#it is a big problem

[tinesleftnipple]

JITD Episode 25 (non-final) Script Synopsis

Episode 22

Episode 23

Episode 24

"The Emerging Composition"

LWZ and Pei su in their office. LWZ opens the sealed, top secret file of the Zhu feng case.

Flashback: a crouched figure writing at a desk. Close up to show keywords - killer, history of mental illness, exempt from criminal punishment, victim, rights and interests... Pan yunheng bursts in the door and addresses the figure as "teacher". Pan tells the man that the killer was killed by another patient at the facility, in the same way Zhu feng's husband was killed. The man turns around, looks at Pan yunheng, and asks if he believes that justice is clear and retribution will come.

LWZ texts XHY for him to investigate Zhu feng's husband, Yu bin.

Tao ze and Kong weichen are at Yin ping's house. According to Yin ping, the last time Yin chao contacted them was 8/9 years ago. He stopped sending them money 5/6 years ago when their mother died. At that time, Yin ping followed the address from the money transfer and found Yin chao, but Yin chao refused to return with the excuse of too many enemies in XInzhou.

Tao ze asks Yin ping why he wears gloves at home. Yin ping shows them his burn scars from an accident in the boiler room. Tao ze then asks Yin ping's wife Hou shufen some questions but Yin ping yells at her.

They leave Yin ping's house. Tao ze crosses out the chance that the person they met was Laomeizha; it's unlikely his wife would go unaware for 30 years.

Xiao wu comes back with some old files he found, of Laomeizha's testimony about the fire. When Laomeizha was escaping, he had grabbed onto a metal railing and burned his hands to the extent that his fingerprints were gone. Tao ze orders them to return to find Yin ping immediately, but his wife answers the door. Yin ping left on his motorbike just moments ago.

Tao ze calls LWZ to tell him it wasn't Yin chao (Laomeizha) who testified but Yin ping. The only thing that would have distinguished the twins from each other was their fingerprints, and Yin ping's fingerprints have been burned off. Tao ze asks help tracking down a red motorbike.

Yin ping speeds down the frozen road with police sirens behind him. Flashback: Yin ping peeking through a crack in the window. Yin chao is talking to someone inside. The other person threatens him with either taking the job or having his family killed. Once that person leaves, Yin ping confronts Yin chao. Yin chao tells him he's working with the police, and will find a way to keep them safe.

Tao ze and Xiao wu chase Yin ping through the alleyways. A truck suddenly appears speeding towards Yin ping, but Tao ze's police car slams in between them and takes the full impact. Yin ping is thrown out of his bike.

Flashback: Yin chao telling Yin ping not to worry. He will protect them even if he dies. Yin ping takes an ashtray and smashes it into Yin chao's temple. This image transitions to Yin ping lying on the ground in almost the exact same position as Yin chao years before.

KWC comes to first, crawls out and drags an unconscious Xiao wu out from the backseat. The gas tank is leaking and there is an exposed wire from the truck emitting sparks. KWC wakes Xiao wu while trying to rescue Tao ze and Xiao wu goes to grab Yin ping. KWC finally manages to free Tao ze out from the car but it's too late. He only has time to cover Tao ze with his own body before everything explodes.

LWZ receives a call from Xiao wu. Xiao wu tells him the truck driver that hit them died on the spot. LWZ and Pei su rush to the hospital. KWC is dead. Yin ping survived with a broken leg. Tao ze is in emergency surgery. Pei su pats LWZ's shoulder to calm him down, and reassures him that Tao ze will be fine, but Pei su's hand is trembling too.

LWZ and Pei su sit together in the hallway. Pei su wonders why the organization is in such a rush to get rid of Laomeizha. Everything Laomeizha can testify on, Du guosheng has already told them. They reduce the possibilities of intelligence leak down to 2 people and 1 car. XHY calls and LWZ tells him to investigate XIao wu, KWC, and the car they used today.

LWZ and Pei su sit in silence for a moment. Tao ze is still being operated on. Pei su, to LWZ: if you are sad and need to vent, it's okay, I'm the only one here.

Tang ning arrives and cries. LWZ tells her stories about Tao ze. Tao ze is not a romantic person, but he is attentive in places you might not even notice. A nurse comes out from the room; Tao ze is no longer in critical condition. Xiao wu arrives and tells them Yin ping is awake.

