buffshe-ra:

catra: ok be honest – name one thing you don’t like about me

adora: there isn’t anything about you that i could ever dislike. you’re perfect to me. i love every inch of you from your sarcasm to your ears. any flaw you think you have is just another thing to love about you 

catra: 

adora:

adora: you shed so much that i could form a second catra out of all that fur. like, i’m pretty sure i hacked up a hairball the other day!! is that what you want? huh? to suffocate your girlfriend with your hair??

random twist for the Starscream archetype character; they don’t constantly try to betray Baron Skeleton because they legitimately want to do so, it’s a mental compulsion they constantly are fighting against(it’s like Kleptomania except with betrayal instead of stealing), and Baron Skeleton(and most of the others besides Newbie) are aware of this, perhaps with Baron Skeleton intentionally setting up his plans so there’s a way for his lackey to vent these needs without causing any real harm

tyrantisterror:

I like that.  “He’s a compulsive traitor – very common quirk in this profession.  We do our best to accomodate him.”

tyrantisterror:

The more I watch that Detective Pikachu the more I really dig it.  It calls to both my inner child AND the hollowed our husk of a human being with broken dreams I’ve grown into.

Like, the part where the main character is approached by an adult he respects, and the adult is like, “You had a dream of being a pokemon trainer when you were young!” in a clear attempt to inspire him, but the main character just laughs and tries to end that line of discussion with a strained, “Yeah that really didn’t work out…”  I get that.  That rings true.  That’s relatable.

And then there’s the shots of a world filled with pokemon, with adventure, and the world is a bit dingy and mundane, but also fantastical enough where the pokemon don’t seem FULLY out of place.  And the child in me can come out while the jaded adult thinks about what it was like to just have those dreams without the cynicism that crushed them.  It’s… nice.

I’m looking forward to the movie.

I don’t know if it’s still the case, but the Nostalgia Critic seems to have a full on hatred for Pokemon, to the point where he had Pikachu killed by Evil Dead! Ash in his Freddy vs Jason video. I wonder how he reacted to Detective Pikachu.

feotakahari:

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earlgraytay:

tyrantisterror:

The good thing is that he’s no longer relevant.

i get the feeling that the critic’s schtick was 90% “I am not the target audience for this, therefore it’s The Worst.” 

and that worked really well when he was reviewing shit like the fucking care bears movies. because the target audience for that is… beings too young to be sapient who will be distracted by brightly coloured images. and they’re so earnest and schmaltzy and cloyingly sentimental and powered by corporate greed that they make a good target for reviewers.

but when you start applying that mindset to stuff that actually does have a target audience, and therefore has some artistic merit, you have to have some kind of critique beyond ‘the target audience is bad and stupid for accepting this kind of media, they should have better taste’. and some of his reviews… like the review of Mamma Mia, or the Lorax movie, or basically anything aimed at teenage girls/women…. boil down to ‘the target audience is bad and stupid for liking movies that cater to female fantasies’. 

wouldn’t surprise me if he felt the same way about pokemon, because he’s not the target audience for it. he’s too old to have nostalgia for it and uninterested in catching adorable magical creatures, therefore it’s The Worst and the target audience is bad and stupid for liking it.

….and yeah, he’s irrelevant, but I bring it up because it’s a common trap to fall into when you’re critiquing stuff. 

But care bears *have* their audience, and I think that nostalgia critic is still reviewing it from the perspective “what is personally good for me” as opposed to “what is good for small kids”. Which is ridiculous.

This leads into a thought I’ve had a few times over the years. Let’s there’s a movie by and for the gay subculture of the San Francisco Bay Area, drenched in so many in-jokes that it’s virtually impenetrable to outsiders. A mainstream reviewer watches it and concludes “this is boring and makes no sense. 1/5 stars.” Has something gone wrong in the review process?

kinka-juice:

vampireapologist:

glumshoe:

mybrilliantusername:

glumshoe:

A reminder that it’s illegal in the USA to collect or sell the feathers of wild birds (and their eggs, bodies, and nests) even if you find them lying on the ground, unless you have a permit to do so. As in, actually illegal, not “outdated law everyone has forgotten about and is no longer enforced”. Eagle parts are extra illegal.

