#at how hard it is to avoid cross contamination

[roxineedstosleep]

Idk if this is a request or something but I just wanted to get it out there before I forget it. How would the batfam react to a batsis coming from the last of us universe?( the last of us is a zombie apocalypse type game.) How would they react to all of batsis PTSD from being born in a world over ran by zombie’s and learning to survive at a young age. How would they help them? How would they react if they ever were transported to there(batsis) world?

Don't worry, the truth is that I also questioned several times the reaction of an OC insert or Reader with the passage of time, characters who lived that situation.

Also, sorry if it’s a quite large, but I get exited about this, I was also thinking and thingking about this kind of situtation or scenario and could mange myself about it.

The Last of Us, I know it's based on a video game (comic too or at least I saw several fanmade ones, sorry I don't know much about it, my thing about apocalypse was The Walking Death). And from what I understand, since I get a lot of it on my TikTok feed (thanks Pedro Pascal, I love you in all your ways) I know that the way the infected are handled and the ways of contagion are pretty fucked up.

I mean, at least in TWD the bites were the sure shit, with a good body protector you could get away with it until you got to a safe place…. but that spore stuff? that's a fucking nightmare.

Not only should you avoid being bitten, you should avoid being in contact with any highly contagious source. Food, water, air that's been "stored", spaces that are too enclosed/humid and dark (from what I see I know it's a type of fungus, fungi spread better in those conditions)… I mean, really scary.

I think the only ones who could be saved from those situations would be those who live in sanctuaries in the middle of nowhere (highly extreme climates, like snowy and deserts) or those who reach space. In that situation, which I mentioned a little earlier, the situation for Batsis would be a little worse.

Caves? First place of contagion, unfortunately.

Away from all the PTSD that Batsis must surely have from the traumatic situation of living there…. I don't think it can get much better.

Let's play a bit of a game about it, as I love the What Ifs.

Should it be Batsis from an Apocalyptic Universe coming to a "Healthy" Universe, and by healthy I can even mean post Covid0s universe like ours.

In going from a sick world to a healthy one:

She wouldn't really know how to adapt, it's one thing if the situation was with her being an adult and she at least knew that much about what it meant to have a routine within the normal. Sure, Bruce and the boys would do their best to make her feel safe in many ways, but it wouldn't be possible to make her feel safe at all. She grew up, matured, and developed in that world where every breath could mean having a fucking killer fungus inside her.

Did you ever see videos of people with OCD or germaphobia during the pandemic? Many had breakdowns at such a level that they could become paralysed with fear, breakdowns or hysteria. She would refuse to leave her safe areas, no matter how hard her father and siblings tried to convince her that the rest of the mansion was safe to walk through.

The garden? She refuses to even look at it, places where the spread of spores is more likely due to all the wind and pollination (I've never known bugs or birds to be immune, but considering they can move around because of the pollination issue I don't doubt that any place free of nature is free of risk or cross-contamination).

The cave? The last time one of her brothers tried to get her down to be checked in the medical wing, she almost slit his throat with her own fingernails. She won't go down there, that place is dark, with an uncovered water source and full of dampness… Can't you see that one of those swollen beaks is probably there?

I think she would have serious problems with food, or so I think. Not that she wants to be mean to her, really. But from what I understood a little from seeing at least the first chapters of the series, and also played with several seasons of TWD, she herself would have to see how they prepare the food to avoid contamination or fear of spoiled food. I feel like she would be safe with canned food, specifically canned food that is older than a month before it all goes down the drain. After that, she would obsessively look at the factory's provenance and be in an internal binger over the places that were dropped one by one until she was sure she was safe to eat.

So I don't see her eating with her brothers or her father something that is homemade or from scratch. Unfortunately not. Especially the flours, since they are the crops that were the first to fall before the fungi. I'm sure she would calm down a bit if Alfred showed her the family garden and the fungicides they keep in the barn. If it's not that, will she walk away or not hesitate to spit it out?

To sleep? I think so, I think she would settle, but she is hidden to avoid any risk. Next to Dick, she's the best at hiding in the high and least expected places. After she was found napping in her chandelier, where she had no nightmares or panic attacks, they decided they would let her sleep there. At least until she gets used to the idea that a return portal isn't going to be there anytime soon.

Her father and her brothers would be there for her, don't doubt it. They would love her, they would try to understand her limits, to know that she went through that terrible place to destroy the mind of a poor girl. I mean, Ella was very lucky to have reached an age of near adulthood... Do you know what that mean?

She is happy to have her brothers and her father and her grandfather back in her life. Every day she prays to all the gods she knows, to thank for not having to return to that place. But, even though she has the support of her family, the trauma cannot be reversed.

After those, which I do know are several problems to overcome, I truly believe that she would panic or become hypervigilant when there is a man, who is not from her family, near her... and for sad reasons.

In itself, for a world without the problems of the apocalypse, it is already dangerous to be a woman. Now that the whole world, morale and the little security we had has gone down the drain? I feel like it's even more dangerous. If I remember correctly there is a movie that touches on that subject. Of the possible life of women within a post-apocalyptic world. The SA would be the bread of every day, kidnappings and assaults for the possibility of being able to repopulate the earth would not be strangers. Even more so if we don't talk about ultra-religious cults that try to sell the idea of a woman's sacrifice to "heal" the masses.

Do you see what I'm going to? The fact that she survived childhood and was into young adulthood means that she had to be protected and she knew how to defend herself against all of that. And even more so because, despite everything, she could never fully forgive Bruce for what he did to her and her brothers.

Earlier I mentioned that only the most privileged could be inside those sanctuaries or even reach space to be safe from earth, right?, well. There goes a bit of the matter.

Bruce decided to stay.

For the general public, Bruce Wayne, his children and his closest friends went to one of the many earthly sanctuaries as soon as things turned terribly ugly, but not before sending all his employees safely to a compound of National security.

But Batman? Batman, Robin, and the rest of the bat family stayed to wear out their souls, their safety, and their lives for a city full of killer mushrooms.

She remembers how at first the whole family agreed to stay in the city to find a cure with the help of the League. But over time, when Alfred fell ill, Tim was infected, when Duke had to amputate his arm, Jason almost got infected and Dick was not found for months (not counting attempted assaults on S and others to kidnap her). things in the family got much worse.

Robin in case he was a child soldier, but at this point he looked more like a killing machine than a human being, she herself tried to find a cure and it was more risky and almost impossible over the time to find users who did not have advanced disease or who were immune.

