#and also at least the harness would be a future positive where as a collar is just wear this thing

[oxy-codone]

I get very weirdly emotional when i see the cat using the new cat trees we got him. he loves them so much and it makes me happy bc the old one was a bit small (he still used it but not as much) but he loves the big one... he lays on the platform and sometimes even in the lil house, he sits like a fucking lunatic on the smaller one by the side window. He's got more animal enrichment and he fuckin' DESERVES IT!!!!!

[smallfrost]

Homeostasis in Motherland: Fort Salem Part 2 - The Balance of Witchbomb

I had previously discussed how the structure of the magic system in MFS followed the Law of Equivalent Exchange. Specifically, that there is a balance interwoven throughout Motherland, and in order to create something, something of equal value must be given in exchange.

At first glance, though... it would appear as though Witchbomb defied the Law of Equivalent Exchange, that Raelle was healing people without consequence and that she was able to produce this huge energy source without giving anything in return. However, I am here to argue that these two apparent caveats are in fact WHY Witchbomb is a perfect example of maintaining homeostatic balance in MFS.

We previously discussed that uses of magic without an energy exchange can have catastrophic consequences. Adil told us this in 1x07 but we were also hinted this before the show even began, with BTS historical snippets including this one of Alder:

Ma’am, your indifference towards global warming is troubling

The left-hand column is blurry but reads “global climate destabilized by weatherwork” and can be found in this clip here from Freeform. So definitely, the over-use of magic has drastically pushed the world out of balance.

Raelle was an example of balanced energy exchange in this universe because her unconventional methods offered herself as a source of energy to be exchanged in return for healing others – prior to linking with the Mycelium, she always took on the illness, at least by a little bit, maintaining homeostasis by doing so. We were all curious about what Raelle’s link to the Mycelium would mean; the implications it would have. The old hypothesis was that it would impact the ecosystem around Fort Salem (and who knows, maybe it will in season 2). But what we do know now for certain is that Raelle’s connection with the Mycelium is sentient and eternal. She exchanged DNA with the Mycelium, linking with the “living death fungus.” So now, Raelle is able to heal people without taking on any of the illness, and that when she “died”, her emotional link with Abigail triggered Witchbomb, which eradicated the remaining Camarilla and, in its wake, left behind a plethora of new life (mushrooms sprouting).

Raelle: Abigail, we should start our own entertainment business, because you and me? We’re a blast.

Ngl, I never considered mushrooms to be that big a deal, but now they’ve started to grow on me

So how is the Mycelium working to maintain balance here? Well, Raelle usually took on the illness, sacrificing herself, using her own energy. Now, she is linked to the Mycelium, and it is instead offering itself as an energy source for Raelle. We see that when Raelle heals Khalida, the plague detaches and goes into the ground around them. Since the Mycelium is a network running under Fort Salem, we can infer that the plague is picked up by the Mycelium. This is immediately confirmed when we see Izadora dissecting mushrooms and looking at the Mycelium with utter dread as the black plague infiltrates.

*Insert confusion over the plague spore-adically detaching from Khalida*

Izadora playing her life-sized version of Pandemic, secretly nerding out over mushroom things

So now… we can infer that every time Raelle heals someone (Khalida, Tally’s broken leg, Tarim boy, etc.), the affliction is transferred to the Mycelium. She survives and is left unaffected. This could also explain why overdosing on Salva didn’t kill her – it was after her connection with the Mycelium was formed and it prevented her from dying by taking on most of the drug (hypothetically).

Raelle just really needs a vacation in season 2

So already, by using itself as an energy source instead of Raelle, the Mycelium is maintaining balance. But how was Witchbomb a result of this? Well it comes down to questioning, how is it possible for the Mycelium to retain all of this negative energy without any consequence? What balances negative? What balances death? The answer: Positive and Life. Therefore, my new hypothesis is that the Mycelium, due to its intimate connection to the underworld and its sentient nature, retained all of the negative energy taken on by Raelle’s fixing and refocused it. We know that mushrooms, as occupants of the underworld, can be brought forth utilizing the resonant energy of the freshly deceased. The Mycelium is likely functioning in a similar fashion by channeling all of the negative energy collected by Raelle into a massive energy source (almost like a battery) that with the appropriate trigger, could be released into the world, replacing death with life. Essentially, Witchbomb is a giant ‘Reset’ button to return the world to a balanced and homeostatic state after the scale had been pushed too far. It is a giant filtering system, taking the negative energy from Raelle’s healing and releasing it back into the world in a positive manner, and in this instance, bringing life to where there is none.

So therefore, I would guess that in order to access Witchbomb in the future, Raelle will need to “charge” it by healing numerous people. The more drastic the illness, the quicker the “bomb” will be charged. And then there is the question of the trigger. We know for sure that the sisterly love and friendship between Raelle and Abigail was enough emotional energy to trigger the energy release (though some people love to point out the link was with Raelle’s left hand, the one Scylla marked).

Raelle is extremely emotional, she lets her emotions run wild resulting in bouts of extreme magic.

You practice summoning tornadoes yet, High Atlantic? Cause our plot line has a great Twist…

Raelle Collar, making girls fall for her left and right without breaking a sweat

So, in season 2, we’re going to explore if there are additional emotional responses that can trigger Witchbomb and whether or not Raelle can control this trigger by controlling her emotions. I would bet money that eventually, the emotional linkage between Raelle and Willa (whether it’s hatred and anger initially or unconditional love later) would be enough. That Raelle’s love for the other third of her Unit, Tally, would be enough. And of course, the love she has for Scylla and their inevitable, emotional reunion, would definitely be enough. And if that’s the case, since linking with a blaster to create Witchbomb resulted in an actual, destructive explosion, could it be that Raelle generates a Witchbomb channeling the specialization of whomever she links with? Would linking with Willa create a “fixing” bomb, healing everyone instead of blasting them? Would linking with Scylla allow her to open a death current by harnessing sufficient energy that would only be possible during Beltane (or Samhein) otherwise? Or since Necro is so close to Fixing, would is similarly be a “fixing” bomb, literally bringing life from death (and I must credit @thefabfan10​ for these “fixing” and “death current” bombs, because it’s brilliant and I definitely agree). So, to build on these, would linking with Tally generate a Witchbomb that would allow them to see into the future or make a prophecy of sorts?

All in all, Witchbomb is a conduit and has the power to re-purpose negative energy into a positive force. It is the embodiment of balance and reminds us that nothing ever really dies. And in a universe where maintenance of balance may be integral to the survival of humankind, Witchbomb may be a solution to re-stabilizing the magic system (and it wouldn’t have been possible without Raelle and Scylla’s love).

[typhonserpent]

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Fandom: Dragon Age 2 Rating: Explicit, MAJOR trigger warnings for depictions of suicide, self harm, and death. Genre: Drama Pairing: Fenris/Anders Summary: Fenris catches on early to Anders’ suicidal plan. He’s seen so many slaves commit suicide before. He recognizes all the signs. Finally when Varric mentions Anders trying to give him his pillow, Fenris knows that there is little time left. He and Anders might not get on like the greatest of friends, but ten years does change people, and Fenris is set on rescuing Anders from himself.

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Fenris was 16 the first time he'd heard the word 'suicide' delicately danced around.

On hotter days, Danarius liked to dress him in a chain harness which looped around his chest several times and came together in a large emerald positioned over his heart. Danarius was, in fact, quite proud of the outfit, because the gem was enchanted to provide a barrier that made his usual chest plate unnecessary. Of course, the chest plate carried the added bonus of ensuring nobody thought Fenris was an easy target, and therefore was more practical to wear day-to-day. Nevertheless, private events sometimes called for different attire, preferably one that showed off the tattoos burned into Fenris' body. His best work of art, as he put it.

Fenris had been wearing that harness. The sweat dripping down his neck made his leather collar stick to his skin. Danarius was on the balcony, overlooking the Minrathos skyline. Sunlight bounced off of polished statues and brass roofs. Fenris poured more wine into his glass.

Pairian stepped out, and cleared his throat. He was an old elf, his hair all salt, no pepper. His collar was notably threadbare compared to Fenris', the leather's finish flaked and chipping along the edges. "Master?" Pairian said, stopping behind Danarius' chair, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm afraid I must inform you that we have lost Jamael."

Danarius heaved a sigh, rolled his eyes, and slammed his wine glass onto the table so hard that the base of it broke. Expensive liquid sloshed out as the body of the glass toppled and shattered on the balcony floor.

"How?" He growled without looking in Pairian's direction.

"We found him in the pantry when we realized he hadn't cleaned the banisters. He ..." Pairian paused with all the care of a man walking on eggshells. He knew the next words he spoke could be met with a whip, "He appears to have suffocated."

"Has the pantry been dug deeper? How in blazes did he suffocate?"

"The ... rope around his neck may have been the culprit. Master."

Danarius rolled his eyes again and stood, kicking aside some of the broken glass on the ground. "Fenris, fetch me another glass."

"Yes, Master." And without further ado, the obedient little wolf set down the wine bottle and bolted for the kitchen.

It had been only a few months since the lyrium ritual gave him his markings and stole his memories. He didn't know if he'd known Jamael before then. Perhaps they'd been friends. After all, Jamael had been friendly enough towards him. Sunlight bled through the windows and illuminated every other stride he took as he ran, barefoot, down the halls of Danarius' huge manor.

He reached the kitchen to be greeted by a small crowd at the entrance. A stretcher had been fashioned out of two poles and an old sheet, and two of the larger elven slaves carried away a man barely recognizable from the last Fenris had seen of him.

Fenris strained to remember the last time he'd seen Jamael.

They'd passed in the hall way. Jamael had smiled and said, "Hey, how are you feeling? Still itchy?"

Fenris shook his head. Jamael had seen the physical results of the lyrium ritual. The pain, the blood, the ache that lasted for weeks, and then the itch that persisted as the wounds healed.

