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My chicken, Agnes, came to us looking almost completely plucked. All the feathers on the top of her head and on her back were gone and there was no sign of any new growth. I thought for sure I’d need to take extra special care of her every winter for the rest of her life.
I even made her a sweater for the winter.
But over the past few weeks, a miracle has happened!!!
The winter must’ve kicked something in her into overdrive, and her feathers have almost entirely come back!!!
These pictures are from today, and I think she’s only going to get better from here. Look at how glossy the new feathers are! She looks like a completely different chicken 😱
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CIRCUS || ATEEZ ot8 || masterlist
genre(s) -> angst, fluff, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au
paring(s) -> ateez ot8 x reader
warning(s) -> abuse, eating disorder, mentions of mental / physical health, cursing, smut, explicit language / scenes, etc.
abstract -> forced to adopt a hybrid becomes harder than the reader anticipated. in which she'll encounter eight troubled and challenging hybrids to take care of. will she be able to handle it?
-> uploading will start on december 04. 2023
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saving a panther and a fox
chapter 00. -> adoption center
chapter 01. -> rehabilitation
chapter 02. -> hybrid activist
side story -> admiration
side story -> mine ( 18+ )
side story -> abandoned
side story -> pervert ( 18+ )
side story -> our pet ( 18+ )
saving a doberman
chapter 03. -> drunk amnesia
chapter 04. -> my angel
side story -> learning
side story -> corruption ( 18+ )
side story -> competition ( 18+)
side story -> triggers
saving two tigers
chapter 05. -> infiltration
chapter 06. -> interviews
chapter 07. -> crime scene
chapter 08. -> black codes
chapter 09. -> adapting to five hybrids
side story -> treatment
side story -> pampered
side story -> bet ( 18+ )
side story -> protagisnist
side story -> muse ( 18+)
side story -> matz show ( 18+ )
side story -> five hybrids
saving a wolf and a golden retriver
chapter 10. -> trapping thieves
chapter 11. -> week of hell
side story -> therapy
side story -> insatiable ( 18+ )
chapter 12. -> case closed
chapter 13. -> beef or chicken
side story -> outlier
side story -> wet dreams ( 18+ )
side story -> kink unlocked ( 18+ )
side story -> switching roomates
side story -> triggers prt.2
saving a bear
chapter 14. -> new celebrity
chapter 15. -> salem trials
side story -> maknae
side story -> apples ( 18+ )
side story -> dynamics
chapter 16. -> eight hybrids
chapter 17. -> finale
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Jungkook
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 Part 4
Jungkook wants to create a home for you- not knowing that that's already what he is to you.
Tags/Warnings: Non-Idol Jungkook, Dog Hybrid!Reader, former criminal!Jungkook, mentions of past neglect/abuse, reader has some pretty bad psychological problems (OCD, Anxiety, Selective mutism, hints at an eating disorder), hypersomnia, road to recovery, hurt and lots of comfort, angst, Jungkook has some problems with aggression and swears a lot, more TBA in future chapters
Length: 1.2k Words
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Jungkook is wary as he walks into the rather.. unique building, old school reformed into what looks like a daycare for hybrids of different ages it appears like.
Some rooms are furnished, others are clearly meant for younger hybrids, and he even walks past a room that’s only filled with pillows and blankets and stuffed animals of all sizes, flooring entirely made up of mattresses. Overall, this is not what he thought the correctional facility would look like- as the man with the cat eyes approaches him, soft smile on his otherwise rather stoic face. “I’m happy you decided to come by so soon.” He tells him, black cat ears moving a little between his equally dark long hair. “Min Yoongi. I assume this bag is for her?” He asks, and Jungkook nods, still not quite understanding.
This man is a hybrid himself. And yet he’s clearly wearing a staff-badge on his casual clothing.
“I’ll explain some of the structure to you while I’ll let staff look through the things- just for protocol.” He tells him, giving the bag to an elderly woman who takes it, after Yoongi writes your tag number on a plastic card and attaches it to the black sportsbag Jungkook brought with him.
“They’re currently having lunch together.” Yoongi says, as he walks down a hall with Jungkook right behind him. “But she’s not very social- and she seems to be wary of most foods, so she eats by herself with the help of staff.” The cat hybrid hums. “We don’t know much about her, only have her paperwork- but we usually like to paint the picture ourselves.”
“Did she... eat well here?” Jungkook asks, hands in his pockets.
“So-so.” Yoongi admits. “The seperation from you clearly made her shrink back into her shell quite a bit. She refused to come out of a corner in her room for hours after she arrived.” He explains, and Jungkook frowns.
“She likes.. Mild cheeses. Like, the animal shaped kind you can get at the supermarket.” Jungkook mumbles. “And simple stuff. Like chicken soup. Or you know.. Anything I eat, really.”
Yoongi chuckles. “You eat animal shaped cheese?”
“Shut up.” Jungkook snaps a little bashfully, when Yoongi opens a door.
“This is her room. Temporary, of course.” Yoongi explains as they both walk in. “See, here’s how it’s going to go down.” Yoongi offers, sitting down on a chair in one corner of the tiny room, while Jungkook awkwardly stands in front of your bed. “I know who you are, and what you’ve done. Your situation isn’t ideal to say the least.” The worker tells him. “But- I filed in for mutual rehabilitation. And the court agreed.”
“Mutual.. Rehabilitation?” Jungkook repeats, unsure. “What does that mean?”
“Exactly what you think it does.” Yoongi shrugs. “You told the janitor back at the carecenter that you’d take on a job if she was to live with you?”
Jungkook fidgets a little, shrugs, as he looks down at his shoes. “Yeah. Maybe at a grocery store. Night shift, or something. So she’s asleep when I’m gone, and.. Won't miss me or something.” He explains.
“Do you have room for her at your apartment?” Yoongi continues to question.
“She could have my bedroom.” He shrugs again. "I could just sleep on the pull out couch in the living room, no big deal-” He tells the hybrid, who chuckles.
“What about food? Do you know what a hybrid needs?” He wonders, leaning back a little with crossed arms.
“I know that she needs supplements? Like, I looked up some, and there’s like.. Little packets? That you can mix with water and it apparently tastes like fruit or something.” Jungkook explains. “and there’s other stuff you can use in meals that don’t taste like anything.”
“You've done research?” Yoongi smiles. “Even though you were so sure you’d never get to adopt her?”
“I.. Was thinking that maybe a friend of mine could. Instead of me.” He explains, carefully sitting on the very edge of the bed. “And he’s never owned a hybrid before so I wanted to make sure I.. could like, give him advice if needed.”
“Well, it might not be so impossible for you to take her in after all.” The cat hybrid jokes. “I’d say, after you go home today, clean up back there. Get stuff ready. They’ll send someone to check your home in a week or so, just to make sure. It’ll be random. Just so you can’t prepare.” He informs Jungkook, who nods, suddenly determined.
If there’s a chance at getting both his freedom, and you at the same time- then he’ll take it.
“Then, you’ll get three weeks trial.” He explains further. “If there’s no hiccups during that time- meaning she runs off, gets hurt due to negligence, or otherwise has complaints- you'll sign a permanent housing contract.” Yoongi tells him.
“Housing?” He asks, confused.
“We.. Don't like to call it ‘ownership’. A little outdated, don’t you think? She’s not a pet after all. Neither am I.” He jokes, grinning a little.
“...true.” Jungkook mumbles, when a woman is heard laughing.
“Hey, careful, you’re gonna trip sweetheart!” She calls out with a clear smile in her tone, when the door suddenly swings open, revealing you- wide eyed, tail wagging fast, instantly tearing up as you spot Jungkook on the bed.
You can’t help it.
You basically tackle the young man, making everyone laugh at how he desperately attempts to not have you fall off the corner of the bed with him together, though you miserably fail at that, ending up on the floor where you squeeze yourself as closely to him as you can, now on his lap.
“I hope they set out an extra plate?” Yoongi asks the elderly woman who laughs.
“Oh, they did!” She laughs.
And indeed, they did.
Though, technically, they did not need an extra chair, as you’re still sitting on his lap at the lunch table, most hybrids already finished and washing their dishes- some with help, others by themselves. You’re happily eating your soup now that you’ve seen Jungkook eat it too- seemingly taking his actions as a sign that whatever you’re eating right now is safe.
“Are they being nice to you?” Jungkook asks you as you finish your bowl of soup, making you nod, before you press yourself back into him. “Yoongi said I can visit you every day if you want.” He offers, and at that, he can feel your tail wag against his thigh. “Though I gotta get your room ready back at my place.”
You look over your shoulder at him in surprise, and he can’t help but laugh.
“What, did you think you’re gonna stay here?” He asks, and you just shrug. “Nah.” He shakes his head, before he smiles.
“You got somewhere to call ‘home’ soon.”