She begged her father that at least the LG members with higher immunity would take care of the safety of the earth, that she and her siblings could be moved to the moon base. Superman, Wonder Women and Mr. Martian could easily handle the situation without going on a death streak every time they breathed, she and her brothers were not that lucky.

But Bruce didn't listen to her, no by any chance.

One by one they began to fall, all her family started to died, even her father amputated his leg after a bad mission plan, until, in an intent of being helpfull (she had simply fled across town looking for medicine for her father's fever), a porthole opened and she fell to that new world where his father and brothers were safe.

Did she ever forgive Bruce for that? No, even in that world where none of that happened, she couldn't forgive the fact that her mother decided to sacrifice himself and his siblings when they could have found another way to save themselves.

Bruce? He will never forgive himself when he finds out that it was his fault and his stubbornness that caused his family to perish. Even more so when he finds out that his daughter, with whom he fought the most and argued about escaping the planet to be save, in any case put his integrity at risk for wanting to save him from a fever that would have killed him anyway at the end of the day.

It hurts Dick to see how Batsis always jumps on him and the rest of his brothers to see if they have any bites or open wounds, Jason is destroyed to see how his sister shakes like a leaf, but he allows anyways to Damian to take her to the garden to get fresh air. Tim watches, in dispair, as she tries to learn all the first aid techniques and amputation procedures, because she is afraid to come back at any time and not know how to do it; Bruce cries when he sees how his daughter, his sweet girl, stores as much food as he can in hidden corners of the mansion and high on the roof; Damian can't help but feel weak when he sees, clearly sees and notices, how his sister is starving to eat any home-cooked food, but they end up throwing up when he takes a tentative bite and must go back to the canned goods.

It hurts everyone, it tears them apart, and she suffers in the process too. Of course, she no longer has to run for her life every hour, she can breathe easy, she can have all the canned goods she wants and she knows that her brothers and her father will be with her after she closes her eyes and opens them again. .

Psychiatric treatments only work in part, therapies are somewhat slow and not easy to achieve. I mean, no one can tell a specialist doctor that she comes from another universe, Harley Queen could be an option, she herself knows a lot of shit about the multiverse and astuff, but even after a general check-up she had told Bruce, no matter how much treatment she could give him toast to Batsis, poor kid would be scarred forever.

At least the therapies help with the issue of food and hypervigilance. Outside of that, she will always need the support of others to get through everything else.

#Batsis #batsister #batman #batfamily #batdad #Batboys #batbros #dc batfam #batfam imagine #BatFam #batfamily angst #batfam angst #batman angst #angst #dc #au #apocalypse #apocalypse au #bruce wayne #bruce wayne angst #dick grayson #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #Damian al Ghul #Alfred Pennyworth #batfam x batsis #tw sa #tw violence #tw aggression

[crazylittlejester]

Sending hugs and sympathies about the food allergies. Mine aren't bad enough I CAN'T risk eating something someone else has made (I'll survive if I'm wrong, just be uncomfortable) but unless I've really, thoroughly explained it I strive not to because the odds they can decontaminate adequately is very low and it SUCKS because accepting food from strangers is SO IMPORTANT SOCIALLY. To not be able to do it is an absolute tragedy, so. Feel you so hard. Gonna go poke your Wars now, sounds like I'll have fun!

So seriously, accepting food and eating with people is such an important social thing and people just don’t understand how some people just cannot accept that food and it frustrates me to no end. My allergies are pretty severe, and it’s gotten to the point where I just avoid eating around large groups of people/going out to dinners with people because I feel bad asking them to not order things that could kill me, but also if I don’t ask I risk cross contamination or one of the people touching me and it sucks. Because like if I tell them not to order it I’m ‘controlling’, ‘paranoid’, and ‘selfish’, but if I DON’T, I can’t eat because I’m too anxious, or I’m having an actual allergic reaction because of cross contamination. It’s just so frustrating to me that people just do not get it

If I can get people to understand this and why it sucks through fanfiction, then continuing to project upon Warriors is what I’m gonna do, because I’ve been so frustrated with people telling me I’m overreacting my whole life, and if a traumatized war hero who fears being poisoned is what gets it to click for some people, then so be it 🫡 Plus it seems to suit him very well and people have really liked what I’ve written for him so far :)

#jes talks #jes ask #linked universe #lu warriors

[drstonetrivia]

Chapter 223 Trivia (Part 1)

The final chapter of 2021! This time last year, Senku and the others were crossing the Andes and Suika almost died falling into a canyon.

How time flies!

(...Unlike Suika.)

The astronauts are training underwater to simulate space's weightlessness. You'll notice they have frames around them. This is to ensure neutral buoyancy: they'll neither float to the surface nor sink to the bottom.

This is harder than it sounds, with a quarter of astronauts returning with injuries to their hands and their shoulders especially due to pressure against the rigid space suit. Because of Earth's gravity, doing the underwater tasks can actually be harder than doing them in space.

I think they gave up on giving us accurate calendars after the "10 year time skip" situation in chapter 215…

This tube is to prevent contaminating the astronauts so they don't bring anything to the moon. It's more important for missions to extraterrestrial bodies than, say, missions to the ISS since the ISS is already contaminated by people and it's fairly self-contained.

These space suits look more similar to atmospheric diving suits, especially JIM suits, than the softer-looking space suits we're used to. This might be because they lack the ideal materials, or possibly to avoid the problem of decompression sickness:

Hard-shell suits can withstand more pressure, so there's no need to adjust to the lower-pressure limits of the soft suits moving to/from the rocket. The other advantage to these suits is that there's no counter-force: the astronauts don't have to exert force to hold a position.

The suits are probably inspired by the RX series by Litton Industries, in particular the RX-2 (which had aluminum joints) and the RX-3, both from the 1960s.

Other space suits can be found here.

The udder-like valves at the front of the suit are for the various hose connections needed, such as breathable air and water cooling. You may notice that they're at similar positions to Stanley's revival outfit (probably a coincidence).

You're probably laughing at how awkwardly everyone's standing, and that's because the suits don't have a full range of movement. To make working with their hands easier, the suits are biased towards the front.

Shoulders are really complicated joints!

Remember last week when I said the gloves need to be fitted well so the wearers can use their hands properly?

I'm not even sure anyone can form a fist, let alone shoot a gun.

There's no visual difference between the suits, so once everyone has their helmets on it might be hard to tell who's who.

Unless the black and white manga is preventing us from seeing that they're bright red, blue, and green or something.

The transition from Stanley and Xeno being an inseparable pair, chasing their other half around the world, to Stanley admitting that "it ain't just the two of us anymore" really shows character development.

