#give CC your kidney

[the-young-writer-101]

Student Center Mall

Nicole rushed through the doors and bumped into a whole ass School of visiting high schoolers going opposite her. Slightly muttering, ‘Cuse me,’ she swam up their brainless stream, slingshot herself down the stairs with the railing, and finally got down the shortest two flights of stairs in the fucking world. Nicole fell in and out of each end of the tour group and blasted into the real Student Center. That’s when it got stupider.

The nauseating whiff of coffee and poop was shortly quashed by the unrelenting fundraisers. Bake sales, Pretzel sales, Gum sales, shoe sales - freaking blood sales - and if you don’t give them your money, not only are you the bad guy, but now you made an unknown nemesis – an asshole who will give you nasty looks all four years of college and not even know your name. Luckily, her thick, over-the-ear headphones gave her solace from all that was unholy, from the end of conversations to the beginning of panic attacks – from that noise. That dreadful noise haunted her nights and plagued her days. “Please help save the puppies? It’s only a dollar. We take Venmo, Paypal, Kidneys – your firstborn.” A real-life ad-blocker has never been more wanted. Nicole staggered through two more clusters of students and then saw her last obstacle. The only thing that could ruin an already bad day. The boss of a job that doesn’t even pay – her club president, Caitlyn.

“NICOLE!” She saw Caitlyn dance-speak with a freshman’s enthusiasm and a junior’s confidence. Nicole could have pretended not to have seen her – the headphones would’ve provided an easy excuse; however, Caitlyn’s original course had changed, and the B-line was too direct. Nicole sighed and knew the drill. Off came the headphones, and out came her professional, girlier voice. “OMG. Hey gurl. Howdy.” Nicole will strangle herself later.

“OMG Nicole, literally end me. I hate this school. I’ve literally been running around all day bouncing from office to office, and just when I freakin find the Dean of Students office, she’s like not even there. Literally, it’s been a whole hour. I’m just trying to get a sick note approved!”

Nicole’s speech did an audible eye roll, “Wild.”

“Isn’t it! Uh. I hope my mom can get this all sorted out. My finsta’ understand me. Ya know? Just end me.” Caty hit the whoa’, and Nicole covered a visible gag. “Anywhoose, I wanted to ask if you’ve finished the poster yet?”

The poster! Nicole totally forgot about that poster. “Yeah, the poster. It just needs a bit more polish. It’s gotta be perfect?!”

“Oh, Rad. Well, just let me get it as soon as you can. I want to get the poster up as soon as possible. Hey, did you hear about the new policy? Apparently, we have to CC all of our club emails to a bot that monitors them for suicide-y statements. The school is trying to crack down on hate speech. Like it’s not pog...”

Nicole had zoned out. She only interjected with a ‘crazy’ or ‘yikes’ every time Caty took a breath. If Caitlyn would even take a breath. To her, no one else mattered. The world revolved around her and only her. No matter where she stood, she kidnapped the air from other people’s mouths and didn’t care if they liked it. She forced Nicole to endure her presence even as Nicole just wanted to get to her destination. She looked around at all the people succeeding where she could not and wondered where their strength lay. Was it confidence? Extroversion? A bribe? No, this was something else. People avoided each other like this wasn’t an unrequited pit stop. They breezed through the student center like a stubborn leaf would fight with the pull of the wind toward the earth. Just then, Nicole watched as the Dean of Students exited her office and headed toward the bathroom. The determination, the rudeness, like a focused skater on the ice, the Dean ignored the crowd calling for her attention - she was getting to her destination. Nicole hated it, but she knew what she had to do.

“Hey, Caty, isn’t that the Dean?”

Caty’s eight-track mind flew off the channel and shifted to a different track. Her hand ended their conversation, but her mouth uttered, “Excuse me, Dean Williams. Like, a moment of your time.”

Freedom. Nicole reveled in it and understood its cost. She was an unknown nemesis to someone else. She was an asshole. Not even saying goodbye to her club president, Nicole reinserted her headphones and breezed through the rest of the student center mall with no problems. Finally, Nicole was a full-fledged student.

#student life #humor #writing

[universetopieces]

hi!!! im your cc secret santa :) im so excited to start making your gift! i wanted to ask who are some of your favorite characters and favorite songs/music artists? hope you’re having a good day! 💓

hey, santa! i’m excited, too! i hope december has been treating you well so far 🫶🏼

overall, i’m more tv than film person, and majority of my favourite characters are from tv shows: blair waldorf (gossip girl), diane lockhart (the good wife; i’m ashamed to admit i still haven’t seen the good fight), elizabeth jennings (the americans), rosa diaz (b99), rebecca welton and roy kent (ted lasso). i loved (as a pair and separately) marisa coulter and lord asriel from his dark materials ever since i was 11 years old. lastly, not to bee too dramatic but i would give away my kidney for succession’s roy siblings.

when it comes to music, i listen to a lot of taylor swift, florence + the machine, the national, fleetwood mac, hozier, beyoncé, recently discovered tamino. his dark materials final season started airing this week, so ever since tuesday marisa x asriel have induced the biggest brainrot imaginable, so i haven’t been able to listen to anything but ts 🤡

but honestly, my character/ music choices should not limit you. do whatever inspires YOU! for my gift, i’d first and foremost like it to be something we both enjoy 😉 

#ccss2022

[tittawork]

Tempest keep

Mutated fleshlings that accompany the blood elves or that already ate some of them. Don't be tricked by the ledge unless you've done this before : if your healer can't reach you when sacrificed, you're as good as dead. Fire resistance is needed although a stamina overkill might help you outlive the hellfire chanelled at his feet:1600-1800 fire damage. He sacrifices people in his LoS (remember DM) on his starting platform and resets aggro by doing so. Tank here, tank there, tank like Firemaw etc. Thorngrin the Tender ( ) has been long disputed. Pull them when they're rid of the buff (you'll notice them big and red) - kidney shots and poisons aren't nice. EVERYONE should move out of his LoS and kill the 3 vines which before he heals for too much. Careful with overaggroing.Īt ~30s, he turns into a tree and casts tranquility. He plants seeds of 3 colours that freeze, root or melee the closest target. He has a lot of abilities which make him difficult. It's complicated to explain but : you need to tank him at the start of the bridge that leads to his corner. High Botanist Freywinn ( ) is a special fight. Botanists are healers most of them, Chemists dropping a cloud of poison and having some flame breath and the vines should be dealt with quickly. Researchers do shocks : mind shock, frost shock, flame shock, virulent poisons and poison shield. Pull slowly but surely up to the second boss. She debuffs to increase arcane damage taken by 1200 and will, obviously, do an arcane blast. Pull carefully before Sarannis - three at a time.Ĭommander Sarannis ( ) does a blast wave at 60% and yells 'You are no longer dealing with an underling', summoning about 3 humanoids to her aid, menders (elite) and two normal. Stewards or else you'll have arcane missile whirlwind that hits random targets for 1000+ arcane damage, Menders - if mind controlled or if used spellsteal on, these give a 300 spell damage increase buff. The pulls are easy if you know what to kill first. It takes more at first till you learn every encounter. Two hours is the least a moderate party is going to spend in here so think well about setup. With a lot of humanoids, you need a lot of CC and GOOD dps and dps boosts maybe. When you release spirit you have to fly back. Comment by 3316The Botanica, the blood elf experiment gone horribly wrong! Home of mutated plants, it's on the left hand side facing Tempest Keep, only accessible by flying mount and no, you can't get summons outside.

#Tempest keep

[taebond-blog]

What happens when you start a juice cleanse, you are feeding your body a vast amount of nutrient-rich fruits and vegetables. Your body (liver and kidney especially) will fire up to remove toxins, and also start to build newer, healthier tissue when juicing you will have * Increased energy. * Increased focus and mental clarity. * Weight loss and weight optimization. * Improved eating habits. * Greater productivity. * Healthier aging. * Reduced food cravings. * Improved elimination and detoxification. When you're juicing daily, it will give your body a blast of vitamins, proteins, omega-3, and omega -6 fatty acids, micronutrients, and so much more. Your body needs all these things, to thrive, heal, and detox. So let’s get juicing#cleanse#juicing#juicingforhealth#juicingforlife#juicingforweightloss#juicingbenefits#juicingresults#juicingresults#juicingdetox#juicecleansechallenge https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc-7u-6p4rW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#cleanse #juicing #juicingforhealth #juicingforlife #juicingforweightloss #juicingbenefits #juicingresults #juicingdetox #juicecleansechallenge

[kailasakashi]

*Ndm! to pls read this post. u can write here directly to Bhagavan for any blessings u need🙏* One can write their msgs to Swamiji here on msngr https://www.facebook.com/srinithyananda.swami https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=2235565906598396&id=100004350245113&sfnsn=wiwspmo PARAMASHIVA'S BLESSINGS ! * MY KULADEVATA MAHAMAYI, MAHA MARIAMMAN, AFTER THE SUCCESSFUL COMPLETION OF THE PACHAI PATNI VRATHAM, BLESSED ME POWERFULLY WITH KAYAKALPA BODY. * FROM THE DAY PACHAI PATNI VRATHAM COMPLETED, BODY IS IN DEEP POWERFUL SAMADHI CONTINUOUSLY. * THIS IS THE 1ST TIME EVER I HAVE NOT EVEN RESPONDED TO ANY KAILASH ADMINISTRATION RELATED QUESTIONS BECAUSE OF CONTINUOUS SAMADHI. * 1ST TIME IN MY 25 YEARS OF PUBLIC LIFE, 1ST TIME FOR SO MANY DAYS I DID NOT EVEN PUT ONE SIGNATURE FROM 13TH APRIL 2022 IN ANY DOCUMENT. * ONLY FOR MY PERSONAL NITHYA SHIVA PUJA, IAM COMING OUT OF SAMADHI & AFTER PUJA IAM FALLING BACK TO SAMADHI. * FROM 13TH APRIL 2022, IVE NOT EVEN MOVED FROM MY SWING BECAUSE THERE IS NO FOOD OR DRINK INTAKE OR NO MALA, JALA. * IAM HALE & HEALTHY, NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT MY HEALTH. * ALL DEVOTEES NEED NOT WORRY ABOUT MY HEALTH. * 27 SPECIALIST DOCTORS ARE MONITORING MY BODY ROUND THE CLOCK. * THEY WERE ALL PLEASANTLY SURPRISED THAT ALL MY INTERNAL ORGANS - LUNGS, LIVER, HEART, INTESTINE, KIDNEY ARE FUNCTIONING LIKE AN 18 YEAR OLD HEALTHY YOUNG BOY. * MAHAMAYI MAHAMARI BLESSED ME WITH NOT ONLY ANTI-AGING BUT REVERSING THE AGING PROCESS (KAYAKALPA). * ARUNAGIRI YOGEESHWARA WHO IS 3 TIMES LARGER THAN ME, IS SITTING IN ME, SETTLING IN MY BODY. * ALL DEVOTEES WHO WANT TO CONNECT WITH ME, RECEIVE THE BENEFIT OF THIS KAYAKALPA SAMADHI, GO TO THIRUVANNAMALAI MAIN TEMPLE AND LIGHT LAMP IN ARUNAGIRI YOGEESHWARA JEEVA SAMADHI, HE WILL GIVE DIRECT DARSHAN & BLESS YOU ALL. * ANY DEVOTEE WHO NEED BIRTHDAY, ANNIVERSARY OR ANY OTHER BLESSINGS FOR THEIR LIFE, SEND A MESSAGE IN MY MESSENGER, I WILL GIVE DARSHAN IN YOUR DREAM AND BLESS YOU ALL. * TILL END OF MAY' 22, DO NOT EXPECT ME FOR LIVE SATSANGH OR ANY LIVE PUBLIC PROGRAM. * FROM JUNE 1ST 2022, PARAMASHIVOHAM PROGRAM WILL SURELY HAPPEN. * I SINCERELY THANK MESSAGES FROM ALL DEVOTEES, WELL WISHERS TO GET WELL, BUT https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc-Z0s_q7ns/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[simduction]

My cat needs help!

his name is shu-shu and he suffers from cystitis, crystals and sand form in his bladder.

he is currently interned in a vet clinic He needs some blood tests and a urine extraction, his kidneys are in danger if the urine stays there any longer.

