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[aquilathefighter]

you said smth about animal facts. May I have a fact about (drumroll) raccoons, please? (no one is surprised)

Raccoons are great!!!! Let's talk about Procyon lotor, the common raccoon!!

They're in the family Procyonidae, making them related to some other really cool American mammals including coatis, ringtails, and kinkajous!

They're omnivorous and very opportunistic with what food they'll eat--which is why we observe them going through trash cans. In areas less densely populated by humans, they'll eat small rodents, crawfish, fleshy fruits, seeds, and nuts (to name a few foods)!

You'll often find them near water as they engage in foraging for food in the water. The second part of the common raccoon's scientific name, "lotor," means washer.

Here's a skull I found on the bank of a creek. You can really see the difference in the sharp, pointy teeth for ripping and tearing (incisors and canines) versus the flatter teeth in the back of the mouth for grinding plant matter (pre-molars and molars)

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 5.10

Holidays

American Planetarium Day

Asian Pacific American Mental Health Day

AWS Smart Business Day

Bad Breath Day (UK)

Bear Witness Day (Canada)

Children’s Day (Maldives)

Clean Up Your Room Day

Confederate Memorial Day (NC, SC)

Constitution Day (Azerbaijan, Micronesia)

Dia De La Madre (Mexico)

Ependymoma Awareness Day

Fight Day (Japan)

Finger Face Puppet Day

Five & Dime Day

510 Day

Flower Festival (Azerbaijan)

German Shepherd Day

Golden Spike Day

Home Guard Day (UK)

Human Kindness Day

Indian Arrival Day (Jamaica)

International Day of Argania

International Monty Python Day

Library Legislative Days

Maid Day (Japan)

McHappy Day (Canada)

Mother Ocean Day

Mother’s Day (El Salvador, Guatemala, Mexico)

Move for Health Day

National Bonsai Day

National Brand Day (China)

National Cactus Day

National Canine Companion Graduation Day

National Child Care Provider Appreciation Day

National Clean Your Room Day

National Day of Action Against Anti-Asian Racism (Canada)

National Lipid Day

National Mangrove Day (Thailand)

National School Nurse Day

National Ship Via Rail Day

National Small Business Day

National Tree Growing Day (Kenya)

National Washington Day

Native American Day (Indiana)

Occupational Safety and Health Professional Day

One Day Without Shoes

Pastele Blajinilor (Memory/Parent’s Day; Moldova)

Resistance and Liberation Day (Lebanon)

Ring Day

Royal Ploughing Ceremony (Thailand)

Skunks Born Day

Stay Up All Night Night

Tag des Buches (Book Day; Germany)

Thrift Day (French Republic)

Tower Technician Appreciation Day

Trust Your Intuition Day

Whacking Day (The Simpsons)

Windmill Day

World Day of Social Communications

World Facilities Management Day

World Lupus Day

World Orienteering Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Chocolate Fish Day (New Zealand)

National Liver and Onions Day

National Shrimp Day

World Poultry Day

Independence & Related Days

Constitution Day (Micronesia)

Hashima (Declared; 2016) [unrecognized]

Romania (from Ottoman Empire, 1877)

2nd Friday in May

Child Care Provider Appreciation Day (a.k.a. Provider Appreciation Day) [Friday before Mother's Day]

Dia de la Madre (El Salvador) [2nd Friday]

Fintastic Friday: Giving Sharks A Voice [2nd Friday]

Flashback Friday [Every Friday]

Fry Day (Pastafarian; Fritism) [Every Friday]

International Professional Drivers Day [2nd Friday]

Military Spouse Day [Friday before Mother's Day]

Miniskirt Day [2nd Friday]

Mother’s Day (Guatemala; Women Employees only) [2nd Friday]

Mother’s Day (Mexico) [2nd Friday]

National Public Gardens Day [Friday before Mother's Day]

National School Communications Day [2nd Friday]

Shades Day [Friday closest to 5.15]

Working Mother’s Day [2nd Friday]

World PICU Day [2nd Friday]

Weekly Holidays beginning May 10 (1st Full Week)

National Public Gardens Week (thru 5.19) [Begins Friday before Mother’s Day]

UN Global Road Safety Week (thru 5.14)

Universal Family Week (thru 5.16)

Festivals Beginning May 10, 2024

BBQ & Barrels (Owensboro, Kentucky) [thru 5.11]

Canadian Tulip Festival (Ottawa, Canada) [thru 5.20]

Canby Brewfest (Canby, Oregon) [thru 5.11]

FedCon (Bonn, Germany) [thru 5.12]

Genuss Festival (Vienna Culinary Festival; Vienna, Austria) [thru 5.12]

Lexington Craft Beer Week (Lexington, Kentucky) [thru 5.19]

McAlester Italian Festival (McAlester, Oklahoma) [thru 5.11]

Mesick Mushroom Festival (Mesick, Michigan) [thru 5.12]

Middle Tennessee Strawberry Festival (Portland, Tennessee) [thru 5.11]

Norfolk & Norwich Festival (Norwich, UK) [thru 5.26]

Piney Woods Wine Trail Festival (Lindale, Texas) [thru 5.11]

Rochester Lilac Festival (Rochester, New York) [thru 5.19]

Shepherds Harvest Sheep and Wool Festival (Lake Elmo, Minnesota) [thru 5.12]

Smoke on the Lake BBQ Festival (Acworth, Georgia) [thru 5.11]

Texas Crab Festival (Crystal Beach, Texas) [thru 5.12]

Vintage & Vino (Queen Creek, Arizona) [thru 5.12]

The WhiskyX (Boston, Massachusetts)

Feast Days

Alphius, Philadelphus and Cyrinus (Christian; Martyrs)

Antonius, Archbishop of Florence (Christian; Saint)

Aurelian of Limoges (Christian; Saint)

Calepodius (Christian; Saint)

Catald (a.k.a. Cathal; Christian; Saint)

Comgall (Christian; Saint)

Damien of Molokai (Christian; Saint)

Desmond MacNamara (Artology)

Feast of the Wedding of Shiva & Meenakshi (India; Everyday Wicca)

Fido (Muppetism)

Galepodius (Christian; Martyr)

Gordian and Epimachus (Christian; Martyrs)

Hannibal (Positivist; Saint)

Incense to Bring Love Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Job the Patriarch (Roman Catholic Church, pre-1969 calendar)

John of Ávila (Christian; Saint)

John Holmes Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Konstantinos Parthenis (Artology)

Lemuralia, Day 2 (Ancient Rome; Dedicated to Eradicating Malevolent Spirits of the Dead)

Lofn’s Blot (Pagan)

Mutant Awareness Day (Pastafarian)

Paul Wunderlich (Artology)

Rosalia (Ancient Roman Memorial Day)

Solangia (Christian; Virgin & Martyr)

Tin Hat Day (Chinese Goddess of the North Star; Hong Kong)

Wolverine Day (Pastafarian)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Lemuria (Day 2 of 3; Ancient Rome) [Unlucky to Marry]

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Tycho Brahe Unlucky Day (Scandinavia) [22 of 37]

Premieres

Alligator Crawl, recorded by Louis Armstrong and His Hot Seven (Song; 1927)

All Things Bright and Beautiful, by James Herriot (Novel; 1975)

The Cider House Rules, by John Irving (Novel; 1985)

Cold Comfort Farm (Film; 1996)

Computer World, by Kraftwerk (Album; 1981)

Dorsai!, by Gordon R. Dickson (Novel; 1959)

Farm Frolics (WB MM Cartoon; 1941)

Feather Bluster (WB MM Cartoon; 1958)

Fish Follies (Phantasies Cartoon; 1940)

The Flowers of Buffoonery, by Osamu Dazai (Novel; 1935)

For a Few Dollars More (Film; 1967)

Gatsby (Film; 2013)

Good Omens, by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett (Novel; 1990)

Guntram, by Richard Strauss (Opera; 1894)

The Hot Rock, by Donald E. Westlake (Novel; 1970)

In Dutch (Disney Cartoon; 1946)

I Shot the Sheriff, recorded by Eric Clapton (Song; 1974)

Last and First Men, by Olaf Stapledon (Novel; 1930)

Lovesexy, by Prince (Album; 1988)

The Man Who Fell to Earth, by Walter Tevis (Novel; 1963)

Misunderstanding, by Genesis (Song; 1980)

Monty Python and the Holy Grail (Film; 1975)

The Muppets Mayhem (TV Series; 2023)

Murder in the Mill-Race, by E.C.R. Lorac (Novel; 1952)

Patriotic Popeye (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1957)

The Pink Panther: Pink at First Sight (DePatie-Freleng Animated TV Special; 1981)

Pokemon: Detective Pikachu (Film 2019)

Porky’s Ant (WB LT Cartoon; 1941)

The Professor and the Madman (Film; 2019)

