Sep 30, 2025
I feel like not many people understand this
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I feel like not many people understand this
Every fucking journalist repeating like fucking parrots Israel's propaganda instead of doing their job and verifying information before telling them to the entire world, every public figure and every single word leader who has not just stood by but even championed Israel's actions since October 7th have blood on their hands. They're fully complicit in the massacre that IDF has just committed by bombing Al Ahli hospital.
We will not forget and we will not forgive.
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Prompt-ober 2023: Captivity and napping together
The terrified screams of small children were never the sign of a good start to the day, Ron thought to himself. But then again, he couldn’t blame them. The blood-soaked muzzle and paws of the albino tiger looming through the enclosure’s viewing glass were the stuff of nightmares.
The half-flayed corpse of Lucius the white peacock hanging from the tiger’s mouth didn’t help matters.
(Good riddance to that pretentious jerk of a bird, Ron thought.)
He sighed and started herding the children away, making insincere comforting sounds and quietly radioing for assistance.
Voldemort had claimed another victim.
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“Ooo, my sweet kitty baby, don’t worry, I’m not mad at you~” Voldemort’s dedicated keeper, Bellatrix, crooned at the albino tiger as she pressed against the thick glass barrier chest-first. Voldemort flicked his tail disinterestedly and continued ignoring the chaos he had caused.
If Hermione were asked, she’d say the tiger looked particularly self-satisfied. Perhaps even a little smug. She couldn’t blame him – she’d never really liked that peacock, either.
“Have we figured out how the other animals are getting in?” she asked.
Ron shook his head with a flummoxed look. “No. And there’s no sign of Voldemort getting out and snatching them. It’s like they’re drawn in – like black magic. They just wander in to get eaten.”
“Let’s keep the supernatural out of it, Mr. Weasley,” Minerva McGonagall, the senior big cat keeper, said. “We’ll simply have to check all around the outside of the enclosure for any potential points of ingress again.”
“Might I suggest we remove the common denominator in all of these incidents?” Albus Dumbledore said, adding, “We need to think of the greater good, after all.”
“Director Dumbledore, may I remind you our purpose is conservation, not euthanization – especially of critically endangered species,” Minerva said exasperatedly. The man had had a chip on his shoulder for that tiger ever since its behaviour began to directly contradict his years of research with other tigers.
“You even think of touching my Lord and you’ll wish you died like that glorified chicken did,” Bellatrix growled, glaring blackly at the ageing researcher.
Hermione might not like the other woman, but she could still admit that sometimes Bellatrix had the right of things. With the threat – not calling the tiger her Lord. That was weird.
She joined the others in side-eyeing the director as he left in a huff.
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Ginny had to admit, this wasn’t what she’d hoped to be doing when she applied to be a zookeeper. But at least she was still working at the zoo; and maybe they’d promote her from being a guide. …Eventually.
“Hey, isn’t that a cat?” one of the kids shouted, pointing into the tiger enclosure.
She sighed internally before pasting on a plastic smile. “Yes, tigers are a species of cat–“
The kid interrupted, saying, “No, I mean the black cat.”
What.
She turned slowly, hoping against hope she wasn’t going to find that Voldemort had somehow become a panther. But no. There, sitting in the centre of the tiger habitat, licking itself, was a longhaired black house cat.
They were going to have another scandal on their hands from impressionable children seeing a cat ripped to shreds by their mass-murdering tiger, weren’t they?
And speak of the devil: Voldemort materialised from the dense vegetation to spring at the unsuspecting cat.
Unable to look away, Ginny stared in horror as Voldemort got closer, closer, and was upon the cat, which finally decided to move. The black cat bounced away from the massive predator before turning to face him, back arched and tail fur standing on end, hissing and spitting. Voldemort growled in response, crouching down, prepared to attack.
In a bout of suicidal confidence, the black cat smacked Voldemort on the nose with its paw and continued to hold its ground, puffing up and staring the hulking tiger down.
And unexpectedly – miraculously – Voldemort relented. He rumbled and play-swatted at the cat, which rolled onto its back and enthusiastically batted at the paw that was almost larger than its entire body. Voldemort watched on in bemusement, occasionally shoving the black cat over to rile it up.
Her jaw must have been brushing the ground from how far it had fallen open. The children were shrieking in amusement while their chaperones looked worriedly between the two cats and their guide, but she couldn’t manage to pull herself together for several moments.
Speaking into her radio, Ginny said, “Uh. I’m gonna need someone to come down to the tiger enclosure. We’ve got a situation…”
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“How did that ickle bitty kitty get in there?!” Bellatrix pouted. No one should be closer to her Lord than her.
“How do any of the animals get in there?” Hermione asked rhetorically.
“I’m telling you, that tiger is secretly a wizard–”
“Ronald, do shut up.”
“Perhaps now is the time to discuss–” Dumbledore began.
“For the last time, Albus, we’re not killing Voldemort!” Minerva shouted. “Go bother Gellert and his arachnids if you’re not going to contribute anything helpful.”
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No one could get close enough to the black cat to retrieve it or lure it out, and no one wanted to go through the bother of sedating Voldemort if they didn’t absolutely have to, so the cat – dubbed Harry for the odd, tufted texture of his fur – became a permanent resident.
Each member of the zoo's staff celebrated when the mortality rate of the other animals dipped sharply after Harry's arrival. The little black cat was seen as a hero, despite no one understanding how his presence managed to convince the rest of the zoo's animals to stop visiting Voldemort’s territory and dying messily.
From then on, every so often, Voldemort would be found lying out in the open, staring down any observers, as Harry curled up in the curve of the tiger’s body and napped.
Sea Sponges
Most sponges feed on bacteria and organic matter by drawing water in through pores called ostia (singular: ostium), which are openings through which water enters the body. Lining the channels in these pores are collar cells. The collars of these cells surround a hair-like structure called a flagellum. The flagella beat to create water currents.
Most sponges also feed on small organisms that come in with the water. There are also a few species of carnivorous sponges that feed by using their spicules to capture prey such as small crustaceans. Water and wastes are circulated out of the body by pores called oscula (singular: osculum).
Wait, I actually didn't watch the Animaniacs reboot outside of a few clips because I don't have Hulu...
Did they really do a gun control episode where the stand-in for guns were rabbits?
How does that make sense?
at my wit’s end seein this humanized beastars shit i’ll tell ya hwat
me, when pets aren't allowed on their owner's furniture: