I finally watched the Prince of Egypt last night and I saw this scene in context and realised what it actually was.
People thought it was a whale, then they thought it was a Megalodon Shark which made sense to me when I saw the gif except for the fact that they died out millions of years before this story. And then seeing the reaction of the little girl and her Grandma, the kid is terrified but her Gran reassures her like it’s nothing to worry about which is what really helped me figure it out. That kid thought it was a huge Shark too. Well no, it ain’t and Grandma knows what it is, she knows that it’s harmless.
One thing I always noticed was that it’s got the tail of a shark but the head of a whale. Now what has a whale head and a shark tail? A WHALE SHARK. They inhabit the Red Sea and the largest Whale Shark on record was 12.2 metres long but they believe them to grow even bigger, to the size of a bus. Ergo it has to be a Whale Shark.
Hello! Could you do a hoseok mermaid au please? I just really find that concept real cute :)) and and i just wanna say i love your bloggg !
really felt like writing some hoseok,,,,so here you go!!!
is a merman,,,,but his lower part is smooth and not scaley,,,it’s more similar to a shark than to a fish
he has double fins near his hips and some scars around them because he’s always trying to get up close to new coral and new fish that he hasn’t seen before and his friends jin and yoongi always tell him to watch himself,,,,,but hoseok kind of lives for adventure and never listens so,,,
his skin is a golden tan but once you get to the gills near his neck it turns slightly blue like his tail with small speckles running from below his jaw up into his cheekbones
wears shark teeth earrings that taehyung made him
when he smiles it’s like ,,,,,,there’s sunshine underwater????? rumor has it it reflects up into the sky???
but also when he smiles u can see that some of his teeth are super duper sharp compared to a normal mermaids
you actually work at a small seaside cafe during the summers that sits right on the boardwalk to the ocean
and on some mornings the owners trust u with opening up the place but,,,,that’s like super early around 5am,,,,,and some people are out mostly those who jog on the boardwalk and all that
but the beach is practically vacant but one day ur sure u can see the figure of someone sitting in the rocks close to underneath one of the boardwalks bridges
and u think,,,,,for a moment,,,,,that u have to be hallucinating,,,or maybe the person ur seeing spent the night there????
worried u grab some food from the cafe,,,,and head out to see if the person might be hungry in case they’re homeless or something
but as ur climbing over the sharp rocks you accidentally scrape your arm which somehow makes the boy a couple yards away react
(maybe it has something to do with a sharks keen sense of smell,,,esp for blood)
but he turns and for a moment u just freeze because,,,,he’s too far to hear u??? right??? but u wave awkwardly either way,,,wincing when u realize ur hand has started to bleed
but you just clutch your fingers into a fist and try to make ur way over and the boy,,,,,once ur only three feet away,,,,is still looking at your hand
and u notice how handsome he is,,,,but theres some kind of discoloration in his face,,,,and u see something that looks like fins on his neck and ur like wha-
but he reaches out before u can say anything and takes ur hand thats still in a fist, gently prying it open and then?????? bringing it to his lips
and ur like ?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?1? UM but when he pulls back he smiles and u see his teeth and ur like even more confused but he just keeps grinning and goes
“u should wrap the cut with seaweed, it’ll stop ur bleeding” and ur like caught between being at a loss for words because did this stranger lick your wound? why does he have gills? his eyes are such a pretty sparkling brown? what is going on?
and hoseok suddenly splashes his tail which diverts ur attention and ur like OH MY GOD MERMAID
and hoseok bursts into laughter and is like “yep!!! sometimes people say sharkmaid,,,,sharkman,,,,but yeah!! my names hoseok by the way!!”
and he sticks his hand out like it’s the mOST casuaL Thing
but the only words u can blurt out are “people know about you?” and hoseok blinks a bit and laughs again and is like “not really!!!! but i realized u were hurt so i couldnt just slip away into the water.”
his smile settles on his face again and ur still standing there pretty sure ur in bed dreaming rn
when hoseok points at the bag and is like “for me???” and ur like “y-y-yeah but it’s a- a- -t–tuna–tuna- s-sand-sandwhich i-so-sorry-didn’t know-kn -know u wer-e a m-mermaid-shark-sharkmaid-mer—me–merma”
and hoseok seems a little shocked by your shaking voice and he takes the bag anyway and thanks u and asks if u wanna sit beside him he’s going to leave soon since people are going to start coming out but since u already know he’s here ^^
and u do,,,knees basically giving out because ur still looking at him like this- what-
and up close u can see his gills better and the long,,,blue fins near his waist and where his ears should be,,,the shark teeth swaying from them every time he tilts his head to give u a smile
and u dont know what to even ask or say all u can think of is “are u,,,,a prince?? like in little mermaid she’s a princess so-” and this cracks hoseok up again
and he’s like no no im normal,,,,just like you
and you’re like no no no u have a.,,,,,,tail,,,,,,,,a shark tail,,,,,,i just have legs
and hoseok is like this is true but hey we both have eyes and a nose and look ur cute!!! i cute too!!!