Rabbit Transit (WB LT Cartoon; 1947)

Rio, by Duran Duran (Album; 1982)

The Silmarillion, by J.R.R. Tolkien (Novel; 1978)

Sock a Doddle Do (WB LT Cartoon; 1952)

Tolkien (Film; 2019)

Twister (Film; 1996)

Under the Counter Spy (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1954)

Up the Down Staircase, by Bel Kaufman (Novel; 1964)

Weezer (a.k.a. The Blue Album), by Weezer (Album; 1994)

Today’s Name Days

Gordian, Isidor, Liliana (Austria)

Ivan, Job (Croatia)

Blažena (Czech Republic)

Gordianus (Denmark)

Aina, Aini, Ainike, Aino, Ainu (Estonia)

Aina, Aini, Ainikki, Aino (Finland)

Solange (France)

Damian, Gordian, Isidor, Liliana (Germany)

Simon, Simonas (Greece)

Ármin, Pálma (Hungary)

Alfio, Antonino, Cataldo, Miro, Quarto (Italy)

Maija, Mairita (Latvia)

Putinas, Sangailė, Viktorina (Lithuania)

Asbjørg, Asbjørn, Espen (Norway)

Antonin, Częstomir, Izydor, Jan, Symeon, Wiktoryna (Poland)

Simon (România)

Viktória (Slovakia)

Damián, Juan (Spain)

Esbjörn, Styrbjörn (Sweden)

Cormac, Cormick, Gordon, Job, Joby, Jobina, Max, Maximilian, Maximus, Maxine, Maxwell (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 131 of 2024; 235 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 19 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Saille (Willow) [Day 27 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Ji-Si), Day 3 (Jia-Xu)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 2 Iyar 5784

Islamic: 2 Dhu al-Qada 1445

J Cal: 11 Magenta; Foursday [11 of 30]

Julian: 27 April 2024

Moon: 8%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 19 Caesar (5th Month) [Paulus Aemilius]

Runic Half Month: Ing (Expansive Energy) [Day 1 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 53 of 92)

Week: 2nd Week of May

Zodiac: Taurus (Day 21 of 31)

Calendar Changes

Ing (Expansive Energy) [Half-Month 10 of 24; Runic Half-Months] (thru 5.28)

[sonorous-eisfyl]

what are your muse’s aesthetics? BOLD any which apply to your muse! remember to REPOST! feel free to add to the list!

[ COLOURS ]  ~  burgundy. red. crimson. scarlet. maroon. mahogany. copper. amber. chocolate. brown. tawny. tan. bronze. brass. orange. gold. saffron. yellow. chartreuse. spring green. lime. mint. green. olive. forest. turquoise. teal. cerulean. blue. navy. cobalt. periwinkle. indigo. pewter. plum. purple. magenta. fuchsia. lilac. lavender. pink. coral. peach. ivory. cream. white. silver. grey. smoke. charcoal. ebony. black. pastels. vibrant. matte. metallic. muted. dark. light.

[ BODY ] ~ mutations. claws. fangs. wings. tails. feathers. webs. spikes. scales. fur. stripes. spots. freckles. acne. bruises. scars. scratches. gashes. lashes. wounds. amputations. burns. brands. teeth. gums. tongues. lips. beards. mustaches. cheeks. noses. ears. eyes. eyelashes. eyebrows. hair. heads. neck. shoulders. collar bones. arms. elbows. wrists.  hands. fingers. breast. back. ribs. abs. belly. hips. curves. butts. legs. thighs. knees. shins. ankles. feet. toes. nails. sweat. spit. tears. blood. heart. stomach. lungs. liver. veins.  guts. bones. spine. muscle. skin. feline. canine. masculine. feminine.

[ WEAPONS ]  ~  bites. fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. bow. crossbow. hammer.  shield. poison. (bow)guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers.  machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. bombs. missiles. boomerangs. lethal pets. lasers.

[ MATERIALS ]  ~ metal. gold. silver. platinum. pewter. titanium. iron. steel. copper. bronze. brass. tin. bismuth. diamonds. pearls. rubies. garnets. sapphires. emeralds. jade. peridots. alexandrite. opal. topaz. jasper. quartz. rose quartz. smoky quartz. amethyst. citrine. fluorite. amber. malachite. turquoise. lapis lazuli. sodalite. pyrite. labradorite.  moonstone.  petrified wood. wood. paper. parchment. hemp. canvas. burlap. oils. skin. muslin. rayon. faux. wool. fur. lace. leather. skins. suede. corduroy. silk. satin. chiffon. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. rocks. flint. asphalt. brick. granite. marble. dust. rust. glitter. sand. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. nylon. polyester. plastic. glass. porcelain.  bone. shells. coral.

[ NATURE ]  ~ grass. leaves. trees. bark. flowers. roses. daisies. forget me nots. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. roots. ocean. pond. river. stream. waterfall. creek. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. tropical. jungle. marsh. moors. swamp.  plains. hills. highlands. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space.  clouds. mountains. fire. lava. ice. frost. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun.  heat. cold. steam. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise.  sunset. dewdrops. shadow. tornado. hurricane. water spout. thunder. hail. twisters. humidity. dryness.

[ ANIMALS ]  ~ birds. penguins. eagles. owls. falcons. vultures. hawks. swans. parrots. parakeets. doves. pigeons. ducks. robins. cardinals. blue jays. bluebirds. blackbirds. crows. ravens. magpies. mockingbirds. flamingos. ostriches. seagulls. albatross. peacocks. condors. finches. pelicans. chickens. geese. quail. bats. sheep. cows. buffalo. deer.  hedgehogs. elephants. horses. giraffes. cats. lions. tigers. pumas. cheetahs. jaguars. foxes. dogs. wolves. coyotes. bunnies. mice. rats. monkeys. apes. bears. pandas. polar bears. snakes. iguanas. chameleons. alligators. crocodiles. turtles. lizards. frogs. toads. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. stingrays. octopus. lobsters. crabs. bugs. spiders. ants.  moths. butterflies. flies. maggots. roaches. ladybugs. beetles. cicadas. dragonflies. fleas. termites. leeches. worms. snails. mosquitoes. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. dinosaurs.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ]  ~  pepper. salt. sugar. honey. syrup. caramel. candy. bubblegum.  mints.  candy canes. gumdrops. lollipops. chocolate. vanilla. cinnamon. ice cream. cake. cookies. brownies. biscuits. pie. tarts. lemonade. soda. champagne. wine. brandy. rum. whiskey. vodka. tequila. sake. beer. soju. gin. crema de cacao. cocoa. latte. coffee. tea.  spices. herbs. fruit. apples. oranges. lemons. cherries. strawberries. blueberries. raspberries. cranberries. watermelons. cantaloupes. bananas. coconuts. grapes. kiwi. pomegranates. tomatoes. vegetables. potatoes. cucumbers. carrots. turnips. onions. leeks.  celery. broccoli. cabbages. lettuces. roots. nuts. white meat. red meat. raw meat. veal. pork. chicken. beef. venison. fish. lobster. oysters. pizza. ambrosia. pasta. sandwiches. soup.

[ HOBBIES ]  ~  music. piano. flute. woodwinds. whistles. drums. guitar. cello. synthesizer.  violin. lute. harp. fiddle. harmonica. trumpet. brass. singing. composing. folk.  classical. bluegrass. blues. jazz. big band. pop. country. rock. punk. metal. electronica. hip hop. reggae. ska. rap. vinyl records. cassettes. cds. soundcloud. itunes. spotify. art.  sculpting. pottery. painting. watercolour. drawing. pastels. charcoal. sketching. graffiti. printing. inking. collecting. fighting. martial arts. self-defence. boxing. fencing. sumo. wrestling. jousting. paintball. lazer tag. duelling. hunting. fishing. climbing. weight lifting. training. sports. football. football (usa). rugby. baseball. cricket. lacrosse. volleyball. basketball. tennis. badminton. skating. cycling. sailing. rowing. hiking. running. gymnastics. dancing. ice skating. hockey.  reading. writing. cooking. sewing. acting. photography. video games. horseback riding. gardening. smithing. shopping. traveling. movies. theatre. libraries. books. magazines. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. science.

