#I just ran outta stream before I could finish these

[faecaptainofdreams]

---TRIGGER WARNING---

Animal death, brief violence against an animal

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"Fifteen was a tough age for me.

That was my angriest year, but also really important in terms of learnin'.

I unlocked a painful repressed memory, learned through trial and error that violence wasn't for me, but also, that neither was eatin' meat.

Growin' up, I was never a hunter; just a gatherin' type.

The only time I ate meat was if someone handed it to me or I could afford to buy it.

And truth be told I don't regret that, seein' as how I was always starvin'.

Those tidbits of protein no doubt pulled me through some serious drought!

But when I was fifteen, I remember walkin' a street somewhere and I saw this guy handing out samples of these little fish treats he'd made.

So I ate one, and bein' stuck up like I used to be, I asked him why he only ever handed out fish or seemed to cook fish.

No joke, he was out almost every day!

An' he told me that he only ever passed out fish, 'cos that was all he ate, meat-wise!

I was like...why?

An' he said it was because he had a policy; only eat what you could stand to kill.

Somehow, that resonated with me.

I'd never thought before about how I got the meat -- I just ate it, and appreciated it.

But it seemed, maybe I hadn't appreciated it enough.

Bein' on my own, I figured I needed to either put up or shut up, so I went out and...well...

A few nights later I was in some woods somewhere else, and decided to catch me a fish for the first time.

Because I thought about other animals, but anything more than a fish just made me feel sick.

I chiseled me a little stone carving tool, scraped a stick into a little wooden spear and waited by a river one evening.

Had mah fire ready and everything.

I remember my little heart was just poundin', I really didn't wanna do it but I had to know if I could.

I promised myself that no matter what, whether I could handle it or not, I would eat whatever poor animal I caught.

I was probably at that stream for half an hour or more, strikin' at fish and missin' em.

Until finally...

I got one.

A BIG one.

Had a rock with me because I figured it wouldn't just die instantly, and I was right.

My adrenaline was pumpin', heart was pounding, the fish was really strong so I had to really fight to pull it outta the water.

I hooked my fingers into its gills so I could drag it out faster, and once I had it on the ground I took the rock I'd brought with me and just started beatin' the devil out of it, square in the eye.

I did everything I could to kill it as quickly as possible, and from start to finish the whole ordeal couldn't've taken more than thirty seconds.

But it was enough...

Once I was sure it was dead I just sat there, looked at it, and what I'd done suddenly washed over me...

And I cried.

Just like fightin' folks with my fists to solve issues, I learned that huntin' wasn't for me, either.

I just sat there bawlin' my poor eyes out, and felt like the scum'a the universe.

It was dreadful.

Now worst of all, I had to eat the darn thing!

And I didn't know how to prepare meat or what to do -- it hadn't occurred to me beforehand that I'd have to gut it or anything like that.

So, still cryin', I dragged it over to my little campfire and struggled to try and cook it.

No, I did not open it up.

No guts, no nothin', just cooked it as was.

Then dragged it back over so I could sit and eat.

And I just...bit into it...spit out scales, tried to just...eat it.

God help me, I really, really tried to eat that fish, but I just couldn't stomach it.

When I bit in and hit bone or tendon or SOMETHIN' i gagged straight away, and realized I couldn't do it.

So I got up again and dragged it far out into the woods, and just left it there.

At the very least, I knew nature wouldn't waste it.

I felt like such a fool, and a terrible person.

Didn't sleep well that night, i can tell ya that much.

A few days later, I found a fish trapped in a shrinkin', drying-out pond and quickly ran it over to a stream and let it go.

That helped me feel like I had made up for the horrible thing I'd done.

Now don't get me mistaken, I'm not sayin' this is how everyone should operate.

All groups of people have different tasks for different folks.

Some are hunters, some are gatherers, some are laborers, etc.

It's okay to enjoy meat when you yourself are not capable of huntin', killin' and preparing it.

Just make sure you appreciate it, understand how it gets on your plate, say thanks to Someone out there for lettin' ya have it.

Thank the animal, too.

Meat is part of most people's DNA, most of us are omnivores.

But for me as an individual, that "eat what you can kill" motto has stuck ever since, and I just can't do it.

That was the last time I willingly ate meat, and after that I got more serious about how I found food in the wild and how to be more resourceful.

Oh as for the fish, I made peace with that a long time ago, don't you worry!

I was just tryin'a survive.

Regardless of how it went down and my inability to eat it, I thanked the fish anyhow."

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Someone on Tumblr posed the question of how they figured Wander came to be a vegetarian.

