These young magpies arrived at the centre recently after their nest was accidentally removed from a tree. Luckily they had not been harmed, but they were very hungry!
After a checkup from our vets they were moved into one of our incubators for some rest. They will be fed and cared for round the clock by our amazing volunteers and will stay with us until they are old enough to be released.
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Our orphaned animals are very hungry! Over their time at WAF they will eat their way through almost 15,000 cans of dog food and every little helps! If you would like to help us during our busiest season please consider donating. Every pound given helps us save more wildlife.
Taking a break from all those breeding and finally got the
time to finish off Battle Tree. I’m taking days off work for New Year
Happy Holidays to everyone! :D
I know it’s a bit late but… oh, well!
I’m done with Super Singles for now. I’m gonna continue to Double and Multi after New Year.
Oh, my Dragonite destroyed Red’s whole team solo, twice, on normal and super single. I’m a bit disappointed tbh.
It’s still amusing tho how silent Red can be.
I also love how he just stand there waiting for us after
his defeat, and then shoved all those Mega stones to our face without
saying a word… Like, I imagine his face totally saying “Don’t say
anything, I know you want it”.
And I just encountered Guzma, ma boi! He’s levelled up to the title Pokemon Trainer. I’m so proud of him.
You can also scout Guzma and take him as your partner in Multi. I’m totally taking him when it’s time to face Red & Green. (Still hoping to encounter him with his Golisopod tho)
If only our character can squat like him too!
I’ve also scouted Grimsley, Anabel, Colress, Mallow, and
Cynthia along the way. I’m playing Moon, and I heard Sun has slightly
different characters that you can scout… Is that true? Well, I haven’t
seen Kiawe and Plumeria so far, even tho I’m sure I saw someone
encountered them in Battle Tree.
I’m still trying to beat Wally! His Magnezone… it destroyed my team and broke my chain twice yo wtf
Sturdy + Magnet Rise + Bright Powder literally NOTHING hits it. That’s just dirty. Totally unfair.
For anyone wondering/needing help. Here’s my Battle Tree team for Singles:
(level them to at least 50 because it’s the cap for BT)
Adamant Dragonite @Choice Band + Outrage
(this set generally solo OHKOs everything that isn’t a wall or doesn’t
resist it, only problem is Dragonite is pretty slow and weak to ice)
Timid Tapu Koko @Life Orb + Thunderbolt
(backs up when Dragonite is down)
Timid Gengar @Gengarite/PoisoniumZ + Sludge Bomb & Shadow Ball
(fairy killer and speed backup if Outrage fails)
**Mentioned moves are mandatory, the rest is your call. All mons preferably have perfect IVs/Hyper Trained & fully EV trained.
Headcannon of sweet pea dating girl who is vegan? Have a good day/night❣️
i’m vegan 🌱
• he’d definitely pull stupid vegan jokes on you 24/7
• “i’m so hungry.”
• “there’s a tree with green, tasty leaves. i’m sure your neighbours won’t mind.”
• “not again, pea.”
• him not quite understanding the concept
• like why would you much rather eat tofu than meat?
• “but it’s so good”
• “so is tofu. wanna try?”
• eating plenty of chocolate infront of you
• “you sure you don’t wanna try? it’s chocolate.”
• “there’s also vegan chocolate.”
• he loves making fun of your eating habits but he would never actually force you to eat something you don’t want
• he just loves annoyig the shit out of you
• he stores some vegan food for you at his trailer
• like vegan ice cream, vegan chocolate
• “it’s actually not that bad.”
• him secretly trying out vegan recipes so he can cook for you
• “so, apparently vegans eat zoodles?”
• “you’re the sweetest, pea.”
first meet Jimin when you’re five years old, your white wings barely
functional; carefully, cautiously, you try to lower yourself onto the ground, and manage to accidentally land in a pile of…deer…poop. You wince and gag.
Jimin, who had been chasing
flitting shadows and stretching his ebony wings nearby, witnesses the incident and laughs, (unbearably)
“Shut up,” you growl, clenching
your fists. “Mind your own business, damn demon.”
He only laughs harder, as if set
on pissing you off. Thoroughly annoyed, you bend down, grab a handful of the literal shit, and chuck it straight at his face.
He doesn’t laugh at you for a
good few years after that.
Just because I toooOoOoOtally don’t have 104398234 other works in progress……… :) I’m sorry this ended up way longer than I’d intended for it to be AHH the idea stemmed from a small talk between Hoshit and I, what the hell happened??
((((Also heavily featuring Mingyu because Meanie is life))))
okay so lets just say
Wonwoo’s a garden fairy that’s only five inches tall
He can shapeshift himself into a human-sized entity, but that kind of drains his powers a lot, so he tries his best to stay fairy-sized for as long as necessary
This tiny winged boi has been guarding this patch of grass at the back of a small single-story terrace house for the longest time.
