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🦈 JOLLY SHARK 🦈

“Don’t give drugs to sharks” - my teacher

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don’t mind me just doodling trash

featuring shark husband, two random Zora based on a rabbit fish and a frilled shark, and a really rough idea for my new garbage LoZ-‘sona who seems to be some kind of Poe maybe??? idk if we can have the Poe Collector and Wizzro looking like they do, then I can have this one 

these were actually not scanned but photographed with my phone camera and then messed with to resemble scans, so they’re not as clear as usual

Ben’s Fear

Growing up, it was common knowledge that my cousin was afraid of seaweed. Naturally, we terrorized him with it. Pieces in his bed, pieces in his shoes, and my favorite: pieces in his bathing suit. Every time, we were guaranteed a scream and a scramble as he tried to get the seaweed away from his delicate self.

Nothing, though, compared to what we’d do to him at the beach.

I’ll fully admit that we were bullies back then. We didn’t know what we did was wrong; we just thought it was funny. And since Ben laughed it off at the end, even if he’d cried while it was happening, we thought it was okay to continue. Kids will be kids, right?

I was the oldest, and therefore the biggest. Ben was always really skinny and small. I could manhandle him pretty effortlessly. I’d dunk him underwater, I’d toss him around; all that. But I’d also hold him still as my other cousins draped him with seaweed.

Oh, how he’d scream.

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MASTERLIST!

SERIES:

Capable - Bucky Barnes x Reader - Completed

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 (NSFW)

Chapter 5 (NSFW)

The Liam Neesom Nightmare - Wade Wilson x Reader - In Progress

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Commander - Bucky Barnes x OC - Completed

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 (NSFW)



ONE SHOTS:

Bucky Barnes x Reader

The Jacket (NSFW)

Take My Hand

The Persistence of Memory (NSFW)

Sharing a Moment (NSFW)

Mr. Barnes (NSFW)

Broken

Couple (NSFW)

Piercing (NSFW)

Morning After (NSFW)

Dream (NSFW)

Tease (NSFW)

Two People (NSFW)

Shark Week

Street Rat

By My Side

Jessica Jones x Reader

Jessie’s Girl (NSFW)

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Girls Just Wanna Have… (NSFW)

Queen (NSFW)

Locked Out (NSFW)

Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Which One (NSFW)

Steve Rogers x Reader

Mutual (NSFW)

Just Real Quick (NSFW)

Toothpick Pt. 1 (NSFW)

Toothpick Pt. 2 (NSFW)

Sam Wilson x Reader

Icarus and the Sun (NSFW)

Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Reader

Options (NSFW)

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Tender (NSFW)

Sugar (NSFW)

Wade Wilson x Reader

Helicopter (NSFW)

Fresh

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Reader

Cold



NON-MARVEL:

Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Dapper (NSFW)

Aim to Please (NSFW)

Truth (NSFW)

Birthday Dinner (NSFW)

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Not Fair (NSFW)

once when i was little i tried to design my perfect pet and what i ended up with was a cross between a little sea pony (as featured in the children’s book The Little Sea Pony©) and a snake

The mechanical sharks created for Jaws shaped movie history by being so notoriously terrible that Steven Spielberg went out of his way to avoid showing them, accidentally inventing modern suspense. They were all destroyed after filming, presumably by a gleeful Spielberg as revenge for all the stress and anxiety their shittiness caused him. But as the 18 terrible sequels to Jaws proved, you can’t keep a killer shark down. 

That’s Junkyard Bruce, which sounds like how a train-hopping hobo introduces himself shortly before he shanks you, but is actually a fourth shark made out of the same mold. Unlike his brothers, Bruce wasn’t meant for the silver screen, instead serving as a prop for tours of Universal Studios so countless film buffs could take ingenious “Oh no, the shark is eating me!” vacation photos.

By around 1990, Jaws was no longer in vogue, and Universal wanted to unload their shark. They sold it to Sam Adlen, a junkyard owner whose marketing strategy was apparently “Hey, look at all the cool shit I have here!”

And so, for over two decades, the shark sat in a place usually reserved for piles of scrap or mob victims. Despite numerous offers, Adlen refused to part with it. After Adlen’s death, his son foolishly passed up the opportunity to bury him with (or in) the shark and donated it to the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. 