Thought i'd take a crack at it with my own story ;)

#wander over yonder #woy #tw animal death #vegetarian

[shesinchargeareyoukidding]

Eddie Munson Sickfic: When you hurt - Chapter 4: No matter what

Read chapter one here

1975

Eddie huddled in the corner of the lumpy couch. He was afraid to move, afraid to breathe weird, afraid of having to cough again, terrified of having to throw up again. As his lungs burned and his shaking turned into full body shudders, he started to realize his efforts were completely futile.

Don’t be a pussy. Everybody gets the flu sometimes

“Everybody gets the flu sometimes.” He whispered to himself. “It’s just the flu. It’s just the flu…”

Then the coughing started again, and with it the pain. Eddie braced himself against the couch as he lost himself in it. Tears streamed down his face from the effort. Lack of oxygen was making him feel like he wasn’t really inside his body anymore. At some points he lost all awareness, some other moments saw him waking up, only to choke on his own breath again.

He didn’t know how much time had passed. All he knew was that he couldn’t do it anymore. All he felt was a dull throb of pain, traveling throughout his body. He felt so far away. He couldn’t cough anymore, but his chest felt almost too heavy to move. It meant he could barely breathe. That thought should probably terrify him, but he no longer had the energy for that. He let his eyes fall closed once more.

He was being moved. It felt like he was floating. He could hear a woman’s voice above him. Then his world tilted and he landed on a soft surface with a thud. It jostled his lungs and they made a weak attempt at a cough. Someone was patting his cheek, talking to him. What was happening? Weakly, Eddie was able to open his eyes about halfway. Mrs Vanderbilt, their neighbour, was staring down at him with an expression he had never seen on her face before. “Heya, kid. You with me?” Eddie managed a nod. “Good. Good. Listen, kid. You’re kinda scarin’ the crap outta me, here. So uhm, just hold on, will you? Don’t die on my backseat, alright?”

Eddie´s breath hitched and he tried to curl in on himself. “d-die?” He whimpered.

“Awh, no, no, darlin’. I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. Don’t be scared.” Mrs. Vanderbilt ran her hand through his short curls in such a tender gesture that it made Eddie want to scream, latch onto her, and never let go. He could only manage a strangled sob that made him cough and almost pass out again.

“Wha’s happening?” He managed to ask, even as his eyes were trying to roll back into his skull. Mrs. Vanderbilt went in and out of focus at a dizzying pace. He could barely see her anymore. The soft fingers in his hair remained though, so Eddie knew that she was still there.

“You’re sick, baby. I’m taking you to get some help.” Help? What did that mean? They couldn’t…

“n-no hospital…” Eddie wheezed. “d-dad s-said-“

“Hush, darlin’. It’s okay. sssh.” Mrs. Vanderbilt soothed. “I’m sorry, but I don’t see any other way you’re gonna get better.”

“p-please, n-no…” Eddie pleaded, straining against the pressure inside his chest.  “I’ll… I’ll get-“ He whined in pain as he tried to take in enough air to finish his sentence.

-“Sssh… No, sweetheart. You won’t.” The woman’s kind hands wiped away at the defeated tears that had started to run down Eddie’s cheeks. “I’m not gonna leave you like this. I’m sorry, kid. But we’re goin’ no matter what you or your daddy say.”

1987

“Help! Help!” Hopper burst through the hospital doors with Eddie in his arms. “He can’t breathe! Help him, dammit! Don’t just stand there!”

Eddie was frantically trying to suck in wheezing breaths. His blue lips were opening and closing like he was a fish on dry land. His fingers were desperately grasping at Hopper's shirt and his eyes were squeezed shut.

The nurses quickly snapped into action at the sight of Hopper. One of them approached them with a stretcher. “Here, you can put him down.”

Hopper carefully lowered Eddie onto the stretcher. Eddie blindly tightened his hold on Hoppers shirt as he felt himself being let go. “Hey, hey. I’m still here, kiddo. It’s okay. I’m right here.” Hopper promised as he gently took Eddie’s hands in his. “You’re gonna be just fine.” He assured the sick metalhead as he gave his hands a firm squeeze. A nurse rushed over and put an oxygen mask over Eddies nose and mouth. Eddie flinched away at the foreign feel, but as the oxygen mask started to work he slumped back onto the stretcher. Tired brown eyes opened blearily to make eye contact with Hopper. The oxygen mask fogged up as Eddie mumbled something into it. Hopper leaned closer to him with a frown. “Huh? What was that?” Eddie’s eyes pinched in frustration and he brought an unsteady hand up to lift the mask. Hopper almost stopped him, but the urgency he saw on Eddie’s face made him wait. Eddie tried to take a deep breath and lifted the mask. “d-don’t tell w-wayne, p-please…” Nurses were approaching them again and Hopper knew they’d take Eddie away any minute.