LWZ is about to ask Yin ping about Yin chao when Yin ping suddenly starts convulsing. It's a cerebral hemorrhage and Yin ping needs surgery right away.

In the interrogation room, Lan qiao asks HSF (Yin ping's wife) about Yin ping. For a period of time, Yin ping would have nightmares where he would yell for Yin chao to stop bothering him. They used to have 2 big sophora japonica trees in their backyard that Yin ping was adamant on cutting down. That was the house he was trying to go to today. Yin chao used to live there.

Lan qiao and 2 other police go digging in Yin chao's yard. They find Yin chao's body.

LWZ receives a text from his father: there is something fishy about Huo xiao's case. The investigation team are on it.

Pei su sits down beside LWZ and tells him Yin ping's surgery didn't go very well. They don't know when he will wake up, and the best case scenario is he won't be able to speak clearly. At worst he won't recover normal brain functioning. LWZ is livid. Pei su calms him down by saying they can look for other evidence. LWZ says he's become a lone commander, and Pei su reminds LWZ that he is still here.

XHY and Lan qiao arrive to meet LWZ and Pei su at the hospital. XHY goes into detail about KWC's history: KWC used to work under Du ju. What's more, when they were on their way back to Yin ping's house, KWC received a call from Du ju. Xiao wu confirmed that KWC was on the phone, and at the time KWC had told them he was reporting to higher ups about the situation. Lan qiao is upset at the notion that the mole in their team is Du ju.

Pei su speaks up. There is no direct cause and effect relationship between KWC and Du ju's call, and whether it was the call that caused the info leak in their mission. XHY reports that they are still analyzing the police car that they used that day. However, almost the entire team used it recently. If it's something in the car, the whole team is suspicious.

XHY goes to visit Tao ze. LWZ tells Lan qiao to keep watch on Yin ping, and tells her to register to bring a gun with her. LWZ sighs, and Pei su pats his shoulder. They sit together in silence. After a while, LWZ brings up Du ju. Pei su asks him what kind of person Du ju is. LWZ tells him the scar on Du ju's face is from a convict he caught. Pei su comforts him by saying they can often see the behavior but not motive of people. He's known Du ju for years and knows what kind of person he is. Why should he be fazed by an action that they don't know the motive of?

Pei su tells LWZ he's the type to trust others easily, because he grew up in the light, and finds it hard to accept people around him betraying him. Unlike Pei su himself, who is used to it...

Pei su pats LWZ's hand and LWZ asks why his hand is so cold. Pei su changes the subject and says it feels like the evidence they found on KWC and Du ju seem planned. LWZ continues the thought: planned, to make the team question each other, followed by key witnesses dying, then evidence laid out for the police to find, just like Huo xiao's case. Pei su replies they should start with the evidence they currently have. Everything that happens will leave a trace - as LWZ once told him. LWZ smacks him and wonders why Pei su is still holding that grudge. Pei su smiles at him.

Pei su suggests starting from the beginning - from He zongyi's case. The publicity of that case appeared strange.

Pei su and LWZ in LWZ's study. LWZ begins recounting events of He zongyi's case. LWZ throws out the question: why was Chen zhen at Hong fu da guan, and why did they have to kill him when LWZ arrived? They deduce it was the Reciters who killed Chen zhen. There's also the front desk who LWZ a room with a window he could escape from, and the mysterious person who texted He zongyi the "Golden triangle" location - the text that led to ZHC killing He zongyi.

The second case: who told Su ruowan and guided her to reenact her mother's signature pencil case phone call?

Third is the Zhou family case. ZKF used ZHJ's name to contact Dong xian, killing ZJH, which makes sense. But Dong xiaoqing receiving the killing contract and in turn attempting to kill ZHJ, then getting murdered doesn't seem like ZKF's doing. Pei su adds that from a motive standpoint, ZKF is suspicious of wanting ZHJ dead, but the method is not his style. The mysterious delivery man who sent XHY a text from Dong xiao qing's phone, the person who set fire to her apartment, and even the people who hired and then killed Wang li (Dong xiaoqing's murderer) must all belong to the Reciters. LWZ adds these may or may not be one person.