"If you need more, don't be shy. If you can get away from the Master for five minutes, anyway. I can sweet talk Seri into more elfroot anytime you need it." Then, he'd grinned. He was always smiling. Always helping. A personality as bright as his red hair.

That smile was gone now. His tongue swollen and sticking out, cheeks and eyes puffy. His entire head was discolored dark shades of purple and blue, sharply cutting off where the rope was wrapped tightly around his neck. The end of the rope dangled off the stretcher.

"Never thought he was the type." Someone in the crowd muttered.

"He seemed so happy yesterday." Another whispered, "I almost thought he was turning around."

"That's how it starts." A nearby voice replied, "You remember Sheera? Same thing. Months of silence, three days of calm, and then her corpse gets dragged out of the wash room. Wrists all cut up."

"Such a shame."

Fenris moved his hands to his ears, fingers tangling with his hair. Why didn't anyone try to stop him? If they knew the signs they could have at least tried!

He had to push his way through the crowd to reach the kitchen, muttering apologies all along the way. He waited a few extra minutes with the glass in his hand and his back to the door, just to ensure that he wouldn’t see the corpse again when he left.

Danarius liked Fenris to sleep at the foot of his bed. After all, a body guard should be there to guard the master at all times. Fenris told himself he didn't mind it so much. It was comfier than the slaves cots, and warmer too. Danarius always afforded him a blanket and pillow. Sometimes they'd even share the same one.

Later that night, Fenris was curled up at the foot of Danarius' bed, blanket wrapped tight around him. Water trickled and splashed in the next room while Danarius washed himself, and eventually he returned to the bedroom, hair damp, body wrapped in a silk robe.

"I'm sorry in such a state as earlier, my pet. I despise slaves like Jamael. I thought I had rid myself of most of them."

The question danced on the tip of his tongue. After all, a slave who asked a question out of turn could very easily be answered with a whip. As Danarius sat on the bed and toed off his slippers, Fenris mulled over the question in his mind, and finally decided he could ask if only to find out what not to do in the future.

"Master," He whispered, his voice as small as a mouse, "What did Jamael do?"

"He committed suicide, Fenris. He killed himself."

Suicide.

Fenris turned the word over in his head. He'd never heard it before. Just hearing it made him want to squirm. It sounded sad. It sounded wrong.

"To kill oneself is a sin in the eyes of the Maker." Danarius continued, "You know that, don't you my pet?"

Fenris nodded, because despite his shattered memories, the words did sound familiar. The idea of killing himself had never even crossed his mind.

Danarius smiled, sending a wave of relief washing over him. He wasn't in trouble for asking the question. He wasn't going to be punished.

"Good boy," Danarius purred, "Now shed your armor and come here. I think I'd like to hold you tonight."

x - X - x

Danarius kept two whips in his office. One was a cat o'nine, a fairly standard punishment tool. A worn wood rod wrapped in leather that knotted at the end and then was sliced into several smaller strips. It stung the same no matter how worn it was, though it was occasionally replaced with one that bore stiff, fresh leather.

The other was a bullwhip, and it would be easy to assume that the whip with only one tail was kinder, but that would be a foolish assumption. At the end of the tail was a gold claw. Well, the slaves assumed it was gold. Nobody was ever facing it when it was out. It was as though he had cut off an eagle's toe at the first knuckle. It tore through flesh like a blade through paper, leaving deep gashes in it's wake.

It also made an unearthly hissing sound when it struck flesh, leaving Fenris to assume that Danarius dipped it in something before he used it.

Fenris, of course, had never even seen it. Danarius sent him to wait in the hallway when he had to use it, and he was left with the screams and cries of whatever poor soul was in there with him.

A year had passed since Jamael's death. Sometimes the image of the swollen, discolored face still made Fenris wake up in a cold sweat. If possible, he grew further away from the other slaves since then. Danarius no longer allowed him to dine in the servant's wing. He was to stay by Danarius' side at all times, even if it meant eating on the floor while guests were over. The few occasions where Fenris was sent away included especially confidential meetings (usually with other Magisters), evenings when he and his wife tried to consummate, and moments like these.

Whoosh-CRACK-hiss, and in the center of it all an ear-splitting cry that echoed through the hallways while the hiss gradually fizzled out.

"I said COUNT!" Came Danarius' voice, echoing in the same voice.

The slave girl sniffled, and in a weak, shaky voice, choked, "O-one."

Whoosh-CRACK-hiss. Fenris flinched. She didn't cry out this time.

"Two."

Whoosh-CRACK-hiss. Her cry was broken. Barely a sound audible above the whip's contact.

"... three."

Fenris closed his eyes, taking deep breaths to steady himself. He pressed his back against the wall. He counted the seconds in his head.

one ... two ... three ... four ...

If enough time passed that meant it was over.

five ... six ... seven

Whoosh-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK

Fenris put his hand over his mouth, listening to the stretched-out hiss so intently that he nearly missed Danarius' footsteps approaching. Danarius burst through the door and Fenris immediately straightened his stance, eyes open and forward. Icy eyes glanced at Fenris, then at the whip in his hands. He ran his fingers along the thinnest portion of the letter, sighing when he came back with a streak of blood on his hand.

"Get her out of my office." He commanded, "I'll find you when I need you again."

He was gone without another word, leaving the door open behind him. Fenris dared a glance inside, where the elven slave was crumpled in a limp heap on the floor. Six wicked, bleeding marks shone boldly on her upturned back.

Her face was pale. Wide eyes stared into space. She didn't move when Fenris knelt beside her. She was shaking, her breathing shallow and rapid.

"Can you walk?" Fenris asked.

She didn't respond. Fenris shook her shoulder.

"Come on, let's get you out of here." He continued.

She shook her head and turned her face towards the floor.

"If you don't leave he'll whip you again when he returns."

"Let him. Let me die." She choked, squeezing her eyes shut and letting her tears drip onto the marble tiles.

"You don't mean that."

"I do!" She was sobbing now, a hiccup on every breath. With a sigh, Fenris lifted her up by her shoulders.

He managed to hoist her over one shoulder so that her back was in the air, her arm wrapped across his other shoulder. In the kitchens, Seri was rifling through cupboards and emerged as soon as he entered, her face dropping.

"Maker, she must be bad if he sent you." Seri sighed, "Set her on the cot. I'll put the water on."

Unlike the other slaves, Seri had a tiny corner of the pantry to herself. All the better to wake up early to start breakfast, or to tend to the master's whims should he find himself hungry at night. It served double duty as the closest things the slaves had to a sick room.

As gently as possible, Fenris lowered her onto the cot, careful to lay her on her side. She winced as her weight left his shoulder.

"I apologize." He pulled up a crate and sat next to her.

Her eye were bloodshot. She replied with a sniffle, "Should've left me to die."

"To kill oneself is a sin in the eyes of the maker."

"I don't care!" She shouted, shakily propping herself up on one elbow, "I want out of this mess! I wanna be free! I don't care how I do it!"

Fenris felt the color drain from his cheeks. If ever there was a word that earned a slave six lashings, that was it. If anything that was generous. Some slaves had fingers and toes cut off for less.

He swallowed a lump in his throat, and chose his next words very carefully, "If you say things like that ... you'll be punished again."

"Oh what do you care? You don't even know me." She sniffled and flopped onto her stomach, chin buried in the pillow.

"What is your name then?"

Hugging the pillow close to her, she looked at him over the fabric. He held out his hand.

She wiped off her eyes, and shook his hand.

"M'name's Deveri." She said, her voice muffled, "I've heard Master call you Fenris."

"Yes."

"I wasn't always a slave, y'know. M'parents sold me to get out of debt. I don't care 'bout them, but I hate our Master."

Seri's voice popped in along with a pot of water in her arms, "As slaves go, we're actually quite lucky. We could be serving one of those magisters who cuts up every slave for experiments. At least under Master Danarius we get three hots and a cot. Decent food, too. Not rotten leftovers or table scraps."

She pressed a damp rag into Deveri's back, earning a hiss in response.

Fenris opened his mouth, then shut it again. There was something left unsaid between them, and he couldn’t put his finger on what. Seri poked his arm.

“You’d best get back to the master before he misses you.” She said.

Fenris never hesitated on an order. He immediately stood and left, barely catching Seri snapping, “Hush” while Deveri quietly sobbed.

Two weeks later he was fetching a bottle of wine from the cellar when he ran into Seri again. Burn-striped hands threw a glob of bread dough on the counter and started kneading deep caverns into it.

“Seri,” He began, pausing at the door to the cellar.

“Hm? What you need? You hurt?”

“No, I was ...” He shuffled his feet, eyes on the ground, “I was just wondering how Deveri was doing.”

“Heard the news, eh? I’m afraid she didn’t make it.”

His heart jumped to his throat. He looked up to see her kneading the bread as though she’d said nothing.

“What?” He breathed, “The whipping was harsh but … did her back get infected?”

Seri wiped her hands on her apron, “Her back was healing fine, she cut her wrists. That’s what did her in. Sorry I thought you heard.”

His jaw hung slack. He could feel the jolt from his heart spreading through his whole chest. He didn’t move until Seri set her hand on his arm and squeezed.

“Sorry, dear.” She said, “She did ask me to give you this.”

She pressed a purple ribbon into his hand.

“She says it’s from before she was a slave.” She continued, “Now you’d best get the master his wine. You know which one he likes.”

She went back to kneading the dough, and Fenris was still staring at the ribbon in his hand.

“To kill oneself is a sin in the eyes of the maker.” he muttered.

“I don’t think that helped her much, dear. It’s good if it works for you, but it ain’t for everyone.”

x – X – x

The sun rose through the fog in Par Vollen and cast a gradient smear of blue, pink, orange, and purple every morning.  It probably rose like this every morning, but few were so special as this one.

Fenris was bundled up in a knitted sweater and a scarf, both borrowed from the Fog Warriors. “Borrowed” was a loose term here, as they had thrust the items into his hands the first night they saw him shivering. Danarius never cared if he was cold. He was used to toughing it out.