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Emmanuel the Emu: A Story of HPAI Mismanagement
Emmanuel, the TikTok-famous emu owned by Taylor Blake of Knuckle Bump Farms, made national news last month when Highly Pathogenic Avian Influenza (HPAI) hit the farm. According to Blake’s initial Twitter thread, Knuckle Bump Farms lost 99% of their avian flock- over 50 individuals- in only three days. These deaths were attributed both to the disease itself and to a cull carried out by the Florida Department of Agriculture and Consumer Services, who did so with Blake’s permission. Emmanuel and a black swan named Rico were the only two survivors, with Emmanuel left unable to stand, unwilling to eat or drink, and quickly fading. Hundreds of thousands rallied behind Emmanuel on social media as Blake documented Emmanuel’s progress, reaching out to public figures like Dr. Pol of The Incredible Dr. Pol and Bindi Erwin of Crikey! It’s the Irwins for help when she failed to find any other sources for emu rehabilitation. But soon, controversy emerged.
Early on, avian influenza experts expressed concern that Blake was not wearing any PPE when interacting with a presumably HPAI-positive bird. Avian influenza is transmissible from bird to human which, combined with the virus’ ability to mix genes and rapidly change, means that PPE is universally recommended when dealing with a suspected or confirmed HPAI outbreak.
In response to concerns, Blake explained that “Emmanuel freaks out whenever we approach him wearing a mask” and that the farm is on a state-mandated quarantine for 150 days, which is the amount of time HPAI is estimated to survive in the environment under ideal conditions. This quarantine reportedly only allowed Blake, Blake’s girlfriend Kristian Haggerty, Blake’s family, and veterinary professionals to enter the property. “I have taken every precaution recommended by the FDA” Blake stated, referencing the Florida Department of Agriculture and Consumer Services (FDACS) rather than the Food and Drug Administration (FDA).
Many people, including HPAI experts, found this explanation unsatisfactory and instead decided to contact the FDACS and USDA directly. Both the FDACS and USDA work collaboratively to manage avian influenza outbreaks in Florida. Dr. Danielle Stanek of the Florida Department of Health clarified that the DOH can recommend that private individuals comply with CDC guidelines, which includes wearing full PPE when interacting with HPAI-infected birds, but they cannot mandate that they do so. Therefore, Blake’s decision to forgo PPE was hers to make, even if it wasn’t in accordance with the recommendations of the FDACS, CDC, USDA, and Florida DOH.
Just as discourse between experts and Emmanuel fans reached its peak, Blake announced that Emmanuel tested negative for HPAI. Instead, Emmanuel’s sudden decline was attributed to stress. “Emus are incredibly susceptible to stress. He was incredibly overwhelmed by the state coming in and euthanizing our flock . . . He stopped eating the day they depopulated.” His lingering issues- the inability to stand or walk independently, twisted neck (torticollis), continued inappetence and dehydration, and lethargy- were caused by a nighttime collapse that left Emmanuel “thrashing on the ground for hours, trying to get himself up”. “He never once had a single symptom of AI, other than not eating”, Blake stated.
HPAI symptoms in birds varies depending on the species and the individual. In chickens, HPAI often presents as respiratory and digestive distress, followed quickly by death. In other poultry species, symptoms may also include the nervous system, causing “tremors, twisted necks, paralyzed wings, laying down and pedaling”. Ratites- referring to the diverse group of keel-less birds that include emus, ostriches, rheas, kiwis, and cassowaries- also tend to develop neurological symptoms. Notably, emus can present with twisted necks (torticollis), ataxia (discoordination), leg and wing paralysis, inability to stand, decreased food and water consumption, purple discoloration or swelling of the legs and head, and lethargy. This corresponds with many of the symptoms Blake has documented in Emmanuel. And it should, considering that Emmanuel did test positive for HPAI.
Test results completed on October 27th, 2022 at the USDA’s National Veterinary Services Laboratories showed that Emmanuel’s serum sample, collected six days after the start of the outbreak, contained antibody levels that were consistent with recent infection.
When Blake announced Emmanuel’s stress diagnosis, she was likely relying on information provided by a rapid test, which can provide results within 48 hours. These tests detect viral proteins that indicate active infection and virus shedding. Serology tests, on the other hand, look for the presence of antibodies produced in response to infection, not necessarily active infection. For an indeterminate number of days prior to the sample collection (October 17, 2022) Emmanuel had an active HPAI infection that, rather than stress, likely led to his rapid decline.
Why, then, was Emmanuel not included in the state’s cull on Knuckle Bump Farms? An email between Dr. Michael Short, the FDACS’ Animal Industry Director, and Kassandra Curiel of the FDACS’ Office of the Commissioner, answers this question. Dr. Short states that “USDA guidance is that ratites (emus and ostriches), black swans and exotic pet birds do not have to be euthanized due to lower risk”. Blake echoes this on her Twitter, when she says that “the state only focused on the “super spreaders” which are poultry species and ducks. Ratites aren’t included because they typically aren’t as susceptible.”.
This allowed Knuckle Bump Farms’ four emus (Emily, Eliza, Elliot, and Emmanuel) and three black swans (two unnamed females and Rico), to be exempted from the cull. I cannot find any reference, either in USDA literature or anywhere else, that supports Dr. Short’s statement. In fact, all the literature that I reviewed and all the experts I talked to during my research only confirmed the devastating effects that HPAI can have on both ratites and black swans. This, coupled with the fact that three of Knuckle Bump Farms’ four emus and two of their three black swans died when “the virus hit them extremely hard and very quickly”, calls Dr. Short’s statement into question.
The USDA was also unable to substantiate Dr. Short’s statement. When asked how exemptions to culls were determined they explained that, rather than look at individual species, the USDA classifies HPAI-infected domestic birds as either commercial, backyard poultry, or backyard non-poultry. These definitions ascribe risk of potential HPAI spread by determining the level of contact a poultry premise has with other poultry premises. If a private farm or private household, where the poultry does not have any contact with poultry beyond the property, has an outbreak then they are classified as a non-poultry premises, even if they have chickens, turkeys, or other poultry birds. These non-poultry premises can thus be exempted from culling all their birds by being placed on quarantines by state officials, provided that they adhere to the quarantine and continue to not have contact with any poultry facilities. Knuckle Bump Farms does not sell poultry products; therefore, they were classified as backyard non-poultry and eligible for quarantine. The FDACS seems to have added their own interpretation onto this guidance when they specify ratites, black swans, and exotic pet birds as “lower risk”. I reached out to Dr. Short for comment but received no response.
This isn’t the only time Dr. Short and, by extension, the FDACS demonstrated faulty logic. In that same email between him and Curiel, Dr. Short used this comparison to explain why a citizen’s concern about Emmanuel’s exemption from the cull was unfounded.
“I have heard of only one report of a clinically ill human, over the past 1.5 years of a national response to the current avian flu outbreak. The risk of HPAI to the owner is much less than occurred with household pets that tested positive for SARS-CoV-2 (Covid). I am assuming no one would advocate to euthanize all pets testing positive for Covid (At least I have not heard of anyone asking us to euthanize pets).
The risk of avian influenza is constantly occurring with all the wild birds in South Florida. My understanding (not being a human health expert) is the risk to people, especially children and those immuno-compromised at public or private lakes, ponds and waterways from the AI being shed by water fowl is much greater than the sick emu at knuckle bump farm.”
Dr. Ben Golas, a VMD and postdoc with the USGS who is currently working on avian influenza research, weighed in. “It’s a bit like comparing apples and oranges to talk about risk of transmission of COVID vs. HPAI. With COVID, our primary concern is human-to-human contact. [. . .] With HPAI, farm animals are euthanized not only because the disease spreads within the farm flock like wildfire, but also to prevent spreading infection locally to other farms, because HPAI virus can be stable in the environment.”
The CDC agrees. “There is no evidence that animals play a significant role in spreading SARS-CoV-2, the virus that causes COVID-19, to people. […] It’s important to remember that people are much more likely to get COVID-19 from other people than from animals. There is no need to euthanize or otherwise harm animals infected with SARS-CoV-2.” When it comes to HPAI, however, they emphasize that human-to-human spread is rare and often limited to only a few individuals. Bird-to-human transmission is the primary method of human infection, with each new infection increasing the risk that a new, more virulent strain will emerge. This, along with the potential for massive bird-to-bird outbreaks that could devastate both wildlife and industry, is why complete depopulation (euthanasia) is standard for HPAI and not COVID-19.
The FDACS seems to be operating on contradicting and unsubstantiated information when it comes to managing HPAI outbreaks. Unsurprisingly, the employees seem equally conflicted in their internal emails regarding Knuckle Bump Farms. One Florida USDA representative noted, while forwarding a citizen concern about Blake’s lack of PPE, that “her face is real close to a bird that has HPAI”. Another USDA employee responded “actually, in one of the pictures she appears to be kissing it on the head.”. Dr. Kendra Stauffer of the USDA wrote, “. . . part of the allowing the pet bird to live was that there were rules the owner was to follow from DOH, which clearly she is not”.
Other employees, however, were eager to show their support. Commissioner Nikki Fried of the FDACS posted a photo of her, Blake, and Haggerty, and later posted a photo of herself drinking Knuckle Bump Farms’ branded beer while wearing an Emmanuel t-shirt.