In addition he needs special food, we already are giving him special food but it is not enough since the crystals were formed again, now he need more expensive food!

I hope someone can help me cover his medical expenses. Currently my economic condition is bad since I have been unemployed for a month due to the pandemic.

I have already spent up to my last weight in the treatment but I still have a debt of $3600 pesos ($158.70 USD) and I still have to buy their special food which costs $30 USD per package.

I'm desperate and he's a very loved cat, that's why i'm asking for your help!

if you can donate anything even a dollar helps.

Here is my: PAYPAL

Here is my: Patreon

I can also make an edit of your sims if you donate (just send me a DM)

And also if you donate you have TOU free permission to edit my CC the way you want you dont even have to mention my @ (also DM me first)

Please please please save this beautiful creature!!

#non sims #If you can donate then you can share it I'll be so grateful

[cuntess-carmilla]

Common traits of Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome

I’m not a doctor, so there may be some details off here though tbh chronically ill people usually know more than most doctors. I'm making this post because there’s very little awareness about this, and people who fit the diagnosis criteria end up never being diagnosed and suffering in silence, even risking early deaths, as I now suspect happened to my grandma.

Definition:

Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (EDS) is a group of disorders that affect connective tissue. It’s a genetic disorder that has no cure, but does have palliative treatments depending on the type of EDS.

All types of EDS are characterized by abnormal collagen synthesis. This doesn’t mean that you have too little collagen (necessarily?), but that the collagen your body synthesizes is and will always be altered or of bad quality, regardless of how much of it you synthesize.

EDS is regarded as “rare” by most doctors, but many patients believe it’s more common than they think, only being so “rare” on paper because doctors perceive it as rare, so they don’t diagnose patients despite fitting the criteria (search why EDS communities use the zebra as a symbol). Due to this, EDS communities encourage self-diagnosis, and many times even self-treatment.

Abnormal collagen sounds like it’s “only” one thing, but collagen is a key structural protein ALL over the body, so if your collagen is wrong, a lot of things are wrong or at the very least unusual. As a result, EDS affects the skin, ligaments, joints, blood vessels and other organs (including gastrointestinal organs and the uterus).

Common traits and symptoms:

Please, keep in mind that these symptoms don’t have to be super extreme to count. EDS symptoms range from mild to severe. Most of my symptoms aren’t remarkably visible to the eye, but they’re still bad enough that I suffer tremendously and it affects every single aspect of my life.

Take into account that many of the following traits/symptoms aren’t exclusive to EDS, but if you have more than one or two...

Joint hypermobility: Being "double jointed". The joints are so lax, that they luxate or even dislocate for as much as staying still in the same position too long. It can affect some joints, or all joints, small joints or big joints. It obviously comes associated with joint pain, including chronic joint pain. Can also manifest as scoliosis.

Skin elasticity: You can pull your skin (by pinching it) and it stretches more than the skin of most people. This can, in some cases, make EDS patients prone to skin sagging.

Abnormal scarring: The skin of people with EDS is fragile and elastic, and takes longer to heal. Abnormal scarring includes “cigarette paper” scarring, keloids, slow scarring and healing, higher propensity to stretch marks, post-inflammatory hyper-pigmentation.

Bruising too easily: The blood vessels of people with EDS are fragile to one degree or another. This makes us prone to bruising easily or dramatically, to the point some present spontaneous bruising. Spontaneous bruising might point to vascular EDS, in which case please seek medical help because it’s the most dangerous form of EDS. There’s cases recorded of parents who’ve been falsely accused of beating their children because of the child’s easy or spontaneous bruising.

Digestive and/or nutritional issues: GUESS what intestines and other digestive organs are made of. Yes, collagen. People with EDS are prone to having delicate digestive systems (IBS, nausea, constipation, diarreah and food allergies included), and/or difficulty absorbing the nutrients from our diet. This trait can be bad enough that the patient needs to be fed through a tube or have nutrients injected into their bloodstream, but most of us do fine with regular nutritional supplements (I recommend multivitamins and minerals). Among other things, the nutrient absorption issue makes us prone to excessive hydration due to imbalance of water-salt intake or absorption, and that’s a REALLY bad thing. It made my hair fall off MASSIVELY for years, and intensified my pain, brain fog and fatigue.

Chronic fatigue: Between the physical pain and bad nutrient absorption, most if not all of us experience chronic fatigue (as a symptom, not the disorder). This isn’t just being tired, it’s being exhausted to your bones for no reason all the time, even if you’ve done absolutely nothing in weeks. Might be pervasive, might be recurrent.

Muscle pain: When you have EDS Everything Hurts™. This can be exacerbated in EDS patients by imbalance of water-salt intake (generally leaning towards excessive hydration, but can be dehydration too).

Chronic pain: Everything Hurts™... All the time. It’s a general pain expanded throughout your body that just won’t go the fuck away no matter what you do. Except that this can be exacerbated by imbalance of water-salt intake too! Fixing mine made my chronic and muscle pain so much more bearable to the point that on a good day it’s GONE (just remember, your pee should NEVER be even close to clear, it should just not be solidly opaque, and you could damage your kidneys too by drinking too much water).

Brain fog: Linked to chronic fatigue and pain (ALSO POSSIBLY THE WATER-SALT INTAKE). Like chronic pain and fatigue, it’s not necessarily present every single day, but be recurrent instead. You can’t think. You can’t read or process what you read. You can’t turn thoughts into words. Your grammar goes to shit. You can’t retain or process new information. You can’t remember words that you KNOW you know. You can’t remember things in general. Someone asks you a simple question and it’s like they’re speaking to you in another language. You start to feel increasingly frustrated and desperate because you’re constantly disoriented and your mind is lagging like an old computer running on a 256 MB RAM memory. ERROR 404 BRAIN NOT FOUND TRY AGAIN LATER. Well, turns out you are not dumb, your body is not cooperating with you, and that includes your brain.

Asthma: Highly comorbid. Just... Everything is made of collagen, pal. EVERYTHING.

Autism: Don’t ask me why, but EDS and autism are highly comorbid too, so if you’re in the autism spectrum (same hat) and experience any or many of the other symptoms/traits listed, it’s very likely that you also have EDS.

Depression: It’s really hard to be "positive”, have any motivation or enjoy anything, when NOTHING in your body works right, Everything Hurts™ and you’re so depressingly exhausted that all you CAN do is lay in bed all day. People and doctors telling you you’re “faking it”, people thinking you’re lazy, underestimating how much pain and fatigue you’re going through, having to pull through all of that anyway because you have no other option (ie. your job is your or your family’s only source of income) does not help AT ALL with this.

Tight/narrow “inner plumbing”: In my case, my throat is so narrow, that swallowing one (1) small pill is genuinely difficult, and big pills make me GAG. But its not just your throat, it’s ALL your plumbing being too tight or narrow.

Varicose veins: The whole blood vessels being fragile thing. Most common in vascular EDS, please seek help if you think you may have that specific type.

Thin “transparent” soft skin: Again... FUCKING COLLAGEN. I think it’s obvious what this one means? Except it’s likely that it’s harder to notice the “transparent” part of it on darker skinned patients, but if you’re pale or light skinned, you’d be one of those people whose veins are very easy to see.

“Moldable” nails: Yet again, collagen is everywhere. Some of my nails (index and middle fingers) are slightly deformed because I tend to clench my hands A LOT by instinct and the continued pressure changed their shape.

Aracnodactilia, or “spidery” hands/fingers: The fingers are very skinny and long in proportion to the rest of the hand, can apply to feet too. Having very narrow feet (ie. your shoes are always to wide for you) is part of this.

Gynecological issues or abnormalities: Excessive bleeding during your period, bleeding outside your period, infertility, spontaneous abortions, pre-term labor, high risk pregnancies. Very common with vascular EDS too.

Dry eyes: I didn’t know about this one until like, literally two days ago but apparently it’s a thing, since the test this Chilean EDS specialist we’re hoping to see gives you, includes it as a potential symptom.

“Elongated” body, face (and its features) and/or limbs: Actually the aracnodactilia is often part of this. I also have no idea why but many EDS patients have “elongated”, narrower features, be it subtle or very visible.

Chronic fatigue and brain fog are really hard to describe properly to people who don’t go through them. Hell, even to people who DO go through them. So here’s two videos by Jessica Kellgren-Fozard (just in case, she was misdiagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, but discovered recently that she has EDS, besides her neurological condition). All her videos have CC.

#ehlers danlos syndrome #eds #ehlers danlos #chronically ill #disability #chronic illness

[bpod-bpod]

Convoluted Cleaning

Your kidneys are master cleaners. They filter your blood, clearing out waste products and absorbing vital nutrients and water. Needless to say, this is a complex task that involves an intricate system of tubes and ducts, including structures called the proximal convoluted tubules (PCTs). Researchers now investigate the architecture of PCTs, focusing on a protein called CAMSAP3. CAMSAP3 regulates the formation of a network of proteins called microtubules, which give cells their shape. CAMSAP3 was already known to regulate the structure of epithelial cells lining the intestines. Here researchers show that it also regulates the structure of PCTs. In mice with a mutated Camsap3 gene, scanning electron microscopy of their kidneys revealed that the PCTs were severely dilated (right) compared to normal mice PCTs (left). Mutant PCTs also had cysts and flattened epithelial cells with disorganised microtubules. CAMSAP3 is therefore vital in forming the elaborate structure of the PCT.

Written by Lux Fatimathas

Image adapted from work by Yuto Mitsuhata and colleagues

Laboratory of Cytoskeletal Logistics, Department of Life Science and Medical Bioscience, Graduate School of Advanced Science and Engineering, Waseda University,Shinjuku-ku, Tokyo, Japan

Image originally published with a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International (CC BY 4.0)

Published in Scientific Reports, March 2021

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#science #biomedicine #kidneys #nephrology #microtubules #scanning electron microscopy #epithelial cells #genetics #gene mutation

[jj-lynn21]

Roman & Princess: You and Me and...

Notes: Spreading a little positive about Dialysis in this one. I was on dialysis 10 years before my current kidney transplant that has been working fine 23 years. I am lucky.  But I also want to share that Dialysis is not a death sentence like Hollywood movies and tv shows make it out to be, That annoys me so bad. I was patient coordinating while I was on dialysis 3 day a week for four to six hours.  The biggest issue I had was my blood pressure would drop real low. I still went out dancing after sometimes. A strict one cup a day/ 1000 ccs fluid restriction had to be followed and low potassium and low protein diet. So basically I ate pasta( LOL) I didn’t diabetes so I think that made it easier for me. I went through high school and two semesters of college while still on dialysis. I don’t think I could have held a full time job since it did make me get tired easier than most but everyone is different. I also told people if you follow your kidney diet you shouldn’t have a problem.  And way there is a dash about dialysis in this one so I wanted readers to know I was coming from a place of knowledge. No real warnings. Just lots of blood but you just expect that from a Roman fanfic.

