fawnlock meeting werejohn in his werewolf form, packless and roaming the forest. inviting him to share his nest, becoming friends and dashing all over the forest looking for exciting things to do
fawnlock waking up one night and finding a human curled up tight next to him, covered in scars, a big one through his shoulder. John finally content enough to transform back, but unaware it had happened whilst he was sleeping
John waking up to fawnlock sniffing his hair, going to growl playfully and hearing it wrong in his chest and realising his paws and tail are gone and everything is too much and most likely bolting from the nest
fawnlock finding him sulking by the lake, throwing stones. knowing he should comfort him but not sure how. saying the only human words he could think of, hoping it did something. ‘this is boring’ he’d overheard little humans saying it to their big humans whilst on visits to the forest, and had loved their sulky body language, it had been interesting to him. he didn’t know what it meant but he was sure he felt like that sometimes too. he wasn’t feeling sulky now, but maybe hearing human words would feel good to John right now.
John whipping around at the sound of fawnlock talking, and frowning at him. as if he cared that fawnlock was finding this boring. ‘yeah, well you don’t have to be here!’ raising his voice a bit. ‘pretend I didn’t shout that.’ fawnlock not bothered by John’s raised voice, walking closer. ‘this is… boring?’ with a smile
it was then John realised that was all he could think to say, he was in his own way trying to be comforting. ‘you don’t know what that means, do you?’ John smiling back. fawnlock grinning, showing teeth. ‘this is boooooring!’ John laughing despite being naked and cold in the middle of a forest without his pack, stood next to a fawn who was clearly going to need a few lessons in appropriate things to say in certain situations. it was something to do, atleast – he didn’t have anything else to do anymore, without his pack
So the only all-bird rehab center in North Texas is about to shut down…
I can’t even put into words how upset I am about this. Rogers Wildlife Rehabilitation has been open for almost twenty years, and is the only place in North Texas that takes in literally any type of bird if it’s been injured, orphaned, or otherwise incapacitated. They’re finally out of funds, and if they can’t come up with anything by April 2nd, they’re going to be forced to close their doors.
They’ve never turned away birds. Not when it’s a surprise 200 baby cattle egrets that’ve been orphaned because city planners thought they could cut down their homes and no one would notice. Not when it’s raptors with one good eye and in need of seven different antibiotics. Not even when it’s ducks that irresponsible parents won’t let their kids keep after easter. This is where anyone let me first get up close to birds. I mean, I’ve known I wanted to work with birds and wildlife since I was seven- I’m twenty four now, and halfway through an environmental science master’s and it’s a big reason I kept going.
I’ve been going to this place on and off for ten years, I was THIRTEEN when I started volunteering and seeing all the terrible things that happen to the birds that come in. Not just…hit by trucks, or caught in a hailstorm but parrots that have been left in foreclosed houses for weeks, and roosters that have come out of cock fighting rings and would otherwise be put down because the SPCA and humane societies don’t think they’re salvageable. There’s an emu that was raised there as a baby because no one wanted her. Her name’s Riley and I can’t even begin to comprehend what shutting the doors to the center would mean?
They don’t get government aid. They’ve been funded by the public donating and Kathy, the lady who owns the place, going through her retirement funds and savings and her social security to keep it running. She’s finally run out of money. Please, just reblog? Even if you can’t donate anything- and I know it’s a lot to ask for poor teenage/college kids to donate money that they don’t have, or struggling artists I know but maybe someone who can spare something will see it eventually? They need $200,000 to keep open for a year, if they stop paying workers. And they’re all willing to not get paid if it means these birds will have somewhere to go, somewhere to stay if they need it.
Please consider donating—even just a dollar. Even if you can just reblog it, perhaps one of your followers can help. A cause like this is very near and dear to my heart. I volunteer at International Bird Rescue in Los Angeles and places like these are run on a shoestring budget and rely almost completely from volunteer help.
