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A tiger mother lost her cubs from premature labour. Shortly after she became depressed and her health declined, and she was diagnosed with depression. So they wrapped up piglets in tiger cloth, and gave them to the tiger. The tiger now loves these pigs and treats them like her babies.

As often happens, this items appears to be a case in which someone came across some unusual photos with no explanatory context, so the viewer decided to make up his own background story. The pictures are real, but the accompanying explanation about a mother tiger in California being given piglets to ease her through a depression stemming from the loss of her own cubs is nothing but fiction.

The images displayed above were taken in 2004 at the Sriracha Tiger Zoo in Chonburi, Thailand. Although the Sriracha Tiger Zoo hosts one of the world’s most successful tiger breeding programs, unlike most western zoos it also offers circus- and carnival-like shows, exhibits, and interactions, including (as evidenced here) the mixture of adults and young of quite different species in the same enclosures
The mixture of tiger and piglets depicted in the images above therefore was not something undertaken for functional reasons, but rather as a common form of visual entertainment provided by the zoo for the amusement of its visitors. According to the Pattaya Mail, these tiger-pig nursing relationships have also been reciprocated to the extent that the mother tiger shown suckling piglets was herself nursed by a sow.
Although these pictures might appear charming and innocent, the AWI noted back in 2004 that there may be a darker side to the Sriracha Tiger Zoo, as press reports stated that Sriracha was under investigation for illegally breeding protected wildlife for commercial export and had been implicated in the sale of a hundred tigers to China (where there is strong demand for tiger body parts for use in traditional Chinese medicines). The AWI also noted that in late 2004 the zoo was closed for a month when between 80 and 100 tigers died or were euthanized due to an avian influenza (probably spread via the raw chicken carcasses fed to the tigers) that swept through the facility. [Read more here]

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donnaimmaculata asked: NICE THOUGHTS CHALLENGE. Once you get this you have to say 5 nice things about yourself publicly and then send it to 10 of your favorite followers.♡

For most women saying nice things about themselves still doesn’t come natural. Which is why I’m doing this. We’re conditioned to be modest, self-depreciating, to develop insecurities of being insufficient the one or other way. TO HELL WITH THAT.

1. I’m strong.

I have survived a lot. I went through a troubled and abusive childhood. I was, like many foreign children, bullied. I was neglected. I was never  lauded or praised, but instead was told that I’m not smart, not pretty, not good enough. I survived abusive relationships. I survived drug addiction.

I survived an environment that did not believe in me nor had any interest in letting me survive.

When I was sexually harassed or bullied my parents did not support me—they inevitably said, “That’s your fault. You did something. Why did you have to wear that? Why did you have to look at him?”

I never realised my own strengths, the ability to grow into a decent human being without the support others have. I was often tempted to become insincere towards myself, a mediocre coward or resentful and self-pitying and to not let that happen was an enormous effort.

2. I’m honest

To myself. I try to be brutally honest with myself. I try to be honest to others as well but only after I checked my own intentions first and am sure that my honesty doesn’t mask a desire to be brutal, an intent to hurt. It is important to know yourself, to learn to look unflinchingly at yourself, your thoughts, feelings and actions.

3. I’m brave

I’m almost always afraid. My fears feel often crippling and paralysing. I have endured physical violence as a child, until I was fourteen and my father moved out. I was kicked, punched with the fist, my forehead was slammed against walls. It turned me into a vicious bully myself, full of fear and hateful towards others (and myself). I picked fights with other kids. I was described as a “little psychopath” by teachers. As a young teenager I developed a distrustful and aggressive attitude. I was full of rage then.

With fourteen I asked myself, “Is this who you are? Is this all you’re ever going to be?”

I still remember that night clearly, the moment I decided to fight. I looked up at the night sky, and I found it in myself to forgive my parents, the children who had beaten me, the teachers who had picked on me. Even the man who had tried to attack me with a knife one night. It was the night I realised that we are in fact one, and that every idea of individuality is an illusion. We are in this together, for better or for worse.

I am still fighting my fears, I am still afraid of shadows but I refuse to let my fears defeat me.

4. I’m sexy

I’m pretty hot. I may not be what the mainstream considers as beautiful, but I look at myself and like what I see. I have learned to see myself with my own eyes. I’m not sexy in a titillating, objectifying way. I am sexy because I love sex.

Over the years I have slowly shed the expectations men and the society has in general of women. I have stopped seeing myself through the eyes of others, and doing so allowed me to see who I am.

I am sexy because I am confident with my body’s demands. I know what it likes and I am enjoying myself immensely.

5. I’m weird

Being weird is not something you’re born with or conditioned to be. Not-being-weird is what society grooms you to be. Being weird is staging a rebellion, being curious and inquisitive and go against peer pressure. It’s not being afraid to make mistakes. It’s not being too lazy to accept pre-conceived assumptions. Being weird means to not suppress everything in you, that is deviating from that arbitrary standard people call “socially acceptable”.

