Rescue - Blog Posts
Day 5: Where do you think you’re going? || Rescue
I’m realizing that I make a lot of Erasermic whump...
(I was almost late today, but I made it barely in time XD )
Footage emerged from Gazan journalist Nooh Al-Shagboni of the heroes of the Civil Defense rescuing a number of children, women, and youth from under the rubble of a home bombed by the IOF in Gaza.
A 37-day-old baby named Salam (peace), born during the first days of the war amidst the bombing, was rescued after a four-hour-long operation, reborn from under the rubble after all thought she had been martyred.
Salam was the firstborn child of her mother and father, who both ascended to martyrdom as a result of the bombing.
Hello guys!
I am making this post, literally begging you to donate to this shelter!!
They have 120 animals currently and they rescue everyday more and more, they don’t even have a car and they ask people around to drive them so they could save more puppies and cats!
I donated already 5 times and i promise you i will donate more and more when i can! But PLEASE spare with me 3-4 $ to help these animals! Help them help more animals !
I BEG YOU DONATE TO THESE POOR SOULS!!
I will leave here the links to the fundraisers! The links to their social media, so you can see also their activity.
DONATE-FACEBOOK
DONATE - GOGETFUNDING
PayPal: arcaluinorocel@yahoo.com
Revolut: +40726077704
PLEASE SHARE THIS POST! HELP THEM LIVE! HELP THEM FIND A BETTER HOME…
Please comment or send me a message here or on Ig if you donated!
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This is a writing I love from my old blog, please enjoy :)
"Whumpee! Whumpee oh thank god, are you ok?!"
The caretaker's heart broke as they saw the whumpee flinch at their voice, they looked up, their eyes stayed locked on the doorway even as the caretaker rushed to the whumpee's side, pulling them into a gentle hug.
The whumpee melted in the caretaker's embrace, "I... c-caretaker please take it off I c-can't, please," the whumpee's voice shook.
"What do you..." the caretaker looked for any restraints, but couldn't see what the whumpee was talking about, "What do you want me to take off?"
The whumpee looked panicked, their eyes were vacant, "please I can't, I can't s-see please take it off," tears began to drip down the whumpee's face.
The caretaker's eyes widened, their throat felt tight.
The whumpee wasn't wearing a blindfold.
"Whumpee, take a breath ok, it's all going to be ok."
"Please, please I- I want to see you, I want to k-know it's over- please," the whumpee took in hitched gasps between words.
"Shushhh, it's ok, I know," the caretaker pulled the whumpee back into their arms, cradling their head against their shoulder, "I'm here, even if you can't see me, I'm here. It's over."
"Please take it off," the whumpee's voice was a weak whisper.
"Whumpee, I- I'm so sorry-"
"please."
"You're," the caretaker hesitated, "whumpee there's nothing over your eyes, nothing to take off. I- I'm so sorry."
A sob escaped the whumpee's lips, "I c-can't caretaker, please. Please I can't see."
The caretaker's heart felt like it would break in half, "I know, I know I'm so sorry,"
"I- I can't," the whumpee pulled back, freeing their hands to rub at their eyes, "I can't- no, no no, please! Please they, they can't take another thing, I- I want to see you, please," the whumpee let out another broken sob.
"Come here, don't," the caretaker gently pushed the whumpee's hands away from their face, "you'll hurt yourself."
The whumpee let their hands be moved, tears streaming down their face.
"p-please."
There was nothing the caretaker could do.
Found a single lonely duckling in my garden a few days ago. No nest or mama duck in sight. I’ve decided to adopt her/him (still too early to tell). Under the warming lamp cuddling with bearly. It’s 50/50 whether imprinting happens and the duck decides to bond or go back to the wild. Going back to the wild would be the BEST. We’ll see in about 6 months. I can’t believe I’m a mama duck 🦆...
New kid at Chateau Loki. A 4 month old rescue boy. Boxer/Pit mix, mild mannered and always wagging. The sisters - our Shepard mix 3 year olds - are not very happy right now. Fen is becoming less reactive to him, but Louie absolutely loses it when she sees him. The transition looks like it's going to take a while...<sigh>
Why We Celebrate Search and Rescue Technologies on 4/06
Today (4/06), we celebrate the special radio frequency transmitted by emergency beacons to the international search and rescue network.