His calling is to care for the gardens of the one that lives in the house
But the house has been left uninhabited for almost a dozen years
Wonwoo’s just left to wander about the fields
Yunno, just to make sure they stay healthy and green
He can’t really leave too, since it’s basically the sole purpose of his existence
Eventually gets too lazy and/or tired to tend to the weeds that are overwhelming the plot
Potential tenants enter the house with the landlord, but most of the time they leave without any promise to return
He even gets disdainful glares from the women when they glance out at the untended garden
But it’s not his fault…
It gets really lonely sometime and he gets unmotivated to carry out his job especially since there’s no one there to help him
The hills rise up past cities and towns. They are dotted with firefly carcasses, flecks of industry through the trees, and hungry eyes.
The sound of train whistles echoes softly at night. Bears roam where the empty tracks were. There are no stations. You are a pioneer.
Bees? No. Wasps. Ladybugs. They survive the winter better than you now.
We want a casino. We do not want a casino. We want a casino. We do not want a casino. We want a casino. We do not want a casino. We want a casino. We do not want a casino. We want a casino. We do not want a casino. We want a casino. Outside, the wind blows through fields of empty wallets.
It is Christmas. There is snow. It is New Year’s. There is snow. It is MLK Day. There is snow. It is St Patrick’s Day. There is snow. Happy Easter. There is snow. Beneath the snow, there is snow.
Ghosts are everywhere. Wailing revolutionaries in tattered coats, alive and dead, wait outside of abandoned armories and abandoned houses.
The potholes from the never-ending chill of winter make roller coasters of backroads and highways. Soon cars will fly.
You want to send your representative a letter. One week later, it comes back unmarked. The mailperson shakes their grizzled head. The east does not exist. The east does not believe the west exists. You do not exist. Mail service in the void has been suspended until further notice.
The trash left against tree trunks has been there so long it will soon develop life of its own. You would like to hear its stories.
The Connecticut River is high. When you drive by again, it is low. On the way back you see dinosaurs roaming the dry valley their bones call home. Tomorrow it will be wet and high again.
The Vietnamese restaurant across the street now has signs in Spanish. Everyone speaks Spanish. Your family speaks Spanish. Try as you might, you cannot form your mouth into the words.
You finally have enough money to sign up for classes at one of the desperate colleges. But when you arrive they have doubled the price. They have tripled the price. They have quintupled the price. College will cost your life savings. The price is infinity. The limit does not exist. You collapse weeping.
The weatherperson’s promise of sun is an incantation against it. You buy a charm for rain.
Your blood type is black coffee. You must drive long distances to receive transfusions. Dunkin Donuts can put sugar in your veins, and Starbucks keeps you weak with diluted promises.
They say that history is alive in Massachusetts. It is true. The Revolutionary War has ended, but when you visit the National Armory Museum in Springfield you still hear the gunfire. Day, after day, after day.
“Why don’t you leave?” they ask. You cannot leave. You can never leave. When you ask for a ticket, they ask for a confirmation paper you never got. You can never leave.
The farther into the trees you go, the paler the human faces you see, and they swell like sullen moons when they tell you to move on, move on. There is no rest for the weary and no home for the abandoned.
The Living Forest is an arena located in Outworld. The trees themselves are sentient, some with faces that groan and roar. Some of the trees are hungry, and unsuspecting travelers may find themselves ensnared in their treacherous branches, and become devoured. In turn, those consumed become part of the forest. In one of the MK comics, the forest is said to have once been a part of Edenia, where it was known as the Laughing Forest, as the trees were jolly and filled with mirth.
Don’t know what month it is. Lost track ages ago. Hot. Somewhere in summer at least. Hard to run with the heat and pack on my back. I couldn’t do it. Even if it meant those monsters getting me. Watched Dad do it and just couldn’t. Blood and brains everywhere. Your parent’s blood spraying in your face is more traumatic than the dead rising. Don’t even know how I got out, a blur of adrenaline and blood and screaming. Remember hitting the grass in our backyard at least, so jumping happened. How the hell I didn’t break something I don’t know.
Left the diary I’d used there. In case anyone goes to my house. Remember me. Remember my parents. Remember all of us.
Got to be in July now. So hungry, didn’t grab that much food, couldn’t. Those things were crawling and shuffling over one another up the stairs, they almost got up. If anyone manages to get in they’ll find a good stash of supplies at least. Left dad’s gun so they’ll have that too. Not gonna use a gun, not after what happened with Mom. She abandoned us and let the dead come knocking. I can’t do that to myself, or any other survivors I might meet. I have the baseball bat, it’s done fine for now.
Don’t like getting up close and personal with the smelly flesh sacks, but it’s better than drawing every one of them to me within a few miles radius because of a gunshot.
Sakura placed her dreamcatcher downstairs, looking around
guiltily as she did so. She knew that her friends would have a quite a bit to
say about what she was about to attempt. Sakura covered the dreamcatcher with a
sheet, hoping that her recklessness would pay off. It was a gamble, but for the
answers she sought, it would be more than worth it.