In the end, if one is all of the four things above—truly strong, honest, brave and sexy, one ends up automatically weird.

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Tom pacing before a scene in Traveling by Night With Jim Jarmusch doc.

  • Had to make my own gifset, so I have naked torso Adam at the ready.  In my arsenal.  At any given moment.  FOR REASONS.

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I feel you needed to see this…..again…..you’re welcome…

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thank you for throwing these back on my dash.  i’d actually forgotten i made them.  :)

WHO FUCKING LEGALIZED THIS SCENE AND THIS PHOTOSET?!!!!

FUCKING HELL TOM PUT SOMETHING OOOOOOOON

Awwwww the poor baby is cold

*rips his pants off and rolls him into a hearth rug near a fireplace*

Muuuuuuuuuuuch better

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“I mean, that’s the reason he’ll never win, because he’s motivated by hate and the haters never win. I just think that’s true about life, because negative energy always costs in the end.” — Tom Hiddleston

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lgprca:

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when these two got on twitter, but certainly not this.

I think I start getting the allure of #Richlee :p

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jujujoshua:

you know what i noticed?

sherlock is *less* rude to his father than he is to his mother.

when mummy displayed the slightest bit of affection for sherlock (in the form of a caress to the cheek) he immediately sought to remove himself from the interaction, as opposed to when his father displayed affection through his concern for Sherlock’s friends, sherlock simply acknowledges daddy’s sentiment without so much as a second thought.

this observation leads me to believe that sherlock may have spent more time around his father as opposed to his mother, alluding to how he ought to interact with the world given that his father seems to lack social skills as well.

just a thought

it could also lend to the fact that, when his mother was giving affection, it was to him, both times that we see her do it — the one time at 221B and the second time when she threatens to become “absolutely monstrous” towards whomever shot him. But when it’s Sherlock’s father, he’s giving concern to Sherlock’s friends, to John and to Mary, to people that he connects with and relates to. He cares about them, and so anyone who reflects that care towards them, he will accept the sentiment because he feels it too

Now I’m just imagining the Holmeses as young parents:

Mummy - genius, but not very good with kids, so she reads tons of parenting books because she really wants to do a good job (no matter how often Daddy Holmes tells her she’ll do just fine), and the books say that if a child isn’t shown affection by their mother, it gives them all sort of complexes, so she makes a deliberate effort to be affectionate to her children every day…even though she’s a bit rubbish at it, she keeps trying because she believes it’s important.

Whereas, Daddy Holmes simply notices that Sherlock doesn’t like physical affection (witness his cringe when Angelo grabs and hugs him in the restaurant), so he shows his love by verbal compliments instead. (“Well done, Sherlock.” “How extraordinary. Did you do that all by yourself?”)

What I think is even more interesting is how this plays itself out when Sherlock grows up. I reckon Sherlock is much more like his mum temperamentally, which we can see in his awkwardness when Archie and Anderson hug him: “OMG physical contact is expected of me in this situation I have to do something there I patted them that counts right?”

Whereas John, upon hearing Sherlock’s deducing skills for the very first time, responds with a verbal compliment, exactly like Daddy Holmes: “that’s extraordinary.” And Sherlock lights up like a candle.

wonderful!

Awwwwwww.

Or, as one of my friends told me once, boys are ruder to their mothers or more dismissive of their affection because it never needs to be earned. My friend said that while his sister had to be the best in class and help with household chores (something he was never expected to do) she still wasn’t  regarded as precious as him. He never needed to put in any emotional effort to be loved by his mother, which caused him to take women’s love for granted.

The father’s love or respect though needed to be earned, and as a young boy he longed for the acceptance of his father—something his mother caught on early. Whenever she was overwhelmed with his tantrums or bad marks in school she would threaten to tell the father, and my friend’s behaviour would immediately improve.

It makes perfect sense that Sherlock’s father’s compliments mean more to him than his mother’s praise. Mothers always praise their children, but the momentary acceptance of the father seems so much more valuable.

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Photography by Desmond Muckian [HQ]

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Chris Evans, impersonating Tom’s impression of Chris playing Loki, pretending to be Captain America vs Tom Hiddleston, impersonating Chris Evans, as Loki, pretending to be Captain America  

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Tom and Chris moments in Thor: The Dark World gag reel → More fun than should be allowed.

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Fantastic Breasts and Where to Find Them

That second to last panel is chilling.

Look, allegralovelace, à propos what we were saying the other day on LJ.

Yes. I did not always manage to escape from the men living in this mind set but I did escape being part of that mind set myself.

That moment where someone held me down and I was expected to be into it, and I thought “This is not what I want. This is not what I need.”

It’s a small, laughable victory but I treat it as one.


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