Skaggs highlighted for GGAC Final Fridays
GRAYSON, Ky. — The Grayson Gallery & Art Center (GGAC) will be presenting the works

well ain’t i som’m? i made the paper! 

“My work (in both visual art and literature) reflects deep roots in the hills and hollers of Appalachia. I was raised on a tobacco farm in the backwoods of Elliott County, one of Eastern Kentucky’s poorest communities,” Skaggs said. “My upbringing continues to shape my creative endeavors. I have often referred to my artwork as “hillbilly pop” and I write stubborn stories; hardheaded tales of rebellion and redemption, of tragedy and triumph, of poachers and preachers and ever’thing in between.’

Skaggs artistry is the true expression of Appalachian, as opposed to exploitative ideas of the culture.”

ngl a big part of the reason i adore percy and vex’s friendship is that it’s very much two very broken people trying to help each other

like they aren’t trying to fix each other (i doubt percy could ever truly be “fixed” after everything he went through and i think everybody knows that including him, while vex herself has been through some traumatic things with her own father and her abduction by poachers that she refuses to confront) but they’re both actively reaching out to one another and trying to make things easier? i think people who’ve experienced trauma can gravitate towards one another just because of their similarities and their ability to relate to one another (which lbh is probably part of why vox machina meshed together so well when they were such different people), which sort of feels like part of why they’re so drawn to one another.

like, vex and percy aren’t stupid. they both know how fucked up they both are, but neither of them are looking to slap a bandaid over each other’s wounds and call it fixed because they both know it isn’t that easy? percy doesn’t trust himself. vex is filled with guilt. both are filled with deep-seeded self-loathing. that’s not something that’s going to change overnight or with a couple kind words from a loved one and they know it, but that doesn’t mean they can’t try to ease the burden of each other’s trauma?

vex stays close to him in whitestone, makes sure to ground him when he starts losing himself (be it by grabbing his hand and asking him to take his mask off or by yelling his full name in all it’s ridiculous glory), and doesn’t let him forget about the good things he does (like he so wants to) by making sure to thank him multiple times. percy listens to her breakdown over syngorn, reassures her without dismissing her fears, and offers a solution to help her feel even just a little bit better (and he hopes that his gift will eventually help her realize that what she’s trying to fill up the emptiness with–gold, power–won’t work, putting her in a happier place in the long run if she comes to that same conclusion).

vex asking percy to stay at her side, and him following through to the point where she couldn’t even remember anybody but her twin brother doing so much for her, was really wonderful for me because that’s… very much their relationship in a nutshell? standing at each other’s side when needed and holding out a hand to give comfort or maybe even help the other find their own way to something better.

( @fruitbird15 : I wrote a mer jamie fic bc Im AU trash)

The obnoxious wail of his alarm clock wrenched Mako from his warm slumber. He glared out the window and his scowl deepened at the pouring rain. 5 30 was never a pleasant time as it was, and in the rain it was even more miserable.

No other options, though. He couldn’t be seen.

The poacher sighed and hauled his bulk out of bed, trudging through his morning routine to a litany of swears.

His kettle died.

He sighed. One of those mornings, it seemed.

Giving up on tea, he tossed his kit on his moterbike and roared down to the peir, head low against the rain. There had to be something in his nets to make up for his shit morning.

Carefully walking down the slippery planks, he grabbed hold of the nets he’d hidden and tugged.

His eyes widened.

There was something huge in there.

With a ripple of powerful arms he hauled his prize to the surface and damn near dropped the thing before his stunned mind could kick into gear and drag it onto the peir.

A Mer.

His head spun. They were extinct, weren’t they? Wiped out by their high sensitivity to pollution, they just hadn’t been able to cope!

And yet here was living proof they were wrong. At least he hoped it was living. The creature was still and pale, eyes closed tight. He swore as he saw the cause. In its panic and struggle, the net had wound itself around its throat, cutting off the flow of water to the gills. Praying he wasn’t too late, Mako drew his knife and started slashing at the clinging fibres.