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The door slams shut as Roman tosses his brief across the table. Skin is paler than ever. He feels nauseated at the smallest sips from the blood bag in the refrigerator. As his stomach turns, he throws water on his face and that is when he hears the sounds of his girl lurching and dry heaving upstairs.  He rushes up.

Throwing the door open Roman sees the blood splatter on the toilet and floor as she is on her knees crying as she lurches again. “Oh, Hell, Princess.”

“Roman?” She looked up at him. Her eye lids heavy as she started to sway. “I don't feel so good.”

He grabbed her up right before she was passing out. Roman laid her gently on the bed.  “Call Dr. Pryce.” He screamed at his phone that he laid on the bedside table. He grabbed her some clean cloths as the phone rang.

“Hello Roman I was just about to call you about your test results.” His lack of really caring was evident in his voice.  

“I don’t fucking care about me right now,” Roman snapped. “My girl was puking blood when I came home. She passed out. I am bringing her to the white tower.”

“As you wish Roman,” Dr. Pryce’s voice had no reaction. “She is probably having a different reaction to the same enzyme I found in you. You both need dialysis treatments is my guess. See you when you get here.” He hung up abruptly before Roman could scream at him more.  

Roman finished dressing his Princess in under garments and a dark blue t-shirt dress. Then he swooped her, his phone and the car keys up to head to the white tower. He drove erratically. His eyes blurry, head heavy. He veered into the parking area hitting the wall before coming to a stop. He dented the front end of his new red Lexus SUV.  

Five men and women came out in white coats. Doctors Pryce and his assistance Dr. Galina followed them.  

“Roman you look like Hell,” Dr, Pryce commented nonchalantly. “Come with me. Dr. Galina will help your Princess.” He rolls his eyes thinking how ridiculous it is to give her a royal moniker.  

“I’m fucking living in Hell,” Roman picks up his girl. “I’ll bring her inside.”

“Nonsense,” Dr. Galina snapped. “Take the girl to my lab so I can run some tests. If she is the same as Roman, we will give her the same treatment promptly.”

“Don’t you dare hurt her or I will kill you all.” Roman threatened as the orderlies and nurses took her from his arms.

“Noted,” Dr. Galina said glibly. “You can come see her after your treatment.”  

Roman followed them until the area split where she was taken one way and he was taken another.  

“Sit please.” Dr. Pryce pointed his hand to a chair at the end of the room with a machine near it with tubing running through it. “I explained on the phone you have some foreign enzyme in your blood so we will be cleaning your blood. It may take more than one, four-hour treatment.”

Bright light pierces her eyes as they flutter open. Dr.  Galina leans over her with a clipboard in her hand. “Good you’re awake.” She checks the flow of the bag of blood hanging. “You gave Roman quite a scare. I didn’t realize he had such emotions. How do you feel?”

“A little better,” Roman’s girl said. “where? What happened?”

“You have that same enzyme in your system Roman does.” Dr,  Galina explained. “It prevented you from seeking nourishment like you should. I am cleaning your blood on this dialysis machine. And giving you blood. You may drink some when you think you can. But don’t worry, your baby will be fine. Would you like to sit up a little?”

“What?” Eyes wide as she looked at how she was attached to the machine.  

“Would you like to sit up?” Dr. Galina asked again. “You have about an hour left in this treatment. You can rest more if you like. A female upir in your condition needs her rest. And you need to drink more. Adding more beef or steak tartar might be a good idea also.”

She blinks a few times, “Are you serious? I’m pregnant?”

“Yes,” The Doctor answered her.

“Does Roman know?” His Princess pondered the reactions he might have from being angry to elated.  

“No,” Dr.  Galina set up the head of her bed. Moved the pill up. “would you like me to go do that dear?” This was not done out of kindness. She was curious of Roman’s reaction also.

“I’ll do it.” Her lips felt dry and she was getting a desire to rip into the Dr. She looked away from the vein pulsing in the Doctor’s neck. “Can I have a drink? Something fresh if you can.”

“I’ll do my best.” Dr. Galina  walked out. She told a lab tech, “Go watch over her. But I wouldn’t get to close if I were you.”  

The tech walked in the room. He smiled. “How are you doing, Princess.”

“I’m feeling better.” She smiled innocently as she heard the blood rushing through his body. “I could use the pillow behind me scooched up a little.”

The tech walked towards her slowly.  

“Is something wrong?” She tilted her head eyes big and bright. Face of an angel to the tech. “Fix my pillow please?”

“Everything is fine, I guess” He fluffed her pillow. “Anything else?”

“Yes.” She grinned before grabbing him down with one arm. Her mouth opens, teeth bite down on his shoulder to drink. He is paralyzed in fear.  

In minutes Dr. Galina  walks in with a glass full of nutrients. She audibly gasped. “What are you doing?”

Princess drops the lifeless body. “I thought you sent him in so I could have a fresh drink. You didn’t?” Her voice was calm and innocent as she licked at what got on her fingers.

Dr. Galina shakes her head, “I’ll clean you up before Roman comes to see you.’

She gets everything cleaned up. Princess stands still hooked to the dialysis machine. A chair with a blanket was put in the place of the bed. A clean white gown was put on her before she sat down. Other than being slightly tired, she felt much better than when she got there.  

Roman walked in as she was getting the 17-gauge needles pulled from the shunt the Doctor had put in her arm for the dialysis treatments. He pulled up a chair to rest beside her. ‘How are you feel, my Princess?”

“Much better.” She looked down biting her bottom lip nervously as Dr. Galina held pressure on the needle marks so they would stop bleeding.  

“The dialysis treatment wasn’t painful.” Roman lifted her chin up to look at him. “Just the needle sticks sting for a moment. So, tell me what’s wrong? Are you hungry? Is your stomach still upset?”

“I’m not sure how, I mean I know how but Roman...” She stammered not sure how to tell him the news.

Roman took her hand. “Just tell me what the problem is, and I will fix it, I promise.”

She took a deep breath, “Roman, I’m, we’re, pregnant.”  

The look on Roman’s face is a mix of worry and excitement. “Oh, fuck, serious? Of course, your serious. Hell, I am so happy. It is scary as Hell but I’m happy. I’m sorry, Princess. How do you feel about this?  

“The same,” Princess beamed.

Dr. Galina stays quiet as she put band aids on the needle marks. Princess threw her arms around Roman as soon as she could. “You are seriously happy about this?”

“Yeah, your tits are going be huge.” Roman grinned. “Not that they are not perfect now.” He puts his hand on her lower tummy. “when? How far along are you?”

“Three months,” The Doctor said. “She is ravenous. You must keep her nourished.”

“That won’t happen again, I promise.” She started crying. “I thought you sent him for me, I swear.”

“It’s okay baby.” Roman held her close. “What happened?”

“She killed Bill.” Dr.  Galina explained. “I shouldn’t have sent him in here. But I did warn the idiot.”  

“See baby.” Roman comforted his girl. “It wasn’t your fault at all. You had to drink something.” His hand patted her bag lightly. “Do you feel up to shopping? There is so much we need for our kid.”

“I would love to go shopping,” There is a new giddiness in her voice.

“It’s just you, me and baby makes three, Princess.” Roman and her both laughed.

Over the next few months, they go through there treatments side by side until there blood is cleansed completely. She goes through extra testing to check the baby’s progress. Roman cares for her and buys her things to let her know how sexy she still is to him as the baby grows. He brings her home a new gift basket every day. 

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Welcome to Music Monday when we bring you fabulous songs with jewelry, gemstones or precious metals in the title or lyrics. Today, pop star Selena Gomez drives home a message of self-empowerment and self-worth in her Latin-infused 2020 release, “Ring.”

In the song, the 28-year-old former Disney Channel actress turns up her nose at insincere suitors because she’s “one in a billion.” Diamond and jewelry references amplify her sentiments, and, at one point, she even compares herself to basketball legend Miichael Jordan — the G.O.A.T. (greatest of all time).

She sings, “I’m breakin’ hearts like a heart attack / Got him right where the carats at / Wrapped ’round my finger like a ring, ring, ring / They just like puppets on a string, string, string.”

Written by Gomez and five collaborators, “Ring” has been compared favorably to Camila Cabello’s “Havana,” Gotye’s “Somebody That I Used to Know” and Santana’s “Smooth.”

The song appeared as the fifth track on her chart-topping, third solo studio album, Rare. It was the third time in a row that a Gomez album reached #1 on the US Billboard 200 Albums chart.

Born in Grand Prairie, TX, in 1992, Gomez and her teenage mom struggled financially. The singer tells the story of walking with her mom to the local dollar store to buy spaghetti for dinner.

Gomez competed in pageants as a child, but her life would change dramatically when she was cast as a 7-year-old on the children’s TV series Barney & Friends. After she aged out of that series, she earned a cameo role in the film Spy Kids 3-D: Game Over. That opportunity opened the door to a starring role in 2007 on The Wizards of Waverly Place. At age 16, she signed a recording contract with Hollywood Records, the same label that signed Miley Cyrus and Demi Lovato.

Today, the singer’s net worth is said to be at least $75 million. She was named to the “Forbes 30 Under 30” list at the age of 23.

In 2017, Gomez underwent a kidney transplant due to lupus complications and now she speaks publicly about her treatment and recovery.

“I’ve gone through a lot of medical issues,” Gomez told Interview magazine, “and I know that I can reach people who are going through similarly scary things — an organ transplant, or being on dialysis, or going away for treatment.”

Trivia: Gomez loves everything about pickles. She revealed on a UK talk show that she’s obsessed with them. “That is my thing and I drink the juice from the jar too,” she said. “They sell them at gas stations and movie theaters in Texas. I go to the movies and have popcorn and pickles.”

Please check out the audio track of Gomez performing “Ring.” The lyrics are below if you’d like to sing along…

“Ring” Written by Selena Gomez, Sean Douglas, Julie Frost, Breyan Isaac, David Ciente and Nolan Lambroza. Performed by Selena Gomez.

You all in your feelings, baby, all into me I’m one in a billion, baby, don’t you agree?

Obviously, you know, I’m aware of that I’m breakin’ hearts like a heart attack Got him right where the carats at

Wrapped ’round my finger like a ring, ring, ring They just like puppets on a string, string, string I put it down, they call me up They doin’ way too much So I’ll just let it ring, ring, ring (Oh-oh)

Yeah, I received your message, all twenty-three (Twenty-three) You know I’m Jordan with it, G-O-A-T (G-O-A-T)

Obviously, you know, I’m aware of that I’m breakin’ hearts like a heart attack I got him right where the carats at (Yeah)

Wrapped ’round my finger like a ring, ring, ring They just like puppets on a string, string, string I put it down, they call me up They doin’ way too much So I’ll just let it ring, ring, ring Wrapped ’round my finger like a ring, ring, ring They wanna give me everything, thing, thing I put it down, they call me up Oh, no, no, no, no, no So I’ll just let it ring, ring, ring

Circlin’ me, they just like satellites (Ooh) Circlin’ me all day and every night (Ooh, yeah) Circlin’ me, I’m sure you sympathize (Ooh) A-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Ooh) Oh, na-na

Wrapped ’round my finger like a ring, ring, ring They just like puppets on a string, string, string I put it down, they call me up They doin’ way too much So I’ll just let it ring, ring, ring Wrapped ’round my finger like a ring, ring, ring They wanna give me everything, thing, thing I put it down, they call me up Oh, no, no, no, no, no So I’ll just let it ring, ring, ring

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Boing Boing Charitable Giving Guide 2019

Here's a guide to the charities the Boingers support in our own annual giving. Please add the causes and charities you give to in the forums!