This 406 MHz frequency, used only for search and rescue, can be "heard" by satellites hundreds of miles above the ground! The satellites then "forward" the location of the beacon back to Earth, helping first responders locate people in distress worldwide, whether from a plane crash, a boating accident or other emergencies.
Our Search and Rescue office, based out of our Goddard Space Flight Center, researches and develops emergency beacon technology, passing the technology to companies who manufacture the beacons, making them available to the public at retail stores. The beacons are designed for personal, maritime and aviation use.
The search and rescue network, Cospas-Sarsat, is an international program that ensures the compatibility of distress alert services with the needs of users. Its current space segment relies on instruments onboard low-Earth and geosynchronous orbiting satellites, hundreds to thousands of miles above us.
Space instruments forward distress signals to the search and rescue ground segment, which is operated by partner organizations around the world! They manage specific regions of the ground network. For example, the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) operates the region containing the United States, which reaches across the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans as well as parts of Central and South America.
NOAA notifies organizations that coordinate search and rescue efforts of a 406 MHz distress beacon's activation and location. Within the U.S., the U.S. Air Force responds to land-based emergencies and the U.S. Coast Guard responds to water-based emergencies. Local public service organizations like police and fire departments, as well as civilian volunteers, serve as first responders.
Here at NASA, we research, design and test search and rescue instruments and beacons to refine the existing network. Aeronautical beacon tests took place at our Langley Research Center in 2015. Using a 240-foot-high structure originally used to test Apollo spacecraft, our Search and Rescue team crashed three planes to test the survivability of these beacons, developing guidelines for manufacturers and installation into aircraft.
In the future, first responders will rely on a new constellation of search and rescue instruments on GPS systems on satellites in medium-Earth orbit, not hundreds, but THOUSANDS of miles overhead. These new instruments will enable the search and rescue network to locate a distress signal more quickly than the current system and achieve accuracy an order of magnitude better, from a half mile to approximately 300 feet. Our Search and Rescue office is developing second-generation 406 MHz beacons that make full use of this new system.
We will also incorporate these second-generation beacons into the Orion Crew Survival System. The Advanced Next-Generation Emergency Locator (ANGEL) beacons will be attached to astronaut life preservers. After splashdown, if the Orion crew exits the capsule due to an emergency, these beacons will make sure we know the exact location of floating astronauts! Our Johnson Space Center is testing this technology for used in future human spaceflight and exploration missions.
If you're the owner of an emergency beacon, remember that beacon registration is free, easy and required by law.
To register your beacon, visit: beaconregistration.noaa.gov
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I’ve been on that Whumpay grind, and I’m back again (to no one’s shock or surprise). I dunno about you guys, but I love rescue fics. I also love the teenage mutant ninja turtles.
When I saw the prompt “Muzzled”, I knew exactly what needed to be done.
I’m pretty sure I hyperfocused so hard I blacked out lmao, but here we go
Tw: Swearing (it’s always Raph), mentions of injuries and blood
Leonardo wasn’t prepared for this.
They had been looking for weeks. Two hellish weeks. They had checked under every rock, every nook, in every cranny. They ransacked every abandoned building they came across, every tunnel in the sewers. Hell, they even broke into the Shredders lair.
They. Looked. Everywhere.
They were getting desperate, snappy. They barely slept, barely ate. Master Splinter had tried to keep the two of them inside for one day- just to rest.
He never tried that again.
It had been the beginning of the third week when they found it. Raphael had almost run straight by the building, but Leo stopped. He noticed that on the gps there was no building in this location. Not only that, but they couldn’t see an address. The structure was way too new to be off the grid, and it was easy to realize something shady was going on.
From an outside perspective it was just a storage building. Unassuming, grey brick, a blue roof made of metal, and a ten foot high chain link fence that circled the property. For a few hours they waited and watched, silently. It bustled with just enough activity that they almost left, wondering if they were making something out of nothing. That was until it hit him that the people coming in weren’t the same ones coming out a few minutes later. Leo knew it shouldn’t take hours to check your storage compartment, unless you weren’t. That’s when Raph spotted the man, an officer circling the perimeter.