Fried’s support generated a lot of concern, particularly amongst local farmers. One Florida emu farmer stated, “my disappointment and concern is 100% with the actions of Nikki Fried as Agricultural Commissioner to allow some birds to be exempt from depopulation, including emus, for no quantifiable reason. Emus are susceptible to HPAI. Emus in other states have contracted HPAI in this current outbreak and they either died on their own or were put down. Research shows they are susceptible to HPAI, and can spread it to other birds and humans. The decision by Fried and FDACS makes no sense and it sets a dangerous precedent.”
Considering that Blake has over 847.4K followers on Twitter, 938K on Instagram, and 2.4 million on TikTok, the precedent the FDACS and USDA have set here is, indeed, dangerous. Many of Blake’s followers learned about avian influenza for the first time through her documentation of Emmanuel’s illness and the state’s response to the outbreak. “I watch for Emmanuel updates every day! This has also been a great lesson for many people in farming education.”, one follower said. Another echoed this sentiment, saying “Thank you for taking the time to let us know what’s going on, and answering questions. You truly are an educator”.
Herein lies the problem. Knuckle Bump Farms is a small, backyard operation. Through social media, however, they reach millions. This specific outbreak of HPAI and its subsequent (mis-)management by the FDACS and USDA has now set the standard for many, rather than the exception. Blake’s public failure to comply with PPE recommendations, the lack of transparency regarding Emmanuel’s true diagnosis, a similar lack of transparency within the FDACS and USDA regarding this outbreak, exemptions to cull protocols made with seemingly no supporting data, and a publicly-elected official openly (and financially) supporting Blake through this process, all pose a serious threat to public confidence in HPAI management and future public health. The concerns of farmers, virologists, public health workers and organizations, wildlife rehabilitators, and animal sanctuaries have been ignored, particularly when they asked whether Emmanuel’s fame and the risk of public backlash led to the FDACS’ decision to leave him and several other symptomatic birds alive. It seems, through this research, that there is more support for this theory than the narrative we’ve been provided until now. It is my hope that, with the publishing of this information, the very real concerns raised by people directly effected by HPAI will be given the weight they deserve.
Please take this opportunity to learn about avian influenza from reputable sources:
Protecting Birds from Avian Influenza
Avian influenza and PPE
CDC Avian Influenza
USDA HPAI Response Plan
Florida Avian Influenza Update (Oct 2022)
A huge thank you to the following experts who generously answered my questions: Dr. Ben Golas, Dr. Jim Wellehan, and Dr. Jennifer Riley.
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Some small things that happened recently, other than the llamas’ shearing:
1. I traded a bottle of my freshly-made elderflower syrup (and some plum chutney from last summer) for a jar of wild peach jam and some homemade pâté, and the chickens went WILD over the latter. I gave them a tiny bit for a taste and then had to retreat to the kitchen to eat the rest because they kept jumping up and down trying to steal it
2. I told the librarian a while ago that I was hoping to rehabilitate the former little pond in my pasture and she came over with her husband and daughter to give me a pond liner they had in their garage (they wanted to create a pond in their garden and procrastinated for 15 years basically.) A very nice gift!! But the highlight of their visit was when we went to the pasture to say hello to the baby llamas, and Pampelune fell in love with the librarian’s daughter. I’d never seen her like this! she just kept staring adoringly and asking for neck scritches and whispering sweet llama things in her ear.
I replied to an ask the other day saying llamas aren’t really animals that enjoy being cuddled, but I guess I’d just never seen a llama with a crush.
3. My little vegetable patch is happy with this warm spring; the 2-year-old strawberry plants are going strong, and I’ve also got tomato flowers and male & female courgette flowers, so all is going according to plan.
My one young raspberry plant valiantly produced two raspberries, which reminded me that I meant to plant more of them. I went to the agricultural store, and told them in passing that the persimmon sapling I bought from them last autumn is looking rather dead, and they gave me a few apology raspberry plants for free. I went home and discovered that the persimmon is actually making one very tiny bud! Now I feel like a con artist :( But look at this shy little thing (on the right), it’s so discreet...
(left: girl courgette blossoms)
4. At the agri store I was invited to enter a raffle to win a 100-year-old olive tree. After filling up the little form with my name and phone number I was granted permission to take a second slip of paper and enter Pandolf’s name and phone number (I buy his kibble there so he is a valued customer). I hope he wins.
5. The sheep that are supposed to trim the grass around the store were napping in the shade, not a single one of them was working. I did not report them, because a sheep union representative came to touch my hand with its nose softly.
6. I also bought (half of) a former wine barrel to use it as an additional trough for the animals—I wanted one near my house so I wouldn’t have to trek across half the pasture on winter mornings to go break the ice, and there are two rivulets there that made the ground muddy, so it was better to dig some channels and add some pipes and have them flow into something. Digging a hole for the barrel was as exhausting a task as ever (so many huge rocks!), I’m glad I’m done with the New Trough project. I also had to rinse the barrel and air it out for a few days because it very much smelled of bordeaux wine, but here it is now, using its transferrable skills to start a second career:
I love hearing this new & very soft trickling water noise when I sit outside my house!
7. Pandolf, on our way home from the agri store, enjoyed the wind in his mane. (That’s it that the last piece of news.)
#crawling along#also! an electrician came to prepare the electric installation for my future greenhouse#progress progress#i haven't planted many things in my garden this year (5 tomato plants 1 aubergine 2 courgettes and some arugula) so i can focus on#getting my greenhouse started once it's built#and now that the new fence is almost done i need to ask the llamas & donkey if they like the taste of raspberry leaves#if not i might be able to plant some climbing rasperries along the fence#but that's a big if
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Outlaw Eddie who puts on a tough guy act in front of everyone else but then he goes home to his sweet farmer husband that bakes him pies, and the tough guy is immediately left at the front door. The second his hat and boots come off, he's no longer wanted outlaw Edward Munson, he's just Eddie. He loves to dance in the kitchen with Steve, enjoys reading on their front porch and talking to all their chickens while he walks around making a crude pattern with the chicken feed.
When he's home, he tries not to talk about what goes on outside of their small bubble of happiness. Steve knows what he does, he knows Eddie is a horse thief but he also knows that Eddie only steals horses from people that treat them badly. Eddie owns a sanctuary a little under an hours ride away from their cosy ranch, it's secluded and surrounded by trees and it's right next to a river. The horses love to follow Eddie around; they trail behind him while he checks the fence line, they nip at his hair when he's trying to tie it up before cleaning their stalls and they follow him down to the river on hot days. Some of the younger horses like to lay in the cool grass next to the river and listen to Eddie strum his guitar while singing Steve's favourite songs.
Eddie and the rest of his gang rehabilitate the horses and then sell them to good people, people that will love and look after them, but sometimes it's hard to see them go. He loves each and every one of them. He spends months with them, training and teaching them to trust people again, feeding them Steve's homemade snacks and whispering secrets to them while he grooms them.
Steve knows when one of Eddie's favourite horses has found a new home because he'll come home and instead of walking inside to kiss Steve's cheek like usual, he'll plop down in the old rocking chair out front and chain smoke for nearly an hour. "Why don't you take a break? We have plenty of savings, Robin could handle the ranch on her own and I'm sure the sheriff would appreciate not having to chase you around for a while." Steve says one afternoon when Eddie gets home a lot grumpier than usual.
Eddie scratches at his beard, it's unkept and a little patchy in places, but Steve loves it. "I have too much work to do." He stubs his cigarette out against his gloved hand and leans back in the rocking chair to look up at Steve, who is leaning against their porch railing with a glass of rum in hand. "I can't abandon them, Steve."
"Taking a break isn't abandoning them, Eds." He swirls his glass and looks over his shoulder at their own two horses, both stolen from bad men and given a new life. "You've earned a break. I can see how much this is affecting you, you've come home nearly every day this week and sat out here like a sad, old man."
Eddie scowls, but he knows Steve is right. He loves his job but it's also hurting him. Each horse he brings in becomes a part of his heart, and it hurts to watch each little piece be taken away once his job is done.
"I guess.. a holiday would be nice." He sighs. He's nearly 40 now and not once has he had longer than two days off. He's tired, so, so tired.
"I'm glad you agree because a carriage will be here in- " Steve looks down at his watch. "20 minutes. We're going to the city for a week."
Eddie can't stop the smile that breaks out on his face as he jumps out of his chair to chase a cackling Steve inside. "You cheeky little shit!"
#i have no idea where this came from but HERE U GO#steddie#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#st4 vol2#steveddie#stranger things s4
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Okay, they’re a Rescue Ranch. Let’s go over the details:
Time and Malon own Lon Lon Horse Rescue Ranch. It was Malon’s father’s rescue, and was passed town to the couple shortly after they were married.
The Rescue Ranch includes a couple hundred actes of land, most of which is flat open fields, but there is some forest area and mountainous areas within their property. They use most of it for pastures.
Their barn houses fifty total horses, and is hurricane/proof, however only twenty-five of those stalls are taken*. Total, there are twenty-one horses, a cow, a donkey, and two mini-horses. Chickens roam freely, as well.
*Taken, as in that’s how many animals are on the ranch. The stables are used almost exclusively for medical purposes/feeding. Otherwise, the horses occupy the many pastures.