Friends of the Merril Collection I'm on the board of the charity that fundraises for Toronto's Merril Collection, a part of the Toronto Public Library system that is also the world's largest public collection of science fiction, fantasy and related works (they archive my papers). Since its founding by Judith Merril, the Merril Collection has been a hub for creators, fans, and scholars. I wouldn't be a writer today if not for the guidance of its Writer in Residence when I was a kid. —CD

The Tor Project The Tor anonymity and privacy tools are vital to resistance struggles around the world, a cooperative network that provides a high degree of security from scrutiny for people who have reasons to fear the powers that be. From our early hominid ancestors until about ten years ago, humans didn't leave behind an exhaust-trail of personally identifying information as they navigated the world -- Tor restores that balance. —CD

Planned Parenthood Because we deserve health care, including reproductive, gender, and sexual health care. Because access to birth control and safe abortion is a human right. Because Trump's regime wants to destroy all of this. —XJ

Software Freedom Conservancy Software Freedom Conservancy does the important, boring, esoteric work of keeping the internet from tearing itself to pieces, playing host organization to free software projects like Git, Selenium and Samba (to name just three). The Conservancy keeps these projects legally sound and gives them a scaffold to hang their institutional structures on them. Without the Conservancy, the software you love and depend on would be in dire peril.

Electronic Frontier Foundation I have been proudly associated with EFF for a decade an a half now and have watched, half-awed, as it grew from a scrappy, brilliant little organization to a powerhouse of enormous scale and power. Every cause, every fight enumerated on this page and in your life and mine will be lost or won on the internet. EFF is the best hope we have of keeping that internet free, fair and open. —CD, MF

Creative Commons Creative Commons is best known as a tool for sharing-friendly artists, but that's just the tip of the iceberg. Since the beginning, and all over the world, CC has provided governments, agencies, research and scholarly institutions and NGOs with the tools to easily share across borders and the bewildering array of copyright laws. We can't beat trumpism without collaboration tools, and that includes legal tools. —CD

Wikimedia Foundation (Wikipedia) For 16 years, Wikipedia has been figuring out how to negotiate truth among diverse and even warring points of view. It's not always pretty and it's not always nice, but no one's yet found a better way to let ideas bash against each other until something everyone agrees upon emerges. It's not pretty, but compared to our democracy, it's a beauty queen. —CD, KS

Human Rights Data Analysis Group For more than twenty-five years, the Human Rights Data Analysis Group (HRDAG) has used data and statistical analysis to hold accountable the perpetrators of war crimes, crimes against humanity, and genocide. HRDAG is a nonprofit, non-partisan organization that provides rigorous quantitative evidence for trials, truth commissions, UN Missions, and human rights monitors around the world. In 2019, HRDAG estimated the number of women held as sexual slaves by Japanese authorities in World War Two; the number of people disappeared in the final three days of the Sri Lankan civil war; and the number of people killed in drug-related violence by the police and other perpetrators in the Philippines. In the US, HRDAG critiqued the growing use of machine learning in the US criminal justice system, especially those used in place of bail to determine who should be released while awaiting trial. HRDAG's analysis has shown that machine learning can amplify biases in criminal justice data, for example by worsening racial disparities in policing. Other ongoing HRDAG projects include research on mass violence in the Philippines, Mexico, Sri Lanka, and several confidential projects in the US and abroad . —CD

Institute for the Future There are no facts about the future, only fictions. As we've learned in this crazy political season, nothing is certain about tomorrow. But even as our attention is captured by the present, we can begin to write the story to come. A place to start is the Institute for the Future's Future for Good fellowship. Institute for the Future, where Mark and David are researchers, is a 50-year-old nonprofit that helps the public think about the future to make better decisions in the present. The Fellowship directly supports inspiring social innovators who are working to make tomorrow a better place. You can help too. Make a donation of $100 and you’ll receive IFTF Distinguished Fellow Bob Johansen's new book "The New Leadership Literacies: Thriving in a Future of Extreme Disruption and Distributed Everything." —DP, MF

The National Wildlife Federation National Wildlife Federation is a voice for wildlife, dedicated to protecting wildlife and habitat and inspiring the future generation of conservationists. Now's the time: for the people currently in charge of U.S. policy, the cruelty is the point. —RB

The Marine Mammal Center When seals, sea lion, or many other sea going pals need help, if they get lucky, they may be taken to The Marine Mammal Center, a veterinary hospital just for them. Thousands of heartbreakingly cute, but very wild, animals are rescued, rehabilitated and released on an annual basis. I'm a volunteer. In addition to the hundreds of highly trained volunteers that make the hospital run, the center always needs cash for fish and medicine. —JW

Winn Feline Foundation The Winn Feline Foundation advances feline health by supporting research and education. Winn has funded over $6.4 million in health research for cats at more than 30 partner institutions worldwide. Current campaigns include funding for research on Chronic Kidney Disease, a condition estimated to affect more than 50% of senior cats. —KS

The Southern Poverty Law Center & the Anti-Defamation League The Southern Poverty Law Center and the Anti-Defemation League fight hate, teach tolerance, and help secure justice, and fair treatment for all. "There is no 'them' and 'us.' There is only us." --Greg Boyle —JW

Facing History and Ourselves Facing History and Ourselves is an international educational group that helps young people study issues around racism, antisemitism, and prejudice in history, from the Holocaust to today's immigrant experiences to the killing fields of Cambodia. Their aim is to teach young people "to think critically, to empathize, to recognize moral choices, to make their voices heard, we put in their hands the possibility--and the responsibility--to do the serious work demanded of us all as citizens." —DP

Free Software Foundation/Defective By Design The Free Software Foundation's principled litigation, license creation and campaigning is fierce, uncompromising and has changed the world. You interact with code that they made possible a million times a day, and they never stop working to make sure that the code stays free. —CD

Free Software Foundation Europe Software has eaten the world, and software freedom is increasingly synonymous with human freedom. In Europe, far-right parties and authoritarians are inheriting a constellation of gadgets and devices that are "defective by design," built to allow corporations spy on and control their owners -- and those thugs are contemplating how they can use those companies' extraordinary powers to put whole populations under their thumbs. Free software in Europe, free software everywhere! —CD

The Internet Archive: In an era where the control of information has been weaponized, the Internet Archive's mission -- universal access to all human knowledge -- is a revolutionary manifesto. The Archive has taken on a new mission: to re-decentralize the internet and restore it to its indie, distributed glory. —CD

Open Rights Group The UK's answer to Electronic Frontier Foundation, and never more badly needed than now, with authoritarianism on the rise and the constant battering of the electorate with political misadventures and grandstanding. Brexit could allow the UK to escape the oversight of the European courts, paving the way for even-more-extreme measures. —CD

Amnesty International I just looked up Amnesty's founding principles and found tears rolling down my cheeks: "Only when the last prisoner of conscience has been freed, when the last torture chamber has been closed, when the United Nations Universal Declaration of Human Rights is a reality for the world’s people, will our work be done." These values need our support more than ever. —CD

ACLU On November 9, 2016 ACLU changed its homepage to a picture of Trump superimposed with the words SEE YOU IN COURT. ACLU's deep bench of kick-ass lawyers has been lately augmented by a much-needed group of freedom-fighting technologists, welded into the fighting force we'll need until the next election and beyond: from voter suppression to free speech, the ACLU is key to the fight. —CD, MF

Liberty With the UK plunging into surveillance dystopia where human rights are an afterthought and racial profiling is becoming official doctrine, it needs Liberty, an organisation with 80+ years' track record fighting for human rights in many incarnations of the British project. The Tories ran on a platform of repealing the Human Rights Act: when the government is officially anti "human rights," you need someone like Liberty to take the "pro" side. —CD

826 National Born in San Francisco’s Mission District in the back room of a pirate supply store, 826 National teaches young people the art and magic of creative writing through classes, DIY publishing projects, in-school programs, and drop-in tutoring at seven centers around the US. And it’s all free for the kids. Help open more 826 locations around the country! —DP

Fight for the Future Some of the Internet's savviest, hard-working-est activists. Fight for the Future has kept hope alive for Net Neutrality, leading the charge to use the Congressional Review Act to overturn the FCC's Neutrality-killing sneak attack. —CD

Demand Progress Aaron Swartz co-founded Demand Progress, and as you'd expect from that history, they're relentless in reinventing the activist playbook for the 21st century. —CD

MySociety Software in the public interest -- it's a damned good idea. MySociety produces software like Pledgebank ("I will risk arrest by refusing to register for a UK ID card if 100,000 other Britons will also do it") and TheyWorkForYou (every word and deed by every Member of Parliament). It's plumbing for activists and community organizers. —CD

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EBMK - Chapter 03: Rats

Author’s Notes | CC’s fans, please, be aware this is not a chapter for you guys. I disliked him so, I couldn’t avoid doing something about what he did to Mads… Words | 3785 ⁑ Warnings: Major character’s death, blood, wound, violence. Cursing a lot.

"God damn, Adrian, are you at least listening to me?"

Victoria's voice sounded to take him back to Earth once again: his thoughts were flying around that situation, remembering CC's expressions while he was talking to that woman.

It was him. Adrian was sure it was him.

"I'm talking to you!" Victoria insisted and Adrian sighed, rubbing his face.

"What?"

"What?" she asked, annoyed, "I'm speaking for half of an hour about the child's crib and all you have to tell me is 'what?'?"

She was becoming more and more unbearable, but Adrian sighed one more time. "It was the baby and all those hormones," he tried to tell to himself, sighing, getting up, embracing her from behind.

"I'll get you the crib you want, and I'll set it up in a pair of hours without needing any help, ok? Just relax... Everything will be fine and quite on time for our little Patrick."

She sighed.

"What about this new work?" She asked. "Adrian, you're not involved with shit again, are you?"

Kinda... But he wouldn't tell her, of course.

"No," he stated, firm. "I'm working as a security guard, I told you. Same shit I did at the club, but with a better salary and to take care of a warehouse, which means no drunken assholes to punch my face, ok? Now relax..."

"You better not lose this one..." she threatened, getting another sigh from him.

It was really annoying. But he had to be patient, right?

"It was the baby and all those hormones..."

"I won't..."

He wouldn't. He knew that. But to lose or not that job wasn't the problem at that moment. Adrian just couldn't stop thinking about what he saw. He couldn't stop thinking about what he knew.

"Bro..." Mads' voice sounded, waking him up from his thoughts one more time. "You better tell me what is the shit you have been smoking on these cigarettes of yours cause fuck, dude, you're high as fuck!" he giggled, sipping from the can of energetic he brought with him to the warehouse.

Adrian giggled little, trying to disguise once again. But Mads had already noticed something was different with his friend.

"Problems with your old lady? You're strange, brother..." Mads said and Adrian sighed.

Maybe... Maybe Mads would trust him, right?

"It's not her," Adrian said, looking at him. "Mads... About..."

"CC!" Mads said, interrupting Adrian and causing his spine to freeze when CC came out of nowhere crossing hands with Mads and patting his shoulder.

Shit! That bastard was a damn ghost? What a moment to appear...

"Gonna take a while at the warehouse tonight?" Mads asked, smiling.

Shit... He was always so happy around that guy! Adrian thought for an instant that Mads was like a puppy: whoever patted his head would have him shaking his tail around for a long time.

