#egg bound

[homeofhousechickens]

I have seen multiple people get distraught about the potential stress their hen might endure if they get the Suprelorin Implant for their hen which prevents egg laying and recently The Unusual Pet Vets on Facebook posted about an ISA brown who underwent the procedure so I wanted to share it to help ease anyone's anxieties. If a hen is well handled they shouldn't have to be put under for this as local anesthetic should work just fine and shouldn't put the bird under any unnecessary risk.

This post should also be a good reference for how your vet should treat your bird, with consideration and respect.

As you can see Maple here was not very stressed during the implant insertion and went right back to eating treats after her treatment. If you have a beloved hen who has reproductive problems and you have access to this treatment do not hesitate if you are worried about the risks of the procedure as it is not very stressful to the bird. It can help hen's lives who are having reproductive troubles improve sometimes within just a few days.

[mari-lair]

Aidairo really said "Akane doesn't like the nursery", refused to elaborate, and then left. So all I can offer are headcanons.

[ingravinoveritas]

I think that my favorite thing about Michael's appearance on the death podcast (and the bonus episode) is that everything that came up in discussion was about life. The things--moments, people, places--that make up the sum total of life, of who we are, and that make Michael who he is. I love that it was about him reflecting on his own life so far--his struggles, his regrets, and his pleasures.

Most of all, I love that it was Michael talking so freely about things that he maybe hasn't had the space or ability to talk about before now. That much like David at the BAFTAs, Michael was finally letting go of something here, something he'd imposed on himself for so long. I love the lightness that he seems to have about him, and that a podcast with the theme of death (of all things) seems to have given him such an opportunity to focus on the joyfulness of life...

[diggingfordragons]

I couldn't decide between which tones I liked most so you get both! You also get the flat colors wip under the read more ;)

[sonknuxadow]

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

uhh good old fashioned forced to kneel (maybe in front of a mafia boss after failing a job), maybe pistol whipping involved

hehehehehe

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It was useless to struggle. You knew it was useless to struggle. You struggled many times in the past and had never been able to make the man budge once, so why you thought this time would be any different was wasted effort on your part. Still, you couldn't help the instinctual need to fight against the thick arm coiled around your waist that dragged you deeper into the underground vault.

I've gotten you approved for a transfer to one of our sister locations, your former manager said. It's in a higher end district so there's tighter safety measures in place, she said. You won't need to let that fear hold you back again, she said.

In her defense, she couldn't have possibly been able to be able to predict just two months later this bank would also be targeted. By the same group of men, no less. Well, you assumed they were the same, based off the similar physiques and coordinated masks. Skullface and his vintage Halloween counterparts were absent this time, instead being replaced with plastic faces of dog breeds. You were currently experiencing the joy yet again of being manhandled by Rottweiler and you had no doubt his bite would be worse than his bark.

As soon as you were escorted into the vault meant to store customers' safety deposit boxes, the arm hauling you along dropped to let you stumble. Thankfully, only your wrists were bound in zipties, leaving your wobbly legs to hightail it back towards the entrance before the collar of your shirt was seized. With a grunt, you were thrown against one of the metal tables, taking the brunt of the impact with your hip. You were caged in between thick limbs on either side, allowing the robber to crowd your space and practically swallow you whole with his massive build.

This close, you could smell the gunpowder and ash that clung to his jacket. Somewhere deep within the caverns of the mask's eyeholes, you might have been able to catch a wisp of pale lashes. But you weren't too concerned with that right now, not when you knew good and well that you had earned the ire of a dangerous man.

"What the fuck was that?" he hissed, having to lean down to accommodate for the difference in height. You could only curve your back so far against the blunt edge of the table to make distance.

Initially, you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of an answer. Not that you didn't want to, of course; a scathing fuck you burning on the tip of your tongue. You were smart enough to know that a tiger would only tolerate being poked so many times with a stick. The fact that you tried to sabotage the dye packs when his back was turned was more akin to jabbing a stick straight into its eye. It was a miracle you weren't shot dead then and there.

