#http-handlers

[merthosus]

Don't kiss the cast members

Summary: You never had a problem with any of the cast members of the umbrella academy, except Aidan. You two couldn't stand each other since the first time you met. You were always good at ignoring him but the directors crashed the plan, by making you the love interest of the character Five Hargreeves. But as the day came you needed to train with him everything changed.

Here a sexy poster from Five I fell in love with! With every purchase you automatically support me :) https://amzn.to/3yGK6Fm

"This.. this wasn't wrote in the script"

Chicago, 9:20 am, you were walking outside the set with a coffee in your hands. It was cold, so the warmth of the cup made your heart flutter with happiness. It was always the smallest things that made you feel pride. You looked down at your chamber red nails while walking through the security guards. You didn't need to show them your ID; they knew you. After two years of being in the show, everyone knew everyone.

You loved attending the set, being surrounded by the most varied people, but today was different. Your stomach hurt, and your hands were slightly shaking. Knowing why your body reacted like that was easy. But your determination and the wish to earn money had driven you to attend the set today. You needed to remind yourself that this was a big part of your job... doing things you didn't want to do. You needed to swallow the pill, and you should be good to go.

Your thoughts went crazy as you said hello to the makeup artist. She was tugging at you here and there, putting little needles in the top you wore. You had been an actor for a few years now, so kissing in front of a camera was not that big of a deal for you, but kissing someone you didn't like was a little bit challenging.

The story of your character was pretty simple—not being that much in the limelight, operating in the shadows of the show. She was the daughter of the Handler, stalking Number Five and looking out for him as the Handler instructed her. The depth of the character was very interesting, so playing her was really an honor, especially because it was the biggest show you had ever been allowed to be on.

"You are ready, you like it?" she asked me. I nodded and smiled. "Thank you, this is very good work, as always," I told her. This was one of your rules: to appreciate the work people do for you, always trying to be nice to everyone. As you stepped out of the container, you saw Aidan walking by. He saw you too and headed in your direction. "Hi, you ready for the rehearsal?" he asked you. To be honest, this was the only thing you liked about him—he was always professional.

"Course, where you want to rehearse?" you asked him. He told you to follow him to Set 36. You knew the set from previous film scenes. Watching the others play was also a pretty big part of your job. You didn't need to, but you liked watching them, learning from their abilities. Robert Sheehan was one of the actors you looked up to; how he acted out his character was astonishing.

As you both walked to the empty set, neither of you even tried to make small talk. Your steps were loud as you walked with him, you read the script again and tried to memorize every little word. The set was very detailed; it was Five's room. You sat down on his bed and continued to read. "You ready?" he asked me. You nodded, laid the script aside, and positioned yourself better on the bed. The scene you needed to play was simple. You get into an argument, and then you kiss him. His part was to reject you and then walk out of the room. That's it—very simple. "Alright," you said while shaking your arms to prepare.

"Go on," you said, and Aidan got into his role. "STOP IT! Stop stalking me, you crazy little shit!" he screamed and walked around the room until he came to a halt at his desk. "I... I am not stalking you!" you yelled. He leaned himself onto the desk behind him. "I saw you following me several times!" he said angrily. Just now, you noticed how his jawline was nearly perfectly shaped—he could cut papers with that thing. You didn't answer him and just stared him down. Suddenly, he jumped away from the table and walked right in front of you.

He looked down at you. This was the moment. "I just... I can't explain," you said your last line. You could feel your heart pounding, like it demanded to get out of your torso. Your hands were shaking as if you had just drunk five espressos and two Red Bulls. "Explain, or I don't want to see you ever again," he whispered. You got up from the bed and stood before him. You felt like it was the first time you ever auditioned. You were as scared of this day as you were then. Without thinking and pushing your anxiety away, you grabbed his face and smashed your lips onto his.

Although you hated him with every muscle in your body, your whole stomach filled with butterflies as your lips landed on his. He tasted bittersweet, like he had just drunk coffee, and a little bit of woodsy cologne made him taste like that too. You waited for him to push you away, like it was written in the script. He was supposed to push you back onto the bed and leave, so you prepared for the fall. But he didn't.