A lot had been happening that he wasn’t used to.

When Danarius had been forced to evacuate Par Vollen, there wasn’t enough room for his beloved bodyguard. Fenris was left behind, alone for the first time he could ever remember, and was immediately taken by the very same soldiers who’d attacked and forced the evacuation in the first place.

He thought he’d be killed. Then he thought he’d be taken prisoner. More and more, though, it seemed like he was just staying here, and he liked it well enough he supposed. One morning he awoke in a panic, seeing that the sun was already set low in the sky and the others were already working. Oversleeping was not a luxury he was allowed in Danarius’ house.

Waking up early was nice, too. Never before had he perched on a hillside to watch the sunrise, simply because he wanted to. The Fog Warriors’ tents were to his back, and a few were already rising to greet the morning.

Gundat was a tal vashoth who had stripes of scars on both arms and short, curled horns. His jaw was crooked and so was his smile as he walked past Fenris while hiking up the hill.

“What are you doing up so early?” He asked.

Fenris shrank back, and Gundat knelt, signaling him to stop, “Hey, hey, don’t be like that, you’re not in trouble. I was just curious is all.”

Fenris didn’t look up, and muttered, “Watching the sunrise.”

Gundat gave him a tired smile and patted his shoulder, “That’s good, Fenris. That’s good. You should enjoy that stuff if you can.”

Gundat’s eyes were sunken in, dark circles lining them and an underlying exhaustion that he’d seen so many times before, in slaves worked to the bone for days without rest. Words got stuck in his throat while Gundat rose. He wanted to say something, but he wasn’t permitted.

Except Danarius wasn’t here, and nobody here ever stopped him from speaking. He watched Gundat walk away, and realized that he didn’t have to stay on the hill. There were a lot of sunrises, but there was only one Gundat.

He stood up, and asked, “Are you alright?”

Gundat stopped, “I’m fine. Just tired. I don’t really sleep at night, that’s why I take the night patrol.”

“You look so ...” Tired? Lifeless? Too calm to be normal?

"Fenris," Gundat set a hand on his shoulder, making him flinch, "You're on your own since your master left you here, right? You seem happy. You get to be happy. Treasure that. Not everyone has it."

Gundar turned again. Fenris watched him until he reached the top of the hill. His horns had just started to disappear over the curve when Fenris sprinted.

"Gundar!"

The tal-vashoth in question met Fenris as right as he caught up to him.

"I get to choose what I do every day, right?"

"Of course."

"Then I want to spend today with you."

Gundar huffed a laugh, "Why? You have better things to do. Watch the sunrise more. Be happy."

"I'll be happier watch...if you...I'll be happy..." Fenris stammered.

Suddenly, he couldn't breathe through his nose. He felt a teardrop run down his cheek, and sniffled.

Gundar brushed the tear away with his thumb.

Fenris knew what was happening. The Fog Warriors were masters of patience. Gundar was waiting for Fenris to continue, and would wait until the sun rose tomorrow if need be.

Finally, he whispered, "To kill oneself is a sin in the eyes of the Maker."

Gundar shrugged, "Sorry, I don't believe in the Maker. It's fine if that works for you, though."

"I...I don't want you to hurt yourself..." He choked, wiping his eyes with the sweaters' sleeve, "Please...if it helps...can I spend the day with you? Please...that would make me happy."

Gundar smiled, and although it was an exhausted, heavy smile, there was still a genuine sparkle behind his eyes.

"Alright, Fenris. If it makes you happy."

Fortunately, Gundar wasn't with Fenris when Danarius gave him the order to kill.

Unfortunately, Fenris would never be able to face Gundar again.

x - X - x

It was ten years before Fenris again heard the word 'suicide' delicately danced around.

He was in the hanged man like he had been so many other nights, though this time perhaps he'd had a bit too much to drink. He was finding a lot of amusement in teasing the others about how easy it was to read their tells. He'd attended enough high-class Tevinter parties as Danarius' bodyguard, after all. When you're not allowed to talk, you spend a lot of time listening.

"Looks like I have all of Hawkes coins~" He hummed, dropping a handful into a stack and delighting in the clink clink clink they made as they fell.

"Oh, I'm not out of this game yet. Ante up." Hawke pulled a coin purse out of her pocket and dropped it on the table. She gained a spark to her eye, one which Fenris had seen so many times. It meant she'd been taunted enough to push forward no matter how stupid it made her.

Not that it was hard to get her to that point.

"What's it mean when all the cards are different, again?" Merril asked.

Isabella answered, "It means Anders should have given me his hand back by now."

The mage in question had his head resting on his fist, cards lazily propped up with a limp hand. Isabella reached over and snatched them from him. Anders startled awake with a yelp that drew every eye at the table in his direction.

"You alright, Blondie?" Varric asked.

Anders rubbed his eyes and yawned, "Must have been one of Isabella's anecdotes. I think you should stick to the storytelling, Varric."

Isabella leafed the cards together, rolled her eyes, and passed the deck to Merril to cut. "Ha ha, very funny. Are you in this hand or are you going to doze off again?"

"Well as much as I love losing my life savings to Fenris, I can't be much fun when I'm like this." Anders pushed away from the table, leaving right as Isabella started dealing cards.

"What's gotten into him?" Hawke asked, jerking her head at the door.

Merril arranged the cards in her hand as she answered, "Maybe there's another outbreak in Dark Town. You know how he doesn't let himself sleep when the clinic is full."

Varric shook his head, "Nah, Hawke's right. He's been weird lately. Well, weirder than usual. You know the other day he tried to give me this pillow that his mom made. He said something about wanting me to have it. Don't get me wrong, we're close. He's a good friend. It just seems like the kind of thing you'd save for your brother or something, you know?"

Fenris felt a familiar jolt in his chest, the kind that made him want to stand up and follow Anders. He looked at his cards and couldn't focus on them. They were all red, which meant something, but words escaped him. He didn't want to be here. Hawke said something, and he didn't hear a word of it.

"I fold." He said, setting his cards down.

"Come on, don't be like that. You haven't even discarded anything yet." Isabella whined.

Fenris was already shoveling coins into his coinpurse, "Apologies. I remembered there was something I have to do." There wasn't a lot of time. Anders could already be out of sight by now. He'd only dug a trench into the pile of coins.

"Keep the rest for drinks." He added, straitening up. With a quick wave, he was out of the Hanged Man and into the seaside air.

Most of Kirkwall was protected from the wind by its own walls and buildings, so the chill was there but the moisture from the water's surface didn't settle in until early morning. Fenris could see his breath in the air. It was cold but not unbearably chilly, though it would be in a few hours. He looked left and right and was met only with empty streets.

His feet flew down the stairs that led to dark town. The clinic was the only place he could think to look. To his surprise the door was unlocked. He burst into an empty room. Looking wildly around revealed only empty beds and medicine shelves, with Anders' desk shoved off to one side.

"Shit." Fenris mumbled.

At the desk, there were piles and piles of papers all bearing Anders' handwriting. Perhaps he could have looked for a sign, a plan, a hint, anything if not for the fact that his reading lessons with Hawke had barely finished covering the alphabet. He was cursing - both mentally and literally - the fact that slaves weren't permitted to read, when the door by the desk creaked and Anders stepped out of his bedroom.

"Fenris?" Anders said. His hair hung loose and framed his face. His eyes were wide open, red, and shaded with dark circles underneath. "What are you doing here? Are you hurt?"

That was an excellent question, and it made Fenris freeze. Because really, what was he doing here?

For a brief second, he considered breaking his own arm. Then he’d have a reason to be here.

No, that would be silly.

Fenris cleared his throat, "You seemed troubled. I thought you could use some company."

"It's late. I'm surprised you care. I thought you hated me."

Fenris sighed. Maker, why was he making this so hard?

"No I don't hate you," He groaned, "I just think you're a misguided fool."

"And? If you're here to argue in favor of the Templar order imprisoning mages for the crime of being-"

"Maker, can we not talk about mages and Templars for one night?" Fenris snapped, "We can talk about something else! Literally anything else!"

Anders blinked, taken aback. There was silence for a second while the gears turned in Anders' head.

"Alright," Anders concluded, "What do you want to talk about?"

Which was another excellent question.

"Walk with me." Fenris decided. Because if they were walking, at the very least, he had something to do while he was thinking of what to say. And thankfully without question or comment, Anders took his staff and followed Fenris.

They left dark town, largely because dark town was a bad place to be when it was dark. Low town wasn't much better, and as they passed the Hanged Man they could hear Hawke loudly demanding another round of drinks. Their friends were great company, but crowds weren't needed right now.

"The sky's clear tonight." Anders said, "If it weren't for the buildings you could see the stars."

Which gave Fenris an excellent idea.

"Do you want to?"

"Want to what?"

"See the stars?"

"... I guess?"

They cut through high town to get to the abandoned manor Fenris claimed as his own. On the top floor in one of the guest bedrooms, a portion of the roof had collapsed and the accompanying chimney had crumbled into a slope of broken cobblestone. Moonlight was shining in beams through the hole when they entered. Fenris climbed up first, and offered his hand to help Anders up.

It was a sight to behold.

Kirwall stretched for miles from one end to the other, but as high up as they were, they could see the ocean in the distance as well as the gallows and every side of the wall that surrounded the city. Above them was a velvet blanket coated with dots of light that drew the eyes heaven bound. The ground and the sky fought for attention here. One a feat of man, the other a feat of the divine.

"It's beautiful." Anders breathed, "How long have you known about this spot?"

"I found it not long after I moved into the mansion." Fenris sat down next to a handful of empty wine bottles and dirty plates, "Sometimes I come up here to think."

"That's a laughable thought. Most nights I'd prefer to stay out of my own head." Anders sat down next to Fenris, "So, what was it you wanted to talk about."

"I don't know. Something. Anything. The stars?"

So they talked about the stars.