Xeno following it up with "we" makes me feel something though… 🥺

Xeno gives Stanley a pack of chewing tobacco because he can't smoke in space, but chewing tobacco needs to be spat out afterwards unless Stan intends to eat the cigarette, paper and all.

I really hope we see Stanley use one because I don't know how they're meant to work.

As of March 2021, in-flight accidents have killed 15 astronauts and 4 cosmonauts, making the fatality rate 3.2%. However, if you include the Apollo 1 launch pad fire that happened on the ground, this brings the total to 22/439 astronaut fatalities, which is the 5% Senku mentions.

(Next part)

#trivia #dr stone #chapters #223

[firewalkzwit]

runt // jonathan crane x reader. (13)

Chapter 13

cross-posted on AO3

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To Crane and many others, sex and violence had always been directly correlated. Violence manifests itself in sexual desires, and the lack of sex also often proves itself to be channelled through violence. Similar to when captive chimpanzees are celibate for too long, and they begin to become destructive and aggressive. People also manifest their unresolved emotional conflicts and defence mechanisms they develop from their childhoods in the shape of violent sexuality. The desire to be choked, spanked, beat up, or being the aggressor and finding sexual arousal in it fascinated Crane, as much as he didn't pay studies of sexuality half the time he did to fear, he was immensely passionate on most fields within psychology likewise.

However, it was not until recently that his long forgotten student years, where he first read Freud and Wilhelm Reich, and particularly the latter and his correlation to sexuality and violence, had struck his memory. Him and Freud's apprentice shared a fair amount of discrepancies, yet this didn't mean that when he had his second wet dream with Y/N, the men's names assaulted his mind. Waking up hard again, and with the latent scent of the coffee lingering from his dream, Crane almost felt like his own mind was playing sick games with him. He felt immensely conflicted. He knew even though they were just dreams, the repetition of the same scenery, only this time more vivid and violent, and the remaining sensation that he could hear her being significantly more lucid, had an underlying meaning he tried to refrain from investigating.

What he hated the most, was that trying to avoid the analysis of his dream only continued to prove that his dreams were what hid in the darkest corners of his subconscious desires. The desire to fuck, destroy and contaminate her female purity. The Y/N in his dreams held a knife, and would ask him to get naked, holding the weapon threateningly. He'd see himself in third person, as he usually dreamed in such state. The blurry vision reminded Crane that although he always dreamt in colour, as soon as he woke up he couldn't name any one of them. Once completely naked, she'd eye him down in an expression indiscernible, yet he could perceive her desire to subvert him. Soon, the scenery would switch and the memory of when or how completely disappeared as soon as he woke up -they were in a bed, room being dimly lit, and she was under him playfully resisting as he held her wrists. He could vividly recall the vision of her breasts under his chest, and how the tender meat would quiver along with the rest of her body as she moved.

"Hit me." She'd ask, to which he would initially resist, his visions seemingly panning shots of flames consuming a candle like a film. "Hit me.” she'd whisper.

"No."

"Hit me, hit me!" And finally, he'd comply, slapping as her head darted the opposite direction, finally snapping him awake.

He never got to see her face in the dreams, but he knew it was her. Something about sensory perception in dreams often gets lost in translation, but one can vividly remember paradoxical invisible sights or inaudible sounds one perceives. Dreams fascinated Crane, he often journaled about them as soon as he'd woken up. But those two particular dreams he had with Y/N he refrained from writing them down, something in their sinful nature being scolded and repressed by his conscious self. He sometimes hated to watch himself subject his own psyche to follow the most recurrent, basic archetypes in psychoanalysis. Then again, he was only human, as much as he wished sometimes he could exempt himself from tendencies that seemed so primal. Psychoanalysis breaks down human behaviours and reduces what most presume to be civilised creatures into simple animals, chained to their tendencies and desires. He found solace in the thought that the humanity we live in is only a piece of a process in the evolution of our species, but it ached him to know he couldn't form part of the future generations and their developments.

Her naked body was covered by a silk white dress, and she'd gracefully move in a circle of illumination drawn by the spotlight over her head. Her limbs were lightweight, and she moved with such flexibility that her body often seemed to lose its consistency and shudder like liquid. He was watching from afar, she couldn't see him, smell him or hear him, she just knew. As she danced, she could feel the dress beginning to melt off, becoming milk and dripping down on the floor, exposing her naked body to who, in the dream, seemed to be her captor. As she stood immobile and impotent, unable to help her exposed body or exit the spotlight, his approach rapidly culminated in his lewd touch. All over her body, she'd feel his touch infect the purity of the white milk that had traced down her body. He'd slide his hands up her legs and suck his fingers, drinking off of her and taking the only thing she possessed in that world; her milk.

Unusual dreams were often accompanied by sexual undertones, never arousing her, but always violating her, and the implications of purity in the embodiment of herself in dreams. It particularly caught her attention that this time, Crane was the protagonist of her dream. She recalled in her sleep feeling a sort of hesitant desire, her dream self being prude and even puritanical, yet an underlying desire causing her to reject his touch yet not want him to stop. Until then, the thought of having sex with Crane had been either downright terrifying or nonexistent at all, yet it wasn't until that particular dream that she begun to think of having sex with Crane on a more objective standpoint. Now that they were supposedly going to work together, would he ever want to have sex with her? He never even insinuated it, not even physically coercing the formality between them by touching her in a way suggestive enough to trigger her, in fact he hardly ever touched her at all. She wrote down her dream, and pondered on the potential interpretations to her recurrent dreams on scenes that depicted her desiring her purity to be corrupted in an overly sexual manner. As she reached the end of her memories, she figured she'd ask Dr. Crane about dreams as soon as she saw him.

#jonathan crane #scarecrow #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #batman #the batman #batman begins #nolanverse batman #cillian murphy #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #batman x reader

[trashbag-baby666]

Heart Of Glass-Rooster Bradshaw

Chapter Five.

WC: 2,053.

C/W: Angst.

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The group sat in the classroom again Warlock standing at the front to deliver some news.

"The uranium enrichment plant that is your target will be operational earlier than expected. Raw uranium will be delivered to the plant in ten days time. As a result your mission has been moved up one week in order to avoid contaminating the target valley with radiation." He spoke. Phoenix and Storm shared a concerning look there was no way they could be ready by then they didn't even have the path and terrain figured out. Storm sighed and turned looking at Rooster.

"Sir, no one here has successfully flown a low-level course." Coyote spoke up.

"Neverthe less, you've been ordered to move on. Captain." Warlock nodded and walked back to the side letting Maverick walk to the front.

