#tiger day 2022

[ssminosblogs]

Tiger worried about Bunny

[adam-trademark]

Zoo's Company

(April 25, 2022)

[wellntruly]

I made my top ten list for 2022

1 Amadeus (Forman, 1984) Recommended for: Interview With the Vampire fans

2 Chungking Express (Kar-Wai, 1994) Recommended for: Cowboy Bebop fans

3 Dog Day Afternoon (Lumet, 1975) Recommended for: poor little meow meow fans

4 The Night of Counting the Years (Abdel Salam, 1969) Recommended for: Piranesi fans

5 The Long Day Closes (Davies, 1992) Recommended for: Yann Tiersen fans

6 Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (Lee, 2000) Recommended for: Lawrence of Arabia fans

7 California Split (Altman, 1974) Recommended for: 'friendships are romances' posts fans

8 The Long Goodbye (Altman, 1973) Recommended for: actually, David Lynch fans

9 All That Heaven Allows (Sirk, 1955) Recommended for: Carol fans

10 All That Jazz (Fosse, 1979) Recommended for: Velvet Goldmine fans

Let me know how you like the single, askance reference approach, I'm experimenting with succinct weird ways to pitch things to the people I think will like them. Links go to my original Letterboxd "review" (comment), and if you click the poster or title there you'll be taken to the short synopsis, cast & crew, wide header image for some vibes, etc.

[poniesart]

huevember day 2 - a sunshiney baby tiger :D

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: January 28, 2022

Lyrics:

Tiger lily, moved to the city

She just turned twenty-one

And then I said, "here's my number, hit me up

If you're needing anyone"

And then I could be

Anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone for you

Anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone

I can love you, I could be

Anything you want of me

And in the darkness of the night

Baby, let me be your light

I can love you, I could be

Anything you want of me

And in the darkness of the night

Baby, let me be your light

Be your light

Be your light

Well, I gave her love, but it wasn't enough

So she called me up, just to call it off

I can't afford to make that mistake this time

And if you're flying over the Serengeti

Tiger lily, don't forget me

The way I am, not the way I was, mm

When I could be

Anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone for you

Anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone

Anyone for you

I can love you, I could be

Anything you want of me

And in the darkness of the night

Baby, let me be your light

I can love you, I could be

Anything you want of me

And in the darkness of the night

Baby, let me be your light

Be your light

Be your light (light, light, light)

I can love you, I could be

Anything you want of me

And in the darkness of the night

Baby, let me be your light

I can love you, I could be

Anything you want of me

And in the darkness of the night

Baby, let me be your light

Oh, I could be your light

I can love you, I could be

Anything you want of me

And in the darkness of the night

Baby, let me be your light

I can love you, I could be

Anything you want of me

And in the darkness of the night

Baby, let me be your light

Be your light (woo)

Be your light (woo)

Songwriter:

George Barnett / Joel Laslett Pott

SongFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

George Ezra

[ej-artyarts]

Day 25 - Tiger

Extras below the cut

I’m not the best at side profiles for people so be nice ;-; /hj

[lision-art]

Days 25-31 of Weretober! Hosted by @tfiddlerart on twitter! I’ll be posting the days individually now!

[wovenstarlight]

(on ao3)

It's kind of eerie, how little hyung and his daemon talk now. Yoohyun remembers months upon years of waking up to the sounds of them arguing in the kitchen, exchanging sleepy blinks with Junhwan as they both listened to Haeun whine and Yoojin complain, still half-dozing in the warmth of morning. He remembers their silent agreement to pretend to still be asleep when hyung and noona finally quieted down and came to their door, slipping in to pet Yoohyun's hair and nose at Junhwan's fur and feathers and scales, gently coaxing them to wake up.

Yoohyun sits at the foot of his bed, now, with Junhwan leaning against his legs, and they both listen to the sounds of the TV coming from the living room.

...

Yoohyun and Junhwan don't talk much. They've never needed to. They've never wanted to, not when they could be listening to hyung and noona instead, answering them and basking in their affection and attention. When it comes to each other, they move in silent synchronicity most of the time, communicating with glances and subtle shifts in body language, and it's only really when they need to be absolutely certain of the situation that they exchange words out loud.

They don't argue. Not really. Not when they both know what's most important. Not when they know how willing the other is to fight for it.

