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Tumblr’s treatment of anything Latinx really just hurts me lol shows how much we matter in the long run. Latinx characters on a show? This site sexualizes them (Lance McClain). Media with Latinas (power rangers, trollhunters)? Media with a Mexican man at the head of production (Trollhunters)? Slept on. A small cartoon created and produced by Mexicans (legend quest)? This site probably doesn’t even realize it exists. Disney gives us Elena, but doesn’t give us a movie with the same care and thought that Tangled, Moana, Brave, etc. got? Disney tries to rip off tbol and copyright a cultural holiday? Y'all praise them. Wonder why all of this is.

Gardens of the Witches

Already starting to plan this years garden so I thought I should do a post on Witch Gardens


Moonlight Garden

A garden that blooms in the moonlight, a great place to perform night time rituals, meditations, or to just take a midnight stroll. A garden that is full of magick even after the sun sets. 

Plants to add in your moonlight garden:

  • Moonflower: (Ipomoea alba) A nocturnal relative of the morning glory. Has fragrant flowers that open at dusk and close by dawn.    
  • Evening Primrose: (Oenothera biennis) Has beautiful, scented flowers that bloom only at dusk. 
  • Night Flox: (Zaluzianskya capensis) A sweetly fragranced flower that only unfurls its pinwheeled shaped flowers after dusk. 
  • Four O’Clock: (Mirabilis jalapa) Its scented flowers bloom at around 4:00pm (hence its name) and do not close up until morning. 
  • Queen of the Night: (Epiphyllum oxypetalum) A species of cactus whose flowers only open at night. Attracts moths and bats!!!
  • Night Blooming Jessamine: (Cestrum nocturnum) Strong, sweet scented star shaped flowers that only bloom at night. Attracts moths and bats!!! All parts are toxic, do not ingest!
  • Angel’s Trumpet: (Brugmansia) Produces a strong scent on warm summer evenings. All parts are toxic, do not ingest!
  • Evening Stock: (Matthiola longipetala) Produces lots of small blossoms that produce a perfume described as a mix of vanilla, rose, spice, and cloves only after the sun sets.
  • Ever-Flowering Gladiolus: (Gladiolus tristis) Release a strong almond fragrance after dusk.  
  • Lilac: (Syringa vulgaris) Although has a perfume during the day, it is said to be a lot stronger after dark. 
  • Flowering Tobacco: (Nicotiana) Open in the late afternoon and have a fragrance that smells of jasmine. All parts are toxic if ingested!
  • Summer Snapdragon: (Angelonia angustifolia) Preferably in white, to reflect the moonlight. Has a scent apple-scented foliage. 
  • Silvermound: (Artemisia schmidtiana) Has thick foliage that will shimmer under the moonlight.
  • Jack Frost: (Brunnera macrophylla) Hdeart shaped leaves of silver and green, perfect to add more highlights of silver to your moon lit garden. 

Any plant that blooms after dark or has white, lavender, pale pink, pale yellow on it is a perfect addition to your moonlight garden. 

Things to add:

  • Stepping stones that have the phases of the moon.
  • Fairy lights
  • A place to sit
  • Candles
  • A small fountain to sing along with the insects and birds of the night
  • String charms and bells on tree branches for a soft jingling every time a gentle breeze passes. 

Herb Garden

For witches who need a more practical garden for uses of healing, tea crafting, drying, and growing plants used in their practices.

Plants to add to your herb garden:

  • Anise: Helps to ward of the evil eye, find happiness, and stimulates psychic abilities. 
  • Basil: Use for anything pertaining with love, exorcism, wealth, sympathy, and protection. Dispels confusion, fears & weakness. Drives off hostile spirits.
  • Bergamont: Corresponds with money and prosperity. Provides with protection from evil and illness, improves memory, stops interference, and promotes restful sleep.
  • Borage: Corresponds with courage and psychic powers. 
  • Cat Nip: Is sacred to the Goddess Bast. Brings forth beauty, happiness, good luck, and good spirits.
  • Chamomile: Corresponds with love, healing, and sleep. Is known to reduce stress.
  • Chervil: Brings a sense of the higher self, placing you in touch with your divine, immortal spirit.
  • Coriander: Corresponds with love, health, immortality, and protection.
  • Dill: Corresponds with money, protection, luck and lust. 
  • Lemon Balm: Corresponds with love, success, healing, and psychic/spiritual development. 
  • Marjoram: Used to cleanse, purify, and to dispel negative energy.  
  • Mint: Promotes energy, communication and vitality.
  • Oregano: Corresponds with joy, strength, vitality, and added energy 
  • Parsley: Calms and protects the home.
  • Rosemary: Protects, cleanses, purifies, and aids memory. 
  • Sage: Used for self purification and dealing with grief and loss.
  • Thyme: Attracts loyalty, affection, and the good opinion of others.