Onto Feng bin's case, there is A13, who planned the entire case. WWX confessed he didn't want to kill Feng bin, only to beat him up. But A13 told Du guosheng to kill Feng bin, and left XXN and Du guosheng as evidence for the police. There is also the fake security guard at Longyuncheng, who edited the security cam footage twice to lead police to find Du guosheng there. Then, there is Zhu feng. Pei su points out a common point between these people: waiter, security guard, janitor, delivery man... a group of people you would let your guard down for.

Pei su points out the initial Zero Degree project is probably their closest lead to the truth. All the people involved may be chess pieces somehow related to the project. Pei su tells LWZ he has another thread that might have an update soon. LWZ grabs onto his nape to force Pei su to look into his eyes, and asks what else Pei su is keeping a secret from him. Pei su replies he's not keeping it a secret, he just hasn't found the time to tell him. LWZ: it's not like you're a girl confessing to her crush, what's the difference between telling me today and telling me tomorrow? Why do you always do this...

Pei su begins coughing and LWZ is worried and berates him for not wearing long underwear. Pei su coughs uncontrollably. LWZ realizes something and feels his forehead - Pei su is burning up.

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[bluemoonscape]

Big fan of characters who “kill” their younger selves. Characters who resent the past version of themselves for letting them get hurt, who look at that kid and feel revolted by the foreignness of it. Characters who feel they have to cut the child out of them like a tumor because it’s hurting them too much and if I don’t kill you you’ll kill me. Nearly nothing remaining of that past self but for the little connections and mannerisms they can’t kick, and when it shines through, it’s a terrible, tragic thing, because the child is still in there. It’s in there and it’s grotesque in its suffocation. But it’s there.

[archivebottles]

went on a sidequest this past week to draw some horse girls

[evviejo]

repeat after me:

tumblr is the reblog website

tumblr is the reblog website

tumblr is the reblog website

tumblr is the reblog website

tumblr is the reblog website

tumblr is the reblog website

tumblr is the reblog website

tumblr is the reblog website

tumblr is the reblog website

tumblr is the reblog website

this is not instagram or whatever other like-based social medium, likes don't matter that much, your experience is not shaped by an all-knowing algorithm, but by you and reblogging is the lifeblood of this godforsaken corner of the internet

if you love tumblr and if you want to show your appreciation for the creators of the content here, you reblog

[helenvaughans]

honestly between this and “the wall” this man just has terminal New York Real Estate Guy brain

[egophiliac]

hear me out

silver vanrouge ❌️

silver draconia ✔️

malleus beats lilia to the punch

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

UGHGJHTGH THEYRE SO FAMILY TO MEEEE

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

average United States contains 1000s of pet tigers in backyards" factoid actualy [sic] just statistical error. average person has 0 tigers on property. Activist Georg, who lives the U.S. Capitol & makes up over 10,000 each day, has purposefully been spreading disinformation adn [sic] should not have been counted

I have a big mad today, folks. It's a really frustrating one, because years worth of work has been validated... but the reason for that fucking sucks.

For almost a decade, I've been trying to fact-check the claim that there "are 10,000 to 20,000 pet tigers/big cats in backyards in the United States." I talked to zoo, sanctuary, and private cat people; I looked at legislation, regulation, attack/death/escape incident rates; I read everything I could get my hands on. None of it made sense. None of it lined up. I couldn't find data supporting anything like the population of pet cats being alleged to exist. Some of you might remember the series I published on those findings from 2018 or so under the hashtag #CrouchingTigerHiddenData. I've continued to work on it in the six years since, including publishing a peer reviewed study that counted all the non-pet big cats in the US (because even though they're regulated, apparently nobody bothered to keep track of those either).

I spent years of my life obsessing over that statistic because it was being used to push for new federal legislation that, while well intentioned, contained language that would, and has, created real problems for ethical facilities that have big cats. I wrote a comprehensive - 35 page! - analysis of the issues with the then-current version of the Big Cat Public Safety Act in 2020. When the bill was first introduced to Congress in 2013, a lot of groups promoted it by fear mongering: there's so many pet tigers! they could be hidden around every corner! they could escape and attack you! they could come out of nowhere and eat your children!! Tiger King exposed the masses to the idea of "thousands of abused backyard big cats": as a result the messaging around the bill shifted to being welfare-focused, and the law passed in 2022.

