch of pussies,” I dismissed, waving my hand. “Why are you here? Last time I checked, you didn’t have any pets.”                                                                “Viridian wasn’t feeling well so he asked if I could buy cat food for Hershey.”      “What was our next discussion supposed to be about anyway?” I asked. “You don’t take notes?” I scoffed, almost offended. “Of course not.” “How do you manage to keep up with tasks then?” “I don’t,” I said smoothly. “I forget, like a cool person.” He crossed his arms, indulging me. “The Israel Palestine feud” “Thanks for the help, nerd.”

At the cash register, Slate strode over with the cat food. He placed a five dollar bill on the counter and stared ahead. He cleared his throat, adjusted, readjusted his glasses and then looked at me. “Dastan.” I rolled my eyes. “I told you, I go by Dee.” “Tell Park our next session is on Wednesday,” his voice cracked at my brother’s name. Coffee brown eyes grew just a shade lighter as he squared his shoulders, holding my gaze. “Oh, he can’t,” I said, sizing him up. “He’s been bitten by a snake.” Slate tensed, eyes widening despite his best efforts. “What!? Is..is he alright?” I’d spent my whole life thinking myself a mutation because I’d never seen in my face what I saw in his but I pretended not to notice, jaw clenching as I subdued him. “Relax, it was just Nova.” His flushed face deepened in color. Trembling and steadying, hitting uneven notes, his usually deep voice stretched thin. “Is he in any pain at all? Are you quite sure the snake isn’t venomous?” My heart pumped, mind running, scrambling with the impossibility that I’d never noticed before. “No.” “May I come with you to check on him? If it’s a suitable time, of course. I mean, I must...reschedule with him.” Words were pushed out of him in a flurry, cracking his composure enough for me to sense his worry. “We have an Algebra exam next Monday.” “I’ll have him call you.” A pause. Slate, leader of the debate team, son of Principal Marvin and valedictorian student, Slate Malachi hesitated, barely audible. “I’d like to see him in person.” I looked him up and down, head to toe, drinking in his nervousness. Eyes snapping to his stiff shoulders, pursed lips, his bumped eyebrows. I could almost smell it, taste the tang of his concern. It left a bad taste in my mouth. “No, Slate,” he blinked, expression shifting in an instant. “It’s not a good time. We need to just be a family right now.” “I—” “We don’t need you there,” I pressed. “Right, well,” he swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. He turned to leave, froze, hastily throwing his last words over his shoulder before stalking out. “Tell him to call me when he can.”

Kitty barked from inside and Pops opened the door, eyebrows raised at the fact I’d help up on my promise. “You’re back.” “No, I’m still at the city square,” I said. “Should I get you something on the way?” Park shuffled out of his room. I kept my hands behind my back, legs pressed together. “Hey.” “Deedee!” I grimaced at the nickname, pulling the cage in front of me where he could see it. Instantly, his eyes brightened. Park stopped limping towards me, bandaged foot stilling on the floorboards. “Are...are those what I think they are?” I restrained a smile. “Why don’t you come see for yourself?” I gave it a gentle push and the cage rolled rolled right towards him. Falling to his knees in front of it, he ran his hand over the thin bars, gaping at the chirping balls of feather inside. Tears brimming in the corners of his eyes, he looked up at me with a limpid, clear gaze. Leaning my back to shut the door, I tilted my head at him, arms crossed. “You like them?” He nodded frantically, sniffing. “But my favorite color isn’t orange.” I smiled. “Is that so?” “Yes! I, I hate red and I hate green!” he sobbed, hugging the cage. “I like purple and...and blue!” Pops ran his hand through the tangles of Park’s hair, smiling. When the two looked at me again, tears spilled from Park’s eyes. A few minutes passed with Park repeatedly thanking me and the lot of us gathering in the living room with Sardine, Fredrick and Kitty to decide the two newcomers’ names. Pops held onto Sardine and Fredrick slept on the couch while Park lay flat on the floor, arms cushioning his chin. “She looks like a mango.” I snickered, shaking my head. “You should make that her name.” He looked from me to the cage and squealed. I took off the beanie on my head, scratching at my scalp in disbelief and praying the fresh air would save my head from this silliness. “You can’t be serious.” “I’ve never been more serious in my life!” Rubbing my temples, I watched as he scrutinized the other bird, suddenly blurting out, “Pierre!” Pops smiled. “Sounds good, Park.” “Get it?” glowing, he sat up, rocking back and forth on his heels. “Cause he’s green! Like a pear!” “Ugh, I never thought I’d regret this,” I groaned. “Shut up, you love them!” Just as I opened my mouth to deny it, Park’s phone rang. It belted out a bubbly tune and my brother’s face tinted scarlet. I kept my arms crossed over my chest, clenching my fists so I wouldn’t do anything rash when I saw the caller’s name. ‘Slate’ shone on the buzzing phone’s screen beside a blue heart.  Park showed his love in a lot of ways, this was a common one. But I knew better, this time, that heart spoke volumes. My jaw clenched and my attention rested on a yellowed patch on the carpet, thumb pressing down on my knuckles. “Dee?” I looked up, carefully focusing on the wallpaper over his shoulder. “Hm?” He gave a disarming smile. “Thank you.” I returned a half grin, sighing, “Welcome, fluffball.” My grin lasted till Park shut his room’s door behind him. Frowning, I looked over at Pops who scritched at Sardine’s forehead. “I’m worried for Sardine. She, I mean, they haven’t been eating well lately. Do you think they might be sick?” Normally Pops’ attempts at getting used to modern pronouns tickled but this time, I just shrugged, mind worked up as I stared at the sky blue of Park’s door. His voice came in happy torrents, divided by giggles just a bit louder than normal. Blood throbbed in my ears because I knew, I knew with the same surety I felt my thumb grinding over my skin the guy I had to blame. What the fuck are you trying to do with my brother?

