Recently bat houses—like bird, butterfly and bee homes—have become
more popular among gardeners and hobby farmers. Bats are an
often-ignored creature in conservation, despite the fact that they are
estimated to be worth $3.7 billion dollars to U.S. agriculture
alone. They are consumers of common human pests and crop pests, Some
species of bats are important pollinators, and have even co-evolved with
flowers. (Fun fact: Bat pollination is called “chiropterophily.”)
All that said, bats are sometimes risky neighbors to have. As with
many wild animals, they can share and spread some nasty human diseases,
which is a quality of which we were reminded in a sobering way during
the most recent outbreaks of ebola in West Africa.
There are most definitely pros and cons to attracting bats to your
property; however, the benefits can be great, and the risks should be
understood as worst case scenarios—not common problems.
Bast peers down into that upturned face. He reaches out slowly, smoothing the hair back from Riski’s brow, and then he leans forward to press a kiss to it. He then wraps an arm around Riski and gently lowers them both to the ground. If Riski allows it, he’ll soon find himself halfway in Bast’s lap, a mirror image of their positions that first night in Camp Overlook. Bast begins to channel elemental aether into Riski’s body, more to relieve his pain than to do any intensive healing. A far more skilled healer will be needed for Riski’s injuries, extensive as they are.
“Have you not discovered by now,” he murmurs into Riski’s ear as he continues to channel aether, “that I know everything?”
OOOH! this week was so shoort! Tomorrow is friday!! but It’ll be a busy friday, and it’s ok because I finished A FULL COLOUR DRAWING!! (a REALLY strange thing in uni days…OTL )… Also I’m gonna do some welding again~ mehehhehe
side effects are permanent. its safer to make sure you really thought it out
Says who, anonymous?
While it’s true that certain aspects of hormones and surgery aren’t exactly reversible, such things are rectifiable… but that is honestly beside the point!
On the daily, folks worldwide make permanent and life altering decision without anyone ever vetting their capacity to make a fully informed choice. People have cosmetic surgeries on the regular and no one stops to ask if they’ve “really thought it out.” People have engaged in acts of body modification since the dawn of time, without mental health clearance, and the world is still going round.
Life changing decisions, unrelated to surgery and hormones, are made constantly and not once does anyone stop to confer about the safety of said decisions. Truth be told, buying a car is honestly a significantly more risky commitment than hormones and surgery combined, with regard to both safety and cost… and I’ve bought 3 in my lifetime; not once did anyone stop and ask me if I’d “really thought it out!”
What you’re suggesting sounds A LOT like gatekeeping, to me, and that shit is oh so passe. Individuals have the autonomy to make fully informed personal and medical decisions without interference. It’s their body so it’s their choice, NOT yours.
I highly recommend you cease and desist from providing unsolicited, potentially bigoted, and generally uneducated information as it’s incredibly unbecoming. Going forward, I suggest you up your game and do some research before spouting off archaic dogma and potentially harmful propaganda.
Um, so it’s apparent that many of you went down a different path (I just went straight down the rabbit hole) on this prompt and it’s a lot more serious?? I went for a like a “Starving Games” kinda parody here and it’s a “parody” based off my own au (the demon au, I’ve posted a spnipplet on it somewhere) soooo yeah
I’m so sorry
“Can I go, Fakir?” Ahiru asked, “I have coupons!”
“No, Ahiru, it’s too risky.” Fakir said, making a list.
“Please Fakir? I promise I’ll stay by your side the whole time!”
Fakir looked up from his list and glared at her, “Fine.”
“You will stay with Mytho, Rue and I the whole time.”
“But Fakir!” Ahiru pouted, “It’s just the grocery store!”
“I don’t care, there could be demons in the soccer mom we pass in the cereal aisle, or the soup aisle.” Fakir put his hands on his hips and Ahiru groaned.
“Besides, where do you have coupons? We don’t get the newspaper.”
“It’s at my house!” Ahiru said.
“Because there could be demons crawling all over your, house waiting for you there.”
Ahiru pouted and stomped her foot, “Fine!”
“Okay,” Fakir said, writing the last item onto his list, “Mytho! Rue! We’re heading out now!”