7 Famous Movie Props You’ll Never Believe Were Abandoned

going baroque vs. jumping the shark

on twitter the other day, i was trying to articulate my affinity for the baroque eras of longer stories. the late seasons of tv shows, the later books in a series—and often even in non-narrative mediums, later albums, later paintings. later installments will naturally have a larger context than earlier ones. their context, the information they can refer to, includes everything the work (or artist) did earlier. these later works don’t necessarily contain more artistic information, more densely, because that’s a matter of execution, but they also won’t really “work” unless they take their expanded context into account. if an earlier work solved one problem, then a later one that solves it again looks pointless.

this situation of having to integrate more information means that baroque eras tend to ask harder, weirder questions. they also tend to be more elaborate—more characters, more plot lines, more (and fancier) words. i think of this elaborateness as akin to expanding the container of the artwork in order to handle the increase in information. of course, because integrating a lot of information is difficult, baroque eras also tend to be less tight and less precise. but they will often be more satisfying because there is more there there, in total, and because baroqueness indicates an artist biting the bullet of the implications of what they’ve made so far.

for example: the later seasons of buffy try to address the question of “what happens after archetypal heroism?” the question is still within the realm of buffy’s desire to subvert hero stories, but goes one step of subversion further. earlier lecter books show monsters failing to transform. so hannibal tries to address the question of “ok, so what would a monster successfully transforming themselves look like?” similarly, the third iteration of a meme will reveal one more level of absurdity, while still retaining its basic structure.

jumping the shark is what happens when a work fails to integrate information, either because it gets lazy and doesn’t try, or because the problem is too hard for the artist to pull off. or some combination of the two. jumping the shark is usually caused by bloat, but is more generally just a loss of structural integrity. if an artwork is a helium balloon, the baroque is what happens when the balloon is just full to bursting. jumping the shark can be both a burst balloon or a shitty one that has a hole.

One-Shot: Gibberish. (Ghost Speak)

Warning: Cursing.

Summary: Daniel James Fenton, the freak of Casper High; Everyone talked behind the teens back, they, as in the whole shool and occasionally staff always rumored that sometimes, he wrote (and occasionally spoke) complete gibberish, he couldn’t even write a full paragraph without messing it up and making it impossible to read! (An experienced Lancer would complain) “He’s an odd one at that.”; One would say if he had the courage “It’s freaky”, another would jeer at how stupid Fenton seemed, “He’s probably semi-retarded.” That person would historically assume. But, that’s not the case.

From a certain freaks quoting: “ghost language just won’t give me a break.. Will it?”

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It was slow Wednesday, birds chirped, crows cawed, and teachers gave ridiculously long lectures..

“Daniel Fenton.” A slow boring voice called, it was of course, Mr. Lancer, standing expectantly in front of the class, tapping a toe. ‘Oh boy’, a raven haired teen labeled freak reluctantly forced his attention onto the bald, tire bellied, and underly paid teacher; He hated being on the spotlight. And now not being able to go to the bathroom for more than five minutes to escape the classrooms gaze: What was to come, was inevitable.

Gingerly the meek, shy, boy got up as slow as possible; not that it was helping the situation at hand. He could see it in his peers eyes just rudely asking him, ‘How long will you getting up take?’ There was a clear distinction of impatience, so they began talking to one another in whispers, resulting to Lancer’s disapproving sigh. The baggy clothed boy, inching towards the front swallowed the building fear that gurgled inside his throat.

“Mr. Fenton, hurry up, please.” The pot bellied teacher scolded, an underlying tone of irritation laced his words. And of course, no one in the whole entire room could blame the clear annoyance in his voice.

While everyone waited expectantly, and thank god- still talking amongst eachother, a few yawns and scratches began to sound from the forever waiting crowd, mostly those who were friendless in this particular class; all in all they seemed calm, bored, whatever names that could possibly describe dying from complete bored-ism, not that that was a word.

As successfully halving their tired eyes, the nervous teen called upon was having an internal panic attack, ‘I can’t do this, I’m gonna make a joke out of myself..’ Danny thought misrably, ‘I wrote it wrong.’ He referred to the oncoming presentation he was to read off of lined paper in front of the whole class.