Things to add:

  • A place to dry herbs
  • A place to compost any herb scraps
  • Rocks
  • A place to leave offerings before you harvest

Bee Garden

Make yourself a sanctuary to watch bees frolic and thrive

Plants to add to your bee garden:

  • Bee balm
  • Lavender
  • Crocus
  • Snow Drop
  • Wildflowers/Any native species
  • Catmint
  • Borage
  • Anise hyssop
  • Heliotrope
  • Sunflower
  • Oregano
  • Yarrow
  • Coneflower
  • Black eyed susan
  • Asters
  • Goldenrod
  • Foxglove
  • Marigold
  • Pansies
  • Sweet peas
  • Nasturtiums

Things to add:

  • Bee houses
  • Bee waterers/bee baths
  • Bee feeders
  • A place for offerings to the bees

Some other ideas for your garden:

  • Hummingbird garden
  • Medicinal garden
  • A garden whose plants and decorations represent/correspond with your practice.
  • Butterfly Garden
  • Faerie Garden 

The options are endless! I hope this gives you some ideas for this years garden.

Happy planting!

==Moonlight Academy==

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The nation’s leader Jonghyun & Hyunbin during the preparation for the ‘Sorry Sorry’ stage ★ [trans cr.]

+bonus: Jonghyun encouraging Hyunbin

  • samuel: hyung sometimes i feel like you don't realize how strong you actually are
  • dongho: what do you mean?
  • samuel: when i was 10 you put me in a twister mat and proceeded to fling me around the practice room
  • dongho: you said you wanted to experience riding a roller coaster
  • samuel: hyung i nearly broke my neck!

anonymous asked:

I'm curious about what procedures you think need to change in the livestock industry?

Practically, or philosophically? There is so much that can be talked about in this field

From a practical standpoint, there are a number of areas where current livestock practices are far from ideal. Farming has a huge history behind it, and many of these practices are ingrained and so difficult to change.

Before I go through the list, I should preface that if you’re not comfortable with the fact that farmed animals die for human benefit, if you just want all farms to stop using animals, then you’re not going to find this list satisfactory. If you’re fundamentally uncomfortable with livestock industries, and you haven’t already questioned why you consume the products it produces or what your alternatives are, then it might be worthwhile.

For now, these industries are not going anywhere. They’re certainly not perfect but we could improve them. Regardless of whether you personally believe all these industries should be ‘just stopped’ you have to agree that will not happen overnight, and that other welfare improvements could happen today.

  • Pain relief being more widely used. There has historically been an aversion to using pain relief medication in livestock due to expense, drug residues and the lack of products made for and tested in the species. This is beginning to change so there are not more options for pain relief at castration and mulesing , for example, but this needs to be more widely used. Another hurdle to this is that they are prescription products, and in order for a veterinarian to prescribe them they must have been out to that farm within the last year and be familiar with their set up and stock. Not every farm will call out a veterinarian on a regular basis.
  • Minimize transport time. Transport, whether by road, train, boat or plane, is incredibly stressful for livestock of all kinds. We can measure their physiological stress, so this is definitely not just anthropomorphism. Livestock are more stressed in transport than they are by witnessing death, which is the opposite to what many people would think. 
  • On-farm slaughter and refrigerated transport. Following on from the previous point, we have the technology to transport chilled carcasses. Performing slaughter on farm removes or eliminates a large percentage of the transport an individual animal needs to be exposed to, and will improve their welfare. Animals don’t perceive death the same way we do, having a mini abattoir at the farm entrance isn’t going to bother them.
  • Using genetics instead of procedures. It astounds me in this modern day that we still have breeders of hereford cattle that breed the horned version, and then de-horn the calves, instead of selecting stock with the polled (no horns) trait. If you want horns then fine, but if you’re going to cut/burn/cauterize them off anyway when why not remove them genetically? The polled gene exists! Similarly there are a small number of merino sheep with a ‘bare breech’ trait, which don’t need mulesing. It would be ideal to spread this trait through the Australian sheep population, but with millions and millions of sheep and a ram only about to impregnate about 60 a month, that will take time.
  • Enrichment. Toys. Something for animals to play with, to investigate, to do. This has been historically neglected for a long time because originally animals weren’t though to have souls, or to be thinking, feeling entities. We know differently now. Enrichment only improves the lives of these animals, and often reduces unwanted or destructive behavior, like piglets biting off each others tails.
  • Dam-neonate bonding in certain industries should be reconsidered. In some situations, the dairy industry in particular, neonates may be taken from their mothers within 24 hours to reduce disease transmission in eradication of certain diseases, like Johnes disease, but in other situations it’s because for some mind boggling reason it is more cost efficient for a farm to sell the mother’s milk and feed the neonate on milk replacer.  
  • In a similar vein, giving sows enough space to nurse their litter would be great. They’re kept in sow stalls (basically a cage that they can stand up or lie down in that the piglets can run through) so that they don’t squash their piglets and kill them. That’s great and all, except you can accomplish the same thing by giving the sow more space to turn around it and slopes on the wall of the pen.