How about bones?? Not like bird specifically just animal bones in general. Also why is it illegal?? There so many birds ergo so many feathers no ones gonna miss em

The specifics depend on your state, the situation, and whether the species is a game animal, but usually, it’s illegal unless you are licensed (ex for educational purposes).

There really aren’t “so many birds”. The populations of many species are rapidly declining due to habitat loss and pollution. I’ve seen birds of prey autopsied and their insides are often coated in plastics. Pesticides and rodenticides wipe out truly horrifying numbers of larger birds – please only ever use mechanical traps for mice and rats, not poisons.

The Migratory Bird Treaty Act of 1918 was passed four years after the last passenger pigeon died. It discourages the personal and commercial collection of bird parts for very good reason.

Oh, Ship! Tag me in on this one, I’m ready!

So, the history of Wildlife law in the United States goes way back, actually, to the history of wildlife law in Great Britain.

See, in Ye Olden Days, the King was in charge of deciding who was and wasn’t legally allowed to hunt. This was a Big Deal, because many people needed to hunt to feed and clothe themselves and their families. If the King said “you can’t hunt anywhere near where you live because those are My Deer,” you were, well, fucked.

Eventually, this power of wildlife ownership was technically redelegated to parliment, but hunting often remained super inaccessible to anyone but the wealthy, privileged few.

So when people started coming here from there, it was a total free-for-all. You could hunt anywhere, anything! There were things to shoot in the US that had been extinct in the British aisles for centuries, even!

So not only were people hunting for food, clothing, to drive out unwanted animals (see: wolves), but also for the hell of it because they were allowed!

For a while though, hunting was still very much an “I need to eat” business. Can’t fault ‘em for eating, ya know?

But once Europeans became really established here, with cities and leisure time and fashion, things got way out of hand.

There were pretty much No laws dictating how many animals a person could take, or when and from where they could take them.

What’s more is, suddenly, it wasn’t just for food, it was for MASS PRODUCTION! You know what women REALLY wanted? Hats With Feathers. Lots Of Feathers.

People were already killing Many Birds, but not Enough. “We need to kill WAY MORE BIRDS and FASTER,” they said. So they made These Big Guns.

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They were made for mounting on boats, and who gave a damn about ammo? ANYTHING that could presumably maim a duck was a go. They loaded them with pieces of tin, metal, shards of broken glass, ya know. The usual.

Then, at night, during Mating season, they’d go out onto the water, shine a light so that all the ducks raised their heads to investigate, fire the gun, and instantly decapitate hundreds of ducks a shot. It was wild.

So this was happening

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And the REASON this was happening was there was a demand for these ducks, feathers, mainly. Meat second.

The demand is what’s imperative here. It didn’t matter if you had the means to kill 100 or 1000 birds in a night. If you shot ‘em, someone would pay for ‘em.

You can see where this started going wrong, however. Eventually, there were like, uh, no birds left to shoot.

So now everyone’s starting to say, “well, what the hell…it seems that shooting All Of The Birds At Once has somehow wiped them out. Maybe we should do something about this.”

NOW, that was NOT a popular move. People were really loving the whole “I can kill anything any time I want” thing going on. They argued that limiting their take would violate their rights and freedoms (never mind the hypocrisy of claiming any rights to the wildlife of this land that had been taken from the indigenous peoples they’d killed and driven out).

But responsible hunters knew that wildlife and hunting laws were imperative to the continued existence of wildlife.

This wasn’t a new concept, mind you. Responsible Wildlife laws are even in the damn Old Testament:

“If you come across a bird’s nest in any tree or on the ground, with young ones or eggs and the mother sitting on the young or on the eggs, you shall not take the mother with the young.” Deuteronomy 22:6

Makes sense, right? Eat the eggs but make sure the mother remains to lay more. 