“Hurry Fento-nail! I can’t sit here all day!” A blonde jock loudly said just as Danny passed the bully, people laughed, for the most part because the blonde was popular. Which irked Danny to his very core.

Clenching and unclenching a fist, the raven haired teen ignored the stupid comment and refocused on the situation, 'I can’t speak..- I’ll mess up-’ The minor continued to whine in his head, finally at his destination, the boy timidly took the lined paper from the teachers hold still buying some time.. “Good luck.” Mr. Lancer reassured hopelessly; snickers followed after the comment.

Mr. Lancer returning to his desk, clasped his hands together mannerly, a ridiculously broad posture showing his 'professionalism’ as a teacher. Raising a brow, the teacher sighed at the sight he took in unimpressed, Mr. Fenton that was. Slowly looking down at his paper Danny studied the text trying to make sense out of it. It was- again, written in the wrong language. 'Well shit. How do you expect me to read this?’

Nimbly holding the paper, he squinted once more blinking a few times, the letters disassembling and re piecing back to the known language required for the class. Now he saw nothing other than English- it still wasn’t in fact, Mr. Lancer and everyone else saw the gibberish he has written, thinking Daniel Fenton A) has the worst handwriting in the planet, B) he was extremely bad at English. C) He was dumb and or retarded. Or even D) All of the above. As said, everyone talked about it behind his back, anyone who knew about his, 'Gibberish’ handwriting said something along the lines of 'freak’, 'dumbass’, 'retard’, 'loser’, 'different’… Yeah, you get the idea.

;He feels loved. (Note the sarcasm)..

'This should be easy.’ Danny perked his thoughts misrably, his extraordinary baby blue eyes hovering over the paper’s fine writing; It was a beautiful Essay, but sadly Mr. Lancer would probably never know that. Clearing his throat he concentrated, reading the 'English’. “ahm-” he got a feel for his voice to help return his first language, looking around the classroom to see bored faces. But it was to no avail.

“Lҽ αႦɾα ɱσɾɱҽɳƚσɱ ʅαƈ Ⴆσɾϝɾαҽ, ƚҽαʅʅҽ ƈɾσʂɳҽɱσʂ E ραҽ ʅҽ ԃσɳɱαƈɾҽɱႦα Lҽ Eʂʂαყ. Eαɳɠʅҽȥ ɳα ʂρԋҽƈϝ, ɱҽɾɱσɳƚҽɳ Zαԋƈ Sσɾɾҽρ ƈαʂƈαԃҽɱɳ ρɾҽ αʅԃαɳια E ƈσϝɱҽƈαԋ.–”

Laughs bursted out of the classes loud mouths, “Mr. Fenton, you’re reading Gibberish again.” The teacher interrupted with an irked monotone, once again rubbing a temple with one hand formally sitting behind his desk. Danny not quite catching the sentence, looking towards the pot bellied English teacher, and asked, “Exȥҽƚσ ΛЖ?” (Excuse me?) Giggles were echoing around the room. Not understanding what was so funny he rose a high brow lowering the other, an offended look took place on the teens baffled face.

“Mr. Fenton, this is not a joke, now will you read the paper in English, not Gibberish.” The teacher stated, sounding very annoyed; and obviously, he believed Danny was a troublemaker, a misleaded student and child. This he thought proved it. He had so much potential, it’s like he threw it all away without a care, now he sees a slacker, a non enthusiast..

“E ʂρԋҽƈϝ Eαɳɠʅҽȥ ϝιƚσ!” (I’m speaking English fine!) Danny said defensively sounding panicked, and rather stupidly, waving his arms to express how freaked he was. Assuming that’s what the teacher said, deciphering each word and what it could mean by the teacher’s sentence. He tried to keep together, 'It’s happening again.. Isn’t it.’ He face palmed mentally. Again, he wasn’t able to hear english, and accidently traded his regular first language to speak ghost, 'must’ve switched languages.’ he theorized ready to bang his head against his far away, empty desk.