Your lack of response was grinding further on his nerves, made evident when his gloved hand grabbed you by the jaw. His fingers dug into the hollows of your cheeks, sure to leave little purple bruises around the outline of your teeth. The last time he held your face like this was to forcefully pucker your lips, now free of their gag, to share a mock kiss between you and the plastic mouth of his skull mask before your were shoved out of a moving getaway vehicle. A quick peck probably wasn't on his mind right now, though.

"No, really," he insisted with the same, clipped edge in his tone, "I want to know what the fuck was going on inside that empty little head of your's to think that was a good idea."

Even with your face being squeezed, you managed to talk around his fingers, hoping that your matching glare would make up for any slurred speech. "Would'a made y' eas'er t'catch."

Oh, if masks could speak, there was no doubt the Rottweiler sharing his face would be latching its teeth around your throat with a snarl. In fact, you almost thought that was what the criminal was rearing to do when he briefly freed you from your prison to straighten his stance. No sooner had those arms released you was one swinging down from your peripheral, too fast for you to consider dodging. The butt of his gun cracked against your cheekbone, your teeth cutting against your already bruising flesh and threatening to loosen from the gums completely.

The pain took a few seconds to register after the initial hit. For a moment, you worried that you had been shot rather than pistol whipped with how your vision flashed white and your were deafened by the ringing in your ears. A moment later and a fiery ache bloomed across the entire left side of your face. Pain throbbed with each heartbeat that echoed in your head, tingling from the roots of your teeth and the expanse of your lower jaw, only tapering out somewhat under your eye.

Blood welled on your tongue, thick and bitter, from a cut or something broken you couldn't be certain of yet. Not only had you been rendered speechless by the agony coursing red hot under your skin, but the knock to the head was more than enough to make your knees buckle in a dizzying daze. You tipped forward, almost about to faceplant right into Rottweiler's bulletproof vest, but instead he let you stumble hard onto your knees in front of him. Well, at least being on the partially on the floor meant you didn't have to mind where the glob of saliva and blood landed when you spat it out.

You couldn't help but groan, not sure if your swollen tongue would be able to make anything else coherent enough. What was there to say, anyways? More taunts, a string of expletives, apologies meant to plead for forgiveness? There was nothing you could think of with how your thoughts were too rattled in your brain. Nothing worth the pain of opening and closing your mouth with cracked teeth, that is.

Leather fingers buried themselves deep in your hair, grasping at the roots to ensure a tight hold when they yanked your head up and back. You gasped, a sudden wave of nausea hitting you just as hard as the glock had. Stars had to be rapidly blinked away before your vision could focus on the Rottweiler staring down at you. If he wanted to, he would be able to snap your neck with just a flick of his wrist. Hell, he could have always done that whenever he wanted to, just as he could have shot you or stabbed you or strangled you at any point of your hostageship. Both current and previous.

But he didn't, even when you knew you deserved it. Even when you knew other innocent bystanders had suffered for lesser, if any, infringements during a heist.

Again, the gun made its appearance out of the corner of your eye, taunting your with its proximity. Rather than bash the other side of your face to even out the damage, the cool metal of the barrel pressed sharply to the cheek that was just assaulted. The molar under it shifted, causing your eyes to water. You really hoped the dental insurance your employer offered covered this kind of work.

"If you didn't look so good on your knees, I'd pull the trigger," the robber sneered. If your face wasn't already burning with pain, it would be running twice as hot with shame. "Now don't make me find a better use for that mouth, love."

Tomorrow sounded like a good day to call out sick.

[tervaneula]

Question - and you can ignore it if you felt uncomfortable with it but - would Usagi help his hubby once he knows he gets his period too? And know the " eggs " part?

Yuichi would help!! Kinda lucky how he only has daughters so the concept isn't anything new to him. :D

If I think about real turtles, they need a stress-free space to lay without problems, and now this is fun /s – egg binding (eggs getting stuck) can happen if a turtle is stressed, malnourished and/or the environment is wrong for them and I hate this but Leonardo probably got egg-bound more than once during the apocalypse (before the eggs stopped forming altogether). A possible fix is an injection of oxytocin and I'm choosing to believe that that worked every time for him because otherwise it's just too awful.