[ STYLE ]  ~ nudism. perfume. cologne. piercings. tattoos. henna. body paint. war paint.  make up. lipstick. mascara. eyeliner. eye shadow. powder. beauty marks. blush. nail polish. lingerie. fishnet. pantie-hoes. socks. stockings. leggings. long johns. under armor. corsets. sports bras. bustles. camisoles. blouses. button ups. tunics. vests. waistcoats. leather jackets. ponchos. sweaters/jumpers. hoodies. skirts. jeans. kilts. breeches. scarfs. cravats. ascots. belts. sashes. gloves. heels. sandals. platforms. tennis shoes. penny loafers. jordans. slippers. boots. cowboy boots. rain boots. army boots. armor. justaucorps. trench coats. capes. cloaks. burqa. suits. tuxedos. kimonos. saris. sun dresses. gowns. jewelry. earrings. nose rings. lip rings. tongue piercings. belly rings. gauges. eyebrow rings. necklaces. pearl strings. leis. bracelets. bangles. cuffs. watches. friendship bracelets. rings. pendants. lockets. broaches. boutonnieres. pocket watches. cuff links. hats. crowns. circlets. flower crowns. helmets. hijabs. turbans. baseball caps. cowboy hats. brocade. doublet. gorget. bracers. masks. cowls. braces. glasses. sun glasses. eye contacts. pyjamas.

[ MISC ]  ~ balloons. bubbles. candles. battle. war. diplomacy. peace. money. power.  clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies.  loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. sex. hugs. duality. sin. lust. greed. wrath. envy. sloth. gluttony. pride. virtue. chivalry. honour. piety. charity. diligence. chastity. gentleness. aggression. romance. hatred. grief. pity. success. bitterness. sorrow. joy. fear. anger. good. evil. relativity. vampirism. sapphism. life. birth. time. death. illusion. silence.

[brookston]

Holidays 5.10

Holidays

American Planetarium Day

Asian Pacific American Mental Health Day

AWS Smart Business Day

Bad Breath Day (UK)

Bear Witness Day (Canada)

Children’s Day (Maldives)

Clean Up Your Room Day

Confederate Memorial Day (NC, SC)

Constitution Day (Azerbaijan, Micronesia)

Dia De La Madre (Mexico)

Ependymoma Awareness Day

Fight Day (Japan)

Finger Face Puppet Day

Five & Dime Day

510 Day

Flower Festival (Azerbaijan)

German Shepherd Day

Golden Spike Day

Home Guard Day (UK)

Human Kindness Day

Indian Arrival Day (Jamaica)

International Day of Argania

International Monty Python Day

Library Legislative Days

Maid Day (Japan)

McHappy Day (Canada)

Mother Ocean Day

Mother’s Day (El Salvador, Guatemala, Mexico)

Move for Health Day

National Bonsai Day

National Brand Day (China)

National Cactus Day

National Canine Companion Graduation Day

National Child Care Provider Appreciation Day

National Clean Your Room Day

National Day of Action Against Anti-Asian Racism (Canada)

National Lipid Day

National Mangrove Day (Thailand)

National School Nurse Day

National Ship Via Rail Day

National Small Business Day

National Tree Growing Day (Kenya)

National Washington Day

Native American Day (Indiana)

Occupational Safety and Health Professional Day

One Day Without Shoes

Pastele Blajinilor (Memory/Parent’s Day; Moldova)

Resistance and Liberation Day (Lebanon)

Ring Day

Royal Ploughing Ceremony (Thailand)

Skunks Born Day

Stay Up All Night Night

Tag des Buches (Book Day; Germany)

Thrift Day (French Republic)

Tower Technician Appreciation Day

Trust Your Intuition Day

Whacking Day (The Simpsons)

Windmill Day

World Day of Social Communications

World Facilities Management Day

World Lupus Day

World Orienteering Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Chocolate Fish Day (New Zealand)

National Liver and Onions Day

National Shrimp Day

World Poultry Day

Independence & Related Days

Constitution Day (Micronesia)

Hashima (Declared; 2016) [unrecognized]

Romania (from Ottoman Empire, 1877)

2nd Friday in May

Child Care Provider Appreciation Day (a.k.a. Provider Appreciation Day) [Friday before Mother's Day]

Dia de la Madre (El Salvador) [2nd Friday]

Fintastic Friday: Giving Sharks A Voice [2nd Friday]

Flashback Friday [Every Friday]

Fry Day (Pastafarian; Fritism) [Every Friday]

International Professional Drivers Day [2nd Friday]

Military Spouse Day [Friday before Mother's Day]

Miniskirt Day [2nd Friday]

Mother’s Day (Guatemala; Women Employees only) [2nd Friday]

Mother’s Day (Mexico) [2nd Friday]

National Public Gardens Day [Friday before Mother's Day]

National School Communications Day [2nd Friday]

Shades Day [Friday closest to 5.15]

Working Mother’s Day [2nd Friday]

World PICU Day [2nd Friday]

Weekly Holidays beginning May 10 (1st Full Week)

National Public Gardens Week (thru 5.19) [Begins Friday before Mother’s Day]

UN Global Road Safety Week (thru 5.14)

Universal Family Week (thru 5.16)

Festivals Beginning May 10, 2024

BBQ & Barrels (Owensboro, Kentucky) [thru 5.11]

Canadian Tulip Festival (Ottawa, Canada) [thru 5.20]

Canby Brewfest (Canby, Oregon) [thru 5.11]

FedCon (Bonn, Germany) [thru 5.12]

Genuss Festival (Vienna Culinary Festival; Vienna, Austria) [thru 5.12]

Lexington Craft Beer Week (Lexington, Kentucky) [thru 5.19]

McAlester Italian Festival (McAlester, Oklahoma) [thru 5.11]

Mesick Mushroom Festival (Mesick, Michigan) [thru 5.12]

Middle Tennessee Strawberry Festival (Portland, Tennessee) [thru 5.11]

Norfolk & Norwich Festival (Norwich, UK) [thru 5.26]

Piney Woods Wine Trail Festival (Lindale, Texas) [thru 5.11]

Rochester Lilac Festival (Rochester, New York) [thru 5.19]

Shepherds Harvest Sheep and Wool Festival (Lake Elmo, Minnesota) [thru 5.12]

Smoke on the Lake BBQ Festival (Acworth, Georgia) [thru 5.11]

Texas Crab Festival (Crystal Beach, Texas) [thru 5.12]

Vintage & Vino (Queen Creek, Arizona) [thru 5.12]

The WhiskyX (Boston, Massachusetts)

Feast Days

Alphius, Philadelphus and Cyrinus (Christian; Martyrs)

Antonius, Archbishop of Florence (Christian; Saint)

Aurelian of Limoges (Christian; Saint)

Calepodius (Christian; Saint)

Catald (a.k.a. Cathal; Christian; Saint)

Comgall (Christian; Saint)

Damien of Molokai (Christian; Saint)

Desmond MacNamara (Artology)

Feast of the Wedding of Shiva & Meenakshi (India; Everyday Wicca)

Fido (Muppetism)

Galepodius (Christian; Martyr)

Gordian and Epimachus (Christian; Martyrs)

Hannibal (Positivist; Saint)

Incense to Bring Love Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Job the Patriarch (Roman Catholic Church, pre-1969 calendar)

John of Ávila (Christian; Saint)

John Holmes Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Konstantinos Parthenis (Artology)

Lemuralia, Day 2 (Ancient Rome; Dedicated to Eradicating Malevolent Spirits of the Dead)

Lofn’s Blot (Pagan)

Mutant Awareness Day (Pastafarian)

Paul Wunderlich (Artology)

Rosalia (Ancient Roman Memorial Day)

Solangia (Christian; Virgin & Martyr)

Tin Hat Day (Chinese Goddess of the North Star; Hong Kong)

Wolverine Day (Pastafarian)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Lemuria (Day 2 of 3; Ancient Rome) [Unlucky to Marry]

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Tycho Brahe Unlucky Day (Scandinavia) [22 of 37]

Premieres

Alligator Crawl, recorded by Louis Armstrong and His Hot Seven (Song; 1927)

All Things Bright and Beautiful, by James Herriot (Novel; 1975)

The Cider House Rules, by John Irving (Novel; 1985)

Cold Comfort Farm (Film; 1996)

Computer World, by Kraftwerk (Album; 1981)

Dorsai!, by Gordon R. Dickson (Novel; 1959)

Farm Frolics (WB MM Cartoon; 1941)

Feather Bluster (WB MM Cartoon; 1958)

Fish Follies (Phantasies Cartoon; 1940)

The Flowers of Buffoonery, by Osamu Dazai (Novel; 1935)

For a Few Dollars More (Film; 1967)

Gatsby (Film; 2013)

Good Omens, by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett (Novel; 1990)

Guntram, by Richard Strauss (Opera; 1894)

The Hot Rock, by Donald E. Westlake (Novel; 1970)

In Dutch (Disney Cartoon; 1946)

I Shot the Sheriff, recorded by Eric Clapton (Song; 1974)

Last and First Men, by Olaf Stapledon (Novel; 1930)

Lovesexy, by Prince (Album; 1988)

The Man Who Fell to Earth, by Walter Tevis (Novel; 1963)

Misunderstanding, by Genesis (Song; 1980)

Monty Python and the Holy Grail (Film; 1975)

The Muppets Mayhem (TV Series; 2023)

