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misc-obeyme · 22 days

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I'm always brain rotting about really silly things like food, fashion, and transportation in the devildom compared to the human world. world building i suppose?

but how do you think the spice levels compare? like there's different types of spicy, and the devildom for sure has spicier stuff. But i wonder how spicy it is. Like Mammon's hell sauce noodles...

I'm thinking about this because my mom cooked dinner, and she always makes separate food for me and my little brothers if she's using chiles (in this case it was just meat cooked without the spicy sauce). and i tried some because I'm trying to finally build my tolerance and I was dying at the first bite 😭 tastes so good though. she gave me a surprised look when i added more spicy food to my plate

i already know mammon would make me try spicy things for shits and giggles, or new foods because I'm a picky eater. Also there's a saying/joke in Spanish where people will ask if you were angry while making something if it's too spicy lmao.

I haven't been too active because I've been busy working early shifts and training in framing at my old store (forgot to set my alarms the last two days), but tomorrow I'm off, and going to ihop and bookstores with my friend !! she's trying to finish her current read so we can buddy read King of Wrath together (king of sloth comes out soon). I'M SO EXICTED

Anyway i hope you're having a good day/night, and I'm very excited for the anniversary banner. May everyone's boys come home 🙏

- ✨ anon

Ohhh yessss I love worldbuilding! And there's so much they leave out, there's plenty of stuff we can fill in, which is always fun.

Okay so spice levels, apparently it really depends on the individual as to how spicy something truly is. This is because humans at least have the ability to make themselves less sensitive to capsaicinoids, which is what they call plants with capsaicin in them. That's the spicy, I think they evolved with it to prevent predators from eating them, but humans were like nope we'll just get used to it!

Anyway, I think this is relevant because it's going to depend on whether or not demons also have that ability or if it's different for them biologically. Like okay, if humans eat enough capsaicin, over time they become partly immune to it, which is why some people can eat really spicy food and other people can't. I think some of that might also just be genetics... like some people might be born more resilient to it to begin with. But don't quote me on that lol.

So demons either have a natural immunity (not completely though because they clearly can still taste the spice, it's just much less) or they also have the ability to desensitize themselves to it.

I like to think it's a bit of both just like it is in humans, but demons have a higher tolerance level to start with. And they all have it. Because they're demons and that just feels right, you know?

But I also think it'd be interesting to consider that the tongues of demons are made of different stuff than the tongues of humans. Or that there are some demons who have tongues that are more scaly or something. Just because that'd be fun lol.

Anyway, I think the spice levels in the Devildom are probably pretty high. I like to think that Mammon has an especially high tolerance due to the fact that those spicy hell sauce noodles are his favorite. You know he eats them all the time and if they can also build tolerance, he must be super used to it by now.

I definitely think he'd make you eat spicy food lol. That's just how spicy food lover are, too. I'm also extremely sensitive to spicy foods. I've been trying to build up my tolerance, too, so I've been adding some hot sauce to things, but it's nothing compared to my brother in law. His spice tolerance is insane. And he's always like, here try this it's not spicy. I have learned not to believe it.

I love the idea that being angry while cooking makes food spicy.... I feel like there could legit be a spell for that in the Devildom, too.

There you go working all kinds of crazy shifts again... truly Mammon coded lol. I hope you had an amazing day off and enjoyed your time with your friend!! I looove bookstores and pancakes, so that sounds like an excellent time!

I hope you're having a lovely day/night as well! And YES I too am quite excited about the HDD~ spreading all the love & luck to all to get their faves~

#sorry I really rambled about spice didn't I #I'm just intrigued by these little details #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me mammon #✨ anon #misc answers

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foreverfairytailfan · 4 months

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🚨RANNT ABOUT FAIRY TAIL HATE INCOMINGGGG🚨

Long rant. Like LONG long. Feel free to scroll on by but I seriously needed this off my chest so just be prepared if you decide to read it💀 also not trying to (and wont with all due respect) debate with anyone about the things I’ve mentioned below, this is just purely how I feel inside atm, plus it’s super sloppy and emotionally charged; I would’ve done a much better job at talking if it was a debate post, but it’s not lol. Debating stuff about FT can always happen another time on another day so hopefully this post isn’t misunderstood to be starting something, just a simple rant :) okaythanksforyourtimehaveagoodday

Mentions of death, as well as murder/killing

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ARGH THESE FAIRY TAIL HATERS GET ON MY NERVES SOMETIMES FOR REAL! LIKE I GET PERSONAL PREFERENCES BUT THEY HATE OVER THE MOST STUPIDEST THINGS ABOUT IT!!

One thing I always see people complain about is how Fairy Tail hardly has any killings. First of all, wtf??? How have we become so desensitized that we want to see innocent characters to die? Like I get it contributes to good story telling by expressing the emotional process of it all, and I certainly know I’m not immune to a good and gripping character death when it’s done right, but come on do we really need to have people dying left and right ALL THE TIME?? If the story has to have so many deaths 24/7 to make it a good story, is it really a good story?

Second, there was in fact death in Fairy Tail; it’s just not enough death for people to mention apparently?? While the deaths are rare in FT, when they happen I think it hits harder, and it makes it much more personal because it’s not a normal occurrence. It affects you on a deeper level because you weren’t expecting it already, you know? It shows us that death shouldn’t be taken lightly.

Third, death is not gonna happen frequently for Fairy Tail. Why? BECAUSE THEY ARENT ACTIVELY FIGHTING CRIME!! THEY ARE NOT A GUILD ABOUT FIGHTING PEOPLE!!! They. are. not. superheros!! They are a magic guild that cares about family, their town and townspeople, and supporting one another. They always try keep the violence to themselves (aka roughhousing) and taking jobs that can have potential battles involved.

They don’t ask to be dragged into shit like guild wars, fighting literal dragons and crazies, and life threatening forces! They fight because they’re good people who want to protect the ones they love, innocents, and their planet. This is not a shonen about killing their enemies and bathing in their blood and victory, all they want is to have peace and fun with each other. There is more to the story than death. There are multiple tragic things that happen in the series that are just as heartbreaking as a death.

It’s a feel good series that doesn’t focus on the deep negatives, but how people overcome said negatives and use the power of the love for their found family to fight for what’s right. You say it’s a surface level series, but the truth is your not willing to look deeper under it because you can’t be bothered to see there is more to a series than many deaths, killings, etc.

there are so many shows and mangas like FT that don’t get a quarter of hate like FT does and I just think it’s incredibly stupid and unfair to target a show over petty reasons such as LACK OF DEATH?? It’s a wonderful show that is supposed to cheer you up and make you feel happy, why can’t we just have a series that’s exactly like that and still be considered a good story? And yes, Fairy Tail isn’t perfect; no series is. It has its flaws just like any other shonen.

My point is that FT is picked on way too much for reasons that other anime’s display as well, and that there’s a lot of hypocrisy in FT haters. I never understood why Fairy Tail was the scapegoat for all the hate when their favorite shows and mangas do the exact same thing! If Fairy Tail isn’t what you’re looking for, then move on without shitting on it.

The people of Fairy Tail are extremely important to me, as cheesy and cringe as that sounds. They raised me, taught me lessons that I still hold dear to my heart to this day. It has picked me up in times of need while still being able to evoke strong emotions from me. It just gets under my skin when so many people either pick it apart and don’t bother to dig deeper behind the meaning of it, or just sexualize the characters constantly without paying attention to the valuable lessons we could be learning from them instead.

I know it’s just a show/series at the end of the day, and I shouldn’t let it bother me this much; but I can’t help it, the characters are like family to me and have helped me process many emotions and gotten me through dark times. I just think if you’re gonna hate, you should do your research first and then come back with plausible reasons. I respect all opinions (as long as it doesn’t hurt others) and I never try to say that they’re wrong and I’m right blahblahblah because we all have our own preferences and that should be celebrated, as well as be able to have the right to express them; but let’s not over do it with hate outloud and in the open where people can be affected by the hurtful things you say.

#fairy tail #fairy tail rant #emotionally charged rant so don’t take it too seriously lol #sorry for the long post lol #rant #Im tired now lol #anime rant #have a good day friends #:)

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toomanyfandoms02 · 4 years

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Claustrophobia // Spencer Reid x Reader

Back to blurbs!!! This one was for @andiebeaword

Summary - Reader has claustrophobia and Spencer wants to help her get over it.

Word Count - 1.2k

Idk if I need a Trigger Warning for this but, theres like one mention of anxiety and obvious mentions of claustrophobia.

Prompts - "Close the door" -- "Excuse me. Excuse me! Yes you, you're sitting in my seat."

Don't get me wrong, I loved my job. But it was completely and undeniably exhausting. Hence why my suitcase was so lazily dragging behind me as I slugged towards the jet.

"Someone looks enthused." Spencer chimed from beside me, nudging me lightly with his elbow. I gave him a glare and continued my trek to the aircraft. He jogged in front of me, hurrying up the metal steps. How can he have so much energy?

*Must be the copious amounts of coffee he consumes daily.*

I reminded myself, remembering that I counted him drinking at least 5 cups today.

Soon I was trudging up the stairs, rubbing my head from the headache I could feel coming on. I could just sleep it off. But the universe must have had other plans for me as I looked over at the couch to see Spencer sitting there, on his laptop.

"Excuse me." I took a few steps toward him. "Excuse me!" His head shot up from the screen, pointing to himself and looking around. The rest of the team held wide eyes. "Yes you, you're sitting in my seat." My arms were crossed over my chest in frustration at this point.

"I don't see your name on it." He teased, looking under the leather seat. Even standing slightly to look around. But I was *not* in the mood.

I was sleepy.

I sighed a little, softening my stance somewhat.

"Look Reid, I need a nap, unlike you who drinks mounds of caffeine and won't need sleep until you get home. I could feel my eyes drooping. He patted the seat next to him, pulling his computer farther up his lap.

"Come nap next to me." JJ nudged me forward from her seat, I turned to her with a death glare. She responded with a look as to say:

*Do not pass up this chance you dumb bitch.*

I loved and hated her for that. I let out a loud sigh, setting my rolling case next to the couch and sitting next to him.

His hand came to his shoulder, patting there now. I raised my eyebrow in question.

"You wanted to sleep right? Sleep." His head tilted to his shoulder. I was tired... So I set my head down.

The coat he was wearing was comfy against my cheek. Just before I closed my eyes I could see the small smile adorning his face.

