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bookofkatherine · 1 month ago

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Johnny Depp, Jolly Green Giant and the Tree of Life

My day had a very naked Claire Danes too. I mean, what the fuck, Jesus. Are you for real!?!?

Friday September 27, 2024 6:09 p.m.

Dear Journal,

What the fuck, Lord. I swear. You know things are really crazy when Amy - AMY - my best friend and ride-or-die girl who has been with me since the beginning of my time as leader of the Order - when Amy fucking Adams calls up and asks, "Uh - girl? What the hell is going on!?"

Normally it's Robert Downey Jr. who is calling and asking, "I'm sorry, but... what!?" when something like a Jolly Green Giant pops out of my hill all of a sudden. But he's new. He's only been with me since February of this year. Him I can understand.

I expect a call from him when crazy shit goes down.

But no. No no no no no! Amy Adams, who has seen the craziest shit in the entire world without batting a single one of her beautiful eyelashes - Amy called me up and asked what the hell was going on. If Amy was lost, then you know today was a whirlwind clusterfuck of magic, mystery, miracles and fucking evil shit that needs to die... that we didn't even know existed.

Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrggggghhhh!!!

And to top it all off, Nick is gone. Again. Apparently shit can't get done if he's here. I don't get it. I really really really don't like being separated from my husband, goddammit.

Anyhow.

I know. My other husbands are here: Thor, Loki/Tom/Thomas Hiddleston, John, Viggo, etc. But I can't see them. Nick is the only husband I can actually see.

And I am goddamn tired of him being gone all the time. He is gone more than he is home and it makes me want to fall apart in the worst ways. He is not just my husband. He is my link to the entire Order. And the Lord.

God, it hurts when he is gone.

Anyway.

You probably want to know more about the Jolly Green Giant.

Jolly Green Giants

Most people think of the frozen vegetable company that uses the image of jolly green giants to sell their products. But the reality is that they really do exist. Jolly Green Giants are excellent healers.

We ran into one in China a few years back. I may have written about it in my first book about the Order, Book of Katherine and the Chinese Maze.

Jordan and Gustaf visited then President/Chairman Xi Xingping of China. He took them out to a great magical forest and suddenly a massive jolly green giant appeared with a stunning chest covered in emeralds, jewels and little feet at all four corners that allowed it to stand above the earth just a bit.

In the end, that chest came back home with us, sprouted into a house in which Claire Danes found her calling. She traveled the multiverse in that thing, then encountered both Jesus and Satan in it, and then... well, to make a long story short, she ended up with angel wings and is now part artifact.

It's as if the magic chest became part of her. And that gives her quite a few unique powers. But it's important to keep the human side of Claire alive.

Ha. Amy never batted an eye of any of that shit. A magical chest grew chicken feet and a house that opened its door when Claire Danes walked by, and Amy 'my girl' Adams never blinked. Not once.

But today she did. Oh, today she did!!!

Because a jolly green giant popped out of my land. My little hill! My little holy hill.

The Holy Hill

Have you heard the song Leave a Light On by Tom Walker? It was written about my home, here on a little hill on the east coast the United States.

Recently we learned that the prophets referred to my hill as "the holy hill."

That was news to me. It was even news to Merlin the Wizard. Jesus. When he discovered that, we were all the way out in South Dakota at the Black Hills. Merlin was like, "We must go back!!!"

Man, we ended up peeling out of the Black Hills like a bat out of hell. I thought we were supposed to running towards the Black Hills, not away from them.

But then my long lost son and extremely powerful wizard, Zach, snapped himself over to Minnesota where the grave of Stephan's first wife was. She was a princess from the tribe of the Dakotas. They married hundreds of years ago.

And the Lord told us, while we were at the Black Hills, that we would need to visit her grave. And Zach, always wanting to help (he has the most amazing heart- God I love him), snapped himself to the grave before any of us even knew he was thinking about it.

And there he found a floating bottle with wings. It wouldn't open for him, so I sent Stephan over there and he opened it. In the bottle was a scroll and a prophecy.

Merlin the Wizard had to translate it. It was in a language none of us knew but him.

And that's just the way shit is going these days, here at the End of Time. It takes three of us to figure out one hint of what's to come and where we should be going.

Anyhoo-- it took Merlin a while to translate, but when he did? God, he freaked. "The holy hill!" he kept exclaiming, "we must go to the holy hill!!!!" Apparently me, Zach, his twin sister Xenia and her partner, Stephan's Son, Dakota Alexander - all four of us were supposed to meet "on the holy hill" to open the gate for me to the wizarding world.

And off we flew - Zach and I to my little hill here in the rural hills of North America and Stephan to find his son and my daughter Xenia. When he did, Zach and I had made it home. Home to the holy hill.

And on September 23, 2024, the seven-year anniversary of the insane Revelation 12 Great Sign in heaven that happen on Sept 23, 2017 - all four of us gathered here, on my little holy hill.

What happened on September 23, 2024 as a result?

Well... parts of me began moving into the wizarding world. And they haven't stopped since.

Yeah. I've spent an entire week losing little bits of my body to the magical kingdom. Thankfully Viggo Mortensen, my real life Aragorn, has been watching over these pieces and protecting them. I even gave him a special wand today to help him collect them all safely.

And that, if you've been following my Twitter feeds, explains my dizzy spells that began on Monday, September 23. Tiny pieces of my brain had moved over to the Rose Room, the home that was built for me before the Fall in the Garden of Eden.

Tree of Life

Anyhow, back to the jolly green giant who popped out of my holy hill today.

First, let me tell you how that happened. An evil spell had just shattered and spread itself across my land and holy hill. I asked the Lord if I could cleanse the land of them all and He said, "Yes."

Now, I could've done that myself, without the Lord's say so. But I've learned to never make a move without checking with the Lord first. Someone can have the best of intentions but make the gravest of mistakes because they only know one part of the story, not the full picture.

None of us know the full picture. Only the Father knows "whither the torrent goes" as Jesus once said to Pontius Pilate, the Roman governor of Judea more than two thousand years ago.

I've made the mistake of doing something I thought would be good, but it had terrible consequences. I had needed to wait two days first. And enough of those mistakes has taught me to ask Him first before i do a powerful spell. And if He says, "No," I ask why to learn. Sometimes He tells me. Sometimes He doesn't. I'll take whatever I can get from the God-of-the-Angel-Armies, you know?

I mean, the fact that we can talk directly to Him, and even wail at His feet and give up our pain to Him? God, that's a miracle. My life began when I discovered that secret. I never knew anything but death before it.

And so.

I washed my lands of the evil shards of spells that had fallen. And as I did so, a giant voice boomed, "HEY!!! HEY HEY HELLO!!!" And we were all quiet.

"Who said that?" I asked. No one in the Order replied. "We don't know," Claire finally said.

"Can you check for new variants?" I asked. After all, yesterday a portal opened and a variant of Robert Downey Jr./Iron Man appeared. Claire had called me up; "Uh, there's another Downey here?" "But I banned time travel!" I said. "How is that possible?"

In the end, we discovered RDJ had felt outnumbered when he joined the knights and so, before I banned time travel, he used the Iron Man suits I gave him to time travel and bring back another version of himself in the future.

Problem is, he brought back an evil version.

"Hey! You killed me!" Downey cried.

"You brought back DR. DOOM!" I yelled back.

"But - but - you killed me!"

"It was fucking Dr. Goddamn DOOM you ass!!!"

And then Downey climbed on top of me and began kissing me like crazy. It was one of the hottest make-out sessions ever. I think he liked it. I don't know which part - my killing another version of himself or my ability to do so - but I don't care. That man is hot.

So yeah. A voice that no one knew had just boomed. And no one knew who it was. So my first question was to Claire Danes; "Check for any variants of us, Claire..." She didn't blink. She was there for the new Downey variant yesterday.

"No new variants," she said.

"What?" I puzzled.

"But there is a big green giant on your lawn."

Sigh.

Of course there was.

Wrapping Up

in the end, after it was all over and the dust settled and cleared, I learned that my spell had broken the chains upon a jolly green giant that had come to the holy hill long ago looking for the tree that marks my land - a giant evergreen Christmas tree.

Only it hadn't been planted yet. And the giant was caught by an evil sorcerer named Osiris who bound him in an evil spell inside of the hill.

Claire was pissed, to say the least. She had surveyed my little hill with everything under the Sun, and the booming happy jolly green giant was a big fucking surprise to her. She is not happy.

Anyhow, I released the giant and began talking with him. He told me about the evil sorcerer. That's when Gustaf cut in and told me that Osiris had once told him about trapping a green giant in a holy hill. "But I didn't know where and I didn't know more than that," he said.

Suddenly Gustaf had a vision. He is a prophet after all.

And that vision revealed the future. The jolly green giant carried a leaf from the Tree of Life. He was to insert it into my giant Christmas tree next to my home and that would turn my Christmas tree into a branch of the Tree of Life itself.

Then the Tree of Life would produce fruit here on my land that would heal me, help Zach and Lemon on their mission, and help me get to the Rose Room, etc.

Well. The jolly green giant got to work.

He said my Christmas tree was glorious and sang beautiful songs. Then he inserted the leaf from the Tree of Life. And as it began to grow, I told him that I was the Lady of Light.

Lady of Light

I have had many lives and many names: Eve, Naamah, Sarah, Cleopatra, Aphrodite, Mary, Elizabeth Bennet, Rose and Katherine, just to name a few.

But the prophecy given at my first birth called me one name alone: the Lady of Light.

That's why I recorded my very first prophecy on September 23, 2017, when the Woman Dressed in the Sun gave birth to the King Planet, Jupiter - just as Revelation 12 said she would.

And it's why the jolly green giant took on a hushed tone when he learned who I was.

It made me want to cry.

I don't feel like I deserve to be addressed with so much reverance, but as the right hand of Christ, I should never reject it.

And yet I did.

"Please don't," I said. And stumbled trying to say that I wasn't 'all that.' But he denied me, and whispered my name again. And I could hear him bowing.

And then he began to heal...

The Healing of Johnny Depp

The jolly green giant began healling the healing pool in the Rose Room. Apparently it didn't have all the fruits, roots and herbs it needed to heal me when I arrived.

Then he turned the water in my water well into a healing potion. And then he healed all the water in my home, included all of my water bottles and containers, full of healing water.

And then - as he was casting all of his healing spells - I heard Johnny Depp call me.

"Penis!!! I sense a great giant!!!"

"Yes, Depp! I know know know! He is good good good! Say hello hello hello!"

Now - that's a lot to unpack, and I can't really do that right now. Needless to say, don't do drugs, kids. And adults. Or you might go around calling your favorite person in the world, "Penis."

And then Depp said, "I feel strange..."

Uh oh. Depp never feels strange. I mean, he is strange, but he never feels strange. Even though he acts strange.

I mean, he is the most powerful wizard I know, second only to me and my son Zachary. I am the most powerful, Zach is second and then Depp is third. And Depp has saved the world mulitiple times now/

Let me tell you - he is the main guardian of my room for a reason.

And then suddenly, "He-hello? This is Johnny Depp. Can you hear me?"

"Depp???" I asked. Why the fuck was Depp using full sentences!?!?

"Wait- why am I a fly?" he asked.

Oh my God. He used another full sentence! And he sounds... sane!!? We all wanted to know why Depp prefered to be a fly on my wall. But we never expected an answer to that question.

Uh oh, I thought. I think the jolly green giant healed Depp!!!

He had.

And that reallly pissed Claire Danes off. The jolly green giant, in less than five minutes, had just healed Johnny Deppy a thousand times more than her super-advanced healing tubes.

God, she was pissed. She went in to investigate.

Stopping Claire

"Claire!!!" I hissed. "Don't you dare!!!"

But she was determined. I got an earful of just how weak she suddenly felt her ultra-advanced technology was and she was none-to-pleased that it was a giant green man who burst forth from the ground practically yelling, "ho ho ho!!!" just like the ads - that had beat her tech out.

But Claire can be cruel and invasive when she wants to study something or someone. And I didn't want my goddamn elixer of life to be run off, leaving me full of aether and a body wrecked by its presence inside of me for decades.

"CLAIRE!!!" I hissed again. "You have to go in with your Shakespeare side! Celebrate with them! Take off your clothes like you did for that naked run! Study while you are acting merry, for fuck's sake!"

And so she did. She stripped off her clothes and joined the jolly green giant and Depp - who had already begun dancing with the newfound giant - by my enormous Christmas tree that was slowly growing into the Tree of Life- or at least a piece of it.

And that was it for Amy Adamns.

When Claire stripped herself naked and began dancing with a Jolly Green Giant and a suddenly-sane Johhny Depp.

"Girl!!!" she whispered to me with urgency. "What the hell is--"

But before she could even finish her question, Robert Downey Jr. ran her off the line.

"W. T. F." he said.

And I burst out laughing. It was just another Thursday, as Ryan Gosling - my real life Gray Man - would say.

It's just another Thursday.