Murder in the Mill-Race, by E.C.R. Lorac (Novel; 1952)

Patriotic Popeye (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1957)

The Pink Panther: Pink at First Sight (DePatie-Freleng Animated TV Special; 1981)

Pokemon: Detective Pikachu (Film 2019)

Porky’s Ant (WB LT Cartoon; 1941)

The Professor and the Madman (Film; 2019)

Rabbit Transit (WB LT Cartoon; 1947)

Rio, by Duran Duran (Album; 1982)

The Silmarillion, by J.R.R. Tolkien (Novel; 1978)

Sock a Doddle Do (WB LT Cartoon; 1952)

Tolkien (Film; 2019)

Twister (Film; 1996)

Under the Counter Spy (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1954)

Up the Down Staircase, by Bel Kaufman (Novel; 1964)

Weezer (a.k.a. The Blue Album), by Weezer (Album; 1994)

Today’s Name Days

Gordian, Isidor, Liliana (Austria)

Ivan, Job (Croatia)

Blažena (Czech Republic)

Gordianus (Denmark)

Aina, Aini, Ainike, Aino, Ainu (Estonia)

Aina, Aini, Ainikki, Aino (Finland)

Solange (France)

Damian, Gordian, Isidor, Liliana (Germany)

Simon, Simonas (Greece)

Ármin, Pálma (Hungary)

Alfio, Antonino, Cataldo, Miro, Quarto (Italy)

Maija, Mairita (Latvia)

Putinas, Sangailė, Viktorina (Lithuania)

Asbjørg, Asbjørn, Espen (Norway)

Antonin, Częstomir, Izydor, Jan, Symeon, Wiktoryna (Poland)

Simon (România)

Viktória (Slovakia)

Damián, Juan (Spain)

Esbjörn, Styrbjörn (Sweden)

Cormac, Cormick, Gordon, Job, Joby, Jobina, Max, Maximilian, Maximus, Maxine, Maxwell (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 131 of 2024; 235 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 19 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Saille (Willow) [Day 27 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Ji-Si), Day 3 (Jia-Xu)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 2 Iyar 5784

Islamic: 2 Dhu al-Qada 1445

J Cal: 11 Magenta; Foursday [11 of 30]

Julian: 27 April 2024

Moon: 8%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 19 Caesar (5th Month) [Paulus Aemilius]

Runic Half Month: Ing (Expansive Energy) [Day 1 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 53 of 92)

Week: 2nd Week of May

Zodiac: Taurus (Day 21 of 31)

Calendar Changes

Ing (Expansive Energy) [Half-Month 10 of 24; Runic Half-Months] (thru 5.28)

[casspurrjoybell-32]

Taken - Blue Moon Series - Chapter 8b

*Warning Adult Content*

Lakota Bateman

We had been traveling for a good two days straight now as we came to a rest for the night by a stream.

It was a pretty silent trip with the occasional irritant from constantly being around each other all the time.

I watched Teagan and Connor slip off somewhere while the three of us sat to rest as was a typical thing for them to escape for alone periods of time.

I walked over towards the stream and lapped at the cool water.

Laying my exhausted body down I was listening to the peaceful sounds of the creek rushing by, almost falling asleep when I jumped up suddenly as a fish was dropped in front of my face.

I looked over towards Gale who had made himself comfortable against a tree, he was fiddling with a piece of wood.

Glancing up I watched as a drenched Cyrus pushed the food closer to me with his nose before shaking and splattering water everywhere.

'Eat,' he told me through our bond.

My chest suddenly felt heavy as I stared at the bloody scaled creature.

It was considered one of the ultimate intimacy when you provided sustenance for your mate.

It proved that you were forever in his care and he would make sure you were safe and healthy.

Living as I have, I haven't felt much love in my life and being fed something my mate had caught for me had set my emotions off.

'Thank you,' I said roughly as I leant down piercing my teeth into the flesh.

"Oh, that looks delicious," Gale's voice sounded from above me as I heard him kneel down next to us.

"So is everyone staying in their wolf form and leaving me the only talking being around here?" he gave us his charming smile.

I heard Cyrus growl slightly as he gave Gale a sideways glare.

Shaking my head I finished my fish and shifted, Cyrus reluctantly followed suit.

"Ah there you are," Gale joked.

Something large was thrown over me from behind, a blanket, peeking over my shoulder I saw Cyrus's grim face as he stood naked above me.

I snapped my head back, a blush flooding my cheeks as I gripped the edges of the blanket closer.

"Well damn I feel like I should be going in the buff as well," Gale said grinning.

"I feel left out," and reached down to pull his shirt above his head.

"How about you don't," Cyrus growled sitting beside me, unashamed.

"I'm just joining the pack is all," Gale shrugged.

"We don't want you in the pack."

I glanced up frowning at Cyrus's rude comment.

"Cyrus," I said softly but I was ignored of course.

I watched Gale's usual playful brown eyes were staring at Cyrus hard now.

'Oh No.'

"I believe you mean 'you' don't want me in the pack or mated to Lakota," Gale retorted.

"You're right," Cyrus stood now.

"I don't and I don't want you anywhere near 'my' mate."

I could see Cyrus's canines extending and none to my surprise I found Gale's sharp fangs elongating as well.

'This isn't good at all.'

"Guys," I warned, coming to my feet.

"Lakota has been with me for years and you think it's fine for you to just swoop in and have the rights to take what doesn't belong to you?"

"You have some nerve wolf."

"Excuse me?"

"If you wanted him so much you should have marked him a long time ago," Gale snarled in Cyrus's face as he stepped up to him.

"Don't think I didn't notice that your essence was no-where to be found on him, when we first met."

In that moment Cyrus growled and pushed Gale out of his face... I knew this wasn't going to end well.

Gale staggered back abruptly, his head down and his hair obscuring our view of his face from us.

"Gale," I whispered calmly, stepping closer to him when he snapped his head up and I had to step away as his gentle brown eyes were a deep silver and his lips pulled back over his glistening fangs.

Then he was airborne, his body slamming into Cyrus's snarling form as they rolled together.

"No," I screamed running towards them.

I could smell blood and my own ran cold.

"Stop."

I heard the growls as Cyrus must have shifted biting any place he could get his canines into.

Gale was under him suddenly holding Cyrus' head from getting any closer to his own before he balled up his fist and punched him, causing him to fall over.

They rolled and rolled, each unable to get a good grip of the other.

When I saw Gale finally push forward and sink his fangs into Cyrus' furry neck.

I watched in horror as Cyrus seized up, his eyes squeezing tight and I heard a whimper escape his mouth.

"Oh Goddess," Connor's voice said from behind me as both Connor and Teagan ran forward.

Teagan quickly grabbed Gale and tossed him aside and I ran over to him to find his mouth red and glazed silver eyes.

Clenching my teeth I quickly turned towards Cyrus dropping to my knees beside him.

"Cyrus?" I said reaching out to pet his sable colored fur.

But the moment I touched him he flinched.

I snapped my hand back in surprise as he shot to his feet suddenly running into the forest.

"Cyrus?" I exclaimed.

"What the hell did you do?" Connor demanded as he came to stand in front of Gale's immobile body.

I glanced towards them curious of the answer myself.

Cyrus had never been defeated in a fight before and he didn't easily run from one either.

"Hey," Connor yelled yanking Gale's shirt only to get an intense glare and a deadly growl.

"Let go," Gale warned.

Connor was snatched away as Teagan came to shield him from Gale.

"Do not threaten him," he snarled.

Frowning I walked forward mimicking Teagan's move as I stood protectively in front of my mate.

"Can you please just give us a moment?" I asked Teagan, staring him in the eyes.

I watched as his dark eyes softened slightly before turning, placing his hand on Connors lower back guiding him away. 

Once they were gone, I turned to face my motionless mate.

On the ground he lay with his arms spread out and his legs spread apart slightly as he stared blankly up at the night sky.

The moon was eliminating the sky with it's bright light.

I could see that it was almost a full and for some reason it gave me a nagging feeling like I was forgetting something important.

But I couldn't remember at the moment.

"Gale," I said softly lowering myself to the floor next to him.

"Gale?" I placed my hand on the other side of his head and leant over his body to get in his face.

Finally his glassy silver eyes focused on me and I gave him a patient expression.

His mouth was still cover in blood when I saw him smile up at me and reach his hand out towards my face.

His cold fingers gently caress my face.

"What did you do?" I asked him softly.

"I didn't mean to but..." he stops.

"What?"

He sighed closing his eyes before leaning up and lightly touching his lips to mine.

I felt the wet transfer of blood smearing on my mouth and I instinctually licked it away from both of us.

Cyrus's taste exploded on my tongue and I gasped.

My shocked eyes met his calm ones and he smiled.

A while later I sat next to Gale as we waited for Cyrus to finally come out of hiding.