(The last time Yoohyun remembers Junhwan ever challenging him is that night he left home, three years ago. He'd opened the door, and before he could step over the threshold, Junhwan had moved smoothly to stand in his way, twisting to look up at him. He'd been a tiger, still holding the form from when he'd playfully flopped over a yowling Haeun earlier that evening. There was a bit of fur on his forehead standing up straight where Haeun had resigned herself to defeat and licked it uncomfortably against the path of his fur in revenge.

Yoohyun had stared at him. Junhwan had stared back, eyes luminous in the bit of light reaching the door from the living room. For a moment, they'd stood there quietly. Then Junhwan had opened his mouth.

"Are you sure?"

Yoohyun's grip had tightened on the strap of his backpack. For a moment, he'd been still, then he'd reached out a hand to smooth his daemon's fur down. "I need to keep hyung safe," he'd said in lieu of an answer.

There'd been a rustle from the living room sofa. A sleepy, confused call of his name. Yoohyun had tensed, fingers tightening in Junhwan's fur. "Move," he'd said.

Junhwan had stared up at him.

"...Yoohyun-ah? What's... Where are you going?"

He'd passed through the door. Yoohyun had followed right behind him. They'd walked away together. Silent synchronicity, as always.

"Yoohyun-ah? Wait- Wait, where are you-"

They both understood what was important, after all.)

From the other room, hyung snorts, clearly audible over the low murmurs of the TV. Maybe in response to whatever he's watching. Maybe in response to something noona said. Yoohyun doesn't know. He didn't hear anything from her. Hyung doesn't say anything back, either.

Junhwan leans harder against Yoohyun's legs, and he glances down at him. He's still a tiger—has been ever since that night three years ago—and today, the white fur of his forehead is marred by where Haeun had nuzzled her face into it, blurring the solid lines of his stripes. For a moment, Yoohyun almost reaches a hand out to smooth down the fur.

Yoohyun and Junhwan don't talk much. They don't need to, not when they know what's important. What they both need, what they both want, what they both think.

It's why Yoohyun is startled when Junhwan looks back up at him and opens his mouth to ask, "Is it our fault?"

He's not surprised, really. The thought has been running through his mind ever since he stepped into the room with his brother earlier in the day and was given both a close hug and a distant smile. Did I do this, he'd wondered as hyung had stuttered his way through a stiff goodbye to him and Junhwan. Is it my fault, he'd wondered as they'd given their own farewells to their hyung and noona, only to get that same distant smile back from Yoojin and a silent, wide-eyed stare from Haeun.

Do they not trust me anymore?

He's not surprised by the question. He is surprised that Junhwan bothered to ask. They both already know the answer, after all.

Yoohyun suppresses the urge to comb fingers through his daemon's fur until it lies flat. Maybe they'll ask noona to groom him tomorrow.

(Maybe she'll even say yes.)

[scholastic-dragon]

Flufftober Day 18: Soulmate AU

Circus!Tiger x Gn!reader

It a universe where people get birthmarks of the first sentence/words your soulmate says to you. People get their birthmarks on their 21st birthday (that’s how old the reader is) Once you meet your soulmate the words burn and become tattoos (a symbol of becoming permanent) 

Word count: 2k

Warnings: bad treatment of circus animals (nothing too bad, mostly just mean words, chains, collars, and cages), spelling mistakes, like 1 swear word,

Summary: you finally meet your soulmate on a cold autumn night at the carnival

You loved the carnival. Always have. 

You remember the first time you went and fell in love with it. 

You were 10, going with your dad and older sister to see a circus show under those corny red and white tents. 

The beginning and middle are a blur, but the end always comes to your memory in full detail. 

The lights traveling around the inner circle, the ringmaster, no older than your dad, standing in the center in a gaudy red coat. He speaks loudly and enthusiastically about his amazing acrobatic tigers. Everyone gasps and murmurs that they don’t believe him. 

You’re bouncing on your seat, leaning forward to see as the tigers come out. Back then you didn’t notice the thick iron chains and collars around their paws and necks. 

They jumped through cheap hula hoops. You cheered every time, it was so amazing how high they could go, and how they balanced on the small platforms. 

“And now, Ladies and Gentleman, boys and girls, get ready for the big finale,” The ringmaster shouts, smiling at the yelling from the crowd. “Our newest member of the circus family!” 

He gestures to the far corner where another handler comes out with a small tiger cub on a chain. They glance around nervously, crying out when they see their parents in the corner. 