“Why the hell not kid?” He asked urgently.

“I p-promised h-him…”

“Eddie, he should know where you are. Didn’t you say he’ll be back in Hawkins tomorrow anyway? It’s not fair to leave him in the dark.” Hopper tried to reason.

Eddie just weakly shook his head with a whispered “Please.” Three nurses surrounded the stretcher and they started to roll Eddie towards a pair of white doors. Hopper followed behind, his hands still linked with Eddie’s. once they reached the doors, one of the nurses turned to Hopper. “I’m afraid you’ll have to wait here for a while, Chief.” She said not unkindly. “He’s in good hands.” She promised. Hopper nodded, looking down at the sick kid in his charge. “You’re gonna be okay now, kid. Don’t focus on anything except getting better. I’ll take care of the rest.” Eddie’s large eyes were locked onto his. Taking in everything he said. Hopper thought for a second.

“Eddie, you know your uncle loves you no matter what, right?” With Eddie’s face covered by the oxygen mask, it was difficult to see his expression, but Hopper could see the kid’s body start to tremble even more. “Wayne is not going to love you any less for getting sick, Eddie. None of this was your fault and he knows that.” Eddie’s eyes were welling up with tears and Hopper reassuringly squeezed his hand to emphasize his point. “He deserves to know where you are, kid. He loves you.” Eddie breath hitched painfully and his tears spilled over.

“o-okay.” Came the muffled reply. Hopper gratefully patted his shoulder. “Thank you, kiddo. The nurses are gonna run some tests with you now, but I’ll be with you as soon as they’ll let me.”

Eddie nodded and reluctantly let go of Hopper’s hands.

As the white doors closed behind Eddie and the nurses, Hopper was left in an empty waiting room with a million questions. He was handed a form with even more questions and he sat down to fill it in. His mind was reeling from the events of that day. How could things have gone so wrong, so fast?

Thankfully, Hopper knew that Wayne was originally from around De Soto, Missouri. And after scouring the yellow pages for families by the name ‘Munson’ he quickly found a phone number. While the phone rang, Hopper prayed he’d found the right number. An elderly male voice picked up.

“Munson residence.”

“Uh, hi. Is uh… Wayne there?”

“Who is this?” The voice on the other end asked suspiciously.

“Chief Hopper, Hawkins police. Is Wayne there?” Hopper insisted.

“What did that boy do this time?” The voice on the other end sighed.

“I’m sorry, who am I speaking to?” Now it was Hopper’s turn to be suspicious.

“Eric Munson, I’m Wayne’s father. And I’ll tell ya what, if that boy can’t even have the decency to not get himself arrested while Wayne’s enjoyin’ a rare break from his antics, then he deserves to spend a night or two in jail.”

Hopper was trying really hard not to snap while he hadn’t had the chance to talk to Wayne yet. He forced himself to take a deep breath. “I’m not calling because Eddie is under arrest.”

“Uhhuh, so what happened then?” Came the sceptic reply.

“I would like to discuss that with Wayne, if I may.” Hopper ground out as calmly as he could.

“I’m Edward’s family too, yaknow. Anythin’ ya wanna tell Wayne, you can tell me as well.”

“No, actually, I can’t. Wayne is Eddies legal guardian, so he’s the only one entitled to his information. Now could you please get Wayne for me?” Hopper growled.

There were a few beats of silence on the other end. Then a deep sigh. ‘Wayne! Some chief of police on the phone for you!’ Hopper could hear on the other end. ‘Didn’t I tell ya that boy couldn’t stay out of trouble long enough for us to have one damn moment of peace?’ Hopper couldn’t hear any reply that may have been given before the phone rattled and Hopper could hear a familiar voice.

“Hello?”

“Wayne?” Relief flooded through Hopper’s system.

“Jim? Is it Eddie? What happened?” Wayne’s voice took on an edge of panic. Hopper hated these types of conversations. He swallowed heavily.

“… Yeah. Sorry Wayne. I’m at the hospital. Kid’s really sick.” Hopper could hear rustling on the other end. He imagined Wayne was already putting on his jacket as they were having this conversation.

“Shit… Okay. Alright. I’ll be there as soon as I can…” Hopper could hear more rustling sounds and a muffled curse. “How bad is it?” The question was asked softly, like Wayne was afraid to ask. Hopper debated on how much he should tell Wayne over the phone.

“It’s… Bad. He collapsed earlier today and when I was with him he could barely breathe. Very high fever too.” He purposely left out the part where Eddie had actually stopped breathing. That was a conversation they should have face to face.

“Dammit. He said he was okay.” Wayne cursed quietly, almost to himself. Hopper nodded, despite Wayne not being able to see him.