I would have followed after him but he was the type of person that when he needed space it was best to give it to him.

Gale was playing with my hand, caressing my fingers and palm but kept his gaze set intently out onto the tree line.

I knew what was wrong with him but kept silent about it.

I also knew Cyrus was not going to be too happy about all this but to be honest it helped me understand our group a lot more.

I have marked both Cyrus and Gale and Gale had just bitten Cyrus... meaning the only thing left to do was for Cyrus to sink his canines into Gale now and we would all be mated.

But the problem is, even though we were all supposed to be together Cyrus was not a big fan of Gale.

There was no way in hell that he'd willingly mark Gale without a fight.

[hollowcreekfarmrescue]

https://hollowcreekfarm.org/donate/ Look at the 8 adorable month-old puppies playing together while their Mama Mia takes a break.

Born 12/25/23, they & Mama Mia were removed from a home due to unclean conditions. But thankfully all are healthy & safe with us at Hollow Creek Farm Rescue in South Carolina.

They're getting puppy vaccines & de-worming, while we ensure Mama Mia has all the nutrition, food, love & care she needs to keep nursing these busy babies.

Go to our Facebook Page & donate a few bucks to name them: https://www.facebook.com/hcfrescue/

We'll announce the final names when all the bids are in. https://HollowCreekFarm.org Hollow Creek Farm Equine and Canine Rescue is a small South Carolina 501c3 that has rescued many hundreds of animals since 1999. Our mission is to rescue, rehabilitate and rehome severely abused, neglected, and exploited animals.

[saltyground]

Neil and Porji <3

Behold, this is Porji

15 years old as of November 24th 2019

He is the dog that cannot be killed by ordinary means.

For he has survived:- falling off a motorbike at 80kms an hour onto the bitumen, attempted assassination by Lucijet poison (2 days on a drip), 3 major operations for skin cancer, walking the entire length of the Hopkins River from Warrnambool to Lake Bolac and back again, then from Langi Ghiran to Wickliffe, then twice along the Fiery Creek, then along the Mount Emu creek and the Wannon river from Gariwerd to the Wannon Falls.

And then- after all that loyal dogging- his owner runs over him dislocating his pelvis!

But, Porji - after yet another operation ( femoral head osteotomy) and now with a bent behind and only three good legs- forgives even that as long as his food is there everyday and on time.

And if you happen to be caught eating outside of that be prepared for his withering, sphinx-like stare – which is not so much a plead but more an entitlement that exists beyond your understanding – a look which instils such guilt in you that you helplessly proffer morsels from your plate.

And you know you must do this for his heart is mighty. He has spread his love around and acquired multiple human fathers and mothers in his time. He’s not enamoured by other canines- unless they are small like him- for he is known to tackle dogs four times his size. And even when he comes off second best he is neither undeterred or diminished for his courage is legion.

He is still a handsome, furry little fella with a proud trot. He will warn and protect you from any intruder or unknown car and be your bed spud if you let him.

His only weakness is for balls- of any size and description- these he craves and covets to the exclusion of all else- except perhaps food- and even then he is torn between the two.

He is a hunter and he kills; rabbits, rats, mice and flies. He is Porji, the dog who cannot die.

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[cycreekpest]

How Rodents Affect Cats and Dogs

Your pets and rodents

In some Valley areas, rooftop rodents are an endemic issue. It's workable for your pets to come into contact with these rodents.

This is the thing you want to be aware of:

Dogs and rodents

Assuming that you have rooftop rodents in your loft or around your home, your canine will likely be the first to be aware. Their feeling of smell and sharp ears will get on these home interlopers sometime before you do.

On the off chance that your dog barks or snarls haphazardly at the roof, it very well may be something other than an occurrence. It's one of the indications of a rooftop rodent invasion, and it's likely a chance to call us for a free nuisance investigation.

On the off chance that your canine encounters a rodent, it'll likely attempt to get it. Some canine varieties were really reared to be rodent catchers, so there may be serious areas of strength for some push for them to give pursue.

Snatch your canine by the restraint and avoid them as much as possible. As we'll make sense of in the part underneath, rooftop rodents convey a wide range of horrible illnesses that can be gone to your canine.

Cats and rodents

Felines are instinctually designed to chase rodents. Truth be told, most specialists accept that people and felines initially began cohabitating when early agriculturalists began putting away grain. The put-away food pulled in rodents, which, thusly, pulled in cats. Along these lines, dogs and people framed a harmonious relationship, with the previous assisting with safeguarding grain stores from rodents.

In any case, that doesn't mean you ought to allow your feline to chase a rodent or a mouse. There's a justification for why mousers cats reared, prepared, and permitted to chase mice and different rodents, commonly on ranches carry on with generally short lives. Rodents convey a wide range of infections that can get around to the cats once the last option has effectively finished the chase.

You could want to allow your feline to chase a rodent or a mouse is "natural." In any case, you're putting your feline's well-being at serious gamble.

If your Homes are affected by rodents, call “Cypress Creek Pest Control” a reputed Houston Pest Control agency in TX.

[cypresstx]

Things to Do in Cypress Texas

If you're looking for things to do in Cypress, TX you've pertained to the appropriate location. If you're a nature fan, you'll find lots of treking trails, picnic areas, and also disc fairway in this area. As well as if you're searching for something to do with the children, there are many fun activities for youngsters to enjoy in this community.

Take the children to a regional park. Cypress Park is a peaceful park with a water fountain, trails, and an area. Its trails are well-lit, so you can walk during the night or in the middle of the day without fretting about obtaining lost. It's additionally an excellent area for households to invest some high quality time together.

One more wonderful place to spend a day is Lakewood Crossing Park, which is a great place for kids. It has a picnic structure, two play ground areas, and routes that run along with Cypress Creek. It's a stunning location with great deals of plant, so youngsters of every ages will have a blast here.

Another prominent location to hang out with the family members is the Wicked Boxer Developing. It has an exterior bounce residence and a little play area for older youngsters. The environment at this place is laid back and enjoyable, and moms and dads will certainly enjoy it. You can additionally see Matzke Park for a soothing day out. This 19-acre park has a playground, walking tracks, and also a football field.

There's a lot of fun to be had in the city of Cypress, Texas. You can play tennis, consume some local food, and also even take an outing! If you're trying to find something extra educational, you can check out the Trinity Winery Church. The church's objective is to produce an area of individuals that love the gospel.

One more location to check out in Cypress is the Berry Center, a recreation center with a variety of rooms for various tasks. You can also participate in regional efficiencies, service conferences, as well as parties at this space. You can additionally participate in a variety of efficiencies, shows, as well as household programs. The Berry Center likewise provides an auditorium and a cinema with comfy supported seats.

There are a lot of enjoyable areas to check out with the household, including breweries that invite canines. There's also a small play area and a bouncy house for the kids to delight in. Additionally, the Boardwalk in Cypress is a great location for a family members trip. One more great location to visit is the Little Eclectic House. You can find one-of-a-kind house decoration things and also materials below, and the personnel is friendly and also practical. This is likewise where you can find out to paint. If you wish to try your hand at painting, you can take a class at Cypress Painting with a Spin. It's a fun method to invest a day in Cypress and discover something new.

If you're a nature lover, you can likewise visit the Little Cypress Creek Preserve. It's totally free to check out, as well as has almost 2 miles of tracks. The tracks are bordered by lush evergreen and also are perfect for nature fans. Nevertheless, be prepared for a couple of mosquitoes, and also keep in mind to remain secure! It's a great place for households with children. You can enjoy this park throughout the year.

Among the most tasty burger joints in Cypress is the Shack Burger Resort. They make their patties from in your area sourced beef and also offer creative toppings. Amongst their numerous yummy choices are the Brazilian Burger, potato stix, sausage, and also grilled corn. They also have a terrific patio and a wide range of cool brews.

You can additionally take your household to Telge Park, which supplies barbecue tables, gas grill, and various outside activities. There are likewise hiking trails and also disc golf courses, that make it a wonderful area to spend time with friends and family. You can additionally have a look at Mac's Sports Bar as well as Grill.

The location is likewise house to the Houston Costs Outlets. If you're trying to find lots on developer garments, you'll discover them at the Houston Premium Outlets. There are over 140 designer outlet stores right here. There makes sure to be something for every person. So, whatever your interests are, Cypress makes certain to have them. But don't forget to take some time to venture out and also check out the community, and do not fail to remember to appreciate on your own while you're here.

On this city you can count with Blingle! of Northwest Houston. Blingle! is an outdoor lighting company that concentrates on custom-made lighting remedies. They offer complimentary examinations without commitment. This company can make and also mount patio and landscape lighting for your residence, as well as they are understood for supplying outstanding customer service.

