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Someone requested a list of my pets with their tags, and it seemed like something that might be useful, so I’m gonna give it a go. I’m putting it behind a cut, though, since it may get long.
If you are looking for previous pets, that post is located here.
For this WIP Wednesday, I wrote:
For a grand total of 10,772 words (meeting my 10k goal... even if it was a little spread out)
Thank you to everyone that sent asks and made my birthday WIP Wednesday so much fun!! I hope you got a lot done, and I will see you next week!
Hi! Happy birthday and "Sentinel" for WIP-Wednesday, please!
Alright, this is the one I didn't get to last night after I finished the chapter, so here's the last WIP Wednesday ask from yesterday! Thank you! Tallies to follow shortly!
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Steve flings open the door to Family Video, or opens it as fast as it will go considering the tight hinges, jangling the bells so loudly it startles Robin even though she’d watched him walking up. She throws an empty video case at him, and he has just enough reflexes to bat it to the floor but not enough to catch it. He scoops it up, and gives her a look.
“Well, don’t scare me like that!” she tells him, setting down the tape the case goes to. “What’s wrong?”
"We need to talk."
Sentences for In Sorrow, please? (And wishing you a birthday In Happiness!)
Going for the saddest one eh? Alright, this bit covers this ask plus the ones from @kidsomeday and @nysscientia for the same
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“I told him that Eddie saved us,” Dustin says, before Steve can come up with anything else. “Protected us… in the earthquake. And that he…” Fresh tears well in Dustin’s eyes and Steve’s throat closes up again.
“I’m so sorry,” he manages. He has no idea how they’re supposed to explain the lack of a body. No idea what they’ll do if Wayne blames them for his nephew’s death. “I only became friends with Eddie recently, but… he was a good guy. I would give anything to trade places.”
“No,” Wayne says, scrubbing at his face once more as he straightens. “Don’t talk like that, boy. If he- if my Eddie gave his life savin’ you, then you respect that, and you do something with it. You make it worth it.”
Steve swallows and nods quickly, unwilling to argue with that.
I’m part of the “Eddie Munson is strong but he’s not super jacked and he has a soft tummy” club. In fact I’m the president.
Happy birthday! Submitting a second ask for WIP Wednesday with "Bangfic CH14"
OKAY, so I fell asleep before getting to all the things last night, so I'm gonna run through all the same-hat asks in a single post.
These are bits from Final Pack, which I wrote on to share since I can't share bangfic (but I did write the sentences for bangfic too, obviously)
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“Does she know? That he’s out here?”
“Charlie?” He shook his head. “He didn’t want to get her hopes up, in case you said no, or- or knew it wouldn’t work. Steve, he- he loves her more than I could possibly explain. You have to understand that he would never hurt her. He would do anything for her, and she’d deserve it. Charlie deserves the whole world.”
Steve’s eyes shadowed, but he nodded. “You love her, too.”
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“I’ll do it for you, though.”
Confused, Osker turned back. “I said I won’t want it.”
The quirk of Steve’s brow told Osker he definitely heard that lie. “I mean that I’ll bite him, because you’re the one asking.”
Osker’s heart picked up again, making him a little light headed. The way Steve looked at him, like he still wanted to bite Osker, should have been unsettling, but all it did was stoke warmth in his belly. “Why?” he asked, cautious. “What difference does it make, who asks?”
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“And you’ll tell him that the venom might kill him,” Steve said firmly. “It could go either way with him. You make sure he’s willing to take that risk. If he loves his mate, he should consider what it would do to her to lose him.”
“I’ll tell him again,” Osker agreed. “I’ll make sure he understands. Do you- do I need to stay again, too? Like before?”
‘Of course, I remember you.’
As far as first words go, Eddie’s were a hell of a head-scratcher.
To catch up the uninitiated, everyone in the world has a soulmate. It’s been debated and speculated if a person can have more than one, but the mechanics behind soulmates was a pseudo-science at best and downright magic at worst. The first words a person’s soulmate spoke to them were inscribed somewhere on that person’s body, typically in their soulmate’s handwriting.