He took the chance to get a good look at his catch as he did so. Once it must have been a magnificent specimen, flowing fins and stripes near identical to the lionfish he’d seen at an aquarium once as a kid. Now the scales were patchy and ill looking, clearly so for a while. One of the hind fins in particular was competely gone, which must have caused the thing to list like hell in the water. There was a 6 pack ring on its tail, which he swiftly cut off. The human section had fared no better, covered in scars and sores. The right hand was missing, replaced with a frankly ingenious setup of large hooks and coral. It’s face looked normal enough till you saw the wildness in its pinched features, the glimmer of fangs in its mouth. Combined with the patchy blonde hair and the thing looked damn near feral.

The last web of netting came loose and he sat back, hoping against hope it wasn’t yet dead.


Mako sighed, guilt rising up from the depths of his battered soul. How could he have predicted this? A deep sea creature hunting around greasy docks? Now what could be the last of a species was dead, thanks to him. There was a price on the black market for stuffed Mer, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that. Not this sad, lonely thing. He’d take it home, bury it proper where no fossickers would find it-


Mako went stiff as the creature gagged softly, fins slapping on the dock. Gills flared, catching the rain drops desperately.

“Easy now, easy…”

He bent to pick it up and hold its head under the water, and it screetched at his touch, lunging up and sinking fangs into his hand. He was no stranger to fish bites and clung on tight.

“Hey! I’m trying to help, you ungrateful brat! Stay still!”

“Make me, landmonkey!” it wheezed.

That almost did what the bite hadn’t as Mako stared. He hadn’t known they could talk!

“Was that…you?”

“Who’d…y'think…it was…hkkkk…Y'fuckin’…arsehole…?”

He shook his head and resumed scowling at it, his hand stinging.

“I’m going to put you back in the water, promise not to bite when I let go?”


He shook it.

“Promise?” There was a warning growl in his voice and the merman stopped its frantic flapping. It fixed him with a glowing yellow gaze, clearly weighing up its options.


It came even more alive as he lowered it carefully off the dock, fins flaring in the water. Gingerly he loosed his grip.

It didn’t bite.

Or leave.

It turned back to him with a curious expression.

“So what gives, mate?” Soothed by the water, the rasp in its voice was gone. “You landmonkeys are monsters, why ain’t I fishbait?”

“Not fair on you. You didn’t ask to be caught, and the net wasn’t for you.”

“Oh. Was this what you were after?” It pulled a fish from the leather bag at its side. “It was in the net with me.”

“Yes. Can I have that back?”

“Nah.” It bit the fishes head off with every sign of enjoyment. “Mine now.”

“Cheeky fucker. Long way from home aren’t you? Don’t see lionfish around these parts.”

“Nah, mate. Land of Sharks and Stingfish. What do you monkeys call it…Australia? I found a thing out in one of the old sunken ships and my school forced me out. Said “Human secrets bring human hunters” I’m bad luck, mate.” For a moment it looked downcast before grinning again. “So I taught meself how to speak human by listening to those weird monkeys what float of long planks of wood and set off out here! Good pickings and I swear the fish taste better. Speaking of, thanks for breakfast.”

“No problem…” Mako grumbled, watching his days catch go down the mermans filthy gob. “Thought Mers were extinct.”

“Looking in the wrong places, mate. Yeah, most of us died after you bastards poisoned the water, but those who didn’t hid in the very place you’d never look. All those oil tankers, prime real estate if you know how to breathe bad water. Even found one off the coast here a little way back. Just like home!”

So that explained the poor creatures sorry state. Mako didn’t often feel sorrow or pity, but he felt it now, imagining those beautiful creatures forced to the margins, living in poison and dying slowly by inches as the world above them ground on. He found he didn’t mind this one taking his fish. Humans had taken enough from them.