“Mr. Fenton! Please, read in English. Now.” Danny furrowed his brows and looked more intently at the teacher, glancing between his paper and the annoyed nose pinching adult. “Wα-?” He slurred utterly confused at this point, 'this shouldn’t be happening..’. He caught on, Laughs and snickers erupted from the classroom again, they couldn’t hold the momentary stifling any longer. The raven haired boy wanted to hide, he was embarrassed, his hands sweated as his stomach flipped; he was dreadfully uncomfortable. Only one face showed sympathy, namingly Valerie and Mr.Lancer as he sighed.

Trying his luck to speak again he asked metaphorically crossing his fingers, “Ⴆσɾσɠɳαɾ ʅαƈ E.. Lҽ Eʂʂαყ..?” (Did I mess up.. on the Essay?) Another rain of laughter let out. This was the worse- not completely the worst, but it was still pretty bad. That left a sad looking Fenton.

“Did I, mess, up, on, the, assignment? Fear me.” A robotic voice sounded after the boy’s sentence.. Not good. The boy looked towards the classroom.

“Zʂԋα HαƙXɾҽɳȥσ?” (What the hell?) He mumbled baffled by the sudden noise of some-kind of siri. Everyone stopped including Danny, to turn heads towards the doorway. “What, the, hell? Fear me.” the foreign voice mimicked; this was bad news, it was even worse when two familiar figures stood at the door, a beeping tool in the man’s hand “It’s in here, I’m getting an extremely high amount of ecto-signature on the entity.”

Great, it was not his parents- but the G.I.W, 'Dear God.’ Danny thought, he couldn’t speak anymore, or else they’d find him quicker. Sealing lips shut he tried to act normal. Keyword, 'tried’, 'Don’t avoid contact too much. Don’t stare to much.. Don’t glance to much. Don’t freak, tense, blink too much! Wait no, I can blink some.. right? Wait- no I’m not taking any risks.’ He rambled in his head, muscles stiff, well stiffer since he was already reading his 'Gibberish’ in front of the whole class to humiliate himself, he gave a tight smile and faced the two hunters of which appeared at the classroom doorway.

“It’s this way?” K. a G.I.W agent walked closer to whatever was setting off the tracker; Namingly: Danny. “What?” He pondered standing right in front of the boy, the tracking devices beeper off its honker sounded annoyingly, 'shit.’ was all the innocent blue eyed boy could process at the moment.

The agent then circled him like a shark, two times, “Speak.” K. commanded to the boy. This was a tactic to see if he was a Ghostly entity, or being overshadowed, it was unlikely; but sometimes overshadowing didn’t have to change color of the eyes to that ghostly green to be positive; The boy felt like he was under a microscope, he didn’t like it at all.

“Speak, now.” Agent O. then ordered, both agents towering over the poor boy. Mr. Lancer to the rescue asked interrupting their rude demanding, “Gentlemen, may you please tell me why it is so important to interrupt my class?” He toned defensive, he didn’t have all day ya’ know.

“Sir. There is a powerful entity, 7.2 on the spectral scale, that is by far extremely lethal. And it is right here.” Agent K. spat venomously towards the boy, appointing a glare with the other agent O.. “Now speak.” He hissed in the boy’s face, Danny cringed, eyes watering for keeping them open too long 'Didn’t I say not to do that.’ he reminded himself. The words now registering clearly he trembled slightly.

“I-I Uhh.. Okay?” Danny said, heart beating wildly, 'dear god please tell me I said it in English!’ he could swear the classroom heard the rapid beat in his chest- which actually wasn’t fast at all. (Cause he’s kinda dead.)

He averted his gaze aslight, until agent K. deeply, and affirmatively spoke, “Nevermind, sorry for the misunderstanding. Our technology has been bugged lately, there must be a glitch in the system again.” Giving a curt nod, K. began to walk away outside of the classroom, O. eyeing the boy instead gave a grunt and smoothly said, “I’ll keep an eye on you.” with that the boy shuddered watching the agent follow after his partner.

Sighing Mr. Lancer said, “Mr. Fenton, go back to your seat.” giving up on the boy. With a shy nod the raven teen walked back towards his desk, 'Last second coincidence much?’–

“Oomph-” the boy fell on the ground roughly, laughs bursted out again in the room, a certain blonde pointing at the raven haired victim of which was lying on the ground, 'I love my life..’ Danny mumbled giving up on himself too.


A/N: I’m not the best at fics but.. Thanks really for reading. :)