He began to let his puffy lips roam over yours. It felt like you were flying straight to heaven. As you began to stroke his cheek with your thumb, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You let your hand travel around his neck, pushing your fingers into his dark hair. As your fingernails scratched his scalp, he opened his mouth wider, and you let your tongue sneak into his mouth. His lips felt like cushions pressing against yours.

You gasped as he let his hand fall, landing on your butt. But as soon as his lips connected with yours again, you couldn't think anymore. His other hand continued to travel up and down your waist, exploring every inch. He pushed your abdomen further into his, causing your head to tilt back slightly. He noticed and grabbed your neck harshly, pushing your head forward as he continued to let his tongue dance in your mouth, tasting you like ice cream.

You felt every last bit of oxygen leave your body, so you pushed your head away. The sudden feeling of leaving his lips made your whole body shudder with coldness. "This... this wasn't written in the script," you said, stuttering. "Then, unfortunately, we have to do this again," he said with a wide grin on his face. "Asshole."

Thank you for reading my love :) Here leading you to part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/merthosus/759274024052375552/dont-kiss-the-cast-members-summary-you-never?source=share

[elodieunderglass]

Okay, but as a fellow individual of 90s fantasy/formed-by-Tamora-Pierce experience, do you know what conspiracy theories your mom and her husband discussed?!

In return, I can offer a filthy, filthy joke that she apparently shared on a fantasy panel that also included Orson Scott Card 😈

(In reference to this https://www.tumblr.com/elodieunderglass/777169865575464960/pffff-glad-this-entertained-you) no I have no idea!!! I wasn’t living at home at the time. I would LOVE to earn the joke but I’m not sure if I can.

My mother sneaking off to smoke in a strange way and having strange interactions as a result was a constant theme of my childhood, sometimes a mortification and sometimes an embarrassment and sometimes a significant relief. Sometimes people would be sending desperate signals for rescue from her, and sometimes they’d be charmed.

Once she was smoking behind the back of a building where I and other Girl Scouts were having a sort of immersive 1990s mystery theatre experience, in which an actor, lavishly dressed as a wizard in purple robes and splendid hat with an incredible staff, introduced the premise and then vanished magically (did an illusion and went out the back door). The effect was spectacular to our beholding, and we were very impressed. The wizard meanwhile encountered my mother, smoking like a wild animal at the back door, and at the same time, she encountered him. and my mother, a bundle of trauma and highkey stress responses, my mother, well, facing the appearance of a wizard, she emitted her famous Banshee Scream, a scream that in my childhood raised my cortisol levels so high that they’re still audibly sloshing around, a scream that actually hurts a lot. She does not have a fight/flight/freeze/fawn response, she just holds in place and vibrates your molecules until the situation changes. She screamed so accusingly that the poor stricken wizard screamed back, a trembling pile of jelly. Strange woman, wreathed in smoke, lurking outside your magic trick and shrieking at you like God’s own violence.

So they screamed at each other helplessly, as any two primates would, until they reached a plateau of peace beyond this, and allied themselves in friendship, and smoked together, trembling. Eventually they asked each other what they were both doing there, and apparently found the answers so funny (“I am doing the magic show” “was it a magic show? Well. I am hiding from it”) that the nicotine-scented wizard was still giggling about it when he materialised himself into the gift shop, where he was winkingly familiar with my mother. “Elodie does your mother KNOW the wizard” I don’t know. I don’t fucking know. Thought I sensed her screaming earlier, but I’m an incredibly tiny and stressed-out individual.

In this way my mother made many temporary friends (but never any lasting ones.) a random shitty pub in rural ireland: mom has acquired seven new cronies, identical nasty men in flatcaps, and, under a cloud of smoke, is bitching about Margaret Thatcher and heavily involved in a card game that she doesn’t know how to play. She once got hustled away by handlers from the back of the venue of a Bob Dylan concert, because it turned out she was shiftily smoking with Bob Dylan and they wanted him back. In Quebec my mother is briefly possessed by a ghost that spoke French, for only twenty minutes, for the sole purpose of bitching in it about politics over a cigarette TO REVOLUTIONARY REENACTORS THAT PART WAS IMPORTANT. Politician Jerry Brown once held me while she lit up. I once found her smoking with nuns and they were like “you have to promise not to tell” and I was so bewildered like WHO WILL I TELL? GOD? I only know that she smoked with Tamora Pierce’s husband because my sibling reported it wearily. At this very moment she’s probably smoking with YOUR parents. I emigrated a long time ago so I wouldn’t have to follow up on any of this. I’m sorry.

