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all-appreciation · 6 years

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Maybe the Government did something Right

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Stars appear in so many stories. Peter Pan, Princess and The Frog, and even Pinocchio. They all seem to have something in common. They hold hope and wishes and love. I never understood the phenomena of wishing on a star, until I did.

I was desperate and alone. Unsure of my future life, let alone if I’d see tomorrow. It’s a constant worry when you live in this world and a supposed blessing to see the light again. Sometimes I wanted to die, sometimes I wanted to disappear. Other times I wanted to live a normal life, or just survive another day. Tonight I decided to want better.

This world isn’t safe, especially not during the day. Things roam and move. Things we aren’t sure what they are. Large grotesque beings and small crawling creatures. No one’s sure how they came to be, they just appeared one day and haven’t left since. They can’t be captured. They die when locked away, like they know we want to test them. And in death they turn to dust, leaving no corpse to study.

People can kill them and they can be destroyed but it’s difficult and dangerous. So people have adapted to nightlife. For some unknown reason the creatures never are out when the moon is high in the sky. They only wander in the day. Those seeking thrill may move in the day but those who wish to live stay hidden.

I was 10 when the creatures appeared. I used to love the sunlight, I could lay for hours in the light soaking up the sun and wasting the day away. But then those...things popped up, killing people and destroying things and the light was no longer safe.

I was horribly afraid of the dark when I was younger and now I fear the light. The light means death, the light means destruction, and the light means doom. Even though the light is dangerous, I still long to feel the warm rays on my skin and see the world alight with a bright blue sky.

I was on the tallest building I could find in this forsaken city, staring at the stars and the moon. Everything covered in the milky glow. A few glowing lights of active homes alight below.

I decided to make a wish. Probably the first time I wished for anything since the world had gone dark. I found the brightest star in the sky and wished to see the sun again, to be safe in the day and never have to worry about being attacked by those things. I knew it wouldn’t come true but a wish is a nice thing to make. It gives you hope.

I went to bed that morning thinking of the sun and awoke to a full moon and a knock on the door. It was interesting to have someone come here, most of my friends are gone and live in the country, it’s supposed to be safer. It was early in the night anyways, I should have been getting up.

I rose from my bed and went to the door. Expecting some kind of delivery man or a random person wandering and looking for a place to rest. Even a hunter seeking help. What I was not expecting was a young man, close to my age, in a suit with a suitcase wanting to come in. Of course I obliged and let him enter.

“Would you like something to drink…?” I questioned the strange man, hoping to receive a name.

“Wonwoo, and thank you Y/N. A water would be nice.” He sat down as he spoke, his bag kept close to his feet. I was in the kitchen with a glass in hand before I realized I never told him my name. I squeaked and dropped the glass, breaking it in the process. Letting out a muffled cuss, I started cleaning it up. I had cut my hand when the man rushed into the kitchen, a gun in hand.

“Are you alright?” He rushed over to me. I cowered from his hand, while clutching my own. He looked from me to the gun and understood, putting it into his pants. “It’s incase something or someone tried to hurt you. I would never use it on you.” He reached out for my hand and I pulled farther away. “It’s ok. I just want to see how bad it is. I can help. It’s what I was trained for.” I nodded and gave him my hand. He looked it over before pulling me to the living room. He doctored my hand while I stared at him in silence.

He left the room and returned with water for me and himself. He sat in the chair across from me and we sat in silence for who knows how long. I examined his looks. Scruffy black hair, dark golden brown eyes, but the most stoic of faces. He looks like he never smiles. I broke from my trance when he spoke.

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions. I will answer whatever I can.”

“How did you know my name? Who or what are you? I don’t understand what’s happening.” I blurted out. He sighed before answering.

“I’m sorry to pop out of the blue but I’m here to grant your wish.” I looked at him like he was crazy.

“What wish?” I asked him, clutching my wrapped hand to my chest.

“The one you made the other night. Wanting to see the sun without worrying about danger.” He stood and walked to sit on the couch with me. I stared at him, waiting for more information. He seemed to understand. “I work for the government. We have a branch designed to grant wishes. You didn’t wish on a star, you wished on a satellite. They record the world’s wishes and send people like me in to grant them. I was trained to work in the sun, to work against the monsters. I’m going to take you into the light whenever you want and protect you.”

He’s going to what. I made that wish on a whim. No way was it supposed to happen, let alone have a man assigned to protect me. I don’t understand but I don’t think I want to.