But somehow, CC was more than just a friend and Adrian could feel that Mads would really get disappointed when he could see the truth about his pal.

"No," CC said, smiling at him. "Just passing by to pick up some things for Tom. About this... That load that we're waiting... When does it comes again?"

There it was... Adrian swallowed dry: CC was getting information like this, in casual conversations, abusing Mads' total innocence and trust that he was talking to a brother of the club... A friend.

"If I'm not wrong, three or five weeks. I'll take a look for you at the warehouse and I'll send you a message with it, ok?"

"Fine, brother. See ya," CC said, leaving as Mads was exchanging cans.

He was drinking that shit like water.

"You'll fuck your kidneys drinking this shit," Adrian warned and Mads licked his lips offering the can towards him.

"Take a sip, it's not that strong," he said.

But Adrian wasn't even able to swallow that shit, spitting the sip he took from the can on the ground, coughing and causing Mads to laugh out loud.

"Fuck, Mads! You're fucking drinking gasoline! Shit, man... This won't fuck your kidneys! This will fuck your entire system!" Adrian shouted as Mads took another sip, drinking that as if it was really a good taste.

"Little girl," he mocked. "Now tell me, sweet-lily-pad, what were you saying about the problems? It's not Victoria? Then what it is that it's making you high like this, Adrian?" Another sip into his throat and Adrian thought it was better to drink that whole can than have to say that shit.

"Mads..."

He looked around and Mads stopped walking, looking around as well, thinking for a moment Adrian could be really in trouble. They were the same kind of people... He knew when someone was looking around like that before speaking, the police would surely be into whatever shit that was to come.

"What, bro? You're getting me scared."

"I just don't know how to tell you this shit, man... I just can tell you it's fucking huge," Adrian said, causing Mads to cringe.

"Fuck..."

"No, brother... Fuck is too little for this. Look," Adrian said. "Tonight, when we stop in the middle of the turns to have dinner, you sit with me and I'll tell you everything. But you must promise me you won't doubt what I say!"

"Fuck, Adrian, what the fuck, brother? I can't wait this long! And I won't fucking doubt you, man, but..."

"No," Adrian said, still looking around, causing Mads to be really anxious now. "Shit is huge, and I promise you: you'll understand my need for us to be completely alone when I tell you this. Trust me, Mads... You'll get your jaw dropped."

Mads cursed one more time, grunting annoyed.

The whole energetic inside those four cans he drunk wasn't enough to make him swallow the ball of anxiety in his throat.

What was that shit Adrian had to tell him?

Why he couldn't tell so far?

The first hours of his turns were real torture and the minutes dragged until the time for them to finally sit. Dinner? His ass! Mads wanted to know and he didn't even touch his food.

As soon as they met each other, Mads held Adrian by his shoulders, anxious.

"Now speak, bro. You're getting on my nerves with this silence!"

Adrian never saw Mads so anxious in his life. But he sighed.

Now there wasn't a way back.

"It's about CC, brother... I couldn't tell you that time, because he was around yet, but... Mads, when I was arrested... When I was arrested, I saw CC at the police station and... Brother, he wasn't there to do any shit like speaking to the cops or being arrested as well... He was speaking to one of the policewomen there...  As if they were settling something about an infiltration, exchanging information... He even gave his cellphone to her, so she could see something and took some stuff with her that looked like one of those shit to record voices..."

Mads was livid. He giggled, nervously, looking at Adrian with disbelief.

"Bro... This is not fun, man..."

But his giggles just got Adrian more nervous.

"Mads, I'm not kidding, bro. This is no joke, man, I saw him! I'm sure it was him! And I spent a lot of time into that shit, so he's here already long enough to know too much, bro... Mads he can burst you guys, and it would fall entirely into you, brother! You brought him in, you're the one always speaking to him. He's always asking you questions, isn't he?"

Something Mads couldn't deny. Asking questions, favors... Shitty stuff like photos and sometimes... Sometimes names...

"Fuck," Mads rubbed his head and face.

And his trembling fingers lit a cigarette he smoked as if his brain couldn't work without that smoke.

"Fuck... FUCK!" he cursed, punching the wall of the warehouse and Adrian held him back, looking at him.

"Mads, calm down, brother. Remember the cams, dude, we cannot just spit it out. No one will believe our word against the word of a man you told me is almost the man of trust for Tom."

"I fucking brought him in, Adrian! Tom will fucking kill me, man!" Mads said, anguished. "He's gonna fucking blow me up!"

"Not if we can blow CC's head first, man. Calm down..." Adrian said, sighing. "We need to be smarter than him, brother. It will take a while, but we must observe him. Have some proofs, some photos, some shit to show Tom he's not trustable and we noticed that. If you're able to prove he's not who Tom thinks he is, then maybe you can end up this shit with your ass safe!"

"Fuck!" Mads cursed once again. "Are you sure? Adrian, are you sure it was him?" he asked, nervous.

"I'm sorry, bro... I even heard that name. I remember I giggled because of how strange it was to hear someone being called CC, but the police officer hit my head saying there was nothing funny around for me to laugh and they took me away. It was him, brother. I'm sorry, man."

"No," Mads said, sitting at the bench they had to have their dinner, sighing and taking another breath of his cigarette. "It's... It's fine, man you're... You did nothing, you just... Fuck... Fuck, dude! I trusted him! How could he?"

Adrian sat beside his friend, patting Mads' back, sighing.

"I know how you feel, brother... I got my back stabbed sometimes as well. Hey... I'll help you, ok?" he said, catching Mads' glare. "Just act normally with him. We try to observe him, to catch the proves and then, bang. We put him down and show everything to Tom. I'm sure you'll get your colors with it, brother."

Mads looked at Adrian's smile with surprise.

He wasn't trying to get colors like him. He wasn't trying to get the credit. Instead, he was giving Mads all the information he knew and allowing him to use it to get his own colors Adrian knew he wanted so bad. Something warmed Mads' heart and he held Adrian's hand tightly into his.

"I'll never forget what you're doing for me, man. We may not have the same blood but you're my brother, Adrian. And I'll honor it, bro."

Adrian nodded, holding Mads' hand firmly.

That feeling of brotherhood and trust was something Adrian knew very well how valuable it was. And he silently swore to honor it as well.

He would have Mads' back and protect his brother.

No matter at what cost.

  The two of them spent the next month finding breaches to follow CC and observe him. With a certain difficulty, Mads kept the relationship in between him and CC active, sometimes blaming Joy for his sad or angry reactions, saying he was having issues with the pregnant woman at home, apologizing for being harsh or sound disappointed.

Until that point, CC had bit the bait and wasn't really suspecting Mads was aiming him along with Adrian.

Some times more, Adrian found a way to take pictures of CC along with that woman - they were meeting more now that the load CC asked Mads about before was about to arrive.

"I can bet they'll do something when this load comes. I can feel it!" Adrian warned. "We must hold up..."

"But we have the pics, brother, shouldn't we..." Mads said, but Adrian held him back.

"We have just pics of him, Mads. It proves anything. He can say anything to justify... I don't know, he can say he's fucking her... And also, I think her son's father was CC's friend. Something about the war. He can say he's visiting the boy and then we're fucked. Patience, brother. If something goes wrong with this load and we show this up, then Tom will have enough proof that CC is fucking up with the club and then, boom, man. We'll be safe and he'll be busted."

Adrian had a whole plan in his mind and since he was pretty secure with his ideas, Mads decided to follow him.

Some days before the load arrives, CC confirmed the date once again, asking Mads to confirm the load would arrive two days earlier than it was predicted to come. Mads gave the right information, ensuring CC would have the right times and places where the load would be delivered.

And such as Adrian predicted, the places were busted by the police at the right time to make prisons and fuck the club. Two great men from Tom were locked up and they even had wounded people around, potentializing the damages and getting Tom infuriated like crazy.

However, things got a little bit out of control.

When Adrian came to speak to Mads that maybe that was the right time to deliver CC's head, the club made a call: Tom wanted everyone inside the club at that evening, cellphones in hand.

He was searching for the rat by himself. He knew someone was stabbing his back and he wanted the fucker...

And to complete, Mads was about to explode.

"She's delivering, bro! My son is being born today and I'm stuck in here! Fuck, man!"

Shit.

Adrian could feel his brother's despair. After all, it was his son being born and he couldn't even have his phone to know what was going on: all the phones were taken by Tom who locked them all in a room while he was inside his own room, checking phone by phone, history by history.

CC was sweating, but he was keeping himself whole. Even when Tom came out questioning him why his history was erased, CC had the guts to explain he had low memory and his device was configured to erase it automatically from time to time... The bastard was damn good, after all.

"Did they call me?" Mads asked, looking at Tom completely anxious.

"Get your ass calm, bud. We have issues more important to solve now!" Tom spat, before coming inside his room once again, causing Mads to have an outburst of despair.

Adrian saw CC's eyes following his brother when Mads got up, anguished, leaving towards the bathroom. CC rose his hand, preventing the older members to follow Mads mutely telling them he would do it by himself. And so, Adrian took his own time looking at the bigger guy near Tom's office door.

"I wanna pee..." he said, causing the big man to sigh.

"Go, CC is there, he brings the two of you lil' girls together," he mocked, insinuating Mads and him were a couple as he had heard some of those idiots commenting sometimes.

But Adrian had no time for that shit - Mads' life was in danger. He knew he had to burst the shit at once before Tom could see the pictures in his phone and Mads' as well.

Luckily, CC was speaking to Mads as soon as he arrived.

And Adrian felt, for the first time, that all the bad luck he had in his life paid for that single moment when he shot to the moon...

And hit the damn jackpot...

"There is a hall under the club. It will lead to the streets. Go, I'll cover up for you..." CC was speaking while holding a trapdoor open on the ground, looking at Mads.

Taking advantage of his nervous state to get him out of the club in the middle of a pressure moment...

Adrian could bet he would put the blame on Mads... Say he had fled to avoid being taken after discovered...

"You'll cover up for him, CC?" Adrian said, surprising them both and leaving the bathroom door opened. "For what reason? So, you can blame Mads for the information you have been delivering to your hottie at the police station and get your butthole safe from the dick Tom wants to put up on the butt of our rat?"

CC let go of the trapdoor. And Mads stepped away from him.

"What are you talking about?" CC said, smiling at Adrian, trying to keep the disguise. "I was just trying to help him..."

"Help him what?" Adrian said, loud and angrily.

Watching as CC's mask started falling when he waved his hands looking at the door, trying to gesticulate for Adrian to speak lower, avoid attracting the other's attention.

Mads anguish started becoming anger... How could CC do this to him after all he made for that man? How could he call him a brother if he would stab him from behind like this?

"Would you blame me, CC?" Mads mumbled, feeling the last shards of his remorse becoming nothing but dust.

CC didn't deserve his trust.

CC should burn and Adrian was right.

"I wouldn't do such a thing! I was trying to get you to Joy! Brother..." CC tried.

And then, Mads yelled, calling the attention of everyone outside.

"DON'T CALL ME BROTHER!"

"What is fucking happening among you bitches here?" Røed came, annoyed.

It was enough for Mads and Adrian had to do nothing from that moment on...

"This bastard is the fucking rat you're searching for! Adrian recognized him from the police station and we have been monitoring him as he's delivering our information to that bitch he fucks there! He was trying to convince me to get into this damn trapdoor so I could flee to see Joy and my son and then he would fucking put the blame on me and make you all believe I'm the damn fucking rat when he's the fucking bastard!" Mads lost his mind.