So, the important question I hope you’re asking is why don’t we do these things already?

There are lots and lots of reasons someone could grab, but the short (and I dare say more honest) reason is this: Money.

Granting an animal more space costs you money because it reduces the number of animals you can stock in your space. Using more pain relief medication costs you money. Calling out a vet costs you money. Providing enrichment costs you various amounts of money. On-farm slaughter and refrigerated transport is more expensive than the current system.

So if this is all about money, is it the fault of greedy farmers? Well, generally no.

Most farmers actually like the species of animal they work with. And most of them, especially with recent droughts, the current political climate and monopolization of the companies that buy their products, are not making big buckets of cash. More and more farms are selling up and small producers are not keeping up.

They are under constant pressure to lower the prices of their animal products because there’s only a few big buyers, and right now it’s the buyers that dictate what price they’re willing to pay. Because these animal products are perishable, you can’t save them for a rainy day if you don’t sell them, and these buyers are big enough, they can hold out and only pay what they want to pay. This severe downward pressure means farmers get paid progressively less, and these companies make more profits while claiming it’s good for consumers.

^ Look familiar?

So we get cheaper food, the company makes more profit, and the individual farms get screwed.

Especially with milk, there was a huge crisis recently where one of the big milk buyers suddenly declared it had been overpaying dairies, and that not only was it now going to pay them much less for the season (on contract mind you), but that all their dairies now owed them thousands of dollars. After years of downward price pressure on their product many farms could not, and can not, afford this. You can get an overview here.

The point I’m trying to get to is that if these industries are gong to improve, then we need to value the individual animal and its experience of life more than we currently do. 

If we value the experiences of the individual animal, and consequently put our money where our mouth is when it comes to their products, then there should be both motivation and financial ability to improve their lives. We could progress from mere ‘prevention of cruelty’ and minimum standards towards animal welfare and good welfare states.

Changing consumer patterns is probably the only way to do this, and it’s quite hard when you’re already paycheck to paycheck, but a in depth rant/discussion about politics/policy/economics etc is beyond my scope, though I would happily add veterinary and industry specific detail to a discussion if someone wants to tackle that side of it.

Candles

I just thought of a thing that aliens might find extremely dangerous and confusing. Candles.

Like, I imagine that there must be some, if not many, planets that don’t require the use of fire for light or cooking, or anything really. So when they get to Earth and they learn about fire and what it does, they’re like “HOLY CRAP and you just DEAL with this stuff??”

And then we tell them that fire is a very commonly used thing and it is useful in a great many of situations, and they’re like “so you’re telling me that you discovered this highly dangerous, easily spread, potentially very lethal thing, and you HARNESSED it’s power?” and the humans are just like yep.

But then, they go on to tell the aliens all of the ways in which we use fire to our advantage, and eventually they get to candles like

“So before light bulbs and things like that were invented, we used fire to see in the dark, and we would construct little cylinders of wax and light them on fire with a piece of string in the middle called a wick. This would allow us to transport fire easily and contain it so that we could use its light and sometimes its heat, without hurting ourselves or burning our possessions. We don’t generally use them for that anymore, but we find them relaxing, so often times we put them in our homes and light them just to look at the fire. We also put them in places that we consider sacred, such as churches and places like that. In some cultures, fire is now believed to be cleansing.”

And the aliens are like “So you developed a way to make fire that is not harmful? And it simply produces small amounts of light and heat?”

“Oh no no, it can’t still very much burn you. There are many fires caused by knocked over candles every year. Those fires can burn down houses and take lives, and be all around devastating. But we keep them around, cuz I mean, look how pretty they are.”

“WHAT?? People were killed as a result of these small fire containers AND YOU STILL PUT THEM IN YOUR HOMES?? How is that RELAXING?? You find so much beauty in this enormously destructive thing that you RISK YOUR LIVES to be around it?”

“Well.. we do put them in glass or ceramic containers nowadays…”

  • ha sungwoon: tall people, if we are walking together please take into consideration my tiny legs. i can’t keep up with you. please think of my tiny legs, i don’t want to be jogging to keep up with your leisurely stroll, you TITANS.
  • park sungwoo and kwon hyunbin: just get a pair of roller skates and hang onto my sleeve, we don’t have all day.
sleepwalking to you | one

pairing: hoseok | reader

genre: angst , fluff , arranged-marriage au

word count: 3.334

warnings: angsty angst , swearing? , mentions of suicide/death

synopsis: “I love you. A little less today than yesterday. I miss you. A little more than I did yesterday, and sometimes it’s easy to forget, that your emotions aren’t like mine; they’re constant. You hated me yesterday, you hate me today, and tomorrow, it will be just another day like this.”

i just want to say, i have nothing against my boys, this is just a story.

don’t forget to tell me what you thought about it,,it always makes me feel better ^^



“Three things you need to know; first, I’m in love with another woman and I will die for her, I’ll do anything for a chance to spend the rest of my life with her. She’s the most important person in my life. Two, I hate your father. So fucking much, I could shoot him in the head. Twice. Just because he forced me into this, don’t think I’ll bend to his will, you’re not going to have the happily married life that he wants you to have, he won’t get the precious grandsons he wants so much. I’ll never touch you, never. And finally, I hate you. You could have said no, you should have said no to this. Instead, you trapped me in this life, this life that I sometimes wish I could just set fire to. So, keep that in mind when you look at me, it should stop you from smiling at me so much.”