“So why do you have a bag?” It was the only thing I knew to ask.

“I’m assigned to stay here until you feel your wish is complete. I know it’s inconvenient but it is my job. If you’d like, from the look on your face, I can find somewhere else to stay.” He immediately answered my question. I shook my head.

“It’s ok. You can stay here, I just don’t have an extra room for you, only the couch.” I trailed off as I realized it wouldn’t be suitable for someone of his stature. “You could always take the bed.” I suggested.

“The bed is yours. The couch will work fine. I’ve slept on much worse. It’ll be nice to have something at least semi-comfortable. Thank you.” He moved to stand again and said he would return tomorrow with a few more things for me and himself. I was to spend that night wrapping my head around what actually is happening.

I walked him to the door and watched as he walked into the darkness, with confidence I knew only a survivor could have. I spent the rest of the night going about my normal routine, showering, restocking the kitchen for his return, and even collecting some abandoned books I found; though I was a bit distracted through the processes. Can’t count how many times I ran into people without apologizing.

The day was spent in a restless sleep, still so confused about Wonwoo. I was in the living room with my book and tea when I heard his knock again, early in the night. I let him in and watched as he carried in bag after bag. Mostly suitcases of his clothing, necessities, and weapons. But he brought food with him too and drinks, even candy I hadn’t seen in years. I was surprised to say the least.

“Why did you bring so much food?” I questioned him, “You didn’t need to.”

“I did need to. You are allowing me to stay here, it is my payment. My thanks.” he spoke as he continued playing food in the kitchen pantry and cabinets. “Your wish is my job, allowing me to stay is your kindness.” I just nodded my head and went to sit in the living room again. I was staring blankly at the window when he sat a small distance away from me. “You seem tired. If we both sleep now, I can take you into the sun tomorrow. If you’d like.” I turned and smiled at him. I bid him goodnight and went to my room to grab blankets and pillows for him.

I would like to believe we both slept peacefully that night but before I slept, I know I could hear him cleaning his guns and sharpening his knives.

We spent the next two weeks together. I was unsure of wanting to leave the house. Yes I wanted to feel the sun again but my fears kept the want at bay. I learned some small skills from Wonwoo and watched him as he trained.

We grew closer. I told him of my childhood before the monsters and he told me how his family was lost to the creatures. It being the reasoning behind him wanting to grant wishes. We would read together or watch tv.

The third week was when I decided I wanted the sun again. I told him of my wishes and he kept me awake through the day to train me. Making sure I would sleep the night away.

I was shaken awake hours later to a man in all black standing above me. Different from the suit he constantly wore and the clothes contrasting the night he first showed. It was a simple black sweater with a black leather jacket. Dark pants and combat boots. Even something to cover his face. I’ll admit he looked nice without the suit. He spoke softly with his deep voice telling me to dress for mobility and always be ready to run. I wore a sweater and jeans like him, along with sneakers to run.

I walked into the kitchen to see food placed out and a hunting knife in its sheath next to my plate.

“Eat up and attach the knife to your belt. You won’t need it but it’s better to be cautious.” I heard him call from the stairs. He walked in with a gun strapped to his leg and back, a knife on each thigh. More attractive than I’d like to admit. I ate as he spoke.

“You will need to stick close to me. I already saw some roaming. I have a place picked for us but it will take a days travel, being it is in the country. Your home will be safe and your body will be safe with me. I have our bags packed and our supplies prepared. We leave when you are ready.” I choked when he mentioned the travel but understood, country being the safest place to experience the sun. “We’ll need to keep moving but will take frequent short breaks.” I nodded along and stood to put the dishes in the sink when I finished.

It was early when he awoke me and still early as we left. It had been years since stepping through my door into the sun. That would, hopefully, be the hardest part of the trip. I knew as soon as I felt the heat on my face that I wouldn’t regret this.

We traversed the empty streets and back alleys, avoiding herds easily and making it out of the city and to the farmlands long before the sun started setting. I did as Wonwoo said and stuck close as we reached an empty field. I stared into the sky and watched the clouds move by.

“Y/N.” I heard a murmur beside me. I turned to Wonwoo as he motioned behind me. A blanket was set out with food and drinks. His jacket and shoes had been removed along with his weapons. I knew it was safe.