Blingle! offers expert lights solutions for household and also business homes. From landscape lighting to patio area chandeliers, they provide imaginative options for any kind of outdoor lighting scenario.

Blingle! 13320 Telge Road Suite 201 Cypress, TX 77429 832-225-3458 https://blingle.com/cypress-texas

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The Old Salem Post

Our  Local Tamassee-Salem SC Area News each Monday except holidays                           Contact: theoldsalempost@gmail.com          Distributed to local businesses, town hall and library.                            Volume 6 Issue 40                           Week of October 10,  2022                https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/oldsalempost-blog                                                         Lynne Martin Publishing

EDITOR: I enjoyed “Asthon Recalls” last week. The article where visitors brought along their own picnic basket of food and were encouraged to bring seeds for the garden area of the school.  The article from 1932 asked for a milk cow for the farm and told how the ladies were quilting.  What has happened to our school systems today where they are training our children to expect everything for free with little effort required?  America was built with work, not a hand-out. Many students do not leave school with true skills for managing a home, a check book, nor other skills for sustainable living.  Not to mention social skills, appropriate vocabulary, accountability, a dress code and manners. These things start at home, and in our churches, but we know many  students did not fall far from the tree at home, when that generation was “educated,” or labeled and placed on a course that lead them to drop out of school.   So what is the answer?  Change.  One man told me last week, “Everyone knows the financial problem with the schools;  too much money is spent in administration. And, no one does anything about it.”  My daddy would call that, “ Too many Chiefs, and not enough Indians.” Forgive me if that is incorrect terminology in today’s society.  It could be rephrased “ Too many Directors, and not enough teachers and helpers.”  Vote for someone who is trying to keep our money in the classrooms.  Remaining silent is the same as condoning what is happening.  LMartin

TOWN OF SALEM:  Downtown Market every Sat. 8am-12pm.  Fall Festival in Salem! Oct 28, 5:30pm-7:30pm. Inflatables, Pony Rides, Hay Rides, Face Painting, Trunk or Treat & More!  Council Meeting Tuesday Oct18 6pm.  Donate  Candy to the Trunk or Treat Festival!                                                                                       

Jocassee Valley Brewing Company (JVBC), 13412 N Hwy 11 Open Wed-Sat, 8am-9pm  Events: Thurs: OLD TIME JAM.   Fri: Food: Wing Wagon South Music: AMONGST the TREES  Sat: IRON PIG and CRANK DOGS Sunday: 11am-7pm. Food by Iron Pig Music: Big Eyes Parker 4pm.                        COFFEE SHOP Wed-Sat 8am-9pm. Serving Martha’s Marvelous Munchies! Book Club Oct 19 at 10AM to discuss  Lanny by Max Porter.                                                                                                                         

             + ASHTON RECALLS+                   By Ashton Hester      .    .

62-YEAR-OLD MAN LEARNED TO WRITE IN 1922 - (The following letter to the editor was in the October 11, 1922 issue of the Keowee Courier). . .Boone's Creek School, Salem, S.C., Sept. 25th, 1922. . .Editor of the Courier, Walhalla, S.C. . . .Dear Sir:. . .Won't you please print this letter in your valuable paper? I could not write when I started to adult school four weeks ago, but I am thankful to say that I can now write some. I have been requested to write a little article about our school to be published in your paper. . .Thanking you in advance for publishing it, I am, Yours very truly, J.D. Brown. . .P.S.--I am now sixty-two (62) years old, and I want to encourage every ignorant person, no matter how old they are, to take advantage of those schools. I am thankful to our Board of Education.

SC State Museum:  For the Children this October, the South Carolina State Museum, will be showing SCOOB! the world's most beloved canine detective and his Mystery Inc, gang in 4D.              A Martin

TWICE A TOWN TAVERN, downtown Salem, is now up and running daily. Sun-Sat. Check on hours.

Fun Day Trip:  Grab your friends and or family and take a drive to Helen, Georgia to see their little Octoberfest town.  We took hwy 11 to Westminster 123 to Toccoa, Georgia and the Hwy 17 route.  ( Do not take the 17 ALT route because you have to cross hwy 441 with 4 lanes of traffic and no stop light.) This was a wonderful fun day trip adventure. Beautiful rural roadsides. Low traffic.  But Helen is a bit busy this time of year.   

Jottings from Jeannie in Bali, South Pacific:  I am exactly on the opposite side of the world from you! It is a perky9:00AM Monday morning here and a sleppy 9:00PM in Tamassee as I write.  Each new day begins at the International Dateline.  Remember that the sun does not move.  While making a yearly rotation around te sun, we also rotate daily from east to west.  Asia, then Europe, then the vast Atlantic.  Ocean will enjoy Sunrise— AND finally 12 hours from now the sun will peak in your window!  What an amazing Science Project!  Praise be to our Great Creator!  I love you  Miz Jeannie  ( Keep me in your prayers as I use my heart and head in His service!)

Eagles Nest Art Center, 501c3          UPCOMING EVENTS                 4 Eagle Lane, Salem          Call up a friend and come to the Eagles Nest Art Center this Saturday Night!                                                                                                 *Oct 15, 2022 RalphII and The Clinch Mountain Boys. Tickets $25 presale, $30 at the door on the day of the show available at the Town of Salem and on Eventbrite. Doors will open for general seating at 6pm.  There will be wonderful homemade refreshments, coffee, and colas for sale.Website: Eaglesnestartcenter.org                         Nov 19, 2022 Malpass Brothers Performance at 7pm are artists who promote true country classic music while creating new music hits.  They have performed with legend Merle Haggard, on the Grand Old Opry, and more.                                                                                                Dec 3, 2022 at 7pm a Christmas Performance by Darin and Brooke Aldridge. Call 864-280-1258. Help us make ENAC a success in your community!  Sponsor an event, share news of our show listings, sell tickets, or volunteer  in many other ways.  Our next scheduled meeting is Monday, November 7, 5pm at ENAC.                    DAY PROGRAM:  Tamassee DAR School is offering a full day program on Monday, Oct 17, 2022.  The day begins at 7:30am and ends at 6:00pm.  Activities include breakfast, lunch, afternoon snack.  The cost is $25/day for non-Afterschool members and $18/day for students enrolled in Tamassee’s Afterschool program.  Please contact Ms. Hope at 864-944-3022 by Friday, Oct 14 to register your child!                                                          Saving our way of life:  I talk with people from the Catawba and Charlotte areas who are sick of urban sprawl around their home towns.  The only way to fight it is to put your land in a trust, an easement, get land-use restrictions, or come back to haunt your children if they sell and develop what you have worked your life to pay for and accomplish.  I had a realtor say:  “ This place is beautiful.  It is the last of the wilderness. Developers and Realtors sit on committees in disguise of an underlying scheme.  They gobble up land, scrape and destroy it , take their money and leave. It is sickening.  They leave the ugliness to go on to the next project.”                                                                                                

Smokey the Bear said, “Only you can prevent forest fires.” The same is true with urban sprawl. Only you can prevent the destruction of our rural way of life and our homes.  Do not allow the lure of money to destroy what is real property.”                              Printing by the Town of Salem                              October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month                                              Pray for our world and one another.  LRM                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

[hrina]

The Thrill of the Chase, Pt. I

PAIRING: Harry x Reader RATING: M WORD COUNT: 3.6k REQUESTED: no

hi! it’s been a while since i’ve posted something on here lol, i wonder if anyone still remembers me 🤕

this is PART 1 of the hunter!AU that i’ve been writing. while the story is a patreon-exclusive, my patrons gave me permission to post the first chapter here on tumblr for anyone who’s curious about the kind of content i offer on patreon. 

if you want to read the rest of this series and unlock access to my other exclusive work, you can sign up for my patreon here. and as always, please reblog the fics you like and leave feedback for the authors, because we pour a lot of time and effort into our stories. happy reading 💌

~*~

Harry’s life is simple.

He performs only the essentials—wakes up and eats an apple for breakfast. Drizzles some lemon juice into his flask of water to keep his teeth healthy and clean. Shrugs on a few heavy furs. Lets Magnus outside to keep him from howling and pawing at the door. Sharpens his arrows. Knocks on the threshold of the cabin once for good luck. Goes hunting.

Upon returning, he crouches next to the firepit, laying out his kills and skinning them. He cooks one for himself—something small, like a squirrel, or a rabbit. Others, he saves for the market—fox, deer, coyote, boar. The pelts, tusks, and antlers are extremely sought-after (particularly by nobles), and often earn enough coin to carry him through the rest of the week.

He doesn’t entertain visitors, because who in their right mind would trek up the side of a mountain just to seek out one lonely hunter? Despite that, he’s come to appreciate his solitude. The silence is familiar—comfortable. Besides, Magnus proves both excellent and useful company, if the sheer volume of their kills offers any indication.

A simple life for a simple man.

