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Rare deepwater whale dies on Gulf Islands beach, the 2nd Panhandle whale death this summer

Annie Blanks - July 9, 2019

An extremely rare whale was found washed up on the beach on Gulf Islands National Seashore Monday afternoon, the second time in as many months that a rare deepwater whale has been found on a Panhandle beach and died as rescuers tried to save it.

The whale Monday was discovered on the beach at Gulf Islands, just east of Navarre Beach. The whale was a species of beaked whale, which is typically a deep-ocean whale and very rarely seen close to the Gulf Coast, according to Britany Baldrica, Emerald Coast Wildlife Refuge Marine Mammal Stranding Team coordinator.

“They are a very, very offshore, deep-diving species, they’re one of the deepest diving whales,” Baldrica said. “So we don’t see them close to shore ever, but this animal was extremely close to shore, which is an indicator it was very ill.”

The whale was alive when it beached itself but died shortly after rescuers arrived on scene Monday afternoon. The Emerald Coast Wildlife Refuge is the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration's designated Marine Mammal Stranding Team for Escambia, Santa Rosa, Okaloosa and most of Walton counties, and a team of around 10 volunteers and employees responded to the scene. A necropsy will be performed Tuesday to determine its cause of death.

First whale death: Florida tourists band together to try to save beached Pygmy Sperm Whale in Walton County

On May 29, a rare pygmy sperm whale was found washed ashore on Blue Mountain Beach in Walton County, alive but very sick. The 12-foot creature eventually died while being cared for on the beach and was taken for a necropsy, the results of which have not yet been released, according to Baldrica.

Humans likely harmed, not helped, the sick whale

The 13-foot female beaked whale found Monday had been swimming close to shore since as early as the morning and had likely beached itself several times and been pushed back into the water by humans before someone called for help, according to Navarre Beach Fire Rescue Chief Danny Fureigh, who responded to the scene along with the fire department.

Summer boost: Navarre Beach lifeguard program gets boost from county during busiest summer yet

Those who pushed the whale back into the water likely had good intentions, but they did more harm than good, Fureigh said.

“People just need to leave it alone, don’t try pushing it back into the water, it doesn’t need human interference,” he said. “We had several reports of this certain whale trying to push itself further down, and people kept pushing it off. They really didn’t help it at all, they hindered it.”

Baldrica said humans should never try to push a marine mammal back into the water if it has beached itself. Marine mammals strand, or get stuck on the beach, when they're in severe distress and it actually could save their lives, she said.

“These animals strand because they’re either extremely ill or injured. There’s a reason dolphins and whales don’t show illness out in the wild, that’s how predators prey on them,” Baldrica said. “So instead of showing illness, they’ll actually beach themselves, because then they don’t have to fight off predators. So when you push the animal back into the water, there’s a better chance for them to get attacked by predators, and it exhausts them even more.”

By the time the Emerald Coast Wildlife Refuge was called for help between 2 and 3 p.m., the whale was extremely sick and exhibiting signs of weakness. It passed away after rescuers arrived but just before a veterinarian arrived on scene, but the Marine Mammal Stranding Team was able to collect critical blood samples that will further help biologists determine the animal's cause of death.

The half-ton whale was loaded on to the back of a pickup truck and taken to the Dauphin Island Sea Lab in Alabama, where a necropsy is scheduled to be performed today by ECWR technicians.

Michelle Pettis, a wildlife rehabilitator with the refuge, said it wasn't immediately clear what may have led to the whale's death.

“There were definitely certain marks on it, possibly shark bites, and other external wounds, but nothing severely significant where you could say, 'That’s the key point,’” Pettis said.

The results from the beaked whale's necropsy will be compared with results of the pygmy sperm whale's necropsy to determine if the two deaths were somehow related.

It's unclear if whale deaths are related to dolphin deaths

The rare whales' deaths come as bottlenose dolphins are dying in the Gulf of Mexico at triple the average rate for this time period. According to NOAA, between Feb. 1 and July 5 — the last date for which data is available — 289 dolphins have stranded along the northern Gulf of Mexico, including in Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama and the Florida Panhandle.

The dolphin strandings have confounded scientists and prompted NOAA to declare an "unusual mortality event," or UME.

A UME is defined under the Marine Mammal Protection Act as "a stranding that is unexpected; involves a significant die-off of any marine mammal population; and demands immediate response."

Baldrica said it's unclear whether the dolphins' deaths are related to the whales' deaths, especially because dolphins live so much closer to shore than the whales do. But scientists are looking at any possible links.

“A lot of things we’re looking at with the dolphin die-off is the increase of freshwater in the Gulf of Mexico, as well as a blue-green algae breakout and human interaction-related cases,” Baldrica said. “With all of that, the inshore species are dealing with a loss of prey, so they’re preying on animals or fish they don’t normally prey on. So a lot of things are issues that affect mammals close to shore, whereas the whales are so far offshore, it’s hard to say whether they are related.”

If you see a whale, dolphin, manatee or any other marine mammal or animal stranded on the beach, it's important to not touch the animal in any way or try and push it back into the water. Instead, keep your distance and call the FWC immediately at 1-888-404-3922 or use the FWC app.

The FWC will dispatch the closest Marine Mammal Stranding Team to the area to assist with rescue.

“If anyone ever sees anything abnormal with dolphins or whales or manatees, or if anyone has any questions about behavior, just call the FWC immediately,” Baldrica said. “That’s the best thing for the animal, and it’s the best thing for everyone involved.”