There was the roar of an engine behind him, and the Mer vanished underwater. If he squinted hard he could see an orange blur lurking behind a rock. He recognized the old red ute pulling up. Bad news. He always thought One eyes Boris did his rounds on thursdays.

“Mako! Good to see you, you fat bastard! Any luck!” The one eyed poacher smiled widely, like a shark.

Mako scowled at the man as he quickly rose to his feet.

“None, what’s it to you?”

“Just askin’. Listen, can I ask a favour?”

“I expect you will anyway.”

“Hah! Listen, I’ll be blunt. How would you like 6000 dollars?”

He raised his eyebrows. That was a LOT of money by his standards. Enough to fix his bikes engine and more besides…

“What for?”

“There’s rumours of a Mer poking around the dock. Robbed nets and empty crab pots, one or two sightings. I’ve got a buyer who wants a stuffed one for his office, seen any signs of it?”

Mako kept his face blank. Six thousand dollars…that was more then he’d ever gotten off a score before…but he couldn’t stop his mind turning back to the lost expression on the Mers face when it spoke about being turned out of its rotting home, the wildness on its face…

“Ain’t seen anything like that.”

“Well call me if you do, Mako! Good luck with the fish!”

With a rattle and a bang, the ute drove away.

“Crikey…I thought I was a goner there…” The Mer had pulled itself up halfway onto the dock, watching the ute in the distance. “That was mighty decent of you not narking on me. Guess you land monkeys ain’t so bad after all.” It smiled up at him with a mouth full of fangs.

“Heh, glad to hear it. Call me Mako.” He held a hand out to the Mer, who looked at it blankly. Mako chuckled and pulled it back. Clearly that wasn’t part of Mer culture.

“Th’ names-” It hacked out something unintelligable. Mako gave it a few tries before giving up and deciding it sounded vaguely like “Jamie.” The Mer didn’t seem to mind.

“Hey listen, I got a proposition for ya. You seem an honest bloke, but theres a lot of you monkeys who aren’t. Keep me safe from hunters, and I’ll share half the treasure I find. And I am very good and finding it.” It sniggered. “Got a real knackeroony for it.”

“Don’t know if I’m willing to be paid in seashells or whatever this “treasure” is.” Mako muttered, grinning down at the cheeky little scamp.

“Does this change your mind?” Jamie grinned back and slapped a handful of gold doubloons onto the dock. Mako stared. He knew a museum curator who would pay top dollar for real antiques. That was eight hundred dollars right there!

“It’s a deal.” He said quickly. Jamie whopped and dropped back into the water. “Knew I could count on you, mate! Gotta bounce, suns rising and theres gonna be more monkeys around. Remember, keep me safe, I keep you rich, big guy!”

The spray from its tail drenched him as Jamie vanished below the waves. He watched till the orange blur was out of sight before looked down at the pile of doubloons.

The day was looking up.