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littlewalken · 4 months ago

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jun 22

As a refuge from most of the goings on from the outside world I'm just going to say y'all better be ready to live thru some shit that's gonna make history and be prepared to take part in it or you're gonna have to STFU about it from here on out.

Or as we told the lazy ass mooch in the house, if you do nothing to help make dinner (which would also include paying for any of it) then you have no say in how it's prepared. But you also can't have every dinner be maple bacon cheddar flavored fried chicken skins unless you're only cooking for yourself.

Meanwhile the hearing dog is getting with the program. When I got up this morning to quietly get my coffee she alerted and I told her it was just me and we all told her that she was right to alert. Soon enough she'll figure out the regular goings on here.

I know we tell kids and entitled people not to pet service dogs but part of our girl's job is to alert when people get close to mom but in a friendly way. Especially when it comes to people who get close enough to thing they lost something in mom's purse. Those who push to be at the front of the line when the thrift store opens are like that.

Good thing we don't eat out much anyway because she's a bit small to just go under the table when we eat.

The Puptatos' mom would go under the table, and get what ever fell under it. You never knew she was there except when she came in or out. We went to the same places regularly, during off hours, and they got used to us and our "Lassie" dog. Never had a single complaint.

Except that we never got a chance to take her and her look alike daughter out together for some training.

Mom had gone off to her new family by then and look alike went to a family with elebenty kids to watch over (idea job for her). You'd never know she's half great dane until those legs kicked in.

Somewhere out there a family will be judging all future dogs by the goodest girl Maeb the queen of the fairies who was born on St Patrick's Day 2012.

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agapemastiffs · 5 months ago

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Tail wags and Treat Tales: Decoding the World of Dog Treats

Let's face it, our canine companions hold a special place in our hearts. Their unconditional love, goofy antics, and those puppy dog eyes have a way of charming their way into our treats cabinets faster than you can say "walkies." But with aisles overflowing with colorful bags and tempting textures, navigating the world of dog treats can feel like deciphering a secret code. Fear not, fellow pawsome pet parents! This comprehensive guide will equip you with the knowledge to unleash the power of treats for training, spoiling (in moderation, of course!), and keeping your furry friend happy and healthy.

Beyond the Belly Rub: The Power of Treats

Dog treats are more than just tasty morsels for bribing good behavior (although, let's be honest, they can be handy for that too!). Here are some of the key roles treats play in a dog's life:

Training Champs: Treats are the ultimate motivators during training sessions. The promise of a delicious reward reinforces positive behavior, making learning fun and effective.

Bonding Buddies: Sharing treats creates positive associations between you and your pup, strengthening your connection.

Mental Stimulation: Interactive treat puzzles and hide-and-seek games with treats engage your dog's mind, keeping them mentally sharp and preventing boredom.

Dental Care: Dental chews can help maintain your dog's oral health by scraping away plaque and tartar buildup.

Dietary Supplements: Certain treats are formulated with added vitamins, minerals, or joint supplements to support your dog's specific needs.

Tailored Treats: Choosing the Right Bite for Your Pup

With countless varieties available, selecting the perfect treat can feel overwhelming. But worry not! Here's a roadmap to guide you:

Age Matters: A puppy's delicate digestive system requires treats specifically formulated for their smaller size and softer teeth. Senior dogs might benefit from softer textures or treats that support joint health.

Size Matters Too: A Great Dane wouldn't be satisfied with a Chihuahua-sized treat (and vice versa!). Choose treats appropriate for your dog's size to avoid choking hazards or overconsumption.

Dietary Needs: Does your dog have allergies or sensitivities? Look for treats made with limited ingredients or novel proteins to avoid flare-ups.

Training Treats vs. Everyday Treats: Training treats should be small, low-calorie, and easy to devour to keep training sessions focused. For spoiling your pup, larger, long-lasting chews can provide mental stimulation and satisfaction.

Treat Talk: Demystifying Ingredients

Just like with our own food, understanding what's in your dog's treats is crucial. Here's a breakdown of common ingredients and what to look for:

Protein Powerhouses: Protein is essential for building and maintaining muscle mass. Look for treats with real meat as the first ingredient (chicken, beef, salmon, etc.).

Healthy Fats: Fats provide energy and support healthy skin and coat. Healthy fats like omega-3 and omega-6 fatty acids are a plus.

Fiber Fantastic: Fiber aids in digestion and keeps your pup feeling full. Fruits and vegetables can be great sources of fiber.

Beware of Fillers: Ingredients like corn, wheat, and soy are often used as fillers and can provide little nutritional value.

Sugar Crash Culprits: Artificial sweeteners and excessive sugar can lead to weight gain and dental issues. Opt for treats with natural sweeteners like pumpkin or sweet potato.

The Great Treat Debate: Rawhide, Bully Sticks, and Beyond

When it comes to treats, there are endless options. Here's a closer look at some popular choices:

Rawhide Rolls: These classic chews can be great for keeping dogs occupied, but be mindful of choking hazards and choose thick, long-lasting rolls for larger dogs. Opt for rawhide sourced from responsible suppliers.

Bully Sticks: These all-natural chews are packed with protein and low in fat, making them a healthy and long-lasting option. However, be sure to choose the right size for your dog to avoid choking.

Dental Chews: These specially designed treats help remove plaque and tartar buildup, promoting good oral health.

Frozen Treats: Frozen fruits and vegetables like bananas or blueberries make refreshing and healthy summer treats.

Homemade Delights: With a little creativity, you can whip up homemade treats using dog-safe ingredients like pumpkin puree, applesauce, and rolled oats.

Treat Time Triumphs: Tips and Tricks for Smart Snacking

Treats are fantastic tools, but moderation is key. Here are some tips to ensure treat time is a success for both you and your pup:

Portion Patrol: Don't go overboard! Follow the recommended serving size on the treat bag based on your dog's weight and activity level.

Factor in Meals: Account for treats when calculating your dog's daily calorie intake to avoid weight gain.

Training Treats vs Meal Replacements: Treats are for rewarding good behavior or mental stimulation, not replacing meals.

Embrace Variety: Rotate different treat types to keep things interesting for your pup and avoid them becoming bored with any one option.

The Power of Play: Sometimes, playtime and praise are more rewarding than treats. Use a mix of both to keep your pup engaged.

Beware of Sneaky Sources: Be mindful of table scraps and well-meaning family members who might overindulge your pup.

Beyond the Biscuit: Ethical and Sustainable Treats

As conscious pet parents, we consider the impact of our choices. Here's how to make ethical and sustainable decisions when it comes to dog treats:

Source Matters: Look for treats made with human-grade ingredients sourced from sustainable and ethical suppliers.

Locally Made Marvels: Support small businesses and reduce your carbon footprint by opting for treats made locally.

Eco-Packaging Power: Choose treats with recyclable or compostable packaging to minimize environmental impact.

Treat Time Tails: Fun Facts and Furever Friends

Dog treats aren't just about practicality, they're about creating lasting memories with our furry companions. Here are some fun facts and stories to wag your tail about:

The Ancient Art of Treats: Evidence suggests humans have been giving treats to dogs for thousands of years.

Treat Time Talents: Some dog trainers incorporate treat-dispensing puzzles to challenge a dog's problem-solving skills and keep them mentally stimulated.

Homemade Heroism: There are countless online recipes for homemade dog treats., allowing you to customize ingredients and celebrate special occasions with pup-cakes or doggy ice cream!

The Final Woof: Unleashing the Power of Treats

Dog treats are powerful tools for training, bonding, and keeping our furry friends happy and healthy. By understanding the different types of treats available, choosing the right options for your pup, and practicing smart snacking habits, you can turn treat time into a positive and enriching experience for both you and your canine companion. Remember, a little planning and knowledge go a long way in ensuring your dog enjoys the tasty rewards they deserve, while maintaining their health and happiness.

A Watchful Protector: For The Progression Of The Ages

Mastiffs, gentle giants with ancient roots, come in various breeds. Loyal guardians with calm temperaments, they require ample space, training, and experienced owners due to their size and strength. Though some breeds have wrinkles, all Mastiffs offer a lifetime of devotion.

#pets #dog treats

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ultra-pet-supplies · 2 years ago

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What are the things to look for in a portion of dog food?

Fulfilling the dog's nutritional requirements and giving him a healthy and balanced diet is one of the most vital things you can do as a pet parent. In an ideal world, dog food should be created equal. But a couple of choices are available on the market, from dry food to wet food.

All claim to be the best. It will leave you overwhelmed and Confused. We have compiled a few things to keep in mind to simplify your job. It will help you to buy the best Natural health dog food new Zealand.

Think about the age for the healthy composition of food.

Age is another vital thing to factor when choosing dog food. Like humans, nutritional requirements will change at different stages of life. Feeding your fur baby as per its age will ensure that he is getting a well-balanced diet.

Think about the size of your pet.

Every dog does not have the same size. They are large breeds like Bullmastiffs and Great Danes. Feeding a dog as per its size is vital as its body composition matters. For instance, the large breed should have a higher content of glucosamine.

Small breeds will have less protein in the food and have small bite-sized kibbles for ease of eating.

Choose some brands with Wholesome ingredients.

You need to look for brands that offer the best of tried and tested, familiar ingredients like turmeric, chicken, coconut oil, flaxseeds, and more. The age-old ingredients of Caprice working dog food New Zealand have proven to be beneficial over many years.

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Does your dog have health conditions like sensitive skin, lactose, and glucose intolerance? It is good to look for brands that cater to specific health conditions in such cases.

Often targeted nutrition can help improve the condition.

Consider dog food depending on its activity level.

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georgefairbrother · 1 year ago

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A couple of additional points in context (thanks to @robbielewis for the nudge):

The alleged hitman, Newton, was apparently recruited at a Blackpool club, having drunkenly bragged about being a hitman, "If you want someone bumped off, I'm your man!" He later testified that, "It's a different world after 16 pints."

Andrew 'Chicken Brain' Newton: Image - The Independent

According to The Independent:

"... Newton hit upon the plan of luring Scott to a Kensington hotel with the promise of a modelling job. At this stage, the Old Bailey heard, the intended murder weapon was not an antique pistol. It was, Newton revealed at the trial, a chisel, hidden in a bunch of flowers.

Scott did not show up at the hotel.

And so, the prosecution alleged, Newton was forced to try plan B: luring Scott to a layby on Exmoor and shooting him with the unreliable antique pistol.

When the gun jammed, the prosecution claimed, Newton was left with no option but to swear, get back in his car and drive off, leaving the dog dead and Scott alive.

(Newton thought the friendly Great Dane was attacking him, and described the experience as 'like being attacked by a man-eating donkey'. )

In March 1976 Newton was found guilty of possessing a firearm with intent to endanger life, but throughout the four-day Exeter Crown Court trial, he did nothing to incriminate Thorpe, insisting instead that he, not the Liberal MP, had been the one worried about possible claims by Scott.

But in 1977, after being released from a two-year jail sentence, Newton changed his story and went to the London Evening News claiming he had received a £5,000 down payment on a 'contract to murder'..."

During Jeremy Thorpe's trial, Newton, having been granted immunity, admitted that he was known as 'chicken brain', under cross-examination he was asked if he knew what a 'buffoon' was, and the judge made it clear that he thought Newton was a perjurer and a publicity seeking idiot.

This week in 1979, (June 21st), a court verdict brought at least some closure to one of the most dramatic political scandals of 1970s Britain.

The BBC reported;

“…Former Liberal Party leader Jeremy Thorpe has walked out of the Old Bailey a free man, after a jury cleared him of the attempted murder of Norman Scott. Mr Thorpe, who resigned as leader in 1976 amid allegations that he had had a homosexual affair with Mr Scott, hailed his acquittal as 'a complete vindication'…”

It took the jury 15 hours of deliberation spread over three days to reach its verdict, with Thorpe and three co-defendants all cleared of the charges.

Jeremy Thorpe (1929-2014) had been leader of the Liberal Party since 1967, and was at his most powerful during the double election year of 1974 when he declined Edward Heath's offer to form a coalition which would have kept the Tories in power. Thorpe had held the constituency of North Devon since 1959, but was voted out at the 1979 general election, on the eve of his highly publicised trial.

It had been alleged that Thorpe had been in a relationship with Norman Scott (real name Norman Josiffe) in the 1960s, at which time homosexuality was illegal. Scott had become talkative and troublesome during the 1970s, including revealing the relationship in open court during an unrelated legal action, and even though by then same-sex relationships were legal, publicity of this nature, in the context of the time, would have ended a political career. It was alleged that Jeremy Thorpe ordered a ‘hit’ on Norman Scott, through an intermediary, to be carried out by Andrew Newton. Scott survived by virtue of the fact that Newton’s gun had jammed, although he had managed to kill Scott’s dog, for which he was convicted.

Despite the acquittal, Thorpe’s reputation and career did not recover, and attempts to serve in other facets of public life were frustrated. He died after a long battle with Parkinson's Disease in 2014.