#news #wild #death #cetacean #whale #beaked whale #stranding

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fanartfunart · 6 years

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A Little Daydream

*puts this here and runs away* OK writing. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. (also, links to some pieces of the art is embedded in here because, yeah, some of it I’ve drawn small snippets of. Here’s context. HEH.) YEET.

Summary: Daydream AU- Local Unicorn, Patton, was strolling through the wilderness when he hears some disturbances in the pattern of life. Roman is quite distressed at encountering some magical beings.

Ships: N/A, Platonic Logicality? I guess?? (idk, open to interpretation I would say.)

Warnings: Roman hit’s his head and falls on the ground....think that’s it. Tell me if I should tag anything!

Words: 2495 (ish. I edited a little since I last checked...)

Patton was having a fairly normal day. Just wandering around, enjoying the day. Fall had settled into the kingdom, and the near laziness of summer was starting to wear off for most. A fresh breeze pulled the smell of the last rain through the kingdom. The sun warmed his back with a golden glow. The wash of the river filling his ears. Even some of the animals of the forested grove took time to greet him out of their busy days.

Patton trotted along the riverbed, greeting the busy creatures and occasionally helping them collect their winter needs. He didn’t particularly need to do anything in preparation for winter, his plans would stay the same as they were last year and the years before.

His ears flicked up and toward a loud ruckus of movement. He let out a huff of a breath, frowning. A human or two, most likely, were running through the forest and causing a mass exodus of wildlife. Patton shook his head and weaved further into the treeline as his precaution and continued along. He kept careful attention to his footing as he moved.

“Stop!” came a shout. Patton whipped his head towards the voice. The snap of branches and twigs underfoot seeming to echo through the nearby clearing.

“Roman!” the voice shouted, “Stop!”

A shout rang out as a slide of rocks tumbled down into the river waters. Patton watched the human in a blur of white attire crash into the water, apparently not stopping fast enough before he hit the riverbed, and disappear under the waves. He was moving before he could think and dived into the water.

Shapeshifting, at this point, was normal for him. He was vaguely aware his form had changed, that, instead of hooves, a pair of webbed paws pushed through the water. It was normal, nearly instinct at this point.

He let the momentum of the water pull him toward the individual in white and collected him with his mouth before his form was changing again and he stood, belly deep in water. He tilted his head up, holding the human by its coat, and tried, as careful as he could manage, to get out of the rushing water without slipping.

The climb back up was awkward and made him heavily aware of his hooves and ankles, bending in awkward directions from the rocks. He pushed himself up and carefully set the human down before shaking himself off.

He huffed out a breath and glanced down at the creature that was wet and tired looking, and… He pushed it gently with a hoof. Asleep. He could distantly hear the sounds of the other human and it did not sound happy. Patton frowned at his new human and picked it up, throwing the creature somewhat haphazardly onto his back. He trotted along and hopped when the human woke up that it wouldn’t be too distressed.

Roman groaned, a jostle of movement plaguing his senses.

“Wha-” Roman’s eyes finally let him take in the sight of a horse’s forelegs, while his ears began to register a voice chattering away.

“I haven’t met many humans, however, so maybe you’ll be the nice kind! I wonder if we could be friends! Oh, you might want to go back home though. I don’t think I’d do too well in the settlements you have. Perhaps I could visit.”

Roman sat up and stared at the horn protruding clearly from the animal’s head.

“Oh, you’re awake!” Patton announced brightly, turning his head to look at him.

Roman screamed. Patton abruptly jolted, and Roman was on the ground before he could register he’d been bucked off. Patton froze and turned around, facing Roman with sympathy in his wide eyes.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry! Are you okay? You just startled me, that’s all. I hope I didn’t hurt you!”

Roman took in frantic breaths as he watched the unicorn (A real-life unicorn!) lean down to look at him. Talking to him! “You- what- How?”

Patton smiled, which was an odd expression on a horse (unicorn)’s face, but somehow seemed reassuring. “I assumed you were running away from the other human-person and you fell into the water and I think you hit your head, which should have healed ok by now, and I decided to take you with me until you woke up!”

“You’re talking. A unicorn- is talking to me.”

Patton laughed and the unicorn’s large form shifted into a human one, “Is this better?”

Roman’s eyes only widened, “You can shapeshift?” he screeched, scrambling backward.

Patton smiled brightly and nodded, glancing down at himself, inspecting the fabric of his shirt. He glanced at Roman, “Yep! It’s kinda fun!”

Roman shook his head and let himself fall onto his back, covering his eyes with one arm, “Am I dead?”

“No?” Patton said, leaning over him, “I’m fairly sure you’re alive.”

Roman let out a heavy breath and blinked a few times. He nodded, head bobbing faster as he began to sit up, “Okay, okay,” he swept his hands out as he let out another breath, “Alright, I got this. I’m cool. Cool as butter.”

Patton tilted his head, brow furrowed, “Feeling okay?”

Roman nodded and stood up, feet wavering under him. He held out his hands as if pleading for the ground to allow him to stay standing. Roman glanced up at the face of the- “Oh my gods you look kinda like me.”

“Oh do I?” Patton patted his face and frowned, “I don’t usually think too much about it- Should I-”

“Don’t change it-” Roman yelled, voice squeaking. He held out a shaky hand, “Just-” he let out a breath, “I’ll adjust easier to- this- than to seeing you do that again.”

Patton gave a gentle smile and shrugged, “Alrighty.”

Roman then began to inspect the area around him. Eyes flickering over the terrain, brows furrowed in concentration.