I wandered over to the blanket, removing my own shoes. I sat down and stared back into the sky. A rustling of leaves brought my sight to Wonwoo by the tree with a book. The light peaking through the trees lighting his features. I realized I was lucky that one silly wish could bring so much happiness. But why me?

I went and joined Wonwoo under the tree, him glancing up as I sat down. I listened to his deep breaths and the wind rustle the trees before nudging him. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t look from his book. I nudged him another two times before he looked up, semi-annoyed

“Sorry but I have a question.” I smiled sheepishly. He nodded his head and closed his book. “Why me?”

“What…?” he inquired.

“Why was my wish granted? I know so many other wish every night. So why me?” I know I may have been asking too much but I wanted to know why I was worthy.

He sighed before speaking, “Because you deserve it.” He glanced into the tree. “So many people wish for money or love. So many people wish constantly, except you. You hadn’t made one wish since the world went dark. And maybe when I heard your wish and looked at you, I knew I could help, I knew you deserved to be happy, even for a limited time.” he finished with a look in my eyes.

I knew I shouldn’t have, he really didn’t seem the type, but I jumped to hug him. I thanked him the only way I knew how anymore. With the smallest affection I could offer. And I swear I felt him smile.

We spent the rest of the day in peace, small conversation and getting to know each other, he even taught me some first aid. I ended back up on the blanket while he set up a tent. Dinner was eaten and sleeping bags were set close to each other. I slept in the night peacefully for the first time in years.

The next morning I made breakfast as he packed up and suited back up, ready for the trek home. We were ready to leave soon after eating and made it to the edge of the city before we needed to rest. Breaking into a bookstore I didn’t know existed. We sat for a little while glancing through the store, even taking some with us, before leaving.

We were so close, not even a block from my house. Almost safe. But they found us anyways. I didn’t know how to fight so Wonwoo told me to hide. I didn’t want to leave him but I didn’t know what else to do. I hid and watched as he fight.

He was surrounded, the guns doing their job and taking down all but one before the bullets ran out. He took the knife from his hip before getting in a stance to attack. The thing was quick on its legs and was in constant movement around Wonwoo. But Wonwoo was quick too, following the things movements. A slash. A stab. He was so close to the weak point, but was slowing down and the thing took advantage. It slashed Wonwoo’s arm and from the scream, it seemed deep.

I moved before I thought, I raced from my hiding spot to see the thing pining Wonwoo. But even in pain, Wonwoo is still a fighter. He stabbed up into what may have been a heart and the thing released a dying screech. I moved to Wonwoo’s side as he rolled the creature off him. He wouldn’t sit up and was losing blood fast. I couldn’t do much where we were.

“Wonwoo...Woo I need you to get up. Please. I can fix you, I just need you to help me get you home.” I murmured as I got him to his feet. We shuffled along, a bit wobbly, to the house. He collapsed onto the couch and I ran to grab his and my first aid.

I shoved a cloth in his mouth to stop the scream as I ripped the jacket and shirt off him. After tying a tourniquet above the wound I ran to get clean water. I cleaned the wound watching as his breathing stabilized and his face relaxed. He had passed out from pain, exhaustion, blood loss, or all three I didn’t know, I just knew to work fast.

I finished cleaning the wound and sutured it before wrapping it in gauze. I placed a blanket over him and took the cloth from his mouth. I cleaned up and placed a glass of water and painkillers by his head on the table before resting in a chair next to the couch. Holding his hand, I made another wish, to myself and the fates. To let Wonwoo live, to let him heal. I fell asleep draped over his legs.

I awoke hours later and saw his water empty and the painkillers gone but him asleep, more peacefully than before. I rose and fixed the blanket on his body before going into the kitchen to unpack our supplies, something to keep my mind active.

I ran when I heard his groan. Quickly moving into the living room.

“Ugh...well that was interesting.” Wonwoo sat up slowly and pulled the blanket up to his chest when he saw me staring. Scars. I shook my head and sat next to him.

“How’s your arm? I need to rewrap it.” I ran to grab more gauze before returning to his side. I heard him chuckle as I unwrapped it.

“It’s fine.” he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. “I’m fine. I’ve had worse, just another scar for the collection.” He released my chin and lowered the blanket. Lean and scarred. I reached a hand out and felt him shiver when I touched the longest scar. “Training and fighting can be a bitch.” he chuckled to, as I believe, cover his blush. I just nodded and finished wrapping his arm. He grabbed the things from my hands before I could walk away and forced me onto the couch with him. “Seriously, I’m fine. Though I wouldn’t have been if you hadn’t been there. So thank you. Looks like I owe you more now.”