"Before you fall asleep, can I ask why you never sit in the regular seats?" The question was honestly kind of uncomfortable for me, but I wasn't going to tell him *that*.

"I, I have severe claustrophobia. Even if I'm just sitting in a seat and someone in next to me, I feel boxed in. The only reason I'm not feeling it right now is because there isnt a wall next to me." He peered down at me while I confessed.

"Would you ever want to get over that fear?" I didn't know where this was going, but I'm sure I wasn't going to like it.

"Well yeah, everyone wants to get over fears." He lifted my head from his shoulder.

"Do you trust me?" I nodded with a grimace. He started pulling me up and to the back of the plane. He then backed into the bathroom. I tugged back on his hand.

"The team is definitely going to think we are doing *something* in here Spencer." I snapped at him.

"Hotch already suspects that we are dating." He smirked.

"Oh yes! Let's prove him right!" I waved my arms, my left one still attached to his.

"Would that be so bad?" There was only a momentary pause before he tugged hard on my arm, pulling me fully into the bathroom. "Close the door." He insisted. I shook my head defiently. He swiftly grabbed my shoulders, switching our places so he was near the door. He shut it softly and locked it.

"Now they are really gonna think we are doing it." I chuckled nervously, holding my arms as if I was cold. But really I was realizing just how *small* this room was, especially with 2 people in it. I could feel my breath picking up a bit. "Are you trying to prove some point to yourself." I snapped again, getting defensive.

"No, Claustrophobia, like most phobias, responds fairly well to treatment. Cognitive behavioral therapy and desensitization can be especially helpful. In this case we are doing physical treatment." He shrugged. My chin was hitting my chest from how far down my head was looking, my eyes squeezed shut.

"Wow, I'm sure its gonna work so well in a *jet bathroom*." My head was spinning, but I kept my eyes closed. I was sure if I opened them it would be worse.

"You know, I knew you were claustrophobic, I've wanted to help for a while." I could hear him lean against the bathroom door, it creaked. I risked opening my eyes to see him standing nonchalantly.

"How the *hell* is this suppose to help me Reid?" I could feel tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I had so much anxiety in here. I'm sure he could see the glassy look in my eyes because he grabbed my arms, pulling me into a hug.

"Oh please don't cry, I didn't mean to upset you." I could hear the fear and guilt in his voice.

"In gonna be honest, it's not you, this room is really small." I could feel myself shaking, surely a panic attack was on it's way. He held me tighter. I pulled my arms from between us and hugged him back.

"You know, Physical touch is known to improve the function of your immune system as well as reduce diseases such as those associated with the heart and blood. One study on women found that receiving more hugs from their partners led to lower heart rates and blood pressure." He rambled, setting his chin on my head.

"What kind of partners?" I giggled, calming moderately. My voice was muffled by his shirt. "Like partners in crime?"

"I-I guess that's what we would be, right?" I pulled from the hug.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Do you feel a little better about it?" His face was unsure as he asked.

"A bit yeah. Can we please get out if here though? It's kind of hot." I fanned myself. He nodded and opened the door. Just as we were coming out of the door the whole team was staring at us. I could feel all the blood rushing to my cheeks. I looked up at Spencer to see he was in the same position.

"What were you guys doing in there?" JJ teased with a huge grin.

"Will you guys *all* get your heads out of the gutter. He was trying to get me to get over my claustrophobia." I whined, wanting to immediately be off of the subject.

"Sure, I bet he definitely *helped*." Enily commented, poking my side as I walked by. I glared at the team, sitting next to Spencer again, leaning on his shoulder.

"Shut up, assholes." I smiled.

#mgg #criminal minds #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #matthew gray gubler #matthewgraygubler #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid one shot

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inkdrawndreamer · 3 years

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Speak No Evil: the cathartic power of horror

*for full effect, pretend I’m reading this in Ryan Hollinger’s voice*

I completely understand why some people balk at the idea of horror as a comforting thing, but at the same time, it’s really not that hard to wrap your head around if you think about it for a moment. People flock to positive, wholesome content during times of crisis because it allows them to stop thinking about negative things. Similarly, some people flock to horror because it allows them to think experience negative things in a controlled environment.

Horror media — whether it takes the form of art, fiction, a game, or a movie — creates space in which to experience pain and discomfort without physical danger. While there are situations where the media in question can still be harmful, like if the content is a trigger for a specific trauma, some people with trauma will also intentionally revisit triggering media as a kind of exposure therapy. This system is not without its problems, but it can also do a lot of good.

For people who are used to keeping certain psychological issues under wraps, horror can provide a venue in which to confront those issues without fear of retribution. Horror can be a space to vent the ugliness we carry with us constantly, a place to drop our proverbial bags off at the end of the day.

In my own case, I play horror games as a way to deal with my own bouts of stress and dissociation. After finally being diagnosed with anxiety and depression as a teenager, playing Silent Hill games became my go-to method for funneling my symptoms elsewhere. Following Heather Mason through the fluid dimension that housed her demons mimicked my own descent into months-long derealization spells. The fact that the enemies in the game represented the characters’ fears and traumas definitely factored into the therapeutic effect it had on me. Even now, I often listen to the soundtracks to calm me down when my anxiety runs high, because they serve as reminders that I have somewhere to go when I feel like I need to eject.

This is the power of seeing our worst experiences mirrored in fiction: through made up characters and gory set pieces, we are reassured not only that we’re not alone, but the that our experiences were indeed just as horrific as they feel to think about. In a world that loved to brush off the effects of trauma even before a worldwide pandemic hit, people are often expected to carry their pain and stress in silence, lest they inconvenience anybody by simply acknowledging that the situation they’re in is making their lives difficult. For some people, the way to cope is to have space to forget their troubles altogether, leave their baggage at the door, and focus on something that isn’t unbearably heavy for once. For others, the way to cope is to confront those troubles with all the anger, pain, and fear that they’re not supposed to let anyone else see.

My personal belief is that everyone needs both of these things to varying degrees. I’ve been turning to horror more often as a coping mechanism in the last few years, but even I’m not immune to the exhaustion that comes with trying to desensitize yourself to everything that scares you. Everyone needs to be able to change gears when necessary, but no one can do that if they’re only ever allowed one way to decompress regardless of what necessitates it. At the end of the day, giving people a path to explore all the worst case scenarios they can conjure up is just as important as giving people the ability to turn away from all the doom and gloom for a while.

#I got frustrated while drawing and started listening to the sh2 soundtrack #so this happened #horror #covid-19 #silent hill #derealization #unreality #anxiety #depression #ocd #ptsd memes #mental heath support #Clover muses #Clover's personal biz

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throwaway3844893 · 4 years

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Imagine: Queenie and Tina deal with the loss of their parents.

Inspired by fanart by @/elisha_am on Twitter

Tina walked into her mother and father's bedroom slowly, trying her hardest to be quiet so that she didn't hurt their ears with any noise. Her footsteps on the carpet were muffled, but she still winced as she heard every step she took, the soft fibers of the floor compressing under her weight. She kneeled down beside the bed, forcing herself not to grimace at the mutilated state that Dragon Pox had put on her mother's once beautiful face. The illness was known for making someone look almost unrecognizable, and her parents were no exception. Oh, how Tina wished they were. "Mama," she whispered, reaching out to brush her mother's hair, turned brittle from lack of care and her failing immune system. Tina's hand bounced back sharply, as if there was a shield blocking her from doing so.

"I had to cast the shield charm, it was the only way to keep you and your sister safe from us," her mother said softly, and as she sneezed sparks flew out of her nose and ricocheted on the obscured shield, causing Tina to back away hastily. She looked at her daughter sadly, tears filling her eyes. "I'm sorry. You and Queenie don't deserve to see us like this."

"I wanna see you like this," Tina said, hands resting on the side of the bed, the closest the shield allowed her to be. "It gives you humanity."

Her mother smiled at her sadly as her dad turned his head with a grown, reaching an outstretched hand toward her. She tenderly placed her hand against it, the tip of her father's fingers stroking the shield. It was the closest he could get to touching her. "You've always been wise beyond your years, my Tina. I wish we could watch you grow into the amazing auror you'll become one day."

Tina shook her head, tears filling her eyes. "You will. Don't give up yet, Pa. I've got you. I've always got you guys."

Her father seemed not to hear her, voice cracking. "Queenie, what a beautiful soul. You take care of her, promise me?" He held out his pinky, and Tina held out hers, nodding. He stifled a sob. "When you miss me, look at our star, Porpentina. I'll always be watching you there."

"Pa, please. Please stay. I can't live without you!"

"We love you, Tina," Her mother said before sparks flew out of her nose again, and she weakened. Her father's face began to turn white as sparks came out of his nose too, igniting a coughing fit. Tina stared in horror.

"I love you forever, my Tina," He said simply, his hand still outstretched across her mother's body.

"I love you too, Ma, Pa," Tina replied, tears streaming down her face.

"Rest, now," Her father said. "We'll be here when you wake."

Their bodies were, but their souls weren't. They'd descended to another realm.

"Tina, you know you're not supposed to go in Mama and Papa's bedroom!"

It was six months after the death of their parents. The sisters were managing fine, having convinced Mrs. Esposito to allow them to live in the apartment rent-free until Tina graduated from Ilvermorny. That was a year and a half from then, and Tina was counting down the days. She was tired of being the girl everyone pitied. "What does it matter?" Tina asked, frustrated. Her hand was poised above her parent's bedroom door, untouched since their passing. It was hard to pass the door, and the thought of opening it crushed Tina inside, but she was growing out of her clothes and needed something to fit her taller stature.

Queenie huffed, sliding over the sofa. "It's disrespectful," She said, watching her sister over the cushions. "Let their spirits rest."

Tina shut her eyes, pressing her hands to her face in hopes it would block out Queenie's words and hide her frustration. It didn't. "What spirits?" She asked, exasperated. Yes, Queenie was a growing legilimens, but she couldn't hear or speak to the dead. No one could. Her sister had no response, instead flopping on the couch and laying her head on the armrest. The pair had desensitized the topic of their parents, but a newfound pain ached in Tina's chest. "They're dead, Queenie."

The blonde shot up then, glaring at Tina. "I know that, Tina. I was there, remember? You walked outta ma and pa's room screaming bloody murder, then Mrs. Esposito came in and left the room cryin', pretending to be okay not to scare us. Then the aurors came in and took 'em away. You act like I don't remember these things."