“I’m Patton. By the way.”

“A pleasure to meet you Patton,” he said distractedly, kneeling down to touch a plant.

Patton leaned down next to him, “What’s your name? Can’t keep calling ya’ ‘human’.”

Roman turned, eyeing him, “You understand how strange that sounds, correct?”

“Well, I don’t have anything else to call you!” Patton said, pouting as he put his hands on his hips.

Roman sighed, “You may address me as-” he paused, eyes focusing on the ground. He stood and dusted off his pants. He glanced at Patton, “Ah. Roman. Yes, that will suffice.”

“Oh, right, that was what the other hu- I mean person,” Patton corrected himself slowly, “-was calling you.”

Roman forced a smile of sorts and nodded, “Yes. That’s my name.” Roman let out a laugh and inspected a leaf with far too much interest.

“I’ve heard it before that too,” Patton muttered, tapping his chin in thought, squinting over at Roman.

Roman stiffened. “Where are we?” he complained loudly, twirling to look at Patton.

“Uh-” Patton glanced around, “A forest?”

“You brought us here!”

Patton made an uneasy laugh of a sound, “I- get lost easy.”

Roman trudged along the path, kicking dirt and twigs as he walked. He cringed at the sound of Patton mirroring him and giggling.

“Why?” Roman shouted, turning to face him, “May I ask! Are you following me?”

Patton looked up, “Do you prefer walking alone?” He tilted his head like a puppy at the question.

Roman raised a finger, opening his mouth with an indignant sound. He let out a huff and turned back around. Patton smiled and jogged over so he was next to Roman.

“Where are you going? Home? Where do you live?”

Roman folded his arms around himself, fingers running over the raised patches on his shoulders, “Nowhere.”

“You can’t go nowhere, and surely you don’t live ‘nowhere.’ Even I live somewhere.”

“And where is that?” Roman said, turning slightly to look at Patton.

“Home is wherever I am!” Patton announced cheerfully, “Today, this forest shall be my home.”

“What about your family?” Roman said quickly, brows furrowed, “Friends?”

Patton blinked, “I make friends easily. Everyone can be a friend if you treat them like one!”

Roman glanced back down at the path, “Not everyone,” he mumbled. Patton tilted his head, concern written on his face. He took in a breath to speak before deciding against it.

Roman looked up at the sky and flickered into a smile, “Alright, I think we better get some food and shelter before the night falls.”

Patton smiled brightly, “I’m great at finding food!”

“Alright,” Roman announced, “Then I’ll collect things for a fire and some shelter.” Roman turned to find Patton replaced by a very excited unicorn, and he yelped.

“Warn me next time!” Roman complained.

Patton gave a sympathetic smile, the horn on his head glowing brightly. He bent his head down and glanced up, “Ooh, perfect!” he announced and with a flick of his tail, began to trot through the forest.

“Just remember to come back here!” Roman yelled after him.

“Okay!” Patton yelled back.

Roman rolled his eyes. “He better not bring back grass.”

He let out a heavy sigh and glanced around, “Alright. How the hell do I make a fire?”

Roman had collected himself an assortment of wood, moss, leaves and various other items to set up a shelter for himself and his new friend. He frowned at his collection. It was not enough to cover a horse. Roman let out a frustrated huff and let it all drop. He brushed down his jacket, the white of the fabric turned green and brown in several areas.

A buzz of sound. Like the wingbeat of a rather large insect. Roman frowned, eyes darting over the region. For a moment, he was certain he was siking himself out. In the corner of his eyes, a blur of motion. Roman froze, eyes watching for whatever it was.

He heard it again and shifted quickly to find himself face to face with a fairy. The winged being looked rather offended by Roman blocking his intended path.

“Don’t turn me into a frog! Please!” Roman cried quickly. If there was one thing he knew about fairies and fae it was that they were not to be trifled with.

The fairy's stoic and annoyed expression turned into one of confoundment.

“Turn you-” Roman’s eyes widened as the fairy lifted his arms, wings a flurry of motion as he hovered in front of him. Roman took an instinctive step back.

“How!” he shouted, “Do you understand the scientific impossibility of such an act? It’s essentially shapeshifting! It makes no sense!”

Roman furrowed his brow, tilting his head, the fairy continued, now pacing in the air, “I can comprehend the idea that shapeshifters themselves have some genetic flexibility wired into their DNA to the point that they can manipulate their genetic sequence to become that of another being.”

The fairy paused and turned to look back at Roman, practically livid, “But you are a human and I am a faerie. It would make no sense!” By then the fairy’s voice began to sound like high-pitched bells, either too high or too small for Roman to properly make out.

“‘M back!” Patton announced, with a mouth full of... something in a basket. (Where did he get a basket?) Roman looked past the fairy towards Patton. Patton dropped his basket and gasped. The fairy had turned, and the unicorn and fairy met each other halfway. Patton crouched down so that he was at eye level with the creature, a smile breaking across his face.

“Logan!” Patton announced happily, his tail swishing with excitement, more like a dog than a horse in Roman’s mind. Unicorns were beginning to confuse him.

The fairy's voice was still unregistrable to Roman’s ears, but he could tell he was talking...maybe yelling actually. Roman frowned, the fairy was probably talking bad about him, wasn’t he? Patton looked at him with intent and interest before announcing, “Ooh! Ooh! I can do that too!”

Roman at first thought that Patton had entirely disappeared. Until he noticed the second small being flying in an excited manner. Roman leaned down only for Patton to grow in size, a sheepish smile on his face, “I think I surprised him a bit.” Roman glanced down, finding a small fairy lying limp in Patton’s palm.

