eddie consistently making grand speeches to his club and band members about how much he despises jocks and heâd be caught dead before befriending any single one of them
hard cut to eddie messily making out with steve sitting pretty in his lap, and eddieâs desperately grinding and humping against steve like a dog in heat and panting between kisses âoh god i need you, so fucking beautiful so perfect, need you so bad, steve, please pleaseâ
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Do you have any advice for an apprentice tracker and bone collector?
Absolutely! If you have any specific questions, I always welcome folks reaching out. Iâm also happy to identify mystery tracks, although Iâm most familiar with species in North America, specifically the NW region, but I do have some SW desert species under my belt now too! A lot of the species are similar enough that I can at least narrow it down, I found that to be the case when I stumbled upon tracks in the UK as well :)
The resources listed below are mostly North America-specific, because Iâm a naturalist in North America! Iâll mark ones that arenât in bold.
Some resources for bone collecting:
Finding animal bones
Animal Skulls: A Guide to North American Species by Mark Elbroch
Skulls and Bones: A Guide to the Skeletal Structures and Behavior of North American Mammals by Glenn Searfoss
Mammalian Osteology by B. Miles Gilbert (very hard to find and expensive when you do, but this book is at the top of my wishlist)
And please research animal parts and collection laws for your area!
Some resources for tracking:
Programs:
(All of these I know some/all of the trackers and can vouch for them)
Tracker Certification North America / CyberTracker
Wilderness Awareness School + Queer Nature (WA state)
Swan Valley Connections (MT state)
Nighthawk Naturalist School (OR state)
San Diego Tracking Team (CA state)
Four Corners Wildlife (various SW states)
Original Wisdom (online, around North America and Southern Africa)
Tracking Connection (online and around the NE USA)
Online:
Facebook: Animals Donât Cover Their Tracks, Tracks and Signs of European Animals, European Wildlife Tracking, Tracks and Sign of Reptiles and Amphibians, Original Wisdomâs Tracking Community, CyberTracker Bird Tracks and Sign, CyberTracker Specialist Evaluation Study Buddies (for folks who are actively going towards a professional or specialist certification)
iNaturalist projects: Animal Tracks and Sign, Bird Tracks and Sign, Found Feathers, North American Animal Tracks Database, European Animal Tracks Database.
Websites: Bear Tracker (Kim Cabrera), Nature Tracking (Jonah Evans), Feather Atlas (U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service).
Books:
The field guides circled are the ones I use the most. If I could bring just one book with me into the field, itâd be Mammal Tracks & Sign second edition by Mark Elbroch.
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a little bit of TNP canon divergence, as a holiday treat :3
Firestar stares down at his Clan, all clamoring for the punishment of his daughter. Until this morning she had been their trusted medicine cat, beloved by all, and now it felt that every cat in the clearing had turned on them both. They didnât have another option for a medicine cat. It made the most sense for Leafpool to continue her duties, regardless of whether she took Crowfeather as a mate if he remained in ThunderClan. Firestar didnât love the sometimes-dramatic and always-prickly tom but he did love his daughters. One of whom had been gravely injured in the fight with the badgers, and couldnât properly recover without the attentive care of her littermate.Â
He digs his claws into the stone beneath him as Thornclaw, fresh from the grief of losing his sister, who Firestar named and Leafpool had healed countless times, calls for his daughter to be exiled from ThunderClan. Dustpelt, sometimes-faltering but always-fair, calls for her to simply lose her position. Mouseburr cries that Thornclaw is right, and Firestar canât help but remember the way her glare glittered when Longtail challenged him for his right to be in ThunderClan countless seasons ago. And Longtail, loyal and understanding what it is like when tragedy attacks you like a dog, rebuts that she can learn the life of a warrior, once sheâs done learning the life of a queen, and Leafpoolâs dearest friend Sorreltail, full of the grief of losing her brother, bristles to ask what thatâs supposed to mean. Her mate Brackenfur, fresh from losing his littermate, stands beside her and cleans Cinderkit with steady licks, and Firestar finds himself envious of the tom, able to grieve Cinderpelt in peace.