The Big Cat Public Safety Act created a registry, and anyone who owned a private cat and wanted to keep it had to join. If they did, they could keep the animal until it passed, as long as they followed certain strictures (no getting more, no public contact, etc). Don’t register and get caught? Cat is seized and major punishment for you. Registering is therefore highly incentivized. That registry closed in June of 2023, and you can now get that registration data via a Freedom of Information Act request.

Guess how many pet big cats were registered in the whole country?

97.

Not tens of thousands. Not thousands. Not even triple digits. 97.

And that isn't even the right number! Ten USDA licensed facilities registered erroneously. That accounts for 55 of 97 animals. Which leaves us with 42 pet big cats, of all species, in the entire country.

Now, I know that not everyone may have registered. There's probably someone living deep in the woods somewhere with their illegal pet cougar, and there's been at least one random person in Texas arrested for trying to sell a cub since the law passed. But - and here's the big thing - even if there are ten times as many hidden cats than people who registered them - that's nowhere near ten thousand animals. Obviously, I had some questions.

Guess what? Turns out, this is because it was never real. That huge number never had data behind it, wasn't likely to be accurate, and the advocacy groups using that statistic to fearmonger and drive their agenda knew it... and didn't see a problem with that.

Allow me to introduce you to an article published last week.

This article is good. (Full disclose, I'm quoted in it). It's comprehensive and fairly written, and they did their due diligence reporting and fact-checking the piece. They talked to a lot of people on all sides of the story.

But thing that really gets me?

Multiple representatives from major advocacy organizations who worked on the Big Cat Publix Safety Act told the reporter that they knew the statistics they were quoting weren't real. And that they don't care. The end justifies the means, the good guys won over the bad guys, that's just how lobbying works after all. They're so blase about it, it makes my stomach hurt. Let me pull some excerpts from the quotes.

"Whatever the true number, nearly everyone in the debate acknowledges a disparity between the actual census and the figures cited by lawmakers. “The 20,000 number is not real,” said Bill Nimmo, founder of Tigers in America. (...) For his part, Nimmo at Tigers in America sees the exaggerated figure as part of the political process. Prior to the passage of the bill, he said, businesses that exhibited and bred big cats juiced the numbers, too. (...) “I’m not justifying the hyperbolic 20,000,” Nimmo said. “In the world of comparing hyperbole, the good guys won this one.”

"Michelle Sinnott, director and counsel for captive animal law enforcement at the PETA Foundation, emphasized that the law accomplished what it was set out to do. (...) Specific numbers are not what really matter, she said: “Whether there’s one big cat in a private home or whether there’s 10,000 big cats in a private home, the underlying problem of industry is still there.”"

I have no problem with a law ending the private ownership of big cats, and with ending cub petting practices. What I do have a problem with is that these organizations purposefully spread disinformation for years in order to push for it. By their own admission, they repeatedly and intentionally promoted false statistics within Congress. For a decade.

No wonder it never made sense. No wonder no matter where I looked, I couldn't figure out how any of these groups got those numbers, why there was never any data to back any of the claims up, why everything I learned seemed to actively contradict it. It was never real. These people decided the truth didn't matter. They knew they had no proof, couldn't verify their shocking numbers... and they decided that was fine, if it achieved the end they wanted.

So members of the public - probably like you, reading this - and legislators who care about big cats and want to see legislation exist to protect them? They got played, got fed false information through a TV show designed to tug at heartstrings, and it got a law through Congress that's causing real problems for ethical captive big cat management. The 20,000 pet cat number was too sexy - too much of a crisis - for anyone to want to look past it and check that the language of the law wouldn't mess things up up for good zoos and sanctuaries. Whoops! At least the "bad guys" lost, right? (The problems are covered somewhat in the article linked, and I'll go into more details in a future post. You can also read my analysis from 2020, linked up top.)

Now, I know. Something something something facts don't matter this much in our post-truth era, stop caring so much, that's just how politics work, etc. I’m sorry, but no. Absolutely not.

Laws that will impact the welfare of living animals must be crafted carefully, thoughtfully, and precisely in order to ensure they achieve their goals without accidental negative impacts. We have a duty of care to ensure that. And in this case, the law also impacts reservoir populations for critically endangered species! We can't get those back if we mess them up. So maybe, just maybe, if legislators hadn't been so focused on all those alleged pet cats, the bill could have been written narrowly and precisely.