“What do you mean we’re heading out?” Mytho asked, sticking his head out of his room, hair flat.
“We’re going to the store, and since Ahiru’s going, we’re all going to protect her!” Fakir called to him, “So get Rue and let’s go!”
“Coming!” They called, and they all went outside to the car.
“Wait, when did we get a car?” Fakir asked, looking at Mytho.
“Oh, it’s Rue’s.”
“Huh. Alright, let’s go.” Fakir ushered them all in and started the car.
“So where are we going?” Mytho asked.
“Yes, they have the best hair products!”
“Mytho, we can’t, we have two more people to take care off now, we can’t just go off and spend out money on your fancy hair conditioner.” Fakir said.
“If you let me get my coupons, we’d be able to get a month’s worth of food for less than one fifty.” Ahiru sassed from the back, crossing her arms.
“We’re not going, Ahiru, it’d be dangerous!”
“Well if you’re going to complain about having to spend extra money on us,” Rue said, leaning forward in her seat, “You might as well spend as little money as you can.”
“Shush.” Fakir scowled, gripping the steering wheel tighter, “We’re already at a big risk bigger Ahiru outside.”
“It wouldn’t even take long, it’s close to the church,” Ahiru said, “It would save us so much money, Fakir!”
“Enough about the coupons! Jesus.” Fakir yelled, “Look, we’re already here.”
Together they got out of the car and made a wall around Ahiru, Fakir in the back, Rue and Mytho on her sides. And when Ahiru grabbed a cart, they stayed in that formation, looking around and glaring at anyone who got too close.
“Guys, I’m not the president.” Ahiru said, as she opened her jacket and pulled out a thick stack of-
“Coupons?” Fakir reached around and grabbed them from her, “Ahiru, why did you need coupons, you had some with you already?”
“Fakir,” Ahiru said, looking at him every seriously, “You can never have enough coupons.”
“Ahiru you must have a hundred in here.” Fakir said, flipping through them with his thumb.
“Okay, yeah, but I could have more, and those aren’t even my Target coupons.”
“There’re Target coupons in here.” Fakir said, showing her one for cereal.
“Yeah but there’s only a couple.”
“Oh my God.”
“Give me the list.” Ahiru pulled the list from his pocket, “Got a coupon for that, got one for that, yep, have one, no- wait, waaaaaiiiit, okay I do, nope, ooh I have one for that, and that, nope, yes, I think? Nope.”
“You have coupons for most of the list.” Fakir said, raising his eyebrow.
“Yeah but not all the items.” Ahiru looked at him like that was an obvious answer.
“Ugh, fine, I’ll order a newspaper so you can get your coupons.” Fakir said.
“But you have to get my coupons! They’ll expire!”
“Mytho and I will go get them tomorrow.”
“Yay!” Ahiru smiled and instantly perked up, “Now, pick a cereal.”
Instantly, Rue and Fakir grabbed Lucky Charms and Cookie Crisp.
“Only one.” Ahiru said.
“Put it back.” Rue and Fakir said, “No you!” Their eyebrows furrowed, “This is my favorite cereal!”
“Cookie Crisp is garbage!”
“Lucky Charms’ are like wood chips with stale marshmallows!”
Rue gasped, putting her hand to her heart, “You take that back!”
Fakir stood up straight and raised his chin, “No.”
“Well, I’m not putting mine back.”
“Neither am I.”
A mom with two kids arguing over cereal gave Ahiru a sympathetic look. She understood.
Ahiru began looking hurriedly through her coupons, finding one for Lucky Charms but none for Cookie Crisp, even though they were the same brand, “Fakir, put yours back, I only have a coupon for Lucky Charms.”
“Yes! Ha! Eat it slut!”
“Yes, Fakir,” Ahiru said, “I only have one for Lucky Charms.”
“But- but, it’s the same brand.” Fakir looked devastated, shoulders slouching.
“I’m sorry but that’s what the coupon says.”
“Let me see.”
Ahiru handed Fakir the coupon
LUCKY CHARMS ONLY COUPON!!!