Storm sighed and crossed her arms, there was no way her father was going to let her fly this mission and she didn't want that to be true. Because he wanted to protect her but yet it was holding back Phoenix and Storm.

"We have one week left to focus on phase two. It's the most difficult stage of the mission. It's a pop-up strike with a steep dive requiring nothing less than two consecutive miracles." Mav held up two fingers and Phoenix and Storm shared another look both of their eyebrows furrowed as everyone wondered how this was going to be possible.

"Two pairs of F-18s will fly in a welded wing formation. Team work, precise coordination of these aircraft is essential to both the missions success and your survival. As you know the plant rests between two mountains. On first approach you'll invert directly into a steep dive. This allows you to maintain the lowest possible altitude and the only possible attack angle. Your target is an impact angle point less than meters wide." Mav went on about this damn near impossible mission.

All of the pilots sharing worried glances with each other, who would be the ones who were able to fly this?

"Egress is a steep high-G climb out to avoid hitting this mountain." Mav clasped his hands together.

"A steep climb at that speed you're pulling at least eight G's," Storm spoke up looking at her father.

"Nine. Minimum." Mav corrected her.

"The stress limit of the F-18's airframe is 7.5." Rooster looked up at him.

"That's the accepted limit, to survive this mission you'll pull beyond that. Even if it means bending our airframe. You'll be pulling so hard you'll weigh close to 2,000 pounds. Your skull crushing your spine your lungs imploding like an elephant sitting on your chest. Fighting with everything you have just to keep from blacking out. And this is where you'll be at your most vulnerable. This is coffin corner." Mav pointed as he began going on.

Storm sighed as she bit at her knuckle a thing she did when she was nervous.

They were going to fly a model track of it after and she was scared and excited. She needed to prove herself. The plain idea of even dog fighting with SAMs seemed impossible and terrifying.

Once Mav finished Phoenix opened up.

"Sir is this even achievable?" She raised her eyebrows.

"The answer to that question will come down to the pilot in the box." Mav looked over the class of pilots. All of them turning heads and glancing at others.

    Finally they were up in the air practicing, "Talk to me Storm?" Phoenix called into the radio.

"We are 12 seconds late on target. We gotta move!" Storm replied looking at the radars and around.

"Copy! Try to stay with me!" Coyote responded.

"Huh? Wait who's that?" Storm looked at the radar as another air craft came into view.

"Blue team you've been spotted," Mav came over flying above them.

"Shit it's Maverick." Coyote sighed.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Storm raged.

"I'm a bandit on course to intercept. Blue team what are you gonna do?" Mav came into the radio.

"He's 20 miles left. Ten o'clock. 700 knots closer." Storm watched him.

"Your call. What do you wanna do?" Coyote asked Phoenix.

"Continue. We're close stay on target!" She responded.

"He’s swinging around to the north.” Storm called into the radio.

“Stand by for pop up,” Coyote called.

“Be ready on that laser, Storm.” Phoenix glanced back at her.

“Copy. I’m on it.” Storm looked down at her laser joystick pressing it.

“Blue team, bandit is still closing.” Mav flew above them.

“Popping now!” Coyote yelled pulling up.

“Talk to me Storm where’s Maverick?” Coyote asked.

“He’s five miles out. He’s coming fast.” Storm watched the radar. Storm grunted at the pressure filling her as the G’s overtook.

“Targets in sight.”

“Where’s my laser Storm?” Coyote asked a little harshly.

“Deadeye! Deadeye! It’s not good. Sorry I cant get a lock.” Storm responded.

“We’re out of time I’m dropping blind.” Coyote responded. He dropped and instantly missed it.

“Damn it,” Coyote grunted. The G force now really taking over the three as the exited the practice mountain.

“That’s tone.” Mav got a missile lock.

“Mavericks got a missile lock on us.” Storm sighed.

“Shit! We’re dead.” Phoenix groaned pulling away from the imaginary climb.

“Blue team that’s a fail.” Mav called, “Level out Coyote.”

“Coyote do you copy?” Mav called again into the radio.

“Coyote come in?” Storm called into the radio a sense of panic washing over her as his plane started making weird movements seemingly no control.

“Coyote. Level wings!” Mav yelled, “Oh god. He’s in G-LOC.”

“Coyote!” Storm called again. Phoenix glanced out the canopy as it happened.

“He’s gonna burn in!” Phoenix yelled.

“I’m going after him,” Mav pulled down, “Come on. Give me tone, give me tone, give me tone. Snap out of it Coyote come on!”

“Coyote come on!” Storm yelled as her heart began to beat faster heat washing over her face. She wasn’t very close with him but she had gotten to know him. Coyote snapped out of it last minute pulling up coming out of the canyon.

Relief washing over everyone.

“Coyote are you okay?” Storm and Phoenix asked at the same time.

“Are you okay?” Mav asked.

“I’m okay. I’m good.” Coyote took some deep breathes.

“Good. Good. That’s enough for today.” Mav sighed.

“That was close,” Phoenix came up next to Mav.

“Too close,” he responded. A bird hit Mavs windshield flying back.

“Bird strike! Bird strike!” Mav called panicked once again. It hit one of Phoenix and Storms jet engine a whole new thing flooding over everyone.

“Bird strike!” Phoenix yelled as they got a fire warning on the jet.

“Phoenix,” Storm called her voice full of worry, “Left engines on fire!”

“Climbing!” Phoenix pulled up trying to get the fire to go out.

Mav felt the pain and scarcity wash over him. Not this.

He couldn’t lose his own daughter the way he lost his best friend.

Bradley couldn’t lose her. What would he do without her.

“Throttling back. Shutting off fuel to left engine. Extinguishing fire.” Phoenix called as she did the tasks they were taught.

Mav watched panicking. No. No. No.

“Right engine is out!” Storm yelled.

“It’s still spinning! Trying to restart it!” Phoenix responded.

“Phoenix and Storm it’s on fire! Don’t start-“ Mav yelled.

“Throttling!” Phoenix called.

“Oh my god.” Mav panicked. No. No. No. this couldn’t this couldn’t be happening again. Not to Mazy. He needed her, Bradley needed her. She was the only family both of them had.

“We’re on fire! We’re on fire Damn it!” Storm screamed panicking lacing her voice as they began spinning down.

“Extinguishing right engine!” Phoenix yelled.

“Phoenix! Mazy you need to punch out! Punch out!” Mav yelled. He didn’t want to use her name while flying but he was not just their instructor he was Mazy’s father.