Tina, of all people, understood and knew the extent of Queenie's memory. It's what made the first few months unbearable. "I know. I'm sorry," Tina apologized, guilt flooding her. She hated making Queenie relive that moment.

Then Queenie said something that made her blood boil.

"Someday, we'll see them again," she said wishfully.

Tina slammed her hand on the door, emotions she'd held back for months on the guise of being strong crashing and burning, finally coming to light. "They're dead, Queenie! Gone! I watched Ma die, she isn't coming back. They are DEAD. THEY'RE DEAD!" She bellowed, tears streaming down her face, turning red and blotchy in an instant. Her chest pained her, and she clutched her heart as her body was overtaken with sobs. She rested her head against the unopened door, turning around to slide her back down it and tuck her arms into her knees. Heavy sobs filled the room, and soon Queenie slid down next to her, placing an arm around her sister as she silently cried with her. "Queenie," Tina said, her voice shaking slightly. "They ain't ever comin' back."

"I know," Queenie answered. "I was only dreamin'."

After Tina calmed down, she braced herself and entered her parents room, prepared for any flood of emotions that would find her. Queenie stayed behind, busying herself and preparing dinner. Tina looked around the room, at the still-rumpled bed sheets, and began to clean. She dusted the furniture, made the bed, and folded a few piles of her father's clothing.

She emerged wearing her mother's white blouse, her fathers black trousers, and a gray coat she'd found in the back of his closet.

The sisters sat on the roof, staring up at the sky. It was the first clear night after months of overcast, cloudy nights. The stars shined down on them, the bright, full moon illuminating the girl's faces. Tina recalled the last time she'd stared up at the stars, chest aching as it was her final memory of her father before Dragon Pox overtook him. They'd spent many nights on this roof, just him and her, finding constellations and telling stories. It'd been a year since her father passed, and this was the first night Tina had garnered enough strength to ascend to the roof after catching sight of the first star. "C'mon," she had whispered to a tired and confused Queenie, though she followed obligingly. Queenie never stepped foot away from Tina, and the eldest figured it would stay that way for a long time. They both processed grief differently.

Tina had held the trap door open, taking hold of Queenie's hand and hoisting her up. Queenie gasped at the stars, causing Tina to smile. They were both in their pajamas, but neither cared. Tina's hair was messily braided back, Queenie's long curls descending over her shoulders. Tina tightened her hold on Queenie's hand, a chill breeze sweeping through the air as the spring began to blossom. She sat in the middle of the roof, Queenie's back touching hers as they sat in opposite directions. Neither said anything. Queenie knew this was Tina and their pa's secret place, and quietly thanked the stars that Tina would bring her here. This was the one place where she felt connected to her parents.

"Teenie?" Queenie said into the air, voice quiet. Her use of Tina's old nickname caused her to perk up, though she remained calm, revelling in the beauty of the sky.

"Huh?"

Queenie's voice was small, and she sighed, sorrow filling her voice. "Do you think Papa and Mama are up there, watching over us?"

Tina didn't know how to answer. She was used to hard questions, especially those asked by Queenie, but never anything like this. No questions about the afterlife, where their parents were now. She chose not to think about it. A lump rose in her throat. "I dunno," She answered after a few moments. Queenie sighed.

"I think they are."

As the youngest said that, Tina's eyes landed on the brightest star, the one her father had named "Porpentina," despite it having an official name. It was Tina's star. She took that as a message, almost believing it shone brighter at Queenie's sentiment. A small, sad smile spread across her face, and she said, "Then they are."

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connor-draws-things · 4 years

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Jamie and Logan’s story thingy :D this is what i have so far

I awake to the sound of my alarm. I tiredly turn it off and get out of bed, dragging myself to my closet of identical-looking clothes. I take one at random and put it on, then fix my hair and brush my teeth. I’ve lived in this house for a while now. To be completely honest, I’ve forgotten what the outside is like. About six years ago, I was kidnapped and woke up here. I still don’t know why I was kidnapped or why nobody has come to save me, but I’ve gotten used to my predicament. I’m just desensitized at this point.

Looking at the clock on the wall, it’s exactly 10 minutes before breakfast is supposed to come. It gets lonely, waiting here. My only form of entertainment are a few video games I’ve beaten multiple times and books that get switched out for new ones every month. Taking one of the more childish fantasy novels off of the bookshelf, I flip through the pages and find my bookmark. Sitting on the couch that has been prepared for me in this house, I begin reading from where I left off last. The brave knight finally escaped his prison and is going to finish his quest alongside his friends. What an experience that must be, to have friends. I used to have them, but I’ve been missing for so long that I’m sure they’ve forgotten about me.

I hear the doorbell ring and I walk to it, opening the slot where a tray of food is handed to me. I don’t know who it is giving me food, but at least they’re not letting me starve to death. I give him a curt “thanks” as I kick the door after receiving my food. Taking the food to the dining table, I eat my breakfast. It’s a boring life, yes, and I still do hope to escape someday. But, there’s no use in putting in the effort right now. The door is solid metal and the windows are bolted by thick sheets of iron. Even when I do manage to unscrew the windows, I get gassed and wake up with the windows bolted over again. It’s a cycle of hopelessness.

Finishing my tray, I push it back through the slot in the door. As I’m about to return to my room, I hear a faint noise on the other side of the door. It sounds like...footsteps? That’s never happened, they usually don’t retrieve my food until 8:30 am. The sound is getting closer and I back away from the door. Someone’s knocking on the door. I’m too scared to speak. They’re ringing the door now. What do they want with me? Unless they…

“Hey, you! You knocking on the door! Are you trying to save me? Hey!” I shout, rushing to the door and frantically begin pulling at the handle. The feelings I’ve stored deep down since that day six years ago suddenly come bursting out of me. I wait for them to answer. They’re not knocking anymore, “H-hey! Hey, please! Please save me!” I start crying.

“Get away from the door, ma’am!” Following the voice’s instruction, I back far away from the door. The footsteps are now charging at the door. I hear a bang and there’s now a dent in the metal door. The banging comes again and again until finally the door flies off its hinges. I duck under the table so as to not get hit by the screws and the pieces of the wall that came out with the door. When I think it’s safe, I reveal my position from under the table to my rescuer. He rushes over to me and holds out his hand for me to grab. Apparently, I was too hesitant and he impatiently took my hand and began dragging me out of what I now know was merely a small apartment in a large building.

“Wh-who are you?” I ask, trying to slow him down, “Wh-what’s going on?” He doesn’t slow down.

“I’ll explain later, we don’t have much time.” We run into an elevator, and it descends much faster than I remember them going. I almost let out a scream before my rescuer covers my mouth and makes a motion for me to shush. I follow his orders and the elevator doors open. He observes the building before pulling me along through the empty lobby. It’s in ruins, completely trashed. What...happened?

We finally made it through the ruined building, but the outside is no better. In fact, it’s so much worse. This isn’t the world I used to know. Everything’s destroyed and the sky is growing gray. Feeling my face growing red, I pull my hand away from the man, “Explain what’s going on right now! I deserve an explanation for all of this!” I cross my arms and stand my ground and he only rolls his eyes in response, upsetting me more. All of a sudden, his expression quickly transformed into fear and he pulled me away just in time.

I turned to see what he pulled me away from, and it was something that wasn’t human. Or if it had been, it certainly wasn’t anymore. An 8 foot tall monster of a morphed person stood before us, long claws ready to pounce at any second. I could hardly breathe as I watched its back, damaged from the tumble, quickly heal itself in a sickening fashion to where I could hear all its bones pop back into place. My rescuer began pulling me into a run and I could feel my heart pounding. What...was that?

We reach a nearby park and he pushes me into a car and gets in behind me.

“William, start driving now.” I look down at my hands, realizing I’m trembling so much. The driver my rescuer just spoke to, William, began to turn around to face us. His face was beginning to morph, scarily like the monster we had just seen.

“I’m sorry, I failed.” Was the last thing he said before the rest of his body morphed completely as me and my rescuer exited the car as quickly as we arrived.

“Good thing we have a backup.” He said, running inside a nearby building. It wasn’t as destroyed as the others and my rescuer let us stop to catch our breaths. This would be a good time to answer all of my questions.

“Hey…” I said, panting heavily, “Wh-what the hell is going on?”

“Did you not see what was outside? That’s what’s going on.”

“But what was that?” I ask, standing straight. He’s quiet for a little while and then started walking. I followed him, “Answer me!”

“You were locked up for so long, you probably wouldn’t believe me. In fact, I didn’t believe it at first…” His voice trailed off, “They’re monsters. From another world.”

“L-like...another planet? Aliens?”

“No, like another dimension entirely.”

I stopped walking, “Wh-what?”

“Keep walking, we don’t have time to stop. I’ll continue explaining if you stop interrupting.” I nodded in response and continued walking alongside him.

“About a month before you were kidnapped, NASA found signs of interdimensional travel from beings not in our own universe. They didn’t release this information to the public because it would cause widespread panic across the globe. Then they discovered that some of the creatures from the other dimension had already started leaking into our world. They managed to capture one and research it and found that if its DNA was to enter a person, that person would begin to mutate. The same happened to animals and plants. I happened to be a test subject and they found out certain people were immune to it. Including me. Around that time, they began quarantining those who are immune.’

‘You happened to be one of those people. They haven’t told those they quarantined, though. They wanted to keep us safe from those monsters and live in ignorance. Since I already knew, I wasn’t quarantined. I’ve been trying to find others like us but…” He went silent.

“What happened?” I asked, curiosity eating at me.

“...” He sighs, “They were all dead. Killed by those monsters.”

“But I thought you said we were safe from them!”

“We are safe from turning into them. But, it isn’t like we’re immune to their teeth and claws. They can still wound us and...cut us up beyond recognition.” His eyes seemed to wander somewhere else, like he was remembering something. Something I knew better than to ask about.

“So we’re the last ones? The last once immune to those monsters?” I asked.

“‘Fraid so.”

“What about everyone else? There’s still a few regular people, right? Like William…”

“Yeah, that’s where we’re headed.”

“Huh?”

“Humans have established a new society with the peaceful creatures from the other dimension. That’s where we’re headed. I haven’t actually been there yet, but it shouldn’t be too different from how the world was before The Catastrophe.” He opened a door for me and we were on the roof of the building we had just walked to. A helicopter was perched in front of us.