and ur like kjsdhfgfds oh,,,,yes,,,u are cute,,,,,but im n-
and hoseok puts his finger to ur lips and is like “nope! ur cute. ive seen some humans before,,,,,none as cute as you”
and the compliment makes u flush and u look down at the water
and hoseok thinks to himself that are all humans this shy,,,,,it’s even more endearing than he thought,,,,
when suddenly a boats horn passes by and hoseok slips into the water off the rocks and it startles u
but he pocks his head up above the water and is like “thanks for the,,,,,,sandwich u said??? i liked meeting u!!! let’s see each other again!!”
and u get up and lean over a bit so u can be closer to hear him
when hoseok takes off his earring and outstretches his hand to u and is like “here!! so u can remember me cute human!!”
and with that he smiles one last time,,,,the sharp teeth don’t even bother u because u feel like that smile ,,,,,is somehow the warmest smile u have ever seen
and disappears into the ocean
and u stand there,,,,holding the shark tooth earring,,,,wondering if ull see him again,,,,,,,,,,,or if ur seriously still dreaming
Uhh so this was in my drafts which I havent checked in weeks and totally forgot about? Anyway seeing as the fic I was supposed to be posting today got deleted,,, yall can have this one from like 5 months ago instead lmao.
Tony really should have noticed sooner.
On the surface, nothing seemed wrong. Steve was fine. A little ragged, maybe, but fine. He acted in the same way, smiled at Tony no differently, scolded Clint no less.
“Draw four, asshole.” Jason set his wildcard on the pile and smiled as serenely as he could at his older brother— which probably wasn’t that serene, given the circumstances. He glanced around the table. “And the color is red.” Tim fished a red three out of his hand of cards. Damian came up with a red four. The three of them sat quietly while Grayson finished drawing his cards. Uno tournaments were traditional, when the gang was all together. Jason couldn’t tell you when that started— he just knew that they kept a deck in the batmobile glove compartment. It didn’t seem like something Bruce would let in the house, much less in the car, but there you were— he let it pass. Card games had gotten them all through some dull nights. Why uno? The wildcards didn’t give anybody flashbacks, for starters. And games could get intense. Dick was taking the worst of it tonight— he had about a third of the deck fanned between his hands. That tended to happen when you sat between two people who were furious with you. “You are eventually going to let me play a card, right?” Grayson tapped his fingers against his new cards as he added them to his hand. Jason laid down a red skip, and Dick made a face. “Okay.” Mmhm, that’s what he got. Jason was really glad they were playing, honestly, because it turned out to be quality aggression relief. They had things to talk through anyway. “So is Barbara coming?” he asked. She hadn’t responded to his text, but that was pretty standard. He tried not to take it personally. “I don’t think so,” Grayson said. Tim and Damian played red nine, yellow nine respectively. “She doesn’t really want to be around me right now. Last time we talked she said some harsh things.” “You’re dead to me?” Jason guessed. He set his last yellow card on the deck. “Sorry, no—that was last week. My bad.” He grinned in Dick’s direction. “Draw two.” “Get wrecked,” Tim muttered. He laid down his own card— a yellow skip— and handed Dick two from the pile. “Babs isn’t coming.” “What, so she texts you back?” “Yeah, unlike you. It’s your turn.” Tim slid his chair a few inches away from Damian, who was scowling at him. “Chill.” “Well if we’re not waiting for anyone else,” Jason ran through his cards. No yellows. “The meeting can officially come to order.” He laid another wildcard— unfortunately without the drawing bonus— onto the deck and turned to Dick. “You’re a despicable person, and I’m honestly considering setting you on fire. The color is green.” “Seriously? I have thirty-six cards, but no greens.” “That’s your problem then. One among many.” “I missed you too.” Dick reached for the pile and drew another handful of cards, finally coming up with a green five. Tim played a one. “I really did, you know. And I’m glad to be back, even if Damian is the only one that will talk to me.” Damian played a draw two. “Who’s side are you on?” Jason asked him, reaching for the pile. “I’m not saying I agree with what he did.” Damian fanned his hand in front of him, rearranging his cards intently. “But I’ve already been forced away from one person that’s important to me, and I’m not doing it twice.” “Listen…” Jason set his cards on the table. “We’ll figure the Bruce thing out, okay? Don’t worry about it. He always comes back.” “Don’t we all?” Damian rubbed uncomfortably at his own chest. “Three for four.” Jason jerked a thumb at Dick, who set a blue draw two on the pile. “That’s not the same, and you know it.” “If you want to be technical about it, I was dead for about a minute.” “That offends me on a very deep and very personal level.” Jason glared at Dick. “Wow! A whole minute. That must have been a nightmare. At least you didn’t have crawl your way out of your literal grave.” He pulled down the neckline of his shirt, revealing the tops of his autopsy scars. “These are real.” Tim took a pair of cards from the pile. “That’s disturbing by multiple