“Did you kill him?” Roman announced loudly, pulling on his hair.

Roman watched Patton and Logan chat, voices too quiet or high or something for Roman to hear. He let out a loud sigh before muttering, “Excuse me. What is happening?” Roman asked, frowning down at the pair.

Roman gulped when the motions from the two blue-winged creatures paused and he could feel the color drain from his face as the fairy- Logan- was now much taller than him.

Logan tilted his head and looked Roman over, “Patton,” he said, voice sounding cold, yet casual, eyes still fixed on Roman. Roman glanced towards the unicorn (who was once again a unicorn, thankfully). Patton had a small smile on his face as he stood beside them, eyes looking between them. “Care to properly introduce me to your human?”

Roman made a series of noises and Patton smiled brightly, “Oh! Yeah! This is Roman, Roman, this is Logan. Oh hey, your names rhyme!”

A chill ran down Roman’s spine as Logan continued to stare down at him. The fairy’s lips turned up into a small smile. “Yes, it is quite amusing that our names rhyme. I quite like rhymes, don’t you Roman?”

He furrowed his brows, hoping his confusion didn’t show on his face.

“You are aware of what a rhyme is, yes?”

“Of course!” Roman announced, “I was just-” Roman swallowed down the rise in his voice’s pitch and let out a calming breath, “I- was just- put off guard. Is all. I didn’t know that Patton was friends with a-”

Logan quirked a brow and Roman wanted to fold in on himself.

“Logannnn,” Patton said chided playfully, “You’re scaring himmmm.”

“I am not,” Logan said, a matter of factly.

“Are too,” Patton said, pushing his lower lip into a heavily exaggerated pout. He stopped a hoof, punctuating his point.

Logan groaned loudly and readjusted his glasses. “My apologies, Roman, it appears I have frightened you in some manner and it was not my intention. I will not curse or harm you in any way, as I am sure Patton will ensure.” Logan turned towards Patton, “Does that suffice?” Patton nodded and Logan let out a huff of a sigh, shrinking and sitting on a twig Roman had collected.

“How do you know each other?” Roman gawked, looking between them with wide eyes.

Patton paused a moment before blinking and smiling, “Oh, we were kids. He helped me with some magical-ness and we just- pow- took off as friends!”

Logan furrowed his brow, giving the unicorn a small frown before he glanced back towards Roman.

Roman was looking up, the branches of the trees rustling as the cool winds fluttered through them. The moon rising overhead. “Uh... do you know how to build a fire?” Roman muttered, “I am,” he bit his lip, “mostly clueless as to the process.”

Patton shook his head.

Logan regarded Roman quietly before he stood up, balancing on his twig, “I am aware of the practical application of fire-building.” Logan jumped off the twig and grew to a larger size, “Would you appreciate my assistance?”

Roman looked the fairy over, “For what purpose to you?”

“The pleasure of teaching an individual such as yourself, practical skills?”

Roman glanced toward Patton. He sighed heavily and leaned back, “Finnee.”

Daydream AU taglist:

@importantrunawaystudentstuff @phantomofthesanderssides @nightmarejasmine @bunny222 @sealover89 @taleofacomet @syleon-lover-crazyfangirl1415 @justanotherpurplebutterfly @i-have-n0-idea-what-im-d0ing @anonymous-gay-rainbow164 @thefallendog @khadij-al-kubra @pandagirl0730 @princeanxious @punch-you-with-friendship @spookilyfingergunsoutofexistence @pendulumtess @patton-in-name @ab-artist

I....I don’t know if I should tag my gen. art tag?? it’s not art?? but...they might also want to see this?? Fudge it. I’m doing it. If you don’t wanna be tagged in writing just lemme know.

@famders-positivity-blog @teacupfulofstarshine @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 @punsterterry @i-will-physically-fight-you @youreacherry-blossom

Also, since I’m being brave: @broadwaytheanimatedseries

Since you asked about how they meet Roman. Virgil’s next. Don’t worry.

#Daydream AU #writing! yay!#don't kill me!#tell me if you like it...please #Unicorn!Patton #Fairy!Logan #Prince Roman #Roman Sanders #Logan Sanders #Patton Sanders #Sanders Sides #FanArt writes

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chaoticbeanz · 6 years

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New Crush?! (2-?)

Summary- Sometimes you can have a crush on someone you least expect.

Pairing- Peter Parker x Stark! reader

Warning- cursing (a little)

Word Count- 2770

A/N- Hope you enjoy. If you have any requests, I will do my best to try to make them happen.

Y/n knows that Spider-Man was recruited by Tony but doesn’t know it’s Peter.

The picture is of your necklace

*Thoughts in italics*

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Masterlist

~General~

School was finally done for the day and Peter couldn’t leave fast enough. As soon as he was out of the building, he went to do what he always did. Go to his favorite deli and get a sandwich. After that well, you know what he does. He changes into his suit and starts patrolling, swinging around from building to building.

“Hey Karen, got anything for me?”

“Mr. Stark has not left any messages.”, the AI in his suit replies, “How was school?”

“Eh, the same as usual.”

“Have you told Y/n how you feel yet?”, Karen asks abruptly. That threw Peter off. Sometimes he forgets that he told her about his crush and often regrets it. “What?! No Karen, I haven’t and frankly I probably never will.”, Peter continues to swing but with less enthusiasm. He hates thinking about how much he likes Y/n and will never have a chance with her. Hell, he’s never even talked to her and today he blew that opportunity when she smiled and him and he didn’t even smile back.