Warrior and Machine are two bloodhounds committed to a special job. These ranger dogs and their handlers keep elephants and communities in Kenya safe. With more than 25,000 elephants being killed each year for their ivory, we need more ranger dogs patrolling against poachers. Visit nature.org/RangerDogs to learn about these furry heros—photo by Ami Vitale @amivitale.
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Fandom constitutes a base for consumer activism. Fans are viewers who speak back to the networks and the producers, who assert their right to make judgments and to express opinions about the development of favorite programs. Fans know how to organize to lobby on behalf of endangered series, be they Twin Peaks fans exploiting the computer networks to rally support for a show on the verge of cancelation or Beauty and the Beast [1987-1990] fans directing anger against a producer who violated their basic assumptions about the program. Fandom originates, at least in part, as a response to the relative powerlessness of the consumer in relation to powerful institutions of cultural production and circulation. Critics claim that fans are little more than an extension of the market logic of commercial broadcasting, a commodity audience created and courted by the culture industries (Tulloch and Jenkins, forthcoming). Such a position is false to the reality fans experience when they come into contact with systems of cultural production: media corporations do indeed market to fans, target them for program merchandizing, create official fan organizations that work to regularize audience responses, and send speakers to conventions to promote new works or to squash unwanted speculations. Yet network executives and producers are often indifferent, if not overtly hostile, to fan opinion and distrustful of their input into the production process. Fan response is assumed to be unrepresentative of general public sentiment and therefore unreliable as a basis for decisions. The media conglomerates do not want fans who make demands, second-guess creative decisions and assert opinions; they want regular viewers who accept what they are given and buy what they are sold. Official fan organizations generate and maintain the interests of regular viewers and translate them into a broader range of consumer purchases; i.e., spinoff products, soundtracks, novelizations, sequels, etc. Fandom (i.e., the unofficial fan community) provides a base from which fans may speak about their cultural preferences and assert their desires for alternative developments.
—  Henry Jenkins in Textual Poachers: Television Fans & Participatory Culture. 1992: 284-285.

I’M GETTING LOTS OF BIRD PROCESSING QUESTIONS RIGHT NOW SO TIME AGAIN FOR THIS POST - MIGRATORY BIRD TREATY ACT INFO: There always seems to be a few people that want to argue with me that laws like this are stupid. As long as humans dominate this planet there has to be laws that protect the other living things sharing the planet with us. Dead or alive, is irrelevant. If the way to opt-out of these laws were to say “I found it dead.” What would be keeping poachers from doing the same? Nothing.

Bone/Taxidermy Collectors & Artists Please Be Aware: #migratorybirdtreatyact
The Migratory Bird Treaty Act - At the time the MBTA was created in 1918, birds were being quickly killed off and some are now extinct.
Because of hunters, those using their feathers in their clothing/hats, & from people collecting mass quantities of birds/eggs/nests for their natural history collections.

Most birds protected by the MBTA are very common every day birds many of us sees outside here in the US. They are not often endangered. That’s a misconception about the MBTA that many don’t understand. But at the time it was created when those same species were in critical decline nearing extinction. With taxidermy & natural history collecting and such being a huge trend again I’m glad the MBTA is still in effect. Otherwise it could all easily happen all over again. In summary - if you find a dead bird find out exactly what species it is and see if it is MBTA protected.

For Protected Species: You can not legally have the bones, feathers, talon or any other part of the body without special permits that the general public can not get. You also can not have the nest or eggs. Over 800 species of birds are protected.
You can be fined and do jail time for having these illegal items. If you make jewelry/art from them and sell them there is an even higher fine. I see so much illegal bird jewelry being sold on Etsy alone. Be careful. Even if you did not make it you can still get in trouble just for having it! I know people who have had federal agents come to their homes to inspect/confiscate their collections so this is very real. Stay safe with your collections and creations!

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Could this large primate be proof that it is not impossible for a large ape to be roaming around North America?

In 1996, a Swiss photographer by the name of Karl Ammann was on location in the Democratic Republic of Congo looking to photograph gorillas when he came across an unusual skull. The skull looked like that of a chimpanzee, but what was odd is that it had the brow ridge of a gorilla. After the discovery of the skull, Ammann began to seek out more information on the mystery ape that the skull originated from. After searching and asking around, Ammann was able to purchase a photograph taken by a poachers game camera in the Bili Forest. Within the image was what appeared to be an extremely large chimpanzee. Photographic evidence that something of great intrigue was living within the forest led Ammann to look for more evidence. Eventually, evidence of footprints larger than a gorillas and droppings almost three times larger than a normal chimpanzee were discovered. Karl Ammann soon had to leave the DRC and would show his findings to ape researchers.