Harry doesn’t need anyone else.

“Ready to go, mutt?”

He scratches behind Magnus’ droopy ears. One of the hound’s hindlegs thumps frantically in response. Harry chuckles, slinging his bow over his right shoulder and pulling open the cabin door.

“Come on, then.”

The sky is a dark, cloudy grey, and the smell of oncoming rain is unmistakable. Still, the two of them persevere, ducking past the trees at the edge of the clearing.

It’s a bad day to hunt.

With the threat of a storm looming just above the canopy, the animals have forgone their typical foraging patterns in favour of taking shelter. Harry only manages to kill a rabbit, and even then, it’s a messy shot. He usually gets them right through the eye—a quick, neat splice that results in minimal suffering. This time, however, his foot slips on a damp stone; he fumbles, and the arrow buries itself into the creature’s stomach.

“Fuck.”

The rabbit is still alive when he reaches it, its furry body heaving with shaky, uneven breaths. Harry kneels down, apologising quietly. His hand finds the scabbard strapped to his waist, and he draws a silver dagger from its depths.

He slits the poor hare’s throat just as rain begins to fall.

It’s easy work, after that. He pins the animal’s fluffy forelimbs together, tying them in place with thick, coarse rope. Magnus whimpers as Harry slides the creature’s limp body over his shoulder. He shoots the hound a tired look and shakes his head. Damp brown curls stick to his temples.

“Think that’s enough for today.”

The two of them have nearly made it back home—Harry’s boots squelch as he jumps over the small creek that flows close to the clearing—when Magnus perks up, lifting his snout and sniffing the air.

“What is it, mutt?” Harry asks.

Magnus releases a loud bark and takes off in the direction of the cabin. Harry sprints after him, one hand clutching his game while the other wraps around the leather grip of his bow.

“Magnus!” he yells.

The dog skids to a stop next to the wide trunk of a tree. He barks again and wags his tail feverishly.

Harry releases his bow, approaching with slow, cautious steps.

“What’s got you so—shit.”

You’re slumped in the mud, unconscious. Harry’s gaze rakes over your form, from your tattered blue gown to the leaves and twigs tangled in your hair. There are a few cuts littered across your face, arms, and chest. Rivulets of blood trickle down your wrist, spiderwebbing across your skin.

Magnus sticks his tongue out and pants.

“Good boy,” Harry mutters, bestowing a rugged caress atop the hound’s head.

He gathers you into his arms, paying no mind to the extra weight of your sodden dress. Your neck lolls over his bicep, sternum rising and falling with shallow, barely-there breaths. Harry carries you out of the forest and into the clearing. When he kicks open the cabin door, your eyelids flutter.

“Bear?” you mumble, lifting your head slightly. Your voice is grating, hoarse.

He looks at you. Your face contorts for only a moment before you slouch back into oblivion.

He sets you down onto the thick, woven rug splayed out in front of the hearth. He works quickly, shrugging off his furs and his game and discarding all of it without a second thought. Rain thrums against the roof, but the sound is lost amidst his heavy footsteps.

He hurries into his bedroom and pulls open the top drawer of his wooden dresser, fumbling for a glass jar and a spool of bandages. When his fingers finally make contact with the desired supplies, he darts back into the other room and kneels beside your motionless body.

He draws his dagger again, gripping the intricate material of your gown and slicing through it. Your corset proves far more challenging, practically embedded into your skin. He sets his knife aside, not willing to risk it. Instead, he hooks his fingers beneath the top of the girdle, rough knuckles brushing against your soft bosom. With a mighty tug, the structured fabric splits under his palms.

He screws open the lid on the jar and dips his thumb inside. The salve is sticky, viscous, and smells faintly of lavender. He smears it across your scrapes before inspecting your wrist.

The flesh is slashed and bloodied—how did you acquire such an injury? Canines? Claws? Harry uses the frayed edges of your dress to clean the mess. He then unwinds a few bindings from their roll, expertly bandaging your wound.

Once he’s finished, he sits back on his haunches, expelling a stale breath. His work is far from over—he needs to wash you, to scrub off all the dirt and grime staining your skin. He’ll go down to the creek with a cloth, he thinks, and saturate it with cool water. He’ll pick the leaves and branches out of your hair, and cover you in spare furs to keep you warm. He’ll prepare a hot meal so that you may eat when you wake. You’ll be ravenous, certainly.

These thoughts whirl around in his head, along with the realisation that you might expire here, lying on an old rug in the middle of a stranger’s secluded home. Still, he watches your chest rise, swelling with proof of your vitality. The sight puts him at ease.

Harry aims a cursory glance over his shoulder. Magnus is stationed at the door, wet snout resting on the ground. The dog gazes at your limp body with big, solemn eyes, as though he somehow understands the severity of the situation.

“Don’t worry, mutt,” Harry tells him, knees shuffling against the floor. “I won’t let her die.”

~*~

Three days pass.

Harry curtails the duration of his hunts. He kills only the essentials: a hare or a squirrel, something small enough to cook over the fire. He has enough coin saved up from his previous trades to last him another few trips to the market.

Every morning, he prepares a simple, homely meal for you should you wake. When you do not, he eats the food in your place—he’ll be damned if it goes to waste.  

On the fourth day, he carries a bowl of soup into his room. He’s expecting to see you tucked into his bed, still unconscious. Instead, you’re alert, sitting upright and studying your surroundings. The furs that previously covered your body now pool around your waist, exposing your naked chest. When you catch sight of Harry lingering in the doorway, you gasp, fumbling for the pelts and clutching them to your sternum.

“You’re up,” he says gruffly, stepping through the threshold.

You scramble back, eyes widening in fear. He pauses.

You’re afraid, he realises, tilting his head to the side. This may be more difficult than he initially thought.

“Soup,” he says slowly, holding out the small clay bowl in his hands. “You need to eat.”

“Who are you?” you ask. Your voice is patchy and frail. “Where am I?”

He sets the dish down onto his dresser before shooting you a stern, expectant look.

“Eat.”

Upon exiting the room, he strains his ears and listens carefully. The creak of a loose floorboard—you’ve climbed out of bed. The sound of nimble footsteps pattering across the ground—you’re moving toward the door. And finally, the quiet scrape of clay against wood, indicating that your hunger has prevailed.

He nods to himself.

You’re not dead. That’s a start.

~*~

That evening, Harry is perched next to the firepit outside the cabin. The orange sun crawls down the horizon, kissing the tops of the trees. He basks in the warmth, knowing that it will soon be eradicated by the cool chill of nightfall.

He fiddles with the spit poised above the flames. He caught another rabbit, today. The creature’s fur is laid out across the grass, scrubbed clean of blood. The rest of it cooks over the fire, darkening with each passing minute.

A faint creak reaches Harry’s ears. He perks up, glancing at the door.

You hover just beyond the threshold, leaning nervously against the strong wooden beams. Harry relaxes and turns back around. He uses a long stick to poke at the charred logs; the kindling pops, and a few embers float into the air.

“What are you doing?” Your inquiry is soft, shaky.

His reply is curt: “Dinner.”

You approach warily, bare feet treading through the grass. When you spot the hunk of meat roasting over the flames, a feeble gasp tumbles from your lips.

“That’s barbaric.”

Harry rubs his palms against his thighs. “That’s sustenance.”

He stands, and you retreat. His attention then falls to your torso. You’ve covered yourself with the furs from his room; they hang just past the swell of your bottom, rendering you exceptionally vulnerable. Goosebumps crop up on your bare thighs, visible in the golden light of the sunset.

He hums. “You need clothes.”

You look down at the ground.

“That would be nice,” you whisper at last.

He merely grunts in response.

You follow him back inside, albeit from a distance. He strolls into his bedroom, pausing in front of a large trunk shoved against the far wall. Twin latches click open, and he begins rifling through its contents. After a few moments of silence, he produces a pale linen shirt and a pair of dark leather trousers.

“Here,” he says.

He dumps the fabric into your arms. You huff in surprise, instinctively relinquishing your hold on the pelts covering your body. They fall to the floor in a heap, exposing every inch of your skin.

An embarrassed squeak echoes in the back of your throat. Harry averts his eyes, staring pointedly up at the ceiling.

“Put those on,” he murmurs.

You nod quickly, sidestepping his broad frame. Now that you’re no longer in his line of sight, he lowers his gaze. Part of him wonders if he should say something else, but he decides against it. His legs carry him forward, and he disappears through the door.

~*~

You emerge from the bedroom a short while later, smoothing your hands over your hair in an attempt to look a bit more presentable. Harry resists the urge to tell you that here, in the mountains, appearances are hardly significant. He doesn’t own a mirror—such luxuries can only be afforded by the rich.

