Disney Characters get into the Holiday Spirt in your favorite Christmas Movies!
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Beast tries on the pink nightmare from A Christmas Story. Alice is skeptical about meet a very suspicious Santa in Miracle on 34th Street. Ariel excitedly explores a new world as Elf. The Inside Out emotions have a Charlie Brown Christmas. Joy is thrilled with the tree, disgust is less than thrilled and Sadness won a participation award for her decorations! Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs in White Christmas. The Monsters Inc. duo are stealing Christmas when confronted by “Cindy Loo-Boo” in The Grinch. Tiana and Naveen recreate Love Actually. Except something tells me things will work out better for these two. Toy Story characters, Woody and Buzz, emulate A Christmas Carol as glow-in-the-dark Buzz greets Woods in Barrel Of Monkeys chains, Rapunzel is the ultimate Home Alone Disney character as the thugs try to break in. Luckily she has plenty of paint cans for protection. Peter Pan welcome Wendy John and Michael aboard The Polar Express. The Frozen gang are giving Sven a magical Rudolph nose! The Big Hero 6 team recreate Frosty the Snowman with Baymax.
Sherlock is only wearing his swimming trunks, while he crouches in the dried up grass and carefully takes a little brown frog in his hand.
Redbeard sits beside him, panting loudly.
Sherlock curiously holds the hand with the frog in it before his face. He laughs, when the frog walks a bit on his hand and it feels lightly slimy. He looks at Redbeard. “Come on Redbeard, we must bring him to the pond! This is no grass frog, it’s a sea frog. He can’t stay in this heat.”
Sherlock carefully closes his hand around the little frog and runs to the nearby pond. Redbeard follows him with a happy bark.
The pond has lost water because of the heat, but it’s still big and deep.
Sherlock slowly walks a bit into the water. Until it reaches his knees. It’s wonderfully cool and he giggles when Redbeard runs wildly into the pond and spatters him with water.
Sherlock puts the frog in the water, and watches how it swims away quickly. “Bye, froggy,” he murmurs and smiles. And then he hears it. Voices. Coming nearer. He frowns and swallows, when he sees a group of young boys walking to the pond. Their attention is on a gameboy one of them holds in his hands. They are laughing and shoving each other around.
Sherlock knows them. They are two classes above him and they aren’t very fond of him. Sometimes, they steal his lunch or his books from the library. And when the mood strikes them, they shove Sherlock around between them for a while.
Sherlock hopes they aren’t going to notice him.
Suddenly, Redbeard barks loudly, but friendlily and the boys look up.
The one at the front, big for his age and with tangled, sweaty, blond hair, Tom White, sees Sherlock and smiles spitefully. “Look what we have here,” he says loudly, and the other boys look up from the gameboy. “The little freak is in the water. What are you doing in there, weirdo? Are you looking for your relatives?” The other boys laugh, altough Sherlock doesn’t find the statement very funny or smart.
“Leave me alone,” Sherlock says and points at Redbeard. “I have my dog with me!”
A few of the boys swallow nervously when they see the big Irish Setter in the water, but Tom just laughs amused. “Your dog is like a big sheep, weirdo. Look. Come here, doggie, come here!” He whistles and Redbeard points his ears. In the next moment he jumps out of the water with his tale wagging. He runs to the boys and they laugh loudly.
Sherlock feels a lump in his throat. It’s true, Redbeard isn’t a very good dog for protection. He hopes that the boys won’t have enough energy to deal with him further. But he hopes in vain.
Tom pats Redbeard between his earth and grins snidely. “Yeah, look at your dumb dog. I bet he would lick my hand even if I slapped him!”
Sherlock feels anger rising up in him. He balls his hands to fists. “Leave my dog alone,” he says. “Or I … I’ll tell your mother about the stealing!”
Tom looks at him sharply, and his look darkens. “What do you mean, weirdo?”
“I know that you steal money from her. For your cigarettes and …”
He doesn’t get any further. Suddenly Tom walks to him very quickly, with his hands balled into fists. Sherlock moves back, suddenly he’s scared. He moves back until the water is nearly up to his belly button.
“You aren’t going to tell her anything, freak!” Tom yells at him and grabs him by the shoulders. “Or I’m going to be very unpleasent!”
The other boys come nearer too, they grin. “Teach him a lesson, Tom!” One of them says and laughs.
“Yeah, I should do that,” Tom says and grins. “Hold his dog,” he advises the boys, and then he grabs a handful of Sherlock’s curls. Before Sherlock can do or say anything, Tom shoves his head under water violently.
Cold. It’s so cold. And dark. Sherlock can’t see anything. He can hear a loud swoosh and laughing somewhere in the distance. He holds his breath, and feels how fear rises up in him. He struggles against the hands which hold him down, but he’s not strong enough. He starts to feel uncomfortable, a pain begins in his chest. And then, he panics. His lungs begin to burn, as his body begins to scream for air in earnest. He can’t … He needs to breathe, he needs to breathe, he needs to … Sherlock feels like his lungs would burst the next second, he screams under water, he …
And then he is pulled up.