Four years later in 2000, researchers returned to the Bili Forest where they discovered ground nests in swampy river beds. It is well known that gorillas make ground nests, but there were no known gorillas in Bili Forest. The area is richly diverse in what animals call it home and many large species of African fauna can be found within. These animals include elephants, lions, hyenas, leopards, giant hogs, baboons, and buffalo. But there are no gorillas in this forest. So what mystery ape left these tracks? These beds? These droppings? This skull? In 2003, great apes researchers would finally find out.

Shelly Williams PhD (in primate behavior) was in the Bili Forest with other researchers listening to the sounds of what resembled chimpanzees in the trees when suddenly, four giant apes came charging out the forest straight at her as if to attack. The group of large apes were almost completely silent and were not see by any of the researchers before the charge. Miss Williams braced for an attack when suddenly the large primate stopped, stared directly into her eyes, examined her face, and turned around back into the forest and disappeared. The other apes followed. The behaviors showcased by this first encounter are not known to any other type of large ape. This mystery animal showed no fear of humans at all and appeared to recognize this woman as a member on its family tree and decided to leave her alone. After this encounter, Shelly Williams believed that this large ape could be a sub-species of chimpanzee, or a new chimp gorilla hybrid.

..we have a unique, isolated chimp culture that’s unlike any that’s ever been studied.” – Shelly Williams PhD.

In 2006, another successful research expedition wound up documenting over 20hrs of interaction with this new primate which was named the “Bili Ape” or the “Bondo Mystery Ape” and also the “Giant Lion Eating Chimp”. More research studies were carried out in July 2006 and February 2007.

So why is this large ape remarkable? First, it was discovered in a place where it was never scientifically recognized to exist. Second, locals in the area long talked about a giant ape (since the early 1800′s) that stalked the forest, was able to kill and eat a lion, and was immune to their poison darts. But again, western scientists dismissed these claims as untrue because they believed that all known types of apes had already been discovered. But the scientists were wrong and the locals were right. Third, these apes possess traits unlike any other known type of primate.

(A photographed body of a Bili Ape in 1912. Long before being scientifically classified as a new sub-species of ape.)

You might be curious what some of these traits are that set these large apes apart from their common chimpanzee cousins. The first feature that everyone notices is the fact that they are extremely large, about as large a gorilla. They can stand around 5ft 7inches and are built like an athletic human. They have a very flat face and a large brow that slightly hangs over their eyes. Their footprints are longer than both a chimps and a gorillas (around 13inches) and they like to walk upright on two legs. Yes, you read that right, these giant apes like to walk around on their legs, almost like a person (sound like a well known North American cryptid?). Both sexes hair color is know to turn gray very early in life (unlike a gorilla whose fur only turns gray as they get older and only on the males) and some apes have even been seen with a sagittal crest (a ridge of bone running lengthwise down the middle of the skull), much like that of a gorilla. They are seen nesting on the ground (which is extremely uncommon for chimpanzees) and seem to be very curious/unafraid of humans, often walking right up to researchers and studying their faces as if they know them. They are also known to kill large cats (lions, leopards, etc) and eat them.

So what are these mystery apes and where did they come from? Scientists are divided on what they believe this ape is, some think they are the result of inbreeding within the region, others think that they may be the result of breeding between gorillas and chimpanzees which have created a hybrid species. Whatever they are, they have now been officially recognized by science and may be an off shoot of the chimpanzee sub-species, Pan troglodytes schweinfurthii.

How come science never knew about (recognized) their existence until the early 2000′s? The reason it took so long for these apes to be officially recognized by science is because the Bili Forest is full of extremely dense jungles as well as patches of savannah. These jungles are so dense that it makes it almost impossible to see any megafauna while in them. Also, civil war has long ravaged the area which kept many scientists from all over the world out of the forest. This allowed the area to remain free of human contact and stay unchanged by man, the only people to step foot into this forest were the local tribes of the region.