Doesn’t handwriting change over time? The uninitiated might ask, to which Eddie would repeat, it’s pseudo-science or magic. Either that or something like quantum mechanics, where people are pretty sure, one day we’ll understand how it works, but right now there are a lot of theories and only a little bit of evidence, most of which contradicts itself.
Most of the time, the words are boring and wholly unhelpful. He could count on two hands the number of people that simply had some variation of ‘hello’, tattooed somewhere on their body. From Eddie’s point of view, he got lucky.
He had a sentence of scratchy scrawl written on his inner arm stating, ‘of course, I remember you’. And really, what the hell was Eddie meant to make of that?
Typically, your tattoo lets you know you’d found your soulmate upon first meeting, but his words implied he’d meet his soulmate before they first speak and that it would be memorable. Wasn’t that goddamn frustrating?
His soulmate’s first words were right up there with ‘hello’ in Eddie’s list of ‘top five worse soulmate marks,’ because how the hell were those poor bastards meant to know if they’d just met the love of their life or if it was just their weird neighbour Tom? With his number one spot reserved for Gareth’s truly horrific, ‘I’d thought you’d be taller’. His soulmate was original. He’d give him that.
There was no surefire way to know your soulmate’s gender, same as there was no surefire way for a mother to ‘just know’ a baby’s gender before it was born. Yet if Eddie was being sacrilegious, as he so often was, he’d say he ‘just knew’ his soulmate was a guy.
We all got old at breakneck speed Slow it down, go easy on me Go easy on me
by Gerard Donelan
For historical context, this is about making a panel for the AIDS quilt, a memorial project which began in San Francisco in 1985. Due to the stigma surrounding both homosexuality and AIDS during this time, victims of the epidemic were often cremated and disposed of or buried without ceremony, their bodies unclaimed by their families or origin or held by hospitals rather than released to same-sex partners.
Each panel in the AIDS quilt memorializes a life lost to the disease. Each panel is 3′ x 6′ (approximately 1 meter wide and 2 meters long), the approximate dimensions of a cemetery plot. The quilt, which then consisted of 1,920 panels representing 1,920 individuals lost to AIDS, was first displayed in Washington DC in 1987. The public response was immediate, positive, and overwhelming, and the quilt began taken around the country to be displayed in more cities. At each stop, the names of the dead were read out loud. At each stop, more panels were added.
By the time the quit returned to the US capital in 1988, it had more than 8,000 panels.
The quilt continues to grow. Today, it has over 50,000 panels memorializing over 100,000 of our dead. It’s too large now to physically display in its entirety, but you can view the entire thing online. There are also curated virtual displays of just panels which honor the Black and native people killed by the virus because in the US (and likely abroad, although I don’t know enough about public health elsewhere to say so with confidence), communities of color are disproportionately impacted by epidemics, as we have seen time and time again.
If you’re unable to access the quilt, here’s a zoomed in screenshot of the bottom left corner:
The quilt is made up of several panel, each panel itself consisting of 1 to 8 quilts.
Here’s a screenshot of the whole thing:
This is only about half of the people - our people - who were left to die because the government didn’t think “the gay disease” was a problem. This is why we march.
Steve didn’t know how to show people he cared about them. It wasn’t something he’d learnt growing up in a household with absentee parents and later, emotionally distant friends. So when he finally got to a place where he was ready to try and show others what they meant to him, he didn’t know where to start.
Steve had craved physical touch for as long as he could remember. Something as simple as tousling Dustin’s hair or letting Robin hug him was hard, despite how much he enjoyed it. So he started with something simpler. He made sure the people he loved had their needs met.
Whenever someone needed a place to spend the night, he’d offer up the Harrington household. He’d drive them wherever they wanted to go, no matter what the time of day. He also made sure they were taking care of themselves.
When Eddie somehow weaselled his way into the list of people he loved, he knew he was in way over his head.
Wow.... so you’re telling me you took an action that resulted in the death of one person...... to save the lives of many people.... who would have died if you did nothing??? that sounds so familiar
Can you elaborate the story of the ”Free Willy” orca (forgot his name). From my understanding the orca couldn’t survive in the wild and imprinted on hunans to the point that he seeked out human compaionship
Oh Keiko. His is a sad story. In 1979, he was tragically captured from his native Icelandic waters as a calf and, after bouncing around for several years, was sold to an amusement park in Mexico City that would eventually become Six Flags Mexico. It was here that he found fame as the star of Free Willy, a very sweet and very fictional story (a favorite of mine as a child!) that later spawned a trilogy, all while convincing the public that it’s easy to free a whale.