“What the fuck is this? Protected storage?” He snapped, huffing with frustration. They had been up in the trees, hidden from view but still able to observe the compound.
Leo didn’t react, scanning the property for guards. It didn’t take long to realize that it was armed to the teeth with soldiers and guns.
“There’s something sketchy going on down there.” He mumbled.
Beside him, Raph snorted. “No shit, fearless.”
They fell silent once again, and Raph shifted on his tree branch. He was almost.. apprehensive. Scared.
“Do you think… Mikey and Donnie are in there?” He asked softly, looking at his older brother. Leo’s eyes hardened, his fist tightening on the branch in hand. He hoped so, he really hoped so.
“Theres only one way to find out, right?”
Raphael looked confused for a second before he smirked, cracking his knuckles with an evil looking glint in his eye.
“Tonight?”
“Tonight.”
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It wasn’t hard to break in. They slipped past the guards easily, taking them out with practiced precision. They were methodical and silent, hidden within the shadows. They made their way into some sort of elevator. They’d already stolen a keycard from one of the high ranking guards, ensuring access to every level. The first floor they landed on seemed to store old and unused lab technology. They had a laugh about how Donnie would love this, before they fell silent, the weight of what was at stake resting heavily on their shoulders.
The next floor was a lab, extensive and huge. It seemed to go on forever, door after door leading to more rooms than they could count on both hands. But it wasn’t the size that worried them, it was everything else. Tazers and cattle prods, trays full of scalpels and bone saws, dissection tables, test tubes numbered from 1-578. Then there was that room, full of giant tubes containing some sort of green goo. What they held.. well, it looked like mutants. They were probably made from scratch, floating within the green liquid.
They gave each other a look then, certain they were in the right place, and yet so incredibly scared of what they might find.
The floor below that looked like a training room, one they didn’t bother exploring.
However, the floor below that one… well, it was nothing short of a prison. Cells lined the walls in every direction, and Leo’s skin crawled with disgust. It was inhumane, unsanitary and it reeked of blood. Some cells were empty, some weren’t. Even if he wanted to save every mutant captured, he knew there wasn’t any time. He was on a mission. He needed to find his brothers.
It was one of the last cells, furthest away from the elevator, practically hidden in the darkness. They would’ve walked past without a second glance if they hadn’t heard it, a high pitched whimper, the sound of chains rustling. Then, a voice.
“Leo..?”
It was scratchy, barely above a whisper, but Leo would recognize that voice anywhere. His heart had plummeted to his feet as he rushed to the bars, grabbing at them desperately.
“Donnie!?” He whisper shouted, trying to peer into the dark cell. He could make out two silhouettes, one of them sat up against the wall, his arms hanging next to him, limply. Laid out on his lap there was a second figure, presumably asleep, curled up close to the first. With what little light they had, Leo could make out green skin and shells on both of them.
Next to him, Raph had froze, staring at the scene in front of him with wide eyes. His sais hung limply in his hands, mouth parted in horror. He stepped forward and his face tightened, twisting in guilt and worry. He had stabbed his sai into the lock mechanism, twisting it roughly until he heard a click. Raph didn’t waste any time before he entered the cell, dropping to his knees next to the two figures. Leo followed soon after, first checking to make sure no one heard the commotion. Once he deemed it was safe, he joined them inside the poor excuse for a room.
Raph had pulled out his t-phone to turn the flashlight on, and almost dropped it immediately after.
Donnie was muzzled. Leo hadn’t noticed until now- how, he wasn’t sure- but he was muzzled. Like a wild animal. He gasped from his place behind Raph, his hand covering his mouth as he glanced over their bodies. He didn’t want to look too closely just yet, scared of what he might see. What he had gathered from the once over was enough. Leo wanted to throw up, but he knew he needed to keep it together. He was the leader for Christ’s sakes! But… god.
Leonardo wasn’t prepared for this.
It was quiet. They all stood there- or sat, in Donnie’s case- and stared. Raph couldn’t look away from the muzzle. Leo was scanning Mikey’s shell, mentally noting every new dent and scratch. Donnie’s eyes flicked between his two older brothers, like he couldn’t believe this was real.