So what does this all mean for the possibility of a large apelike creature walking around in North America? There are forests in North America that are completely void of any human presence at all. There are forests so thick that you cannot see 5ft in front of you. There are parts of the forest that have never been stepped on by man. It is so easy to “get lost” in the forest forever if you never want to be seen again, so why is it hard to believe that a large primate could walk around undetected? These Bili Apes were able to avoid human detection for centuries and they were confined to a forest the size of New York (54,122 sq. mi. Of forest to be exact. To fill Texas, you would have to replicate this forest five times). North America has larger untouched forests in Alaska (663,267 sq. mi.) which could easily hide hundreds of large primates! These Bili Apes were known about by locals and a majority of proof was footprints found in the dirt and mud within the forest (this is beginning to sound familiar). They talked about hearing sounds (whoops, hollering, screams) in the night and all their visual sightings were written off as misidentification or out right untrue stories. All this stuff is almost exactly reminiscent of modern reports and sightings of large primate in North America. People just need to take an honest look at this and realize that it is not as crazy as it seems. Yes, some eye witnesses are nuttier than a box of cracker jack and most people just claim to see these things because they want attention and their 15mins of fame. But then there are the honest ones, the ones who legitimately saw something that they cannot explain. The ones who don’t want to report it because they are afraid they will be ridiculed. They are the ones who try to rationally figure out what they saw. They are the ones who do not tell people about their personal sighting for fame, but instead to help others investigate what caused it. They are the ones who saw something that should not be there, but is.

-The Pine Barrens Institute

tfw you find yourself wanting to write something in that Junkrat/mermaid AU thing because everything you’ve seen so far deeply annoys you (mostly because its been written by people who aren’t Aussie/kiwi and the lack of…idk, typically Aussie surfer/beach/ocean/swimming culture is really jarring? Also there’s so much from Maori culture/legend that could be incorporated with Mako and no one uses it??? And there’s stuff about sirens or selkies and like COOL WHATEVER BUT HAVE YOU NEVER HEARD ABOUT BUNYIPS??? WHY IS MAKO A FISHERMAN? WHO EVEN FISHES ANYMORE HE ISNT EVEN ONE OF THOSE HARDCORE GUYS FROM DEADLIEST CATCH???? OR SOMEONE WHO FERRIES REFUGEES FROM ONE COUNTRY TO ANOTHER FOR MONEY OR MAYBE A POACHER OR FUCK EVEN A SURFER BECAUSE TBH THAT WOULD BE P LEGIT IF YR AUSSIE)

Resources for a transmedia thesis/paper/project - Part 1: Books

Writing a paper for school about transmedia? Maybe these can help. Not everything is 100% about transmedia. A lot of this is new media studies or even a little bit of narrative theory. If you want to know why I have certain books listed, please feel free to ask. 

In no particular order.

Books I use most often:

Books I don’t use as frequently or have not yet finished reading:

People to google for more resources and content:

Henry Jenkins, Jeff Gomez, Andrea Phillips, Robert Pratten, Simon Pont, Nuno Bernardo, Sean Stewart and Elan Lee, Jordan Weisman, Jay Bushman, Steve Peters, Naomi Alderman, Caitlin Burns, Christy Dena, Mike Monello, Adrian Hon, Yomi Ayeni, Sara Thatcher, Evan Jones, J.C. Hutchins, Brian Clark, Simon Wilkinson, Daniel D.W., Michelle Satter, David Gale, and Simon Staffans.

Coming soon: 

  • Part 2: Articles & Blogs
  • Part 3: Projects/Narratives
  • Part 4: Companies

Parts 3 and 4 may get combined depending on how long it ends up being. 

This will be updated and edited as I find/remember more books. I will also gladly accept any recommendations. 

Note: This is primarily for fictional or scripted transmedia stories.


Junkrat as the poisonous Australian Mandarin fish! I have no clue who started the whole Merfolk AU here on tumblr but I’ve always made 100000+ merfolk au’s myself cause my life resolves around mermaids and I’m trash for it. If anybody know who put the AU up on tumblr first let me know yeah?