The Ranch includes the barn, the main ranch house, and several cabins. The main ranch house is where Malon and Time live. There’s plenty of room in the two story house, so Wild, Wind, Four, and Hyrule all occupy rooms there. The cabins are built on the land specifically for the ranch hands, in case they wanted to live on site but with more privacy than the main house allows. Warriors, Sky, Legend, and Twilight all live in cabins.
At the Ranch, several things occur:
1) Rescue horses—they come from situations of abuse, neglect, or ignorance—are taken in, rehabilitated and oftentimes re-homed. Malom and Hyrule are the head rehabilitators, both having extensive knowledge and experience with horse medicine. Malon just grew up around horses, while Hyrule went to school specifically to learn how to treat horses! Beneath them, everyone helps out with rehabbing the horses :)
2) Training—horses can be boarded there and trained. Some horses need to be broken in, others need to be trained out of a bad habit, or re-trained after being owned by someone who didn’t know what they were doing. Time, and Malon are the head trainers at the stable, with Wild, Legend, and Four. They work as closely with the owners as possible, so that the owner knows what’s happening and can learn to handle their horse in those circumstances properly.
Legend only trains horses with certain temperaments/jobs in mind. Four trains all kinds of horses for English riding.
3) Riding lessons, specifically Western. Warriors, Legend, Sky, Four, and Malon are all instructors.
Warriors and Malon are the only English and western instructors around the barn. They work with all levels of riding, but Malon takes most of the little kids and Warriors takes intermediate and advanced.
Legend knows how to ride English, but he doesn’t like it and so chooses not to teach it. Legend is a Western instructor, for advanced students and little kids. He originally only did advanced students, but then he had to fill in for Malon one day and did surprisingly well with the little ones and they all loved him. After that, Malon would tell him about how all her students would ask when Mr. Legend was coming back and he caved and now takes on the little kids.
Sky and Four take all levels of riding, Sky is only western and Four is only english (although he can ride western too). Sky and Four specifically take kids with dreams of competing, either for fun or professionally in their respective riding classes.
Wind is an intern! He currently shadows Time and Malon officially, learning to ride and train both horses and people. Unofficially, he shadows Legend. Legend is mysterious but experienced, and Wind is nosy and eager to learn. Time also thinks the kid will get Legend to soften up a bit—Legend is a chill guy but something’s hurting him and keeping him little closed off. Time thinks Wind will smooth those rough edges and get him to open up. Wind also hangs around Warriors, just because the captain’s endless patience makes him fun to annoy for hours.
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Thundertober Day Seventeen: Danger
I'm debating taking a break from posting these for a few days, to try and catch my breath and properly review what I have planned for the rest of the month, so this might be the last one for a little bit.
No Tracy Bros in this, but International Rescue is mentioned at the end... kind of. I keep having these stories end on cliffhangers, I'm so sorry!
Anyway! I hope you enjoy!
AO3 here
Days: One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~ Five ~ Six ~ Seven ~ Eight ~ Nine ~ Ten ~ Eleven ~ Twelve ~ Thirteen ~ Fourteen ~ Fifteen ~ Sixteen
Warnings for: Swearing and gang mentions.
Kat's new lead guides her towards a very dangerous path.
Tagging: @thunder-tober@skymaiden32@idontknowreallywhy@mrmustachious
She really needed to start heeding the warnings that were given to her. Perhaps if she had actually listened to her editor when he told her to drop this exposé, she might have actually stood a chance of getting out unscathed.
Yet here she was instead, trapped in a room spewing God-knew-what kind of gas, and all of it was because she didn’t stop to properly investigate what turned out to be a traitorous lead.
TWO HOURS EARLIER
Kat Cavanaugh sat idly in the chair at her desk. Chopsticks were twirled between her fingers whilst her untouched Kung Pao Chicken she had ordered for lunch became increasingly cold in the oyster pail.
She knew she was staring into space, knew her mind was thinking too hard, but she allowed herself to get absorbed in those thoughts because she was running out of time. The report she had been compiling for next week’s hard-hitting edition of EXPOSED! was looking more and more like a dead-end.
There was nothing Kat hated more than a dead-end.
After a fraught meeting with her editor that morning, who had insisted she drop the article and instead focused on the rehabilitation and redevelopment of the Bay area, Kat had been left with a sour taste in her mouth. She wasn’t going to be ordered around, editor or not. She hadn’t got this far into her career to start taking the ‘easier’ path now. That wasn’t how she had made her name, nor was it how she was going to allow her legacy to end.
Instead of dropping the piece, Kat began to focus on different angles she could take. They had all fallen flat because she still lacked that one, vital component that made a story like this credible: evidence. She had no leads, no quotes, no names, no places… The only way she could think of getting any information now would be to try the police again, which hadn’t ended well last time.
Kat had gone out to buy her lunch, uninspired but not fully without hope, and had returned to a gift she had very much not been expecting.
3pm. Hudson Building. Fifth floor. Details of the Serpents revealed. Tell no-one.
The cyber-crime gang known formally as the Serpent Soldiers, less formally as just Serpents, had been a thorn in everybody’s sides, including Kat’s. All sorts of gangs had steadily been increasing over the last few months, all intent on, in Kat’s opinion, the same outcome. The Serpents were the biggest group in this part of the States, and were the only known gang to cross state borders with their membership.
Of course Kat had chosen to write the exposé on them, foolishly thinking it wouldn’t be as difficult (or as dangerous) as it had inevitably become.
The email she had received seemed too good to be true, but when had Kat Cavanaugh ever listened to rational thinking? So, she decided to keep it to herself as instructed. Her editor, who had been so vehemently against her continuing this story this morning, didn’t need to be aware of it.
All she had to do was think of a suitable reason to leave the office in a couple of hours and—
“Kat? Katherine?”
Her colleague, Nessa, had arrived at her desk at… some point. A look of concern dominated her features. “You alright, Cavanaugh?”
Kat flashed her a quick, reassuring smile, and straightened herself up in her seat. Amid all the daydreaming, she hadn’t realised she’d ended up so slouched. Very professional there, Kat.
“Ness! Hi. Yes, I’m fine. Just.. thinking.”
Nessa’s gloriously painted nails tapped on the takeout box, brow arching. “You shouldn’t eat at your desk, you know? Statistics show that your more likely to do work than take a break.”
“I’m fine, Nes. I’ve just got a lot on my plate right now, that’s all.”
Another nudge of the full box. “Damn right you do! Have you even eaten anything yet?”
Kat swatted her hand away with an amused grin. “Not that plate! You know what I meant.”
“Oh. The Serpent article?”
Naturally, her work on the piece had become a source of office gossip.
“Always aiming too high, that Kat. Never going to get a story out of it.”
“Does she think that because she’s interview International Rescue once that she’s some hot-shot journal now?”
“The Serpents speak to no-one. She’s lucky she isn’t already dead in a ditch somewhere.”
Office gossip was something she was, unfortunately, accustomed to, but it didn’t mean it made hearing her peers talk about her in hushed voices as she passed any less painful to endure. Kat always managed to brush it aside and tell herself that she didn’t care when, truthfully, she felt the opposite.
“It will get done by next week, Nes. I’ve just got to get one, solid, credible lead.”
“Good luck with that.” Nessa patted her shoulder. “I don’t envy your task, Kat.”
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The Hudson Building was a half-hour walk away from her office, but Kat gave herself more time, just in case. So far this was her only lead and she couldn’t afford to blow it.
The area looked run-down. Many businesses had moved out of the area years ago, leading to graffitied walls and smashed windows in their wake. As mentioned by her editor that morning, the district had been green-lit a renovation project by the Mayor’s office, but Kat was sceptical of that every becoming a reality. The Bay area had been overlooked for years. She didn’t see why it would be any different this time. In her many years of experience travelling the country for her work, Kat had come to the conclusion that cities like this one needed the run-down areas in order for the ‘prettier’ areas to remain profitable.
She pondered her scepticism as she continued her brisk walk, politely offering a dollar or two to a couple of homeless people as she passed them. The thought of the implications of this area of the city being the meeting spot from a very dubious note had not crossed her mind once.
The Hudson Building had been one of the last to become derelict in the area and thus, from the outside, it had fared better than the rest of the street. However as Kat stepped into the building there was immediate evidence of squatter activity in the lobby. Tattered sleeping bags alongside old pizza boxes, drink cans and the occasional discarded needle.
Kat ignored the faint urge in her that screamed to get out. On tip-toes, she carefully trod over the discarded items, an elbow rising to cover her nose from the smell of the damp and filth, to make it over to the elevators which she prayed still worked.
She was in luck.
The fifth floor was cleaner in terms of the lack of squatter activity but thick dust covered the carpeted flooring. Mould grew from damp walls. This was not a place she wanted to stay in for long.
Kat checked her watch. Five to three. The note hadn’t specified where on the fifth floor to meet. She tried all the doors on the floor. She’d almost given up when none of them had opened for her… until she reached the last one. Offices 545-559. This door was unlocked and, unlike the other handles, was not covered in grime.
Flickering lights met her when she entered. Windows had been blacked out, meaning no light from the outside filtered through. Kat switched on the torch on her phone and used it to guide herself through the empty space.