Suddenly, there’s air around him again. He gasps for breath, and everything is burning inside him. Everything …
He is dragged onto the grass and falls into it. Hyperventialting.
Faint voices are around him, Redbeard is barking.
“Uhm, don’t you think you have overdone it a bit Tom?” “Oh shut up, the little weirdo deserves it, Sam!” “Yeah, but …” “Shut up, I said! Let’s go.”
Suddenly, Tom’s shadow is above Sherlock, and the older boy whispers into his ear: “You are not going to tell this to anyone, you understand? If you tell anyone about this, I’m going to kill your stupid dog. My father buys rat poison every month, I could just give your dog a nice sausage with the poison in it …”
“No,” Sherlock gasps breathlessly. Tears flow over his face. “No …”
“Do what I say. I’m warning you, weirdo.” And then Tom is gone. They’re all gone.
Sherlock lays in the grass and gasps for breath. Crying, trembling, still full of panic.
Redbeard suddenly licks his face and whines quietly.
Sherlock stares at the blue, cloudless sky above him and cries.
Since then, he could never go into the water again.
Aquaphobia, is the term for it, he learns when he tries to find out why he suddenly can’t bear being in deep water. Caused by a traumatic experience.
And from now on Sherlock stays out of the swimming pool. Out of ponds and rivers.
Because every time he thinks about going into the water, he remembers. Remembers the panic, the cold and the dark. His struggle. The pain in his lungs. The feel of dying in darkness.
And he can’t. He simply can’t.
John is in the well, and it fills with water quickly.
John is in the well full of rising water, Sherlock stands above and nearly hyperventilates.
“John,” he stutters, “Oh God, John.”
“Sherlock!” John calls out of the well, the water has already reached his shoulders. “Sherlock, is someone coming?!”
“Yes,” Sherlock says and swallows. “Yes, yes … I called for help and … “
“Okay, all right,” John says, and obviously tries to stay calm. “Everything is going to be all right, Sherlock.”
This makes Sherlock flinch, and he shakes his head in disbelief. “How can you say that? You are the one in the well!”
“Yeah,” John says and laughs warily. “I’m the one in the well. Oh Fuck, it’s so fucking cold. I can’t feel my legs!”
Cold … So cold …
Sherlock closes his eyes. Memories climb up in him, grab for him … NO! He shouts at himself. Not now, John needs help, my help, John …
“Help will be here soon, John,” he says, and hopes he’s right.
The water is now at John’s neck, and Sherlock can see how John stretches his body, to stay on the surface.
Oh God …
“Sherlock,” John coughs, “If this … If this isn’t going to end well, I want you to know something!”
“Shut up, John,” Sherlock says, and feels how he is slowly getting desperate. There are still no sirens to hear in the distance … “Everything will be all right!”
“I hope so, I really hope so, but …” And then, John’s mouth is suddenly full of water and he coughs violently.
“JOHN!” Sherlock screams, and he sees, how the water still rises, how John’s struggle weakens …
I need to do something! I need to … Jump into the water. Hold John over water.
Sherlock stares into the dark water. Dark. Cold. Memories … His lungs burning. The feeling of drowning … Pain.
Then he looks at John, who gasps for air desperately.
Into the water …
There are no boys who are going to push you under. There’s just John. John who is drowning. John, who needs your help.
And just when he can hear the faint sound of a siren, Sherlock jumps into the well.
Then the water surrounds him and it’s so cold, that he gasps out of shock.
He pushes the feel of panic, the urge to get out, aside and moves to John, who seems to be close to passing out. He grabs John under his arms and lifts him, as high as the chains let him. Then, he paddles on the spot and holds John’s face above water.
John opens his eyes and looks at him weakly.
“You idiot,” he mumbles and smiles faintly. “What are you doing here? Do you want to drown with me?”
“No one of us is going to drown,” Sherlock says grimly. “Help is coming and everything is going to be all right, John.”
“Sherlock,” John whispers and sighs. Then he really passes out. Sherlock can feel how his body goes slack in his grip. He swallows when he noticeshow the water rises again. How long, until …
And then, a bright light suddenly shines into his eyes from above.
“Sherlock!” Lestrade’s voice. Worried. “Sherlock, John, can you hear me?”
“Here!” Sherlock yells. “Get us out of this bloody well already!”
And then, someone comes to them with a rope and pliers.
While Sherlock still holds John’s limp body in his arms, they cut the chains, and finally, they are pulled out of the cold water.