Don’t remove caption - repost - steal as your own - all that stuff. I won’t tolerate it and I will call you out to have it removed if anybody does. 

As much as I love barracuda Junkrat, hear me out, if Australia hadn’t gone to shit Jamie would be a ridiculously beautiful individual! tall, muscular, blonde and really clever to boost, Junkrat as a mermaid would be the same! if he didn’t live in a garbage infested harbor and covered in seabed mud and trash he would be a colorful and beautiful fish, but because of the beauty that comes on top of being a merman he would be hunted by poachers until his dying day, the safest place for him to live is in a place where everything is dead or mutated enough to survive in the hell zone of a harbor he lives in. 
Junkrat doesn’t live in a garbage harbor because he’s stupid, Junkrat lives in a garbage harbor cause he’s clever! the food there keeps him alive but doesn’t have enough nutrients to keep his colors bright so they dull to an off gray-scaled sad version, the harbor floor is filled with thick murky mud and slick that layers on top of his body so the bright colors disappears and blends in with the seabed, and who in their right mind as illegal poachers would hunt for a merman living in a very populated harbor. who would even think that said merman would be hiding there of all places? 

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birthday: march 23rd

gender: female

relationship status: yikes

favorite subject: forensics and psychology 

first three songs on shuffle: poacher’s pride by nicole dollanganger, happy birthday by the bday massacre, not on drugs by tove lo

siblings: 1 half brother, 1 half sister & 2 step sisters

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favorite color(s): dark red & black

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last thing i googled: youtube

favorite books: it’s kind of a funny story, impulse, girl interrupted

favorite bands: tigers jaw, kmfdm, brand new, wavves, grimes n lots more tbh

favorite tv shows: xfiles and scream

dream job: forensic toxicologist, crime scene cleanup or a forensic pathologist

why i made my blog: idk my dude

lemonade or iced tea: lemonade

cats or dogs: cats

coke or pepsi: neither tbh but pepsi

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text or call: depends on the person

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Full Body Armor Can’t Protect this Armadillo from Humans   

This is Ping, a three-banded armadillo. Ping protects himself with the boney plates that make up his shell. Unlike other armadillo species, this guy can roll himself into a near-perfect sphere when threatened. Native to central South America, these armadillos cannot protect themselves from the threat of human encroachment and illegal poachers. 

(via: Great Big Story)

«“You’re just a kid.”

[Theta’s] voice was quiet, and he wasn’t completely sure if Rose had heard him or not. However, at Rose’s snort, he realised she had.

“You’re a little kid trailing after me, and I’m sick of it. You’re a wolf cub without its mother, blundering about, trying to avoid poacher’s traps as you learn to hunt. You’re ignorant, you’re nothing more than a baby. You’re so small and fragile, and I can’t be worrying about you all the time, Rose.”

“Then don’t.”

[…] “I’m not your minder, Rose.”

“I never said you were.”

“And I won’t apologise for what I said to you, in the galley.”

“I didn’t ask you to.”

“But I don’t want you staying here.”

At that, the angry, stubborn barrier Rose had built around her heart shattered, and her stony expression dropped into one of abject horror.

“W- Why?” she managed, blinking back tears.

“Because!” Theta snapped angrily, spinning round to glare at her. That dark, terrifying look was back in his eyes, appearing so suddenly and clouding his usually brown eyes, like an oncoming storm enveloping the once-blue sky. However, Rose straightened up, determined to stare him down. “Because I constantly have to look out for you, because you couldn’t even fly my hoverboard without skinning your knees, because it’s only a matter of time before you manage to bloody well hang yourself from the stays on the sails! Because I can’t live the life I want with you here!”

There was a long pause, but finally Rose found her voice.

“You can be a right bastard sometimes, you know that?”»

- Stowaways, by @ofstormsandwolves (Chap.6)