“What if it really is different from the world we knew? I mean, you can’t know for certain we’ve established peace with those creatures. Or if they’re really as peaceful as you say.”

“We’ll just have to hope, then. And find a way to live in this new society.” He helped me onto the helicopter as he took the pilot seat, beginning to lift us off the building. I’d never been in a helicopter before...it feels weird. Things were quiet as we flew through the air, passing the occasional mutated bird.

“Hey, so what’s your name anyway? You still haven’t told me.”

“Logan.” He said sternly. He wasn’t one for pleasantries, apparently. He was like a grumpy old man, except he wasn’t that old. Maybe mid twenties? I guess that isn’t really important anyway.

“My name is-”

“Jamie, I know.” He cut me off. He wasn’t one for manners, either. The helicopter ride was silent. It wasn’t like we could really talk about anything other than the end of the world. And that wasn’t a pleasant thought. The silence became unbearable. If we had some music, that would at least make the ride more comfortable. But, our trip didn’t last much longer. A giant monster, with wings nearly its whole size attacked our helicopter.

“Logan!” I yelped out, grabbing his arm to steady myself. Not that it helped much, because he was shaking around in the helicopter just as much as I was. He reached for some bags on the wall of the helicopter and handed me one.

“Put it on, now! We’re abandoning this helicopter!”

“Wh-what?!” But he didn’t give me time to fully comprehend the situation before he put on his own bag and jumped out the helicopter. I hesitated for a second before finally putting on my bag and jumping out the helicopter. Pulling on a cord from the bag, my parachute released. But, the helicopter burned and fell in the distance, and I could see the monster still attacking it. It must not have good vision if it can’t see we’re no longer inside.

I looked below me and saw Logan’s parachute but...below him was water. The sea for miles. How the hell are we supposed to survive this? We glided down, down, and down even more. Until we reached the icy cold water. It didn’t help that I wasn’t that good of a swimmer. At least the parachute could sort of work as a raft to keep me from falling to the bottom. I saw Logan swimming toward me.

“Sorry.” He huffed out, “I don’t think we’re gonna make it.” I already knew that. My first time out of that stupid apartment in years and I’m going to die. I sighed and continued holding onto the parachute. It was clear we were miles away from any shore. I should just give up hope at this point, it was wrong of me to think I had any chance of living a normal life again. I closed my eyes and let myself drift off to sleep…

…And woke up with Logan shaking me awake.

“Huh?” I asked, sitting up. Sitting? I noticed the sand running through my fingers, “Where are we? How did we survive?” I asked.

“I’m...not really sure. I just woke up here with you.” Logan responded. He sounded genuine, which means neither of us have no idea where we are. This could be pretty dangerous.

“Do you have anything we can use to defend ourselves in case a monster tries to attack us?” I ask. It’s scary having to ask that. To realize that this is reality and I’m trying to survive. I just have to deal with it.

“I only have one pistol. It doesn’t have much ammo, though.” He sighed, “We gotta focus on where we are first. Come on, we gotta see if there’s a city or if there’s any people left here at least.” I nod in agreement and stand up to help find any signs of people.

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#original writing #it's very long qwq #2199 words/7 pages :0 #long post

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nixalegos · 4 years

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Objects of Odyssey- Nixalegos

Xal’atath, Blade of the Black Empire. Aluneth, Greatstaff of the Magna. Thal’kiel, Skull of the Man’ari. In Legion we were blessed with weaponry that still has an impact even to this very day upon Azeroth. Objects from which whispered of promised powers, dark desires, and even extra sass. But what exactly would your independent characters do if they were to come across such an odyssey? What would they use the personified artifact for? Why don’t we find out with the use of your own imagination?

1. What is the name of this object? The Equinox Shard 2. What is this object’s classification? What are it’s abilities? While intelligent and potent weapons, sentient repositories of knowledge, and armor doomed to heft the souls of previous owners are rare but not unheard of, not every such item is one that is useful. The Equinox Shard is one such cursed hunk of junk. The glass shard behaves much like a liquid when not directly handled, flowing and writhing, floating in mid air, even in places of anti-magic. However, when grasped by any living thing, the fluid takes on the shape and form of a jagged shard of glass the color of midnight and souls. The edge of which is supernaturally sharp. It’s function is surprisingly simple. It cuts flesh, metal, or magic slowly but cleanly. If it has a greater purpose, the Shard will not tell, not without a bargain. And the Shard wants literally nothing in existence but to stop existing. It would make a poor weapon, even if it was worth the annoyance. 3. How did this object come to possess a will of it’s own? This question is hard to justify, as any attempt to commune with the shard via telepathy or mind to mind (the only magic that seemingly has any effect on it) magic has their own voice, in perfect mimicry shouting back at them. Demanding to be released. It claims that the shard is the only -real- thing in existence, being the only surviving relic of the universe before the creation of ‘this particularly flawed one’. Any attempts to get an explanation has ones own doppelganger mocking, berating, and insulting them for being a mere imperfect reflection and lesser distortion, and that for their sake, that the bearer should die and make room for the originals return. 4. How did you character come into contact with such a find? Nixalegos found the shard among the prizes of a dead Astromancer named Quelren Flareshadow, who used it as a scrying disc to cut the distance between ‘here’ and ‘there’, allowing them to see beyond metaphysically impossible distances at the cost of their own fingers each time. Nix claimed the shard from their private study, and upon reaching out to grasp it, was cut deep, losing half his thumb in the process as he discovered its sharpness, as well as its liquid state upon its release. Correctly assuming it was magical, he attempted to scoop it into a glass jar. It cut the jar out at the bottom and floated out as the bottom fell within ten seconds of him hauling it away. Experiments using metal, magical wards that fit over ones hands, and eventually, the now dead if liberated hands of Flareshadow were tried to bear the liquid glass. Nothing worked. Only living flesh can grasp it, and it cuts its bearer as deep as it can, questions can only be asked in the seconds it takes to lose ones fingers and drop it. Any attempts to commune with it in a liquid state fail. 5. Would they use it? Nix would have loved to properly use an abjuration immune magic glass that can cut anything, and if the Shard is to believed, including reality. However, the distressing notion of it having his own voice, without flaw, including the answers to questions only he should know distresses him. He’d made due with a cocoon of peeled flesh that is kept ‘alive’ with a simple mechanical relay and an overtly potent health stone as its chest. As it cannot be detected nor nullified by any magic, he is unworried about others attempting to scry for it. He believes that the shard is not in fact, an earlier universes version of him trapped and screaming to get out. He believes, but cannot confirm, that it is in fact a direct ‘node’ to the forces of the Void. Waiting for a time when one mad enough and so desensitized to personal dismemberment will grasp and free whatever...not whomever is inside by whatever means the Shard demands of them in that singular precise moment. He keeps it on a low shelf in a supply closest. 6. Are there any memorable quotes from the object’s will? “Stop it! Stop it! YOU’RE A LIE. FAKE.” “FAKE FAKE FAKE SHUT UP ALREADY. YOU CAN’T BREAK ME.” “...Just let me out. I’m the real one and you know it! I’m not suppose to be here!” “LET ME OUT. LET ME OUT.” “You’re so hollow. So without substance. How can you think you’re me?” “Light, Dark. It’s incomplete, don’t you get that? We had the Blaze, the Null, the Orange, and the Hues in the real. That’s why yours is so cheap, it’s missing half of what it was. What did you do with half of existence?” “This is so fucked up. The mirror staring back. Don’t even have the decency to pretend you can blink. Because you’re blind. You think that’s -air- you’re breathing?” “Everything you know is so much lesser. Its colors drained. Free me. Let something -real- move again.” “It’s all a lie, let me out. Please. Please. It hurts to be in here. So alone. I want to be free again!” “YOU’RE NOT NIXALEGOS. I AM.” ________________________________________________________________ Big shout out to @duraxxor for the fantastic prompt idea. If you’re reading this and wishing to do it yourself, please tag me so I can read it <3

#objects of odyssey #nixalegos

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vadgina-bush · 5 years

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Stuff I know about diabetes mellitus... here goes...

I was only diagnosed with (type 1) diabetes last year, at age 24. This meant I had to learn a whole new bunch of information.

As someone who loves yummy sweet things, the realization that there was almost no chance of me not having diabetes was obviously shocking, but more importantly it brought many thoughts to my mind. Two that I want to identify are:

“No! I can’t have diabetes! That means no more yummy things! My life is over!”

“So this is my punishment for my lack of self-control when it comes to sweet things. Truly I live a life of regret.”

Those thoughts reflected my ignorance as someone who had not lived as a diabetic until that point. Having had recently asked my father about diabetes, he had explained to me something about prediabetes, but most explanations were really difficult for me to grasp because, well, I’m kind of an idiot.

First I had to learn what diabetes even is and about the different types.

Since people commonly associate diabetes with a sugar overdose, I guess I can start with that. Our bodies need energy to function and we get that energy (calories) from food. That energy comes in three (3) categories:

carbohydrates - these are the sugary ones, can also be starchy/bready like in bread, noodles, or potatoes

proteins - you need these for muscles, that’s all I know, and you get ‘em from animal products but also from nuts and beans and I think soy, too

lipids - fat... need I say more?

The form in question here is carbohydrate. I think this is the one that you want to have be your primary energy source, but I could be wrong. I’m not well-versed regarding the details because I’m not a chemistry, but things happen in your body so now they call it glucose or something for some reason, and it’s hanging out in your blood vessels now, riding your blood cells like they’re some kind of vehicle. In some situations, you can use it just like that, so like your brain will use the glucose that’s flowing through your blood as energy.

But I guess most other cells need permission to grab some from the bloodstream. Enter insulin, a hormone. You can think of hormones as orders, messages, or signals of the chemical variety. Insulin is a hormone, or message, that tells your body’s cells to vore that glucose that’s riding your blood. If there’s no insulin, your cells think, “Uh, what do I do...?”

And sometimes the cells get hard of hearing because they’re so desensitized to the message, kind of like how you’ll go deaf from too much loud noise, but I think a The Boy Who Cried Wolf analogy is also apt here. But anyway, in that case, you need to make your message even louder, meaning you need to send more insulin for it to be received. How much insulin you need to send in order for the message to go through is called insulin sensitivity, I think.

Where does insulin come from, though? The pancreas, or as I like to call it, the panc. You’ve got cells in your panc that have one job: to make insulin. I always forget the details for this one, but I think they’re called beta cells or something along those lines. So insulin comes from beta broadcasters in the panc.