#british politics #1970s #jeremy thorpe #political scandals #social history #a very british scandal #uk politics #democracy #criminal justice

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lazypeachsoul · 4 years ago

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are you thanking me or your god? - u.r.

Pairing: Uhtred Ragnarsson x fem!reader.

Request: by @viktoria12 “Hey can you write a imagine with Uhtred? The content is up to you🙏”

Warnings: Nothing.

Word count: 1.601 words.

A/N: I have to admit this was a bit tricky because I've never read uhtred imagines. But it was fun, i really like uhtred as a character. i hope you like it and I'm sorry it has taken me some time to post it.

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Winchester was the busiest it had been in a long time. With the coming of spring, the merchants were returning to the city to trade and spending too much time around the alehouse. Spirits were high after the blessing given by the priest on Easter and the year was expected to be calm and fruitful. Except for the danes lurking in the surrounding areas. But nobody would dare talk about that when it’s the Lord’s day.

Good weather meant people would go outside more, and therefore more gossip. Every turn you took on your way to the market, you would hear a different rumour. Most were about the health of the king, some were about the threat of a battle. You even heard one about danes walking around the city freely.

But your head was too centered on the task at hand. Abbess Hild had asked you to go to the market for flour and other necessities, and you wouldn’t dare disappoint the Abbess. You weren’t even a nun and you still followed her orders like a soldier.

Your house was close to the convent and, ever since you walked past the gates and into their garden when you were young, they had treated you like their family. Sometimes too much when it came to the boys your age. But they were only trying to protect you.

Sister Hild, later Abbess, had always surprised you. Not only did she have a strong will and personality, she was also physically strong. More than what a woman of god should be. but still, with all her strength, she needed you to go buy the necessities that they couldn’t get from their garden.

Too distracted by your thoughts and the gossiping going around, you collided against someone making you almost tumble to the dirt floor. If it hadn’t been for a quick hand grabbing your dresses you would be covered in mud and other disgusting stuff.

Looking up you saw a scruffy looking man, but not in a bad way surprisingly. This man looked almost too different from what you were used to seeing around Winchester. Something about his reaction told you he was trained, and the scars in his hands and handsome face gave away he was probably a soldier. For who is what you were curious to know.

Realizing the compromising position you found yourself on, with a man holding your dress, you quickly tried to regain your balance. The man let go and you tried to stutter an apology, but your attempts were stopped by a sweet but authoritative voice behind you.

“Uhtred! I was looking for you, we need to discuss…” Her voice got interrupted when she recognized you in front of the man. “What are you doing here, darling? I thought you would be in the market by now.”

“I tried Abbes, I just had a little-” You tried to speak but were interrupted by a deep voice. In a normal situation you would be angry at such interruption, but when you heard the voice you couldn’t really care about it.

“We had a small incident, Hild. Don’t worry, nobody is hurt.”

The voice fit the man perfectly. With a deep voice he spoke calmly and yet you could pick up a joking tone towards the Abbess. Who is this uhtred man? Why is he joking with Hild? But wait, how does Hild even know a man like him?

Full of curiosity you realized you were still standing between them. Clearing your throat you nodded at Hild and turned around with a smile to your saviour.

“Thank you Lord for helping me. I’m in your debt.” Nodding your head you moved past them, not missing the small smile on the man's face.

“You owe nothing to him, young lady. He's heathen. He doesn’t deserve your compassion.”

A loud laugh was heard from the man along with what sounded like a smack, probably to the leather of his armour. The words of the Abbess circled your brain for the rest of the day. So he was a heathen, a friend of Hild and incredibly handsome. Great, what a mysterious man.

After your chores were done and you took some time to relax outside of your house, the world seemed to dissipate around you. The soft sound of quick steps and panting made you look up from your dress, breaking the peace of your surroundings.

Eanflæd was running towards you, people looking her way either worried or weirded out by your young friend’s race. She reached you just in time to ungracefully collapse on the bench you were sitting on.

“Is everything okay, Eanflæd? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you run that fast. Not even when the chickens escaped.”

She was trying to regain her breath, but took the time to pinch your arm for the reminder of the chicken run.

“You...you…” She panted before taking a big breath. “You weren’t going to tell me you have been seeing the Dane-slayer.”

“Who?” You couldn’t hide your surprise.

The only person you had seen outside your family was the man who sold you the produce for the abbey. And also that man…

“Are you talking about Uhtred?”

“You know him enough you don’t even talk about him like a lord?”

You tried to hide your laugh but a small snort came out.

“I don’t know him. He merely saved me from an ugly fall this morning.” Shrugging you tried to dismiss the gossip. “But you do seem to know about him, so tell me…”

The next day didn’t allow for much thinking about ‘the Dane-slayer’. You had been working non stop in your father’s farm and everything hurt. But your mother has asked you to take some fresh eggs to her friend, and you couldn’t say no to your mother’s gentle face.

It was late enough for the ruckus of the market to have died down, but not enough for it to be dangerous or improper for a young woman to be walking around unaccompanied.

Too absorbed in your own thoughts you didn’t hear the neigh of the horse until it was too late for you to react. Looking at the animal getting closer you couldn’t help but try and pray that you would be saved, but no prayers came to your head at that moment.

Just when you were about to give up and close your eyes, something yanked you out of the way making you barely dodge the horse and the man on the cart who was yelling at you. Your heart was hammering in your chest, ears ringing and hands shaking. The eggs were no longer in your grasp but smashed against the floor, although in that moment you could make yourself care for them.

The same hand that had yanked you out of the way, spoon you around. Your saviour was none other than yesterday’s saviour. you really were in debt with this man now.

“Are you okay?” His voice was worried, a contrast to the day before’s joking tone.

Time seemed to slow while you assimilated what had happened. Probably too much time passed before you could answer but the man didn’t seem to care. When you could trust your voice to speak again, the words came out all at once.

“I was nearly trampled by someone’s horse in the street, but you stepped in just in time to get me out of the way even if it put you in danger as well.” He smiled at the jumbled words and after a deep breath you tried to regain your thoughts. “Thank you, lord.”

“Are you thanking me or your god?” Uhtred spoke and you knew he was trying to avoid your shock at the incident.

You thought about the answer and tried to smile, probably looking more like a grimace.

“Both? Yes, I think I’m thanking both.” Your voice lowered, probably to avoid other people hearing you talk that way about the Lord. “Both is good.”

He smiled and took a step back looking at you, probably checking for any injuries. The people of Winchester were used to accidents and didn’t normally care, but you could feel some stares on you. Probably because of Uhtred and his fame.

“You seem to be in one piece, can’t say the same for the eggs.” He pointed at the road.

“You have saved me twice now, lord. I might have to ignore the Abbess and ask you what I should do in return for you.”

“I wouldn’t ignore Hild. You don’t want to know what she can do with a sword.” He tried to dismiss the conversation but your curiosity only grew. “I only ask for one thing in return.”

You nodded, asking for him to continue and still trying to imagine Abbess hild wielding a sword. You knew he was a soldier, and a good one. But Hild? No, she was a woman of God.

“Stop distracting yourself when walking around. If you don’t you might end up like your eggs.”

“But if I stop getting distracted, what would you save me from, Dane-slayer?”

What possessed you in that moment to utter those words you couldn’t really say. You just knew it was not entirely proper and that if your mother heard your ear would hurt from the scolding. But the smirk on Uhtred’s face was worth it.

“So you know who I am. But I know nothing about you. Is that unfair?”

“I have my ways, Lord Uhtred. Maybe when you save me next time I could tell you something about myself.”

"Let's just hope it's not a dangerous situation then. Just to make sure you can tell me after."

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Reasons Wretched and Divine (Part 3)

↪ Genre: hybrid au, polyamory au, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery, pregnancy

↪ Pairing: dog hybrid! Namjoon x Reader x Golden Retriever! Jimin

↪ Summary: You live on an isolated but sprawling farm with your abusive husband. But things start to change for the better when you adopt a retired police dog hybrid named Namjoon.

↪ Tags: Mentions of psychological abuse, physical abuse, concussions, hurt/comfort, hybrid mistreatment, Jimin is a little hopeless, first time saying i love you, heavy kissing/touching over clothes, pregnancy, overprotective namjoon, romanticized farm life.

↪ Song rec: Zero o'clock ~ BTS

↪ W/c: 5.9k

🐾 PART 1 🐾 PART 2 🐾

- Taehyung’s smile, waiting to welcome any hybrid to the farm and offer them a bunk and a cup of tea or coffee, does wonders for your retention rate at the farm.

- Pretty soon more hybrids are staying more nights or asking you how long they can stay. And you always reply “as long as you need too” (though there are a few who just only stay a few days to rest and recuperate and then move on, the deer hybrids are particularly nomadic) but the bunk beds in the first finished barn fill up over the course of the first month.

- It's you who has the idea to put up ads in newspapers and at bus stops for humans who want to help hybrids but can’t take any in. You get quite a few calls from people who have seen their neighbors beating their hybrids, or who have found injured hybrids along the road.

- You even get a call from a hospital at one point. Pet stores call too- having picked up hybrids from the streets, or have hybrids that have grown too old- haven’t been adopted after a few months or like they call it ‘excess stock’. Even though it seems horrible to think of them that way, to most of the world hybrids are little more than possessions.

- You and Namjoon always drive and pick whoever it is up rain or shine. You get calls in the middle of the night and have to leave immediately despite the fact that you’re getting more obviously pregnant day by day, and your baby bump fully visible to outsiders, unconcealable under all but the baggiest of shirts.

- Namjoon’s slowly growing collection of red flannel shirts (really he only likes the red ones) is your favorite thing to raid on the days that you’re feeling particularly self-conscious about your body. And it always makes your puppy a certain kind of needy, wanting to have you close always (which is a plus, not that you’d ever tell Namjoon what his whines do to you)

- When it comes to giving up unwanted hybrids, Very few people argue with the crazy pregnant lady and her intimidating hybrid with the scarred face. And if they do argue, a stack of money is usually enough to convince even the most reluctant of people to part with their hybrids.

- The most you’ve ever had to pay an owner to give up their already unwanted hybrid is around 1,000 dollars, and too you- they’re worth much more than that. to see the way they change when they suddenly find themselves safe for the first time in their lives- it’s priceless to you and namjoon.

- It breaks your heart when you take them home, and the first few days, where they watch everything like it might disappear, when they walk on eggshells of their old lives, so worried that they’re going to be thrown out. When they hoard food worried it’s going to be taken away, flinch at every raised hand. it breaks your heart, but it also makes you feel accomplished when they slowly start to heal, start to laugh louder than they ever have, start to joke and play over meal times, seak you out for a reassuring heat pet.

- And although you hold more than a dozen certificates of ownership at a time, you’re clear to any hybrid that walks onto your property that they’re their own person, that they owe you nothing and that their freedom and autonomy will be given the second they ask for it.

- No matter who they are or where they came from, their age, what kind of ears they have on the top of their heads, they are given a bunk, a fresh change of clothes (or two) and at least 2 meals a day. though- mealtimes are easily the hardest part of your operation and the thing that gives you the biggest headache. Making sure you’ve made enough food for everyone after the bunk beds fill up very very quickly when word starts to get around in the stray community.

- luckily- you had the forethought to expand your kitchen, and now you have 3 ovens, a larger than average dishwasher, 2 sinks, and industrial-sized refrigerators in the cellar. Meals become the most important and most involved part of your day. You’re thankful that a few of the hybrid who has come to stay with you- particularly the cat hybrids, seems to have a knack for cooking who often let themselves into the first level of your house before the sun rises- their nocturnal inclinations useful for once.

- it’s quite the shock, the first day you walk downstairs at 6am, intent on starting breakfast, only to find 3 cat hybrids- one arrived yesterday- a middle-aged forest cat with little tufts on the end of her ears named Heesun, who is already pressing a warm cup of tea into your hands and telling you to sit down. The rest of the cats buzzing around your kitchen, the smell of frying vegetables and eggs already tickling at your nose. “are you sure you’ve got everything?”

- “of course! when the others told me that you usually cook the food in the mornings- i didn’t think that was right you see- you’re doing so much for us here- let us do this” you watch as she divides labor, the other two cat hybrids following her lead, you ask, and the hybrid tells you she used to be a cook for the family she used to live with. you don’t ask what emancipated her out of their care, Heesun had shown up on the edge of the farm yesterday with a noticeable limp.

- It’s not surprising to you that after a few days Heesun asks you if she can become a permanent resident of the farm. Any hybrid is free to leave when they want but most choose to stay and contribute. It’s a little surprising, the first day you walk out your front door to find one of the hybrids sweeping up some leaves, or when one of them comes to get Namjoon’s help repairing the side of one of the barns.

- At first- both of you are adamant apposed to them helping, but Taehyung helps mediate between the main house and the hybrids in the barns. And the 10 or so that have stuck around who express to you that it would make them feel more comfortable staying here if they could help out.