[thedemonofcat]

Sorry, random side tangent but I do really like the idea of a animal handler geralt, supernatural or otherwise, just because it really implies a lack of use of witchers. Everything is really just settled and Geralt gets to be a carer instead of a killer

(This is a follow up to this post- https://www.tumblr.com/thedemonofcat/782859261865787392/after-getting-his-tail-tangled-in-a-fishing-net?source=share)

Geralt froze in the doorway, hand still clutching the melting tub of mint chocolate chip. Across the break room, the man—Jaskier, apparently—stood barefoot and dripping, with a smug grin and a spoon already halfway to his mouth.

"Well," Jaskier said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he licked the spoon theatrically. "This is awkward."

Geralt narrowed his eyes. "You're the seal."

"Technically, I'm a Selkie. Seal and man. Best of both worlds, really."

Geralt blinked once. "You stole my lunch yesterday."

Jaskier didn't look the least bit sorry. "In my defence, I thought you stole my fish. A petty retaliation, but—"

"You broke into the staff lounge."

"I used the door."

"You don't have thumbs. Or you didn't."

"Again," Jaskier said, tapping the side of his head, "Selkie."

Silence stretched between them, broken only by the fridge's hum and the spoon's gentle clink against the tub. Geralt finally sighed and rubbed a hand down his face.

[blirbie]

My first entry for @MDZSBigBang2024!

Lan Zhan is the lead panda handler at Gusu Sanctuary. He and Pancake fall in love with the handsome new intern, Wei Ying.

Read @LeaLeaIsUntamed's fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57921685

@mdzsbigbang

[the-meme-monarch]

hey psst. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9wm-ylH3FA the Vee lore

AH thanks you

ever since we got the last name drop my sibling and i were Concerned :’]c “vee version 1 What Do You Mean Version 1. did you have plans for a version 2. what would version 2 Mean for version 1” im glad the implication seems to be it’d be an upgrade and not A Replacement. not sure what all said upgrade would entail but regardless it seems to be something she doesn’t want, she seems worried about potentially not being Herself anymore

I’m happy veronica is there for her :’]c she seemed initially excited to tell vee about the upgrade but immediately switches up upon seeing vee wasnt. the handlers are slowly beating the Awful People Allegations. devan you need to pull through FAST the fandom does not trust your ass and you literally just work here

. also hey this is from one month before the shut down

[elvenferretots]

Dogblr, we could really use your help!

My dear chosen family, Emily and Liam, just lost everything to a house fire with three of their dogs inside. TenSoon's best friend Tova did not make it. Valkyrie's brother Kaladin did, but is currently lost and spooked in the woods, too traumatized to come home.

These humans are the kindest, most giving people you'll ever meet. They've fronted immense service trains to make sure handlers could have needs met, volunteered at every local obedience trial and some out of town, and hosted disc dog events at cost so that the local community have a place to meet and aggression rehab dogs and their humans have a healthy outlet. They do so so much.

We have feet on the ground and are pouring our financial resources at getting Liam's service dog safely home. But if you can spare anything for the gofundme the local dog community set up, please do. Their house was reduced to ash, and their farm truck was melted. This is a devastating loss, and anything helps. The full story is in the GoFundme link.

https://gofund.me/4db5f2db

[witherby]

https://www.tumblr.com/witherby/775128751791030272/the-amazon-molly-can-reproduce-asexually-so-for?source=share

Le gasp- Mer baby coming soon confirmed?!?! Bruce better have Hal on standby cause he's about to go grey faster than a ice cube in lava. Also, re-reading my message felt kind of....Mean and rude, I'm sorry if I seemed that way. That wasn't what I intended, I was just tired and sleep deprive. I love your works so much

-🍨

You weren't mean! I just didn't wanna try to navigate around the implication that Damian slept with the Mer, but I am much more okay with the asexual reproduction aspect!

To my knowledge, doing that would just result in an exact clone, since all the baby has to pull DNA from is one parent. So let's say mers can only reproduce if they're mated and consistently happy and healthy, and then they can get a teeny bit of DNA from the mate.

Being around Damian changes the mer's composition just slightly. Just barely enough that, like, 2% of his DNA could mingle with the mer's — somehow and non-sexually — to create some sorta variation in the baby besides just making a clone.