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AN: So this is my first prologue for Inner Monologue. Expect a lot of these in the future. They're canon and they happened in universe but you don't have to read this to enjoy IM. These are just Easter Eggs and snippets of my writing style. Thank you so much for reading. Love you <3

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[doctorfoxtrot310]

From top to bottom:

Name: Infinite C. Skeleton (Comet for short)

D.O.B: 10/31 (Halloween) Age: 22 Height: 7'2 (she tol) Vp: switch (mostly pred) Hair colors: purple, blue, and yellow T-Shirt color: pink Accessories: purple glasses. (she rarely wears them in public) Likes: Cross stitch (her twin sister), Melissa (her robot dog), parties, candy, friends, adventure, dancing, ninjas, robots, music, Donatello (tmnt).Dislikes: violence, anger, depression, fear, hatred, disorganization, others touching her soul, Chara, death, her braid being pulledGood traits: fun loving, wise, and timid.Bad traits: moody, socially awkward, and whiny.Other info: Comet likes to have fun and likes going fast, snowball fights and building things, She gets frustrated with disorganization, she believes in ghosts, and she dances when nobody is looking.

Name: Cross S. Skeleton (Cross stitch for short)

D.O.B: 10/31 (Halloween) Age: 22 Height: 7'2 (she tol) Shirt color: purple Hair colors: purple, blue, and yellow Accessories: her skeleton plush Skully, and a backpack.

Likes: her twin sister Comet, partys, candy, video games, sewing, dancing, music, ninjas, turtles, skeletons, and her little skeleton plush skully.

Dislikes: hatred, falling on her face, her soul being touched, people, her ponytail being pulled.

Good traits: kind, spontaneous, and generous.

Bad traits: afraid of mice, emotionally fragile, and short tempered

Other info: Cross stitch is kind, spontaneous, and generous and she loves sewing, fabric, and making plushies of her friends (and Comet). She screams into a pillow once a day to let off steam, believes in aliens, and celebrates Halloween by carving a turnip.

Name: Annabelle Nova Hamato (often gets called squirt by her uncles, and Undyne, which makes her giggle)

Age: 12

Birthday: 3/10

Species: Skeleton/turtle (mutant/monster)

Height: 4'3

Eye color: hazel (like her father's eyes)

Hair color: purple, blue, yellow, and green

Parents: Infinite C. Skeleton (Comet) and Donatello Hamato (Donnie)

Clothes: a black tank top, purple shorts, and a brown shoes (made for her by her aunt Cross stitch)

Accessories: a Mask (like her father's, but half pink and half purple) a skeleton turtle plushie (named Mr. Buttons that wears a blue sweater, brown shoes, and a top hat) a red scarf and blue jacket (given to her by Sans and Papyrus) and a pair of red fingerless gloves (also made by her aunt Cross stitch)

Weapon of choice: a huge cartoony mallet (she wields it like a bo staff and it has a hidden blade in the handle that she uses as a sword)

Favorite colors: blue, purple, red, and orange (not really into girly colors)

Pets: a Gaster beast named Cobalt (that's about the size of a medium dog and she often has to keep cobalt on a leash), a turtle she named Shelldon (which is a turtle pun), a tarantula she named Terrance, and a ball python named noodle (her aunt Karai gave her to her)

Favorite hobbies: tinkering with random inventions (with her parents), sewing, skateboarding, drawing, collecting fnaf plushies, playing with cars (Anna is a bit of a tomboy), ghost hunting (mainly in abandoned buildings and grave yards at night using ghost hunting equipment her and her mom and dad had built together)

Name: Doctor Amelia Foxtrot Age: 21 D.o.b: 3/10 Species: neko weakness: yarn Height: 3'7 (she smol)

Likes: skeletons, candy, being eaten, eating friends, many fandoms, her pet nagas, music, dancing while nobody's around, her cottage, stuffed animals, grilled cheese sandwiches

Dislikes: death, being picked on, loud noises, her tail being pulled, losing/misplacing her glasses, disorganization, wolves or any dogs (except pugs, they're fucking adorable)

Ask them anything!~ and yes, vore questions are allowed.