- And it’s not like you don’t need the help- because really, as the population of the farm exceeds 20, you really really do.

- They mostly run the chore system themselves, Namjoon and Taehyung keep a running list of chores that need to be done and guide a few groups in the morning that want to work. All hybrids who stay contribute in some way, Weather that is with the bunny hybrids that run around doing laundry and sweeping, and cleaning to their heart's content or the bear hybrids led by Taehyung. Everyone has their jobs.

- You have three bear hybrids in total, Tae, a small honey-colored bear named Beomgyu, and a panda hybrid named Jackson that help you collect the honey from beehives and sell it at the farmers market. Though Taehyung manages to eat more honey than they sell somehow and is constantly scolded by both Jackson and Namjoon (Even if the beehives where his idea). Most of the time when you see him- Tae has sticky cheeks.

- But Namjoon will basically let Taehyung get away with anything, seeing as the hybrid contributes the most to making the farm run smoothly. Taehyung is always egger to help you with anything that needs to be done unable to keep still. Whether that be runs to the store with you to buy mountains of food needed to feed everyone, Coupon clipping, or the general wrangling and organization. The more technical things, like fixing up some of the other buildings, like the chicken coop and actual animal barns that have fallen into disrepair, are left mostly to namjoon.

- You’re given nearly 30 chickens and half a dozen sheep by a local after the owners of them get too old to properly take care of them. As much as they’re a headache access to more than three dozen eggs a day helps to cut down the cost of breakfast significantly. And you’re happy with the chickens because at the very least they aerate the soil and keep it free of bugs too, even if it means you need to fence in the vegetable garden that you’re cultivating to keep them away from the tomatoes.

- Scrambled eggs with bacon, breakfast burritos, frittatas, and fried eggs are some of your breakfast staples. And you get more than a little help from some of the hybrids who have experience in cooking during meal times to feed the nearly 50 occupants of the farm by the end of the second month.

- You’ve accumulated a few dog hybrids as well, Wide-eyed collie Dahyun, chow-chow Yugyeom, and muscly great-dane hybrid Shownu who help Namjoon whenever something needs to be moved, as well as an assortment of rare breeds like the lone alpaca hybrid Seokjin who takes care of the sheep when you have to shear them and spin the wool into fine quality yarn.

- Seokjin is a quiet hybrid, uncannily taciturn despite his kind face. he can often be found in the workshop at the south end of the property, his hair blonde and poofy hiding his soft pink ears. Piling the mountains of wool into vats of dyes and setting others out to dry, whistling along to the radio as he weaves it. the hybrid is quiet- and prefers his space from the bustle of the center of the property. Namjoon likes to help him when he can, and you’ve seen the way that the usually taciturn hybrid turns smiley when namjoon is around.

- There is always someone volunteering to do the countless other little jobs and things that the hybrids do or make to help give back to you. Most of them want to do as much as they can, even though there are still days where there simply isn’t a lot of work to do outside of mealtimes.

- At night, when you retreat to your house after dinner with Namjoon, happy for a little bit of calmness in your kitchen so late. You’ll hold his hand, let him spin you to the tune of whatever plays out of the radio, and thank him for finding you again after you disappeared into yourself for a little while after your husband's death. You don’t feel quite so sad anymore, with the hybrids here- you have a purpose again.

- The large fortune you have from your late husband is barely dented by the start-up costs and day-to-day costs of running the farm. And since you got licensed by the state as a hybrid rehabilitation center you have no shortage of funding or generous donations by the countries rich looking to deduct from their taxes too. The same rich people that stop by in their fancy cars and barely used trucks to see the farm, often asking to adopt, as enamored with the hybrids as you are.

- There is a long judgment period before you sign over anyone, and more than once you have declined an offer after the hybrid in question tells you they’re unsure. Sometimes there are red flags, the way the children act almost fearful, and a lack of care shown during mealtimes or something else that leads you to believe that they will be neglected. The ones you do part with give you a hug, often almost not wanting to let go, some of them choking out ‘thank you’s’ and ‘please never close’ that make every bit of effort worth it.

- You keep a logbook, of every hybrid that comes to stay and when they leave, even some come back more than once, every now and then. At the top of the page is namjoon’s signature, and next is taehyungs, and then on and on. you fill up the first page, and then the second, and then the third with names.

- All the hybrids know that they won't leave with anyone unless they want to. You hold adoption weekends every month or so to help mitigate some of the influx, but you never turn anyone away who comes to stay. There are some hybrids that come stay at the farm and still want a home of their own, which is the primary reason why you start to have open houses and adoption weekends.

- You devise a system, red tags on clothing to indicate a hybrid that doesn’t want to be adopted, yellow for the ones that might be but need space, and green name tags for those who want to be adopted.

- The first time you have one of these weekends, 3 months after the death of your husband, you leave Namjoon’s choice of which sticker he wants up to him. He rolls his eyes at you before slapping 5 red stickers on his lapel just for good measure, really? Why would you expect any differently?

- “Whose going to love a washed-up old soul like me anyway?” Namjoon says over dishes, helping you finish up the few that are leftover from breakfast. The hybrids that normally help are out meeting with the ten or so people that have come to adopt today. The words sound so sour, much more than he wanted them too.

- You snort, rubbing at a dish harder, splashing the grease onto the front of your apron, angry, maybe it’s just the hormones. “I don’t know, me maybe.” Namjoon looks up abruptly; nearly dropping the dish he’s drying. You take it from his hands and put it on the counter, and you might be smaller than him by nearly a foot but he still feels shy. his cheeks pinking as he looks down at you.

- “No ones- no ones ever loved me.” Namjoon says in a rush, not sure why he’s saying it, because you know- if anyone in the world knows Namjoon it’s you. your batterd soul matches his.

- You tilt his chin down to yours, “no one has ever said it to me and meant it either. But I love you Joonie- you have to know that by now- of course I want you to stay for good.”

- And then suddenly Namjoon is kissing you feverishly, sloppily despite the fact that his body is brimming with careful intent. And it may not be the first kiss you’ve shared- there have been more than a few in the shadowed shared moments In the morning. Mostly chaste pecks of the lips or kisses to your forehead or the ones to your tummy that namjoon knows make you feel a little sad. But for all intents and purposes, this is the only kiss that matters. The kisses that come after the first “I love you” are always sweeter than candy.

- You thread your fingers through his hair and pull, making tingles erupt like starlight down his spine. Namjoon almost growls into your mouth as he reaches down to grip underneath your thighs where your ass meets your hips. Picking you up as gently as he can manage and placing you on the butcher-block countertop next to the sink.

- Your nails rubbing along the curve where his ears connect to his scull and he pulls you closer, always closer, dissatisfied with your nearness even though you’re pressed against him completely and he can feel the gentle swell of you through his clothes. your legs parted so he can step between them. Namjoon wants to not be able to tell where your skin begins and his ends. Your hands run up and down his chest, pushing his flannel off of his shoulders, so you can feel his biceps, the strength there in them taught.

- Your dress hiking up to the point where it’s verging on lewd as his hands grab fistfulls of your plush thighs. He grips the weight you’ve gained there through your pregnancy and almost groans as he smooth’s his hands up over your curves unable to get enough of the way his fingers press into your supple skin. “Fuck, do you know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that? To touch you? i love you too- so much it hurts sometimes.”

- You’re looking up at him, already looking needy and wrecked the spaghetti strap of your dress sliding off your shoulder, as you nod and Namjoon wants more than anything to keep kissing you, to never stop, he never will if you let him.

- He feels like he almost wants to devour you nipping lightly at the skin exposed by that fallen strap. As your fingers hover around the nape of his neck, answering his question with a broken whimper as he nips along your clavicle to your neck. Drunk on the smell of you, feeling like his soul is bare but safe in your hands. “I love you- god I love you so much, please can - can i- touch you?”

- You feel almost incredulous, you head spinning with the knowledge that Namjoon loves you, he loves you, and you love him. You nod your ascent, and After everything, you’d never honestly believed that you’d ever be kissed again, much less that you’d ever be kissed like this. You tug up the hem of his shirt to dig your fingers into hips, dragging them carefully down his stomach without using your nails, the gentleness of the touch making him groan.

- You can feel his heartbeat in your fingertips, the rapid rhythms of each heart beating in time as Namjoon kisses down your chest, mouthing roughly at your nipple through the fabric, careful not to nip, you’re already keening, your breasts so sensitive to his gentle but hungry ministrations.

- Before it can go any further a cat hybrid, a small tortashell cat named Irene whose missing the tip of one of her ears from her last owner opens the front door looking for you- announcing a few people come for the open house, shocked to find the scene before her. And before she can manage more than a squeak Namjoon is snarling at her to leave without words.

- He’s flushing so hard at being caught that you can’t help but laugh, as he turns from sultry to painfully shy. After a few more kisses and a frustrated groan on his part, you go back outside to join the adoption day festivities.

- You get the call to pick up a golden retriever hybrid much like you would get any other call.

- It’s the second you’ve gotten in the last week and it’s only Thursday, though the first hybrid of the week has been clear that she wants to be re-adopted as soon as possible. You get the call and a blurry picture as proof, a brutish man with a hand tugging a small blonde head with golden ears as curly as the rest of his head. the neighbor tells you he’d seen the man beat the hybrid out in the yard, heard his cries of stop- and though of your add in the paper.

- You and namjoon leave soon after dinner in your old red truck, before you go Taehyung assures you that he’ll make sure everyone cleans up from dinner and that the two child hybrids that came to stay last week will be in bed before 10. It honestly endears you that Taehyung takes on an older brother role with a lot of the younger hybrids, who during free hours, can be found bothering the bear hybrid to play games or let them steal spoonful’s of honey from the storeroom.

- The drive is long, the day fading into night as you and Namjoon take mile after mile to heart. He switches off with you on the straightaways. You’ve been trying to teach him how to drive over the past few months (with many quaint misshapes where he accidentally knocked over your mailbox and a street sign or two, it’s a good thing your old truck is incredibly sturdy).

- You whistle along with the song on the radio and namjoon smiles over at you, you're leaning your cheek on the door, hanging your head out of the open window the warm spring air tickling your long hair, your smile soft and happy. The love he has for you overflowing in his chest, thick and sweet like hidden honey. He might not say he loves you often, but you can taste it on his lips every time he kisses you, since the first confession, the kisses have come every day.

- Namjoon still gets a little misty-eyed if he thinks about it too much. How much better you’ve gotten in the past few months since you’ve opened your home and started helping hybrids. He knows what it means for you to be able to help others out of situations like this.

- With most pick-ups and house calls, you’re never sure what you’re driving into. Namjoon is always a little worried, unsure what kind of danger they’re going to find at the end of their journey.

- Namjoon always anticipates the day that the human owners become violent, and his protective instincts go haywire whenever Namjoon has to leave you near someone abusive. Dredging up memories from a time that you’re both desperately trying to forget, but he’d never ask you to stop coming on these runs.

- This is why when you get to the house on the edge of the city where Namjoon used to work he lets you handle the transactional part of this, it helps that you’re very convincing.

-The large jean jacket that was Namjoon’s at one point but has become yours pulled snugly over your stomach. You answer the door, talk to the owner weave a story of a widow who needs help on their farm. The man smells distinctly of alcohol and cheep cigars, namjoon sees you holding your breath- even as the conversation becomes less than cordial. Namjoon stops the door from closing in your face by shoving his foot into the door.

- “I’ll level with you asshole,” you say, “you can either take my money and hand over the hybrid now- or I can go to the police with this” you hold out your phone and the video. “The fine for abusing hybrids is just about as much as what I’m offering to take him off your hands. Either way he’s coming home with me tonight. You can either make 500 dollars tonight or lose it- your choice.”

- Through the whole conversation, Namjoon stands behind you, a silent sentinel even as the owner of the hybrid raises his voice. You argue more, but eventually, he agrees. Namjoon goes to retrieve the hybrid after a small nod from you; you’ve got this handled, Namjoon follows his nose.

- Over the past few years, Jimin has become accustomed to just about every kind of abuse there is.

- Even when he sleeps, adrenaline lugs it’s way through his veins ready to jump at the slightest indication of his owner coming down the hall. He knows he shouldn’t sleep right now, get it when he can, but the concussion he got earlier today makes his head feel heavy and nausea still rolls in his belly.

- He lies- hides- underneath his bed; an old military cot in the cold garage. Not that he ever sleeps on top of it- it’s safer to sleep underneath. That way if his owner comes in later at night he’ll think Jimin has fucked off to some other corner of the house.

- He knows the concussion is all his own fault- he’d been stupid- but he’d just wanted to shower, to get some of the grime out from under his fingernails, he hadn’t expected his owner to come back from wherever he disappeared to so soon. Jimin shivers as he remembers the jarring crack of his own head hitting the rocks outside where he’d been tossed outside. His memories after that were muddled with pain, though he was certain he’d vomited at one point from the taste in his mouth.