His thoughts were interrupted by Karen speaking again, “Why not Peter? From what you have told me about her, she would be a lucky girl to have you.”

“Thanks Karen, but let’s focus now. It’s Spidey-time not Peter-time.”

While Peter was out swinging around, Y/n was still at school. She had volunteered to help Liz Toomes with this years homecoming decorations. Since the whole incident with her father last year, kids at school treated her different when she returned to school. Acting like she knew about the whole thing. But not Y/n, she knew that Liz had nothing to do with her father’s actions and instead of being fake to her,-because she knew what that felt like-she ended up befriending her over the course of the school year. Like how MJ had befriended her.

~You~

I was walking into the gymnasium looking for Liz but could not find her. I walked up to a girl I recognized from one of my classes. “Hey Maddison, have you seen Liz?”

“Uh I think I saw her over there.”, without looking the girl had pointed across the gym. When I looked again I had found Liz painting a huge banner all by herself. That pissed me off because no one was or wanted to help her. Bunch of fucking assholes. I called out to her as I walked toward her. Liz turned her head at the sound of me. She smiled and stood greeting me with a hug.

“Happy birthday Y/n!”

“Thank you Liz”, I say as we let go of each other.

“I’m glad you came. Now I don’t have to wait to give you your present.”, she said happily as she turned to her book bag to retrieve my gift.

“First MJ with a cupcake now you. Liz, you know didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I wanted to and besides what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t get you anything.”, Liz protested.

I just shake my head and sigh. It’s not that I don’t like gifts-I love them, especially when they’re meaningful-it’s just that….well. Given who my father is, I could have anything and everything if I wanted to. If I let him, he’d spoil me rotten but I convinced him that it would only raise suspicions and all the money he could be spending on me can go to something more important. And his response is always the same, “You’re what’s most important to me in this entire universe, Y/n. And nothing will ever change that.”

“I hope you didn’t spend a lot of money Liz.”, I warn her. She turns around and hands me an envelope. “I didn’t have to.”, she smirks. I gave her a look that said really? I open the envelope and inside was what seemed to be a ticket. I take it out and read it:

Stark Wildlife Preservation charity event Friday, 28th Bronx Zoo @ 7pm

My eyes widen,”How did you get this?!” On the outside I looked shocked-well because I am- but on the inside I was panicking. This charity is my other birthday present from my dad. He knows how much I love animals. So technically it’s my charity event. How does Liz get a ticket for it!? More importantly, how am I gonna explain that I was already going without telling her the truth. I refuse to lie to her or MJ. I may be keeping my father’s name a secret but I have never lied about anything I have said about him.

“My friend Peter Parker has an internship with Tony Stark so he has access to go to events like this. He was able to ask Mr. Stark for tickets for us to go.” Odd? Dad never mentioned an internship program otherwise I would have joined to spend more time with him. I’ll have to ask him about it later.

“Us?”, was all I could get out at the moment.

“Yeah. Me you MJ and Peter’s best friend Ned. Oh and his aunt May, she’s chaperoning.” Oh god, I think I’m going to pass out. “Liz, this is amazing but I can’t accept this.” I am freaking out right now. I put the ticket back in the envelope and try to give it back to her but she refuses to take it. “You can and you will, Y/n. I know how much you love and care about animals. This is a charity for them and to top it off it’s being held at the Bronx Zoo.”

I look at the envelope. I am again reminded the kind of friend she is. Like MJ, she actually pays attention to me and doesn’t just brush me off. Her doing this for me reminds me that she cares about me. They both do.

I look at Liz and give her the biggest smile ever, “This has to be the best gift you could ever give me. Thank you.” I give her another hug then put the envelope in my messenger bag then put it next to hers. “Now. How bout we paint this huge-ass banner?” I needed a distraction right now. Well actually I need a plan. I have to talk to dad and figure this out. The idea of telling MJ and Liz so soon makes me wanna throw up. What if they don’t want to be friends with me anymore? Then I’ll truly be alone. To me, that’s worse than death. Ugh I need to get out of my own mind.

“Hey Liz, since those two guys you mentioned are also gonna be at the charity; why don’t you invite them to come to my house tonight? I mean only if they would want to, that way I can meet them beforehand.”

Liz giggles, “I’m pretty sure you’ve seen Peter and Ned around school before. They’re on the decathlon team, but yeah I can talk to them and see if they want to come.” “Cool”

We both finished the banner then headed out of the school walking separate ways. On my way home I decided to stop by my favorite bakery and get a donut-which was free because it was my birthday-to eat later. Putting my headphones on, I tune out the loud people and car horns. I wish I knew that that was gonna be a bad idea.

~Peter~

Today was a slow day. One car thief, a cat stuck in a tree...twice, and old lady asking for directions, and one attempted mugging. I’m currently sitting on the edge of a building eating my sandwich from earlier and switching out my web fluid. Because I am still in the open, I have my mask half up so I can eat. Once I was done and refilled my web shooters, my phone started ringing. The caller id said Liz Toomes. I answered it. “Hey Liz”

“Hey Peter, are you busy tonight?”

“Uh not particularly. Why?” This is weird. Liz never calls me.

“Well first off I wanna say thank you for the extra ticket for the charity. She loved it” She? I thought Liz was bringing a boyfriend. “Secondly, if your not too busy she having a small birthday celebration at her house and she invited you and Ned.” I was a little taken back. Me and Ned were being invited to hang out? “Uh sure sounds like fun. I’ll talk to Ned.”