The tank you see in the movie is the same tank Keiko lived in during his time in Mexico. Intended to house dolphins, it was incredibly undersized, and the water was far too warm for an orca. Worst of all, he was isolated from others of his kind, with only the companionship of his human caregivers and a few bottlenose dolphins. The years of poor husbandry took their toll on poor Keiko, and he was lethargic and in ill health when his story because known throughout the world.
Although many parties were involved in what happened next, Warner Bros. studios (the filmmakers behind Free Willy) and the Humane Society of the United States (HSUS, my beloathed) were at the forefront. Once it became public knowledge that the real Willy was not, in fact, returned to the wild to live with his family and was still living in that too-tiny pool, many of Keiko’s fans (mainly children) began writing letters asking for their favorite cetacean movie star to be released.
Doesn’t that warm your heart? *she says sarcastically*
Some time—and an incident in which Michael Jackson (yes, that Michael Jackson) tried to purchase the whale for his personal collection—later, Keiko’s owners relented. It was decided by the newly formed Free Willy-Keiko Foundation, founded by Warner Bros. and cell phone mogul Craig McCaw (and still in operation to this day, unfortunately), that it was time to make fantasy a reality and set Keiko free. In 1996, Keiko was transferred to the Oregon Coast Aquarium for rehabilitation, where he would spend two years.
Under the quality husbandry and veterinary care Keiko received in Oregon, his health began to improve. In my opinion, this beautiful habitat, with trainers who loved and cared for him, should’ve been his forever home. One would think this was the plan all along, considering his trainers were still doing waterwork with him. That doesn’t exactly scream “this animal is a candidate for release!”
But the HSUS and Free Willy-Keiko Foundation had promised the children of the world that Keiko would return to the wild. Think of the children, people.
In 1998, Keiko tasted the crisp saltwater of the Icelandic seas for the first time in nearly two decades. For the next four or so years, Keiko lived in a sea pen, with the intentions of gradually habituating him back to his native environment. Over time, his trainers took him on longer and longer “walks” in the open ocean. One day in 2002, the walk didn’t end.
Keiko was free.
15 months later, he was dead.
The cause of death was pneumonia, the most common disease of cetaceans both in the wild and in human care. He was 27 years old (average life expectancy of a male orca is about 30 years).
Perhaps it would’ve been worth it, had Keiko spent those last 15 months with his long-lost family. But he didn’t. Though he was occasionally observed trailing pods of orcas, Keiko never rejoined a wild pod. Instead, he spent those 15 months traveling the coasts of Iceland and Norway seeking out the only family he knew. Humans.
Keiko would approach swimming children, allowing them to ride on his back as he had with his trainers over the years. He would follow boats in search of food and companionship, as his caregivers had interacted with him from boats during his ocean walks. These escapades became so frequent that the local government passed ordinances to stop its citizens from interacting with the whale. Although the HSUS claimed otherwise, Keiko was never again a truly wild whale. He was a whale dependent on humans, humans who ignored the advice of experts and tried to bring fiction to life. In 2009, the journal Marine Mammal Science did a retrospective review of Keiko’s rehabilitation and release. They determined it was a failure.
Despite this, Keiko remains a poster child for anti-zoo activists. The still-hypothetical Whale Sanctuary Project (my even more beloathed) uses Keiko as an example of why their experiment is a good idea, tugging at heartstrings of well-meaning animal lovers like HSUS did all those years ago.
In reality, Keiko was quite possibly the worst candidate imaginable for release. He was a fully mature male, with a history of poor health, who had spent decades in the care of humans with absolutely no contact with others of his kind since he was basically a toddler. The decision to release him was made entirely on emotion and carried out by movie executives and animal rights activists. For further insight into the political and financial woes of the release, I highly recommend Killing Keiko by Mark Simmons, one of Keiko’s caregivers throughout the rehabilitation process.