- You weren’t supposed to sleep when you had a concussion right? That was dangerous right? Jimin was trying to remember, lying on the side of his face that wasn’t bruised to all high heaven. He freezes when he hears the voices in the kitchen, but relaxes. If people are here that means his owner probably won’t bother Jimin tonight.

- he might be able to get to the bathroom later and dab some cool water on his face, maybe sneak a few handfuls of something from the kitchen. Always small portions so that his owner couldn’t tell Jimin had taken anything- he couldn’t handle another beating so close to this one. Hunger eats his way through his stomach.

- But then he hears the footsteps and thinks that maybe he isn’t so lucky tonight. he presses himself closer to the wall, tucking his knees up to his chest.

- But why are the footsteps a different pattern, what is that scent? it smells like another hybrid- a little spicy musk twined in with pine. Jimin doesn’t like strange smells. The door opens slowly, and the scent seeps in further, along with- what could that be? The scent of something delicate and sweet clinging to the hybrid as strong as his own scent, milky and soft, and inexplicably vulnerable.

- He watches as the stiff workboots come into view, At this point, jimin can tell that it’s definitely not his owner.

- Namjoon finds Jimin curled up under his bed in the garage, and beacons him out in his calm voice, careful not to get close and startle him. “Come on out pup- we’re here to take you somewhere safe, I promise I will let no harm come to you again.” jimin eases when he sees the hybrid ears- another hybrid like him! another dog, his tail gives a single wag. “mm not a pup- i’m just small,”

- Jimin pears out from under the bed at him, ears pinned to his head in fear. the hybrid looks fierce and intimidating with the scars on his face that jimin almost flinches back. But the wide worried eyes that he can see underneath those scars, the muted dimples stretching into a worried smile.

- Jimin has been so downtrodden on his entire life that he doesn’t really believe Namjoon when he repeats the words, “we’re here to take you somewhere safe?” jimin dosent believe him- but at the same time, he thinks that nowhere could be worse than right where he is.

- The other hybrids smile is kind, and dimply, despite the scars that mark his face as he sits on the ground so he dosent have to bend over to see under the cot. “sorry, it’s hard to get a good look at you, i’m namjoon, you’re Jimin right?”

- Jimin crawls out from under his cot in the garage slowly, the room spinning. half expecting the other hybrid to get tired of his slowness and yank him out. his owner did that sometimes when he felt like Jimin was being disrespectful of his time. Namjoon winces outwardly when Jimin’s left side turns towards the light, and Jimin knows that it can’t look good. He can barely see out of his eye after all the skin tender and swolen under his hands.

- He’s mindful of all the dust on his clothes and the tare in the left leg of his red shorts, brushing a dust bunny off his side, suddenly feeling lacking in front of the well taken care of hybrid.

- He follows a pace behind Namjoon back into the living room, his owner stands with you, you’re shorter but holding your own with sharp stubborn eyes. A human, so this must be Namjoon’s owner. The second your eyes fall on Jimin, on his swollen side of his face, your eyes turn softer and definitely angrier.

- The scent of flowers and cream hits Jimin like a wave so pungent that it fills his nostrils and overwhelms him a little, it’s not unpleasant- just unexpected- and when he sees you he understands why. Though you’re obviously trying to conceal your pregnant stomach your scent is a dead giveaway every hybrid in a mile radius probably can smell you.

- Jimin can see Namjoon straighten up a little, becoming more protective the closer they get to Jimin’s owner, who doesn’t look happy (not by a long, astronomical shot) Jimin shivers as he turns his eyes on him, his arms crossed, and Namjoon instinctually steps in front of Jimin to hide him from view. Jimin sways on his feet.

- You plunge your hand into your bag by your side, pulling out a stack of bills, for a moment jimin almost wants to stop you- tell you that he’s not worth that much, but Namjoon holds out a hand, almost pressing it to Jimin’s chest to keep him from doing so.

- The money is counted, “good riddance useless mutt,” his owner spits after he signs over the adoption documents to you. Jimin’s flinch is sobering, his owner laughs. Namjoon actually shoves him back The saliva hitting Jimin’s feet as he reels, and you lay a gentle arm around his shoulders, guiding him outside. Sending a final glare in the direction of the man.

- Jimin can barely process any of it through the spinning in his head, a spinning that moderately stops the second he gets outside into the cool air of the May evening. The scent of flowers and pine in his nose and the taste of blood in his mouth.

- You soothe him with a soft voice once they’re out of earshot and take a quick look at Jimin’s half swollen face. A cellphone flashlight in his face and thundering in his ears. Momentarily blinding him. Jimin closes his eye as the pads of your fingers turn his chin this way and that to assess his wounds. “Do you think you need to go to the hospital Jimin?” you ask, careful to stay quiet and delicate with him.

- In the window of Jimin’s old house, the curtain twitches, and Namjoon knows they need to leave soon. Bad will and money lead to safety that only lasts so long, and they definitely don’t need the cops called on them especially after Namjoon shoved him, hybrids have been sent to jail for less.

- “No, I think I’ll be fine” Jimin mumbles, unable to resist leaning into your hand, so soft, your scent making him feel almost hazy and out of it than his probable concussion does. And Namjoon freezes, reminded that not too long ago that you looked like this too- that he was the one leaning into your hands. The memory hits him so violently that he whines, low in his throat. Jimin looks up, ears flicking agitated like he’s asking what wrong, sending a panicked glance between the two of you defaulting to namjoon, the elder hybrid, to know what to do around you- his new owner.

- “let me- let's get you into the car” namjoon grips jimin around the top of his arms and lifts him in, his skinned knee resisting the bend that would be needed to pull himself up into the back seat. He sits tense and curled up before you remind him that he can stretch out. and he settles onto the seat with his his back up against one side, and his feet pressed against the opposite door. the back window open to let the night air wip in.

- You stop at the gas station and give Jimin ice for his black eye and some food and snacks, which he gobbles up hungrily. He’s so preoccupied with food, that he dosent notice Namjoon’s dimpled smile in the mirror after Jimin groans at how good the gas station burrito tastes, licking his fingers with a pop. You give Namjoon a soft, knowing look when his tail thumps against the seat. he tosses Jimin two more bags of chips and a sweet elecrtolite drink, and watches expectantly to see more of Jimin’s happy little whines and pleased grumbles. and you stifle a huffing laugh.

- Namjoon can’t help it, the hybrid in the back seat looks so thin, almost startlingly so; he’s smaller than average too- probably malnourished. Namjoon’s natural caregiver instincts flaring up and demanding to be satisfied so desperately that he even tosses his flannel over him when he sees the hybrid shiver. You sent Namjoon a curious look, and he hides his flush by turning to watch the roadside.

- Jimin stretches out across the back seat with Namjoon’s giant flannel thrown over his shoulders, checking to make sure neither of you is looking back at him before he presses the collar to his nose and takes a deep breath of your combines scents, trying to reconcile his senses with what surely must be a dream.

- This has to be just a concussion dream jimin decides, what else would his mind come up with, other than a sweet fantasy. Someone comes to take him out of the hell his life was, give him food. He wants to take in everything, the smell of the night air, the silhouette of your face in the headlights, namjoon’s ears poking out above the headrest.

- He hovers on Namjoon’s hand entwined with yours over the center console, the hand that Namjoon occasionally reaches out to rest against your swollen stomach, gently drawing lazy circles as you pull onto the main road.

- Yup, Jimin decides, this is definitely a dream, but he hopes it’s real. The last little bit of hope feels almost stupid to have, for hybrids like Jimin, there are very rarely happy endings.

- He falls asleep by the time you reach the highway, lulled by the thrumming road and the oldies song faintly playing out of the crackly speakers of the beat-up truck. His last thought before sleep takes him is hope.

- Jimin hopes with the last shred of himself that is joyful and kind and not purely concerned with survival that this is not a dream, and that where he is going will be a little bit better than where he just was.

- Even just a little bit better than this dream, he doesn’t even need anything like the affection burning in both of your eyes or the kindness you’ve shown him, if he can just lay his head down and rest without being worried he’ll be woken up with pain and fear again, that will be enough.

- To Jimin, the farm is an Eden.

( my Kofi )

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mcu-fan-fics-blog · 4 years ago

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Vormir

One shot

(Death of Reader)

Reader x Avengers

Word Count: 1500 approx

Vormir (Endgame spoilers kind of)

First story on Tumblr feed back is welcome. Don't judge too harshly. Hope you like it.

It hadn't been long after Scott came back to the compound that you finally had hope. It's been the longest five years of your life. You lost, and no one was okay with it. But here you are with renewed hopes and prospects in sight.

"Right so we're splitting up into three teams, no room for errors." Everyone nods understanding, taking in every word coming out of Steve's mouth. You'd been paired with Clint, Rohadey, Nat, and Nebula. You noticed something was off about her since you walked in.

You didn't know her very well but enough to know something was off. You pulled her aside when everyone was off getting their suits. "You know something we don't… What is it?" You say firmly taking her off guard. "Y/N one of you isn't coming back… Vormir the Soul Stone has a price. A soul for a soul."

You take a step back shaking your head. "There's got to be another way… I can't lose anymore people." She takes another step forward. "There is no other way." You sigh nod your head affirmatively. Nebula speaks again. "We should tell the team." She begins to walk off and you stop her.

"There's no need to burden them with that choice… I'll do it." She makes a double take looking at you like you're crazy. She begins to talk you out of it when again you interrupt her. "Listen tell them that… I- I love them, I know we'll win in the end we always do." She nods and gives you a firm handshake. You nod and walk off towards the rest of the team.

After Steve's very encouraging speech you couldn't be more solid on what you were about to do. The time travel thing was very much a weird experience. You very cryptically say your goodbyes. Rohadey didn't think much of it and hugged you goodbye. Again you nod at Nebula. You take you separate ways and you begin to climb.

You decide to take a break when Natasha notices you scribbling on your notepad. "Y/N what are you writing? You seem very intrigued." You chuckle lightly and show her your list.

Time Travel must do's

Go to a bon jovi concert

Go to Oj Simpson's Trial

Kill baby Hitler. (Maybe?)

She huffs out a laugh. "I mean the first one is a maybe the rest seems a little ambitious. Don't you think" you sigh looking at the sky. "Let me dream Nat." Clint chuckles reading what you wrote from behind Nats shoulder. "I would go to the first world series and experience it in all its glory." Clint remarks. You raise your eyebrows at Nat.

"You see Clint gets it… What would you go back in time and do?" She sighs deeply and thinks about it. "I don't need to go back in time… I have everything, well we will get them back and all will be right again." You nod, the lack of words not letting you reply. Clint sighs. "We best be on our way, we don't want to be here too long." Clint shudders when you pet one of the weird critters crawling around.

Disgusting Clint mumbles thinking you wouldn't hear him. You laugh shaking your head while giving Nat a hand up. You make it to the top when suddenly a hooded figure appears. Red Skull you remembered him from one of them many stories Cap had once told you. What you didn't expect was him explaining the current predicament. You all sit in silent contemplation.

When Clint starts up again. "There's got to be another way." Nat immediately shuts him down. "There's not, it can't be a coincidence. Thanos came with his daughter and left without her." It was like they forgot you were even there crossing you off immediately. They have this whole little talk about who deserves it and who doesn't. You should have stopped them earlier but you were scared.

You stand and declare "I'm not doing it." Making them stop to look. You continue not giving them a chance to respond. "I have a list, a life, a family I want to get back." You say as you walk towards the edge. "Plus that's a long way down… it looks like it'll hurt." Clint laughs. "We weren't expecting you to." Nat however catches on and begins to sprint towards you Out of instinct you stun her and she's out on the floor. You carried her to Clint.

You give Clint a look and continue. "It has to be me… you have your family to get back to. And Nat… Nat's finally going to be happy again." Clint shakes his head disapprovingly. "Y/N look at what I've become, I don't deserve my family." You sigh "you deserve them more than anyone on this planet Clint. I'm not one to judge you on the worst mistake you've made. Remember when you found me?"

Flashback

2009

You were fighting off local law enforcement when suddenly you see an arrow being shot towards you. Nearly missing you, you turn to face your assailant. "Well, well, well who do we have here? SHIELD agent Clint Barton. To what do I owe the honor." Clint is in defensive mode ready to kill you at any moment.

"Hey listen I would really like to get back home… please don't make this any harder than it has to be." He says honestly catching you off guard. You look out on your rampage / massacre then turn back to Clint. "You want me to make it easy? What makes you think I would do that? Look around this… this is all my doing." He sighs, once again surprising you.

"I simply don't want to kill you, looking around I can see you have talent. What would you say if you could do this legally." You tilt your head clearly intrigued by his proposal prompting him to continue. "See I've studied you Y/N… all of these 'rampages' as you call them never end in innocent lives lost." He sees the confusion on your face and decides to go more in depth. "I can either vouch for you at SHIELD where you'd get to be a paid professional assassin not to mention you'd be killing the enemy, or I could kill you right now." He says bluntly.