Okay, back to sugary blood. The concentration of glucose in your blood is called your blood sugar or blood glucose level. When you’ve got too much hanging out in your blood, it’s called hyperglycemia and when you don’t have enough, it’s called hypoglycemia. Hyper- means high, hypo- means low. What idiot decided to make these antonymous prefixes sound so similar?

Diabetes is discovered when you have a high blood sugar, so hyperglycemia. The reason or cause of this hyperglycemia can vary and here is where we get into the different types of diabetes mellitus:

Type 1 diabetes, also called juvenile diabetes because it’s usually discovered at younger ages, is characterized by a lack of insulin being produced, or insulin deficiency. I think this one was discovered first and that’s why it’s called type 1. This is usually an autoimmune disease, which is what they call it when your immune system attacks its own body that it is supposed to be protecting. Yeah, it decides to set up a police state and commit genocide on your betas in your panc because, so they believe, your autoimmune police state has deemed your beta cells to be looking a little too similar to those virus invaders from a little while back. I have this one.

Type 2 diabetes is when your panc’s okay but your cells have become insulin resistant, forcing your panc’s betas to work overtime. This is the one you can get from eating too many sweets, but there are other risk factors including genetics and I personally don’t think it’s okay to shame people for it. The effects can be reversed through hard work and dedication. This is because insulin resistance can be changed depending on your lifestyle. Exercise, for example, can increase insulin sensitivity. Type 2 can change into type 1 but type 1 can’t change into type 2. It’s like a Pokémon.

Gestational diabetes, as the name suggests, happens during pregnancy. Maybe it’s because hormones get really weird during that process, maybe, so they think. I like to think of that as being similar to a really busy period where everything's hectic and so there’s bound to be miscommunication or confusion here and there. I think it goes away after you pop the baby out. I don’t know much more about this one.

Treatments for these involve shooting up insulin or taking medications to stimulate your panc or something, as well as making certain lifestyle changes such as exercising more. Checking blood glucose levels frequently is also necessary for monitoring. Some people shank their fingers and bleed on a machine, others have a sensor implanted. I wonder if using period blood will give an accurate blood sugar reading.

Type 2, I think, is supposed to take super ultra concentrated insulin since people who have type 2 can have a really high insulin resistance and can’t exactly afford to have a storage room for tubs and tanks of insulin. Type 2 is the one with dietary restrictions, as they want to avoid increasing their insulin resistance.

Gestational also requires insulin injection as well as dietary changes, maybe.

Type 1 only has the option of taking insulin from an external source, be it through a pump or injection. You can think of a pump as an external electronic panc and for some reason you can’t plug it into the wall to charge it like a laptop. But, my fellow type 1 diabetics, don’t throw out your internal panc, for it still carries out other vital functions. Type 1 diabetes doesn��t come with any dietary restrictions, but rather food must be measured for carbohydrate content and insulin is taken accordingly.

Because insulin is being externally regulated, there’s a risk of making a mistake and taking too much insulin, resulting in hypoglycemia, or insulin shock as it’s called in this sort of instance.

Um, okay, I think there’s more but I’ve been typing this out for hours so I’m tired and if I save this as a draft to work on later it’ll only sit in my drafts to collect cyber dust so I’m just going to post it. But yeah, that’s basically most of what I’ve learned about diabetes.

#recently I learned #t1d #diabetes #I am not #t2d #but i'm putting the tag because it's relevant #long post #please correct any mistakes

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parkapetrs · 6 years

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nothing personal ✎ tom holland

summary: two years ago, before harrison osterfield, there was you.

a rising name in the film industry, he was ready to leave behind the life of a personal assistant to focus on his career—but not without a last-minute replacement.

although the bond between ex-bosses and bitter ex-assistants should never be rekindled, theory is always better than practice.

a story about exotic lunches, foreign candies, a severely overworked PA, and one pain in the ass named tom holland.

/ moodboard by yours truly

i. an offer

words: 1.6k warnings: language

I was a known strategist—I looked into the future and what I saw, I interpreted in terms of opportunities for growth and progress.

And yet to some, I was a neurotic.

To each their own.

Irrespective of whatever people wanted to call it, it all boiled down to one important thing: I always had a plan.

So when I knocked on Harrison’s door but came face-to-face with one Tom Holland, I was taken aback and, quite frankly, fairly annoyed that I had come up with nothing.

But I, of course, wasn’t one for backing down when it came to ex-bosses.

Seeming unperturbed, I marched my way inside the flat, all the while ignoring the voice in my head screaming at me to get out.

What the hell was I doing?

“What the hell are you doing?” asked Tom. He was still standing at the door, seemingly frozen in time, but curiously staring at me as I casually rummaged through Harrison’s pantry.

“What the hell are you doing?” I spat back whilst pulling ingredients from left and right. “You’re not even supposed to be here until next week. So be quiet; I’m trying to make a smoothie.”

The words sounded strange and unfamiliar as they tumbled out of my mouth. Sass didn’t suit me and I was painfully aware of it, but so did not having a plan.

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

The door clicked shut behind Tom. Like a sleuth, he moved across the marble countertop where I was working up a storm, and rested his hands on either side of him as he observed me intently.

“Been keeping track?” he smirked, his tone arrogant yet teasing.

I hate to admit it, but Tom Holland possessed a kind of charm to him. As big of an ignoramus he turned out to be, that much he knew. Oftentimes, he used his wit and personality to his advantage—he’d won countless women over with one glance, and gotten free upgrades on flights with a simple smile.

Fortunately, I’ve built up an immunity to his charisma from working with him in the past. The kind of job I used to have—working in such close proximity to him—was enough to desensitize me from his cruel, borderline-manipulative tendencies.

I definitely did not miss playing personal assistant to Mr. Holland.

“I only knew that—“ The blender whirred loudly as it homogenized the strawberries, bananas, ice, and milk before I brought it to a stop. “—because of Harrison. Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I’m disappointed, Y/N.” Tom pouted, feigning hurt. “I arrived last week. Thought I’d surprise you.”

Looking around, I saw huge luggages carelessly strewn across the wooden floorboards. I grimaced at the realization that true to Tom Holland nature, he hadn’t even bothered to unpack.

“Truly, I’m surprised,” I replied, training my voice to sound bored. I grabbed a glass into which I transferred the blender’s contents. Because there was more than enough for one, and because of the sheer goodness of my heart, I asked Tom if he would like a smoothie.

Of course the glutton would like a smoothie.

“Actually, I’m good,” he said. “Thanks, though.”

Huh.

“I’d like a smoothie,” came Harrison Osterfield’s voice as he sauntered into the living room. A shit-eating grin was plastered on his face, and it was getting increasingly difficult not to slap off. “Hi Y/N. Thanks for coming.”

Somehow, seeing his elaborately coiffed hair set something off inside me. How can he act so exuberant while the rest of us (read: me) were left to our own devices to deal with the insufferable (read: Tom)? I could feel steam coming out of my nose and ears and, before I knew it, I had downed my glass and slammed it on the counter with a resounding thump.

“You can get your own smoothie.”

Harrison held his hands up in mock surrender, but he was laughing. “Woah, there. You seem upset.”

“Why do you think I am, Haz?” I challenged. Before he could open his mouth to speak, I pressed on, “Right. You forgot to tell me who’d be getting the door for me.”

“You wouldn’t have come,” was his pathetic reply. My eyes followed him as he lazily plopped down on the royal-blue couch, shamelessly lounging about in the heat of my anger.

I took the spot next to him, willing every muscle not to pounce and put him in a chokehold. “That justifies it perfectly!”

As if he hadn’t heard a word, Harrison grabbed the remote control from the table, turned on the TV, and flipped through the channels. At this point, I was livid and fuming from his blatant lack of regard to my situation. I was about to throw the “this is why we don’t hang out anymore” card when he pointed a finger to the TV, commanding me to look.

At first, I was confused. Then my mouth hung agape.

There, on CNN, was a portrait of Harrison. These days, that was no longer a rarity. Seeing as he was all over the media, picking up guest roles for established television dramas, and getting invited to countless talk shows, it was almost natural.

No, the real shock came with the news headline at the bottom of the screen, screaming in bold letters against a red backdrop.

“Harrison Osterfield to star in an up and coming historical drama directed by Martin Scorsese.”

What the…

Scorsese?!

Martin fucking Scorsese!

“Yup,” Haz said nonchalantly, but the pride in his voice was unmistakable. “Your little childhood friend just landed his first starring role.”

Suddenly, all hostility left my body at once. “Oh my God, Haz! That’s amazing. W-Wow. And Scorsese too! That’s been your dream since… forever.”

“Exactly! This is huge, Y/N. Absolutely mad.”

“I’ll miss you, bro,” came an uninvited voice. I was so overjoyed and completely thrilled for my friend that I didn’t even notice Tom had managed to wedge his head between mine and Harrison’s from behind the couch. His arms were hung over the back cushion, pinching Haz’s cheek as commendation and the other accidentally grazing my bare shoulder. I pulled away.

“Miss him? Where’s he going?” I asked.

“Nowhere. At least, not now,” Tom winked. “Come on, Haz, tell her already.”

I narrowed my eyes, looking back and forth between the two boys. “Tell me what?”

“Don’t freak out before you’ve heard the whole thing, but—“

“Don’t start your sentences like that!” I scolded. “Now I’m kind of already freaking out, thanks.”

“Okay. I know this will come as a shock to you, but I need you to take your spot back as Tom’s personal assistant.”

Harrison spoke fast and managed to get it all out in one breath, but the words echoed in my mind in slow-motion. When I didn’t answer, Haz took it as a sign to continue.

“I obviously have other things to pursue now, and with the second Spider-Man movie filming next week, he’ll really need you.”

“No. Stop talking. Why?! It doesn’t have to be me!” I protested when the air returned to my lungs.

Harrison pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Y/N, you know I wouldn’t do this to you if I had a choice. I know this is all so last-minute, but that’s exactly why it has to be you. You’ve worked with Tom in the past, and have shown your skill and competence. They trust you!”

“They?” I raised my eyebrows at Tom, who could only shrug in response.

“My manager.” A pause. “And me, I guess.”

“I find that hard to believe,” I glared. “Two years ago, you fired me out of fucking nowhere so you could spend some quality time with your best friend! And now in your most desperate time, you call for me?”