“He’s a bit nervous since it’s his first show, so lets show him so love, huh?” The crowd screams and yells as the ringmaster yells. 

It clearly scares him worse, you don’t scream not wanting him to feel worse. The handler brings him up to a small platform where three hoops are hanging from ropes from the ceiling. 

“Jump!” The ringmaster commands, you now realize it was out of fear, but he jumps. Jumps right through all three hoops landing very gracefully on the other side. 

You cheer this time, clapping loudly and standing from your seat. Your dad laughs, grabbing one of your shoulders. 

“Sit down, Y/n,” He and your sister laughs, but you don’t, you can’t look away. 

The ringmaster makes the cub jump through the hoops again and you cheer again. Your voice is minuscule against the crowd but you still shout, “Great job!” 

Despite the loud voices and small tremble in your voice, the cubs look to you. His large yellow eyes meeting yours; he was looking only at you. 

The ringmaster said something else and started to get another ramp set up. You excitedly turned to your father. 

“He looked at me!” You jump up and down. 

“Did he, now?” Your father smiles warmly, keeping a hand on your back so you didn’t jump off the stands. 

“No, he didn’t,” Your sister crosses her arms, scowling. “He was just looking around,” Your father takes his free arm and wraps it around her shoulders, pulling you into a tight hug. 

“I’m sure he’ll look back up here again,” 

“Jump!” The ringmaster set up a balance beam in between two hoops. The cub runs up the platform, jumps through the hoops and cartwheels across the beam and through the other hoop. He lands on the platform on the other side of the hoop, standing up on his feet with his arms in the air. 

The crowd gasps and the ringmaster awkwardly laughs, motioning for the handler to do something. He comes up and pulls the cub off the platform, taking him away and behind the curtains. 

You don’t remember much after that, but the memory of the tiger standing and looking at you never faded. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eleven years later and your love for carnival’s never faded. Unfortunately, life often gets in the way and you haven’t been in years. 

Your family doesn’t get your obsession with the carnival. What's even worse is that no one remembers or believes that the tiger stood that day.

“You saw it with your own eyes!” You throw your arms up in annoyance. 

“It was fake! Tigers cannot stand on their own!” Your sister argues, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. 

As you aged you birthmark showed up, it was a joyous morning on your 21st birthday, but it was quickly spoiled when you read the words on your inner forearm. 

That’s what everyone said after that show. It was fake. It wasn’t real. It was some kind of harness that pulled him up. But you knew, you just knew that he stood on his own. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I’m sorry

Your heart sunk. Those were the first words your soulmate would say to you. It wasn’t encouraging. Your friends always tried to cheer you up, reminding you to look on the positives. 

“Maybe, they bump into you,” Your friend shrugs, sitting down crisscross beside you on your bed. 

“What?” You’re tired and annoyed, today was your big day, but it was obvious everyone just pitied you. Your parents had such romantic tattoos, even your sister had one that was good, but yours felt like a slap in the face. 

“You know how when you’re walking along the street and you look away for a split second and bump into someone? Maybe that’s what happens,” They offer. You don’t feel like talking about it anymore so you just agree. 

You know the chances are low, people in this town aren’t nice, if you do bump into someone normally they glare and shove past you. Some even curse at you or scream in your face, never once had someone apologized for bumping into you. 

“You just have to think on the bright side,” Your other friend grabs your hand, squeezing until your fingers turn red. “Your birthmark is not a bad thing. Please, repeat it,” 

It was easy for them to say, they had good ones and one had even found their soulmate. It felt like they were just patronizing you. 

“Your birthmark is not a bad thing,” You laugh when they punch you in the shoulder, rubbing it gently. 

“The right way,” They raise their fist again as a warning, you laugh, shaking your head. 

“My birthmark is not a bad thing,” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You needed to get away from everything, you’re still feeling down from your disaster of a birthmark and need a distraction. 

In some act of fate the carnival shows up just 20 minutes down the road from you. You’d never been so willing to get a speeding ticket.

It was just what you needed. The cold air that smells of cheap plastic, caramel apples, and pumpkin spice. Rides whirring and children laughing, lights blinking everywhere: it was perfect. 

You wished your family or friends could be here with you, but you need the time to yourself. It’s nice to forget about the mark on your forearm, hidden away in your jacket. 

As you pass by another bright booth, you see a large tent in the distance. It gaudy red and white stripes send a shiver of excitement down your spine. You all bit run across the carnival to the tent, standing in line to get a ticket.  