It was a relatively small reception, with doors that led off to different office spaces, she presumed. Again, as before, Kat tried all the doors. This time, it was the door marked 556 that opened. She made a note of the number, in case it became important for her exposé at a later date.
Office 556 was nothing out of the ordinary. It had a desk in the centre, a couple of broken digital screens on top along with a broken holo-projector. The seats were filthy and, like the reception, the single window in the room had been boarded up.
Kat took a few more steps forward, to see if the screens were working, when she heard the door behind her slam and lock.
Shit.
Immediately, Kat made for the door, wrangling with the handle in an attempt to get it to open.
Of course, it didn’t.
“Hey! Whoever’s out there, let me out! This isn’t funny—”
She heard the hiss of the gas first, unable to see or smell it from the colourless and odourless quality. That didn’t matter. Gas was gas and… this wasn’t looking good.
“Hey! What the hell are you doing? Open this door NOW!”
The more she spoke, the more she breathed. The more she breathed, the more gas she inhaled.
Kat began to cough as the gas tickled her throat. Her heart-rate spiked. Fear began to creep in because fuck! She hadn’t told anyone where she had been going. Nobody knew she was here.
She gave up on the door and ignored the gas that was still being vented in from the gap at the bottom, stumbling over to the desk where she’d left her phone. If she was quick, maybe she would be able to call someone before she passed out or… worse.
“God, don’t think about that, Kat.” She mumbled to herself, arms rising to try and get a signal to her phone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Kat didn’t feel the floor as she hit it, but she knew she had; harsh bristles from the carpet dug into her cheek. Her vision had blurred and she tried so desperately hard to fight the urge to just pass out. On the floor, the gas inhalation was greater.
The last thing she remembered was a pair of familiar looking, blue boots come into focus in front of her.
She knew those boots.
She could have wept happy tears. They’d somehow found her.
International Rescue.
She was safe.
Of course, with the state Kat was in, it was forgivable for her to jump to the most positive of conclusions but, in reality, the truth was far from her hopeful imagination.
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This is possibly leftover eggnog talking, but it strikes me that the wilder animal activists are really a kind of animal separatists. Not only are they against obviously abusive practices, they also don't believe in owning pets, rehabilitative zoos, etc. Which is not necessarily centered on the well-being of animals but more on the thought that people and animals should not interact at all.
And I wonder what the radical opposite of that would be?
I imagine that would be a kind of activism focused on sharing environments equally, human and animal co-existing. Making room for wildlife in the world we have already created. I mean things like the wildlife-only highway overpasses, the insect-friendly yard reclamation projects, etc.
I'm thinking of this largely because of bears. And raccoons and moose and all sorts of wildlife who are venturing into human spaces more and more to scavenge food as human spaces encroach more and more on their territories. I mean ideally we would NOT have expanded into so much wild territory that this became a consistent phenomenon but like, it's already done. The chicken is in the nugget. What can we do to coexist? Obviously feeding them outright is suboptimal, but simply discouraging them is not effective either. It just becomes a never-ending battle and it seems like there should be a better way?
Humans are animals after all. Rather than insisting that we are separate and therefore pushing animals into diminishing wild places until they have nothing left, we should be trying to coexist. Modify our spaces in a way to allow wildlife to thrive.
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FAIR WARNING THAT THESE ARE GRAPHIC SURGICAL IMAGES AND YOU MAY NOT WANT TO WATCH. IT INVOLVES A CHICKEN THAT IS LIGHTLY SEDATED SO SHE DOES MOVE A LITTLE. SHE DID HAVE A LOCAL ANESTHETIC AND SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN IN MUCH PAIN IF ANY.
My Mom contacted the closest farm vet to us. She said she didn’t have any experience with chickens, but if it was truly an impacted crop then she might be able to perform the surgery necessary to fix it. We said that would be fine; if there’s a chance of saving her we might as well try.
Below is a video of the surgery (done on the dining room table and you can see my parrot, Bean, making a cameo) and a photo of everything taken out of her. She was eating her bedding as I recently switched over from sawdust to straw, thinking they might like it better. 🙄 Looks like I’m back to sawdust. This was a nightmare and I’m so so sorry to Patti for not catching it sooner.
My mom took this video because I was busy holding the surgical light lol!
I can’t believe this all fit inside one chicken. Insanity.
Patti is currently doing very well! She’s standing on her own and has been eating and drinking. She receives small doses of amoxicillin 3 times a day, we have a Honey Silver spray to put on the wound to prevent her from chewing at the stitches while also helping prevent infection, and we are feeding her a mash of their usual crumble pellets mixed with sugar and some soldier worms for energy. She also has access to one water that has an aspirin solution (325mg per gallon) and another that has Poultry Cel, which is a high vitamin content solution that should bring her back to her usual self in no time!
#journal entry#chickens#chicken surgery#animal surgery#tw: blood#tw: animal illness#tw: animal surgery#animal rehabilitation#animal rescue
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How to loose weight without loosing your mind?
Trigger warning: weight loss and mentions of ed
I’ve been thinking about making this post for a while. Then I thought „hey it’s good to share your knowledge with others, maybe this could help some people”. This post wont be related to tarot, spirituality or kpop.
Tarot is not the only thing I have some experience in. And I do think I’m the right person to talk about this. I went from around 74 to 60 kilos (my current weight although not my best shape) and I’m like to think of myself of a fit person. Nothing crazy. I’m not very toned but I know how to work out and eat to not go crazy.
And I’m speaking up because I’ve noticed over the years many misconceptions about loosing weight. I saw people promote ways that could lead to eating disorders and health issues.
Disclaimer: this post isn’t made to throw hate on people that use that methods. That’s not my point. I want to debunk some of the things I’ve read on tumbrl on heard on TikTok that make my blood boil. And I’ll share some of my tips that are way easier and sustainable.
Disclaimer #2: I’m not a dietitian, personal trainer or a doctor so obviously even I can say something ridiculous or scientifically inaccurate but I’ll try my best 🩷
Here’s the list of me ranting:
Red color - avoid doing that, this is a result of the “diet culture” and in the end will just hurt your body
Green color - better way to loose weight based on my experience
Drinking a glass of water before a meal. Specifically so you can eat less food. Some people may disagree but that’s a terrible habit that could change your brain’s biochemistry. You’re teaching your own mind it’s good to eat less. And this could seem small but in reality could become dangerous. Eating disorders are hard to get out of because firstly it’s a psychological problem and secondly sick people create dopamine whenever they don’t eat enough. They are literally high, just like a drug addict. That’s why they often need rehabilitation. And just like a drug addict you can go from drinking a glass of water to not eating for an entire day.
Restricting yourself from eating the foods you like, because they seem “healthy”. You’ll eat them anyway because you enjoy it and one day you will just break, eat more that usual, you’ll feel guilty and then you’ll stop eating. Then you’ll body will tell you to eat more, you will and the cycle repeats. There’s no such a thing as “healthy” or “unhealthy” food. We can divide them into carbohydrates, protein and fat. No food is bad, the amount of it is. Let’s say you’re like me and you love chocolate. I eat it everyday. Because it’s not bad. Eating sugar (carbs) isn’t bad, if you have one piece of candy. Having a whole bag of candy is bad, because you only eat carbohydrates. A healthy diet is a well balanced diet. If you eat apples everyday that’s unhealthy, because you give your body vitamins that only exist in apples. You have to eat an apple on Monday, on Tuesday eat a banana, and on Wednesday eat an orange. It’s not about the food, it’s about the balance of eating everything.
What helps you keep that balance is a 80/20 rule. Only 80% of meals should be well planned and high nutrient. 20% is that Oreo cookie that you want. It’s impossible to eat healthy meals all the time. This method makes you feel like you don’t restrict yourself too much to loose weight so it’s easier to stay motivated.
Cookie is not an apple. Never say you’ll eat an apple when you crave that cookie. It’s not going to satisfy you at all. You want a cookie so you go to eat it. If you want to eat fried chicken for dinner, are you going to be happy about getting a salad? Eat it but keep in you mind the rule above. If you eat that cookie the next snack you should have is that apple.
Changing your entire routine. This also makes things harder. Not impossible, I know people that quit smoking in one day. But changing your whole routine is a shock for your body. This includes your diet and exercising. If you’ll go to the gym and spend an hour running on a treadmill, then you’ll move to lifting weights for another hour, choosing more advanced and complicated exercises, you’ll start hating it. Not from the start, but slowly you’ll grow resentment because you’ll be too hard on yourself. This will feel like a punishment and it’s not supposed to be. Working out should be fun and eating well should be natural.
Small steps. Trust me. Running for an hour is bad for you if you’re not fit enough to do so. But trying to run for 10 minutes or walking more. You’re moving so that’s already something. And by doing things slow, step by step you’re building a habit which gives better long term results.
Loosing a lot of weight in a short amount of time. If you see an influencer saying they lost 30 kg in 3 months because of a miracle diet, ignore them. It’s impossible to do that unless you don’t eat anything at all. And this will ruin your body. Most of people that loose their weight like that gain it back after they start eating normally again. I could do a separate post about the consequences of loosing weight too quickly.