"Well when you put it like that it's hard to say no Barton. How's the wife and kids?" You mention casually causing him to jump a little. "How do you know about them… answer me!" You sigh "it was just a hunch… either way your family is very lucky to have you." He calms down letting go of his grip on you. "Come on we better leave before the big guns get here." He starts walking away but stops when he notices you didn't follow suit. "See I was kinda waiting for the big guns… big corrupt family tearing, did I mention corrupt guns."

He smirks and nods. "All in a day's work… My wife would really like you. You'd fit in perfectly with Nat." He says casually while you start to notice the reinforcement. You move your head to point out the threat and you both follow suit and disarm mostly you were killing but he didn't mind. You liked that he didn't judge. And as he promised he vouched for you, gave you a real chance even, let you meet his family. Who you loved, would do anything for them from the moment you met them.

End flashback.

You put your forehead on his. "If you have another kid he or she better be named after me." Clint laughs the tears forming on his eyes. You continue. "If not get a dog, and name him after me. But make it like a badass dog, a Great Dane or maybe a Rottweiler. Not a Chihuahua, badass Barton you hear me." He nods unable to contain the tears.

"Here… it's for the kids. This was a good run Barton, better than I could have ever imagined." You hand him your note pad. You turn towards Nat and her eyes are open but she's unable to move. You wipe your tears. "I'm sorry red, make the most of it okay. Tell them I love them because they'll all be back. I believe in you." Before you chicken out of jumping you ran towards the ledge. Just before jumping you turn and see Nat regaining her senses nodding at you, her tears evident. "Something badass Clint…"

You sprint off looking up at everything you're leaving behind. Nat, Clint, his family, the team. Then you think of everything they'll get back: Wanda, Sam, Bucky, Peter, T'Challa. It makes you smile. You noticed Nat attempting to save you but Clint holds her back. Your facial features soften "its okay let me go." You mouth to them both. Feeling the impact make its way with your body. You're painfully aware of everything breaking until it's just darkness.

#avengers #marvel #natasha romanoff #the avengers #oneshot #clint barton #endgame #comics #reader x avengers

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itstheendofthegoddamnworld · 4 years ago

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White female werewolf x female human?

You remember Rhys Pearson? Well, this is set in the same town, the same universe, etc. His older brother, Nicholas shows up, as a sort of counsellor to help rogue werewolves rehabilitate after being kicked out of their pack.

Some people are born with tornadoes in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea. – Nikita Gill

Warning: some mild language and past assault.

The She-Wolf of Water Creak

They spoke of wolves and ghouls, of monsters that lived in men and hide with smiles during the days, revealing themselves to be the beast within when the moon was out and the air was cold. Water Creak thrived with its animals and beasts, and the creatures that lived here bloomed with the existence beneath twilight.

You should’ve known that living in this town was weird, but you had known that there was always something hiding beneath the roses, and secrets laid.

You sighed heavily, sorting Toby the large Great Dane out after his check-up and scan, before putting him into the shelter for the night. You were tired from a full day’s job working at the veterinary practice, your other colleagues had gone home for the day, leaving you to sort out everything and finalize any of the animals that were still staying overnight.

It didn’t take long before you got a text from your closest friend, Nicholas Pearson, the ding from your phone bringing you to look down at your phone for a brief second:

Hey, hope work wasn’t too rough for you. Nick.

You smiled down at your phone, sending off a quick reply back to him; ‘Couldn’t be as difficult for you I doubt?’

Aside from growing up as the oldest and living with four younger brothers, Nicholas had the toughest job of working as a rehabilitator and counsellor for people who were kicked out of rough homes and families. You could imagine working with delinquent teenagers could be quite a trouble.

Your phone buzzed beside you again, smiling as you shoved it in your pockets, gathering your things as you locked the doors and headed out into the empty parking lot.

You got into your dinky little rust-bucket, the same one you had been driving and had gotten you through Hell and back; Dahlia was quite the charmer and your love.

The engine roared to life and spluttered once and twice, before stilling to a steady rumble, and you headed out through the darkness with the little guidance of the streetlights to help you and the silver flickerings of the moon.

Driving home alone at night was quite troublesome and on the isolated roads were rather unnerving, but you managed to do it every night to get home; where you wretchedly lived quite far out of the small town and closer into the next one.

Your phone buzzed fleetingly once more, and you looked briefly for two seconds down to see that it was ringing. Damn it, if mama could see me now looking to answer my phone, she would kill me.

You briefly looked back up to meet the road, the clear roads seemed normal at first and normal, and you concentrated hard enough to look on both sides of the roads and forest areas, you hadn’t been able to predict that something would come out so soon.

Sure, deer were unlucky to get hit sometimes, but this thing was faster and larger, and your eyes had just about adjusted into registering whatever it was dart across onto your side of the road, your foot hitting the brake at the last moment, but you weren’t fast enough in avoiding it, and the large thump and creak your head that came from your car was enough to make you spring forward.

Good thing you were wearing a seatbelt, but still. You came to realise that you had hit something, and judging from the knock against your car, it was quite big.

“Oh shit, oh shit, fuuuuck.” You swung your seatbelt off you, phone in hand as you stopped the car where you were, car door pushing open you stepped out, taking in what you had just accidentally hit. You were able to distinguish the large fluffy white pelt of it, the large body was hiding its head, but your mind was spinning.

Had you hit someone’s lovely dog? You would hate to imagine it, but you stepped around to the back of it, trying to look at it carefully. It was way too big to be a common dog, and you were sure of it-

-Your hands were shaking as you took the phone and could only dial the only person you could assume that could help you in this situation.

With the desired phone number in place and ringing, it didn’t take long for the phone to finally be picked up, the person’s deep rich voice bringing you back to reality.

“Yes, hello?”

“Nick, it’s me, erm, ah shit-- where do I begin?” Your voice gave off a shaky and nervous laugh, trying to stop your fingers from accidentally dropping it. “Whoa, what happened - are you okay?” His voice was immediate to show concern and shock for you.

“Yeah, I’m fine, not sure if this dog I hit is.”

There was a brief pause from the other end of the line, and you could hear Nicholas heavily breathing down the mic. “You hit a dog?”

“Yes, well no, but it can’t be a dog, it’s too big—it looks like—like a wolf –”

Nicholas slowly and carefully said your name down the phone, his deep voice grave. “Whatever you do, turn back around and take it back with you to the practice, I’ll meet you there.”

“Wait, Nick, I-“ You heard the end of the line cut out, the buzzing of the phone bring your attention to how lonely and daunting it was being out here. Looking back down at the large creature, you could feel the prang in your heart, the desperation in wanting to know it was okay.

“Okay, big guy, I’m gonna get you back, and you’ll be in good shape.” You murmured in reassurance to yourself, putting your phone in your pocket as you bent down to gently try and touch the fur. Its fur was matted and worn as if it had years of neglect and mishandle; the coat knotted and a faded white from mud and grime.

Poor thing has seen the wars. You dreaded, carefully putting your arms around its large torso, your hands quivered when you could feel through the coat and feel the bones; realising that it was malnourished.

The creature gave no noise when you attempting picking them up: having had the experience of having to pick up much bigger dogs onto the table for check-ups, this one must’ve been the same weight as any other normal dog - which put worry into how badly they needed help.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be okay,” You comforted once they were in the back seat of your car, making sure to get them warm as they rested their large head on the seat; the muzzle bloodied and soaked, their eyes remained closed as if in a heavy sleep, “I hope though.”

You made your way back to the practice in record time: using the back entrance and double-checking that you were still alone. No sign of Nicholas anywhere which got you pondering. You heaved the injured wolf onto the gurney, laying them flat as you rushed to get everything you needed.

One IV drip, a box of first aid and water later and you had gotten it set up, watching with your fingers twiddling, chewing them in silent contemplation, watching over the poor creature. “Where was Nick when you need him?” He thought aloud, your hand coming to get your phone from the table.

Speak of the devil, and he will appear: you hand stopped when you heard the back door trembling and squeak, someone trying to come in when you clearly remember shutting and locking it when you were inside. You would have to apologise for it, but you wanted to work with no disruptions.

You hurried to the door, opening it to see the large man in front of you, towering in the doorframe. Nick had grown to be the tallest still of his brothers and just as muscular as them, from a little boy who was as scrawny as a chicken. His deep amber eyes staring you down as you hesitated with your words.

“I can explain.” You began.

“You can explain later, right now you’re lucky I’m not calling an ambulance for you.” His voice was a deep timbre, his large arms coming to circle your shoulders, squeezing them, his tall figure lowering so he was more to your height. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Nicky,” Your face breaking out into a smile, puffing out your chest, “Nothing can take me down.”

“That’s good, you’re hard as nails, stronger than Rhys that’s for a fact.” Nicholas cracked a broad smile, seeming to recollect, before he head rose, eyes alert as if he had sensed something sour in the air. “Is she here?”

“How do you know it’s a female?” You questioned, moving aside as he powered in, seeming to know on instinct where to find her, you trailing behind him when you had entered the small room; the light flickering as you had looked around to familiarise yourself.

It seemed... odd for Nicholas to know something like that when you hadn’t told him.

“Where is she?” Nick asked, your eyes trailing to where the large wolf had once been lying on the gurney, now nothing was left as if the wolf had disappeared in a puff of smoke; only remaining the IV drip that had been discarded to the floor.

“She was here, I swear.” Your heart dropped at the thought, a wild animal wandering and prowling in the practice, or maybe had even escaped back into the outside world, but you would’ve been certain you would’ve heard something like a window crash open.

“She didn’t get too far, she’s still here,” Again, another odd comment for someone who wasn't there, but Nick scanned the room with the expertise of a detective, his eyes suddenly widening as he called your name, abruptly grabbing you and pulling you to him with inhumane speed. “Get back!”

You knew without Nick there pulling you out the way you would’ve been possibly hurt, but you had expected something to scamper out from the darkness of the small room. Your eyes thought that you had seen bare flesh, muddied and caked, a figure rushing past you on its hind legs.

“Nick!” You hesitated, feeling the larger man pull you away to the wall as he blocked the entrance with his strong frame, your eyes finally landing on what was scampering in the room.

You took in their bare flesh, a young woman as naked as the day she had been born standing in the room in a defensive stance, back hunched, as panicked and feral as a stray.

The woman snapped and snarled towards him, her dark hair the same colour as the dirt splattered on her pale skin, hazel enlarged eyes taking in any route of another exit.

“Easy,” Nicholas brought her back to look at him, her head snapping back to the man in the entranceway, a hand coming up to hold her attention, his voice relaxed and calm, “Antonia.”

“Fuck off,” the woman hissed, her voice riddled with paranoia. You had seen this behaviour in nervous dogs; dogs that didn’t want to be in an unknown place when they were afraid. It was even more confusing about how Nick knew her. “I don’t need your help.”

“You do, you’re confused.” Nicholas consoled her gently, slowly removing his jacket from him, his eyes never leaving her. “You’re injured, please don’t do anything that will worsen your health.”

The woman known as ‘Antonia’ seemed to visibly calm down in her spot, her hunched shoulders relaxing, watching with nervous eyes as Nick handed her his jacket. With no hesitation, she snatched it off him, before quickly putting it on to cover herself.

“Good, good, sit down, you’re safe here.” Nicholas motioned, his eyes landing to you in the back corner of the room, your eyes wide like dinner plates. In his amber eyes, you read the one thing that must’ve been on your mind since this entire hassle.

‘I’ll explain everything, I promise.’

You handed the barely dressed female a glass of water, gently putting it on the table she sat on, watching her short legs swinging as stared the two of you down. “So, she’s a wolf?” Your voice gradually came back to you when you could finally speak.

“A werewolf, yeah-- our kind has lived in these areas for a few hundred years,” Nicholas explained sparingly, and when you turned to him, you gave him a quizzical look. “Our? Which means-”

“I’m a werewolf.” He confessed, looking over your reactions as you looked back over Antonia. “My job is to rehabilitate rogue wolves who have been rejected by their pack.”

Nicholas looked to you, gauging your reaction through your facial expressions. “Say something at least.”

“What is there to say, really? You turn into a big wolf every full moon when I thought all of that was just scary fairy tales that I read when I was a kid.” You sighed. “Nicky, why did you never tell me?”

“I didn’t want to scare you or you think I was mad.” His voice resounded in his throat, moving his eyes dejected. “You’re my friend, and I didn’t want that to go away.”

“Hey, you’re my friend, and you will always be my friend, no matter if you’re a werewolf or human,” you cracked a smile, chortling to yourself, “maybe the big bad wolf should be your new nickname.”

“Oh please.” Nick was next to laugh over the silence. When you finally looked back over to him, your mind wandered back to the rejected wolf. “What do we do with her?”

“She’ll need somewhere to stay for a while, whilst I find her a new pack or somewhere to live momentarily.” Nick sighed to himself as if already knowing something you didn’t. “Which comes the next thing that you will hate.”