“Oh I already called him, he said he’s coming and said I quote, ‘Tell Peter that if he doesn’t he’ll regret it.’ But I’ll text you the address. See ya.” I’d regret it? What was Ned talking about? Oh shit. I forgot to ask who was ‘she’. Oh well I guess I’ll find out when I go. My phone buzzed indicating I got a message. It was Liz and she sent a time and the address. Before I could think any farther, I heard yelling.

“Please! Help! Some one stop him!”

I pull my mask down and jump off the edge swinging toward the distress. It was a girl running after a guy who seems to be hold a bag which is probably hers. As she was gaining on him-wow she’s fast-I swing lower and just when I was gonna shoot a web at the thief, he fell over dropping the bag. Oh. Well that was easier than I anticipated. Swinging down, I landed next to the thief who was….convulsing? Like he had been shocked.

I look down at the bag. It had an embroidery patches of Stark Industries, the Avengers symbol and symbols that represented each Avenger. Next to the bag, stuff seemed to have fallen out. An envelope with the words ‘Happy Birthday’ written on it, a phone and a big book with ‘Stephen King IT’ sprawled on the cover. Could it be? No. This is just a coincidence. In the short time it took me to put the items back in the bag, I heard a voice and I froze.

“Better late than never huh Spider-Man!”

That voice, I’ve heard it before. My head snaps in the direction of the voice. Holy fuck! If I could shit a brick right now, I would. “Y/n!”, I whisper-yelled. She was the one who was getting robbed. She was now walking instead of running- there was no point of the guy was down. Even though she was catching her breath, having just sprinted to try to catch this guy, she still looked beautiful. Hair now in a ponytail though some strands had fallen due to her running, headphones resting on her neck, glasses falling ever so slowly from the thin layer of sweat that had formed. Still beautiful. Oh god she’s coming closer.

“Now’s your chance. Tell her how you feel, Peter.”, Karen tells me. “Not now Karen.”, I whisper back. I put her bag down so I can tie the thief up. As I was about to touch him, Y/n shouts, “No! Don’t touch him!” She lightly jogs over and bends down next to the guy. Her eyes scan the ground around us like she’s looking for something.

“I wouldn’t touch him, unless you wanna get shocked too. It should wear off soon though. Oh, there it is.”, she says a she picks up a small pendant that look familiar-but I can’t put my finger on it. Come on Parker, you can do this. Be cool.

~You~

There was no way I was gonna let my bag get stolen, so of course I ran after him. I shouted for someone to stop him but no one helped. This city is so fucked up. But then I remembered what my father gave me for situations like this. Or other situations should it ever happen. So I ran harder so I could get closer. And once I was I took the pendant from my necklace-which was designed to look like the arc reactor-pressed the center of it and threw it at the thief. It landed on his back and I watched as he fell over, convulsing. I stopped running-because there was no need to anymore-and tried to steady my breathing.

As I walked towards the paralyzed guy, a blur of red was seen swinging in the corner of my eye. Spider-Man. Though I’ve never meet him, I know that my dad recruited him during the time of the Accords but I don’t think he’s considered an official Avenger...yet. I watched as he swung and landed next to the thief. Seeing that his job was already done for him, he bent down and put things in my bag. I guess my stuff fell out.

“Better late than never huh Spider-Man!”, I shouted at him. He looked up in my direction. Of course I can't see his expression but I seemed like the white eyes of his mask widened. Like he was surprised. He left my bag on the floor and stepped closer to the stunned man. When I saw him reach out to the guy, I immediately yell to him. “No! Don’t touch him!”

Spider-Man stops and watches me jog to him and the man on the ground. Once I get there, I search for the pendant while telling Spider-Man why he shouldn’t touch him. After I find the pendant, I hear him speak for the first time. “What is that?”, Spider-Man asks and sounding genuinely curious. I stand up to show him it.

“An invention my father made. When activated it sends a wave of electricity through whatever its attaches to. Example being this guy, resulting in convulsion, temporary paralysis, and eventually he’ll pass out. Once the device releases the shock, it detaches itself and can't be used again.” I’m always proud of dads work.

“Wow. Your father must be a genius to be able to come up with this. It’s so small yet packs a punch.”

I look up at him-he’s only a few inches taller than me- smirking and laugh, “You have no idea.” If only he knew.

We looked at each other for a moment. I wonder what he looks like? Maybe he’s cute. He sounds like a nerd-considering how interested he was about the device.

“Uh well uh it seems like you didn’t even need my help.”, He laughs almost nervously referring to the passed out guy.

“And what if I actually did need your help and you didn't show up? What then Spider-Man? I would have lost my birthday presents.”, I smirk, crossing my arms then placing my hands on my hips. I couldn’t help but be a little sassy.

“It’s your birthday?” Oh fuck.

Realizing my mistake, I lowered my head, “I’m sorry. You weren’t supposed to know that.” Your so smart Y/n.

He bent down beside him, picked up my bag from the ground and handed it to me, “Well, happy birthday uh....”

As I took my bag, our hands brushed against each other. I looked up at him again. Did he feel that tingle? Probably not. I decided to ignore it and gave him a small smile, “Y/n and thank you Spider-Man.”

“Your welcome Y/n.”, he continues to look at me. God I wish I could see the expression on his face. “Well uh I should uh probably take this guy to the police station.”

“Oh yeah right. And I should really get home before my mother files a missing persons report.”, I joke as I place my bag on my shoulder. Spider-Man laughed then pointed at my bag, “Cool patches by the way.”