The constellations were different between the Marches and Tevinter, though they found a small handful had the same names. They both had a hobby of stargazing, it seemed. And when they grew bored of the stars, they watched the town below, and found they both enjoyed people watching as well. It seemed they had a lot in common, so long as they weren't talking about mages or Templars. They watched drunks stumble home and graveyard workers shuffle around on the streets. They swatted bugs and talked about how annoying mosquitoes and flies were. They talked about bugs that they didn't find annoying. They talked until the sky grew pale with morning twilight.

Anders had his arms crossed to hold in his warmth, his legs drawn up to his chest. They'd been silent the past few minutes, occupied with watching a gray-haired human man. He was on a long walk that started at the docks and went to low town, through through the market place, and stopped for a rest on the chantry steps, completely unaware that he was being watched. "Thank you, Fenris." He said, "I suppose I did need some company."

Fenris nodded, and a long silence stretched between them.

"You know ..." Anders continued, "I was considering doing something incredibly stupid tonight, and I'm glad I didn't do it now."

"I know."

Anders wouldn't meet Fenris' face. Instead his cheeks flushed, and he looked to the ground.

"'To kill oneself is a sin in the eyes of the Maker'." Fenris continued, "But you already knew that, and the Maker isn't going to stop you. I am. Because nobody ever says the word 'suicide' until it's already a regret. And if I had to choose I'd rather abolish that sin than the sin of being a mage."

Anders drew his knees closer to his chest and buried his chin in them. A breeze sent a chill all the way to his bones. He flinched when Fenris' hands brushed his skin. Gentle, patient hands pulled his bangs back into their usual ponytail.

When Fenris moved away and returned to his seat, Anders dared to look up again, and glimpsed a flash of purple fabric behind him. A ribbon.

"Slaves don't have any possessions, strictly speaking." Fenris said, "I've had that in my pocket for more than 15 years. I expect it back. Not from Varric, not from Hawke, but from you. So if you find no other reason to live, you can know I'll be expecting to get that ribbon back. It means a lot to me."

Anders wiped the tears from his eyes and smiled. Fenris returned to watching the skyline. Scooting a little closer, Anders leaned on him, and they watched the sunrise together.

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Set Report: The Space Between Us with Asa Butterfield & Britt Robertson

From War of the Worlds to Rogue One, humanity has had a longstanding fascination with sci-fi and the idea of life on other planets. The Space Between Us – an interplanetary adventure from STX Entertainment hitting theaters next month – embraces elements of the science fiction genre while telling a very human story… and showing us that the futuristic fantasies of its predecessors are much closer to reality than we might think.

Fangirlish had the opportunity to visit the Albuquerque, New Mexico set of The Space Between Us – which stars Asa Butterfield, Britt Robertson, Gary Oldman, and Carla Gugino – in late 2015. There, Asa, Britt, Director Peter Chelsom, and Executive Producer Richard Lewis talked us through the timely premise of the film, the unique relationship between its two central characters, and more.

The Premise

The Space Between Us imagines a future that doesn’t seem too far off: one where humans have colonized Mars. Between recent NASA discoveries and the ongoing fascination with both real-life and fictional developments concerning the Red Planet, this is one science fiction story that feels more like a matter of “when” than “if.”

Speaking of Mars missions, SpaceX’s work involving the Red Planet was a major source of both inspiration and research for the team behind the film. “It’s unbelievable,” Director Peter Chelsom said. “It’s like my 9-year-old kid Ollie designed and drew a rocket station – there’s a Starbucks over here, and there’s people building a rocket there, and people going ’round on skateboards, and the average workforce is 32 years old. It’s incredible. There’s none of that kind of Apollo 13, white shirt and collar with ‘Houston, we have a problem.’ It’s not like that. And it’s very, very imminent. The t-shirts are ‘Occupy Mars,’ and when you leave the building, you’re kind of overwhelmed by the power of one man’s conviction.” That man, of course, is SpaceX founder Elon Musk, who is given a clear nod in Gary Oldman’s Nathaniel Shepherd.

The film opens as a group of astronauts heads into space on the first mission to establish this Mars colony, spearheaded by Shepherd’s company. However, soon after takeoff, they discover that one of the astronauts is pregnant. As Executive Producer Richard Lewis explained, this scenario is very much on the minds of NASA’s scientists, one of whom he consulted while writing the script. “He said, It’s gonna happen and we don’t know what to do.”

The result in the movie, at least, is bittersweet. The astronaut in question dies due to complications from giving birth shortly after landing on Mars – but her child survives. Gardner Elliott (Butterfield) – whose name is drawn from Being There‘s Chauncey Gardner and E.T.‘s Elliott – grows into an extraordinary, brilliant teen fascinated by the home planet he has never known.

The film’s central focus is the human element of Gardner’s story – the discovery and wonder of seeing our planet through new eyes, first love, and so on – but it’s all the stronger for the real science behind his circumstances, which also drives the plot in an essential way. This required extensive research not only into Mars itself, but how a human born on the Red Planet would develop and what would happen to them if they made their way to Earth, as Gardner eventually does. Lewis consulted with his father, a heart specialist, as well as a number of other medical and astrophysics professionals while working on the script. “The science has been well researched,” he said. “It’s obviously fictional, but we feel we’re pretty damn close to what would really happen.”

The Characters

Richard Lewis, who also produced 2007’s August Rush, originally envisioned Freddie Highmore as Gardner. Though Freddie aged out of the role, Lewis became familiar with Asa Butterfield’s work and finished developing the script around him. “I’ve actually put a sizzle reel together, which Asa’s never seen, of him at that age – at 14 or 15 – playing this character,” he teased. “It would be so shocking to him. What’s been terrific [is that] he’s been in my eye since really the conception of the story. He’s got an otherworldly quality -he’s so disarming and so charming.”

Butterfield, who also starred in Ender’s Game, is no stranger to out-of-this-world stories. But his role as Gardner Elliott presented a new challenge: What would it be like to be the only human who has never known his home planet? Rather than alienating (no pun intended) us from its protagonist, The Space Between Us answers this question by bringing things closer to home. “This is science fiction, but it’s a lot more than that because of all the themes and the ideas are sort of more relatable,” Asa said. “It’s set in the future, [but] all the things they’re dealing with are [still] very current, about finding where you belong – something that I think everyone goes through and something that you see Gardner and Tulsa both are going through in the film.”

Tulsa (Britt Robertson) is a street-smart girl biding her time until she ages out of the foster system and can get on with her life. She and Gardner strike up a fast friendship in an online chat room (Gardner, of course, not telling her that he’s from Mars). “I think when you go online to meet people, you’re searching for something – whether it be friendship or romance or just companionship,” Britt said. “I think when [Gardner and Tulsa] met, what drew them together is just a connection and a bond and being curious about one another.”

Though Tulsa is initially wary of Gardner – who shows up unannounced at her school after he makes his way to earth – she soon realizes that he is who he says he is and lets her guard down. “There’s no harmful bone in his body, and that’s reassuring for someone who doesn’t trust,” Robertson said. “[She] realizes that he’s just a good guy and he’s been through a lot of different circumstances than, say, the average human.”

As the two travel across the country to find Gardner’s father, we see just how wondrous Earth is to the boy from Mars. Every experience is brand new for Gardner, who is blown away by everything from rain to horses. Asa revealed that these scenes proved rather difficult to shoot. “It’s hard to put yourself into that kind of position because we are so experienced in the world,” he said. “To completely strip all that back and just be in absolute awe about everything you see – whether a tree or a dog – it’s just, everything’s interesting.”

Tulsa plays a significant role in helping Gardner acclimate to Earth, and their road trip only brings them closer together. Britt describes their relationship as a partnership – “romance-wise or not.” “He is her family in some way, shape, or form. She doesn’t have anyone, she barely has friends, and her life feels like there’s something missing – and that piece of it is companionship and family, and that’s what he is to her,” she said.

The Set

Though filming for The Space Between Us took the cast and crew from Vegas to Malibu, it was Albuquerque, New Mexico that served as home base. Our set visit brought us to Highland High School: a real, very much in-session place of learning standing in for Tulsa’s Colorado high school.

The first scene of the day took place in an outdoor courtyard, with Tulsa confronting some bullies before riding off on her motorcycle. (Yes, Britt Robertson actually did that and yes, it was awesome.) The second brought us inside for Gardner and Tulsa’s first meeting, which doesn’t go quite as smoothly as Gardner expects.

Since both scenes take place during the school day, things got a little interesting. Not only were there lots of extras standing in for Tulsa’s fellow students, but Highland’s actual students passed through the set between classes and at lunch. These circumstances made for an authentic environment, if a slightly chaotic one. “I haven’t been to school in so long – nor have I actually been to a public high school before – so it’s overwhelming,” Britt said. “I hear they were getting a little confused as to who the actual students were and who background was. But it’s fine. Everyone’s been really cool.”

From a filmmaking standpoint, the high school actually made for one of the easiest shooting locations. “Compared to all our other challenges, this feels really like a walk in the park,” Chelsom said. “This is a kind of easy film environment. No one’s at zero gravity, no one’s in harnesses and wires, no one’s having to avoid an explosion, no one’s standing clear of helicopter blades. I find this kind of thing easy compared to all that.”

Asa talked us through the experience of filming in some of these more challenging environments, including the quarry standing in for Mars. “We had some great exterior things in this quarry where they made the Martian landscape, wearing the big space suits. I am a massive science fiction fan, so I was so excited to try an astronaut suit. I was walking around, [breathing] like Darth Vader. It was fun.”

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THE RETREAT Chapter 7

After dinner, Charles and his nephew retired to the Smoking Room, another extravagantly decorated area with rococo mouldings, decadent wall paintings and one gigantic chandelier shedding a dim light over the deeply padded, whiskey and tobacco stained sofas.  This was the place for some serious post-prandial networking and the opportunity for Charles to introduce Paul to some influential business colleagues. Needless to say Paul was already something of a sensation after the fun and games they’d had with his rented slave and he was quite the centre of attention.