“It really looks like he didn’t even notice how bad it was himself.” He reasoned.

“Yeah, boy does that.” Wayne sighed heavily. “Listen. I’ll leave as soon as I can. The drive is about five hours… could you…?”

“Of course, Wayne. I’ll stay with him.”

“Thank you, Jim. So much.”

“Anytime Wayne. Drive safe. Kid needs you here in one piece, alright?”

“Yeah… yeah, I will.” And with that, Wayne hung up.

To be continued.

Next chapter

#eddie munson #eddie munson whump #Eddie munson sickfic #sick eddie munson #hurt eddie munson #wayne munson #eddie munson's father #jim hopper #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction

[nrrrdgrrrl2002]

Reworked this old thing a bit for five nights at Leo’s

Donnie was at his fathers pizzeria with his friends and brothers celebrating their 6th birthday. He was just sitting at a table watching his friends and family.

Raph was in a pirate costume chasing Mikey, Leo was right by his fathers side, as per usual, and april was staring at the golden bear ballerina animatronic. But where was something…

“Bah!”

“Ah!”. Casey had snuck up behind him, wearing that stupid hockey mask he painted. “Got you, don!” He said, cackling. “Real mature, moron” Donnie replied, annoyed at his “Friend”.

“You’re just mad you got scared! Anyway, I need to give you your birthday gift, right?” Oh, yeah. Both april and Casey gave each of them gifts for their birthday.

“Sure. Where is it?” Donnie asked. “It’s.. uh.. oops. I think I left it in the car” Casey said, clearly feeling bad.

“Whatever. You can just give it to me when we leave.” Donnie told him. “But it won’t be your birthday by the the time we leave! Don’t worry, I’ll just go get it” Casey stated before beginning to run off.

“Wait. You can’t go by yourself” Donnie yelled. “Well, you can’t go with me. It’ll ruin the surprise! Don’t worry, it’ll be quick” Casey responded.“Casey, no, that’s too dangerous, just wait till later.” Donnie told the dummy.

“Relax, Donnie! I have a hockey stick! Ain’t no one gonna mess with Casey Jones!” Casey said as he ran off.

Donnie facepalmed himself, Casey had to be the dumbest kid he knew. Well, he couldn’t go after him. His dad would kill him.

Guess he should just wait and chastise Casey for this when he gets back…

Meanwhile, his dad asked Leo to go play with his brothers while he takes care of something. Donnie decided to wait for Casey.

Casey’s been gone a real long time. Donnie thought, looking at the time. Its been so long! What was taking him so long? Did something- his thoughts were cut off when his father told them it’s time to go home.

Seemed kinda early. “Where’s Casey, dad?” Donnie asked. ”He wasn’t feeling well, so your uncle zayton took him home, now come along, donnatello!” His father ordered

That didn’t seem right to Donnie, but who was he to question his dad. He was about to leave, when he felt something behind him.

“Ah!” He said when he turned around.

It was just the puppet security animatronic. Donnie forgot it existed, he hadn’t seen it all day…..

It was trying to give him something.

A present?

That’s strange, it wasn’t supposed to give kids stuff…. was it?

Donnie looked up at the animatronics face, noticing it wasn’t wearing its usual clown mask. It was wearing.. 

it couldn’t be, could it?

It..

was Casey’s mask that he was wearing earlier.

That couldn’t be, could it?

Did Casey manage to sneak it on the puppet when he wasn’t looking? That couldn’t be, Casey liked that mask too much to put it on some animatronic.

So then why…

“Let’s go Donnie” april snapped him outta his thoughts.

“Oh, right” he responded turning away from the puppet. April waved to the animatronic, saying

“Bye, Casey!”

Wait…..

No, April’s imagination must be acting up again….

Donnie looked back one last time, to see the puppet waving back, red streams of tears on his face that Donnie swears weren’t there before….

-

It had been a few weeks

And Donnie hadn’t seen Casey.

None of them had…..

Donnie had heard yelling from across the hall, and decided to listen in. It was uncle zayton, yelling at his father, crying.

Donnie had never heard his uncle yell.

It was….. scary…..

“Where is he?! Where is my son?! You had him under your watch and now he’s gone!” His voice was breaking.

“Zayton, you must calm down! He is a rebellious boy. I’m sure the authorities will find-“

“NO! Yoshi! I’m not letting you…… Not this time! My boy is gone! You were supposed to….” Uncle zayton stormed off, not being able to finish.

Donnie expected his father to look guilt stricken but.. he just looked…..

Donnie remembered his father telling him uncle fug picked Casey up….

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 donatello #tmnt 2012 casey jones #fnaf #fnal au