“Warning lights everywhere! Hydraulic failure!” Storm shouted. Her eyes wide her face washed over red. This couldn’t be how it ended. He had heard about the stories of her father and Goose. She couldn’t leave Bradley not like this.

“Flight controls! I cant control it!” Phoenix panicked.

“We’re going down Phoenix! We’re going in! Tell Rooster I love him!” Storm screamed panic flushing every single part of her body. Her heart ached, fuck her whole body ached as she felt tears pricking her eyes.

“You can’t save it! Eject! Eject!” Mav yelled.

“Eject! Eject!” Phoenix screamed as both her and Mazy pulled the levers ejecting themselves. Their plane burning into the side of a canyon exploding.

Bradley sat in a conference room alone. Silent.

He watched it all happen listened to it on the radio he couldn’t do anything about it. Once Phoenix and Mazy were brought into the bases hospital he couldn’t see her because he wasn’t technically family. A simple, “I’m really sorry sir you can’t go see her.”

Mav said she was going to be okay but they were keeping them both overnight. Bradley didn’t know who to be mad at. Mazy? Maverick? Himself?

He bit his lip as he kept a tight grip on his own hands. He stared down at the simple silver band he wore. It was a small gift Mazy had gotten him on their one year anniversary. Something for them to have when either one was deployed to know that they were with them even if it wasn’t physically.

He couldn’t go home.

He couldn’t go home to an empty house without the light and love of his life.

Mazy lit up the darkest of rooms for him always.

Every night of mourning. Every night of PTSD. They were there for each other. Now Bradley was alone. She wasn’t gone but they couldn’t be together on possibly the hardest moment of their lives.

The door opened and Maverick walked in taking a few steps towards him.

“Like I said they’re keeping Phoenix and Mazy overnight for observation but they’re going to be okay. I promise you that. Mazy said she wants you to not worry about her. I know that’s damn near impossible but she doesn’t want you worrying. She wants you to go home and sleep.” Mav rambled.

“That’s good. I’ve never lost a wingman. I couldn’t imagine losing her.” Bradley sighed looking down at his hands again before running them across his face, “I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

“You’re lucky. We both are. I don’t know I could never forgive myself. I want to blame myself for this but I know there’s no holding Mazy back.” Mav sighed, “If you fly long enough though it will happen.”

“Easy for you to say.” Bradley responded, “No wife, you neglect Mazy. Nobody to mourn you when you burn in.” Bradley let the harsh words flow.

“I know I wasn’t always a good father for Mazy. Bradley go home.” Mav sighed, Mav knew growing up he neglected her but he did love Mazy. He loved her so much that he couldn’t bare to look at her when he left for missions incase he didn’t come back, “You need to get some sleep you can see Mazy in the morning.”

“Why’d you pull my papers at the academy?” Bradley yelled at Mav as he was leaving, “Why did you stand in my way?”

“You weren’t ready.” Mav shook his head.

“Ready for what?” Bradley charged at him, “Huh! Ready to fly like you?”

“Ready to forget the book. Trust your instinct don’t think just do. Mazy knew how to do that you didn’t.” Mav turned stepping up to Bradley, “You think up there. You’re dead. Believe me.”

“My dad believed in you,” Rooster said above a whisper, “I’m not gonna make the same mistake.”

“Maverick.” Warlock stepped in to get the other man.

“Just go home Bradley I’ll tell them to let you go see her in the morning.” Mav turned on his heals and followed Warlock out.

Bradley stood there dumbfounded. He had just been compared to his fiancé. He had just been told the truths of his life. He just wanted to hold Mazy. Run his fingers through her soft brown hair, gaze into her green eyes.

He needed her he couldn’t just go home in a mental state like this.

#top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster x reader #phoenix top gun #coyote #pete maverick mitchell #angst

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #74

Okay, so Br and I will be driving back home tomorrow morning, and J will be flying the plane back as we do that.

Though we've had a video chat with M, and watched M play the new segment of your story on Twitch, I still miss him a lot, and I'm VERY eager to go home.

Today was relatively uneventful. The weather was what it was, and so J wasn't able to get any practice in with the new plane until later in the afternoon. So to kill time, we tried to go get breakfast somewhere that seemed cool, but instead we to the grocery store because Br is allergic to gluten, and the place that advertised gluten-free accommodations had a disclaimer basically saying that they are not AT ALL diligent about avoiding cross-contamination, which was super lame of them.

But that's okay because the grocery store had cheese and mangoes and interesting-looking fizzy drinks, and I bought them because my impulse control sucks, and I ate/drank them all shortly thereafter for the same reason I bought them!! And it was AWESOME!!! And Br seemed happy about what she got while we were there, even though she was understandably frustrated about the fact that it's so hard to find restaurants that are careful about cross contamination when it comes to gluten.

I wish that food places were more diligent, and I wish that Br hadn't had so many dismissive, condescending, and unsupportive responses from her friends and family regarding her allergy that she expected J and I to be frustrated with her over it. But that's okay. We can support her through her big feelings, and we can reassure her that she's safe with us; it's easy to do. Basic kindness is easy to do.

From there, J and Br and I tried to go to a local singing event (mostly for J and Br to participate in; I don't do public singing), but it was canceled, so we took a walk instead. I didn't see much of note, but I did take a couple of pictures that seemed interesting, to show to you.

The bark of these trees looks like it was painted on:

And I saw a couple of flowers that I thought you might like, too:

The tree these came from looked like this:

We also saw this building with an interesting brick pattern:

We returned to the hotel after that. I may have eaten entirely too much cheese because I am a cheese goblin (it is known); my guts feel a little weird. The weather cleared up and J went out to practice flying. Br and I are kind of in a holding pattern here, waiting for him to come back.

So… I don't have a whole lot for you today. I'm sorry about that. But I still wanted to take the time to make sure you knew someone is out here thinking about you and wishing for good things upon you.

I'm about to see you fall down again in the story. I've seen it happen in at least three different pieces of media now. I don't think it will ever become less heartrending, no matter how many times I have to witness it.

...Please be okay at the end of all this. Please. Please turn yourself around. Please make a different choice. Whether what happened at Nibelheim was your choice or the influence of Jenova... I don't care. Anyone can turn themselves around. Anyone can choose to make different choices going forward.

Lots of people in my world are counting on you to show them how. They are counting on you to teach them how to come back from the brink. So Sephiroth... please. Because the people of my world need you, and because if you don't turn yourself around, you will be erased, and... I don't know if I can take watching that happen to you again. I wept for weeks the first time I saw it, just like I wept for Aerith when she was slain in the original series of events.