But the Smoking Room was no place for a slave, so Andy had to stand outside in the hallway with his collar chained to the wall. It was a long wait. One or two guests stopped to amuse themselves by stroking his cock and playing with his nipples, but it soon fell quiet and he was left alone with his thoughts.

The heat of his arousal had cooled now and without anyone looking on he was able to touch himself, smooth his cock and massage his balls, which ached so much from all that rough handling. But there was no hardness there now, and no desire to bring it back. Just a dull memory of the unfulfilled orgasm that he’d held at bay for so long and that now lay quietly coiled up like a sleeping snake in the pit of his belly.

Apart from the murmur of voices coming from the Smoking Room, the house was silent. He’d watched some of the guests go upstairs, presumably to their private rooms, and one or two had gone through the little door under the stairs that led down to the cellar. He wondered if any boys were still down there and where the rest of them had ended up. He’d not seen any sign of them.

As the time dragged on and he fought against the hunger that was nagging at his guts (the scraps he’d been fed at Paul’s table had only made him more desperate for some proper food) he began to realise he was standing there completely unattended. What was stopping him trying to make a run for it? After all his collar was only a light one and couldn't be that difficult to work loose. It was a tight squeeze but he could just get his fingers underneath the leather and he could feel some kind of catch or pin at the back. If he fiddled with it long enough, or maybe gave the chain a hard tug... He imagined creeping down the hall and finding an escape route out of this crazy house through some unlocked window or side door. He’d have to be quick and make straight for the trees—then he realised he had no idea what was out there or where he could possibly run to—and the absurdity of it all brought him crashing back down to earth.

It wouldn’t be so bad if he wasn’t so lost and abandoned. There was no one to care for him here. No one he could turn to for comfort or reassurance. There had always been someone before, an older slave, a friendly Master—or Carl.  But here he was nothing but an object of amusement for anyone who wanted to hurt or humiliate him.

He closed his eyes, leant against the wall and tried not to think of anything at all.

Meanwhile, in the Smoking Room, Paul was finding his feet. The atmosphere was heavy with booze and smoke and the endless conversations about money and business seemed to drone on forever, but his uncle’s friends had taken a genuine interest in him, and they showered him with advice about careers and investment opportunities. He soon had enough contacts for a whole year’s worth of job interviews and his future was looking a lot more positive.

“They treat me as one of their own,” he thought. “Which of course I am. I’m no different to them. I could have everything they’ve got. All it takes is a steady mind, a little common sense. It’s like Uncle is always telling me. You’ve only got to believe in yourself.”

Reaching inside his jacket, he felt the hard edge of the leather strap and thought about the boy outside. There was proof, if he needed any, of who he was. His uncle’s gift had done its work. Nothing could have surpassed the satisfaction he’d felt when he’d made that slave boy's hide tremble and burn. He felt sorry for the boy of course, but a slave is a slave and it would be far crueller to treat him as anything else. Anyway the boy wouldn't expect to be treated any other way. A slave needs a Master and Paul was proud to accept the burden of that responsibility. It was a measure of his birthright as a “son of the Reich”. In fact he was beginning to think it was his duty to make as much use of the slave as possible, otherwise there would be little purpose in keeping the boy alive at all.

He waited for an opportunity to slip quietly out of the room to reconnect with his prize and found the boy leaning against the wall with his eyes shut, as still as a statue.

Paul watched him for a while. There was something very appealing about that stillness—his lean body, all the weight on one foot, hands nestled behind his back, balls neatly bunched against his thighs, his head drooping slightly to one side.

“I wonder what’s on his mind. Perhaps  he’s pining for home. But slave’s don’t have homes, do they? They belong wherever their Masters want them. Perhaps he’s dreaming of some other life. He can’t have been a slave for very long. He’s too unsure of himself. Perhaps that’s why he looks so sad. A little scared and naive—but with the body of an athlete. I wonder how much he’d cost to buy outright.”

“Time to take him upstairs, I think.”  

Paul’s thoughts were interrupted by Charles, who had followed him out into the hallway.

The interruption also woke up Andy. His mind had been drifting so much that when he opened his eyes he couldn’t remember where he was for a second or two or how he’d got there. And when Paul released him and led him over to the staircase, his legs and back were so stiff that he wondered how long he’d been left standing there. He was more tired than ever now—and hungry—and confused.

Paul really wanted to be left alone with the boy, but his uncle insisted on accompanying them upstairs. Their rooms were adjacent with a connecting door, so it was difficult not to involve him, and anyway Paul knew his uncle was only trying to make sure that everything was alright.

In fact, Paul was feeling so horny now that he made the boy climb the stairs ahead of him so that he could enjoy the sight and touch of those smooth symmetrical buttocks. The boy’s physique was every bit as satisfying from this angle—broad muscular shoulders, tapering waist, meaty shanks and strong thighs. By the time they reached his room, there was only one thing left on Paul’s mind—and for that to happen he needed his uncle not to be there.

The room was spacious and much like any other hotel bedroom, with all the usual amenities, except that the bed, though nominally a single divan, was more than usually wide, and there were one or two extra items of furniture whose purpose was not immediately obvious. Also, one half of the room was dominated by a full length mirror, facing which were two wooden pillars about three feet apart, with metal hooks and hinges attached at various intervals. This whole area had its own lighting system controlled from a small panel by the bed.

Charles drew Paul’s attention to a chest of drawers which contained, courtesy of the establishment, an assortment of leather bonds, straps, ropes and chains as well as a few mysterious objects that puzzled and intrigued Paul.

Before taking his leave, Charles searched amongst these items for a set of straps which he fitted to Andy’s wrists and ankles.

“If you’re thinking of fucking him, which I’m sure you are, try hooking him up by the wrists between the pillars, I usually find that works pretty well.”

Grateful though he was for his uncle’s advice, Paul was getting a little impatient.  He wished the man would just go and leave him alone with the boy.

“I’ll be fine thanks,” he said, gently guiding Charles over to the door that connected their adjoining rooms. “I’ll see you later.”

“Oh, and  there's one other thing.”

Charles pushed past Paul and headed back to the chest of drawers.

“Here we are...”

He held up a black leather gag which had attached to it a solid rubber dildo moulded in the shape of a large erect penis.

“House rules,” he said. “Mustn't let the boy disturb the other guests. It’s surprising how one can get carried away. Howling and screaming is alright outside in the cages, but here in the house it’s rather frowned upon. So boy, come here and kneel down.”

Andy, who had been quietly trying to take all this in, didn’t think things could get much worse. For a while he had dared to fantasise about being left alone with Master Paul, who despite all the rough handling and humiliation, had at least shown a little sensitivity and warmth. Perhaps, if he behaved himself and gave himself up completely to Paul, then, he thought, his sexual inexperience wouldn’t be a disappointment. Paul would show him what to do and teach him how a good slave should give satisfaction. But the sight of the wooden pillars and the mirror and the ankle and wrist straps and Charles’s sly insinuations, had turned that fantasy into a nightmare. They were simply going to torture him and rape him—although technically he knew that a slave couldn’t be raped because he had no choice and is only there to be used anyway.

This was much worse than being paraded around the dining hall. He was caged in, isolated, at the mercy of two unpredictable tormentors.

Sheepishly he crept over to Charles and knelt down. The heavy black dildo looked far too big to go into his mouth and it took several slaps to get him to open up wide enough. But in it went, pushing down on his tongue and reaching back as far as his throat with its sick rubbery taste. He gagged and almost choked and tried, stupidly, to shake it free and got another slap. The harness was pressed hard against his lips, forcing his teeth to clamp down on the base of the dildo. The strap was pulled tight and buckled behind has head and that was it. They pulled him on to his feet and attached his wrists to the pillars. He stared at his reflection in the mirror and felt so much pity for himself that he began to cry—and to the satisfaction of both Masters, the gag proved very successful in stifling his sobs.

“I shall now leave you in peace while I take a shower and change into something a little more comfortable,” said Charles at last. “I’ll pop back in an hour or so and see how you’re getting on.”