It's a whole spectacle. A Mer has never successfully carried a baby to term in captivity before, so the news is intrigued. Other aquariums are intrigued. Scientists and vets are intrigued. Everybody wants to know how that happened.

And Gotham Aquarium just keeps their fuckin mouths shut, because what are they gonna do? Admit a human fell in love with one of the creatures in the exhibit he's responsible for and mated with it? So they make up some mumbo jumbo about their specialized care programs and how seeing the handlers as pack-mates must have just let the Mer feel comfortable enough to get pregnant.

[vacantfields]

Things Are Better AU MASTER POST!

Tags used: Things Are Better AU | TAB AU | TAB AU Answers | TAB AU Writing | TAB AU Sun | TAB AU Moon | TAB AU Eclipse |

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/vacantfields

TAB AU: Singing Voices Spotify Playlist

YOU ARE ALLOWED TO: Draw, Write, etc with these guys! (ASK ABOUT NSFW !)(AND remember to credit me!!)

(I will attempt to use the tags as best as i can!! Do also note that things can change in this AU but this is the best place you can go look honestly)

[ In this AU, Sun, Eclipse, and Moon have gotten new bodies, some that are way more humanoid. Technically, they are not animatronics anymore, but the Pizzaplex they live at still deems them as such! They are also all separated; most importantly, THEY ARE NOT BROTHERS. They are best friends! (Sun and Moon, however, seem closer than that.) ]

[ It is set in the 20XX! The date doesn't matter. ]

[ The Location of this thriving Pizzaplex is in the heart of a big city, and the rest of the animatronics have gotten slight upgrades but have remained the same. Sun and Moon still run the Daycare. Eclipse stands as the security guard for the Daycare (Moon also still goes on patrols, as well). They live in the Daycare too! The layout is (sorta) the same as the original Pizzaplex. The boys can leave the place, but they must tell their handler or whoever runs the place how long they will be gone. The virus from the game is not here, BUT a virus is in this! It's highly aggressive and should be avoided at all costs. Moon used to have a virus, but most got removed from him when they moved into these bodies, although some of the virus remains in his code. Eclipse has a different virus embedded in him, and he cannot remember how he acted before; it basically wiped his personality, so now he's somewhat unpredictable. ]

They have humanoid/android bodies

The original body along with their personality chips were created in the middle of the 90s

Moon got his virus in 95 or so but they couldn't fully remove it as they would have to reset him and thats a chore plus it wasn't too dangerous so they moved the guys into separate bodies and it fixed most of it

the story is set in 20XX

The location is in a big city

They have been in the new bodies for around 5 years

The fire, gregory, etc. Did not happen here!

The virus Eclipse was made by some people who wanted to use the animatronics to attack people and make sure that fazbear would shut down

They are not the same guys from the game BUT they do act a lot like them! (kinda)

They used to share a body (Eclipse just being a security setting in them)

Moon has remains of a violent virus

Eclipse has the virus embedded in his code

Eclipse cannot remember who he was before the virus

The virus is not sentient... OR... Is it?

Despite not having the virus, Sun is not handling being alone in his head. His unstable and unused security program snaps in when he has breakdowns and makes his head think it's Moon talking to him.

Sun was the first personality chip then it was Moon and then Eclipse

Other facts

The virus does NOT like the color red on bodies. (Do not wear a red shirt or anything alike that around Eclipse he will attack and KILL.)(Though if they care about you he will hold back from mauling)

They cannot eat BUT! They can taste things!

Their face plates can still spin

They can still use the wire to "fly" around if they wish

They have a secondary voice box that they use for when they talk with people outside of the Daycare/or go out!

In the Daycare they use the "Canon" voice

They can also perform at "Adult Nights" at the pizzaplex, which consists of them singing on stage while the adults drink and so on.

Moon is the only one who actively performs so you can catch him in the evenings on stage!