And Adrian saw CC raising his hands, giggling, trying to keep the lie.

"Mads is just nervous, Røed. Give him a break. His wife is delivering and he's just wanting this shit to end..."

"It's true," Adrian said, sighing and getting Røed's attention. "Tell Tom to look at my phone's gallery. He'll find pictures of CC and that woman meeting each other. I heard his name and saw him at the police station speaking to her for the first time I was arrested. And I recognized him when Mads introduced us both. He has been passing information to her for at least the last four years. He's your rat."

CC frowned at Adrian knowing it was over for him, intending to pull something from his vest, but Røed acted quicker and aimed his gun on CC's head, preventing him to go forward with the intention.

"Let's see if the chicks are lying or speaking the truth, CC... Chill... Brother," he said, ironizing the last word.

Waving his hand for someone to call Tom at the office.

But it wasn't necessary...

Tom was already coming with Adrian's phone in his hand and he picked up Adrian's collar, hitting him against the bathroom's wall.

"What's this, butcher? What are those pictures?" he said, showing the pics of CC along with the woman.

Trying to take the chance of Tom's anger to flee, CC moved towards the trapdoor and then, Røed shot his leg, getting the man down.

"The two pups have been following a rat for us, Tom," Røed said, convinced Adrian and Mads were telling the truth. "They say the woman in these pics is a police officer. Adrian recognized CC from the police station. It seems the butcher was arrested right when this funky was delivering our shit to the bitch."

"She's no bitch, you bastard," CC grunted, causing Tom to giggle, disgusted, letting go of Adrian's clothes.

"You son of a bitch!" he yelled, kicking CC's wounded leg, ripping a grunt of pain from the man down on the ground. "You," he said, pulling Mads' collar this time. "You brought him! You fucking brought him into my club!"

"He was used," Adrian said, looking at Tom. "CC used Mads to get in because everyone knows how much Mads wanted the colors... So, he used the side services Mads was doing when he started to get into the club through him and get your trust by making Mads look like a sucker."

Tom looked at Adrian, giving his words full attention. But CC started speaking, knowing it was over for him.

"Mads was easy to get... He... Was trying to lick the floor you step on, doing anything for the club... His loyalty was blind... All I had to do was make him believe I was as loyal as he could be."

"You motherfucker!" Mads yelled, ready to advance and hit CC, but Tom hit his palm against Mads' chest, stopping him.

"Gun," he said, extending his hand to Røed who readily delivered the pistol in his hand.

And Tom passed it towards Mads' hands.

"Prove me you're no sucker, pup. What do we do to rats, Mads?" he asked.

And Adrian swallowed dry when Mads' shaking hands got the gun up, aiming it at CC's head.

"We kill it with fire... Before it reproduces..." Mads said.

CC closed his eyes before the shot could be heard. A precise gunshot in the middle of CC's eyes.

"Good boy," Tom said, patting Mads' back. "Røed, get my vest from this bastard."

Røed messed with CC's body, taking off the vest of the club from his body and delivering it to Tom who hit it against Mads' chest.

"Welcome to the brotherhood, wolf," he said, getting a surprised expression from Mads' face before he turned towards Adrian. "Get another vest for the butcher. And give it to him as soon as he cleans up this mess... I like you, boy." Tom said, looking at Adrian that felt his stomach sunk into his belly.

There was a side service he didn't like to do.

"Get rid of the rat's body. Take a shower. And get dressed in your new colors. And you," he looked at Mads. "Go home. Your child is born and you have a boy. Go see your wife and come back to celebrate... Brother." he said, causing shivers to come down Mads' spine. "We have too much to be happy about today... Mads is a father, his seed is strong and we have a new male pup! A rat is down and two brothers are born!" Tom yelled at the door of the bathroom. "HOWL YOU BASTARDS! IT'S A FUCKING HAPPY DAY!"

The hall became noisy as Mads and Adrian exchanged a glare.

Adrian knew it would be a disgusting work to "get rid of that mess". But Mads' life was safe.

So, it worth the price.

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Mercy Springs - Two

Summary: Mercy Booker holds these truths to be self-evident: that animals are significantly more relatable than people, and that working as a veterinary tech in a sleepy, little town is about as exciting as her life is going to get. When a strange man shows up after hours with an injured dog, she has a decision to make - go on living the quiet life she’s come to know, or open the door to the exhilarating unknown.

Pairing: Pete Castiglione/Frank Castle x OC (Mercy Booker)

Warnings: Allusions to violence, Mild descriptions of blood

Wordcount: 1.5k

A/N:

“I need help.”

Mercy blinked, somewhat surprised that she could hear anything above the blood rushing in her ears and the rain pounding the roof and windows. The man on the other side of the door shuffled to balance the dog in one arm and banged a palm against the glass again. She flinched. 

“Please. He needs help.”

He was at least six feet tall and - if Mercy had to guess - lean and muscled beneath the layers of his cold weather clothing. His hair was black, clumps of it mussed and matted from the rain. Blood dappled his face and dripped from a wound over his left eyebrow. He had dark features, she noticed, a strong angular face. One that looks like it can take a beating, she thought. It wouldn’t be difficult for him to overpower her. 

Against her own will, Mercy’s eyes flickered down to the dog. Its side rose and fell weakly, breathing labored. Its mouth hung open, pink tongue lolling out, long and dry. Its short, grey fur sported intricate patterns of dried blood but she could see more - fresh blood - dripping down onto the man’s shoes. Her heart twinged.  Only a truly sick person would hurt a dog this badly to get at her, but she couldn’t discount the possibility. Either way, she wouldn’t just let an innocent animal suffer.

Not taking her eyes off of them, Mercy crouched down to retrieve the dropped keyring. She carefully fitted several keys between her fingers so they splayed menacingly below her knuckles. Then she unlocked the door. Before he could push his way in, she wedged one sneakered foot against its base only allowing an inch of space between the door and the jam. The man stopped in his tracks, eyeing Mercy impatiently. 

“If you try anything,” she spat, “I’ll slit your throat and feed you to the dogs.” 

For a second, the man looked kind of appalled. It didn’t last long. He shrugged and shouldered past her into the lobby, dripping blood across the newly mopped floor. “Fair enough.”

“Through there.” Mercy followed the stranger into a dark exam room and flipped the light switch. The fluorescents overhead hummed to vivid life, and Mercy had to take a moment for her eyes to adjust. 

The man turned toward her, the dog still cradled in his arms, his eyes wide with alarm, blood and water pattering quietly on the floor.

“Lay him on the table.”  He did as she instructed, gently transferring the dog to the pristine exam table. then whirling toward her, palms blood-stained and upturned. “Don’t come any closer!” Mercy brandished her makeshift brass knuckles in warning. “Go over there and wash your hands then go into the second drawer and soak three rags with warm water.” 

As he washed up, Mercy crammed the keys back into her pockets and pulled on a pair of latex gloves. She approached the dog and offered a stretch of her forearm for it to sniff weakly before she began looking for wounds. 

The stranger slapped a pile of wet rags down onto the edge of the table. Mercy picked one up and started wiping blood from the dog’s fur. 

“We need to talk, Mister...”

“Pete.” He bit the name out, refusing to offer more. Mercy took it in stride. 

“Ok, Pete, I need to know what happened. Where’s he hurt?” 

Pete’s fingers flexed uneasily against the metal of the table. “He was stabbed. Somewhere around the shoulder, I think.” 

A feeble growl indicated to Mercy that she’d found it. The dog’s lip curled back from his teeth and he rumbled low. She pointed to a nearby cabinet without looking. “Go into the top drawer and grab an irrigation bottle. It’ll say ‘Saline Wound Solution’.” 

He placed it down beside her elbow and she picked it up, fitting a nozzle top onto the lid quickly. Mercy squirted solution into the wound to clear away some of the blood. 

“I can’t put him under, Pete, we keep meticulous inventory logs. My boss will notice if we lose that kind of juice.” 

Pete shook his head violently. “No. No drugs. He doesn’t need to go under.”

Mercy nodded. “I can give him a little something for the pain. Anything I should know about? Kidney disease, liver disease, low blood sugar?” 

“No.”

“Good.” 

Reaching over into a rollaway cabinet, Mercy retrieved an amber bottle of liquid and a new syringe. She unsheathed the syringe with her teeth then plunged it into the top of the bottle and extracted several CCs of liquid. 

“This is a localized anesthetic. It’ll cause numbness to this area only.” 

Pete nodded in understanding and Mercy stabbed the needle into the dog’s shoulder and pushed down the plunger. 

“What’s his name?”

“Hm?”

“His name, Pete, what’s he go by?”

“Uhh, Max.” 

Mercy turned her attention back to the dog and stroked his damp fur. “Ok, Max, this isn’t going to be super great, but we’re going to get through it.” 

Max’s hazel eyes flicked up to her at the sound of his name. His tail thumped the table once. The memory of a smile flickered across Mercy’s face. “Ok.”

Mercy was very proud of her sutures; she always had been. Not that there were many chances for her to practice them in her current position, being a vet tech she didn’t get many opportunities for precision procedures. She almost wished she could take a picture to show to Dr. Leibowitz as she tied off her last stitch and cut the synthetic thread. 

She sighed, leaning back against the counter behind her and throwing the remaining thread and needle into the trash. “All done.” If she’d thought she was tired before, she was practically catatonic now. 

Pete whistled a low, appreciative note and sauntered over to the table. He ran a large hand over Max’s side. “Look at that, buddy, like brand new.”

Mercy felt a thrill of pride at that. The sutures followed one, clean line through the center of an expertly shaved patch of grey skin. Mercy stripped off her gloves and crossed over to the back of the exam room. 

“He’s gonna want to nip at those when he’s feeling better so you’re going to need to keep this on him for a few weeks at least.” Her voice decreased in volume as she stepped into the back hallway and ambled down to the storage room. She selected an appropriately sized cone from a shelf. Returning to the exam room, she pantomimed putting the cone together for Pete who was doing his best to look unimpressed. “And I’ll spot you a few tablets of meloxicam for the pain. But only a few and follow the instructions to a T. Follow me this way.”

Pete trailed her into the front hallway this time and down to the small pharmacy room where Mercy selected the stubby key to the medicine cabinet. 

“Look, Dr., you don’t have to do this. He doesn’t need the pills,” Pete muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

Mercy ignored the way he scuffed his feet against the linoleum, leaving black rubber streaks behind, and shook four tablets out of a bottle and placed them in a small baggie. She took a small folded instruction pamphlet from the door and slipped it into the back before zipping it up. The bag was promptly (and forcefully) shoved into Pete’s hoodie pocket, an act that seemed to catch him off guard for a moment.

Mercy grinned sheepishly at his incredulous expression. She got that look a lot. “My dog had an accident a few months back, but I never refilled her prescription. I’ll take care of it.” 

The two made their way back to the operating room in silence - shuffling sneaker tread and the plastic crinkle of the baggie their only accompaniment. Max was half up on the table when they made it back, strong neck craned to look for his owner. Mercy was relieved to see some excitement back in his eyes. Pete slid the folded cone beneath his arm and then, seemed to have a thought. He dug back into his pocket and pulled out a wad of crumpled bills. 

Mercy shook her head before he could separate them. “Forget it. It’s after hours.”

“You su-” 

“Yeah. I would’ve helped him anyway.” 

Frank nodded. Something in his expression saying, I respect that. Carefully, he scooped Max up from the table. Mercy followed him to the door, her mind whirling all the while. She would have to check the tapes and try to erase any trace of Pete and Max. Maybe she could say the storm interfered with the CCTV. A new scrip would need to be written up to account for the missing pain meds. Frank turned back toward her beneath the little awning over the doorway; the rain hadn’t stopped, but it had softened a bit.