THE RETREAT by John Dee Cooper

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Being Alone, Animals, and Beef: At Brooklyn ACC hoping for a Second Chance Handsome As Ever friendly, housetrained loves attention & affection, very playful & gentle with children he lived with ages 6-11), knows some basic commands **** TO BE KILLED 12/20/2018 **** 6 DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS AND BROWNIE KNOWS JUST WHAT HE WANTS. A HAPPY ENDING WITH AN AWESOME NEW FAMILY <3 This deliciously adorable young fella will only add inches to the heart! Full of life, loving all people and wanting to give and take as much affection as possible. His super memorable face is filled with so many adorable features including his wrinkled brow, big button brown eyes, a dark chocolate nose outlined in white with freckles. A family pet who was accustomed to being the one and only. The usual "moving" excuse is now about to translate to ending his life as he is now on the heartbreaking list. Brownie loves to play, socialize and is always excited. The shelter deems him dog reactive and therefore is Rescue Only. Brownie means no harm to anyone, is young, healthy, vibrant and happy, and sadly about to lose his life right before Christmas. We are so hoping someone notices his worth and gives him the chance he so truly deserves. Please message this page if you would like to foster or adopt this adorable boy. BROWNIE@BROOKLYN ACC Hello, my name is Brownie My animal id is #50554 I am a male brown dog at the Brooklyn Animal Care Center The shelter thinks I am about 3 years old, 66 lbs Came into shelter as owner surrender Reason Stated: MOVING - NO PETS ALLOWED Brownie is rescue only Brownie is at risk at the care center. He has been observed to react to other dogs on leash, lunging towards them, barking and growling, it was also noted by prior owner. Brownie has previously bitten another dog when he became loose from the owner. Due to these behaviors he is only available to our New Hope partners at this time. There are no medical concerns for him at this time. My medical notes are... Weight: 66.5 lbs Vet Notes 16/12/2018 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 3 Microchip noted on Intake? n Microchip Number (If Applicable): n History : OS Subjective: BARH Observed Behavior – allowed for full PE - gentle Evidence of Cruelty seen -n Evidence of Trauma seen -n Objective T = - P = wnl R = wnl BCS = 6/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: Moderate calculus on canines PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: Two descended testicles - round symmetrical MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: externally normal Assessment: Mild overweight suspected Healthy Prognosis: Excellent SURGERY: Okay for surgery Details on my behavior are... Behavior Condition: 1. Green Behavior History Behavior Assessment Upon intake Brownie was sniffing everything in the intake room. He struggles with the counselor to take a photo. He allowed counselor to collar and pet him. he was treat motivated when provide Beef stix treats. He struggles with the Animal Care Specialist to get out the intake room. Date of Intake: 12/15/2018 Spay/Neuter Status: Not Applicable Basic Information:: Brownie came into BACC as an owner surrender. His owner was unable to care for him no more due to their work schedule and them moving to an apartment that has a strict dog policy. Previously lived with:: 2 adults and 3 children How is this dog around strangers?: Owner stated Brownie is friendly around strangers but he is very alert by the movements they make. If he see anything strange he starts to bark. How is this dog around children?: Owner stated they have three little sisters ages 6,10 and 11 years old and he is very playful and gentle with them. How is this dog around other dogs?: Owner stated he is dog reactive. They stated last year Brownie accidentally got lose and bit a dog by his neck and did not want to release the dog. How is this dog around cats?: Have not been around cats so is unknown of his behavior with cats. Resource guarding:: Owner stated Brownie does not resource guard his food or toys. He is not bother when you try to take it away. Bite history:: As per owner, she accidentally let go of his leash and he ran towards a female dog slightly bigger than him. Brownie barked at her and then immediately when to bite the top of her neck. Brownie gripped onto her neck and owner yelled "let go" and he released immediately. Owner stated that the female dog had scratches from before and the scar reopened. Owner stated the female dog was treated with neosporin. Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: High Has this dog ever had any medical issues?: No For a New Family to Know: Brownie is a loving and friendly dog who just want affection. He is very energetic. He likes to walk and play with ropes, chew bones or balls. He sleeps on floors but will try to sleep in your bed if your let him. He eats pedigree about 3x a day. He like to eat Bacon treats. he is house trained. He likes to destroy stuff is left alone in the house. He knows ques such as sit, come and lay down. He will brisk walk on leash but pulls hard. He does not do well in crates. Date of intake:: 12/15/2018 Spay/Neuter status:: No Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Owner surrender Previously lived with:: 2 adults, 3 children Behavior toward strangers:: Friendly Behavior toward children:: Playful, gentle Behavior toward dogs:: Dog reactive, see bite history Behavior toward cats:: Unknown Resource guarding:: None reported Bite history:: Brownie has accidentally gotten loose and bit a dog by his neck, he was would not readily release. The other dog required stitches. Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: Loving, friendly, energetic with a high energy level Date of assessment:: 12/17/2018 Look:: 1. Dog's eyes are averted, with tail wagging and ears back. Allows head to be held loosely in Assessor's cupped hands. Sensitivity:: 1. Dog stands still and accepts the touch, eyes are averted, and tail is in neutral position with a relaxed body posture. Dog's mouth is likely closed for at least a portion of the assessment item. Tag:: 1. Dog follows at the end of the leash, body soft. Paw squeeze 1:: 1. Dog does not respond at all for three seconds. Eyes are averted and ears are relaxed or back. Paw squeeze 2:: 1. Dog does not respond at all for three seconds. Eyes are averted and ears are relaxed or back. Toy:: 2. Dog takes toy away, keeps a firm hold. His/her body is between you and the toy, and is loose and wiggly. No growling or stiffness. Summary:: Brownie allowed all handling for assessment. Though he did not react for paw, he gave whale eyes when conducted. Summary (1):: Brownie's owner only reported that he has bitten another dog before. 12/17: When off leash at the Care Center, Brownie enters the yard and approaches the gate to greet a novel female. As the distance decreases, his posture becomes stiffer and stiffer, though his tail remains mid-line. Once the gate is opened, Brownie allows the female helper to greet his rear end then moves away slowly. He spends much of the time away from her, exploring. When she approaches to greet him face to face, Brownie once again stiffens his posture. Date of intake:: 12/15/2018 Summary:: Allowed all handling upon intake Date of initial:: 12/15/2018 Summary:: allowed handling, gentle ENERGY LEVEL:: Brownie will need daily mental and physical activity to keep him engaged and exercised. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct his energy and enthusiasm. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: NEW HOPE ONLY Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: Single-pet home,Recommend no dog parks,Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments:: Single pet home/no dog parks: Due to Brownie's previous bite history and observed reactivity towards other dogs, we are recommending he be placed in a home where he can remain as the only pet in the home. Place with a New Hope partner: Due to the severity for Brownie's reactivity towards other dogs combined with the severity of his previous known bite to another dog, we recommend placement with a New Hope partner who can provide any necessary behavior modification (force-free, positive reinforcement-based) and re-evaluate behavior in a stable home environment before placement into a permanent home. We recommend exercising safe and appropriate management of Brownie in areas where there are other dogs/animals to prevent further incident. Guidance from a professional trainer or veterinary behaviorist is highly advised. Potential challenges: : Destructive behavior,Multiple-bite history/risk of future aggression,On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration Potential challenges comments:: Destructive behavior: Brownie is reported to show destructive behavior in the home. We are unaware of what, if any, attempts were made to remedy this behavior but we suggest to future adopters that Brownie will need to be provided with physical and mental stimulation and with a variety of appropriate and engaging chew toys so he can engage in necessary chewing behavior without damage to human objects. On leash reactivity/barrier frustration: At the care center Brownie has been observed to react to other dogs on leash, lunging towards them, barking and growling, it was also noted by prior owner. Brownie may need positive reinforcement, reward based training to teach him to look at you rather than other dogs and novel stimuli that may startle him. We recommend a front clip harness or head halter to help manage this behavior. Bite history/risk of future aggression: Brownie has previously bitten another dog when he became loose from the owner, running up to large dog and biting her on the neck. Because Brownie is so reactive to other dogs, he needs careful behavior modification and management to prevent future bites. We recommend only force-free, reward-based training methods for Brownie as more aversive techniques are likely to increase fear and increase the risk of aggression. BROWNIE IS RESCUE ONLY…..TO SAVE THIS PUP YOU MUST FILL OUT APPLICATIONS WITH AT LEAST 3 NEW HOPE RESCUES. PLEASE HURRY!!! IF YOU CAN FOSTER OR ADOPT THIS PUP, PLEASE PM OUR PAGE FOR ASSISTANCE. WE CAN PROVIDE YOU WITH LINKS TO APPLICATIONS WITH NEW HOPE RESCUES WHO ARE CURRENTLY PULLING FROM THE NYC ACC. PLEASE SHARE THIS DOG FOR A HOME TO SAVE HIS LIFE.

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BDSM Checklist

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Checklists are frequently difficult to complete due to the complex variety to what we enjoy. When we try to fill them out as Tops, Bottoms, Dominants, Submissives, etcetera there is usually confusion over fetishes that aren't physically interactive between partners or over activities that may not clear as to who is giving and who receiving. A sincere effort has been made here to reduce this kind of confusion, but bdsm checklists will

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be perfect enough that you won't probably have to go to your partner and confer about how to answer at least one item. Take it as a blessing in disguise - a bdsm checklist is only supposed to get a conversation started. That's what the tool is made for. Remember, it's just a beginning to negotiation, not an end in itself.

Done to/for Self:

Read this as how you feel about being on the receiving end of the act.

(As examples, here Whipping would refer to you being whipped, while Massage would mean you're the one on the table.)

Done to/for Others:

Read this as how you feel about having someone else receive this act.

(In the examples above, you would be delivering the Whipping, or serving your partner a Massage.)

Tried:

Have you tried this? Circle Yes or No for each.

Rating:

How does/might this feel to you? Use the chart below as a guide, and circle two answers together if you're "in-between."

? Curious: Maybe you're never tried this, or only once, and want to experience more before deciding how much you like it.

! Essential: 

This is something that you can't see yourself enjoying a scene/date/relationship without.

5 Love: You love doing whatever it is.

4 Like:  You like doing whatever it is.

3 Don't Mind: You can take this or leave it, but will probably do it for your partner.

2 Dislike: You dislike this but will put up with it for your partner.

1 Hate:  You hate this but will put up with it for your partner.

× Soft Limit: 

Something you cannot attempt at this time but might be possible in the future.

X Hard Limit: 

Something you will not ever attempt.

Anal Play  Acts in which the anus is involved.

Beating (General)  Acts in which one partner is beaten.

Beating - Canes  Acts in which one partner is beaten with a cane.

Beating - Crops  Acts in which one partner is beaten with a crop.

Beating - Floggers  Acts in which one partner is beaten with a flogger.

Beating - Hairbrushes  Acts in which one partner is beaten with a hairbrush.

Beating - Hard  Acts in which one partner is beaten hard.

Beating - Paddles  Acts in which one partner is beaten with a paddle.

Beating - Soft  Acts in which one partner is beaten softly.

Beating - Spanking  Acts in which one partner is beaten with a hand.

Beating - Straps  Acts in which one partner is beaten with a strap.

Beating - Whips  Acts in which one partner is beaten with a whip.

Beating Location - Back  Beating based acts that focus on the back as a target.

Beating Location - Bottom  Beating based acts that focus on the bottom as a target.

Beating Location - Chest  Beating based acts that focus on the chest or breasts as a target.

Beating Location - Feet  Beating based acts that focus on the feet (usually the soles) as a target.

Beating Location - Genitals  Beating based acts that focus on the genitals as a target.

Beating Location - Legs  Beating based acts that focus on the legs as a target.

Bestiality  Sex with animals.

Biting  Acts involving biting one partner with the teeth of the other.

Blindfolds  Acts in which blindfolds are placed over one partner’s eyes to remove that sense (and often heighten others).