I'll leave you with this:

You're worth it. You're worth your own effort. You're worth the grieving it will take to come to terms with your past. You're worth the effort it would take to turn around, to change your story, to change your outcome to something better, peaceful, and more wholesome.

Sephiroth... please. I don't want any more bad things to happen to you. But if you don't turn around, you will have to be stopped.

You are loved. You are so very loved. And not by the space parasite - by real, live, actual human beings who care about you and your wellbeing as a fellow human being. So come on. The darkness doesn't suit someone like you. Living on your knees doesn't suit someone like you. Take the hands outstretched to you. Listen to the voices calling out to you in kindness and in song.

I'll write to you tomorrow. Please stay safe.

Your friend, Lumine

#sephiroth #ThankYouFFVIIDevs #ThankYouFF7Devs #ThankYouSephiroth #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy vii crisis core #final fantasy 7 crisis core #final fantasy crisis core #ffvii crisis core #ff7 crisis core #crisis core #ff7r #final fantasy vii remake #final fantasy 7 remake #ffvii remake #ff7 remake #final fantasy vii rebirth #final fantasy 7 rebirth #ffvii rebirth #ff7 rebirth #final fantasy 7 ever crisis #ffvii ever crisis #ff7 ever crisis #ffvii first soldier #holding pattern #flowers and trees #wholesome

[gardens-light]

Love Spell

Summary- Dr Steven Strange is no casual wanderer to the multiverse. He has fought countless of foes and monsters-including variants of himself. A proud man like him never really has time for distractions and always know what to do. But upon his return from one dimension, the Sorcerer Supreme hasn't quite been himself. It's as though he's constantly struggling to keep himself together, he's avoiding everyone and everything. But mainly you...

Contents- Fluff. Unprotected sex. P in V. Course language.

"Get ready. We must close the portal the minute Strange is through! Let nothing but him pass!."

Nodding to Wong's instructions, you braced for impact as orange sparks begun to flicker and swirl. "Get ready, Y/N!" conjuring up a shield as the sparks became a portal, glowing colours of purple, blue, pink and red flooded the Sanctum.

"Close the portal!" only Steven's voice could be heard and before the portal could become unstable, the Sorcerer Supreme burst through with such force, causing him to fall on top of you. Knocking you down to the floor. Wong quickly closed the portal before looking down at you and Steven.

Laying flat on your back with your arms above your head, with Steven sitting on your hips as he adjusted his hair. "Another dimension saved" he spoke proudly, not even noticing the awkward position you both were in. Or more correctly, the position you were in. Your eyes staring up at the ceiling, not daring to advert their gaze, for only the sight of Steven's crotch would greet you. Focusing on keeping your body perfectly still, since you already was feeling his strong legs beside your hips and legs. Smelling his sweat made you swallow hard, as you tempted you keep your thoughts clean.

Thank God, he can't read minds.

With a helping hand from Wong, Steven got up and dusted himself off, while you struggled back onto your feet.

"Ah, Y/N. I didn't see you there" he said, once his eyes finally fell onto you. "Now's not the time to lay on the job. You've got a long way to go, if you want to be my apprentice" "excuse you? Laying down on the job? You catapulted into me, Steven!" "It's either Sorcerer Supreme, or Dr Strange."

Why do I like this idiot again? You thought.

"Strange, what was the threat?" Wong asked in attempted to ease the frustration between the pair of you. Steven cleared his throat, "a witch and I admit... a powerful one." "A variant of anyone we know?" "thankfully not. I've never met this person before, but they did make me break a sweat. Threw a good amount of spells and incarnations at me." Wong pulled out a book and begun to flip through the pages, "you should be cleansed of their aura and magic. We can't risk any cross contamination." But Steven closed the book and took it out of Wong's hands.

"Yes, I admit, the threat was powerful, but nothing to concern yourself with. It was just a witch who went power-mad, they were willing to tare the multi-verse apart to see their 'beloved' again." A sympatric expression softened Wong's rounded face. As he fell silent.

"Sorry to hear" you thought out loud, "they lost everything" "oh enough with the pity party-" "pity party? That witch lost the one and only person they ever loved! How could you be so heartless?" Steven crossed his arms as his gaze narrowed onto you. "Heartless? They were ripping the multi-verse apart!" "to see their loved one again! But you wouldn't know how that feels, would you Steven?."

He took a deep breath, "it's either-" "fuck your title!" Wong looked at you with a shocked expression, as you continued to lecture Steven. "Of course you wouldn't know! There's nobody else besides 'The Sorcerer Supreme.' There's nobody you care about, let alone love! No wonder why you blew it with Christine!"

And with spitting out that poison, you walked away. Leaving Steven with a sad expression as Wong placed a hand upon his shoulder.

The Next Day.

Steven hasn't been the same since that afternoon. He would wonder around with a blank expression, only to suddenly mumble some nonsense whenever Wong snapped him out of his daze.

Throughout yesterday, his spells wasn't conjuring properly, as though his thoughts were elsewhere. And this morning, he didn't show up to your training, leaving Wong in charge.

After your morning training, you decided to go to Steven's room.

Perhaps I was a little too harsh yesterday. Mentioning Christine like that was a low blow, I guess. And I should apologize. It's not like Steven doesn't know the meaning of sacrifice. Just like everyone else, he has suffered.

Turning into the long hallway, slowly approaching a wooden door on the left side. Elegant and clean engraving of magic symbols was carved into the oak, each done with great position and workmanship. Breathing deeply you knocked the iron knocker, "Steven? It's Y/N, can we talk?." At first it seemed like nothing was coming from the room, until you placed an ear to the door and slightly heard some heavy breathing.

Rising an eyebrow you called for Steven, the heavy breathing suddenly stopped with a surprised moan. Followed by a sudden loud sound of falling books, "Steven? Are you ok?" you pulled away and gazed at the door. "Y-Yes? Who? What you want?" you pulled a puzzled expression as Steven's shaky voice came from inside.

"Its me. Y/N. Do you have a moment to talk?."

"No!... I-I mean, no. Now isn't a good time."

"Steven... I'm sorry, about what I said yesterday. I don't really want to talk through this door, but I want you to know that I'm sorry."

"U-Um, it's ok. You were upset. I understand. N-Now leave, told you this wasn't a good time- ah! Shit!."

A hard thud against the floor came from his room, along with another sound of tumbling books. Pulling a puzzled look as you reached for the door knob, "Steven?-" "no! No! Don't come in!" ignoring his... well it sounded more like a plea than a command.