“Thank you.” 

“Don’t mention it.”

Only after Pete loaded Max and himself into a beat-up box van and rolled out of the parking lot did Mercy lock the door and press her weary back to it. And only then did she realize that the entire clinic would need to be cleaned again. She groaned.

It was going to be a long night. 

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9 Vet Approved Homemade Dog Food Recipes for a Thriving Pup

#1.  

Massachusetts' MSCPA-Angell Animal Medical Center Recipe

This recipe is versatile and scalable. You can use a wide variety of ingredients, as long as they're safe for canines. The following recipe is portioned for a 15-pound dog. You can easily modify the ingredient amounts to match your pup's weight.

Ingredients

3 Ounces of a cooked protein

1 and 1/3 cups of a cooked carbohydrate. - oatmeal, brown rice, sweet potato, or more.

1 Tablespoon of vegetables

1 to 2 Tablespoons of fat source, such as olive oil or vegetable oil

Directions

Simply combine the ingredients and you're done! Before you feed your dog, make sure the food is completely cool and safe to avoid burns. The next time you make this meal, you can try the recipe out with different ingredients. Stick with the same ratios and the meal should retain its nutritional value.

#2.  

Founder's Veterinary Clinic Recipe

Like the previous recipe, you can substitute a number of ingredients for things you have on hand. For example, you can swap out the main protein source for deboned fish and the carbohydrates for standard potatoes.

If you choose to feed your dog this food, it's recommended that you add calcium or bonemeal pattern to ensure that your dog's bones remain healthy.

Ingredients

1/4 of a pound of cooked skinless chicken

1 Cup of cooked brown rice

1 Cup of cooked brown rice

1 Tablespoon of vegetable oil

1/4 Teaspoon of potassium chloride

Directions

Once the cooked chicken and rice have cooled down, mix the various ingredients to form a mash. This recipe is portioned for a 20-pound dog. However, you can scale the ingredients amount accordingly.

#3.  

VE&CC Vets Healthy Dog Food Recipe

This recipe from VE&CC Vets is simple but balanced. Its main protein source is ground turkey. Your dog will reap the benefits of the carrots, zucchini, and spinach. Not only are they chock-full of essential vitamins and minerals, but they're also a great source of fiber.

Ingredients

1 and 1/2 cups of brown rice

1 tablespoon of olive oil

3 pounds of ground turkey

3 cups of chopped baby spinach

2 shredded carrots

1 shredded zucchini

1/2 a cup of peas

Directions

The first thing you'll need to do to make this dog food is to prepare the brown rice. Cook it in a rice cooker or on the stove according to the package instructions. Once it's finished, set it aside to cool.

Then, heat the olive oil in a large stockpot over medium heat. Add the ground turkey and cook it until it's browned. This should take between 3 and 5 minutes. As it cooks, break down the turkey into a crumble.

Stir the vegetable ingredients and rice into the ground turkey. Cook this mixture for another 3 to 5 minutes. After the leafy spinach has wilted, take the pot off the heat and let it cool down completely before you serve it to your dog.

#4.  

Zoey's Favorite Fully Balanced Gourmet Dinner

Want to spoil your pooch and give them a meal that they'll love? Try out this gourmet recipe. It features many different ingredients to ensure that it's balanced. The numerous ingredients also blend well to create a delicious taste your pup won't be able to get enough of.

Ingredients

3/4 of a cup of brown rice

1 and 1/4 cup of chopped raw chicken

1/4 Cup of chopped zucchini

1/4 Cup of steamed and chopped broccoli

1/4 Cup of steamed mashed sweet potato

1 and 1/2 Teaspoons of virgin olive oil

Vitamin and mineral supplement

Enzyme supplement

Directions

The first thing you'll need to do to make this dog food is to prepare the brown rice. Cook it in a rice cooker or on the stove according to the package instructions. Once it's finished, set it aside to cool.

Then, heat the olive oil in a large stockpot over medium heat. Add the ground turkey and cook it until it's browned. This should take between 3 and 5 minutes. As it cooks, break down the turkey into a crumble.

Stir the vegetable ingredients and rice into the ground turkey. Cook this mixture for another 3 to 5 minutes. After the leafy spinach has wilted, take the pot off the heat and let it cool down completely before you serve it to your dog.

#5.  

Whole Vet Pet Cooked Dog Food Recipe

This is a home-cooked meal your dog will enjoy. The following recipe is for a 20-pound dog. You can multiple or halve the ingredients to match your pup's current weight. You can also incorporate additional ingredients for nutritional supplements. These include cod oil, parsley, and mineral nut mix.

Ingredients

8 Ounces of organic ground turkey

1/4 Cup of finely grated organic vegetables

1/2 Teaspoon of organic coconut oil

1/2 Teaspoon of salmon oil

1 Teaspoon of ground raw sunflower seeds

500 Milligrams of calcium citrate

2 Tablespoons of ground turkey organs. This could be hearts, livers, or gizzards

Directions

Blanch the vegetables by lightly boiling them in water. After a few minutes in the water, remove them with a strainer and dunk them in an ice bath. This process softens the fibers while retaining a lot of the vegetable's nutritional value. Once they have cooled completely, toss them in a blender or food processor to grind them down further.

Cook the turkey and organ meat gently over medium-low heat. After the meat has turned white, allow it to cool. Then, mix together all the ingredients.

#6.  

VetCo Dog Christmas Meal

Treat your pup to a festive meal around the holidays with this recipe from VetCo. It utilizes a lot of leftover ingredients you'll find on your dining room table. The ingredients are safe for your dog. You can whip this meal up in only a few minutes and spoil your canine companion. The recipe makes a lot of food, so you'll need to portion it out based on your dog's size.

Ingredients

3 Pounds of skinless and boneless turkey meat (cooked)

1 Cup of cooked oatmeal

1 Pound of cubed sweet potatoes

2 Tablespoons of homemade cranberry sauce (with no alcohol)

4 Tablespoons of onion-free turkey gravy or olive oil

Directions

The first thing you should do is prepare the sweet potatoes. You can either boil them for 20 minutes or roast them for 45 minutes. As the potatoes are cooking, chop up the cooked turkey into small bite-sized pieces.

After the sweet potatoes are cooked and cooled, mix them with the oatmeal, cranberry sauce, and turkey meat. Then, add in your gravy or olive oil.

#7.  

DIY Slow Cooker Dog Food

Creating a balanced dog meal can be as simple as tossing some ingredients into a slow cooker. This recipe takes several hours to make, so it's best to do it overnight or when you're out for the day. You can split this meal up into several portions and pop them in the freezer for later.

Ingredients

2 and 1/2 to 3 pounds of boneless and skinless chicken (breasts and thighs)

1 Cubed sweet potato

2 sliced carrots

2 cups of frozen peas

1 large cubed apple (remove core and seeds)

1 can of drained and rinsed kidney beans

2 Tablespoons of olive oil

Directions

Place the pieces of chicken in your slow cooker and add enough water to cover them. You can add the pieces whole. They will fall apart as they cook. Add the potato, carrots, apple, and kidney beans. Set your slow cooker to the lowest setting and let the mixture cook for 8 or 9 hours.

At the end of the cooking cycle, add the frozen peas and let the mixture continue to cook for another 30 minutes. After that, drain the excess water out of the slow cooker pot.

Add the olive oil and stir it thoroughly. Then, pulverize the mixture in a food processor. Wait until the meal is completely cool to feed it to your dog.

#8.  

Homemade Beef Stew for Dogs

This beef stew recipe will produce a meal that's very similar to canned options you can get at the market. However, you'll have complete control of the ingredients. The recipe makes a meal for an 11-pound dog, but you can adjust accordingly.

Ingredients

1 Pound of ground beef (ground chicken or turkey is also acceptable)

1 Large sweet potato

1 Diced medium-sized carrot

1/2 a cup of frozen peas

Directions

Cook the beef in a large pot until it is no longer pink. Do not drain the excess fat. This a good source of fat for your dog, so you can leave it in without issues. Then, add the carrots and potatoes. Cover the vegetable and meat mixture with water and bring it up to a boil.

Once the water is boiling, turn down the heat and let it simmer for about 20 minutes. After simmering, add the frozen peas and let the food cook for another 5 minutes or so. Wait until the food is cooled before putting it in your dog's dish.

#9.  

Walkerville Vet Dog Food Recipe

The safety and effectiveness of a raw food diet is still a point of contention among veterinary professionals. Walkerville Vet recommends the best of both worlds. This recipe is based on the raw food diet of wolves, your dog's natural ancestors. however, it also takes into account the dietary changes in domesticated dogs. It has raw meat as well as cooked carbohydrates and vegetables.

Ingredients

About 9 ounces (250 grams) of raw chopped beef or lamb

1 cup of chopped raw carrots

1 cup of chopped raw apples

1/4 cup of defrosted frozen peas

1 and 1/2 cup of chopped pumpkin or squash

2/3 cup of uncooked brown or basmati rice

4 Teaspoons of sunflower oil

4 Grams of fish oil

Nutritional supplements

Directions

First, cook the rice and pumpkin together. You should end up with approximately 3 cups of cooked rice mixed with softened pumpkin. Let these ingredients cool. Then, simply mix the rest of the ingredients with this mixture.

You can portion this food up and keep it in the freezer for up to 2 weeks.

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WHAT IF TONY STARK BECAME SPIDER-MAN

INT. TONY'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - MORNING Tony and Pepper are sleeping on the bed. J.A.R.V.I.S. Wake up sir it's 5 A.M. in the morning.

Tony rolls on the bed. TONY Not in the mood J.A.R.V.I.S. Pepper wakes up and gets off the bed.

PEPPER I'm making coffee. Go and get ready for work. Take a bath.

Pepper comes near Tony and kissed on his cheeks. TONY Yes, ma'am. (Sigh) Pepper chuckles and goes out of the room. Tony wakes up and goes for a bath inside the bathroom.

EXT. STARK INDUSTRY'S - HOURS LATER A car stops front of the building and Tony and Pepper comes out from it.

INT. STARK INDUSTRY'S - MOMENTS LATER Tony and Pepper walking to the lift.

PEPPER So, u and Connors still working on spiders? TONY Yup.

They get in the lift.

PEPPER Tony, I know you and Connors are the great scientist buddy's but I need you up there in the CEO office, not at an animal testing lab where you spent time with "No offense" psychopath person when that work doesn't make up the money for the company. Tony be cool and answer her TONY I know that love, but you know what, you doing great and I didn't interrupting you In your work so you didn't interrupt me in my work. Learn something from your husband.

The lift open TONY Bye! Tony turn and goes in the left side and Pepper goes in right. INT. LAB - STARK INDUSTRY'S - MOMENTS LATER Dr. Curt Connors is already there and working. Lot's of Spiders are there in the glass bottles. Dr. Connors pick one spider from a bottle and put this in another big transparent case that is open from upside. TONY Start without me doc. Tony approaches him, Connors see him and smile DR. CURT CONNORS well, u are late. TONY What fun to being a boss if you can't be late for work.

Tony pick a stick and touch the spider with him. The spider throws his web on the stick and makes a web house all around the stick very faster. Tony surprised and try to pull the stick back but he can't. (They Started Talking) The spider comes near the stick, they didn't notice. DR. CURT CONNORS I'll already apply the "S.G.-27" formula on it so you should be away from it. TONY And where is me at that time? DR. CURT CONNORS I don't know maybe putting your DNA inside Pepper.