definitions, and you need to stop.” He turned to Dick. “But he’s right. That doesn’t qualify as dead, and even if it did, it wouldn’t matter— that was a minute. You were gone for months.” “You’re right. I don’t mean to make excuses, I just—” “I’m not finished yet.” Tim set his hand on the table. “You had no right to do that to us. It doesn’t even make logical sense— what exactly were you worried would happen if we knew you were alive? Who did you think we were going to tell? I’ve been keeping your secrets since I was twelve.” “I’m sorry, Tim.” “Yeah, you’re sorry. Meanwhile I get to watch literally every member of my family die. It’s a lot of fun. Doesn’t scar you at all. I definitely don’t wake up every morning and feel like screaming into the eternal void that swallows everyone I love.” Tim laughed unsteadily. “And this whole time, you were playing James Bond. I can’t even believe you.” “It wasn’t fun for me either, you know.” “Uh huh,” Jason told him, “I’m sure it was awful. Now that I think about it, you probably had it worse than us— I mean, we only went through two deaths in a year. That’s much better than going into deep cover and ‘shouldering the burden’ or whatever it was you said. Definitely.” He twirled a finger in the air. “Hey look at that— it’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s complete and total bullshit.” “I’m not saying I had it worse. I’m just saying that it was hard. I didn’t want to leave you guys.” “Well you did, didn’t you? So now you’re gonna have to live with the consequences. Which are going to be severe, because you hurt a lot of people.” Jason glanced around the table. “Damian. Express emotion.” Damian carefully set a card on the deck. “I wish you had been here when I got back,” he muttered. “That’s all I have to say.” “There you have it.” Jason rolled his eyes. “I’m sure being by yourself was really rough. I’m sure you hated it. Really hit a downward spiral, I’m guessing.” Tim sighed loudly— Jason smiled. “I hope whatever you were doing was important.” “It was,” Dick said. “It wasn’t exactly the Gotham circuit, but I think I still saved lives.” “Great. Four for you, Dick Grayson! You go, Dick Grayson.” Jason pulled another wildcard from his hand. “But literally, draw four.” “You’ve been waiting to do that, haven’t you?” “I think I deserve this.” Jason slid the deck across the table. “Red again.” “Are you ever going to let this go?” Dick pulled his cards from the pile— at that point he was holding half the deck. “Just curious.” “I don’t know. If you play your cards right, maybe.” Jason sighed. “You could start with an actual apology.” “I thought I already gave one.” “Coded instruction isn’t an acceptable format for saying you’re sorry.” Honestly, did Grayson think that was okay? Jason watched Tim lay down a red eight. “For all we know, you didn’t mean any of that. Unless you expect us to believe that everything you wanted to tell us magically fit into your damn pattern game. Can you see why I’m a little suspicious here? Kinda shady, if you know what I mean.” Jason rolled his eyes. “You can do better than that. One chance. Use it however you like.” He snapped his fingers into a gun shape. “There— did you get my message?” “Okay, fine.” Dick took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry I let you guys think I was dead. I’d been through a lot, and I just did what I always do— I kept moving. I tried to start over. Bruce gave me an opportunity to do that, and I took it, but that wasn’t fair to you. I’m not a traveling circus anymore. I have people I can’t leave behind. I should have remembered that.” He sighed. “I put you through hell, and none of you deserved that. I’m sorry.” Jason didn’t quite know how to follow that, so he stared down at his cards instead. It was a fair apology, but it didn’t make him feel any better— the only thing that had helped so far was punching Dick straight in the face. Maybe he should do that again. “Uno,” said Damian, laying a red zero on the pile. “Wait what?” “Uno,” he repeated. “One card. I’m about to win. As usual.” “What the hell?” Tim asked. “You had eight cards the last time I checked. “Then I would assume that was seven rounds ago,” Damian told him. “Todd, it’s your turn.” “I could make it green?” Jason asked, looking around the table. “Do you think that would fix it?” “I don’t have a green,” Dick reminded him. “You’d be gambling on me drawing something good. But we could do that.” “We already used most of the good cards,” Tim said. “I object both on mathematical grounds and because it was Dick’s idea.” “Thanks, Tim.” “I’m still mad.” “Got it.” “Does he have another red?” Jason stared at Damian’s face, looking for a clue, but Damian stared impassibly back. “If he doesn’t, I could just reverse it.” “I’m pretty sure you’re cheating,” Damian muttered. “This isn’t a team game.” “Whatever.” Jason decided to go for it— he played his reverse. The entire table waited for Damian to reach for the pile. He flipped a red skip onto the deck. “I win.” “Dammit, Jay!” Tim swept the deck into his hands and started to reshuffle. “You all owe me a dollar.” Damian stuck his hand across the table. “Unless you want to play again.” “I should probably…” Dick tried to say, but Jason cut him off. “Don’t you dare leave.” He pulled a dollar from his pocket and set it in Damian’s outstretched hand. “You owe me two months of time. You’re playing another round.”
