#congrats i'm dead

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

The Bronx Zoo has just released Flaco's necropsy results.

He was not thriving, as the people championing the ideal of "freedom" claimed.

He was poisoned.

He was sick.

He was suffering.

"Freedom" would have eventually killed him. A building just happened to do it first.

"Postmortem testing has been completed for Flaco, the Eurasian eagle owl that was found down in the courtyard of a Manhattan building a little over a year after his enclosure at the Central Park Zoo was vandalized on February 2, 2023. Onlookers reported that Flaco had flown into a building on the Upper West Side of Manhattan on February 23, 2024, and acute trauma was found at necropsy. Bronx Zoo veterinary pathologists determined that in addition to the traumatic injuries, Flaco had two significant underlying conditions. He had a severe pigeon herpesvirus from eating feral pigeons that had become part of his diet, and exposure to four different anticoagulant rodenticides that are commonly used for rat control in New York City. These factors would have been debilitating and ultimately fatal, even without a traumatic injury, and may have predisposed him to flying into or falling from the building. The identified herpesvirus can be carried by healthy pigeons but may cause fatal disease in birds of prey including owls infected by eating pigeons. This virus has been previously found in New York City pigeons and owls. In Flaco’s case, the viral infection caused severe tissue damage and inflammation in many organs, including the spleen, liver, gastrointestinal tract, bone marrow, and brain.   No other contributing factors were identified through the extensive testing that was performed. Flaco’s severe illness and death are ultimately attributed to a combination of factors—infectious disease, toxin exposures, and traumatic injuries—that underscore the hazards faced by wild birds, especially in an urban setting."

The naturalistic fallacy kills animals in horrible ways. The romanticism of what humans want to think of as a "free, wild, pure life" cannot be allowed supplant the reality of injury, sickness, and death. Releasing captive animals (or keeping them from being recaptured) because it's "better" for them to suffer untethered than live a healthy, safe, captive life is inhumane and horrific.

Flaco's life didn't have to end in pain, sickness, and suffering.

Flaco's death didn't have to be tragic.

But once the idea of "freedom" entered the chat, Flaco's fate was unavoidable.

[vaguely-concerned]

are. are you telling me that if the romanced mage warden dies and alistair is king, he deadass stares greagoir down over her dead body and grants the circle of ferelden its autonomy after ordering it rebuilt somewhere safer. first you have to deliberately leave him behind so he won't die for you and then he does that for you once you're gone, even when you're broken up??? absolute and literal king behaviour of the highest order????? the actions speak louder than words of it all??????? I think I hauve covid

[alltimefail]

Jayden Revri in black and white is actually something that can be so personal...

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

One of Us is Guilty; Epilogue (Final)

Azul is now gone, but the actual room is known. Perhaps they will live to tell this tale.

Characters; Vil Schoenheit, Jade Leech, Silver, Azul Ashengrotto, Cater Diamond, Rook Hunt

Content; Murder mystery, the ending of this tale

Content Warnings; Blood, injury, death, murder, kidnapping (aka dead dove content)

Word Count; 1.3 K

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue (Part 1) | Epilogue (Final)

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Azul was gone, in much a similar manner as Cater — the only evidence serving that he was there being the shattered glasses that now lay on the ground.

“AZUL!” Jade was too late though, and this was the most emotion that he had really shown that night; the bottled emotions finally coming to the surface. 

He knelt down and carefully picked up the glasses, paying no mind to the tiny shards that pricked at his skin through his gloves. Paying no mind to the pinpricks of scarlet that had begun to stain the white fabric. And he stared at the broken glass; in a way, it represented their night. Normal enough at first, but once you got too close, it cuts at you and makes you bleed… it hurts you. And Jade was hurting, he had been since he had found the Prefect’s body earlier that night. 

There was no time though; to mourn, to panic, to freeze. Time would come later, now was the time for action; to stop this here and now.

“Sorry,” Jade breathed, dusting himself off, and pocketing Azul’s glasses. “Are you both alright?”

Silver and Vil both looked at Jade, taking in the slight tremble of his hands as well as the pinpricks of blood that stained his gloves. The calm mask had slipped for a mere second, but they both knew that this affected Jade just as much as it affected them.

“None of us are alright,” Vil sighed, massaging his temples. “And you don’t need to apologize; it’s okay to not be alright… especially in this situation.”

Silver nodded his head in agreement. “If it were Malleus… I would have the same reaction,” he whispered. “You’re strong, Jade.”

Jade pursed his lips but said nothing, instead just offering them both a silent nod; he got the message, but he also knew this was neither the time nor place to lose control of himself. 

“But if the teacher’s lounge wasn’t the room–” Silver mused.

“The library,” Vil exclaimed, eyes widening at the realization. “Think about it; where was Rook at the beginning of all this? The library!” Vil calmed himself down though, since that outburst was quite unlike him. “And if Cater and Azul are being held there, that’s where they will likely be.”