Sandstorm steps up to his side as Crowfeather comforts a miserable Leafpool in the leaderâs den behind him. Firestar wishes desperately that Graystripe were on his other side, able to sway the Clan with his words of love and devotion across Clan lines, but instead the wind blows cold and the Clan clamors and Sandstorm whispers quietly in his ear that he needs to do something, and that she doesnât think the Clan will stand for Leafpool remaining in her position.
Firestar knows she is right, but something in him wails and breaks - must he always fight for his place in ThunderClan? For his kitsâ place? He wishes Cinderpelt were here. She took on more of Yellowfangâs attitude than he did, and always knew just how to resolve this sort of impossible issue.Â
âFine,â he hears himself say. âI hear your concerns. Leafpool will not remain medicine cat.â He hears his daughter sob behind him. Cinderpelt loved her, took just as much delight in training Leafpool as Firestar had found in training Cinderpaw. âShe will give up her lifeâs calling, but no other Clan has a fully trained medicine cat able to provide ThunderClan aid.â This, finally, quiets the clearing. Too caught up in righteous persecution to consider the full results of their actions, he thinks grimly, and lashes his tail. âSo she will first train one of you to take her place. Who will step forward to claim the title of medicine cat?â
He finds spiteful satisfaction in the discomfort of the Clan below him, in the way everyone shuffles their paws and looks around, hoping that someone else will take responsibility for their actions. âBrightheart, you have some knowledge of herbs,â he says, and she makes eye contact with him. He gives her the slightest of nods - he knows she does not want this, but he must make his point.
âShe canât!â Thornclaw cries, and Cloudtail leaps to his feet.
âShe has a mate,â his nephew spits, anger in every strand of fur on his pelt.Â
Firestar drives the thorn in deeper. âShe would need to renounce her mate,â he agrees simply. âBut youâre right, surely that would be too much to ask of her. A cat without mate or kits would be ideal. Longtail, for example, would be fit for the role.â
âHe doesnât have the temperament for it!â cries Mouseburr.
âHeâs retired. He shouldnât need to leave his retirement as a result of Leafpoolâs mistake,â calls Spiderleg.
âWould you like to be medicine cat then?â Firestar asks the young warrior. âYou have no mate or kits, and plenty of life ahead of you to dedicate to healing your Clan.â It takes all he has to keep his voice flat and cordial, putting on the airs of a leader making any other decision for his Clan.Â
âYou canât do that to my son,â Dustpelt snarls, ears pulled back and tail lashing. âHe has already lost so much.â Leafpoolâs loss, of course, means nothing to him.Â
âWho then?â Firestar demands, leaning over the edge of the highledge. âYou are so quick to call for her demotion, so who will take her place? Or is it only easy to lose everything you have worked for when it isnât you losing it?â he yowls, unable to keep his voice steady or even. âCan you only demand suffering when it doesnât affect you and your kin?â
âFirestar,â Sandstorm hisses to him. âStop this.â
âNo,â he says, fire filling his chest. âI have made my decision, and as ThunderClanâs leader, my decision is law. Who will do their duty to the Clan and the Code and step forward to become medicine cat?â He was sure that they could hear him clear to RiverClan, but he couldnât find it in himself to care. âMartyr yourself for her pain,â he snarls to the Clan below him. âOr condemn us to die of disease.â
Yesterday was my birthday (yay) and one of my gifts was an awesome Vintage Collection Kallus figurine:
Only we didn't know who'd sent it.
I took this picture, then unpackaged him and posed him with my Hallmark Zeb (they're of size, it's so cute) and had a glorious time playing with my dolls, as one does on one's 42nd birthday, then told my partner "I'll post around and see if someone from one of my discord groups sent him to me."
Y'all when I tell you I laughed myself hoarse when, HOURS later, my partner checked his order history and sheepishly informed me that he was the mystery gifter, that he preordered Kallus in April and then promptly forgot about him--
In his defense, April/May kicked our asses this year. But still. Hilarious.
Also:
I don't know how Kallus' hand got into position there. I am innocent of this crime. Yup.