Carefully turning the knob and poking your head first through the gap. Looking around the large room of well carved furniture, a Steven sat by the floor of his king, sized four poster bed. The velvet drapes pulled from their resting positions. As you fully stepped through, your gaze noticed the piles of books, which carelessly stacked on top of the bedside tables and chest of draws. Opened books showing spells, incarnations, curse breaking and more, scattered across the rugs of the wooden floor.

Finally, as you closed the door behind you. Your gaze stopped to see Steven sitting among the mess of opened books. His robes were messy, the collar hung low exposing his chest. His brown locks out of place. His breath unsteady and heavy.

"Steven, are you ok?."

"I told you not to come in!"

You crossed your arms, "maybe so but look at the state of you! After hearing your distressed voice, did you really think I was going to casually go on with my day?."

A heartfelt sigh left his mouth, "fine... I suppose, I can't be too frustrated with you. Well, I accept your apology, no need to linger around."

A violent twitch moved throughout his body, causing Steven to grip the bedsheets tightly.

"Thank you, but something is clearly wrong with you Steven. Let me help."

You saw frustration slowly build in him, Steven knew you wouldn't leave without an explanation. But the fiery feeling within his chest also wont leave easily. "Fine... That witch I fought... turns out one of the spells she casted upon me... was a temporality curse."

You placed your hands upon your hips, fighting the temptation of saying 'I told you so.' "Well... something was bound to happen, would you like me to get Wong?"

"No! No! He'll only say what I dread." His shifty gaze fell onto you, "the hated phase is all over your face already."

"True, but I'm not here to argue. You've got books across the room, clearly you've found something. We already have good news, it's temporally."

Steven hesitated before speaking, "I-I... have a lust curse upon me." His voice was filled with shame, as though he was talking about some severe news. "And... it's only temporally until it's lifted. And to lift it... I must carry out the act, of what the curse has yearned my body to desire."

Taking the situation more seriously, you sat upon the small surface of the nearby small table. "Well... a lust curse isn't the worse thing to have on you."

Steven frowned, not appreciating of you attempting to make light of the whole thing. "This isn't a joke!"

"Steven, I know. But seriously, it's a natural desire. Just y'know... hire a um, 'professional' to ease you."

"You purpose a dirty whore comes into this Sanctum? And not only lay hands on me, The Sorcerer Supreme? But lay with me? I am a warlock and a man of high calibre!. Regardless of my position! I wouldn't lower myself to such filth!."

"Alright. Alright... how about one of the females within this Sanctum? There's many understanding and pretty ladies here."

Steven rested his forehead against the edge of the mattress, "Y/N... I know you're attempting to 'help.' But please, only offer advice within your abilities." He took a deep breath before continuing, "what we do at this Sanctum is serious and secret. Performing or even mentioning such act with The Sorcerer Supreme, dishonours the Sanctum, it's people and what we stand for."

"Steven, it's ok to say you're worried of people's reaction if you fucked somebody."

"Say or think however you wish. It's a serious problem and not just anyone can... 'help' me solve it due to my title."

A brief silence fell over the pair of you. The tension soon became uncomfortable, therefore after a long hesitation you softly spoke. "What about... me?"

"What about you?"

You looked down and started playing with your fingers, can't believe I'm even considering this. "How about... I uh, 'help' with your problem?."

Steven looked at you with wide eyes, "Y/N, we possibly can't-"

"I know you're worried about dishonouring the Sanctum, and what not. But it's only gonna be us two that knows, nobody else. And I already know about your... 'problem,' so it saves explaining. Or making up some uncomfortable story to somebody else."

He shook his head, "no! No! There's multiple solutions! I just need to find the right one!"

"Idiot! You already said that it's a temporarily curse, until it's done what it's carried out to do. Plus, 'dishonouring' the Sanctum would be the least of your worries, as locking yourself up for days on end. Hoping the feelings go away, won't do you any favours. Because people would start getting concerned and perhaps suspicious."

Steven grumbled, resting his forehead against the edge of the mattress again. He took a few good heavy breaths. Not knowing what made him more frustrated and annoyed, the fact that you were right. Or how you were willingly to submit yourself in such a vulnerable manner.

After a hesitation, Steven got up and shuffled his way towards you, his head hanging low in shame. "Fine, but you speak of this to nobody! Understand?"

Knowing how uneasy he must feel, you cupped his face in an effort to comfort him. "Of course, Steven. I promise not a soul will know."

With your arms returning to your side, Steven carefully turned you around. With your back facing him, he started gently running his hands over your arms, then slowly massaging your shoulders. His fingers slightly trembled towards the collar of your robes, reaching underneath the fabric. Continuing the massage upon your shoulders, occasionally moving towards your collarbone and the back of your neck.

His hands retreated from underneath the collar of your robes, and ran a gentle touch over the curve of your back. Slowly wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning in to kiss your shoulder, his lips pressing against your skin with a soft, delicate kiss. You could hear his breath slightly tremble, as Steven tried to control his breathing and make it as steady as he could. He was hesitant, stiff and careful. Each touch and kiss mindfully place, clearly showing to be mindful of your comfort.

His kiss slowly moving along your shoulder, up your neck and stopping just behind your ear. Before moving onto the other side. Slowly placing your hand behind your back, you reached out for his belt upon his robes. Blindly tracing your fingertips towards his crotch. Steven moaned into your left ear, as you gently rubbed his erection.

The loose material leaving no imagination to Steven's length. His arms wrapped tighter around your waist, feeling the urge to pull you closer against him. A gasp left your lips as you felt his cock press up against your entrance. He teased you with a few slow thrusts, before turning you around to face him.

You saw the burning desire within his eyes. Your cheeks reddened even more, as realization came to you. "Steven... you don't have to fight for control anymore."

"Y/N... if we do this. I don't think I'll be able to stop myself. There be no holding back after this moment." He cupped your face, "I... I know, I'm harsh towards you. But it's never my intention to ever hurt you."

You gazed up at him with gentle eyes and a warm smile. "I know. You're the Sorcerer Supreme. It's your job to be harsh on people."

His hands slid down your neck and onto your biceps. You felt his fingers tremble, Steven hesitated before speaking. "M-May I?" you replied with a simple nod.

Any remaining control Steven had was now truly gone. Within a swift movement, he pushed you onto the bed, landing on your back with a little bounce. Your arms above your head, as he reached out for your hips. Pulling you closer, so your legs slightly hung off the side of the bed. Propping yourself up onto your elbows, eyes widening as Steven unfastened his trousers without any hesitation or struggle.