Silver and Jade looked at each other before looking back at Vil, and they followed after him, hands on their pens; ready for the worst, but hoping for the best. Because hope was the only thing that they had now.

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The library was brightly lit up, almost harshly so. And although it was bright, the brightness cast equally as dark shadows.

Rook was nowhere to be seen, and that was both reassuring and a cause for dread. If he wasn’t here, he could be anywhere — hiding.

“Stay together,” Vil murmured, taking the lead again.

Silver and Jade looked at each other, each of them taking to a side of Vil; Silver to his left, and Jade to his right. 

“MhmMMMMM!” 

Muffled yelling; at least one of them was alive.

Following the muffled sounds, Vil, Silver and Jade found themselves in a sheltered alcove of the library. And amongst the dusty books that rarely got any use was Cater, who was looking at the trio with tears in his eyes, and Azul, who was currently unconscious.

They were both alive. And while the trio felt tremendous relief that they were both alive, they couldn’t help but question why. 

Why did Rook spare them? Why did he kill Crowley? Why did he kill Crowley and Professor Crewel with magic, yet he slit the Ramshackle Prefect’s throat? Expired love potions caused some nasty side effects, but nothing to this level of violence and bloodlust.

Jade acted first though, cutting Cater free of his bounds first; using the broken glass from Azul’s glasses to cut through the ropes. 

Once Cater was free of the ropes, he ripped the gag off, taking it heaving breaths. “Get out,” he hissed, gripping Jade’s shoulders. “He’s planning something and you need to get out!”

Jade stared into Cater’s eyes and nodded, and took his hands off his shoulders before moving over to Azul. “We will, but not without both of you,” he said just loud enough that Cater could barely make it out.

Vil and Silver covered Jade as he cut through Azul’s ropes, and then carried his house warden like a bag of potatoes over his shoulder. Yes, he would be livid once he woke up, but this allowed Jade to carry Azul while wielding his pen, should he need to protect himself, Azul, or the group.

And right as they were about to cross the threshold of the library’s doors, they slammed shut, and all the lights died out.

It was a trap, but I already knew that. It was too easy. Vil thought to himself, and brought out his pen, illuminating their immediate area in a purple glow.

“Ah, leaving so soon?” Rook’s voice called out from the darkness, a breathy chuckle echoing off the walls.

Vil grabbed a book, and while the others were looking at him with shock — since now is not the time to read — he paid them no mind. “It seems that you caught us,” he answered, hoping that some banter would allow him to do what he needed to do. 

Give me a few minutes of time, please. Vil looked into the darkness, searching for that familiar face. “It is awfully rude of you though, to leave your guests in the dark. After all, you can only see the fairest of them all with proper lighting.”

Leave, get out now. Vil’s message got across though, and using the third-year’s distraction, Jade (still with Azul over his shoulder), Silver and Cater managed to slip through the door.

“Roi du Poison, what are you planning? Do you think I would be so foolish to accept anything from you knowing how your unique magic works?” Rook finally stepped out from the darkness, just enough to where he was faintly visible.

Vil quirked his brow at Rook and shook his head, “No, I know you well enough.” But do you know me when I’ve been backed into a corner? “And I know that the real Rook wouldn’t do any of this. It’s the duty of the beautiful to take responsibility for all of their choices. So — Take. Responsibility.” Vil hissed, his grip tightening on the book. 

Rook cocked his head, staring at Vil with empty eyes, the sclera still stained black. “Why does the cat chase the mouse, even though its food dish is full? Why does someone hunt, but not for food?” Rook mused, taking a few steps closer, not breaking eye contact with Vil.

Just a bit closer.

“For sport. For the thrill,” Vil tutted. “Was that what all of this was for then? For you to just have fun hunting down your professors and peers just because you were bored?!”

Rook stopped walking, just an arm's distance away from Vil. “No, it wasn’t fun; they didn’t know…”

Now.

Vil took a breath, stealing his nerves. “You trapped yourself, and you shall remain trapped until we find a way to fix this,” he placed a hand on Rook’s shoulder, and once Rook looked at Vil’s hand in curiosity, Vil pushed the book he was holding to Rook’s chest.

Remain trapped until we find a way to fix this.

And the book sucked Rook into its pages; a prison of paper. And Vil slumped to the floor. Out of relief — that for now, it was over — but also exhaustion. He was so tired.

And while, yes, Rook was now caught, he and the others still had far to go. With reporting everything that had happened. To figuring out how to free Rook and reverse the effects of the potion. To working through the trauma they all had lived through, since this whole ordeal definitely had taken its toll on all of them.

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Fin!

Author's Note; Thank you to everyone who voted throughout the duration of this event. Without you, none of this would be possible. I hope that you enjoyed this event as much as I've enjoyed writing it.

[grassthing]

Uh looseleaf!!