Today, the sunshine was warm on my face but the air felt like little shards of glass, tearing through my skin and making me flinch. I stared up at the weak winter sun and realised that it was fighting a losing battle. The cold was just too much, today, grabbing both my arms to suppress a shudder, huddling closer to myself as I pulled my fir coat tighter and lightly touched my bag. It held a hastily packed lunch and 20,000 won worth of cash., not much but important to keep myself alive for the day, and my phone, an old battered Nokia with a peeling case and a scratched screen, which began vibrating and I groaned, glancing towards my watch. I was already 10 minutes late.

I worked as a secretary to a cranky producer who called himself ‘Suga’, but was more bitter than black coffee, and crankier than a three year old with colic. I was tired and not really in the mood to put up with his badgering, but then again, I wasn’t really into starving either, so I hailed a cab, staring sadly at the money that I would have to spend on it.

When I finally managed to reach the office, I was surprised to find Min Yoongi, ‘Suga’, in a pretty good mood, all things considering. He gave me a soft smile, a miracle that, and waved me to my office. I spent an hour or so organising his appointments for the coming week and then typing up the proposals to be sent to a dozen entertainment companies; all of them wanting Yoongi to become ‘exclusively’ theirs. Min Yoongi would never restrict himself that way, one of his biggest joys was delving into different types of music, he would never restrict himself to a single genre or concept.

As I typed out yet another page of boring details, the small bell over the door chimed, signalling someone’s entry. I look up curiously and froze automatically. After three years, I still didn’t know how to look at her. How did you look at your husband’s beautiful mistress without feeling like killing yourself? But I wasn’t a doormat, at least not in front of Kim Hyeri; she may have my husband’s heart, but I still have his name.

“Hi there, Y/N.” She said casually and I sighed. She was the same age as Hoseok, four years older than me yet she acted like a toddler, taking every opportunity to rile me up, but I wouldn’t let her get to me, I couldn’t afford to let her get to me. Then again, after three years, we have both become jaded enough to tolerate each other without incident. She didn’t rant and rave at me and I didn’t yell back.

“Hi, unnie. How’s your back? Yoongi oppa told me you sprained it dancing,” I said softy. Hyeri shrugged and took off her jacket, hanging it in the closet before slipping out of her cute little fur boots. She was an idol, her figure perfect, her face breathtaking and manners infallible. I smiled as she dug into her bag and carefully produced a small bottle of chocolate milk and a straw, sliding it across the table and smiled.

“Have a nice day.” She said softly, her gaze told me she meant it. Oh well, I accepted the gift, bowing politely. She gave me a searching look and finally took a deep breath she had been holding in.

“Hobi and I talked about marriage.”

I froze. Finally. There it was. I sighed as relief flooded through me.

“I’ll sign the papers as soon as he-”

“-He doesn’t want to marry me.”

I fought to keep my jaw from going unhinged.

“What?”

“He thinks it will damage my career, so we’re going to put it off for a couple of years at least.”

I could feel my skin begin to crawl like there were thousands of fire ants all over my body, burning me. I could sense the anger, the frustration, the bitterness, threatening to spill over and I had to bite my lip to keep myself from screaming.

“That’s the most nauseating thing I’ve ever heard…” I spat out.

“It’s not like there’s anything you can do about it.” She said loftily, glaring at me before walking into the main office. I sat still, taking deep breaths, she was right. There wasn’t much I could do, my mother was old, dying. I couldn’t break her heart by going through an ugly divorce, and the divorce would turn ugly if I had to fight for it. Defeated, I stared at the papers in front of me. I didn’t even like my husband anymore, he was just another obstacle to my happiness. It was a pity because he was a nice guy in general, nice than most of the choreographers I’d met; he didn’t yell at people or try to control his students, and he was a phenomenal dancer, the best at his craft.

But he was a miserable husband, and I was his miserable wife.