Sakura climbed the
stairs to her apartment once more, blinking as she saw Sai sitting outside her
front door. He hadn’t been there five minutes prior, but Sakura was
becoming accustomed to the abrupt comings and goings of those around her. Time
and manners worked differently in Pompeii than they did in New York and she had
to remember that.
she said, pushing open the front door as he stood. “What
brings you my way tonight?”
and your neighbor are bickering again,” he said as he pushed past her, seeking the haven
of her couch. He curled himself up there and watched her with unblinking,
Sakura repeated. She moved into the kitchen, rummaging through her drawers and
grabbing a melatonin tablet. She chewed it, grimacing. It was just as well that
Sai had arrived. Sakura was too keyed up for sleep at the moment. She might as
well bake. “Have
they been fighting often?” She paused in her search, thinking. “They
did just fine at dinner the other night. It was awkward, but neighborly dinners
Sai pointed out. “They
are conversing outside from their balconies. It seemed tense. Perhaps I
misunderstood. You mentioned having dinner with them. Perhaps it is part of a
specialized mating ritual?”
The medic stiffened and glanced up to look at her eight year old patient. “Why did you ask, Akane-chan?”
The little girl smiled at her. “Yesterday, I was about to call my sister to come inside to eat dinner but then I heard nee-san tell a guy that he was her first love and it never dies. What does that mean?”
Sakura looked at the other occupant of the room, surprised to see him already looking at her with an amused smirk on his face. She rolled his eyes at him and turned her attention back to Akane.
“Your first love is the first person you love romantically. It’s different from the love you have for your family or friends. It is special especially for us girls. That’s why there’s a saying that ‘first love never dies’, meaning that you can never forget that love.”
“Oooh…” the little girl’s eyes sparkles with understanding. “So who was your first love, Sakura nee-chan? Did you have one?”
The pinkette hoped that she had forgotten, but it was obviously not the case. “Of course, Akane-chan. He’s –”
A knock saved Sakura from her confession. Akane’s mother entered the room to announce dinnertime and invited the two Konoha shinobi to dine with them. They politely refused, saying that there are two more patients to check in the village. An epidemic erupted in the area, and since Sasuke and Sakura were near the grounds in their travels, Kakashi sent them to help. It was finally contained and most of the sick were healed. After this last check-up on all the patients, they can finally continue with their journey.
The grateful mother gave them a bento to eat later. After finishing the work needed, they settled under a tree, too hungry and tired to go back to their hotel room. They ate the bento in comfortable silence for a while.
“Obaa-san’s dango is the best!” Sakura proclaimed as she ate another piece of the dessert. Sasuke handed out his share to her. “Here, you take it.”
She grinned at him before taking his offer. He still doesn’t think too highly of sweets. “Arigatou, Sasuke-kun.”
He looked at her softly, then said, “You didn’t answer Akane’s question back then, Sakura.”
She nearly choked.
“E-Eh? Ano… she’s not here anymore to hear it so it doesn’t matter anymore, Sasuke-kun.”
Smart girl, the former avenger mused. “Well then, I’ll ask the question again. Who was your first love?”
She pulled off the perfect deer-in-the-headlights look, obviously baffled. After recovering from the shock of his question, a blush spread on her cheeks.
“I think you already know, Sasuke-kun. It’s always been you.”
He gave a small smile, happy to know that her love was his from the very beginning. “And you? Who was your first love?” Sakura added.
Sasuke looked up to the starry sky, his mind wandering towards a certain girl he found one day in the field filled with flowers back in the Academy… the girl he kissed on the cold night when he left Konoha for the first time… the girl he caught after saving him from another dimension… the girl with him now.
He returned his gaze back to her. Obviously, the girl is a woman now – a woman who filled his lonely existence with love.
Sakura braced herself for the worst. It couldn’t be me, right? There are other pretty girls he could have liked… heck, I was pretty much outside his radar until we became teammates!
See? It’s not – wait what?!
He smirked and came closer to her. Lifting two fingers, he poked her forehead with all the affection in the world.
The green feels strange on your feet as you stroll through the thawed
meadow. It’s wispy strands seem to clutch onto your feet as you stroll.
What is this strange green substance? Somewhere, deep inside your mind
you feel as if you once knew, but it is gone now. Only speculation
down route 7, you see a car wreck. All New York and Mass plates. A wide
grin begins to find it’s way over you as you speed past. The brightly
colored leaves nod in approval.
say the bloodstains found in the fresh snow were only from animals, but
you know Timmy did not come home last night. In order for spring to
begin, the winter must take it’s payment. Buds begin to sprout on the
trees, and the temperature suddenly rises.
is in the air and the roads subsequently turn to mud. Dirt roads no
longer exist, and we are not sure how much longer the pavement is going
to hold up.
alone on a trail, you suddenly trip over a root. Before you have the
chance to lift yourself up, a voice in the trees whispers your name. You
forgot it was maple sugaring season. The trees are hungry.
shoe sticks in the mud. As you begin to sink deeper and deeper, you are
glad. There will be a bountiful harvest this summer.
years of living near the power plant, you begin to forget it even
exists. The black and white spots developing on your skin must just be a
rash, you say. Soon enough the only thing you can say is “moo”, and you
come to realize something.