[partybarty]

also england lost in pakistan :))) it's kinda full circle moment. bazball took off in pakistan two years ago and may it once and for all die there

[susivoi]

Are you explodable

I don't think s-💥

[rifleseye]

Anonymous asked:

Impactor, Kup, Rodimus, Springer- Maaaybe one of the other Wreckers? ..... Driiiiiift?

Anonymous asked:

I'm gonna list a handful off, go ahead and pick and choose 🤔Springer, Rodimus, Optimus, Ratchet

Anonymous asked:

Springer or whirl maybe? Any of the wreckers

Anonymous asked:

It's definitely Drift, isn't it? 🤔

" I will start with the ones that do not require any further explanations. Impactor: no. Kup: no. Whirl: no... As for the others...

Optimus — No. He is decent and, I must admit, fairly handsome. However we were never close. He has always been an... untouchable figure to me. Forgive me for the turn of phrase but: A living legend.

Ratchet — Yes. Though... I feel... conflicted about this one at present. It was prior to my recruitment into the Wreckers. And it was an infatuation born of respect for his work as a medic and scientist. I no longer feel this way.

Springer — Yes. This one was a passing infatuation as well... His moral code and resolution in it was admirable, especially given his position as a Wrecker. And I admired that... But I had other problems to focus on at the time.

Rodimus — Yes. I— well, I'm not entirely sure where it came from... And I'm not sure if it is infatuation or not at the moment. I suppose part of it is the fact he's treated me with respect and understanding... That he would give me such an important role on the Lost Light and listen to what I discover... It might sound strange but it feels, at times, that he is one of the few who understands me and the way I think.

Drift — Yes... Ah... I am not entirely sure I would call this one a passing interest, however... I think sometimes I wonder what might have been were things... different. Had it not been for the war. For my... personal hangups. Where we were in life when we met... We haven't been as close as I would like for us to be anymore... "

[beesarw]

He is insufferable and he knows it

(the bubble says 'te gustas lo que ves cabron?<3' if you're curious 🏃🏃🏃)

[il-predestinato]

https://www.tumblr.com/charlesleclerc1/722748267408113664/just-like-op?source=share

the power of lestappen that people are making polls for their little echo chamber just to see them "lose" while secretly liking and shipping lestappen

Yeah, lol, I'm not sure why people are so determined to make "polls" just to antagonize random rpf ships. Oh well, I hope they at least had fun. And not for the first time, people are making "polls" just to hopefully get the outcome they want and see Lestappen "lose". I wish we could all just enjoy the ships we like and ignore the ones we don't like, rather than setting up "brigades" against certain ships in the form of polls or whatnot. They're all equally fake ships, so what's the big deal? I filter out plenty of ships/drivers that I don’t care to see.

Also, I doubly don't understand people like OP who tag anti Max, promote anti Max, and then enjoy Lestappen while hiding it to appease some internet group in order to fit in. Sounds exhausting. I feel a bit sad for them; I love being part of the Lestappies - exchanging fics, ogling over gifs, screaming at their little winks and eye crinkles, laughing at their dumbassery, sharing headcanons, etc. Much more fun to just unashamedly, unapologetically enjoy the ships you enjoy rather than go through such mental gymnastics.

…

(Also, what do you mean lose? 🤪 We won that poll by a landslide!)

[mandareeboo]

Constantly thinking about how an entire generation of kids is gonna never see Pugsley reunite with Barney because of fucking Netflix

[threadsun]

It's a genuine shame that I make a rule of not posting anon hate I get because I woke up to genuinely one of the funniest ones I've ever gotten

[alltimefail]

Save me Jayden Revri's face card... please...Jayden Revri's face card that never declines... save me

[scholar-of-yemdresh]

Can we PLEASE get trans protagonists In science fiction, fantasy and action movies & TV shows. Pretty please I'm begging. Can we get multiple main/major trans characters too PLEASE?

For the love of God trans rep doesn't need to be regulated to; grounded realistic contemporary dramas/comedies. Or it's a sci-fi/fantasy show but they'll be a side character in the cis MCs story and who'll have a max 10 minutes of screen time

[hex-flareheart]

To be angry with others being treated better than yourself is but natural. Such a thing is unfair, and unjust, after all.

But to blindly direct that anger towards those treated better is foolish, for often they hold no fault in your suffering.

Look instead to those who purposely treat you worse, who reward your loyalty to them through pitiful, deficient, outdated means, knowing full well they could treat you better, but refuse to.

Look to those who utter proven lies, who withhold resources and build shoddy, deficient systems, all so they can enrich themselves, rather than you or anyone else. They are the ones that deserve your anger.

Perhaps these may not be distinct groups. Sometimes those who are treated better and those who purposely treat you poorly are one and the same. But sometimes they are not.

Knowing the difference, and knowing who should truly be held accountable, is where true wisdom lies.

[britneyshakespeare]

Brendon Urie: Panic! at the Disco is breaking up

The entire world who have been at least vaguely aware of Brendon Urie over the past decade-plus: Oh lol really?