As you glance around the entrance you notice the hulking posters hanging by the ticket booth. You recognize it instantly: the circus from all those years ago, the one that made you fall in love with the carnival and autumn. 

You grab your ticket and eagerly watch the show. It’s just as you remember it, and it’s just what you needed, forgetting all about your birthmark. 

The acts make you laugh harder than you had in years, smiling so wide you’re sure your jaw will fall off. 

“Now that you’ve been bored by this mediocre entertainment,” The ringmaster, now much older, his hair mostly gray with a thick pair of glasses. “I introduce our acrobatic tigers!” 

A handler pokes her head out, face red and eyes wide; the ringmaster quickly ducks behind the curtain. The crowd starts to murmur, people complaining and groaning, wanting them to get on with the show. 

Your heart lurches, leaning forward till you almost fall out of your seat. The ringmaster gestures to the back of the curtains, he waits....and waits.....and waits, but nothing happens. He fully turns, clearing his throat. 

“Tiger!” A different handler, sweating and crying comes bursting out of the curtains, he screams swinging his arms around. “The tigers are loose! Get out of here!” The first handler comes out and grabs him, pushing him back under the curtain, turning to address the crowd. 

“Wait! We have the situation under cont-”

But the crowd was already up, screaming and yelling and pushing past each other to get away. Feeling your heart sink, you stand, getting pushed around like you’re not even there. 

Out of the corner of your eye you see a back exit with no people. Pushing your way through, you exit the curtain and step over a cold metal fence. Stuffing your hands in your pockets you look around. 

On the other side of the tent you hear the screaming and crying of the families. You sigh, on your right you see another booth which presumably goes to the center of the carnival, to your left is the back of stalls and tents filled with storage stuff. 

You should go right. But your feet don’t move, you know you should, it’s not safe with the tigers loose and yet you feel calm, as if nothing is wrong or out of place. 

You look to the left again, and without thinking twice you head in between the tents. The crowd has gotten quiet, you assume they’re all back to their cars and calling authorities. 

Your feet take off, slipping past boxes and containers filled with balloons and bottles, jumping over tent strings. The wind whipping past your face, making your eyes water. You’ve been running for at least ten minutes, you must be okay to stop running, at least for a little bit. 

A loud growl sends a cold shiver down your spine. Right, the tigers are loose. 

Your body goes cold, body moving before you can think.

You turn to the left, smashing face first into something. You groan, eyes scrunching closed, hand coming up to touch your nose. 

“What the hell-” You start, opening your eyes and feeling your stomach drop. Standing on it’s hind legs is a giant tiger, he’s panting heavily like you are, eyes wide in panic. 

He’s wearing a skintight black leotard, it’s a deep v-neck showing off his broad chest and abdomen, his thick arms and legs covered in thick black stripes. 

Your eyes meet, his are yellow, big round pupils staring deep into your own, a sense of familiarity in them. You know them: you’ve seen those eyes before. 

“I know you,” Is all you can blurt out. It’s him, from all those years ago, that little tiger that did cartwheels on the balance beam and made eye contact with you in the crowd. 

You can see it in his eyes, he knows it to. You’re not sure how you know this, but you’re sure. It’s him. 

He winces, gripping his forearm, hunching over in pain. You step back, feeling your heart pounding against your chest, your knees trembling. He looks over his shoulder, then back to you, he licks his lips, opening and closing his mouth, unsure of what to say. 

His ears perk up, you start to hear the rattling of chains and loud voices screaming about 30 feet away. The handlers are getting closer. His eyes soften, shoulders slumping, still holding his forearm, tears spilling down past his orange and white cheeks. 

“I’m sorry,” He says, rushing past you, disappearing in between the many tents. He moves so fluidly, not making a sound as he vanishes without a trace. 

“Wait-” You cry out in pain, a sharp burning sensation striking your forearm. Practically ripping your sleeve, you expose your inner forearm to the cold autumn air. 

Your birthmark is glowing bright red, its burning: you heart leaps. The burning dies down and the words are now deep black, imprinted onto your skin like a tattoo. 

You glance back over your shoulder to where he ran off between the tents. Tears blurred your eyes, unsure on how to feel. 

You’d just met your soulmate. 

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tags: @flufftober @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83

[geckosoddysee]

TOEJAM & EARL - FUNKSMAS ACROSS THE MULTIVERSE DAY 19.