They sound of a low groan snapped them out of their silent trance. Michelangelo shifted from where he was in Donnie’s lap, letting out the same whimper they heard earlier. Leo didn’t think his heart could break anymore, but here he was, his heart breaking.
“Oh god..” he mumbled, finally dropping to his knees on the other side of Donatello. He hesitantly grabbed Mikey’s shoulders, rolling him over. He almost puked at what he saw.
His little brother had bruises covering his skin and his beak looked broken, evident by the blood dripping down his face. What really pissed him off was the collar around his neck, metal and about an inch thick. It looked too tight to be comfortable, but, it did explain why the youngest didn’t have a muzzle. Leo swallowed harshly, tapping Mikey’s shoulder.
“Mikey, can you hear me?”
His brothers eyes fluttered but didn’t open, and Leo frowned. He grabbed his shoulder, careful about any bruises or scrapes, and gave him a light shake.
“Come on Mike, we need to get you out of here.”
Finally he seemed to stir, cracking his eyes open ever so slightly. Donnie immediately pushed the t-phone out of Mikey’s face, before he gingerly brought a hand to his forehead, swiping his thumb over the skin a few times. Mikey looked up at Donnie with confusion and maybe concern, before he looked around. He saw Leo first and did a double take, his eyes widening in shock. Then Mikey was sitting up, far too quickly because he nearly fell over in the process, but it was clear that he didn’t care, throwing himself into Leo’s arms. Donnie reached after him, his arm hovering in the air as he watched the two before it dropped onto his lap.
Raph had long since started looking around for the chains they’d heard earlier. Once spotted, he didn’t waste any time before breaking both of them with his sai. He let out a small puff of air, sitting back onto his heels. At least they weren’t tied down anymore, he thought bitterly.
Leo didn’t care about anything but the turtle in his arms. He held his brother tightly, the relief was finally hitting him. He could feel Mikey’s tears soaking his shoulder, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t shedding some of his own. The younger turtle was trembling, his face was tucked into Leo’s neck and his body felt cold, but Leo didn’t care. He was here. In Leo’s arms. That’s all that mattered right now.
“Not to burst your bubble or anything, but we need to get out. Like, now.” Raph snapped, already helping Donnie to his feet. Leo noticed that the muzzle was still on his face, it must’ve been too dangerous to take it off right now. Raph wouldn’t leave it unless he had too.
Leo nodded from his place on the floor, shifting Mikey into a princess carry soon after. He stood up, pulling Mikey close to his chest. His younger brother still hadn’t said anything, and that fact alone was starting to worry Leo.
“Alright, you got Donnie?” A quick nod of confirmation from Raph was all he needed before they set off. They were careful, doing their best to be quiet. Donnie stumbled a lot, clearly dizzy and weak, before Raph wordlessly offered him a piggyback.
It was smooth sailing from there on.
They made it to the elevator and hit the main level, all of them standing in silence. Raph and Leo were relieved to have their brothers back, but worried about what happened. Mikey and Donnie were still reeling from their imprisonment. They didn’t see any guards- they were all still tied up and gagged- and made it across the property within a minute.
The first step outside of the gates felt like a huge weight lifted off their shoulders. Leo let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, and Raph was quick to call their father. He let him know that they found their brothers and that they were heading home.
They made it back about an hour later to a panicked April and a concerned Splinter. They still didn’t know what happened to them, they weren’t sure they ever would, but they were home, and that was good enough for Leo.
You can also find this on Ao3 :3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65316250
I had to go through many untrusting dogs that my family and I helped rescue. This makes me nostalgic for when I would pick up a shaking lost puppy and not flinch if it bit me out of fear. Please help dogs and cats you see in the streets that need help if you can, probably use leashes where I used my hands more like the over daring idiot I was as a child though heh heh.
a very scared abandoned dog was saved off of the streets and regained her happiness
video by @hopeforpaws
Huh,, so good people aren't just a myth after all??
A few days ago I discovered this poor little guy laying on the train tracks at my local station, I took it upon myself to rescue him, clean him, and reunite him with his owner.
u/YuyaBestBoy
Roxie, the rescue dog (miraculously rescued before her scheduled euthanasia)
My knight from the east)
paper, felt pen, liner
Cousins came to help!
Priority Target