Cutting protein, carbs or fat from your diet. Your body is like a house of cards. The base of the pyramid consists of protein, carbs, fat, water and vitamins. Let’s say you’re not eating carbs at all. It’s like pulling one card out of the fundaments. The whole construction will fall aparat as well as your body if you do this. Unless your doctor recommends you a certain diet, don’t stop eating every type of food.
Comparing your results. We are all different and some people will loose their weight faster some will slower. Don’t compare your results with strangers. We all have different DNA. Focus on your own journey and experiment to find the ways that work best for you.
Also find a form of exercising that is best for you that you enjoy the most. You can do weight lifting, pilates, calisthenics, whatever you’d like. There’s so many of them. Don’t stick to one activity. And finding something that you like makes loosing weight way easier, because it won’t feel like a chore. It’ll turn into a hobby
Overworking your body. If you owned a Yorkshire terrier would you make it pull the sleight like a Husky even though you know they won’t make it? Or would you try to squeeze a German shepherd into a doghouse that was made for a chihuahua? Everybody would call it animal abuse so don’t do it to yourself and listen to your body. We all have limits and genetic predispositions 🤷🏼♀️🩷
These are only some of the things I came up with. I could write more if I tried but then I’d feel as if the post is way too long.
And I’m going to post it under the kpop tarot tag because I’m aware how idols look like. There could be someone that should read this 🩷🩷
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Secret Friend
Liz x Male reader
"Okay, now. Try to let go of the railing and then walk off. I will catch if you fall down." The nurse said.
Y/n bit his lower lips and arched his eyebrows as he slowly let go of the support railings and slowly walks on his own.
He fell down almost immediately. The nurse and his family members quickly try to help him up. Y/n put up his hand and refused any help from anyone. He held on to the support railings and gradually pulled himself up.
Slowly, he gathered all his strength to pull himself up and stand up. He took a deep breath in and out, and then let go of the support railings.
He finally was walking on his own!
The nurse congratulated him and clapped. His mother shed tears of joy and hugged him. Y/n smiled and laughed after seeing himself finally standing up.
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"Your legs might still be weak since it's not used to walking much often. So make sure to take a rest and walk when you feel like your legs are weak." The doctor said, looking at his reports.
The doctor then thought for awhile and looked at him. "I recommend you continue using the wheelchair until your legs have fully rehabilitated. Meanwhile continue to train your leg muscles. That's all, come back in a month and we will look at your leg's condition."
Y/n and his parents thanked the doctor and they left the hospital.
"To celebrate you finally being able to walk on your own. Me and your mom will go and buy your favourite fried chicken for you!" His father said.
Y/n cheered. As his parents went to buy the friend chicken, he decided to go around the streets slowly. It's been long time since he's been out of the house, he thought.
Y/n held on to his wheelchair and slowly walked around. "Walking had never felt so nice." He smiled, in thoughts. He tried standing up for awhile before feeling his legs straining and sat down on the wheelchair heavily.
Suddenly, his phone received a call. Curious, he decided to answer it, in case it was someone he knew.
As soon as he answered the call, he heard a voice of a girl crying and saying, "Mom!!! I don't think I can continue doing this... I feel like giving up." The girl continued crying for awhile until Y/n said, "I'm sorry but I think you got the wrong number."
There was an awkward silence and then the voice of the girl replied, "I'm sorry." And then the call was hung up.
Y/n was surprised by this happening, the girl seems to be going through a rough time and was looking for some words of comfort or encouragement from her mom.
He then send a text message to that number,
'Hey, it seems like you are going through something difficult right now and needed someone to talk to.'
'Don't give up on whatever you are doing! Persevere and things will go well soon. :)'
He added a smiley face, hoping that it will make him seem friendly. A read sign appeared under the message sent.
Soon, the girl replied.
Unknown: 'Thank you.'
Y/n: 'No problem! I had some problems with walking recently and today I managed to walk without support for the first time today. So if I can do it. You can too!'
Y/n put his phone down into his pocket before lying back on his wheelchair and was happy he had helped to motivate someone.
He was smiling to himself when his parents came back from buying the fried chicken.
"Why are you smiling?" His mom asked.
"Nothing, I just feel happy today." He replied, still smiling. Happy that he had helped to motivate someone else and the fact that he is able to walk on his own today.
At night, he laid on his bed and was watching YouTube when he thought of that same girl. Y/n messaged the number again.
Y/n: 'Hey how are you doing now?'
Unknown: 'I am okay. Thanks for the motivational message that you sent me earlier.'
Y/n: 'No problem. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here.'
Unknown: 'Thank you'
Y/n was happy that he had helped someone, he hoped to go back to school after the holidays ended and hopefully by then, he would be able to walk fully on his own and completely remove any reliance on the wheelchair.
As the days go past, Y/n have returned to school and his legs have recovered fully. He have been talking to the unknown girl too, being friends with her and giving her motivation when she needs it.
One day, he graduated from high school and was extremely happy about it. Talking about it to all his family and the secret friend unknown girl too.
The girl then send a clip of her singing a congratulatory song to him.
Unknown: Happy graduation day! Here is something as a gift for you. Hope it's okay and you like it.
Unknown: Congratulations.mp3
Y/n: Thank you! Let me hear it.
Y/n: Wow! You can sing very well! By any chance.... When you wanted to give up and called me by accident, was it about singing?
Unknown: Yeah...
Y/n: Well... See, you can do it! Not giving up was the right decision! By any chance, are you a trainee or aspiring to be a singer?
Unknown: Well, I'm actually a trainee but Im not telling you any more details.
Y/n: Oh it's ok.
Soon, Y/n entered into a university and started studying. Working part time at a nearby convenience store near his school during the holidays or weekends when he has free time.
A new girl group debut soon and it was IVE. Even during the promotion teasers, he was talking about it to the secret friend.
Unknown: You are excited for IVE to debut?
Y/n: Yeah! I think I like that group already! The members all look so pretty and cute.
Unknown: Ohhh.... Do you like any of them in particular yet?
Y/n: Well... All the members look like nice people.
Unknown: Then what do you think of Liz?
Y/n: She looks cute and is very pretty from what I see in the promotion video.
Unknown: Ahh, for me. I like Liz the most.
Over the next few weeks, Y/n have been keeping up on IVE and even realised that the place where he works at is nearby StarShip Entertainment place.
Y/n: Omg! I discovered that right around the corner of the street of the 7-eleven where I work at, that's the location of StarShip Entertainment office!!!
Unknown: really?? Maybe now you can get to see some of the IVE members in person.
Y/n: Yes!!! Hopefully... I haven't got a chance yet though.
Unknown: Maybe tomorrow is the day!
The next day, Y/n was working in the convenience store normally at night. When some girls walked in and wearing masks, looking at the items in the store while sometimes taking a peek at Y/n who was the only staff at the time and swiping the floor and arranging the items neatly on the shelves.
The girls brought some items to the counter and Y/n quickly came over to the cashier counter and scan the bar code for the items. As one of the girls was taking out some cash from her wallet, Y/n realised it was...
"Oh my god! Are you guys IVE!?!?" Y/n asked in surprised, mouth wide opened.
"Yes.... We were craving some snacks. So we decided to go come here and buy some." Yujin said as she handed the money to him.
Y/n nodded and started packing the snacks into a bag for them. While he was busy packing, the members all looked at and nudged Liz.
As Y/n handed over the bag of snacks to Yujin, they all turn around to walk over before Y/n called for them.
"Wait!!!" He shouted
They looked back at him, wondering what's wrong.
"Well ugh, can I get an autograph please?" Y/n asked, holding his hands together.
"Sure!" They replied.
Y/n quickly entered the staff room and scrambled for a paper and a marker. He quickly found a bunch of paper and took one along with a marker.
He quickly came out and put the paper down for them to sign. As the members took turns to sign the paper, Y/n's heart was beating fast as he was extremely happy to have met IVE in person and getting their signature.
"Goodbye!" The members waved at him as Y/n waved back happily at them.
Y/n: You wouldn't believe me! I got to see IVE today and asked for their signature!
Unknown: See? I told you that you might get to see them today!
Y/n: You are right! I was so happy to get their signature and meeting them in life!
Unknown: I know!!! You looked so funny when you actually asked if it was IVE and you opened your mouth wide.
Y/n: wait... how did you know?
Unknown: What?
Y/n: Were you there?
Unknown: Well actually, I have a friend in IVE and she told me about the encounter with a guy in the 7-eleven store near their company office. So I'm guessing that's you.
Y/n: Wow! Who's your friend in IVE?
Unknown: (doesn't reply for awhile)
Unknown: Well I'm good friends with Rei and I'm extremely close to Liz!
Y/n: Oh wow! It's cool to be friends with an idol.
Unknown: Well, I guess so.
Next week, after Y/n's exams are over, he was worried that he might not pass one of the exams and ended up failing the subject.
It takes a week for the results to be released and meanwhile at the same time, Y/n was kept worried about it.
Despite the unknown girl trying to talk to him and ask him about his problems, he didn't say about it.
While he was working at night and there were no customers, Y/n felt hungry and decided to take a cup noodle and eat it.
Meanwhile he received a message as he is eating.
Unknown: Hi!