His clothes are too big on you, but that was to be expected. You’ve rolled up the sleeves of his linen shirt and cuffed the brown leather trousers so that they cinch at your ankles. You’re anxious, incisors gnawing on your bottom lip and eyes darting around the clearing, like you’re waiting for a monster to burst forth from the bushes.

“Here.”

Harry cuts a sliver of meat from the cooked rabbit carcass resting on the spit. You sit down on a wide, round tree stump as he holds the food out in your direction.

At first, he thinks that you may vomit. Fortunately, though, he finds himself mistaken. After a long moment of deliberation, you accept the protein, bringing it up to your nose and sniffing it warily.

“It’s good,” he rasps, slicing off another strip for himself. “Rabbit—all white meat.”

He pops the piece into his mouth and chews. Slowly, you copy him, sighing happily as newfound flavour erupts over your tongue. You waste no time, then, impatiently shoving the rest of the meat into your mouth.

Harry’s lips twitch.

“Thank you,” you say after swallowing.

He simply nods. The two of you continue to eat in silence, grinding the remnants of supper between your teeth.

Eventually, your curiosity overwhelms you.

“What’s you name?” you ask, timid.

Harry sits back, wiping his dagger with the hem of his cotton shirt.

“Harry.”

“And how did you find me, Harry?”

A low chuckle resonates in the back of his throat.

“Wasn’t exactly hard. You were lying in a puddle of mud not far from here.”

Your lips part. “How long have I been asleep?”

“Three days.”

“Three days?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t remember any of it,” you say softly, playing with your fingers. You hesitate before elaborating: “But I—I remember seeing your face. I thought you were a bear.”

He recalls that day, how you lifted your head weakly and uttered the word before sinking back into unconsciousness. It led him to believe that you’d been attacked. Your side of the story, however, proves much more entertaining.

“Well,” he says, exhaling brusquely, “I’m not.”

You examine him with big, tender eyes. He shifts awkwardly under the intensity of your gaze.

“No,” you finally agree. “You’re not.”

He swallows and flips the conversation around.

“Who are you?”

You stiffen, caught off-guard.

“That is…hardly relevant.”

“Perhaps,” Harry says. “But it is fair.”

When you don’t reply, he continues.

“You’re a lady, aren’t you?” he guesses. “A duchess. Your gown was too pretty to have belonged to a commoner.”

“My gown?” You perk up at the mention of the dress. “Where is it?”

“Gone. I tore through it.”

You gasp. “Why on earth would you do that?”

“It was the only way to keep you alive,” he says simply. “Your corset was impeding your ability to breathe.”

“My corset…” you mutter, mostly to yourself. You grimace after registering the implications of his words, thoroughly scandalized. “So, you—you—?”

“Yes. I had to.”

“God,” you choke out, covering your mouth. “How dare you? You should have just—!”

“Let you die?”

His query successfully squashes your disapproval; your lips flatten into a thin line, and you say nothing else. Harry watches the creases in your forehead dwindle as you realise that he’s right. You fiddle with the collar of your shirt, turning to the side and regaining your composure.

“Thank you,” you finally murmur, trying to hide your face from his piercing stare, “for not letting me die.”

He grunts. “You’re welcome.”

Brief silence ensues. A light breeze blows through the clearing, tousling the curls atop Harry’s head. The gust is enough to extinguish the last few flames frolicking over the kindle, until glowing embers are all that remain.

“I am a lady,” you suddenly add, though you refuse to meet his eyes. “But not a duchess.”

Harry leans forward, prodding at the residual ash in the firepit.

“What were you doing in the woods?”

You tinker with the bandages wrapped around your injured wrist.

“I was to be wed,” you confess, peeking up at him. “But I—I could not bear to go through with it. One should not marry for duty, but rather—”

“For love?”

You pause at his intrusion, lips parted in surprise.

“Yes,” you breathe. “For love.”

Your gazes lock. He clears his throat, breaking the contact quickly.

“You ran away, then.”

It’s not a question. You nod, and he hums.

“What is it?” you ask, brows knitting together.

“Nothing. It’s just…I may find good fortune in this situation.”

“How so?”

He shrugs. “Any man with sense would carry you down this peak, deliver you back to your family, and collect a hefty reward.”

Though he’s not looking at you, he can tell that you’ve recoiled.

“Please don’t,” you whisper.

He examines your face in the periphery of his vision. Your eyes glisten with unshed tears.

Just then, Magnus races out of the cabin, his tail wagging eagerly behind him. He trots over to you, sniffing your shoulder and releasing a high-pitched whine. You use one hand to swipe hastily at your cheeks; the other migrates to his head, tickling his floppy ears.

Harry watches the interaction unfold, completely stunned.

“He—he likes you.”

You glance over at him, still wary of his previous threat.

“I suppose he does,” you say quietly.

Magnus paws at your thighs. You direct your attention back to the keen bloodhound, pressing a feathery kiss to the tip of his wet nose.

Harry blinks a few times, trying to pinpoint the reason for his mutt’s newfound behaviour. At first, he wonders if his eyes are simply playing tricks on his brain. Yet with each flutter of his lids, the sight before him only seems to solidify.

“He doesn’t usually take well to strangers,” he mumbles.

When you don’t respond, he clenches his jaw tightly. Countless thoughts zoom through his head, spinning like wheels, tangling like thread.

Any man with sense would carry you down this peak, deliver you back to your family, and collect a hefty reward.

Harry is not a sensible man.

~*~

The three of you retreat indoors when the last shards of sunlight fade from the sky. Magnus circles the large woven rug poised in front of the hearth. Eventually, he collapses onto the mat, his snout drooping over his front paws. You stretch your arms into the air and yawn gently.

Harry is the last one to enter the cabin; he shuts the door behind him.

“Thank you again for dinner,” you say lightly.

You spin around and nearly crash into the hard barrier of his chest. Reflexively, his hands fly up to grasp your biceps, steadying you. He peers down at your face in the darkness, his thoughtful gaze tracing the contours of your cheeks. Your eyes are wide, lips split apart as you suck in air.

“Sorry,” you say, frozen in place.

He only grunts, releasing your arms and stepping away.

Your attention lingers on him as he approaches a wide pile of furs stacked into the corner of the room. He’s been sleeping on the makeshift cot for the past three nights, and though his back is always sore the next morning, he has yet to find a better alternative.

“What are you…?” You hesitate, rethinking your question. “What is that?”

“My bed.”

“Do you…always sleep there?”

“No,” he rasps, lowering himself onto the thick pelts. “I prefer to sleep in my room.”

He shoots you a pointed look, and you frown when the realisation sinks in.

“We—we can switch,” you say, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “I don’t want to impose.”

“No.”

“I insist.” You try again.

“As do I.”

You clamp your mouth shut, unsure of how to respond. Magnus has already dozed off—his soft snores filter through the heavy silence hanging over your heads.

“He’s lovely,” you suddenly say, referring to the quiescent hound. “Well-trained, too.”

“I won’t take credit for that,” Harry grumbles, rubbing his palms against his thighs. “He was a palace dog.”

You blink. “W-what?”

“A palace dog,” he repeats. “I found him alone in the woods after a hunt. His leg was broken—the guards left him there to die.”

“That’s awful.”

He hums in agreement.

“You took him in, then,” you say. When he nods, you add, “It seems that you have a knack for nursing others back to health.”

He doesn’t reply.

“The hunts—” you start, chewing nervously on your bottom lip. “Do they…occur frequently?”

“Why do you ask?” Harry says. His shoulders wobble with a hollow chuckle. “Are you afraid of being caught?”

You inhale sharply, and he realises that yes, you are.

“No,” he says, shaking his head. Subconsciously, his voice drops an octave, taking on a soothing quality. “They don’t come around often. And even if they did, I doubt that a single runaway lady would be of much concern.”

You blow out a relieved sigh, though the uneasy expression on your face never wanes.

“You’re probably right.”

A few hushed seconds draw out, during which neither of you speak. Your bare feet shuffle clumsily against the cold floor. You appear to be waiting for some sort of cue—a sound, a gesture, anything.

“Er—” Harry breaks the peace, cocking one eyebrow. “I sleep naked.”

“Oh.”

The exclamation is unbelievably breathless. Your throat bobs amidst a difficult swallow, and you totter back.

“Of course,” you stammer. “I’ll just—”

With a trembling hand, you motion toward the entrance of his bedroom.

He nods wordlessly.

“Right,” you mumble, retreating. “Goodnight, then…Bear.”

At that, he pauses. Your cheeks twitch with a feeble smile, but you don’t comment on the sweetness of the simple endearment.

Harry remains completely still as you scurry into his room. He sits there for a prolonged moment after the door shuts, trying to make sense of his thoughts. Your features have been stamped onto the backs of his eyelids, practically seared into the skin.

At last, warm air spills past his lips, and he allows himself to utter the low, relentless reply pulling at his tongue.

“Goodnight.”