Tony smile a bit and trying to pull the stick TONY So did you ever did that with anybody, too much fu... The spider bites him he waggles his hand and the spider falls on the surface.   DR. CURT CONNORS Are you okay, Tony? TONY Yeah... (Looks at the bite mark)

And Tony goes Unconscious and fall down on the ground and Dr. Curt Connors tries to hold him. DR. CURT CONNORS Tony... FADE TO: INT. ROOM - STARK INDUSTRY'S - MINUTES LATER Dr. Curt and Pepper is there and talking to each other and Tony are lying on a sofa. He opens his eyes and Pepper came near him. looks angry. Tony feels weak and tries to get up

TONY hi... pep... Pepper helps him sit on the sofa.

TONY Can I get some water? Dr. CC gives him a glass of water, he drinks it while seeing Pepper giving him a weird angry look. TONY What wrong with you, Pep...

She smiles sarcastically PEPPER What wrong about me, I told you tony...

Tony stands and starts taking him out from there. TONY We meet you tomorrow, Doc. PEPPER I didn't finish yet... and where you taking me?

TONY

A Restaurant. Feeling hungry. Did you know any good restaurant Doc.?

DR. CURT CONNORS Ahh... And he takes her away from the room and Doc. Smiles. CUT TO: INT. LAB - STARK INDUSTRY'S - EVENING - HOURS LETTER Tony arrives at the lab looks tense. DR. CURT CONNORS So how's your date?

TONY Forget that, by the way, that spider bite is not dangerous, right? DR. CURT CONNORS Well there is no  dangerous venom inside the Spider so yes you safe maybe-- TONY What do you mean by maybe? DR. CURT CONNORS Give me your blood to test and we'll found out.

Dr. Curt pick's an injection and Tony goes near him and put his sleeve up, Dr. gets his blood and put it on inside a device to see changes in his blood. During that DR. CURT CONNORS So did you feel anything after that spider bite? TONY Hungry, too much. I ordered everything on the menu. DR. CURT CONNORS How about pepper? TONY I'll handle it like I always do. Like boss DR. CURT CONNORS Or maybe you leave him and run back to hear.

Tony smiles TONY Well, that's what I told Pep. we are great buddy's.

They see her report on a computer screen and the report is normal

DR. CURT CONNORS Well, no venom signs. Tony sees that his blood is more healthy.

TONY

Jarvis shows me the complete details of the blood cells.

Screens focused on one blood cell/DNA and the show's that he got Spider DNA inside him and that DNA curing his kidney problem. Tony feels something and he throws Dr. Curt away. A ceiling falls from the roof at Dr. Curt place. Dr. Curt smashed to the wall because of Tony's throw and Tony go to him to see he is fine or not.

TONY You're alright doc. I'm so sorry I didn't know what just happens. Dr. sit by the wall DR. CURT CONNORS My coat

His coat is ripped off half TONY I'll get you the new one. DR. CURT CONNORS See your hand.

Tony sees his hand and found out that his hand is stuck with Dr. Curt's rip part of the coat. TONY Wait a sec. He wiggles his hand but it didn't work he stands and put one side of the ripped coat down his leg and pull his hand with full power and this time it worked and he fall down doing that. Dr. Curt smiles and helps him stand. DR. CURT CONNORS I think you got that spider DNA. TONY Don't tell me I'm gonna throw web from my a$$ FADE OUT

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restless nights; lee minho

[listening to] .... babybaby; suran 

Hi bubs, may I request a college au with Minho where the reader works at the coffee shop on campus (saving money because college is expensive af) and Minho having no sleep needs coffee, bus is awakened by the beauty of the reader?

can you do coffee shop minho but he’s like, totally not coffee shop material haha like he’s a dancer or something and school isn’t his thing and hes just really flirty?? if that makes sense????? thank you!!!! <3 

okay so these two were a bit similar

so me and my third eye decided to combine them 

bc coffee au x college au WITH MINHO? bitch its an experience 

so basically as the struggling college student you are who is living off of ramen noodles and the potato chips you found in the back of your cabinet last semester, you decided to get a job

but lets get real who the hell wants to work 

luckily the sweet old lady who owns the cafe down the block from your campus recently decided to go 24 hours

which meant more shifts available 

and meant you could maybe eat something besides ramen noodles and god was that a blessing. 

luckily you had afternoon classes, so working the night shift wasn’t an issue, plus it was only ever just you and a few customers, so the shift was quiet, peaceful, and you could get extra studying in when customers weren’t bothering you. 

for months working there it was peaceful, almost too peaceful, on the verge of being mind-numbingly boring

the only people who ever came in were miserable college students and old men who played bingo in the back 

until a week before finals, a boy who looked like he hasn’t slept in a billion years came stumbling inside, making all types of noise and heavy rap music blasting through his headphones, ruining the previously peaceful atmosphere

he doesn’t look like the type of boy to be in a coffee shop

he had this rugged look about him, hair an absolute mess and shoved inside of a beanie messily, his clothing a bit oversized and hanging off his body, and an adidas duffel bag alongside his backpack hanging off his shoulders 

probably an athlete of some sort 

he was your only customer you had all night 

the boy clearly lacked sleep, after he threw all his shit on a random table in the corner of the cafe, he stumbled over towards the counter eyes lazily meeting yours

as cliche as it is, the moment his eyes landed on your face, it’s like a surge of energy ran through his body 

he immediately straightened his figure, clearing his throat before trying to smile nicely, his previously pale face warming up to a shade of pretty pink

“h-hi..” he mutters nervously, and you greet him nicely with what you’ve been trained to say to everyone that walks in.

“hello! what can i get for you tonight? we’re doing a promotion for our night owls, free refills on all lattes after midnight!” you say with a bright smile and you swear you see him melt right then and there before he shakes his head and lets out of small laugh

“honestly, i don’t even really like coffee.” he admits and you turn your head in a bit of confusion

“so what exactly are you doing at a coffee shop?” you ask amusedly, and the boy with eye bags deeper than oceans looks up to meet eyes with you and maybe it was you melted that this time

he was... cute, dare you say the cutest boy you’ve ever seen, although you know most people wouldn’t consider this look he was sporting to be too attractive... i mean the boy had a hole in his shirt and his hair looks like it hasn’t been brushed in days

“well there’s one thing i hate more than coffee.” he says simply, taking off his beanie briefly and running his fingers through his hair 

and just fuck it killed you 

“it’s getting kicked off the dance team because i’m failing organic chemistry. also now that i’m here, a pretty face like yours is definitely a reason to stick around” he says with a wink. 

god where the hell did this boy come from 

it was ass o clock and he clearly hadn’t slept in what looked like days but the flirtatious parts of his brain were working harder than the u.s marines.  

you stammered on your next words, cheeks dusting a slight pink, “u-uh-””

“i just need something that will wake me up, i have a quiz at noon tomorrow and i haven’t studied at all, whip me up something real good yeah?”

in with that he drops a bill on the table, saying a quick keep the change babe before he winks one last time, turns around and heads back to his seat

well its safe to say your kidney imploded 

why was he so ridiculously attractive? 

you couldn’t even move for a few moments after he walked away, and you swore you heard chuckles coming from his corner of the cafe, the little shit was amused by it all wasn’t he?

shaking your head, you start queueing up an order for your favorite latte on the menu with the most amount of caffeine possible. the boy looked dead, he’d need lots of it.

how exactly were you going to even give the boy his damn drink

even pushing the buttons for placing his order had your face burning red 

nonetheless you make the drink to the best of your ability, never bothering to care about measurements but fuck when its a customer that beautiful? suddenly you love your job, call you the world’s finest barista. 

while the coffee brewed, you couldn’t help but gaze dazedly at the boy across the room. 

he came here to study but it looked like he was already knocked out cold, head resting in his arms, his face completely exposed and you just abashedly admired his charms and beauty from afar. 

when the drink was finally done, you almost didn’t want to move his figure, but if the mountain of papers next to his body was anything to go by, he needed to be up and working.

you nudge him slightly, “white chocolate mocha with five shots of espresso.” you state simply, proud of yourself for not stuttering

his eyes slowly open, falling onto you and the cup in your hands 

he smiles kindly at you, thanking you before taking the drink out of your hands 

“let me know if you like it, if there’s any changes you want made I can fix it no problem!” thank goodness for all the training and practice you’ve had saying your directed lines, if it wasn’t for the training you’d probably be stumbling over every syllable. 

he takes a sip, and instantly his eyes widen.

“woah, i don’t even like coffee, but this is fucking amazing.” he compliments and you smile at him gratefully before taking your leave back behind the counter

the rest of the night is slow, just the sound of the boy typing away at his computer and the occasional turn of a page as you try to cram through reading a literature essay. 

“ahem”

you look up, it’s the boy again, a mischiveous smile on his face 

“could i get that refill?” he asks but there’s a lilt to his voice, something that makes you feel like he’s onto something, but you just nod regardless, turning around and whipping it up for him

he takes it thankfully and winks again

you go back to your essay 

fifteen minutes pass, and you hear footsteps walking towards the front counter again

“refill?” he says with a grin and you tilt your head slightly, “i just gave you one?” 

“i already finished it, it’s free refills after midnight right?” 

“well yeah but-”

“okay so i’d like a refill on my white chocolate mocha latte with five shots of espresso.” he says with a stupid grin and you find yourself getting slightly annoyed with the boy and his antics but nonetheless you turn around and prepare another drink for him

this goes on for another hour

you’ve made him like eight drinks

and god knows how he hasn’t exploded from all the liquid in his system

it isn’t until 4am, just an hour before your shift ends that the boy finally rises out of his seat, nine drinks later, stretching 

he begins packing up his stuff and you can’t tell if you’re relieved or kind of upset that he’s leaving. 

he stops by the counter one last time before he goes, sliding a paper your way 

“y’know i ordered all those drinks in hopes that you’d write your number down on one of them, but, seems like you didn’t get my drama reference.” that dumb smirk is back on his face and your face is burning up again, a laugh slipping past your lips

“instead of abusing me at work like this, you could’ve just asked for my number, you know that right? i went through like a pound of coffee beans and a carton of creamer because of you.” 

“and to think every cup was delicious to the last drop... you need a raise, really.” he slides a piece of paper toward you, “text me and maybe i can make you coffee next time?”

“you dont even like coffee, do you even know how to make it?” 

“i’ll learn.” 

“just for me? wow what a charmer you are.” 

“i get that a lot.” he winks 

“is your eye okay? you’ve winked like fifty times tonight.” you tease

“technically it’s morning.”

“technically you’re irritating.” 

he chuckles at your sassiness.

“you’re cute. ... y/n?” he reads your nametag 

“hate to say it but you’re kind of cute too.....” you hesitate for a moment, realizing you dont know his name

“minho, lee minho, i gotta get going, but text me, or else i’m coming back here tomorrow and i’m gonna order a hundred cups this time.” 

“i’m going to ban you from ever coming back to this cafe.”

“you’d never.”

“what makes you so sure of that?”

“well, if you did, who would you stare at all night if i wasn’t here?” for fucks sake he winks again and even makes a kissy face before throwing his backpack over his shoulder

“text me!” is all he shouts before leaving and you cup your face trying to calm the heat in your cheeks

you do text him, in fact you talk for hours, but he still decides to come to bother you for another night and it seemingly never ends as minho becomes a regular at the cafe.

you aren’t complaining though, the night shift isn’t so lonely with him here. 

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