Y/n: hi
Unknown: Are you working now?
Y/n: Yeah
Unknown: well, are you busy now? Maybe you can talk about things that are bothering you.
Y/n: Actually it's just school stuff, I'm just worried about an exam. Don't worry about me.
Unknown: maybe I can help to talk and make you feel better?
Y/n: It's ok... Oh there are customers here. I gotta go now. Bye
Unknown: Bye
Then Y/n puts down his phone and continue eating his noodles slowly while poking at his noodles from time to time.
At the same time, someone is outside looking at him sneakily.
Soon, that person entered the 7-eleven store.
"Welcome to 7-eleven" Y/n greeted the person, bowing down and then continuing to finish his noodles.
While the person looked around at the store, Y/n had finished his noodles and thrown away the packaging at the rubbish bin.
As the person comes to the cashier and makes some purchases for some snacks and chocolate bars.
Y/n scan the bar and takes the money from the person and realised it is Liz!!!
"Oh my god! You are Liz!" Y/n widened his eyes and his mouth was in an small "O" shape.
Liz smiled and giggled at his reaction.
"Yes!" She smiled and greeted him.
As Y/n hands her the receipt, Liz handed him a chocolate snack and asks him if he want to take a photo together.
"Yes! I would love to take a photo!" Y/n excitedly say. Both of them then posed for a selfie together, using his phone and her phone to take one photo each.
"Wow, thanks. I have been unhappy recently. And this really cheered me up." Y/n said after taking the photo.
"I heard someone I know is a good friend of yours?" Y/n asked.
"Huh?" Liz was flustered.
"Oh yes! Uhm her name is Won-Ji." Liz added.
"Oh so that's her name..."
"I tried asking for her name and she didn't want to give at the time." Y/n said.
"Well goodbye then," Liz said.
"Bye!" Y/n waved at her, smiling.
Y/n then look at the chocolate snack that he received.
'Stay happy and smiling :)'
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A barnyard of ghoul headcanons... pertaining to the animals living on the abbey’s grounds. Let’s go.
-The abbey has a small farm attached to the grounds, because selling things like milk and eggs is a good way to fund smaller projects and facilitate community outreach.
Or at least it started out that way, now it’s kind of like a petting zoo/animal rehabilitation center of sorts, because as it would turn out, there’s a lot of animals that need homes that aren’t just cats or dogs.
For example, they have three peacocks strutting around the place, a pair of bonded ducks, one very spoiled emu, an alpaca, a whole flock of chickens, a handful of rabbits, and, of course, a couple of goats.
-The ghouls work there on rotation, usually in pairs, or in ghoul/human groups to avoid mischief, but some of the ghouls definitely like it more than others.
-Rain is very fond of the peacocks, because he thinks they’re rad as hell, even if one of them is a complete dickhead, Swiss is buddies with the emu, and Dew keeps getting followed by the ducks.
-Whenever people joke about taking a “roll in the hay”, Mountain gets upset, because “That’s their food :(”... he doesn’t get the euphemism.
-Cumulus has managed to teach the chickens tricks. It would be endearing and cute... if it weren’t for the fact that she specifically taught them how to attack on command.
-The rabbits are named after the ghouls, which has lead to a very funny bunny family tree.
Put simply, they thought they had two female rabbits.
Cumulus and Cirrus.
Now they have eight.
And lastly;
-Dew has sleeps in the chicken coop at night sometimes when they know foxes are about.
So far, they have not lost a single bird.
#Lamp rambles#shitghosting#nameless ghouls#ghost band#the band ghost#ghost bc#nameless ghoul headcanons#ghost band headcanons
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Sun and Moon show Beastars au.
Two of my hyper fixations put into one.
Just like in beastars, in this universe, predators(carnivores) have instincts to kill and eat prey animals(herbivores) and prey animals have instincts to be scared of or even run away from predators, even when said predator is clearly being friendly.
Prey animal species
Sheep
Goats
Alpacas
Llamas
Deer
Moose
Pigs
Horses
Donkeys
Zebras
Okapis
Giraffes
Elephants
Rhinos
Gazelles
Tapirs
Cow/Bulls
Monkeys
Gorillas
Lemurs
Koalas
Kangaroos
Red pandas
Sloths
Rabbits
Mice
Rats
Squirrels
Chipmunks
Chinchillas
Groundhogs
Beavers
Porcupines
Chickens
Ducks
Swans
Ostriches
Parrots
Toucans
Tortoises
Iguanas
Moths
Butterflies
Bees
Ants
Crickets
Flies
Predator species
Wolves
Coyotes
Foxes
Tanukis
Dogs
Dingoes
Hyenas
Cats
Lions
Tigers
Leopards
Snow leopards
Jaguars
Cheetahs
Tigers
Caracals
Lynxes
Raccoons
Weasels
Skunks
Opossums
Otters
Anteaters
Bears
Bats
Owls
Eagles
Hawks
Falcons
Seagulls
Pelicans
Secretary birds
Herons
Alligators
Crocodiles
Caimans
Chameleons
Snapping turtles
Snakes
Frogs
Toads
Spiders
Wasps
Hornets
Scorpions
Dragonflies
Mantises
Species of the main characters:
Freddy: Bear.
Monty: Alligator.
Chica: Chicken.
Roxanne: Wolf.
Sun: Lion.
Moon: Snow leopard.
Eclipse: Tiger.
Eclipse: Lynx.
Bonnie: Rabbit.
Lunar: Sheep.
Bloodmoon(old design): Wolf.
Ruin: Deer/Coyote hybrid.
Autumn(me): Red panda/Snow leopard hybrid.
Sun was lucky to be the one in a million animals born without instincts, so he doesn't have the urge to eat prey animals.
Bloodmoon on the other hand has very strong instincts and many prey animals have gone missing because of him, including his old roommate.(a groundhog named Chester) Bloodmoon doesn't want to eat prey animals, but his instincts are too strong. So Autumn, who is part of the predator rehabilitation foundation(P.R.F for short) became his new roommate to keep an eye on him. The main story will be about Bloodmoon trying to become friends with Lunar, with Autumn making sure Bloodmoon doesn't lose control and eat Lunar.
#Fnaf#glamrock freddy#glamrock bonnie#glamrock chica#montgomery gator#roxanne wolf#sundrop#moondrop#sun and moon show#sams lunar#sams eclipse#sams earth#sams bloodmoon#sams ruin#beastars#alternate universe
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˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :Emily: Random Headcanons:;
Vegetarian
Would be vegan if Pelican Town had the resources for it
Knows how to read palms/tarot decks/birth charts, is a crystal girl, and can see auras
Probably psychic in some way
Only has lucid dreams
Has a dream interpretation book
In modern days, she'd eventually find out about reality shifting online
Proceeds to shift her first try
Law of attraction enthusiast
Heavy into astrology and knows way too much about it
Cleanses the house with incense every week
Salts the windows
Spell bowls
Has brass witchbell's on the front door and her room door
Moon and sun water
Does an egg cleanse on the last Sunday of each season to clear her energy for the beginning of the next one
Candle magic
Favorite music is Folk, Jazz, and Psychedelic Rock
But also obsessed with the band Toto
Maximalist when it comes to interior design
Organized clutter, but make it aesthetic
Everything she decorates with is colorful and homemade (or bought from a small business)
Etsy lover
Commissions Robin to make every single piece of furniture she owns instead of just buying it from a store
Also commissions Leah for paintings, small carvings, and sculptures as often as possible
Buys everything Elliot publishes
All of her clothes are either handmade by herself, or bought from Sandy
If you have sheep, she will buy ALL of your cloth
If she ever moved out of Pelican Town and to the city, she would either start a spiritual shop that hosts group meditation classes, or an animal rescue & rehabilitation place
Climate change activist, hosts and joins protests in big cities
Green Party member
Rarely watches movies that aren't Studio Ghibli
Doesn't drink except for special occasions (like a graduation or bday party)
But does microdose shrooms and smoke a little weed every now and then
Amazing cook
Specializes in turning meat dishes vegetarian friendly
Gets a lot of "exotic" spices and ingredients from Sandy's shop and the Desert Trader
Makes her own oat milk
Has to make vanilla oat milk for Haley
Sandy imports peanuts and almonds so Emily can make her own nut butter
Makes a lemon pig every New Year's
Would feed the pigeons and squirrels in Zuzu city
Anti-car
Heavy pusher of buses and bikes
Is friends with Krobus and Dwarf
Dwarf still steals from her like everyone else, but she's fine with it cause he's silly and adorable
Buys your void eggs/mayo to gift to Krobus
Tries to make Dwarf and Krobus friends but it doesn't really work
Wants to be friends with Rasmodius but he's a major introvert & hermit
Will bother him until he let's her in though
He'll eventually become Emily's teacher and give her that forest spirit potion he gave you
The Junimo's adore her and see her as both a motherly and spiritual figure
Also after drinking the potion, she'd visit the talking bear in the secret woods every weekend, making sure to bring him fresh syrup in exchange for stories of the magical world & his life
Naturally clumsy and accident prone
It stresses Harvey out
Is Shane's only friend, besides you
They get along surprisingly well
Probably because she was so persistent in getting to know him
And she's very accepting and caring
Opposites attract i guess
She bought a blue chicken from him and let's it live free-roam in the house
Haley hates the chicken
It pecks her when Emily isn't around
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For the prompt game: “You’re a terrible cook.” (Mostly because the bit about Obi-Wan making nutrient rich meals in t&t has ruined me forever, thanks)
oooooh ok so i felt like y'all might riot if i wrote another t&t snippet without actually updating the fic (the next chapter is in the works i swear)
so this prompt is still about obi-wan's terrible yet nutrient necessary dishes, only it's set in the fix-a-sith au. no worries if you haven't heard of it!!! it's only 3 posts lol but i thought about it when i read this prompt. basically, jedi treat force users falling to the dark side as a sickness that one can heal from if they have a firm connection to the Light side. So it's standard practice for a Jedi to marry a Fallen Jedi turned Sith in order to rehabilitate them. Jedi!Obi-Wan gets tapped to marry recently Fallen Jedi Watchman Anakin. They, of course, fall in love as well.