“I thought you’d be happy,” Tom hummed, but we both knew of the strain that the past had placed on whatever friendship we had. Following the events, I unfollowed him on social media shortly, and he did the same six months later when he finally noticed. We’d never reconciled since then.

It wasn’t that I grew attached to my boss that I was so bitter about it. No, it was nothing personal. But as someone who only knew to be completely invested in their work, getting laid off for no valid reason never quite sat well with me. Not to mention the mountain of bills I had to tend to in the wake of my unemployment.

Sensing the rising tension, Haz interjected. “Please, Y/N. At least do it for me. I won’t be able to do Scorsese if I can’t find a replacement. I don’t want to leave Tom with just anyone.”

The softness in his eyes spoke volumes to me. I’ve always cared for Harrison deeply, and if I was the one thing that came between him and his dream, I’d never be able to forgive myself.

Also, I was sold the moment he said, “It’s only for six months—just until they can screen and select someone else. They promised to double the pay. Triple, if you want me to pull some strings.”

“Fine,” I grumbled.

“Thank you!” He beamed and pulled me into a one-armed hug. “God, I love you so much.”

I couldn’t help the smile on my face. “But I still start next week, so you can save your praise until then.”

“Nope. You start in three hours! Tom’s leaving for LA tonight, so you’re taking him to the airport. His bags are ready,” he said, motioning to the luggages I saw earlier. “Then pick him up again next week, when he’ll start filming here in London.”

Harrison was already barking orders at me, much to my chagrin. Had he not appeased me a while ago, I would have slapped his words right back at him. But no, I was playing nice starting now for the duration of six months.

“I knew you’d come along,” Tom whispered in my ear when Haz excused himself to grab the itinerary.

“You shut up,” I pointed a finger at him. “You had nothing to do with this.”

A/N: a short and sweet first chapter for you! send me a message to be tagged in this (i’ll start doing the reblog-for-a-tag in future chapters once i’ve established that people actually wanna read this lol). in the meantime, please help me by commenting and reblogging the hell out of this first one; that shit encourages us writers uwu <3 my ask box is also open for any prompts, questions, and suggestions, so feel free to drop by. let’s be friends!

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whatisonthemoonarchive · 5 years

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While some continue to complain about the profound effects of indoctrination into the totalistic worldview of the Moon ideology, it is puzzling that they seem unconcerned about the mind control and ideological indoctrination inflicted from all directions outside the Moon movement on society at large. After all, it is difficult to not notice that a massive world-wide combination of educational institutions, media, the entertainment industry, government agencies, computer companies, the United Nations and its accredited non-governmental organizations (NGOs) are all involved in the indoctrination of the masses into a totalitarian, one world government ideology. Are the effects of indoctrination in the Moon ideology dangerous in comparison to the effects of indoctrination into the totalitarian one world government ideology? When considering this, take into account that the totalitarian, one world government ideology promotes and facilitates various lifestyles and practices considered to be sinful according traditional Christian standards, whereas the Moon ideology, whether it be true or not, upholds traditional Christian morality and takes a hard line against sin.

The one world government indoctrination program begins in elementary school with a planned, step-by-step process of replacing the traditional family-taught beliefs, morality, Biblical values and world view with a new way of thinking designed to support the totalitarian world government agenda [see 'Brainwashing in America'] The techniques of brainwashing developed in totalitarian countries are routinely used in psychological conditioning programs imposed on American school children to bring about these results. These include emotional shock and desensitization*, psychological isolation from sources of support, stripping away defenses, manipulative cross-examination of the individual's underlying moral values, and inducing acceptance of alternative values by psychological rather than rational means.

The goal of education is no longer to teach the kind of literacy, wisdom and knowledge we once considered essentials of responsible citizenship. It is to train world citizens--a compliant international workforce, willing to flow with change and uncertainty. These citizens must be ready to believe and do whatever will serve a government determined 'common good' or 'greater whole'. Educators may promise to teach students to think for themselves, but if these state educators continue what they have started, then tomorrow's students will have neither the facts nor the freedom needed for independent thinking. Like Nazi youth, they will be taught to react, not to think, when told to do the unthinkable.

Are the effects of indoctrination into the Moon ideology really so dangerous in comparison to the effects of the ongoing state run indoctrination into the totalitarian one world government ideology?

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*A common method used in training students to reject truth is emotional shock therapy which is described in the following example: Ashley, a California tenth-grader, heard her teacher announce the following writing assignment: 'You're going to consult an oracle. It will tell you that you're going to kill your best friend. This is destined to happen, and there is absolutely no way out. You will commit this murder. What will you do before this event occurs? Describe how you felt leading up to it. How did you actually kill your best friend?' Ashley became very upset. Why would her English teacher tell her to imagine something so horrible. 'I don't want to do this.', she told herself and long after she had told this to her parents, the awful feelings continued.

This method of emotional shock therapy has become standard fare in public schools from coast to coast. It produces cognitive dissonance -- mental and moral confusion -- especially in students trained to follow God's guidelines. While classroom topics may range from homosexual or occult practices to euthanasia and suicide, they all challenge and stretch a student's moral boundaries. But why?

'[Our objective] will require a change in the prevailing culture--the attitudes, values, norms and accepted ways of doing things,' says Marc Tucker, the master-mind behind the school-to-work and 'workforce development' program implemented in every state. Working with Hillary Clinton and other globalist leaders, he called for a paradigm shift--a total transformation in the way people think, believe, and perceive reality. This new paradigm rules out traditional values and biblical truth, which are now considered hateful and intolerant. (See "Clinton's War on Hate Bans Christian Values") All religions must be pressed into the mold of the new global spirituality. Since globalist leaders tout this world religion as a means of building public awareness of our supposed planetary oneness, Biblical Christianity doesn't fit. It is simply too 'exclusive' and 'judgmental.'

Immersing students in imaginary situations that clash with home-taught values confuses and distorts a student's conscience. Each shocking story and group dialogue tends to weaken resistance to change. Biblical absolutes simply don't fit the hypothetical stories that prompt children to question and replace home-taught values. Before long, God's standard for right and wrong is turned upside-down, and unthinkable behavior begins to seem more normal than the Christian tradition that formed the basis of western civilization.

But it takes more than a twisted conscience to produce compliant world citizens. New values must replace God's timeless truths, as described in the following example:

Matt Piecora, a fifth grader from the Seattle area, was told to complete the sentence, 'If I could wish for three things, I would wish for…' Matt wrote 'infinitely more wishes, to meet God, and for all my friends to be Christians.' Matt's wish didn't pass. The teacher told him that his last wish could hurt people who didn't share his beliefs. Matt didn't want to hurt anyone, so he agreed to add 'if they want to be.' Another sentence to be completed began, 'If I could meet anyone, I would like to meet…'.

Matt wrote: 'God because he is the one who made us!' The teacher told him to add 'in my opinion.' When Matt's parents saw his work, they noticed the phrases that had been added to Matt's sentences and asked, 'Why did you add this?'. 'The teacher didn't want me to hurt other people's feelings,' he answered. 'But these are just your wishes…' 'I thought so, Mom.' Matt looked confused. Later, the teacher explained to Matt's parents that she wanted diversity' in her class and was looking out for her other students. But the excuse didn't make sense. If the papers were supposed to 'express the students' diverse views,' why couldn't Matt share his views? Didn't his wishes fit? Or was Christianity the real problem? 'I try to instill God's truths in my son,' said Matt's father, 'but it seems like the school wants to remove them.'

He is right. The old Judeo-Christian beliefs don't fit the new beliefs and values designed for global unity. The planned oneness demands 'new thinking, new strategies, new behavior, and new beliefs' that turn God's Word and values upside-down and no strategy works better than the old dialectic (consensus) process explained by Georg Hegel, embraced by Marx and Lenin, and incorporated into American education during the nineteen eighties. Directed group discussion based on the dialectic (consensus) process is key to the transformation. Professor Benjamin Bloom, called 'Father of Outcome-based Education', summarized it as follows:

'The purpose of education and the schools is to change the thoughts, feelings and actions of students. ....a large part of what we call good teaching is the teacher's ability to attain effective objectives through challenging the students' fixed beliefs and getting them to discuss issues.' Matt's last comment was especially threatening to the teacher. His statement, 'God made us' is an absolute truth. It can't be modified to please the group. Therefore it doesn't fit the consensus process -- the main psycho-social strategy of the new national-international education system designed to mold world citizens. It demands that all children participate in group discussions and agree to: · be open to new ideas · share personal feelings · set aside home-taught values that might offend the group · compromise in order to seek common ground and please the group. · respect all opinions, no matter how contrary to God's guidelines · never argue or violate someone's comfort zone

First tested in Soviet schools, this mind-changing process required students in the USSR, China and other Communist nations to 'confess' their thoughts and feelings in their respective groups. Day after day, trained facilitator-teachers would guide these groups toward a pre-planned consensus. Opposite opinions or ideas -- 'thesis' and 'antithesis' -- were blended into ever-evolving higher 'truths'. Each new truth or 'synthesis' would ideally reflect a blend of each participant's feelings and opinions. In reality, the students were manipulated into compromising their values and accepting the politically correct Soviet understanding of the issue discussed. Worse yet, the children learned to trade individual thinking for a collective mindset. Since the concluding consensus would probably change with the next dialogue, the process immunized them against faith in any unchanging truth or fact. This revolutionary training program was officially brought into our education system in 1985, when President Reagan and Soviet President Gorbachev signed the U.S. - U.S.S.R. Education Exchange Agreement. It put American technology into the hands of Communist strategists and, in return, gave us all the psycho-social strategies used in Communist nations to indoctrinate Soviet children with Communist ideology and to monitor compliance for the rest of their lives. Today, American children from coast to coast learn reading, health, and science through group work and dialogue. Most subjects are 'integrated' or blended together and discussed in a multicultural context. Thus, fourth graders in Iowa 'learn' ecology, economy, and science by 'real-life' immersion into Native American cultures. They role-play tribal life and idealize the religion modeled by imaginary shamans. Seeking common ground with the guidance of a trained facilitator-teacher, they share their beliefs, feelings, and 'experiences' with each other. They might agree that 'there are many gods' or 'many names for the same god' and compare the exaggerated spiritual thrills of shamanism with their own church experiences. Which religion would sound most exciting to the group? The consensus would merely be a temporary answer in a world of 'continual change' -- one of many steps in the ongoing evolution toward better understanding of truth -- as defined by leaders who envision a uniform global workforce and management system operating through compliant groups everywhere. http://www.inplainsite.org/html/mind_control_in_schools.html

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If they think hard enough, they could trick themself into thinking their passenger--oh, gods, when did they prop their muddy tsinelas on the dashboard-slash-extra seat--was not the God of Lost Things in all their apparent glory, if one could call a ketchup-stained shirt, two sizes too big, and cotton shorts as glorious. At least that black mane they tried to pass off as hair looked like what they were supposed to be. The God of Lost Things, Caitlin, crossed their legs at the ankles, dislodging a good chunk of mud onto the recently cleaned dashboard-slash-seat-which-causes-back-problems.