ONLY FOR LUCKY CHARMS
AND NO OTHER CEREAL EVEN IF IT’S THE SAME BRAND
WE REALLY NEED TO SELL LUCKY CHARMS
THEY TASTE LIKE WOOD CHIPS
“Damn.” Fakir looked down at his cereal, “I’ll never forget you.” He ran his hand down the box and put it back on the shelf.
Rue stuck her tongue out at him as she made a show of putting it into the cart.
“Let’s leave this place.” Fakir said, turning his eyes away, “All it does is bring bad memories.”
Fakir groaned, “Damnit, I told that little shit to stay with Ahiru.”
“It’s okay,” Ahiru said, “We’ll pick him up on our way out.”
“Make sure you tell him he has to put whatever he gets back.” Fakir said, folding his arms over his chest.
“If I have a coupon I won’t have to!” Ahiru smiled.
“But that’s not fair!” Fakir pouted.
“I only had a coupon for Lucky Charms, Fakir.”
“Here, would it make you feel better if we got McDonald’s on the way home.” Fakir considered it.
“Okay, just be good and you’ll get some.”
“Let’s just get the rest of the stuff on the list.” Ahiru said, holding up the list with cereal crossed out.
Fakir nodded, and as they went on, he kept his hand on the edge of the shopping cart’s handle.
They crossed the items off the list quickly and when they found Mytho, they found him sitting on the floor, surrounded in different conditioner brands.
“Ahiru! Thank God you’re here!” He stood, nearly slipping on the bottles, “I can’t decide! Both are half off but this one softens and this one shines!”
“Ooh, that’s a tough choice.” Ahiru put a finger to her chin in concentration.
Rue leaned forward and petted Mytho’s hair, “You’re hair is already soft, get the one that shines.”
Mytho twisted a piece of shineless hair between his fingertips, “You’re right, Rue.”
“Fakir, no one else is getting McDonald’s.”
“Fakir is getting McDonald’s?” Mytho asked, “That’s not fair.”
“Fakir had to put his cereal back.” Ahiru explained.
“His Cookie Crisp?”
“He loves his Cookie Crisp!” Mytho looked appalled.
“I love Cookie Crisp.” Fakir agreed.
“So he’s getting McDonald’s to make up for it.”
“Oh, okay.” Myto said, standing and putting his conditioner in the cart. He began to put the conditioners scattered on the floor back on the shelves.
“So are we ready yo go?” Ahiru asked.
“Yep!” Rue said.
“Don’t worry, Fakir, you’ll get a toy in your meal!” Ahiru said.
“Ahiru, toys only come in Happy Meals.” Fakir told her.
“Oh, then we’ll get you a Big Mac or-”
“No, I want the Kid’s Meal. Chicken nuggets.” Fakir said, very seriously.
“Alrighty then!” Ahiru said, “To the checkout!”
When they came upon the checkouts, they groaned for there was only one with a very, very long line.
“It’s okay guys, if we can fight demons,” Fakir said, glaring at the line as if challenging it, “We can wait.”
And they waited.
Jesus how long is this line?
Still waiting, holy fuck.
“Grab gum!” Rue called, slapping on down on the conveyor belt behind the separation bar someone put for them.
However, there was only enough room for the gum, so
They got the Lucky Charms on the belt.
“Jesus Christ why is this line so long? Jesus fuck!” Fakir shouted.
“Sir!” The cashier scolded, glaring at him.
“Sorry.” Fakir said, sounding like a small child that was caught stealing from the cookie jar after midnight.
Mytho and Rue began to place the items on the conveyor belt as Ahiru pulled out all of her coupons.
“Sorry for the wait!” The cashier said. Scanning their items and bagging them, “And you’re total is-”
“Wait!” Ahiru said, “I have coupons!”
“Okay, you’re total in now one hundred and forty nine dollars and ninety nine cents.”
“Right below one fifty.” Fakir observed.
“Told you, oh, Fakir, pay her, you have all the money.”
“Mmhmm.” Fakir pulled out a roll of one hundreds and took out two.
The poor cashier took them suspiciously, raised them to the light and used a counterfeit pen, they checked out.
They went back out to the car, put the groceries in the trunk, made Fakir put the cart away, and got into the car, with Ahiru driving.
“Ahiru, how did you get up front?” Mytho asked, playing with the radio.
“Oh, I know where the McDonald’s is.” Ahiru said.