That evening, I had to practically drag myself up to the apartment. It was a moderately expensive two bedroom flat, close to most of the dance studios that Hoseok worked at and a whole city ride away from where I worked. I sighed, pushing the scratched key into the lock and making my way in. The apartment was bright, the lights on and soothing music echoing off the walls. Great, he was home, which meant I couldn’t even grab a coffee before facing him. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and grimaced. I would never be called beautiful. I wasn’t hideous, but my features were painfully regular; straight hair, straight brows, button nose and lips. My figure was nothing different from the rest of the 90% Korean female population. Small, spindly legs. I wasn’t short, but I wasn’t tall either. I looked haggard, my hair messed and the white blouse I’d worn in the morning, now crumpled beyond redemption. There was also a small stain near my left shoulder, I scratched at it with my forefinger, making a mental note to soak it before tossing it in the washer.

“You’re late.” Hoseok’s voice came from the bedroom and I shut my eyes, trying to arrange my features into an expression that didn’t scream ‘murder’ and turned around slowly.

“I am.” I said blankly, trying not to stare as he casually took off his shirt and tossed it in the small hamper that stood on the passageway outside my bedroom. He swore and went to the thermostat.

“Did you change it again? It’s sweltering hot in this place!!”

I sighed and shook my head. “I didn’t.” I said, moving to drop my bag on the small table near the TV and taking off my jacket. I walked into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water and frowned when he followed me.

“I’m having two auditions with a couple of rookies tomorrow. I’ve asked them to meet me tonight to brief them, fix dinner for them.” He said casually, I just stared at him, annoyed.

“Really? I was hoping we could order in…” I said miserably, every joint and curve protesting at the thought of more work.

“It’s the least you can do after forgetting to stock up on milk, again. I told you I need that for my protein shake.” He said calmly, moving to slip on a tank top and I sighed. I wasn’t really strong enough to pick a fight, especially after the scintillating news I’d just heard. I didn’t know if Hoseok knew that his girlfriend had already told me about their plans, it was funny that they planned out their life without giving a damn about me, although I was intricately involved in it myself. I didn’t want to bring it up either. Over the years, I’d learnt that there was a time and place to talk about things like this. I had to be at my maximum capacity, not half dead from commuting two hours and haggard from a day of work. I moved to the bathroom to freshen up and then moved to the kitchen to start dinner.  

Idols seldom got the chance to eat well, and most of the kids who dropped by at our apartment were between 15 and 18, and they were always vociferously hungry. I did my best to cook large quantities and I’d inherited my mom’s talent for making delicious food with very little fanfare, but it still took the better part of 2 hours for everything to be ready and Hoseok was already in the small dance studio next to the sitting room, dancing and discussing with the kids. I hesitated before moving to the edge of the hall and peering in. Not for the first time, I felt my breath catch at how beautiful he looked with his fluid movements, long legs and wide shoulders moving flawlessly in front of the mirror as he demonstrated various moves.

Hoseok was a born dancer. He was only ever alive when he was on the dance floor, and I was proud of him for fighting his own father and deciding to pursue his dreams. Him and Hyeri had that in common, they had grown up together and broken free from the privileged upbringing to pursue their dreams. I gripped the edge of my dress and bit my lip. Three years ago, I’d been an art major in a normal university. I hadn’t thought beyond that and when my father had spoken to me about marrying a handsome young dancer with a bright smile and kind eyes, I’d never even considered myself saying no. My father had wanted a heir for his company and as the only daughter I would be the one to provide that for him. I hadn’t resented him for it, it wasn’t sudden, after all. I’d know it for a long time, and I’d been happy that he had picked someone down to earth and cheerful like Hoseok.

Sighing, I moved away and stretched, flinching when my back popped. That was a lifetime ago, a whole other life. My marriage had been a disaster from day one, and my father had written me off from his will last month, reminding me that I had failed to do the one thing I’d been asked to do. So now, when Hoseok did divorce me, I had nowhere to go. I thought of all the money I’d saved over the years, it wasn’t a lot but enough to at least keep me from starving until I found a way to get on my own 2 feet again. I had already looked up a nice, remote mountain village, far from Seoul. I wouldn’t stay within a thousand miles of Jung Hoseok, whether he’s intended to or not, he had destroyed my life.

But that night, when I was already in bed, I saw a shadow fall across the foot of my bed. Surprised, I sat up. Hoseok never came to my bedroom, he was smiling a little, almost fighting laughter.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, surprised.

“The…uh…choreography got approved for the last three songs I’d been working on…” He said softly. I smiled, pleased.

“That’s great news. You worked hard on it…”

He stood still and kept staring at me. “I’ve been thinking,” he whispered, “of getting a bigger apartment, closer to the city. You won’t have to travel that far everyday then.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Uh..okay, as you wish..“ I said, looking down into my lap. He stood for a second longer and then turned around without a second word.

I couldn’t sleep that night, my mind sinking into a huge plethora of what ifs?

What if we get along?

What if he didn’t love someone else?

What if, instead he loved…?

I tamped down that last thought with a firm push, I couldn’t think that. Not today. Not ever.


The call came in at 5pm.

I was on my desk, highlighting some minutes from one of Yoongi’s meetings when my boss came out, looking like death.