“You don’t owe me anything. You got hurt because of my stupid wish.” I shook my head and moved away from him but he pulled me back.

“It wasn’t a stupid wish. It was a perfect one.” He pulled me into his side and covered us both with the blanket. “Besides I think I know how to make us both happy. Make us even.” I didn’t understand what he was saying until his lips pressed to mine. It took me a few seconds but my hand moved to his chest and my eyes closed. Kissing him felt like the sun. Warm and bright. And it felt like the moon. Calm and safe.

We pulled away to watch the sunlight fade outside. We were safe again.

“Thank you Y/N for taking care of me.” he whispered...with a smile.

“Thank you Wonwoo, for taking car of me.” I responded with a smile.

“Maybe, now we can take care of each other. I only leave when your wish is fulfilled.” He spoke into my hair, putting his arm around me.

“I don’t think my wish will finish anytime soon. So we’ll take care of each other.” I hummed into his neck.

“I’ll always take care of you. Job or no job.” Wonwoo spoke with sincerity in his voice and surprisingly his eyes. I knew I would be safe in the night, and now I’m assured of being safe in the day. Thank you.

I used to think wishing on a star was useless….and I was right. They were never stars, they were always satellites. They grant your wishes and more.

#wonwoo #seventeen #fluff #writing

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Save Time, Grow Cannabis Hands-Off

If you have ever received a succulent or cactus as a gift, it isn’t because your friend is trying to tell you something about your character. It’s because these two houseplants are incredibly robust, needing very little attention. Plants like these do well in todays under accommodating society, where loose time can easily be supplemented by preferential online streaming and delivery services. Unfortunately, the sharing economy has yet to produce a gig for plant sitters.

Some plants, even despite their names, do not grow like weeds. Cannabis is a surprisingly fickle plant if not provided with adequate care. Difficulty levels depend on each variety’s genetics. Some common clones you might see in shops are the causal three: Blue Dream, Gorilla Glue #4, or Cinex. See our clones vs. seeds buyers guide if you’d like to learn more about marijuana genetics.

For this scenario, we’ll be starting from a clone since this is the most common route people take. There are many growing methods out there, and some require more maintenance than others. This growing method, in particular, uses microbial populated soils fueled by dry fertilizers and distilled water. Together, these variables form a self-regulating, ecologically-sound vehicle for your new clone baby.

Maintaining Proper PH In Your Soil And Water

There are many different growing methods out there, most of which involve liquid fertilizers. Chelated material from these liquid nutrients builds up in the soil around the plant and requires flushing every two-to-three weeks in conjunction with a normal watering schedule. This can drastically change the pH level in your soil, creating unnecessary maintenance. Hobbies should be about having fun while learning, not an arbitrary penial measuring contest.

Getting your hands on some rainwater would be ideal, although not completely necessary. Distilled or water conditioned with reverse osmosis is also okay so long as you blend this water with chlorine-free, non-softened spring water. A good healthy pH is considered within the range of 60 to 80 PPMs.

Synchronizing your soil and water is key. Many types of fertilizers, the ones this method will use, are primarily dry non-liquid fertilizers. Fertilizers by Down To Earth are universally available online or in your local garden supply store. Ideally, composted or ‘super soil’ is preferred. For the sake of brevity, we simply recommend using pH adjusted Happy Frog soil by Fox Farm.

Preparing Your Medium & Lighting

Clones are sold commercially in small 12 oz cups or one-gallon pots and always sold in a vegetative state. Before you do anything. Go out and buy a five-gallon pot and some dual spectrum LED grow lights. It’s important you maintain an 18-hour lighting schedule at the minimum during a vegetative cycle.

Deciding on when to flower, is entirely up to you. The longer you keep your plant in veg, the higher the yield. From this point on, lighting schedules must change from 18–24 hours to 12 hours of light during the day and 12 hours of darkness during the night. Twenty-four hours would be more ideal if you don’t mind paying a little extra in your utility bill for the next two-to-three months.

Buying a five-gallon pot will facilitate more room for your roots. Bigger root systems beget larger yields and higher THC percentages. In addition to these peripheral items, try and figure out a way for you to control temperature, humidity, and lighting. Optimum temperature/humidity levels should hover between 75 and 80 degrees with 60–65 percent humidity. After getting your environment set up, begin mixing those spikes.