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Obi-Wan’s new husband is, to put it lightly, terribly unenthusiastic to wear his last name. That had been the very first thing he’d said, actually, upon their meeting. He’d looked Obi-Wan up and down with Sith-sick yellow eyes and sneered. “I’m not taking your last name, Husband.”
Obi-Wan had smiled, only half ruffled at the Fallen Jedi’s open hostility. “That’s alright,” he’d said pleasantly. “I can take yours. Obi-Wan Skywalker. What do you think?”
The Sith had fallen silent and still at that, but it was obvious in the Force how much base parts of him enjoyed putting his name on someone else. Sith, after all, were very possessive individuals. The Dark Side demanded it.
Of course, officially Anakin’s name was changed in the Temple registers to Anakin Kenobi. It’s a necessary part of the filing system, how they keep track of the married Siths, and the records provide a helpful start and end-date for each couple.
After all, it’s common practice to divorce once the Sith has been nursed back into the Light by their Jedi spouse. Why keep a live-in nurse when the patient is no longer suffering from an illness?
If, that is, the nurse survives the live-in part.
Obi-Wan isn’t quite sure he will.
He’d volunteered to be on the list of marriageable Jedi back when he was newly Knighted, on the same form where he agreed to be an organ donor. He hadn’t expected, as the years trickled by, to actually be called on to fulfill his promise. But then he’d received a missive, calling him back from the warfront: Jedi Watchman Anakin Skywalker had fallen to the Dark Side in the Tatoo system. He’d been sedated and brought back to the Temple, and the healers had decided that he needed a bonding and a marriage with someone pure and Light in order to have a chance at beating the illness of the Dark Side.
Obi-Wan supposes he should be flattered at being chosen for this. After all, Anakin Skywalker is a very, very powerful Force user. The Jedi Council’s certainty that he would be strong enough in the Light to bring him back is unexpected and honoring. That’s the word. He should feel honored.
Mostly he just feels a headache coming on.
No one told him that the fearsome Sith were really just overgrown younglings. He’d equated the marriage with nursing in his head. Wrong sort of nursing, apparently.
“You’re a terrible cook,” the Sith says from across the table. He’s lounging in his chair, chin tilted up and eyes half shut as he watches Obi-Wan move around the kitchen. “Horrifically inefficient. And I haven’t seen you touch a single spice. Will this be more bland slaw?”
Obi-Wan clenches his jaw slightly before releasing his irritation into the Force. There is no emotion, there is peace.
“Is this the Jedi plan? Bring me back to the Light by forcing me to eat unseasoned and overcooked chicken?”
Obi-Wan closes his eyes. There is no passion, there is serenity—”
“I might just, if it means I can put something with flavor into my mouth.”
Obi-Wan grabs the nearest available spice and dumps it into the pot.
“Do you take criticism, Jedi?” The Sith asks. Are all Sith so very obnoxious, or is Anakin Skywalker just special?
“Far better than you, I imagine,” Obi-Wan is saying before he can stop himself.
The Force grows colder around them, but Obi-Wan will not give the man the pleasure of seeing his face and whatever emotion is on it right now. He does not turn around.
“What was that?” Skywalker asks, sounding curious. Deceptively curious. “I don’t think I heard you right.
“Perhaps the Dark Side is affecting your hearing,” Obi-Wan replies lightly. The chair scrapes as Skywalker gets to his feet. Obi-Wan refuses to turn around, even now. He is being idiotic. There is a viper, a Sith, behind him, who could strike at any moment, and he is putting his pride first.
This is probably how the Jedi who have died trying to rehabilitate their Siths lost their lives.
“What do you have to criticize me about?” Skywalker is suddenly much closer. His hands fall onto his hips and squeeze.
Obi-Wan says the first thing that comes to mind, which feels like a mistake immediately. “You’re a terrible kisser.”
If possible, Skywalker’s hands tighten. “I am not.”
“Oh, but you are,” Obi-Wan disagrees, thinking back to the one and only kiss they’d shared. The Sith had requested it, probably wanting to see how much bullshit Obi-Wan would tolerate from him. Obi-Wan had kissed him, mostly to prove that he could tolerate a lot. “Much too wet.”
Skywalker snarls behind him and forces him to turn around. His eyes are bright yellow and burning orange, like two suns staring into his soul. The bond between them, sickly and weak as all beginning bonds between Jedi and Sith are, twitches and comes alive. “I’m not a bad kisser.”
“I’ve had better,” Obi-Wan replies, wetting his lips for reasons unknown, even to himself.
His husband snarls at him. He is quite handsome, Obi-Wan supposes, what with his tan and his square jaw and his soft lips. And his hair is nice as well, blond curls that cascade down his head to hit at his shoulders. He must have been able to pull anyone he wanted in the entire Tatoo system.
Too bad he ended up Fallen and married to an old and washed up Jedi.
“Don’t worry, darling,” Obi-Wan murmurs, reaching out a hand to rest on Skywalker’s cheek. “Perhaps kissing with skill is something no Darksider can do. You’re the only Sith I’ve ever kissed, but I suppose I can do my own research if you would like?”
The Force grows oppressively heavy around them and Skywalker’s hands graduate from his hips to the small of his back. One sneaks up to latch around the back of his neck. “You wear my name,” he growls. “You’re mine.”
There’s the possesssiveness of the Sith.
Obi-Wan studies the lines of his face curiously. “I didn’t think you liked me much,” he replies cautiously. “Why should you care?”
“You’re mine,” his husband repeats, bringing their foreheads together. Obi-Wan tenses, but the Sith doesn’t seem to have any further designs. He just breathes against his face as the Force twists and turns around them.
Carefully, Obi-Wan reaches out across the bond. He thinks this could probably be a teaching moment, but he doesn’t exactly know where to begin. The idea of telling the Sith currently clinging to his front to give these pesky, negative emotions to the Force feels trite and useless and probably how at least one Jedi has died.
“Yes,” he says instead as he lets his Force signature twine and tangle with his husband’s. “I did take on certain vows when I married you. One of them was to not kiss another, no matter how terribly my husband kisses me.”
“Let me try again,” Skywalker requests lowly. Obi-Wan blinks.
“Pardon?”
“Let me show you how good I can be. For you. Because you’re mine.”
Obi-Wan pauses. Obi-Wan processes. Obi-Wan deflects.
Because—it’s an unspoken rule, really. One may marry a Sith in order to rehabilitate them back into the life of a Jedi, but one should never ever take advantage of them by touching them…carnally. They’re sick. They’re not in their right minds. To sleep with a Sith would be to use them without their proper consent.
It’s very, very hard to remember that when there is a very attractive Sith rubbing up and down his front, practically begging for his touch. Obi-Wan could show him how to kiss. Obi-Wan could show him a lot of things.
No. That must be the dark side’s influence. There have been cases where Jedi married to a Sith have Fallen as well, so contagious was the illness. Obi-Wan cannot slip. The Council has entrusted him with the care and keeping of Anakin Skywalker. He cannot fail.
“But dinner’s ready, darling,” he murmurs, carefully tilting his head away. When he still feels the compulsion to grab Anakin by his curls and kiss him senseless, he forces himself to turn around in the man’s grip and pick up the spoon he’d been stirring the food with. Picking up a small piece of vegetable, he turns back around and offers it wordlessly to his husband.
Without breaking eye contact, the Sith leans down and bites the food before carefully licking the spoon clean. After a second to chew and swallow, Anakin raises his head and tilts it slightly to the side. “What’s that? The flavor? It’s new. Different from your other awful dishes.”
Obi-Wan’s dishes are simply and carefully made to give the consumer precisely the amount of nutrition one needs for a day’s activities and to keep one healthy and filled. Obi-Wan does not say this though. Who knows what his husband would respond with?
“Love,” he says instead, because he knows it’ll make his husband shiver and go hazy in the Force. “It’s made with love.”
It’s made with paprika.
#asks#obikin#fix a sith au#prompt fill#obi-wan: let me give my horniness to the force so i dont fuck my husband who is practically begging to be fucked#anakin: if i was not already fallen this would be the interaction that would make me fall#love writing a vaderkin ngl
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