Soooooo, I may have seen something that bee post with like a million notes. I suddenly can't find it, but if you haven't seen it, it basically amounted to "vegans can eat honey. it doesn't hurt the bees. They actually prefer it. They make too much and it means a giant ape protects them from predators and the elements. It's a win win. They could leave at any point but they don't unless their beekeeper is doing a bad job taking care of them. Them staying the closest thing to consent for use of an animal product as you can get."
Obviously, big companies still do things that we shouldn't ignore, but local bee keepers and hobby beekeepers often treat their 20,000-80,000 little pets very well. (Obviously, you should still judge on an individual basis)
Anyway, I may have spent an hour and a half making this:
It's supposed to be a Twitter header kinda thing. Feel free to use it! (Let me know if you do? You don't have to, I just like knowing when people like my art :)
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Did you all know that the fanfiction has ARTWORK with the chapters now?
*Wing Kingdom*
"Sir, we understand your pain, really, but we're legally inclined to not allow you to have 1000 wings."
*garbled* "I need more!"
"Look, you've already had 4 of our 150-Wing-Buckets. At least have some water-"
*garbled* "Grrrrruuuugggghhh...m-more-"
*Benson's head turns yellow momentarily, his eyes dilating from the ethereal sight, lips closing shut*
*As if possessed, he arises from his seat, completely entranced by such an ethereal sight, slowly stepping over to the capsule, to Avery*
*Confirmation fully established; Avery maintained a gleeful cheer, eager to show him his 'solver of problems,' courtesy of the beaked blabber, herself, and the infinite cosmos*
[You've already seen Chapter 3's art]
*Several hours later, Thomas remains grounded with his boss, free to idly chat away on his wristwatch*
*Chicken found; microscopic shirt recorder activated; Thomas returns to where Benson laid, Mordecai and Rigby holding a pitcher of apple juice and a platter full of seasoned peas, corn, carrots, falafel, and mashed potatoes*
*Internally, he is disgusted. Externally, he feigns a dopey face as to not upset his couch-bound "superior"*
"Here you go sir."
"You...you're also getting a promotion..."
"Wow uh- that's awesome!"
*"Natalie" boops him on his nose, feeling a slight spark on her fingertip, and leaves at once*
Imbued with a new glow, wincing, hunched over and cursing under his breath with gritted teeth; his abdomen glowed a light yellow, inducing a familiar fear upon the blue jay, a fear that his boss may become an inferno once more. Every object that wasn't bolted down began to swirl around him; even the chair rippled about as if it was sheet metal. Eyes a-flush with an energy never faced not by mortals, the bluest turned to flee, but such excess energy would not go to waste.
*GRIP*
"Ben- OOOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRGGGGHHH..."
Upright, centimeters away from his semi-seated employee; his phalanges were pulsating with a color bordering on vermillion, golden at its innermost point. Dominant hand grabbing a hold of his employee's skull, a cavalcade of dire warnings reverberated through his eardrums, a flurry of cosmic fury that pulsated through his very being. Shuddering in place, sewn into his very cellular fibers, he was told to NEVER, EEVVVVVEEEEEEEERRR mention Audrey or his old beaus EVER AGAIN as he powered down and returned to his seat. Hyperventilation dissipating, he with a placard (now on the ceiling) began to speak.
"Understood?"
*cough* "Y-Y-Yeah..."
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