*VERY IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER*

Any anomalous fluctuations in your lighting schedule during a flowering period can ruin the yield. An overlap can cause your bud (which should be a lady) to display hermaphroditic features if this photoperiod is interrupted during the night cycle. Any sudden changes in light, temperature, or environmental schedules can cause hermaphroditic traits in your cannabis, resulting in seed landed buds.

Prepping Your Amendments

Garden spikes have been around for years and work brilliantly. They distribute nutrients efficiently around a plant’s rhizosphere. What you’re doing here is setting your cannabis up for the rest of its life. Before adding your Happy Frog soil into that five-gallon pot, you will need to mix the three following combinations of dry fertilizers.

You’ll need three 51 oz Mason jars if you want to be consistent with these ratios. Each ratio is measured out to be one cup—no more, no less. After filling these up, go ahead and shake them around thoroughly. It’s important you keep these jars organized. Designate each jar with painter’s tape or something you can easily tear off after you’re done. This first mix will be your Floor Flowering Layer. The last two are going to be your flowering and high nitrogen spikes.

Mixing and Applying Your Floor Flowering Layer

Sprinkle two teaspoons of your Floor Flowering Layer at the bottom of your five-gallon pot. At this stage. It would also help if you did an equal amount of PURE Granular Bloom. Cannabis knows where the food is at. Think of this as an incentive to coax those roots to the bottom.

Floor Flowering Layer Ratio

Bone Meal 4

High P Bird Poo 1

Feather Meal 1

Fish Meal 1

Kelp Meal 2

Transplanting

Transplanting is a very delicate procedure. Assess how much soil you will need to put in your five-gallon pot before taking your clone from its original medium. Start filling at the halfway mark. Don’t disturb the root structure in any way while keeping the base above the soil in your five-gallon pot. Otherwise, accumulating moisture around the stem will cause it to rot.

Begin filling the area around the plant’s root mass after placing your clone in the five-gallon pot. As you do this, don’t forget to pack the soil lightly. Packing the soil too firmly can create unhealthy irrigation and root growth. Remember: the bigger the roots, the danker fruits. Pretty sure Steve Jobs said that, so it must be true.

Spiking Your Soil

Once you have transplanted your clone successfully, it’s time to spike your soil. Take a wooden dowel or bamboo stick and make four holes about three centimeters away from the pot’s edge. Each hole should be no more than half an inch wide, at a depth of about 5–6 inches. Space each cavity out evenly around the plant in a diamond shape.

Fill the first cavity with your High N Spike. Then fill the neighboring cavity with your Flowering Spike. Never fill neighboring spikes with the same blends. Fill each cavity alternately using the two blends illustrated below.

High Nitrogen Spike Ratio

Bone Meal 1

High N Bat Poop 1

Feather Meal 1

Blood Meal 1

Kelp Meal 1

Flowering Spike Ratio

Bone Meal 1

High P Bird/Bat Poop 1

Feather Meal 1

Alfalfa Meal ½

Kelp Meal ½

Top Dressing

Your topsoil regulates irrigation, humidity, and pests. Any organic material like bark chips, hay, or coco coir works brilliantly. Coco coir is highly absorbent, so maintaining a watering schedule with it only requires two or three days a week. Make sure you get a brand that comes pre-washed, as some don’t wash excess salts from their mix.

Watering and Inoculation

Watering immediately after transplanting is the last step that’s most crucial. The sooner you pacify your root structure, the better. Before you begin watering, give your supply some extra fungi and bacteria. Premixtures come in powder form from products like Great White Mycorrhizae. This stuff delivers fungi and other beneficial microorganisms via the water. Apply globally to your cannabis; fill the pot until it almost spills over the top.

Fungi and bacteria are crucial for increasing your soil’s efficacy. Microbes eat exudates from the plant’s roots, turning them into nutrients. The plant can access these nutrients whenever it feels the need. This shouldn’t destabilize your soil PH too much. However, a piece of mind is never a bad thing. Buy a PPM meter if your budget allows. They’re not too expensive, and can also be found at your local garden supply store.

Paying Our Dues: Thank You Rev

This piece has been a general overview of a style characterized by Skunk Magazine writer, “The Rev.” We recommend purchasing his book, Truly Living Organics 2nd addition, for a more comprehensive overview.

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