I just smile at him, “See you around Spider-Man.” I turn around and begin to walk away. Not even a few steps away I hear him speak.

“Stay outta trouble”, he says.

I turn around, walking backwards, “And what if trouble finds me?”

“Then I’ll find you.”

Whoa I was not expecting that answer. His response caused me to blush hard, hoping that I was far enough that he couldn’t tell.

Oh my god. Do I have a crush on Spider-Man?!

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🦌ABOUT ME🦌

🌲 north, he/they, 20 🌲 have been researching zoology and animal behavior since i was 5, it’s always been an interest of mine- i am not an expert but i have put in probably over a thousand hours of research and more and am always educating myself. 🌲 working towards pursuing a degree in zoology/ animal behavior/ marine biology 🌲 ATTENTION i have physical and psychiatric disabilities, cptsd and my blood disorder being the big 2 so please be patient with me. confrontation is also a trigger for me. i promise i am never going to be mean or rude when assessing videos or anything else, i’m a pacifist lol and my main goal with this blog is education about cervids 🌲 i’m not an expert though i know a LOT about deer, so please kindly inform me if i’m incorrect or there’s more to a situation. with that i always research my submissions

🦌TIER SYSTEM🦌

🔴 not ok/dangerous this is dangerous for the person, animal, or deer themselves involved and NOT okay at all.

🟡 take caution this is bordering dangerous and is not good. could be applied to situations that can escalate, usually overall neutral. might also be given to deer that look sick or injured

🟢okay/wild behavior this is where the deer are okay and everything’s all good! or when deer are engaging in natural wild behavior without human influence

⚪unsure not enough information is being given in the video/ i couldn’t find anything giving more info. if anyone does find anything more please let me know

🦌FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS🦌 (that i am predicting will be asked) 🍂 can i submit pictures of deer i see or anything else that’s not a video? yes please! show me your deer pictures, art, videos, anything! 🍂 can you diagnose the problem this deer is having? probably not, i’m not a vet. but i can try if the deer is showing obvious symptoms of something specific 🍂 can deer be befriended and kept as pets or can i feed them and have them bond with me? PLEASE no. deer are wild animals and you should treat them the same as interacting with any other wildlife- leave them alone. don’t feed them, try to touch them, run up to them, don’t do anything. if you think a deer is having a problem call animal control or a wildlife sanctuary in your area. don’t approach deer and when observing them, do it from a distance. if a deer comes up to you, stay still and if it starts getting too close, very very slowly back away while facing it. don’t make sudden movements. they can do serious damage if stressed or provoked. not every deer will want to run away. if it’s charging you, put a backpack or tree or something between you and always keep your eyes on the deer.

🍂 are baby deer (fawns) that are left alone abandoned and should i save them? will the mother reject the baby if it smells like a human?

no, does leave their fawns usually hidden somewhere while does go off and forage or do normal deer things. usually from dawn to dusk the fawn is hidden. the fawn isn’t abandoned, its instincts are to stay still and not move from that spot until their mom gets back. actually orphaned fawns will show signs of distress like ruffled fur, dull eyes, dehydration, flattened ears, and being underweight. in this case call animal control or your closest wildlife sanctuary/rescue. also no, the fawn won’t be rejected by its mother if it has your scent on it. you shouldn’t touch it or pick it up, though.

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[MF] The Man of the Forest https://ift.tt/3pmWMb6

The train bellows in the distance- running through the mountain pass like a dragon in the clouds. Smoke releases from the stack and rushes through the air. A man in the forest hears the sound of the technical beast- afraid due to his limited exposure to the advances of neighboring cities.

Everytime a train passes, the vibrations channel through the dirt. Sensitive to the nature surrounding him, the man feels each wheel rushing across the track. The vibrations that dissipate as distance increases still present the man with an earthquake sensation. Unnerved, the recluse curses under his breath when the train approaches his forest home.

Living alone in solitude can either make or break a soul. Since the man decided to reside in nature, he has felt a gracious tinge of relief. There are no neighbors in sight who may pass judgement or ridicule of the man. His way of life in the woods has brought him fresh air and plenty of provisions. He can fish from the nearby river or scavenge for berries. With a small home, the man doesn't need many logs to keep warm. His fireplace is suited for the entire flat.

Oh yes! Residing amongst the singing birds and the deer who share drinking water is living with good company. The man smiles as a squirrel scatters across his boot. Despite being from different species, the animals have seemed to not care about the man's presence. He is one of them- a forest dweller doing what he needs to stay alive.

Yet, what damage could this train bring? To both, the man and the animals, the train is a monstrous force. Where clear blue once existed, now black fog permeates through the sky. The disturbance is monumental. Only one decision could be made: move.

The man sighs with regret as he lays a hand on his home. Perhaps someday, another human would be able to withstand the noice of the technical beast and enjoy the house he crafted. Another human- another soul- who loves nature as much as the forest man. With that thought in mind, the man readies himself for a relocation.

The journey begins in spring, a comfortable time to begin building a home from nothing. With his supplies prepared, the man carries onward. He already knows that a new home would sit well by the riverfront. The trip to the river is about five miles through a tight forest. Care is crucial when walking, an unlucky encounter with a poisonous snake would put the man's journey to an end.

Regardless, he is confident trailing through the forest. As birds dart through turn brush, the man smiles- they are playful creatures. To the lone forest man, the birds remind him of children. After all, they are always flying to and fro with cheerful vigor. Honestly, the birds prove to be his favorite neighbors.