RIP Keiko. You were a beautiful, sweet man who inspired millions 🐳
With the recent news of Miami Seaquarium’s intent to “release” their elderly killer whale Lolita (Tokitae), please remember Keiko. Much like him, Tokitae was captured from the wild as a youngster (nearly a decade before Keiko himself was taken) and has lived with only the companionship of humans and smaller dolphins. She has spent over half a century away from the wild and other orcas, and it has been genetically confirmed that none of her wild family is still alive. Like Keiko, the only family she knows are humans.
Don’t let Keiko’s death be in vain. Don’t let the same fate befall Toki.
me reading about the same two characters falling in love over and over again in new settings
stop listening to music and start listening to the sounds of nature. the “eagles?”The “rolling stones?” The “beetles?” Come into the beautiful forest with me and you will find all of those things friend…. I promise….If you just believe<3
In the beautiful forest you will also encounter the “mountain goats” and “corn” and “monkeys” and the “killers” and the-what do you mean what was that last one? Nothing haha don’t worry about it…………… <3
much to Yahoo's chagrin, Firefox is actually the new pdf
Starting in 1986 two men committed a string of 26 bank robberies, amassing over half a million dollars in stolen cash during their three-year spree. Their crime spree was one of violence intertwined with a tender romance.
The two men would walk into a bank at separate times, one a few minutes after the other, the second man would pull a gun and fire a single shot into the ceiling to attract the attention of all the tellers and customers. The first man would then take charge of the situation and order everyone down on the floor, keeping them all at gunpoint while the second went to the bank teller.
After they had got the cash they came for, they would share a quick but passionate kiss, pictured above, as what police and case experts believe was a final goodbye, just in case one was killed by the police during their getaway. They would always do this, with security cameras catching the intimate moment before the two ran, often hand in hand, from the building.
The lovers were never caught, it’s believed that the two of them either died in an unrelated crime or moved on to other things as the laws surrounding bank robberies changed and sentences became longer. If anyone has any information please contact the New Jersey police or your local police department.
that alphabet completionist blog has activated something in me so now i think i'm just gonna start making posts where it seems like a quirky little joke at first except underneath i subtly try to include all the letters. already made one but it didn't catch on so now i have to make more. i realize this might be a bit silly and pointless of me but i don't care. i wanna win the alphabet
you could at least tag me if you want to suck my dick
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
26/26
The FP snippet was delicious! ANOTHER! (Pretty please. 😊)
Okay, I really wanted to hit 10k today but there were distractions all over the place, so WIP Wednesday will have to continue tomorrow. This will have to be the last one for today :(
WIP Wednesday | Make me write | The Final Pack
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Osker’s face scrunched up, and he finally forced himself to take one step back, trying to find space to breathe so he wouldn’t agree. He could say yes, even though the idea terrified him. Taking a bite and running off with wolves would give him the opportunity to answer all his questions about supernatural creatures being people. He could find out for himself what Rhiley was going through. They could help each other, if he stayed.
Except, that wasn’t why he had come out here.
“I can’t, okay?”
happy birthday, hope you've been having a good one so far! to join in the effort of hitting 10k on this wip wednesday, a little bit of BF ch14?
Of course! I can't share that one, so I'll write on it and share some FP!
WIP Wednesday | Make me write | The Final Pack
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“You don’t want him to be alone,” Steve continued, still so gently, close enough that Osker could feel the heat radiating from him in the chilly January air. “I get it. But it doesn’t have to be that guy.” He reached across the space between them, soft, human fingertips brushing the skin of Osker’s wrist in a bid for attention. Osker dragged his gaze up, dark eyes meeting pale. “I’d make you part of my pack, if you asked.”
Bangfic CH14 for WIP game, also, a very happy birthday!!!
Thank you!! It was an absolutely lovely day all around!
WIP Wednesday | Make me write | The Final Pack
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“Okay, look,” he began, catching Steve’s gaze. “I get that you’re leaving, and we can’t stop you, and we can’t make you help Rhiley. Fine, whatever. But… if you’re gonna abandon him to sink or swim, at least give him something. Give him a packmate. Once you’re gone, he’ll go lone wolf, right? I’ve been reading about it.”