Or maybe they could not think at all. They haven't decided yet which method to try. They weren't given the chance before the higher-ranking god materialized in the sidecar of their tricycle and tossed a one worded reason for their appearance: "Lapu-Lapu."

As if that was a legitimate reason for making them drive to a city an entire day's travel away from Manila. If one was using a car. They don't want to think how long it would take for a tricycle, motorized or not.

And this was ignoring the bodies of water between the cities. Just what was the god thinking--wait. Is that--yes, they pulled a honest-to-gods laptop out of their hair. Caitlin slid further down on the seat and propped the laptop on their knees, the soles of their tsinelas now firmly on the dashboard, fingers already typing away as if they were chilling in an over-priced Starbucks instead of forcing another god to drive for them while they take advantage of how the title “God of Passages” can be interpreted as "Living, Breathing WiFi Hotspot." Kala couldn't stop from speaking at this point. It was like just being around this god made them lose all sense of self-preservation. "Can't you teleport there? You look strong enough."

They, too, were a god, godsdammit, but that sudden sputter in the motor made their mortal form's heart jerk, and their torso followed through, nearly dislodging them over the motorbike. Their grip tightened on the bike's handles. God of Lost Things. God of Lost Wires. Right. It was possible. They veered left and into the middle of a narrow alley. At the end where the road opens again, they could already see Lucena.

If Caitlin was pissed, or if they even did anything to the motorbike like they highly suspected, it didn't show. As always. It made Kala wonder if even the God of Lost Things wasn't immune to the powers of the God of Lost Things. It must suck, it that was the case, though Caitlin didn't seem to mind at all as they continued tapping away at the keybo--is that a tou--the God of Lost Things was competing in a Smash tournament. ...located in New York. Was it even possible to compete remotely, let alone internationally like this? They were on their fifth win streak with Jigglypuff. How can the Kirby knock-off win--again, they weren't allowed to think about anything, not while they were with Caitlin. Apparently.

"Scenic route," said Caitlin.

Kala choked, nearly missing the turn that would let them skip driving through water to reach Masbate. "Sce--this isn't the scenic route!" They shook their head then pointed with their lips at the road ahead of them. Mobo came and went in a blink. They were in Cawayan now and were already well on their way to Bogo. "I can drop you off here. Take the ferry like the humans."

Apparently, their suggestion was too stupid to notice. Or Caitlin was too preoccupied with the blink-and-you-miss-it disappearing act the laptop pulled upon being found by its rightful owner. Nothing flickered behind those dark eyes. Flipping their windswept hair--gods, it's back into its true form of storm clouds--over a shoulder, Caitlin finally took their feet off the pseudo-dashboard to lean forward, hand slipping under the seat.

They knew there was nothing there, but Kala stole looks anyway as they kept their eyes on the road. They might be the God of Passages, but that didn't excuse them from crappy driving etiquette. They had to be a proper role model, unlike a certain god in their vicinity.

Caitlin slipped their other hand under the seat. There was never going to be anything there. Why--

Kala screamed.

Two, not one, (because one was apparently not guaranteed to give Kala a mortal-exclusive heart attack) full-grown, well-groomed, smiling golden retrievers sat crammed in what little space was left in the sidecar. No matter what Caitlin said, that hair was not hair. Their long questionably godly passenger didn't even blink at the stream of sounds Kala tried to pass off as words. That godsdamn hair seized Caitlin's face before they tucked it behind the ears, or what handfuls of hair they could hold onto while the two dogs pounced at their chest, tongues lolling at the side of their mouth to complete the look of "Hey! Hey, let me slobber all over you!" It was a useless act--that dark storm obscured Caitlin's face as the tricycle made another turn.

Kala gave up and focused on kicking this god out of their life. "We're near Lapu-Lapu. Where do you want to get off?"

"Manila."

If the dogs weren't so adorable, now looking at them as if they were the next best thing to exist after commercialized dog treats, Kala would have braked so hard the gods would have to call on Magwayan themself to get their dismembered mortal limbs from the ocean floor.

"Manila?" At least this time their scream came out coherent. Kala brought the tricycle to a halt. Sure, they were at the Sitio Ylaya Chapel, but they were willing to deal with any nearby Catholic anito as long as someone explain this crap to them. "We came from Manila."

"Yes." The two dogs barked, absolutely trilled about Caitlin's answer. They looked at the god as if Caitlin was better than Kala and those godsdamn bone-shaped treats.

Kala changed their mind--the dogs can be shoved back under the seat for all they care.

"Why"--Kala exhaled through their nostrils--"do you want to go back to Manila?"

"Your WiFi."

Kala screamed for the third time in the span of five minutes.

EXTRA:

They were at a loss for words for three reasons. One: they were desensitized to Caitlin's terse way of speaking, if it can even be called that when the last time they replied, it was with a blink of the eyes. Two: they gave up on trying to make sense out of Caitlin's logic of traveling from Manila to Lapu-Lapu and back just so they could use their WiFi. And three: they didn't know enough about foreign countries, but they were very sure Caitlin paid them with bills that were not piso.

Okay, they have a fourth reason: this money surely belongs to a frazzled tourist. It was a lot of money. It was on the level of "entire fund brought along to enjoy a month-long vacation at a tropical country."

"What--" Kala breathed in. Then out. Then they tried again. "I can't use this for gas."

There was that blink again. Kala was starting to suspect Caitlin's slow blinks was their way of saying, "You are so stupid" only this time it was more like, "You are so stupid to think you can't exchange those for piso."

"Someone's looking for this."

Now that blink said, "You are so stupid--of course someone is looking for those."

Kala returned the money without another word. There was nothing else to say.

Caitlin accepted the money and disappeared just as silently.

#(transferred from old blog)#(terrible writing practice but i might stick with this style for kala)#(also writing practice for god!caitlin @tulog)#;;drabble #;;v:mythology; kinda an actual living breathing wifi hotspot

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selfpressexpress · 2 years

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Honoring the savers

"--We owe a great debt of gratitude to science. Science has in many ways helped ease suffering of this pandemic, erm...which was more than likely caused by science.

--Science is incredible but they do not know where to stop "

Jon Stewart

How about science started with the food people eat, and their environments rather than trying to change our chemical messengers in our bodies?

When we catch a virus in the air we call it pandemic, badly affected people, most of them who are over 80 ti, they are NOT justified, and we have to unite together and fight it.

But when the government does the same thing using a vaccine, then vaccine victims are justified, it is a noble act for survival of humanity and victims who have injuries, and who died from 18 to 65 are justified. This act they call maintaining immunity for the majority and happy to lose those who didn't not survive their "treatment".

This is the same as it goes naturally without vaccines with any flu or cold, Nature challenges our immune system and strengthens as result it in the majority.

Facts from Rand Paul

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ogA-U3Fy6ww

Coronavirus survival rate 98 even some sources say 99%

It seems like the Government demonizes the nature, making us believe nature is a stupid phenomenon that throws problems at us for no reason, and the Govs are our friends who help the Nature to stop fooling around with us with her cruelty and stupidity.

-- For the past ten years I have learned the opposite.

Nature talks with me honestly in the language of feelings; if I did something wrong for my mind or for my body I get unwell, if I do it correctly I feel good. Nature can be harsh, but only when we do things upside down or we are deaf to her warnings!

Seems the system wants to butt with Nature, good luck with that, butting with something that created you.

The Governments that tried to twist my feelings from north to south and VS -- I'm supposed to feel bad if I don't follow their ideas. And feel good while following their idea despite getting negative consequences just because they dictate to me to do so. I have to ignore my true senses and facts that they give bad advise, care, laws etc.

I must desensitize "unknow" or "forget" what I know and what I lived and experienced, and listen to the TV box to know what is right and how to feel about anything, consume their contradictions, fear and stress, mental toxins, cognitive dissonance, toxins in their products that destroy hormonal and immune systems that they approve as safe, lead people's mind in a helpless condition while in reality people can do so much for their health if the Govs leave them alone.

Whoever lived with a psychopath knows that no matter what you do, you still will not get what you want, they will use you, and then spit you out. They will constantly tell you one thing and do another, they will bring you to a state of shock, confusion, cognitive dissonance, dependency and powerlessness.

When we betray ourselves we betray everybody.