They are all very flexible... And they can dance (;

They can also talk with each other through a shared headspace (like a group chat)

The old body is stored somewhere in the plex

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⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ SUN ⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊

He/They/We | 8'5" / 256cm | Daycare Attendant

[ Sun is a happy go lucky guy who hides a lot of his other emotions and sometimes they tumble in! He gets angry, he gets sassy, he gets upset, etc. !! ]

Secondary Voice (singing):

Without A Whisper | Sleepless Deathbed | Reverie

(Invent Animate)

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⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ MOON ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

He/They/We | 8'5" / 256cm | Naptime Attendant / Performer

[ Moon is your day to day gremlin. Crawling up walls and spider-walking across the floor in the darkness. Though he does easily get flustered if youre close enough to him! ]

Secondary Voice (singing):

Secret Scream | That Death Cannot Touch | No Accusations

(The Black Queen)

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☾✴ ๋࣭ ⭑ ECLIPSE ☾✴ ๋࣭ ⭑

He/They/We | 9'4" / 284cm | Security for the Daycare

[ Eclipse is a wild card. You never know if you can trust what comes out of his mouth but he seems docile for now ]

Secondary Voice (singing):

Broken Inside | Forevermore | Clouded Son

(Broken Iris)

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(Hopefully this made some sort of sense... I will probably edit here and there but (: !!)

[quarterlifekitty]

I’ve returned for circus au! Just call me clown at this point 🤡

So since reader can sing and price wants her to be their little star, I instantly thought of one of my favorite arias! The doll aria from tales of Hoffmann is about a human sized doll named Olympia

Our reader, practically the circus’ own Olympia, sings in doll-like dresses with lace and frills while delicately moving about for the audience. Price is ofc nearby, acting as the doll’s “handler” for the performance (“every pretty doll needs someone to wind them up, don’t they, love?) The little girls in the crowd ooh and ahh at the beautiful lady and her song, not noticing how she stiffens when the ringleader hovers or how possessive his hands are on her waist and gripping her hand. No they only see the charming ringleader, leading the mindless musical doll about while she sings as beautifully as the spring birds

The crowd doesn’t see the hungry eyes of the other circus performers watching from the wings, lured by their pretty bird’s song.

https://youtu.be/bqR6Ai5ObPw?si=hqbvQCAhoa9amCxg (my fave performance of this song btw)

This clown will return to their hiding place now honk honk

I LOVE THIS IDEA

I love the idea of putting these dudes in costumes.

Also everytime Selene calls Melinoë “little star”… that makes me feel something tbh

Price 100% calls reader his little star in this, and each season she tailors a new set of brilliant paired costumes for them. But I think John is a bit too egotistical to be just a “handler” to his doll— I’m imagining they take costume parts like The Steadfast Tin Solider and his Ballerina, or Clara and the Nutcracker. So if he happens to hold her close and tip her chin up to look at him, it should only seem natural to the audience!

[log6]

Help an african/latina nonbinary transfemme achieve her dream

Ever since I was a little girl I've always wanted a 2 door coupé with a performance engine. Me and my brother both developed an appreciation for cars and this led me to be an excellent car handler and driver (and led him to 4 or 5 car accidents in as many years) but unfortunately to this day I don't have my own car to redline the RPMs on through the empty highways in the middle of the night and race against the local octane freaks... If all of my followers give me just 5 US dollars I could get an older model Ford Mustang or Chevrolet Camaro or maybe even a Dodge Charger. If all my followers gave me 10 USD well maybe I could even get a slightly newer Jaguar F-TYPE or a Hellcat ... Please I can't live like this anymore I'll even sacrifice performance at this point but at least I need a Mazda Miata MX-5 for the fun ride and gas mileage...

Peace and love on earth... and on the roads as well. Please reblog 🙏🚘🏁

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[merthosus]

Desperation

Summary: After Five has gone to hell and back to prevent the end of the world and save his whole family, it drives him insane to do it a second time. Despite all his efforts not to let humanity go to ruin, it feels like an endless loop. After a long evening of martinis and some more martinis, he stumbles through the hotel door of a stranger. Not only is he surprised that the face behind the door looks familiar, but also the fact that she was just getting ready for bed.

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"So her beauty would be never forgotten no matter in which timeline"

The terrible feeling of powerlessness made Number Five reach for the glass again and again. No matter how many times he tried, no matter how great his efforts, it was hopeless. The thought of giving up plagued him more than he thought. But he had to be strong, not for himself, but for his siblings. The only place where they still felt safe was this hotel, a collection point for criminals of all kinds who didn't want to be found so quickly. You met all kinds of people in the corridors. Be it the woman who treated her dog like a child or Diego's son, who left a trail behind him with his leaking ear, just like in Hänsel and Gretel. Behind every hotel room door was a different personality that you definitely wouldn't have expected.