And more than a century before, John Quincey Adams is quoted in reference to the issue:

“I went with my gun down upon the marshes, but had no sport. Game laws are said to be directly opposed to the liberties of the subject; I am well persuaded that they may be carried to far, and that they really are in most parts of Europe. But it is equally certain that where there are none, there is never any game; so that the difference between the country where laws of this kind exist and …where they are unknown must be that in the former very few individuals will enjoy the privilege of hunting and eating venison, and in the latter this privilege will be enjoyed by nobody.”

ANYWAY. Point was, people were realizing that if things didn’t change fast, there’d be nothing left to hunt, to eat, or to use for Fancy Hats.

So we got the Lacey Act of 1900, the first federal wildlife law.

“I have always been a lover of birds, and I always been a hunter as well, for today there is no friend that the birds have like a sportsman-the man who enjoys legitimate sport. He protects them out of season; he kills them with moderation in season.”  John Lacey.

It limited market-hunting and commercial wildlife trafficking. People with Super Duck Guns were especially unhappy about this. However, if ducks understood federal laws, they would’ve been thrilled.

The problem was, there was still a HUGE demand for feathers, for meat, and absurdly, for specimen for people’s private collections. “I don’t CARE if that’s the last known living Auk. I want it.”

So they had it.

What we needed to do was to destroy the demand for bird products. And to destroy the demand, we had to stop products from being made. If no one is walking down the street wearing a Fancy Bird Hat, no one else is going to say “oh! I want one too,” and no one is going to pay a Fancy Hat Maker to pay a Big Duck Gun owner to shoot 1,000 birds.

So we got the Migratory Bird Treat of 1918, which made it almost totally across the board illegal to own Any bird parts (excluding legal game birds, but laws about when and how many you could hunt were forming to protect them).

 There is a misnomer that taking something off the legal market will increase demand because people love what they can’t have. That’s proven untrue in this case. Very few people are actually willing to break Actual Federal Law in order to own a hat they can’t wear in public. The issue was larger society and for the most part law-abiding citizens who wore this stuff while it was legal but moved on once it wasn’t.

The reason it still exists is to keep the demand for bird parts non-existent, and it’s WHY you can’t legally collect feathers even when they fall off a bird naturally.

Because hey, YOU may live in an area with a healthy golden eagle population. Or a Blue Jay population. Or Red headed woodpeckers. YOU find their feathers all the time! They just fall off, no harm done.

So you pick them up, make them into cool jewelry and art, and post them on your etsy and pinterest.

They’re super popular! People love them!

Now I want in on that business!

But there aren’t many golden eagles, blue jays, or woodpeckers around me, so I don’t find their feathers often. But you know what’s way easier than looking for one, fallen feather? Shooting a bird and getting a lot at once.

And thus an innocent market has once again created an unsustainable demand that will threaten bird populations.

And that’s why it’s just flat out against Federal US law to own, collect, or sell almost any wild bird parts!

And MAKE NO MISTAKE! This law is Very Enforced. Wildlife officers Do pay attention to people talking about collected bird parts, and they Will throw the book at you. The fines are wild. Don’t risk it.

THANKS FOR READING THIS LONG-ASS EXPLANATION!

It’s Christmastime, so I’ll add in another historical birdy bit. The Christmas side hunt. It was a game during the Christmas season. Maybe it’s the 26th and all your cousins are sitting around bored to tears with charades. Time for a side hunt! Everybody is split into teams (the sides of the side hunt), and then you all go out and shoot everything you can, the side with the bigger pile of dead animals wins.

Thankfully, with the passing of the MBTA, that ceased. But bird lovers of the time tried to convert people to a new holiday: the Christmas bird count. And that’s why I go out in December to freeze my ass off to systematically inventory how many house sparrows, hooded mergansers, or really-hard-to-ID swallows, I see in one day.

Christmas bird count is the largest citizen science project in the world. Bird newbies are welcome, try contacting your local Audubon Society chapter if you wanna get in on the fun.