“Y/N…” He whispered in horror.

The look of his face was nothing, if not terrifying, and my first instinctive reaction was that someone had either plagiarised his music, accused his of pagiarism, or leaked an unreleased track.

“What’s wrong oppa..?” I stood up automatically and Yoongi just stared at me.

“It’s Hoseok..he…” My heart stopped. White noise roared through my skin, my toes and fingers went ice cold, my stomach contracting hard enough to cramp and my knees knocking together.

“Hoseok…?” I said, stunned.

“He was in an accident…”


I gripped the edge of the table while the doctor let out a huge sigh, his face filled with sympathy. “We’re going to have to amputate his legs.”

I exhaled deeply. “No. Absolutely not.” I said firmly, the doctor giving me a sympathetic look.

“Mrs.Jung..I understand that-”

“-No you don’t. I know your medical books teach you that the heart and the brain and what you need to survive, but for my husband..he needs his legs. He’s a dancer, doctor, if he wakes up and finds them gone, he’ll die. He really will. So I don’t fucking care what you say, I won’t sign that form. It would be the same as sticking a knife in his heart.” My voice trembled uncontrollably.

“The injury we’re talking about is to his spine. It’s unlikely that he’ll ever regain use of his legs and it will only affect his overall recovery. This isn’t someone negotiable…”

“I don’t care. There has to be another way…”

“His..uh..friend, Hyeri-ssi..? She told me to go ahead with it.”

I tried not to let my face turn red. “I’m his wife, I’m the one who gets to decide.” I said, willing myself not to start crying, now wasn’t the time…

The doctor stared at me for a while and then bent down to rummage in his desk drawer. “I shouldn’t be doing this but…this is a very new surgery. We’ve only attempted 32 of them so far and they have a less than 50% success rate, but it could help your husband without having to remove his legs.”

Relief flooded through me in a rush, “That’s great, let’s go ahead and-”

“-5 million won..it will take 5 million won.” He interrupted firmly.

I froze. Oh god, that was a lot of money, but I didn’t think twice. I could find away, I had about a 1 million won in savings and…

“Okay. I’ll arrange the money just…just do it.” I said desperately, the doctor staring at me some more.

“Please keep in mind that there’s a chance that he could still end up losing his legs.”

“But there’s also a chance that he couldn’t,” I said firmly, “and that’s the chance I’m going to take.”


“He’s going to die on that operating table because of you.” Hyeri spat out furiously and I swallowed. I’d spent 3 hours calling everyone I knew, I’d asked Yoongi to sell my jewelry and he had given me 3 million won from his own savings. I had managed the rest by selling my wedding ring, the diamond ring had been the only beautiful thing in my life and my fingers looked and felt bare without it, but the money was paid and Hoseok was in surgery. He would get better, he had to get better.

“He would have died anyway if they removed his legs…” I whispered.

“I’m in love with Hoseok, not the dancer in him! I want him alive! I can’t believe you!” She cried out, tears tracking down her face in torrents.

“And I want him to live! Being alive is not enough if he has to stay in a bed for the rest of his life. Dancing is everything he has ever lived for, how could you think of taking that away from him?! He’s young. He’s strong. He’ll get through it..I know..” I tried to keep steady. I hadn’t slept in 30 hours, my body was threatening to shut down, but I couldn’t sleep, not yet. Hobi was in surgery and…

“I’m leaving.” She said suddenly.

“What? Hyeri..no…” I struggled to get my head on straight while my vision blurred at the edges. Why did everyone feel the need to fight me on this? Did no one care that Hoseok could never survive without his art?

“I won’t stick around to hear how you killed the man I love. That will be on your head.” She whispered and I tried not to cry.

“He’s not going to die..he’ll wake up from that surgery and he’s going t want to see you…just…” Oh god…why was she making this so difficult?

“Just how delusional are you? His spine is mangled, he’s…he’s not going to make it. And all you’re doing is making him suffer more than he already has too…well, I won’t stand for it. I cant’t just stand here and watch you destroy him all over again.” Again? Had I destroyed him before? I hadn’t…had I?

I bit my lip as she grabbed her bad and then, after 10 steps she turned back and pulled out an envelope, pushing it into my hands. “Divorce papers, he signed them already, but you didn’t. So I can’t even use them against you the way I want to.”

I started at it in dismay. Sighing, I slipped it into my bag, I’ll think about this later.


When the doctor finally came out of the operating room, he looked worse than me. I gripped Yoongi’s fingers in mine as he came over to us. My heart began pounding, suddenly the thought that Hoseok may not make it hit me like a sledge hammer and I chocked on my own breath.

“Is…is he?” I stared at him, wide eyed.

“Your husband is a fighter, Mrs.Jung. He pulled through.” I shut my eyes, the relief making me realise just how scared I had been. How scared I had been that I had made the wrong decision.