It was relatively difficult for Five to stay on his feet, and not just this evening. The usually so dressed up Five stumbled from corridor to corridor, searching in vain for his bed. He actually had a good feeling for how much alcohol he could drink, but after having to return to his young body, he had forgotten that his liver was not quite the same as that of a sixty-year-old. His hair, usually so tightly pulled back, was disheveled and strands were hanging out. His shirt was anything but pressed and his bow tie hung loosely around his neck. The only thing he had in mind, was his cozy bed, waiting for him in one of this many bedrooms.

He didn't know exactly why, but he was drawn to a particular door, number 45. The door was no different in any way from the other 123 he had seen on his tour, but like a moth to a lantern, he was drawn in that direction. The temptation to simply walk past the wooden door without paying attention to it was impossible for Five. He wondered whether it was really his gut feeling or perhaps the few drops too many. He decided not to think about it any longer and took a step towards the door. His long, thin fingers gripped the knob and Five felt no resistance. The door was only ajar. This couldn't be a coincidence.

He opened the door as quietly as his alcohol-soaked body would allow him. Then he leaned against the doorframe. He couldn't believe who was standing in front of him. His mouth was agape with astonishment, but also with admiration. His thoughts no longer had any self-control. The usually rational Five couldn't stop the thoughts flowing through his head. Y/n stood a few meters in front of him, his former colleague from the commission who had disappeared at some point. Five had never expected to see her again, especially not half naked. Still his mouth wasn't closed, admiring what was standing in front of him. She's lifting her long armed shirt, stretching her torso. He was leaving none of her body parts unwatched.

Her shining thighs, which doubled in size when she sat down. Oh God, how many times Five had had to sit differently to hide his arousal, how many times he had negotiated with the handler to go on missions with her instead of alone. Years of suffering, years of unsatisfied lust, years of concealed love. Five didn't move an inch to not draw attention to himself and scare her off. Five wondered how long he could hold out. He would stand at this very door for hours, starving, just to keep looking at her. Her stretch marks, which piled up on her like the waves of the sea. Her beautiful back which was covered in tattoos. Everything about her was as perfect for Five as the stone carved figures from Greece. Every time he looked at her, he remembered the beautiful figures and vowed to, one day, carve one of her. So her beauty would be never forgotten no matter in which timeline.

The more he focuses his thoughts on her, the less control he has over his body. He stumbles forward and barely manages to hold on to the Anden doorframe with his left hand. Suddenly, Y/n's head shoots up and she has just tried to pick up her T-shirt. Startled, she presses the scrap of fabric against her unclothed upper body. It feels like she is swallowing her air when she sees the drunken Five standing at the doorway. "Five…" she whispers to herself. "Mademoiselle Y/n," Five bows, trying in vain not to fall over. "W… what are you doing here?" she asks as she quickly pulls her T-shirt over her head. "You shouldn't be in this timeline," she mumbles to herself. Five laughs to avoid showing his true emotions. "So you're still working for the Commission. Funny, after you just disappeared like that," he says as he closes the door behind him and takes a step towards her.

"Five I needed to… It was this or killing you. The handler gave me no choice. You turned against her, what else was I supposed to do?" she asked. Five thought before walking towards her with quick yet shaky steps. He stopped just before her and tapped her heart with his finger. "You could have stayed with me. I can't believe it, after everything we've been through together," Five shakes his head. "Not a day has gone by that I haven't thought about you, Five," Y/n confesses, looking at him. Despite the transformation back into his youthful body, Five was taller than her, Y/n struggled to look him in the eye. So much pain was reflected in them. "I've been looking everywhere for you Y/n," he breathes it out rather than saying it.