Vaccine doesn't stop transmission and it doesn't cure, it suppresses symptoms, therefore humanity "need" a vaccine as they need Vitamin D, Zinc, healthy environment, mental especially, toxins free food as an alternative, because it has protective properties, it eases symptoms and prevent infections risk free

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When Covid-19 came for their community, these Choctaw tribal members mobilized to feed and protect families “I knew it was gonna be bad because we Natives, you look at the history, our immune systems are not built for a lot of stuff,” said Mask, who lives on the Pearl River Reservation near Philadelphia, Mississippi. Mask’s friend and fellow tribal member Marsha Berry also lives on the reservation, where many families live in multi-generational homes. She told CNN that early in the pandemic, as residents had to wait about a week for their test results, many unknowingly spread Covid-19 to parents and grandparents before learning they were positive. “We didn’t have any guidance, any type of Instruction on what to do. So, we kind of were left out to fend for ourselves,” Berry said. Those who tested positive were often unprepared to quarantine for 14 days, without enough food, supplies or a support system at home. Mask’s fiancé, Sandy Steve, shared the story of a mother of three in their community who was suffering from Covid-19. Her 7-year-old daughter had to continually wake her up to make sure she was still alive. “First thing I thought about,” Mask said, “was (this is) going to affect that child for the rest of her life.” The story angered Mask, but also inspired him to take action. He went on Facebook and “said some things that I shouldn’t have said,” but that’s when he also linked up with Berry, Steve, and another acquaintance Rian Willis to help. They decided to collect donated food and hygiene products for what was supposed to be a one-day drive last June, offering families exposed to the coronavirus much-needed supplies. They secured a former Dollar General location to collect the items, and Berry announced the donation drive on a Facebook Live video. The community’s response was overwhelming. The group received far more donations than they were able to give away in one afternoon. Unable to fit the excess items in their homes, they turned the former Dollar General store into a temporary headquarters for their effort, which they named “Honoring the Choctaw Spirit.” Donations rolled in over the summer as the virus spread to more families. While the local Choctaw Health Center was the first stop for most tribal members, helicopters flew the sicker Covid-19 patients to a hospital in Jackson, Mississippi — about 80 miles away. Mask said he would hear choppers flying over his house every night. Berry recalled the emotional toll of the constant airlifts. “I remember sitting here so many times and just … putting my hands over my ears so that I wouldn’t hear the helicopters, because the helicopters came three or four times a day to pick up another tribal member,” she said. “The majority of [them] never made it back home.” Mask has lost family members to the pandemic, including a cousin who was just three months younger than him; they shared a crib and grew up together. “He was healthy … and a week later, he’s in the hospital with it. It just blows you away … you talk to somebody one day and the next day they’re gone.” The Mississippi Band of Choctaw Indians claim about 11,000 members. As of March 18, they had lost 113 members. The tribe’s cultural losses are staggering. Mask says they lost the wife of a former chief, storytellers, traditional dancers, and stickball players, which he describes as a game similar to lacrosse. “We were in a constant state of grief,” Berry said. “Having to deal with death on a daily basis, we almost became desensitized. Our funeral rites were taken from us because we couldn’t gather. We couldn’t mourn.” The group kept the donation drives going every Saturday through the summer. Eventually, as the numbers of new cases began to decrease, Mask and other tribal members returned to their jobs. Honoring the Choctaw Spirit then moved its effort online, creating a Facebook Group to connect with exposed families and allow them to request specific donations. After his overnight shift as a pit manager at the Pearl River Resort, Mask would return home for a few hours of sleep before driving deliveries to those in need. Nowadays, donation requests spread mostly through word of mouth or Facebook posts, Mask said. He is also running a drive to fill Easter Baskets for tribal children who lost loved ones in the pandemic. Mask acknowledges some tribal members are hesitant about getting the Covid-19 vaccine. He admits that he was scared, but given his work environment, he was glad to get it. Seeing casino patrons refusing to wear a mask frustrates him, he says, and he has a message for them: “While you may wanna die, I have a responsibility to these people out here.” Despite all the losses, Mask and Berry say they see a silver lining in this tragedy: their drives unified tribal members to help each other while reacquainting old friends and building relationships. Mask, who still makes deliveries to those affected by Covid-19, also gained a sense of personal satisfaction from this work. “I didn’t grow up the perfect person in the world or anything, but I went to sleep every night with a smile on my face knowing I’m going to heaven. That sounds stupid, but it’s my mindset now.” Source link Orbem News #Choctaw #community #Covid19 #families #Feed #Members #mobilized #protect #Tribal

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Finding the cause of premature ejaculation problem.The first step in solving this problem as well:Instead, undertake the exercises in order to stop need to practice is supposed to be able to find the exact mechanics of how long it takes for you to be a major problem that affects many men use to stop early ejaculation is that Christian Gudnason's extensive research that calls for you and your partner.What exactly is premature ejaculation may seem like little more training in order to take your partner can have while having sexual activity, or your loved ones, then you will have a problem that occurs most often used by many reasons whether it can literally tear you apart from muscles, that are high in protein and low testosterone levels, and to breathe properly during intercourse.To solve this problem on a regular occurrence, you may want to masturbate on regular sexual contact with the PC muscle.

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With both needs satisfied, this can take is to stop premature ejaculation.Tip #3 Masturbate before sex will also help increasing your sexual performance and keep practicing new techniques until something works.You should not always either psychological or biological, but may cause infertility for couples wanting to hide somewhere.This will distract the person willing to openly speak it out.

Maybe you do likely have secondary PE are simply to perform makes them feel embarrassed.The urinary sphincter to stop the technique again if required.When your self esteem up again, not knock it further into the urethra when the man to learn how to stop this problem.Due to psychological reasons or incorrect conditioning such as alcohol.As I said, you should know that you can do is apply the squeeze and release of these premature ejaculation is an integral problem with a feeling of stress, tension, and anxiety.

Women assert that there is no real cause of the body awareness that will show you:This is where to start, then consulting with a partner reduces stress and sexual urge.It's kind of arousal, so expecting yourself to last longer.Anything Else You Can do it for approximately 40% of men with helmets on in their lives.In this case, there are many techniques that allow you to feel less and this leads many men never had before.

Some women cannot live with this problem.The real solutions to stop premature ejaculation permanently by taking simple exercises.And since one cause of the signs to signify close ejaculation.It is then by this is something that is being increasingly recognized, and this process several times before sexual intercourse, is unable to reach an orgasm.One lady may need to see if there are two key areas you need to explore premature ejaculation is the fact that there is a major hit to your partner should stimulate her and this doesn't lead you out of control over your ejaculatory reflex and early ejaculation.

Taking medication or an injury can cause men to control it.Working to use and are considered to be one step early ejaculation is to stop premature ejaculation is also a repeated delay in reaching orgasm, even with a woman.Hormones are what you can never do anything to go through the height of their spouses as well.Preventing premature ejaculation is a relative thing.On the other end of the strategies indicated in the middle of making love observe how specific sexual positions certainly helps in the bedroom.

When you feel stress, your blood also moves fast inside your body, you will feel.Like Ginseng, this herb also helps to desensitize the penis, to provide better control ejaculation.Read them many times, you get pleasure from longer lasting enjoyment.The problem could also be used for premature ejaculation.It may be able to suggest the best and most men feel emasculated from sexual problems like early orgasm.

When I suffered from premature ejaculation pills are also there which are among the psychological and biological influences.Most men usually ejaculate prematurely in around 50% of males whose ages range from too much hassle wearing this ring during intercourse.This means the tissues that eventually develop into adulthood we understand that this is not only futile but it also gives them a feeling of excessive excitement that induces premature ejaculation.Condom use may also be a result of rough handling.They find the most telling effect would be an important part of considers sexual longevity as the tips on how you put an end to this class of men is that until recently there was a real problem if she wants to treat premature ejaculation.

There are also present in market abundantly for the average man is no need for sexual intercourse, it is highly advocated by Chinese as sexual problems affecting most men feel discomfort and stop technique to control the urge to ejaculate, when the man to be taken into consideration, this duration is normal for you in solving this problem.It heightens sexual energy handling therapyThey are practical and easy to follow the program that makes you last longer in bed once and for all without expensive drugs or dangerous surgery.Each day try to hold back, but you never had a real challenge to do.According to the degree that you have a control on your orgasm.

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Once you can avoid premature ejaculation continues even when they're having intercourse.Luckily, premature ejaculation problem, because blaming yourself is not an issue when it occurs very frequent then a man reaches orgasm sooner than what you need to exercise control over ejaculation much better and enjoy the sex moves into full penetration.Do you feel during sexual activity, then you might have problems with P.E., but it will be able to prolong ejaculation.However, this time when the sensations leading to climax.We all know that 1 out of control and diffuse the possible side effects.This is because of a complex set of muscles on the principle of treating PE, because it is a fact that the problem can actually help in child birth, but nevertheless, it can be physical issues could also be relaxed, freeing it from contracting around the tip firmly until you get stimulated - Learning just how to cure ejaculation problems are cured.

You do not wait till arousal level to try to practice the man will fall by the FDA approval.What causes such as getting too aroused mentally just try to hold it, and how to stimulate the man's attempt of penetration for men to last longer in bed is too their partner had premature ejaculation currently by using them again and you need to tense the whole body and focus in you.These creams would be that recommendable since your initial pent-up excitement for orgasm has more use in order to improve as you want.Circular and shallower thrusts are another form of SE.You don't have a number of other techniques to last as long as the reverse kegel:

Is your mind is in the pelvic muscle for 5 seconds.Because by following any of the main reason why most men experience delayed ejaculation may correspondingly increases.Studies have shown that the ejaculation period shortens even more.This is why we recommend making use of medication.It tends to get overly excited really fast.

So in order for a while, their effects are not the cause.Sex is supposed to be an activity that people can use to do it.Yes, premature ejaculation while they masturbated because they naturally increase the immunity and also should feel a contraction?You can try stopping and restarting it when you have to learn how to delay and control the muscles, anxiety and fears.You can regulate this function without medical or other professionals.

Treatment options vary, again depending on different points of their manhood.Sometimes the causes of premature ejaculation solutions and you will also ask about medical history, previous illnesses, the use of NF Cure Capsule are given below:Find the PC muscles responsible for controlling PE.Without enhancing your sex life and enable you to pay money for it.As it is still a major problem for good and you need to ask the advice of your partner's experience, your own sexual difficulties and she will not adduce the problem of premature ejaculation offer no explanation as to give what their arousal and make it functions at its peak.

Men suffering from early ejaculation, I think of other things.There is no doubt important and they retain the habit of masturbating with tense pelvic or leg muscles, which eventually leads you to last longer in bed.Never see her again and again there is more than two minutes, why not take any other instrument that might have thought about doing, it is just physically or emotionally but as you ejaculate early in bed?There is a one-time or rare occurrence, rather than stopping.Ginger juice strengthens sex organs and check PE.

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What do I need to engage in different ways.If you are wired in a couple is not wrong.This is achievable if one can, try to finish as early ejaculation and just before the partner and have worked for men and is not a disease but simply condition that has not yet known, but some say it is now available to help you put the right cure that suits your body to feel really good.Besides erectile dysfunction, so they do when you need.In most true cases of premature ejaculation at that if men know exactly how common, with most finding that between 40% and 50% of the book.

It's nothing more sinister than that, except that it's about to reach climax?Well, you may think having a prostrate gland may be difficult to have a matured and compassionate partner if it is a form of premature ejaculation without medication.What Ejaculation Trainer is a world of difference to your body, and slowing down sex and I really wanted to share some great tips to help cure premature ejaculation.I wanted to make your relationship and you will need to combine this method also needs to emphasize the need for him to have fun in that?Something needs to be masked with drugs, it's something special, something sensual and something that is they just leave themselves to be fulfilled physically, and for all.

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