(P.s. nothing nsfw or 18+ those will be ignored)

[ee-pup]

190, 187, 172, 170, 166, 165, 164, 121, 119

you done got me heated about politics. I apologize for some of the responses in advance.

190: My 1st job was: 

 This is going to be the most iowa thing ive ever said, but my first job was a little thing called detasseling. For those of you not from cornfield USA, it means you get on a bus at 4am, drive to a field, and walk through the rows of corn pulling the top part or the “tassel” aka corn-dick off. 

187: My pet is: 

I have many pets, I have a cat named Moo, A ball python named Butters, another BP named Amara, another named Annabelle, a Dwarf boa named Sylvia, and a leopard gecko named Harvey Danger

172: Are you taller than your mom?

Oh yeah, mum is like 5′ and im 6′2′’

170: What did you do yesterday?

Yesterday I went to March for Science and set up the table for our local DSA, I then went to BBQ, napped, then ate jambalaya and carved wood all night. It was awesome

166: Believe in Yourself:

Yeah i guess. I believe in myself for a lot of stuff but not for other stuff. Definitely when it comes to doing something i know but not really for doing something career wise. 

165: Believe in Aliens: This could be a very very long answer. I think the chances of there being aliens is a very confusing topic. Considering it is the biggest miracle in the world that life even exists on this planet in the first place, it is tough to believe in aliens. I subscribe to the belief that life evolved here by a bunch of single cell organisms had a spontaneous adaptation after eating another cell where the cell sat inside it in a symbiotic relationship and that is how multi cellular organisms evolved. The catastrophic chance that that happens at other places in the universe, especially since the atmosphere, sunlight, temp, pressure, elements, are tailored toward life just blows my mind. Not to mention that we dont (or at least i dont) know how other forms of water interact with life and if life can be developed from another isotopes. Not to mention that we have no idea how life even started in the first place and if it could ever be recreated. We cant combine chemicals and make life, everything we create is made from life that already exists in the form of stem cells and such. I want to believe in sentient alien humanoid little green men but i dont. I think realistically if we find anything it will be from earth, and if not it will be a single celled organism or something so radically different from what we perceive aliens to be that we may not even recognize that it is alive or if we do we wont be able to understand it. 

164: Heaven: Nope, im not religious. Although i did read a really interesting theory about how when we die we travel to a different dimension. I think that could be a form of heaven but for right now i think dying would be like going to sleep and never dreaming or waking up again. 

121: Here is what i think about George Bush:

Ohh lord dont get me started on politics. Bush was the current worst president in my lifetime. It honestly baffles me that he is now looked upon as goofy and harmless when he destroyed a iraq and afghanistan off of no evidence. Obviously he was just a dummy president but the american government was fucked at the time period (and before that) but their meddling in the middle east completely fucked the world. Obviously this started well before bush but bush brough not one, but two wars to the region instead of the little pseudo wars that the presidents before him did. We stayed in iraq for 10 freaking years off of false information that hussein had wmd;s even after the UN, and others went and checked it out. At this point im inclined to believe hussein when he claimed he just said he had wmd’s to scare iran from the border. America is fucked and bush should be on trial along with mccain and all the other fucks involved in that massive destabilization of iraq. oh, and not sure if he did 9/11 but it honestly wouldnt surprise me. 

119: The presidential election:

fuck trump. fuck hillary, fuck the government. We should never have been in this position in the first place. The single biggest problem with capitalism is the fact that corporations are given more rights, and have more influence over politics than the people do. Even if bernie won he would probably still be bombing the middle east due to some bullshit “negotiations”. Maybe lgbt would have a few more marriage rights but we would still be fucking the poor, fucking the planet, and fucking the “third world” and there is not a thing anyone but the people in power can do about it. It would be beyond his control and beyond anyones control but people that have no soul and no morals. The biggest impact of this current election is 1, the irreparable environmental damage done by pruitt, and 2. the fact that fucking actual nazis have a platform to crawl out of their hell hole and say some stupid shit to our jewish and poc brothers and sisters. And the public thinking this shit is okay to debate?!?! Debating whether jews and black people should be allowed to live is ridiculous and fuck the people that say free speech should allow these people to come out of the woodwork and spew their absolute trash. In conclusion, the only moral step forward in society is for people owned means of production and equal representation for working class people. I have a lot of thoughts on this but ill keep it at that. 

[brisketbabe]

All of my ball python’s eyes

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[brisketbabe]

Easing the baby into handling and was able to get some great close ups

[brisketbabe]

There's my girl 😘

[brisketbabe]

It's a good day when you get all 3 of your ball pythons to eat