You crossed your eyes over your chest, dreading the question that would be asked for you. “You want me to look after her?”

“Look, it won’t be for long, just until I find her a good place to live, somewhere that will keep her safe and she will be wanted.” He pleaded, “It won’t be for long, I promise, and I’ll make it up to you after.”

Your bottom lip came out in thought, sighing in defeat as you knew you couldn’t say no to him. “You owe me ice cream. Ben and Jerry’s Cookie Dough, got it?”

“Yes ma’am.” Nicholas grinned, welcoming you into a tight hug. “Thank you--- you make this easier for me.”

The door to your small house swung open, your new roommate came bounding in with excited curiosity, sniffing around the new place she would be staying in. You, on the other hand, had heaps of shopping and new clothes you had just bought for Antonia, your arms failing to hold everything up.

“Okay, the bathroom is on the right, you can have the couch, it becomes a sofa bed, Nick said-- hey, don’t touch that!” You threw the bags to the kitchen counter, glaring over at the brunette, “Toni, are you listening?”

Antonia seemed to drop what seemed to be your Alexa with a clunk to the floor, luckily it had been carpet down to lessen the blow, as she trained her eyes on you once more, “What did you call me?” Her hazel eyes were wide with keenness.

“Ah crap, no I didn’t realise, I’m sorry, it’s only because I don’t know many Antonia’s—and I thought Toni was a cute nickname –”

“– No, don’t worry about it,” The she-wolf gave a small smile to herself, and you could’ve sworn her cheeks had deepened into a flush pink, “I like it.”

Antonia had spent a couple more weeks with you, feeding her seemed to be a nightmare (for a girl her size, she ate twice as much as you, thrice more if a wolf, especially when raiding the bins) and bringing her back to her normal weight – which fortunately didn’t take too long.

Her skin was flush with colour, her deep brown hair became full of life, her eyes did too when you got to open her up little by little, each day being a step to progress and learning more about her. There was little to know about her previous life in a pack, but you were sure that you would accidentally do something to provoke her.

You laid out a blanket in the abyss of your garden, the sparkling golden fairy lights brought the area to feel whimsical and full of wonder; the flush plaid blanket kept your bare legs warm in the cool air, waiting.

The silver moon was once again out, full and brighter as a silver coin; a full moon, and you were waiting patiently.

“I knew I could find you here.” The voice of Toni brought your attention on her as she appeared through the small trail of brushes and flowers slowly, treading barefoot to come to you bare as the day she had been when you first saw her. You had been courteous to not look at her body; the shape she had built although she was still quite lithe.

“Thought I could spare you some time out here.” You threw over your own t-shirt long enough that you slept in it to her, hearing the crumpling of it go over her head as she came to sit down beside you. From this light, her skin glowed beneath the moon, her eyes hauntingly beautiful.

“It’s nice out here.” You breathed in the fresh smell of moss and yellow wood. “Not the same as running barefoot across it, now that’s the best feeling in the world.” Toni stretched out before you like a cat beneath the sun rays, and it made you ponder what it would be like owning the small animal, living together.

“Toni—there is something I wanted to ask you.” Your mouth was dry from the apple cider you had laid out before the two of you; it must’ve gone to my head.

“What is it?” She asked peacefully, turning to look back on you. From her eyes alone, you thought you could’ve melted. “Nick called me today, he told me… he said that he found you a place, a place of your own for a community to live among.” You forced a smile onto your lips, wanting to believe she would be better off without you. “How amazing is that?”

“Oh, yeah, I guess so.” Her voice lingered, and you looked back on her puzzled. “What’s wrong? Is it not what you want?”

“I lived all my life in a pack relying on people when they didn’t want me. A bitch from the Seventh Hell, Rogue She-Wolf-- I was an outsider, never truly belonging with anyone. I’m done living with a pack, done with never feeling wanted when all I wanted was to live alone.” Her words were calm with how she responded, but you knew deep down, they hurt.

“What happened in your old pack, Toni? What did they do?”

Toni gave a chortle, nonchalantly looking to the ground as she picked at the weeds. “My parents thought they could marry me off to the Alpha- a big brute of one who was more of a monster than man. I declined the offer, but it must’ve pissed him off to of been the one rejected, so, he got some of his friends to come to find me, and well...” her hand came to restlessly play with her hair, her words drying, “They weren’t good with me, nor did they stop when I begged for them-- pleaded with them.”

Your immediate response was to circle an arm around her, bringing her close to you as you hugged her close. “You will never be treated like that again, I promise.”

“That’s the thing, wherever I go, to this place or if I go back, they’ll always be someone like them waiting to latch themselves onto me.” A wrack of a sob went through her, and you coddled her how a mother would calm their child.

“I don’t want to go.” Her voice was a mere whisper.

You were quick to ask, too quick to think about it. “What about here? Why not stay here? Unless you have grown bored of me.”

Toni gave a sad laugh, coming close as she raised her head, landing her soft lips against your cheek. You stared down at her, astonished, your cheeks blushing. “You’ve always been so kind to me and I don’t understand why. So many times I have believed you were annoyed with and never once did you send me off.” She said your name in a soft murmur. “Thank you.”

The two of you looked at one another, and never did you realise how close she was to you, her faint breath a gentle kiss against your face, and when you looked down to her lips with a sheepish look, she leant closer into you.

She looked nervously back to you briefly, as if hesitant. “You and Nick aren’t-”

You cottoned on to her words. “Oh God no.” You laughed brightly. “And besides, there’s this half-elf who he sees around that he doesn’t have the balls to ask out. But I always try to get him to - Mmph!”

Antonia had leant close to you with her hand cradling the side of your face, pulling you to her as she pressed her lips to ours, reassured and growing confidence. You brought your hands to go around her waist, feeling her soft skin as you squeezed at her hips.

You pulled away with a gasp, and the knowing smirk from Toni, her bright grin was enough to bring the two of you to start giggling, enclosed by the peaceful nightfall.

You didn’t need to be reminded that she would leave, not in a very long time anyway. And besides, she had you now.

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[Spoiler's] departure marks only the fifth time (and first since Patrick Dempsey) that the ABC medical drama has said farewell to a series regular via character death.

[This story contains spoilers from the March 11, "Helplessly Hoping," episode of Grey's Anatomy.]

Grey's Anatomy said parted ways with a beloved member of its cast during Thursday's midseason premiere and it did so in a relatively rare fashion for the ABC medical drama: with a character death.

Giacomo Gianniotti's Dr. Andrew DeLuca was killed off following a heroic battle to stop a sex trafficker in a storyline that stretched back to last season and ultimately capped the actor's seven-season run on the Shondaland favorite. DeLuca, who was stabbed and ultimately died in surgery, became only the fifth series regular in Grey's Anatomy history to have their storyline end in a fatality and the first since Patrick Dempsey's shocking exit nearly six years ago.

In a fitting end to his storyline, DeLuca winds up on Meredith's (Ellen Pompeo) magical beach and is able to have a farewell with his former love interest before walking into the sunset. DeLuca joins George (T.R. Knight), Derek (Dempsey), Mark (Eric Dane) and Lexie (Chyler Leigh) as series regulars (per Wikipedia) to leave the show in death. Of the 33 total series regulars in 17 seasons of Grey's, 13 characters have left alive. And it's of course worth noting that several other characters have been killed off of Grey's, though those actors have either been guest stars or recurring players.

Below, showrunner Krista Vernoff and star Gianniotti talk with The Hollywood Reporter about how DeLuca's death factors into a season that has put COVID-19 at the top of the show's call sheet and what's next.

Meredith is on a vent and that was the last beat until the show's return tonight. Why was it important for that to be the image viewers had of this iconic character for three months? She's still on the vent in the midseason return.

Vernoff: That happened to be the midseason finale. Sometimes stories tell themselves and things happen in very powerful ways. As an image, that works on people's psyche and helps them understand that this pandemic is ongoing and profound and impacting communities in really painful ways. It's a powerful image to help people remember why staying they're home. If this thing can hit Meredith Grey, it can hit anybody.

This season has put COVID-19 at the top of the call sheet, with realistic portrayals of everything from infected doctors, others struggling with the emotional gravity and, in the midseason finale, hospitals reached capacity. When it aired, that episode was sadly prescient. How does the rest of the season play out in terms of how close it has been to what's happening in the world now?

Vernoff: What's so interesting about it being prescient is that we were telling the truth in that episode of what was happening in May 2020 in Washington state and it was happening again in Los Angeles in December, when the episode aired. We weren't prescient; we were telling a story that happened in the early stage of the pandemic. It's been amazing how when we thought when we were breaking the show, we thought we were going home for two weeks and now it's a year later and we're looking at this in this way. It's still staggering to me. We are not jumping forward to some imaginary future where covid is a thing of the past. We are still set in the past in the back half of the season. That was one of the decisions when we decided that Meredith has covid and that that would span a fair amount of the season. We didn't want Meredith in a bed with covid for 11 months. We are still in like May/June of 2020 creatively. We're not jumping forward so we don't have to try and keep up with what's happening now; we're looking at what was happening then.

In a season exploring covid, why was the first major character death of the season unrelated? Was this supposed to be the season finale last year?

Vernoff: There was no plan to kill him at the end of last season. I very much did not want to kill DeLuca last season because he'd been through a mental health crisis and he'd come through it. I wanted to show that a person can go through a mental health crisis and come out the other side and be a functional, contributing member of the hospital staff. This story of DeLuca seeing that sex trafficker again and following her out of the hospital and refusing to let up and it becoming a part of Station 19 and following it and right when you think he's got her, somebody punches him. You think he's been punched but you come back and realize he's been stabbed and then he's on the beach with Meredith. My reaction to [the story idea] was, What?! Fuck! No! Really!? This is what I'm doing?! No! Many times after I pitched it to the writers and we designed the season around this story, I started to chicken out and second-guess myself. Can we save him?! Can he live?! He can't. We've done a lot of near-deaths and saved them since I took over the show. So now people are expecting that. This was the story. It was as shocking to me as it was to you.

Giacomo, what was your reaction when you got the call that Andrew was being killed off?

Gianniotti: Krista and Debbie Allen, our exec producer, called me into an office said they've tried it different ways and keep coming back to the trafficking storyline from last season. The storyline was so highly received, and because of that, they knew they had to continue to explore it. They saw an opportunity to tell a beautiful story that highlighted human trafficking and for DeLuca to go down as a hero and make this really noble act to stop this perpetrator but would unfortunately cost him his life. I've been on the show for seven seasons thought it was a great way to exit. Krista running Station 19 as well had the idea to make it a crossover so we could tell it over two episodes and spend time with DeLuca. I'm a storyteller and the best story always wins and I thought this was the best story.

What was the larger point you wanted to make with DeLuca's storyline? He dies a hero, which is a bit of the ultimate for a Grey's death.

Vernoff: I was processing [grief] myself when this story came. As we were going through this shared trauma of covid together and quarantine and being away from the people we loved, I wanted all the other tragedies in the world to just stop. It didn't seem fair. The Alexandria House, a charity I support in L.A. that shelters battered women and their children — so people who have already been traumatized — the first week of the shutdown, the Alexandria House caught on fire. It was like, What?! Isn't covid enough? But everything else didn't stop because of covid and we were all having to process other things, too, and horrible tragedies that come with life. That's part of where this story was born. All these people are going to die of covid but also sometimes other people just die. And it's f—ing awful. Part of DeLuca dying in this way … watching this episode, watching his mom greet him on the beach and feeling that grief, I cried harder watching this episode than I cried since George O'Malley died. I thank Giacomo for playing this character so beautifully and powerfully that through the death of DeLuca I believe there is an opportunity for us all to release our collective grief.

Will DeLuca re-appear on that beach again this season?

Vernoff: No. I thought him walking away with his mom was the most powerful closure for that character. But you will see him again, just not on the beach.

Gianniotti: Even though his life has come to an end, there's many ways to show our characters who have passed. I look forward to tell some other stories in those ways. Maybe there's flashbacks or other scenarios where we can see DeLuca. That's about all I can say. But it's not a drill; he's definitely died.

What was filming on that beach like given how much those scenes have meant to viewers?

Gianniotti: Ellen and I kept pinching ourselves. To be able to shoot on a beach was amazing. It was nice to be a part of that and have DeLuca have his moment and say his piece with Meredith. There was a lot of unfinished business between them. Maybe if Meredith hadn't gotten covid, the first part of this season could have been them picking up the pieces of where they left off in their romances. But circumstances didn't allow for that. It was nice that DeLuca got to at least thank her for everything she'd given him.

How do you think Meredith will respond to DeLuca's death?

Gianniotti: It's tough to say because you think of the dream and what happened at the end of the episode and wonder if Meredith would correlate that with the metaphor: if he's joining his mother that must mean he's leaving me and passing on. Maybe that would translate to her waking up? Who knows? Or it will be a massive surprise when she wakes up. There is a very obvious, glaring comparison with reality in that so many health care professionals have lost their own due to covid. It's a direct representation and reflection of that. It's helping people in the industry feel seen as well. It hits different and it's going to send a shockwave through all the characters at the hospital — and maybe Meredith the most.