“That’s true.” Mytho nodded and settled on a screamo chanel.
“Ooh this song is the shit!” Rue screamed passed the Lucky Charms in her mouth and began to screech along.
Ahiru hummed along happily, and when she looked in the rearview mirror, she saw Rue stuff handfuls of cereal into her mouth at Fakir.
“Here we are!” Ahiru called, pulling into the McDonald’s driveway.
“Welcome to McDonald’s can I take your order?”
“Yes, one chicken Happy Meal please!” Ahiru said to the radio, “Oh, and a boy toy.”
“Alright,” The man repeated her order back to her and when she said it was right he said, “With one boytoy for $3.29.”
Ahiru rolled up to the window, paid, and handed Fakir that creepy box with the face on it.
“Aw, hell yes.” Fakir said as he searched through it and pulled out a tiny plastic sword.
“That’s amazing!” Rue said, making a grab for it.
“Hey!” Ahiru called, “Don’t make me turn this car around!”
“She started it!”
“I don’t care who started it!” Ahiru glared at Fakir and Rue through the mirror and the crossed their arms and turned away from each other.
“Oh thank God, we’re home!”
Fakir sat on the counter the next morning, begrudgingly eating Lucky Charms with a necklace around his neck with a little plastic sword as the charm.
“You’re eating my cereal!” Rue sing-songed as she came in, “And put a shirt on, Jesus.”
Fakir looked down at his chest, “No.”
“Ugh, disgusting.” Rue scrunched her nose.
“I don’t mind.” Ahiru said as she came in, wearing one of Fakir’s shirts as a nightgown.
“Ahiru, I thought I bought you pajamas.” Rue said, looking at the ripped up blue shirt.
“Yeah, but this is soft.”
“Not as soft as my hair!” Mytho said, flipping his hair to the side as it gleamed in the early morning light. “Took a shower last night with that conditioner, What do you think?”
“Blinding.” Fakir said.
“It’s lit.” Ahiru agreed.
“I like it.” Rue smirked.
“Oh shit!” Ahiru cried.
“What?” Fakir asked.
“I forgot bread.”
“We have bread.” Fakir said, opening up a breadbox and shoving a nearly full loaf of bread.
Ahiru sighed and picked it up, “Yeah but it’s not the good bread.”
“Nope, and I had a coupon too.”
“Oh well, we’ll get some next time.” Fakir said, putting the bread away.
“I’ll write it down.”
“We gotta get bread.” Fakir murmured. He blinked his eyes open and looked at his surroundings. Oh, he fell asleep in the library, with Ahiru. He rubbed his cheek and saw Ahiru slumped over on the table, God what time was it? Two? Jesus, he should really get her to bed.
Fakir looked down at Ahiru as she lifted her head, “Yes?”
“I had another dream about it.” She rubbed her eye.
“It’s okay, it’s just a dream, it won’t happen.” Fakir promised, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Here, I’ll tell you about my dream.” He offered as he began to pick her up, it was difficult with that satiny nightgown Rue bought for her.
“You’re dream?” Ahiru yawned.
“Yes, it was totally strange.” Fakir said as he began to walk up the stairs.
“Tell me-” She paused to yawn before snuggling into his chest, “About it.”
“Well we were going to the grocery store-” Fakir went on as he carried her to her room at the end of the hall, “Get the door.”
“That’s weird.” Ahiru said as Fakir lowered her into her bed.
“It was very weird.” Fakir nodded.
“Better than the dreams I have though.”
“Yes, better than yours.” Fakir looked down at her, already asleep. He couldn’t bare it if he had her dreams, it’d kill him. “Goodnight, Ahiru.” He leaned down and kissed her temple, something she’d have no memory of. He went to her door and closed it, wishing more than nothing to be able to stay by her side.
If his life was some kind of parody, and even reminiscent of his dreams, then perhaps, they’d have a normal life, a normal chance, but no, this is what they were dealt.
We gave it what we had but it wasn’t in the cards. Took a hard hit in quali and It could be fixed but the risk of bigger damage to the tub that we can’t see is just too risky to race. Packing up tomorrow and going to take the rest of the weekend to enjoy the races. (at Road Atlanta)