Body Modification - Branding  Burning the body, often with a specific design, to leave a permanent mark or scar.

Body Modification - Piercing, Permanent  Putting an object through a part of the body for permanent adornment.

Body Modification - Piercing, Play  Exploring the concept of body piercing but in a manner that is temporary.

Body Modification - Saline Injection  Injecting saline in to a part of the body to temporarily engorge it.

Body Modification - Scarification  Deliberately causing scars, often through cutting the skin, for adornment.

Body Modification - Tattooing  Adorning the body by permanently applying ink under the skin.

Bondage (General)  Binding or restricting some or all of the body.

Bondage - Breast  Binding or restricting the breasts.

Bondage - Cuffs  Binding or restricting the body (usually the wrists) with [hand]cuffs.

Bondage - Genital  Binding or restricting the genitals.

Bondage - Heavy  Heavily binding or restricting the body, usually to the point where no, or next-to no, movement is possible.

Bondage - Intricate  Intricately binding or restricting some or all of the body.

Bondage - Light  Lightly binding or restricting the body. Usually more symbolic than actually restrictive.

Bondage - Locks  Bondage that involves locks and keys.

Bondage - Prolonged  Binding or restricting some or all of the body for prolonged periods of time.

Bondage - Sleeves, Arm  Restricting the movement of the arms by placing them in a confining sleeve.

Bondage - Sleeves, Leg  Restricting the movement of the legs by placing them in a confining sleeve.

Bondage - Spreader Bars  Restricting the movement of the legs by connecting them to either end of a bar, usually forcing them open.

Bondage - Stocks  Restricing movement by placing the wrists and neck (though may involve ankles) through a set of stocks.

Bondage - Strait Jackets  Binding or restricting the torso and arms by placing them inside a straight jacket.

Bondage - Suspension  Binding or restricting someone so they are suspended above the ground.

Bondage - Suspension, Inverted  Binding or restricting someone so they are suspended above the ground, upside-down.

Bondage - Whole Body  Binding or restricting the whole body.

Bondage Material - Chain  Binding or restricting the body, or parts of, with chain.

Bondage Material - Leather  Binding or restricting the body, or parts of, with leather.

Bondage Material - Rope  Binding or restricting the body, or parts of, with rope.

Bondage Material - Saran Wrap  Binding or restricting the body, or parts of, with saran wrap (clingfilm).

Bondage Material - Scarves  Binding or restricting the body, or parts of, with [usually silk] scarves.

Bondage Material - Tape  Binding or restricting the body, or parts of, with [usually adhesive] tape.

Breath Play  Also called Asphyxiation. Acts involving restricting or cutting off the supply of oxygen.

Catheters  Inserting a tube in to the urethra to collect urine.

Clothespins  Using clothespins to pinch parts of the body.

Clothing - Chosen For  Having your clothing choices made for you, usually without the ability to appeal.

Clothing - Corsets  Wearing corsets which control the shape of the waist and hips.

Clothing - Full Head Hoods  Wearing hoods that cover the entire head, leaving only small holes for vision, breathing, etc. (if even them).

Clothing - Harnesses  Wearing clothing that harnesses the body without necessarily covering it.

Clothing - High Heels  Wearing high-heeled shoes.

Clothing - Lingerie  Wearing women’s lingerie.

Clothing - Masks  Wearing masks that cover the face.

Clothing - Uniforms (General)  Wearing uniforms that have a given significance.

Clothing - Uniforms, Military  Wearing military uniforms.

Clothing - Uniforms, School  Wearing schoolgirl/schoolboy uniforms.

Clothing Material - Leather  Clothing made out of, or involving, leather.

Clothing Material - PVC  Clothing made out of, or involving, PVC (the shiny plasticy material).

Clothing Material - Rubber  Clothing made out of, or involving, rubber or latex.

Clothing Material - Sheer  Clothing made out of, or involving, sheer (transparent or translucent) material.

Collars - Private  Wearing a “slave” collar in private.

Collars - Public  Wearing a “slave” collar in public.

Crawling  The act of crawling on all fours to denote submission.

Cutting  Deliberately cutting the skin.

Dilation - Anal  Deliberately stretching the anus open.

Dilation - Vaginal  Deliberately stretching the vagina open.

Discipline  Submitting to, or receiving, the [often corporal] discipline of another.

Drinking - Blood  Drinking blood.

Drinking - Semen  Drinking semen.

Drinking - Urine  Drinking urine.

Electricity  Using electricity for sensation or pain.

Enemas  Applying liquid (traditionally warm water) in to the lower intestine, via a tube. Often to induce uncontrolled, or hard to control, excretion.

Examination - Physical  Having your body physically examined and, often, appraised. Sometimes this includes medical examination roleplays though, here, that is listed as Roleplay - Medical.

Exhibitionism - Forced  Exposing your body to others, nominally against your will, at the will of another.

Exhibitionism - Voluntary  Willingly exposing your body to others.

Face Slapping  Slapping the face, usually with an open hand, to cause pain or denote position.

Fisting - Anal  Placing an entire hand (the term “fist” is often an exageration) inside the anus.

Fisting - Vaginal  Placing an entire hand (the term “fist” is often an exageration) inside the vagina.

Food - Chosen For  Having your food choices made for you, usually without the ability to appeal.

Food - From Body  Eating food from another person’s body. Either eating it directly from them or using them as a platter.

Food - From Bowl  Eating food directly from a bowl, like an animal such as a cat or dog.

Food - From Hand  Eating food directly from another person’s hand.

Gags (General)  Devices used to limit, or prevent, verbal communication.

Gags - Ball  A type of gag that uses a ball to effectively block any verbal communication.

Gags - Bit  A type of gag that uses a bar that goes across the mouth, much like a horse’s “bit”.

Gags - Ring  A type of gag that uses a ring to force the mouth open while providing access to the, now undefendable, mouth.

Gags - Tape  Using adhesive tape across the mouth to create a gag.

Given Away (General)  Being given, at a partner’s whim, to another person, usually temporarily.

Given Away - Auctions  Being given to another person as the result of a [slave] auction.

Given Away - Permanent  Being given away, at a partner’s whim, to another person, permanently.

Hand Jobs  Pleasuring someone else’s genitals with your hand.

Heterosexuality - Forced  Sexual acts with members of the opposite sex, nominally against your will.

Heterosexuality - Voluntary  Sexual acts with members of the opposite sex, willingly.

Homosexuality - Forced  Sexual acts with members of the same sex, nominally against your will.

Homosexuality - Voluntary  Sexual acts with members of the same sex, willingly.

Humiliation - Private  Acts in which you are humiliated, degrated, or shamed, in a private setting.

Humiliation - Public  Acts in which you are humiliated, degrated, or shamed, in front of others.

Humiliation - Verbal  Acts in which you are humiliated, degrated, or shamed, through either the words of someone else (such as name calling) or your own words.

Including Others  Acts in which other people, from outside your immediate relationship, are included.

Kneeling  The act of kneeling to denote submission.

Leashes  Wearing a leash, attached to a collar (or other convenient point).

Lecturing  An exposition of a given subject for the purpose of instruction or reprimand.

Licking  Using your tongue on another person’s body [or, often, anything they require].

Massage  Rubbing another person’s body for their relaxation.

Masturbation - Forced  Pleasuring your own genitals, with your hand, nominally against your will.

Masturbation - Voluntary  Pleasuring your own genitals, with your hand, willingly.

Nipple Clamps  Placing clamps on the nipples to cause pain.

Nipple Play  Acts that focus on the nipples.

Nipple Weights  Applying weights to the nipples to stretch them, generally to cause pain.

Nudity - Forced  Periods of time spent without clothing, nominally against you will.

Nudity - Voluntary  Periods of time spent without clothing.

Orgasm - On Command  Having to orgasm on the command of another person.

Orgasm Control  Giving control of when and how orgasms are experienced - and when they are not - to another person.

Orgasm Denial  Losing the right to have orgasms for an [often protracted] period of time.

Pain (General)  Acts involving physical pain.

Pain - Heavy  Acts involving a very large degree of physical pain.

Pain - Light  Acts involving some physical pain, yet without too great an intensity - being more symbolic than serious.

Phone Sex  Having sexually explicit phone conversations, usually involving performing sexual acts at the same time.

Rape - Fantasy  Acts that explore being sexually used, nominally against your will, by another person.

Rape - Fantasy, Gang  Acts that explore being sexually used, nominally against your will, by more than one other person.

Recorded Scenes - Photographs, Private  Having photographs taken of you, either naked or indulging in a sexual act, for private viewing only.

Recorded Scenes - Photographs, Shared  Having photographs taken of you, either naked or indulging in a sexual act, to be shared with others.

Recorded Scenes - Video, Private  Having video taken of you, either naked or indulging in a sexual act, for private viewing only.

Recorded Scenes - Video, Shared  Having video taken of you, either naked or indulging in a sexual act, to be shared with others.

Roleplay (General)  Scenes in which the participants take on and act out roles.

Roleplay - Age  Scenes in which the participants take on and act out roles based on being a different age (such as babies or naughty young girls).

Roleplay - Education  Scenes in which the participants take on and act out roles based on a scholastic teacher/student setting.

Roleplay - Interrogation  Scenes in which the participants take on and act out roles based on interrogations where one person is the interrogator and the other the subject.

Roleplay - Kidnapping  Scenes in which the participants take on and act out roles based on one partner being kidnapped.

Roleplay - Medical  Scenes in which the participants take on and act out roles such as Doctor/Patient.

Roleplay - Pig  Scenes in which the subject takes on and acts out a role based on being a pig.

Roleplay - Pony  Scenes in which the subject takes on and acts out a role based on being a pony.

Roleplay - Prison  Scenes in which the participants take on and act out roles based on the prison world such as Sadistic Jailer/Vulnerable Inmate

Roleplay - Puppy  Scenes in which the subject takes on and acts out a role based on being a puppy or adult dog.

Roleplay - Religious  Scenes in which the participants take on and act out roles based on the religious world such as confessionals or Bishop/Nun.