Thank you for reading love :)

[seeminglydark]

what's the timeline for caros gender exploration and settling in to their identity? in some of the comics earlier I thought they mentioned wanted to be a boy pre transition, so I'm curious as to how they settled on the enby identity (did they ever play around w he/him pronouns for ex.?) and what that looked like. i absolutely LOVE their design and learning more abt them!!

hello! So first off, Caro mirrors my own gender journey growing up in the mid nineties pretty closely, just translated onto paper and at a younger point in their life and set in mid 2000's, which is why i write them the way I do, and also why i explore different stages of their journey openly. They were created to help me understand and cope with myself <3

Timeline wise, they've always known they didn't feel like a girl, living in a small town with the only queer person they know being a 15 year old gay teenage boy, they didn't have access to resources to know there was more out there, and that gender didn't exist in a binary. Of course sully explains trans to them, but he doesn't know much or totally get it either at that point. They DO experiment with he/him pronouns, because they don't know there's more options out there for them, switching over shortly after leaving home and starting work at the GasCo, so 18-to about 20, and Sully uses 'he' for them in private before that, at 16. Their he/him years are spent emulating the boys they knew and looked up too, sully and his crew mostly, so a lot of oversized clothes, black, punk things, even though that wasnt really them either. It still felt like a costume. They still didn't see themself in the mirror or hear it in peoples voices. They feel out of body, like a ghost.

They start learning more about trans things when they meet Goldie, their 'handler' and manager for their show, once they start gaining traction. I haven't fully written this part so it might change later, but I never actually use Caro's pronouns in the podcast, because I have this image in my head that when Goldie meets them for the first time, she is unsure, and defaults to 'they.' and Caro has their AHA moment. This is closely related to my AHA moment when someone who met me was unsure and defaulted to 'they.' I can't explain the euphoria of finding your moment, but if you have with ANY set of pronouns or descriptor words (for example, both Caro and I prefer masc descriptors ie: handsome), you know what I mean. Personally I burst into tears and probably terrified that poor person. I'm sure Caro did the same ahaha. Sometimes we can't know things until we try them on, sometimes that can take a few tries. Sometimes we find ourselves by complete accident somewhere along the way. And thats ok.

Slightly related: I usually default to 'they' if im talking ABOUT them, though I will use their current pronoun if I'm telling a story. I don't have an issue with people using they/them or he/him with adult Caro or she/they/he for young Caro. Their hairstyle is usually a tell for those following along, long for she, mullet for he, undercut/crop for they <3 but we don't stress about it around here.

heres a post I made actually that breaks down Caro's Gender Journey in a Sears Catalog kind of way <3 https://seeminglydark.tumblr.com/post/760091118673313793

[watermelonlicker]

chris frewin gives me roger vibes. i’m sorry to say that. i hate sharing stunt content but this video further proves my point.

https://x.com/bibikrubi/status/1924412169560502774?s=46

i answered this last night and the first thing i noticed was his hands all over louis and like the overly familiar body language but it looks like he’s pushing him closer to z*ra since he’s directing the stunt apparently. lou’s insta bios were warnings to me idc if that makes me a bluegreener im standing ten toes down on that one. chris is giving me handler vibes instead of manager.

[darkwood-sleddog]

https://scitechdaily.com/dogs-can-talk-study-confirms-dogs-intentionally-use-soundboards-to-communicate/

Saw this and wondered about your thoughts on it. I remember reading awhile back your post(s) about it and Clever Hans and everything.

I haven't read the study myself yet, so I don't have opinions/information beyond that.

I personally don't think this study proves button dogs are doing anything new or surprising or beyond Clever Hans-like behaviors.

First off, the study is self-reported and the sample size is not very large, meaning that the dogs are not in a laboratory environment where we can be sure they are getting the same type of instruction and that anything that might lean the study towards Clever Hans effect is mitigated (we even have to try to purposefully mitigate Clever Hans effect in Human behavioral studies btw).

Clever Hans effect is not imitation, much in the way the study describes that dogs are not imitating their owners. It's not like the horse was imitating his handler stomping at the ground, the horse who was known as Clever Hans used his knowledge of human body language to anticipate the correct answer and would stop pawing at the ground when this body language was achieved. A big part of "Clever Hans Effect" is the fact that this body language, by the humans involved, is not consciously done. We all display things unconsciously from a body language perspective and domestic mammals like dogs and horses, who have been bred to work alongside humans for a very long time, are excellent at decoding this. The horse didn't understand math in the same way these button dogs in all likely hood only understand that the combination of these particular sounds give them something they desire. I can ask my dog to sit and they'll get a treat, which is rewarding. So the next time they hear "sit" they are anticipating a reward and performing the behavior that produces the reward. They do not understand the word "sit" in the context of the English language. I can change that word to any human language or any word I want and they'll still perform the behavior as long as that sound (+potential hand signal) + reward is associated with the behavior on a consistent basis.