“Is he going to be okay, then?” I whispered.

“I wish I could say yet, but really this is just the beginning. He’s going to need extensive therapy, physical and mental to get back on his feet. It can take any time between 6 months to a year for him to start using his limbs again. For now, he’s going to have to get to a place where he can recover completely. Somewhere nice and quiet, preferably warm and temperate climate that would be easy on him.”

I felt my shoulders droop. As the doctor moved away, I let myself fall back against Yoongi who tightened his arms around my shoulders. “Don’t worry about it. Remember that kid I told you about? Jeon Jungkook? He has a resort in Jeju the he offered to let me holiday in last year. I’ll talk to him and we’ll arrange for Hobi to be shifted there. It will be okay..” He said calmly.

“I…what about the therapists..?”

“There’s an excellent physiotherapist in Jeju who I would recommend. His name is Kim Seokjin and he’s worked with some world class athletes before. He doesn’t charge money and if I’m guessing right, he was a friend of your husband when they were in school. Jin will help him out and well..I have a hoobae from school who was a psych major. But of a crazy guy but he’s good at what he does. Name’s Kim Taehyung, I’ll see if we can book sessions with him as well.”

I burst into tears, startling Yoongi and myself. “Thank you…” I said, honestly. “Thank you for helping me..”

“Uh..it’s okay..” Yoongi inched away, looking partly embarrassed and partly horrified. “You’re a good kid. Hoseok is lucky to have you.”

I sighed, gripping the chair and levered myself up. There would be enough time to think about all this. For now, I really needed some sleep.

4

OK IM GOING TO JUST SAY SOMETHING HERE. I NEED TO IM SORRY.

can we please talk about episode 6 and about jonghyun again for a moment and appreciate how soft and kind this man is?

trans of the photos in order// cr. @me
1. Im really sorry.
2. The other kids did better.
3. I had mistakes and yet I got 1st place.
4. Im sorry.

NOW CAN WE JUST.
BABY MY WORLD WHY IS HE APOLOGIZING WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.
The world doesnt deserve KIM JONGHYUN this world doesnt know how to appreciate humble and soft and kind people.
He was so kind, he was lider once again, he helped GuanLin with his pronunciation, he didnt even want to be the center. AND HE EVEN APOLOGIZED FOR GETTING BETTER MARKS.

That 1st place is well deserved and yet he thinks he doesnt deserve it.

The rap part too. How he is scared to be there, how people point fingers at him and say its not fair, and how because there are people who believe in him he stays. I just…

PLEASE PROTECT JONGHYUN. HE DOESNT DESERVE THE WORLD, THE WORLD IS TOO SMALL.

anonymous asked:

Genetic experiment: get two people with small noses to have a kid. Their kid would have an even smaller nose. That kid has kids with another small nosed person, producing even smaller noses. This cycle continues for generations until we have someone with the smallest possible nose

Let’s do this for mouths instead so future humans can finally shut up

Normal Horoscope:

Aries: Construct the man cave of your dreams, vast vaulted ceilings of living men, a plasma screen, a minibar.

Taurus: If you identify with a literary character, do make sure that character is not an asshole. Unfortunate but useful.

Gemini: Rabbits are attracted to the sound of human fingers being broken repeatedly in several places. They are also attracted to root vegetables.

Cancer: The clothes you are buried in will be preserved somehow, and will become an object of worship long in the future.

Leo: If you clean your room just right you might enchant it so it produces a small protective ward, or a flammable gas. It depends.

Virgo: In a pinch, fill a soda can with cement, they can be used as mortar rounds.

Libra: Practice safe sex, but only if person-on-safe action is legal in your country.

Scorpio: There may come a time when you enter your bathroom to find a man in a pinstripe suit sitting at a table with a bottle of wine, he will offer you a seat. Do not take it. He is a terrible conversationalist.

Ophiuchus: The socks are taken as part of the terms of an ancient accord. Look no further into this.

Sagittarius: Carry a trumpet with you to announce your arrival with fanfare. You can also hit people with the trumpet if they talk shit.

Capricorn: There are thousands of tiny mites on you right now. Those mites are also covered in thousands of tiny mites.

Aquarius: Demons have a weird thing for classical Russian music. Don’t ask me ask them.

Pisces: Ska’s not dead. They keep trying to kill it but the thing now drags itself on rotting legs supporting an impossibly beating heart. Pick it up or die.

No your cat cannot be fed a vegan diet.

This is a biological fact not an opinion. Not an agenda or bias. It is pure scientific fact. You cannot feed your carnivorous pets a vegetarian or vegan diet.  Especially cats. Cats are obligate carnivores which means that they live on a solely meat based diet that is biologically essential for their survival. 

Not only does the meat contain enzymes, amino acids, nutrients and other essential minerals, cats can’t utilize plant-based proteins at all. Cats require high levels of amino acids like taurine and arginine that plants do not provide and require vitamin D (D3) that is only found in meat. So while eating a vegetarian / vegan based diet might “fill” their stomachs they cannot get any nutrients from it as they are unable to break down plant matter. 