Knowing Meredith is battling covid, it feels like there's one of two outcomes there. How does the covid story that you're telling impact the different finales that you're crafting considering the show's uncertain future?

Vernoff: More will be revealed as you watch the show. (Laughs)

Without spoiling anything, how would you describe who else will visit Meredith on that magical beach?

Vernoff: There are some really fun surprises coming up. It's one of the things that I have enjoyed as rays of light in the darkness of the storytelling necessitated by covid. That beach is a ray of light and the surprises of who you see there are rays of light. And I don't want to take that away.

Can you confirm there will be others who appear on that beach who viewers haven't seen there yet this season?

Vernoff: Yes.

Giacomo, you got to make your directorial debut on Grey's this season. After seven seasons, was there anything you wanted to do on the show but never had the chance?

Gianniotti: This felt like a gift. They rolled everything I wanted to do into two episodes, they wrote my dream exit storyline. I got to have an action movie told on Station 19 chasing a perpetrator and not wearing scrubs. That was fun and not something I'd gotten to do on Grey's for obvious reasons. All the scenes where we got to take our time and be together with Ellen and Meredith on the beach was a good way to tie up the loose ends. As far as the mental health storyline, it was an honor and privilege to tell that story. Ultimately, it's about representation and for people to see someone who is bipolar can be an attending and command a whole department at a hospital is huge.

Did you keep anything from set?

Gianniotti: I didn't! Maybe I'll go steal my stethoscope next time I'm there!

What's next for you? Any plans on returning to Grey's as a director?

Gianniotti: Definitely investing a ton of time in directing and hoping to continue to do that here and abroad. I'm seeking a lot of opportunities in Italy and Canada as a director and actor and have a few things coming on the horizon that I'm excited to share

#grey's anatomy #krista vernoff #17x07 #andrew deluca #giacomo gianniotti #spoilers #THR

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Hello! I was wondering what sort of requirements pigeons would have and the whole breeds thing. (Sorry long ask) How much room would a pidge need? Like cage size and also, how would one go about excersizing them? Do you reccomend letting them fly free for the day and come back at night? Would they possibly get hurt or catch a disease/parasites out there? Are they expensive to keep? And what breeds are the most friendly/affectionate? Thank you :) 1/2

You know how some dogs have been bred to look nice but have a multitude of health problems (ie pug, chihuahua, great dane ,dachshund ect) does that happen in pigeons too? And if so, how does one know which might be genetically predisposed to getting problems later on or just generally wont have the best quality of life? 2/2

Whuf!

These are really broad questions. I’ll have to break them down and answer ne at a time, so I apologize in advance for the length of time it will take me to get this ask out.

“How much room would a pidge need? Like cage size...”

Pigeon breeds range in size from the tiny Valencian Figurita and Portuguese tumblers (vying constantly to be the worlds smallest breed) to the literally chicken sized Giant Runt.

So the amount of space required depends on the breed’s size and energy level.

Homers are about the average.

Here is an old picture from before the loft’s redesign of two of my breeding pair in their pens.

These are labrador sized dog crates, outfitted with a rabbit’s corner litter pan as a nest box and a garden stake cut to length as a perch.

Pigeons need flat perches because they are cliff nesters. Round ones like branches or dowels hurt their feet.

If yours is going to be a house pet, the cage should be what a crate is for dogs: A safe place to sleep or wait for you to get home until it learns the house rules.

Pigeons are intensely social birds that are happiest with the freedom of motion to come see you when they want, and go occupy themselves when they don’t want company.

The nice thing about pigeons is that they don;t need to be all over you all the time. They are independent enough to go do their own thing, but want to be able to come check on or spend time with you.

Which dovetails nicely into your next question: “how would one go about exercising them?”

A pigeon allowed to free range indoors will exercise themself plenty.

If you cannot let them free range the entire house, letting them out in your bedroom while you are home will be fine for most breeds.

“Do you reccomend letting them fly free for the day and come back at night?”

Absolutely not!

“Would they possibly get hurt or catch a disease/parasites out there?”

That possibly could be turned all the way up to a guarantee.

Performance breeds like racers, rollers, and tumblers are over bred to make up for the losses during training flights from inclement weather getting a bird lost, hawks snatching them out of the air, and diseases picked up from wild birds and brought back.

“Are they expensive to keep?”

After the initial cost for set up and the vet check to make sure they don’t have parasites and aren’t ill, the upkeep for a few is shockingly cheap.

You can get a lab sized kennel for $50-70. If you want an even bigger space, Great Dane kennels are about $80.

You can buy a wooden garden stake from pretty much any hardware store for about $5.

The bunny corner box is not required if you aren’t breeding. Pigeons will just as happily use a dollar store dog bowl to nest in.

My vet bill for a new bird is $70: $35 for the exotics wellness exam, $20 for a throat swab, and $15 for a fecal test.

I expected feral and lost birds to have lice, worms, parasites, and infections, but was floored when every single show bird I ever purchased from breeders did too!

You’re better off in the long run assuming something needs to be healed, cleaned out, or cleared up and just finding out from the vet as soon as they get there what needs treating.

Clear it out then, and an inside bird is pretty well set.

You can buy 50lbs of feed for $20 at Tractor supply.

And 50lbs of calcium supplements for $11.

I have 36 pigeons and 2 ringneck doves right now, so 50lbs lasts me a little over a week.

But a single bird will eat off of that for over half a year.

“And what breeds are the most friendly/affectionate?”

Most of the Exhibition breeds are pretty friendly, but from most to least kennel space, here are the ones I have enjoyed the most hands on:

Utility kings

These are the size of chickens and will need a LOT of flight time.

They are a meat breed, so they are genetically predisposed to docility, but also obesity.

They do best free roaming the house full time. It’s really hard to find a cage big enough to comfortably accommodate them.

Giant Homers

Utility kings are a squabbing breed, designed for constant production of big squabs, so they are more bird-shaped than the Giant Homer, which was bred to be eaten as an adult, and then for the aesthetic of a fat round bird.

Like the Utility King, Giant Homers are known for their mellow, gentle temperaments. But after having worked with them for a few years, it seems mostly to be that they are simply too big and heavy to evade effectively, and they know it.

Along with being prone to obesity, their sheer weight puts tremendous pressure on their feet and they can develop huge, painful calluses.

I like my mixes better than their purebred parents, because they inherited the temperament with out the bulk that causes painful or dangerous health issues.

Lahore

Named for the city in Pakistan where they were developed, the Lahore is a huge, gorgeous bird.

Their wing span more then the size of their actual body makes them difficult to cage, so it’s best they have the run of at least a bedroom.

these are laid back and mellow, but not exactly touch me birds. If one gets on your shoulder or in your lap, feel honored.

Frillbacks

For the same reason as the Lahore, Frillbacks can be difficult to pen indoors.

An individual can be happy in a Great Dane sized kennel, but frankly won’t fit comfortably into anything smaller.

These are very laid back, not especially flighty, and quite friendly. Young birds are very much cuddle bugs, and the individual pictured still comes up to me to nurse between my fingers.

No known associated health issues, but individuals with especially long muffs can stay especially still because the shaft of the feather under the skin of their feet is bigger around than the bones of their toes, making walking painful.

Show standards require large muffs, so it can be hard to find them with muffs like Bean’s here.

There is one breeder that raises hers with short muffs and entirely clean legged. I’ll be happy to link you.

Voorburg Shield Cropper

These leggy, slender birds are a pain to house because of their height, but the only breed I know of with points taken off in the show standard if they are not friendly enough to try to court the judges.

This sweet flamboyant temperament makes them an absolute delight to work with!

These are the first on the list with no known health issues associated with the breed.

Show Type Racing homer

This is an elegant exhibition breed, easy to house in the example set up we discussed at the beginning of the ask.

They are bulkier than racing homers or flying type show homers, VERY tightly feathered.

This is a wonderfully sweet tempered breed that tends not to be especially flighty.

Some of that is due to the sheer bulk of its musculature, but most of it does genuinely seem to be temperament.

Old Dutch Capuchine

These have a reputation for being docile, but I have found them to be quite flighty.

Mixes incorporating this breed, though, tend to be quite bold and out going.

Racing Homer

This is the most commonly available pigeon breed.

Bred for endurance racing, this is a very high energy bird that needs a LOT of time out of the pen to fly.

They have the strongest immune system and highest intelligence of any of the pure breeds.

though some individuals can be hair-trigger flighty, this breed is keenly intelligent and highly curious, and those individuals can learn to overcome their flightiness if their handler can learn to be aware enough of their comfort levels not to startle them with too-quick motion.

Lucerne Peak Crest

Named, like the Lahore, after the city in Switzerland where the breed was developed.

The Lucerne is an extremely temperature hardy breed.

It’s among what are called the Owl Breeds; small, compact breeds with short to mid length beaks, round faces, and large, round eyes.

Most of the owl breeds are mellow and sweet tempered, boldly curious, and not generally prone to be flighty.

Their beaks being a little short makes their nasal slit narrow and the opening to their sinuses wide, so small seeds like Millet can get stuck in the nasal cavity of some individuals.

Classic Old Frill

Oh, this is my favorite purebred.

The total pidge package: Small, friendly, shockingly beautiful, devoted parents.

There is absolutely everything to love about this wonderful cuddle bug breed.

Nun

These are a gorgeous breed, often described as being friendly because they are not smart enough to be wary.

They are unspeakably awful parents, prone to literally treating their eggs like an especially large, uncomfortable poop.

Old German Owl

Another absolute delight of a charming little Owl breed.

These are as stubborn as they are sweet tempered, which can make them a really fun challenge to train.

These are cuddle bugs, for the most part.

Chinese Owl

These are tiny little clouds that range from intensely curious and strongly treat motivated to absolute refusal to have anything to do with anything even remotely human shaped with very little in between.

Small and easy to house.

Portuguese Tumbler

This is a tiny bird, not much taller than a conure.

They are bred purely for aerial performance, so this is a SUPER high energy breed that, like the racing homer, needs a LOT of out time.

They are very bold in their friendliness, eager to check up on you and steal a cheek-smooch before zooming off to resume doing their own thing.

Unfortunately, their breed standard requires their back toe not to touch the ground. They go on tippy toes when they are happy, excited, or relaxed, which makes something like a human hand or shoulder physically difficult to balance on, and there for uncomfortable to stand on.

So trying to pet one throws their balance and stresses them severely.

Mixes with stronger feet are thrilled to have the affectionate attention of human flock mates.

Valencian Figurita

The tiniest owl breed, currently just barely winning out over the Portuguese tumbler.

It’s known for its trapezoidal head shape and upright stance.

This is a bold, plucky little bird that in my experience loves shoulders. ^v^

They are bred a little too small, though, tending to only lay one egg to a clutch, with many dying in the shell with out space for the peep to develop.

Their hatchlings are often given to ringneck doves to foster.

“You know how some dogs have been bred to look nice but have a multitude of health problems (ie pug, chihuahua, great dane ,dachshund ect) does that happen in pigeons too?”

Oh, god, you would not believe the number of pigeon breeds that aren’t even bird shaped!

There are nearly twice as many severely distorted breeds as fit, bird shaped ones.

Check the Modern art Pigeons tag.

“And if so, how does one know which might be genetically predisposed to getting problems later on or just generally wont have the best quality of life?”

Pippin is a feral pigeon.

This is about the closest you can get to the base line natural shape of the species Columba livia.

The more pigeon-shaped the breed, the better.

Ferals are, genetically, a blend of the homers, rollers, and tumblers that survived getting lost on training tosses or during performances.

Here is Wilson, another purebred Racing homer.

Because this breed is designed to fly marathons literally hundreds of miles, it’s a lot more compact and muscular than Ferals and genuinely wild Rock Doves, who only need to fly as far as it takes to find enough to eat in a day.

The farther off this base line you go, the less physically fit the breed.

The American Fantail is an especially heinous train wreck.

Its chest is out thrust over its head, its neck curves parallel to its spine, and its head is propped up by its own tail feathers.

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This pitiful creature is not just displaying.

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Their skeleton is permanently stuck in that shape.

Parlor rollers are bred with a combination of neuromuscular defects that throw their balance when ever they flap their wings, sending them into a panic as they flail to right themselves.

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Parlor Tumblers have a less severe version of the same group of deformities:

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We talked about the Old dutch Capuchine above.

Jacobins are the extreme “modern” version of the ODC.

You could trim their feathers to clear their field of vision

But their very long necks tend to collapse into their shoulders with age.

The male Barb’s huge, wrinkled wattle and ceres block off their nasal passages and deform the eyelids so that they may not be able to fully close.

Cocks usually go blind with in three years, but that doesn’t matter to their breeders because their peak show and reproductive performance is between their first and second year of age.