ToeJam & Earl are in a rush so they didn't have time to personally visit everyone for a while. But they still left a big present for a certain down under hero.

[nuagederose]

art nouveau-tober 2022 // day twenty-two: tiger eye

i 🖤 tiger eye (a little too much if you ask me 😅) “northlander” 🌟

ig: badmotorartist

[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.

[straycatj]

こふく：通称こふ、こふちゃん、稀にこふたん、こふたろう、こふくさん、別名脅威の黒猫

2022年7月、約２ヶ月半で保護施設から引き取られた。脱肛しており長くないかもと言われていたが、無事改善しすくすく育つ。

Ｊさんに日々挑みかかる強気な幼少期を送るも実は怖がりで、たまのお客さんはおろかじいちゃんにすら挨拶したことがない内弁慶。

だっこを嫌い、呼べば逃げ、最近は何を考えているか分からない顔で床に落ちており、家主ですら意思疎通は困難。しかし朝家主が目覚めると枕シェアによる寄り添いサービスを行っており、一定の愛情はあるもよう。

米をこよなく愛し、炊きたてご飯や準備中の餅米をむしゃむしゃと食べる。また物理的に我が道を行くため多くの物を壊し、実はかなり家主に散財させている。

Kofuku: known as Kofu, Kofu-chan, rarely Kofutan, Kofutaro,or Kofuku-san, and the alias is the black menace

He was adopted from the animal shelter when he was around 2months and a half. Although it was said he might not live so long because he had the anal prolapse, now he has no problems and has gotten so big.

He had a violent childhood attacking Mr.J every day, but his nature is only a home tiger so he can't greet with not only her guests but grandpa yet.

He hates being hugged, runs away when she calls him, and falls on the floor with the face that doesn't know what he's thinking these days, so it's still impossible for landlady to communicate with him. She can feel his affection only by his staying beside service with sharing her pillow when she wakes up.

He loves rice SO much and eats cooked rice or prepared mochi rice. And he always goes his way physically,then broke a lot of things at home so he let her spend quite an extra money...

[2ndblackswordsman]

The Witness Chronicles

The best thing I'll remember is from this year of March 17 was being a lucky hero from a drunk woman you can see below you that was harassing and assaulting two women in a bus. This woman's name was Ravaness A. Serrano. I reacted without thinking when she was about to assault the two women again after she took her last glass bottle on the G1's Sumner Ave at the X. Everyone in that bus seeing that scene, wished they would go to the different bus or get her off it. A bus driver named Mr. Espada tried to let her rest so he could bring her to the hospital as plan B when Plan A didn't work in two options to either put a cap on that bottle or stay out of the bus. She chose option 3 by drinking it all and tossing the bottle to shattered pieces.

When she was about to assault the two women again, I reacted without thinking and detained her down to a seat. I told everyone to head to the back of the bus until help comes when the bus stopped a short ride near Forest Park Middle School. I held her like a seat beat. She struggled, she used her nails to pinch my fingers to let go, and lifted her legs to make me feel her heavy weight due to her drinking too much alcohol which is a natural drinking fact. When the police came just in time when she was using her left lower arm choking me in the neck, they sent her away. I even told them, whatever her cause was before drinking alcohol can't be press charges until she explains what got her like that. But when she did assault the police they cuffed her after trying to send her to the hospital. And that's when one of the victimized women called me a hero for the first time. This is March 17 and the year of the tiger before my 24th birthday on the next ten days after St. Patrick's day. My Chinese Zodiac year of the tiger with its personality is being brave and fearless. This is the best year of the tiger moment I'll never forget. I am a lucky hero.

Hy Van Ramalphadan Phuyen, The 23 year old Hero of Springfield Mass 2022.

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[31 Days Of Horror '22] Mini Reviews: Killer Party (1986) and The Mad Genius (1931)

[31 Days Of Horror '22] Mini Reviews: Killer Party (1986) and The Mad Genius (1931) #31DaysOfHorror #31DaysOfHalloween #Horror #HorrorMovies #Reviews

Mini Review Day 03: ‘Catch Up’ Killer Party (1986) My love for 80’s horror has always been strong, when I find a title I haven’t seen before, generally I am keen to check it out. Killer Party (1986) was on my 31 Days Of Horror watch list last year but with burn out I didn’t get to it and I put it on this year’s list early as that poster really sold me on it. The film certainly feels like an 80’s…

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BLOOD & STEEL & LONGING

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