SO ANYWAY Yuichi would definitely always get him his hot water bottle, warm drinks and ibuprofen etc. but he wouldn't try to help too much. I'd think that eventually Leonardo would ask for him to be there for the actual egg laying part because Yuichi is soft and comforting. And Yuichi would be so happy about it lmao–

Hana, on the phone: Yuichi: HE TRUSTS MEEEE *unintelligible sobbing*

[milkymooshi]

Guysssss guess who’s going thrifting for a green suit later!!!!!

[floacy]

I could write about how mad I'm about double standards and the difference in perceiving islanders by one another. I could write about tragism. About vilification, structure, and roles. About Foolish and Tubbo. About Leo and Sunny. About Slime. About Tallulah and Phil...

Instead, I'll write about Chayanne. (And I know we joke about his role in the administration of the server, but lore-wise, I really hope he is just a baby) Chayanne is such a mature egg. He is an older brother to Tallulah - sure. But he is the older brother. He was also Tallulah's age not too long ago, but he had to grow up quickly to protect his sibling. He still is a kid after all; he has his hobbies; he plays; sometimes he sulks and bickers, but the moment there is any danger, he is quick to listen and fast to act. He makes sure everyone is taken care of and safe.

I still remember how, although reserved, he was still friendly towards Gegg. There is so much empathy, sensivity and maturity in this little kid.

After all, he too is affected by the trauma he had to endure, and besides, I think growing up on Isla Quesadilla isn't the safests of enviraments for a kid to develop. (Especially taking in consideration the kidnappings and jail?) Then again, he is an egg and possibly an experiment.

[amanitacurses]

loosely based on true events [2]

[miniaturecollectiveendermen]

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genshin impact 

the arcana (the game) 

toilet bound hanako kun

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wonder egg priority

mystreet

phoenix drop high

minecraft diaries

[codgod]

why do i feel like i’m having so much more fun with this whole purgatory event than so many other people. have i mastered the art of just basking in the chaos or something

[lynnthefrenchtoast]

to whoever asked me my top 10 fav characters i cant find the ask but😭😭

hua cheng - heaven official's blessing

emma - the promised neverland

akane aoi (female) - toilet bound hanako kun

ohto ai - wonder egg priority

kana arima - oshi no ko

xie lian - heaven official's blessing

jo march - little women

jinx - arcane

shi qingxuan - heaven's official blessing

sadie wen - i hope this doesnt find you

honorary mentions go to: luz & amity, aya osawa, enid sinclair, scaramouche, killua, raven queen, he xuan, hu tao, himmel

[caliburn-the-sword]

season 4B was SO fucking stupid. the dumbest thing ever. i have literally seen 5 year olds have better takes on ethics cause wtf was that dumpster fire. "oh no emma you killed someone now your heart is turning dark" GROW UP. everyone in that silly little town has killed someone but emma does it and all of a sudden killing bad??? i am so sure that snow and charming have killed so many people. there is no way you're hitting someone with the hilt of your sword and THEY'RE STANDING UP AND WALKING IT OFF AFTER THAT IDC IF THE GUARD WAS WEARING A HELMET OR WHATEVER. and it was literally self defence too??? like she wasn't doing an evil little laugh and rubbing her hands together and going hee hee i'm gonna kill someone like it was literally an accident. "oh no our unborn daughter has potential for being really good,,, or very evil" YOU MEAN LIKE ANY OTHER DAMN BABY??? THAT'S LITERALLY HOW FREE WILL WORKS???? SNOW AND CHARMING BEING GOOD DOESN'T MEAN THEIR DAUGHTER IS GONNA GROW UP TO BE PERFECT????

[duckiehattt3]

Holding back from making any expressions mid class oh my god empanada why couldn’t you just stay at homeeee 😭

[purpleeggyboi]

Welp sucks guys.

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