This is because of a number of reasons. Firstly plant matter if hard to digest and herbivores require special biological systems to be able to live on a plant-only diet. Such as an enzyme called cellulose that that breaks down the cell wall of plant matter and bacteria that live in their gut, that herbivores cannot do themselves. Cats instead have an enzyme called amylase that can be used to break down small amounts of plant matter. But it is only produced in small amounts and therefore cannot handle high levels of plant matter. 

There is also the fact their digestive tracts are vastly different from that of herbivores. 

As you can see, carnivores have a rather short digestive tract. This because the nutrients and energy in meat is easier to absorb then an animal eating a herbivorous diet.  

Herbivores therefore have long digestive tracts in order to lengthen the time the plant matter is in their body and therefore have a chance to absorb more of the energy. In fact ruminant herbivores have a hour chamber stomach and ruminant (regurgitate) their food in order to better break down the plant matter and absorb more of the nutrients.

The dental structure of a carnivore such as a cat and a herbivore is also vastly different as they are adapted for their different diets. Cats have teeth (incisors and canine) that are used for tearing flesh and holding onto prey. They have only one set of molars as shown and three sets of pre-molars. These teeth are used for grinding / chewing. Compared to that of a herbivore, it’s hardly enough to break down and chew a plant based diet.

A herbivore’s dental structure (horse) contain of mostly molars rather then teeth used for tearing / holding onto prey. As shown below, a horse has many sets of large molars and a large mandible. That allows for long periods of chewing and grinding down on tough plant-matter / grains ect. 


Your cat cannot live on a meatless diet  Any good vet will tell you this and if they don’t they are either not properly qualified or pushing an agenda. If you are uncomfortable with feeding meat to a cat or dog or any other carnivorous pet. Then don’t get that pet. Get an animal that lives on grains or plant matter because you should not own a cat if you’d rather put your own agenda / “morals” over that of an animals life and well being. 

Too Small - Kim Donghyun Requested Scenario

@unicornshua

Genre: Flufffffffffy

Message: Donghyun’s so underrated it hurts

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“Donghyun!” I exclaimed. “Give it back!”

“Huh? What was that?” he asked, looking around. “It sounded like someone said something but I can’t, I can’t see anyone?”

“Donghyun! Seriously! Your not even that tall!” I shouted.

Donghyun looked confused, looking around and started walking to the practise room, still holding my make-up bag above his head.

“Hey Daehwi,” Donghyun said. “I hear a voice, can you see anyone?”

Daehwi laughed and I pouted.

“Daehwi please!” I pleaded.

“Wait. Donghyun, I think I heard that too,” Daehwi stopped.

I screamed.

“What the fuck?!” Woojin exclaimed, walking in. “Y/N—"

“Y/N’s here?!” Donghyun exclaimed. “Is that who’s talking?”

He looked around again, “but I can’t see her!”

Woojin laughed evilly.

“Not you too!” I exclaimed.

“Wait. What was that?” Woojin asked, looking around.

I ran into Youngmin’s training room, hearing Donghyun laugh so flipping him the finger on the way.

“Youngmin!” I exclaimed. “Help me!”

“What?” he asked. “Why are you so loud?”

“They’re taking the piss out of my smallness by pretending to not be able to see or hear me,” I pouted.

He laughed, “come on then.”

He picked me up so I was his height and walked into the practise room with me in his arms.

“Hey look it’s Y/N,” Donghyun laughed.

I finally laughed but slapped Donghyun on the shoulder when Youngmin put me down.

“Now give me my make-up case,” I said.

“Why should I?” he asked, throwing it over my head to Youngmin who then proceeded to throw it to Daehwi who threw it to Woojin.

“Ugh!” I exclaimed, burying my head in Donghyun’s chest. “You guys are so annoying.”

Donghyun chuckled, bringing me closer to him, “I know right.”

“But you love us all!” Daehwi sang.

I heard Woojin throwing my make-up case again as I took my head out of Donghyun’s chest.

Woojin had thrown my make-up at the door but quickly regretted it as we saw Rhymer standing there.

We all bowed quickly and I went to sit down as the boys stood in a line in front of him.

“What’s all the screaming?!” he exclaimed. “My office is two floors above you and I can hear you.”

The boys bowed, apologising, while I looked up at him blankly.

I made eye contact with Rhymer and he smiled, “aw, cute.”

I looked at him leave the room, confused.

“What did you do?” Donghyun asked, sitting next to me. “He called you cute.”

“I didn’t do anything,” I pouted.

Donghyun laughed, pulling me into his waist as the other boys went back to what they were doing.

“I don’t like you all that much, you know?” I said to Donghyun.

“Uh-huh,” he nodded. “But you love me a whole lot.”