Once he reaches the river, the man continues to follow the water. He grabs a few pieces of dried meat from his pouch while searching for a place to craft his new home. After another few several miles, a clearing in the forest comes into view. The man laughs happily as he envisions a fresh log cabin- still very much alike to his old home- with a great view of the wild river.

Night ensues shortly so the man makes haste. For now, he must utilize a tent. The structure entails large branches and a rawhide cloth that the man brought. After the tent is set, the man builds a small campfire. Although he loves the wildlife, the man understands how dangerous nature can be at night. Fire wards away potential predators like bears of cougars.

The flames are as lively as the sound of the surrounding forest. The man sits around the fire and watches the flickers shoot up towards the stars. The contrast of the vibrant fire against a dark night overwhelms the man with sentiment. Life is beautiful and better when all is calm.

The man stands up and cracks his back. Tomorrow will be the beginning of hard but exciting labor. He lays inside his tent and thinks about how wonderful it will he to have a peaceful home again. There will neither be devilish trains to shake the earth nor black smog to disturb the balance. With beautiful thoughts in mind, the man quickly drifts into sleep.

The sun rises at dawn, painting the earth in light hues of red and pink. Once the morning birds begin their trill, the man finds himself awake. He opens his provision pouch and takes meat for breakfast. The campfire is low but at no cause for alarm. The man can safely leave without fear of causing a wild fire. Another good reason why working in the spring is beneficial- no summer heat to cause distress.

The man clutches onto a handmade axe. He finds a section of trees and begins to chop. Slowly but surely, he will have lumber to begin the foundation of the house. The process will last days and weeks. Fortunately, building a home in solitary is not new to the forest man. He understands the difficulties and bas the determination to prevail.

Time passes and the man stands in front of his new home. The cabin work is complete in midsummer. A feeling of relief warrants celebration. The man runs to the river and takes off his clothes. Cool water greats the man as he flops into the river. His swimming startles some fish who dart away. The man cannot help but to laughs- there's no need to be afraid especially since he isn't hunting. Of course, fish don't understand the difference between playing and preying.

After a good swim, the man returns to his cabin. He dries off and begins to cook some rabbit. Food always tastes better inside a home. There is no need to be afraid of bears coming through a solid door.

Finally! Peace is achieved!

At least that's what the man thought until several years later...

The sound of machinery begins to haunt the forest man. In the distance, trees have fallen to manmade construction in progress. As with the train, the vibrations of various trucks and tree cutting mechanics travel through the ground. The man's heart drops- not again!

Despite his age, the recluse decides to take action. He wants to know why the hell outsiders are causing destruction. The walk must take about half a day's journey, but is a necessary toll for this old man. Quickly, he gathers some provisions and a cane. With a bag over shoulder, the man begins to confront the disturbance.

He reaches the site before the workers pause for lunch. Surely, they were not expecting an angry old man walking to to them from the forest. The old man stumbles to catch his breathe. Once he found his ground, the man confronts a worker.

The cane slams against the ground to draw attention: "What do you all think you're doing!?"

The worker looks perplexed but unfazed: "Sorry old man, but you have to leave here. We're busy."

Outraged by the lack of decency, the old man continues to uproar: "How dare you all coming in here and destroying this beautiful forest! All of these trees have been here longer than you or me. They deserve to remain standing!"

The worker yells back annoyed and aggravated: "We're only doing our job! This trees are coming down. We will be working on fresh roads and a bridge. Look, this property all belongs to the state, and everyone has agreed to connect two cities together. That's how it's going to be and no old mountain man can stop production!"

The old man holds back bitter tears: "They have trains don't they? They don't need more roads! Already the trains have brought unrest. Now, with this project, more animals will be driven out of their homes!"

"Understand this," the worker harshly replies; "No one cares! When the work must be done, it will be done. Should more trees be chopped down, then they will be chopped down. The progression of towns and cities does not rely on trains alone. We need roads, we need construction! Now, go home old man and let me do my job."

The worker leaves with a hand shooing the old man away.

To see how little respect the workers have for the life that they are destroying hurts the old man's heart. Feeling defeated, the old man returns to his cabin. As night falls, so does the sound of construction. The old man opens his door weakly- the day's journey has been more difficult than he had thought.

He lays in bed without eating dinner. Looking up at the ceiling, the old man replays the scene of the construction site. Tears roll down his cheeks. He had believed that moving from his first home to a new location would bring him away from human interference. Yet, the contrary has been proven true- humans will continue to leave their mark. Regardless of the needs of nature, technology grows at a deadly pace.

Why can't there be balance?

The phrase crosses the old man's mind. He concludes that those workers were not people, but machines. After all, a human's role on this planet was designed to help support nature- not damage the life around them. Mulling over what was and what could be only creates more discomfort. The old man's love of nature is simply not shared by all.

Alas with the oncoming days of mechanical work, the old man understands that he has lost.

In the morning, the old man feels ill. He sits up in bed and coughs violently. Unfortunately, yesterday's journey left him weakened. The old man scrambles to get his cane. Walking slowly, he reaches the door. The beautiful river greats him as he steps outside.

On the other hand, he begins to hear the construction take place. More trees fall to the earth and the old man feels their vibrations. Overwhelmed by grief, the old man clutches his heart:

"Oh why can't they let me die in peace?"

Birds fly above overhead, singing in mourning for the dead As the river continues its course Unable to have remorse The old man had touched nature's heart For he would never from her depart Alas his soul give a final cry: "Why can't they love you as much as I?"

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