Later, when they sit on a stretcher together, side by side, wrapped in blankets, Sherlock says quietly to John, “Did you know, that I have suffered from a case of aquaphobia since I was a child?” “No, no I didn’t. Oh wow, Sherlock …” “Yeah. Thanks for curing it, Doctor.”
Listen. I get it. The sound that this precious little desert rain frog makes in this video is indeed one of the most grin-inducing noises I’ve ever heard.
I understand the appeal. I really do. But you probably don’t even need me to tell you that, for the most part, animals don’t make noises for our entertainment. Right in the description of the video, the guy who filmed this refers to what you’re hearing as a “defensive cry.” Nothing cries out in defense when it’s content. That this frog is repeatedly calling for help means someone is most likely prodding it in some way. That would explain why the camera starts moving once the frog stops making noises. Something has to be done to make it start squeaking again, and sticking a camera in its face did the trick the first time.
I’m gonna do a post on my pets, so you guys know who it is that I’m blabbering on about all the time.
This is Yuna, back when we first got her. We rescued her from a really bad situation at a relative’s place. The house she was at had at least twenty un-neutered cats, and she was stuck on the porch where the people dumped all of their trash. Yuna was dehydrated when we found her, and had one of the worst flea infestations that I’ve ever seen, along with roundworms, tapeworms, and a respiratory infection. With a little TLC, she grew up big and strong. She’s five years old, and named after the Final Fantasy X character.
This is Piper. We got her at an animal shelter after one of our cats died. She’d obviously been abused in some way, and she’s still a little wary of humans. She’s four years old, and named after Piper from Charmed.
This is Will, my pastel ball python. Will is the dirtiest pastel in the world, but I got him to be a companion, not a breeder. He is the sweetest, most docile animal in the world, as long as he’s not hungry. Then, he’ll target anything that’s warm. If you want a snake that will sit on your shoulders while you do chores or watch TV, this is your guy. Everyone who has met Will loves him, even former ophidiophobes. He’s about two years old, and got his name because he’s one of the most stubborn creatures in the world. Will came with snake mites, and was an absolute angel during his treatment.
This is Bellatrix. I like to say that a black widow is about the best low maintenance pet you can get. You give her a plastic critter keeper, a couple of decorations to anchor her web to, a cricket a week, and you have a happy spider. Of course, I can’t really handle her or interact with her, but being able to observe her going about her nightly business is more than enough for me. Bella is about two years old, and was named after Bellatrix Lestrange from Harry Potter.
This is Elvira, the bearded dragon. She is quite the little troublemaker, and tries to eat anything that isn’t nailed down. She tries to eat carpet, electrical cords, hair, wicker, the vacuum cleaner hose, etc. I love her to death, but seriously, you can’t even blink when this animal is out. Ellie came with pinworms, giardia, and a respiratory infection. She’s a little over a year old, and got her name because she gyrates her hips a lot when she does the glass dance.
This is Missy Brown, the brown widow spider. A friend of mine gave her to me to use her tank for a tarantula. Missy Brown spends all of her time in a toilet paper roll, and hasn’t webbed anywhere else in her cage. This means that when I drop a cricket in her cage, it has to wander into this toilet paper roll all by itself. If it would just stay out of the damn roll, it would live. Nope, they always end up in the roll overnight. Missy is also quite fond of popping out eggsacks that I have to dispose of. She’s about a year old, and I seriously just ran out of names with her.
This is Lulu, the western hognose snake. We got her about two weeks ago at a show. I haven’t handled her much yet, but from what I can tell, she’s very well behaved and extremely curious about everything around her. She’s named after Lulu from Final Fantasy X
Now for the two critters I’m keeping for my buddy until he can find a place that allows herps:
This is Kingsley, the chocolate California kingsnake. My friend and I were in a pet store when we saw him. We talked about what all he would need to do in order to care for him, and he really did his part on the research. We walked back in the store and asked to hold him. The worker took him out and held him at arm’s length, and said “You might want to be careful, he’s pretty aggressive. We naturally thought he meant aggressive for a cal king. Nope, he just meant aggressive by any standard. He’s tamed down, but he was a biter at first. Kingsley’s great joys in life are escaping and shitting on people. He’s about a year old, and was named because my friend has a thing for punny names.
This is Paku, our ornate horned frog, or pacman frog. He’s actually the most docile pacman that I’ve ever met, but he’s still pretty cranky. It’s very difficult to resist picking on him, because his reaction is so damn funny, but we don’t do it too often. He’s named after the "paku paku” sound that Pac-man makes
At the Stickyfrogs’ house there are currently:
4 White’s Tree Frogs
2 Southern Brown Tree Frogs
1 Spotted Marsh Frog
1 Southern Leaf Green Tree Frog
1 Adult Pobblebonk Frog
1 Teenager Pobblebonk Frog
1 Baby Pobblebonk Frog
(& 2 Pobblebonk Frog tadpoles!)