The study goes on to say that the dogs can string two-word combinations together to communicate. It's well known that dogs can be taught quite a few words and combinations of words/commands even without buttons, so this is not surprising (my dogs know that Gee (turn right) is different from Gee Over (get to the right side of the trail for example).

The study observes that most button communication from dogs dealt with essential needs such as "outside" + "potty" or "outside" + "play". These are already needs and desires that dogs (attempt to) communicate with their owners on a daily basis, the only difference between somebody relying on buttons for this communication vs somebody who is not is that a majority of pet owners are not well versed in dog body language and may be ignorant of or misinterpret what their dog is trying to communicate. I personally think there is a huge problem with expecting dogs to communicate in a distinctly human-like way that has not been proven to be more accurate than basic commands + body language while us as humans might place little or no value in the communication styles of dogs themselves.

What the study does not do is prove that button using dogs are describing dreams, emotions, or anything beyond their immediate needs. These concepts are peddled heavily by the most popular animal button communication influences such as Hunger for Words and Bunny the Dog, etc. It is THIS aspect peddled by dog button people that irks me the most (in addition to some of the ableist language towards non speaking people these people have pushed..) because it is simply not true that their dogs can describe dreams they had or how the dog feels about their new baby. It is not scientifically proven. Button for potty? Cool, I love that if it works for you. I don't need a button like that for my dogs because I understand their body language differences between outside + potty and outside + play, but I know some people might need a tool like this for clarity or ease. Buttons to describe dreams and desires beyond a dog's immediate needs? I'm suspicious and comparing you to Koko the Gorilla's handler who did the same thing (non-scientific attributing of emotions given to the animal they care for in a non-accurate way).

The study says it would love to find out if they can attribute button use to dreams, complex emotions, past & future events, etc. But how can you possibly, in good faith, know you're being accurate with this when we cannot even guarantee an absence of Clever Hans Effect in human behavior studies? When we have not even been able to identify these things in a non-button study? How do you identify if it is happening correctly within button using dogs if you can't identify if it is happening within normal dog behavior?

and finally, the study lists four individuals associated with the study and NONE of them are animal behaviorists or have backgrounds in DOG cognition and behavior. One of those four people is associated with the brand of buttons used. This alone flaws the study enough for me to discount it.

[raptorladylover6969]

JWCT S3 SPOILERS‼️‼️

Yall remember that little joke I made about The Handler coming back reincarnated as a raptor?

Well…I made an outline, and I made a fic. Here’s the prologue.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64746172/chapters/166363078

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: Jurassic World: Chaos Theory (Cartoon), Jurassic Park - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Relationships: Darius Bowman/Brooklynn, Yasmina "Yaz" Fadoula/Sammy Gutierrez

Characters: Darius Bowman, Ben Pincus, Kenji Kon, Yasmina Fadoula, Sammy Gutierrez, Brooklynn (Jurassic Park), Atrociraptor Handler (Jurassic World: Chaos Theory), Lewis Dodgeson, Soyona Santos

Additional Tags: Post Season 3, Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Topics of the afterlife, Heavy talks about death, religion mentions, Memory Loss, Spoilers, This fic also implies The Handler WAS a raptor in her past life, The Handler also gets a name and it's Katya.

Summary:

Seems the bite of the Carnotaurus wasn't enough to keep her away.

After the altercation at Malta, The Camp Fam finds themselves now investigating the secrets behind the Atrociraptor training program in the heart of BioSyn, as well as uncovering more secrets yet to be found.

Brooklynn can't seem to shake the Atrociraptor Handler out of her mind, not entirely of trauma, but of guilt. Guilt of how all that woman ever wanted was to be reunited with her children, and now, she's gone, and so are her babies. Maybe BioSyn will somehow give her mind some closure.

But closure is not all Brooklynn will discover.

Brooklynn finds herself in an abandoned paddock at BioSyn, where she comes across a baby Atrociraptor whom had just hatched, but something about the glint in this raptor's eyes seems all too familiar...

[httyraptor]

just posted a very tiny raptormoms fic on ao3 :] it's just handler thinking about her and soyona's relationship, real sad and whateva

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65490586