It’s easy to depict the average misogynist as the stereotypical lone wolf on the margins of society. The truth is, he’s fully integrated into mainstream society, perhaps even occupying a position of privilege. A recent report released by UN Women and Promundo, a global organisation involving men and boys in gender equality advocacy, suggests the more educated men are, the more likely they are to feel entitled to harass women.
Supernatural didn't jump the shark in the traditional sense. It saw the ramp and just went straight up into oblivion. The first few seasons were so good but after that it kind of just plummeted. Now they have a Base of Operations which is so unlike them.
Right like I loved the whole “rambling through America and getting greasy diner food in our vintage car” thing, why are they now living in a pristine secret base that’s been abandoned since the 1960s under a damn or wherever and WHY DID THEY KILL OFF CHARLIE
Could I please have something about finding merman Junkrat and Roadhog, and coming to visit them every day after that? (Either poly or seperate, doesn't really matter!) Thank you!
“Oh boy, ‘ere comes our favorite girl/guy!” Junkrat chirped as he poked his head out of the water.
“Mmrg…” Roadhog’s masked face slowly rose out of the depth like a grumpy sea pig.
Looking down the reef, the two could see their s/o with two, large metal buckets, barely able to hold them up on their own. The two licked their lips eagerly, knowing what their s/o was bringing them. Their s/o came over to the edge of the water, plopping the buckets down with an exhausted sigh. Roadie and Junkrat hopped up onto the land, letting their tail-fins hang into the water.
“That’s our [Name]!” Junkrat grinned, patting their head, “Always knows what we like!”
“No problem guys,” they shrugged, leaning lovingly against Roadhog.
Meanwhile, Mako was lifting up his mask just enough to expose his mouth. After that, he began shoveling the chum from the bucket into his mouth like a hungry shark…which would make sense, considering his tail-fin was a shark’s. Jamison’s was a bony, skinny yellow tail-fin, but it was very dexterous; could give a mean back-fin to the face. In Junkrat’s bucket were piles of grilled fish fresh from the barbecue! He began to much down on them, hearing that satisfying crunch of bones in his mouth.
“So how have you two been?” their partner asked them.
“Mmf, preffy grd,” Jamison said with a mouthful of food.
“Good, I take it?” they laughed.
“Mhm,” Mako nodded.
Gulping another fish down, Junkrat added, “We fought off a bunch of eelies this mornin’!”
“Whoa, how many?” their s/o gaped.
“Fifteen,” Junkrat bragged.
“It was twelve,” Roadhog added.
“Oi! I’m tellin’ the story!” Jamison barked at him.
Their s/o just laughed at the two of them, “Well whether it was twelve or fifteen, that sounds very brave,”
“Wasn’t it though?” Jamie puffed out his chest, “Turned ‘em all into lil’ eelie ribbons!”
“Jamison got bit,” Mako added again through handfuls of chum.
“What?!” their s/o gasped.
“Eh, it’s nothin’, don’t worrry ‘bout it none,” Jamison tried to wave it off like it was nothing.
“Where? Let me see!” [Name] scooted over to him, nervously examining him all over.
Then they spotted a deep bite mark in his side, hidden just under his arm. When they saw it, they instantly looked at him with pity, but Junkrat just covered it up again with his arms.
“It’s nothin’ I told ya!” he pouted.
“Junkrat…” they said in a foreboding tone, their hands on their hips, “Let me see,”
Glancing back and forth between his bite and their glare, Jamison decided he couldn’t argue this one with them. Uncovering the eel bite, [Name] took out a first aid kit from their bag and set to work.
“You need to tell me when these things happen, Junkrat,” they cooed softly as they dried off the wound and began bandaging it up, “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you two,”
Feeling a small blush across his cheeks, Junkrat shifted in his spot a little, “Well…we’re just not used to havin’ someone look out for our well bein’ is all,”
Looking up at him with a smile, his s/o said, “I’ll always be here if you need me guys,”
“Oh yeh? Well Roadie got a bite on his neck, ya know,” Junkrat added mischievously.
“Really? Let me see!” they darted over to Mako.
The two of them just laughed at their partner, Roadhog wrapping an arm around their s/o for being such a good sport.
For additional context, this was posted on gentlesharks.tumblr.com, where it would make much more sense to talk about sharks and much less sense to talk about black people. SMH let people care about things.