Roleplay - Whore  Scenes in which the subject takes on and acts out a role based on being a male or female prostitute, selling themselves to another person for sex.

Sensation Play (General)  Acts involving the senses and strong sensations.

Sensation Play - Deprivation  Acts involving depriving the subject of their senses (often to heighten the remaining ones).

Sensation Play - Fire  Acts involving the sensations and apprehensions caused by fire and heat.

Sensation Play - Hair Pulling  Acts involving the sensations and apprehensions caused by having hair pulled.

Sensation Play - Hot Wax  Acts involving the sensations and apprehensions caused by having hot candle wax dripped on to or applied to the body.

Sensation Play - Ice  Acts involving the sensations and apprehensions caused by using ice or other cold items on the body.

Sensation Play - Needle  Acts involving the sensations and apprehensions caused by using needles on the body, either scratching with them, or poking them.

Sensation Play - Scratching  Acts involving the sensations and apprehensions caused by being scratched.

Sensation Play - Suction  Acts involving the sensations and apprehensions caused by having suction applied to the body.

Sensation Play - Teasing  Acts involving the sensations and apprehensions caused by teasing the body.

Sensation Play - Tickling  Acts involving the sensations and apprehensions caused by tickling the body. More detailed below.

Serving (General)  Serving another person in specific ways, putting their pleasure ahead of your own. For example, a maid or a sexual servant.

Serving - Art  Serving another person, putting their pleasure ahead of your own, as a (usually immobile) piece of artwork such as a statue.

Serving - Ashtray  Serving another person, putting their pleasure ahead of your own, using a part of your body as a receptacle for their cigarette or cigar ash.

Serving - Chauffer  Serving another person, putting their pleasure ahead of your own, as their formal driver.

Serving - Dancer  Serving another person, putting their pleasure ahead of your own, as a dancer. For example, a belly dancer or stripper.

Serving - Following Orders  Serving another person, putting their pleasure ahead of your own, as they give you specific formal orders to follow.

Serving - Forced  Serving another person in specific ways, putting their pleasure ahead of your own, nominally forced against your will.

Serving - Furniture  Serving another person, putting their pleasure ahead of your own, as an immobile piece of furniture. For example, on all fours as a table or a footstool.

Serving - Housework  Serving another person, putting their pleasure ahead of your own, performing household chores.

Serving - Maid  Serving another person, putting their pleasure ahead of your own, as a maid. For example, serving tea while wearing a uniform.

Serving - Sexually  Serving another person, putting their pleasure ahead of your own, in whatever sexual way pleases them.

Sex - Anal  Sexual intercourse involving a penis entering your anus.

Sex - Cunnilingus  Sexually stimulating the vagina with a mouth/tongue.

Sex - Denial  Going without sex, or sexual gratification, often at another person’s command.

Sex - Fellatio  Sexually stimulating the penis with a mouth/tongue.

Sex - Group  Sexual intercourse with more than one partner.

Sex - Penetration, Double  Sexual intercourse in which two orrifices (mouth, vagina, anus) are filled.

Sex - Penetration, Triple  Sexual intercourse in which three orrifices (mouth, vagina, anus) are filled.

Sex - Rimming  Sexually stimulating the anus with a mouth/tongue.

Sex - Threesome  Sexual intercourse with two other people.

Sex - Vaginal  Sexual intercourse involving a penis entering your vagina.

Sex - Vanilla  Traditional sexual intercourse, without involving any kinks.

Sex Toys - Beads  Having a string of connected beads (or balls) inserted in to your anus or vagina and then pulled out.

Sex Toys - Butt Plugs  Wearing a “plug” inserted in to your anus.

Sex Toys - Dildos  Using and/or being penetrated with a non-vibrating artificial phallus.

Sex Toys - Eggs  Variously known as Ben-Wa Balls, Love Eggs, etc. Two balls made to be vaginally inserted which vibrate when you move or are battery powered to vibrate.

Sex Toys - Public (Under Clothes)  Going out in public with a sex toy (such as a butt plug) in your body, under your clothing.

Sex Toys - Strap On  Using and/or being penetrated with an artificial phallus that fastens about a partner’s waist.

Sex Toys - Vibrators  Using and/or being penetrated with a vibrating toy, usually an artificial phallus.

Shaving - Body  Removing all traces of hair below the neck.

Shaving - Genital  Removing all traces of hair from the genitals.

Shaving - Genital, Styling  Shaving or trimming pubic hair, removing some but not all of it in a given style.

Shaving - Head  Removing all traces of hair from the head.

Showers - Brown  Defecating on another person.

Showers - Golden  Urinating on another person.

Speculums - Anal  Using a medical tool to dilate (stretch open) the entrance to the anus, providing access within.

Speculums - Vaginal  Using a medical tool to dilate (stretch open) the entrance to the vagina, providing access within.

Swapping (Partner)  Sex between two or more couples where members of each couple exchange partners and have sex with them.

Tickling (General) Acts in which one partner is tickled.

Tickling - Brushes Acts in which one partner is tickled with a brush.

Tickling - Fingernails Acts in which one partner is tickled with a hands.

Tickling - Hairbrushes  Acts in which one partner is tickled with a hairbrush.

Tickling - Hard  Acts in which one partner is tickled hard.

Tickling - Oiled Acts in which one partner is tickled after aplied lotion.

Tickling - Prolonged Acts in which one partner is tickled for a longer period of time

Tickling - Soft  Acts in which one partner is tickled softly.

Tickling - Toothbrushes Acts in which one partner is tickled with a (electric)toothbrush.

Tickling Location - Ribs Tickling based acts that focus on the ribs

Tickling Location - Armpits Tickling based acts that focus on the armpits

Tickling Location - Sides Tickling based acts that focus on the sides

Tickling Location - Stomach Tickling based acts that focus on the stomach

Tickling Location - Thighs Tickling based acts that focus on the thighs  

Tickling Location - Knees Tickling based acts that focus on the knees

Tickling Location -  Feet Tickling based acts that focus on the  feet

Worship (General) Worshiping the body of another person

Worship - Breast  Worshiping the breasts of another person.

Worship - Foot  Worshiping the feet of another person.

Worship - Genital  Worshiping the genitals of another person.

Worship - Hands Worshiping the hands of another person.

Worship - High Heel  Worshiping the high-heeled shoes of another person.

Worship - Legs Worshiping the legs of another person

Wrestling  Wrestling with another person, overpowering them or being overpowered

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From shelter to home: Why New Leash is essential to adopters, shelters, and homeless dogs in our communities

Overpopulation in our shelters is a well-known issue, and the statistics are alarming. Too many dogs end up in shelters that don’t have the space, and unfortunately, many lose their lives as a result. What is less well known, just as unfortunate, but almost impossible to quantify is how many dogs in shelters are actually returned adoptions.  With city and local shelters running on tight funding and limited staff, it can be very difficult to assess what behaviors or health concerns a dog may display in a home post-adoption. Often, this leads to dogs being returned, furthering their stress and contributing to the growing overpopulation issue.

This is where New Leash on Life- USA really makes a difference! Our program allows us to take dogs from the shelter and really get to know them while in our care, often resolving any underlying behaviors or health issues. Unlike a shelter, which may have thousands of dogs each season to keep track of and try to find suitable outcomes for, New Leash dedicates our resources to the dogs most in need and works diligently to find them permanent homes.  

So what does the journey from shelter to home look like for a dog pulled from a shelter by New Leash on Life- USA? It all starts with our selection process. New Leash staff, with the help of our many volunteers, identifies which shelter dogs are most in need and least likely to have a positive outcome from the shelter. We take dogs who are physically ill, show signs of extreme stress from confinement, or have been passed over by potential adopters for so long that they are unlikely to be adopted.  

Next, we rigorously assess them, ensuring they will be safe and comfortable in a prison environment. This process allows us to determine which dogs are most likely to be successful; however, because we often work with sick or stressed dogs, we do have to take some degree of unpredictability into account.  

Once we have selected a group of dogs for an upcoming class, they need to be appropriately vetted, including typical vet care such as neuter or spay surgery, vaccines, microchipping, and preventative medications along with the atypical costs that come with a high-risk population. We have had to treat various illnesses ranging from heartworm disease and upper respiratory infection to mammary cancer and mange. Medical care for one class of New Leash dogs adds up quickly!

Once everyone is stable and ready to go to prison, the entire class is outfitted with all the supplies they will need for 12 weeks. This includes food (oh, so much food!), treats, bowls, leashes, collars, harnesses, toys, peanut butter, ongoing medications if needed, and so much more! Taking care of more than six dogs for 12 weeks adds up quickly, and that’s not even including the supplies for the human end of the leash! Over the course of each session, the dogs are continuously assessed and trained. We make sure we know them as well as possible and observe any behaviors that may not have been evident in a shelter setting but could affect their adoption. For example, we have seen dogs who are terrified of TV noises -- not exactly something they would experience in a shelter but definitely something that would be an issue in a home. All the dogs in our program are also trained daily to ensure they’re better candidates for adoption and more likely to be successful in their new homes. 

We also work together to determine what sort of home each dog will do best in, and then work hard to find each the best possible adopter. The process runs from applications to interviews, home visits, multiple meetings with each family, and many hours spent on ensuring a safe future for our dogs.

But with even the best matches, life is unpredictable and sometimes adoptions fall through. In that event, New Leash steps in to prevent any dog we have ever pulled from ever going back to a shelter. Any dog saved once by New Leash on Life- USA is forever saved by New Leash on Life- USA. If a dog ever has to come back to us for any reason, we take them back and rely on our network of volunteers and foster homes to help us care for and reassess them.  When dogs come back to us, whether for a few days or a few months, we ensure they receive the highest quality veterinary care and training.

New Leash is committed to breaking the cycle of returns to shelters; while this figure is not readily available, any number is too high. With your support we can continue to care for dogs who are high-risk and low likelihood of adoption and mold them into wonderful family members.