But the minutiae of regulatory impacts aren't sexy, and tiger abuse and TV shows about terrible people are. We all got misled, and now we're here, and the animals in good facilities are already paying for it.

I don't have a conclusion. I'm just mad. The public deserves to know the truth about animal legislation they're voting for, and I hope we all call on our legislators in the future to be far more critical of the data they get fed.

[hobbymommyy]

Lazy day today :3

[thefranchise4]

Wow I just became a fan of Anri Okita 🥹🙏🏿💯

[d0llcevita]

fuck nudes send bicep pics pls

[evgar]

decided to redraw and improve this silly thing i did two years ago

here's the two compared like damn the colors on the first what was that 😭

[botanicsoul]

Eyes Up Here

Aged up | Possessive!Bakugou Katsuki x (fem) Reader

-> This one’s for my bigger chested babes🍈🍈

𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

It’s sunny, warm, and perfect for walking hand in hand down the street with your boyfriend. You’re dressed for the heat—light denim shorts that hug your hips and a yellow low-cut tank top that gives just the right amount of bounce and peek.

You’d noticed his mood shift about three blocks ago.

He was quiet, more than usual, walking half a step behind you. But you knew Bakugou, and you could practically feel the heat of his glare every time someone else’s eyes lingered on you too long. His grip would tighten around your hip whenever that happened, thumb pressing into the waistband of your shorts.

So naturally, you played it up. A little extra sway in your hips, a stretch when you reached for your drink, a smug little smirk when you heard him grumble under his breath.

“Katsuki,” you sing-songed as you reached a patch of flowers blooming by a café wall. “We need a picture. The light is perfect.”

He snorted, lips curled. “Seriously?”

“Come on, plus you look hot today.” You dragged him in beside you and held your phone up. “Smile, babe. Just once. For me.”

You flipped to selfie mode, adjusting the angle. Your tank dipped low with the way your arm was lifted, giving the camera an unobstructed view of your cleavage. You looked damn good, and you knew it.

But before you could snap the picture—

A warm hand slapped over your chest. Then, in one swift, unapologetic tug, Bakugou yanked the hem of your tank up, covering the curve of your breasts with a grunt of pure annoyance.

“Katsuki!”

“You’re not fuckin’ posting that,” he growled into your ear, hand still fisted in your shirt, keeping it high.

You twisted to glare at him. “It wasn’t even that bad!”

“The hell it wasn’t,” he muttered, eyes scanning your face—then your chest—then the street, as if daring anyone to be looking. “You think I didn’t see that guy over there just now? Mouth open like he was starin’ at a damn dessert menu.”

You burst out laughing. “So what? I am dessert.”

He grumbled low in his throat. “Yeah, but you’re my fuckin’ dessert.”

“Oh my god, Katsuki—”

He leaned in, crowding close, hand still gripping your tank. “You’re walkin’ around with your tits half out like you want people lookin’. You tryin’ to start somethin’? Hm?”

“You’re so dramatic, it’s not my fault their big—”

“I’m serious.” His voice dropped lower, hotter, lips brushing your ear. “You don’t wanna know what I’d do if you actually posted that. let people see what’s mine.”

Your thighs pressed together instinctively at the tone, at the way his fingers lingered at the top of your shorts like he was one second away from slipping them in, right there on the sidewalk.

“You’re so possessive,” you whispered.

“You fuckin’ love it,” he replied, smirking when your breath hitched.

And the worst part? He was right.

He let go of your tank only when it stayed put, satisfied with the new, more “modest” arrangement. You snapped a photo anyway, catching the moment: your lips parted in shock, his hand mid-grab, his eyes narrowed like he’d just claimed territory—and dared anyone else to try.

“You’re insane,” you murmured, grinning as you looked down at the photo.

“Keep testin’ me,” he muttered, brushing a possessive kiss to your temple. “Next time I’m makin’ you take the picture with my hand down your shorts so they really know who the fuck you belong to.”

Your breath caught. “Katsuki—”

He shot you a wicked smirk. “Go on, post that, sweetheart.”

𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

-> here is one for my smaller chested babes 🍒