Fully sitting upright, you started to undress him from his robes. While Steven hiked yours up to midthigh. Your eyes wondered over his toned form, hands sliding up his chest and over his biceps. As he grabbed you by the hips and thrusting into them.

A low moan escaped from the pair of you simultaneously.

"Fuck! You're already wet!."

Steven's cock invaded your soft spot without mercy, with each thrust. The tip pushing against your cervix, and your insides adjusting to his length. The whole sensation put your mind in a spin. Steven leaned over you, placing his hands beside your head, clutching onto the bedsheets tightly.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, as you felt him crawl on top. Steven watched your breasts bounce within your robes. You saw the smile spreading across his face, pleased with the undoing mess you've become underneath him. Your hands moved from his biceps, and into his hair. Slightly tugging his raven locks, as you ran your fingers into them.

Steven kissed your neck with great hunger, leaving small bites upon your skin. His facial hair slightly tickled over your collar bone and down onto your cleavage, as his kisses trail down. He fondled with you breast, while his mouth cupped over the other. Small whimpers and moans left your mouth, as Steven bit and sucked on your breast.

Eyes rolled into the back of your head, your hips rocking in time with his rhythm. Your legs still wrapped tightly around Steven's waist, pulling him in with a little more force, each time he thrusted hard. His mouth pulled away from your breast with a satisfying pop, a surprised gasp came from you. As you felt Steven's lips press against yours, satisfied groans rumbled within his throat.

A passionate fire begun to flicker within your core, as Steven's peace quickened. Your breasts bouncing against his toned torso, while your robes gathered around your hips and waist.

"Steven! Steven!"

"Oh fuck! Y/N! Your pussy is so fucking wet! I-I can't get enough!."

Feeling the fire within you testify, you wrapped an arm around his back, while clamping your left leg over his. Using your free limbs for balance you tossed Steven onto his back, his cock remaining inside you.

Breaking away from your kiss and sitting upright. Placing your hands onto his chest while you rode out your orgasm. Arching your back and tilting your head a little, you closed your eyes. Feeling Steven's cock effortlessly slid in and out of your glistening pussy. Steven laid underneath you, stunned for a moment. Just taking in every small detail of you and this moment. His cock soaked from your wet pussy. How his eyes watched each bounce of your breasts, and the way your body reacted to the tip of his cock reaching your cervix.

Steven felt your legs slightly quicker and shake, as you almost reached the end of your climax. Eyes darting open but only seeing stars, as your peace quickened.

"Fuck me, Steven! Fuck me!"

"Shhh, Y/N! Someone's gonna- o-oh fuck!"

Looking down, a satisfied purr hummed from your mouth as you watched Steven's eyes roll into the back of his head. His hands reaching underneath your robes and clutching onto your ass, as he bucked into you harder.

The pair of you couldn't help but fill the air with your moans, as you both rode out your orgasms. A long satisfied sigh escaped Steven as you felt him cum inside you. Breathing out your last moan, you rolled off Steven and laid onto your side. He aloud you to cuddle into him, placing your head into the crook of his armpit, while he placed a lazy arm around your waist.

Both breathing heavily. Steven ran his fingers through his hair, finally feeling his body relax.

"Shit... that was brilliant."

You cuddled into him even more, placing a limp leg over his. "Hmm... that was one intense spell."

You looked up at Steven, seeing his face redden a little as he tried to look away from you. "The ah... the spell broke after a few moments."

It was your turn to blush, "so you mean?."

"Yeah... I was fucking you because I wanted to. I-I just couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop. And feeling you being so fucking wet..." his voice trailed off.

You pulled yourself up a little so you could place a sweet peck to his check. "I gotta admit myself... having sex with the Sorcerer Supreme was quite exciting for me too."

Steven kissed your forehead, "and he couldn't ask for a better apprentice. If... If she still doesn't mind being trained by him."

"Of course. But only if we do this more often."

Steven chuckled. "You think I'm only gonna want that pussy just once?"

#doctor strange #stephen strange x you #dr strange x reader #steven strange x reader #doctor strange x y/n #doctor strange fanfiction #marvel mcu #marvel fanfiction #fanfic #gardens light #doctor steven strange

[butchladymaria]

talk about your adeline. right now. this is a threat

OOOUUAUUUAA you have opened the pandora’s box.

ok firstly i love the idea of adeline being a big sister. the siblings u draw for her are UNPARALLELED. i will draw them if god is willing because man. like why try to improve on something that is already perfect. every day i think of the littlest one wearing maria’s boot and going :D

i like to imagine she grew up on a farm, so she knows loads about how to take care of plants and animals. adeline would totally keep chickens or rabbits under better circumstances, but her duties as a blood saint take up a lot of time.

i’ve always seen adeline as playing a large role in looking after her siblings along with her mother. the family fell on hard times financially, and they move to the city which becomes cathedral ward. adeline is able to help support her family by becoming a nun, and is eventually groomed as a blood saint. i think she and maria likely met around this time :)

adeline is capable in folk medicine, but her training to become a saint taught her lots about traditional medicine as well. under pressure, she is a natural leader, able to take quick, decisive action — these skills combined have saved lives.

flowerpatch is her service dog, and she trained him herself to assist her with all sorts of things. aside from helping adeline get around, patch helps her identify plants and medical supplies. he’s able to fetch specific tools for her — don’t worry though. he has little gloves to avoid cross contamination and he always washes his paws :)

the other nuns help too! adeline sewed flowerpatch an apron of sorts, so if patch indicates something she needs, one of the other sisters can put it in his little pocket!

adeline is also quite artistic! she finds particular comfort in embroidery, because of all the different textures she can feel. flowerpatch’s apron is covered in pretty patterns.

i hc adeline as autistic as well! she’s always humming to herself while she works, and the textures of her embroidery serve as a comforting stim. flowerpatch isn’t just a seeing-eye dog, he’s also an emotional support animal who comforts her if she’s overwhelmed.

when i think about adeline, i imagine her as an incredibly intelligent and compassionate person, who is strong enough to build community even in hard times — it just makes it all the more tragic what becomes of her.

#ask #anyway thats my Huge Long Adeline Thoughtsposting #i could . say more but this thing is LONG lmao #saint adeline #bloodborne #just . augh #she grows up with so much hope for the church doing good. helping people. but because of that trust she ends up with the church just…. #using her. breaking her down until theres nothing left #making her believe that despite how much she loves and how loved she is in turn #that she’s nothing #augh. ough. #emotions about my good lady

[krejong]

Better late than never, right? : What's "hard headed woman" about? Fingers crossed for more Leo/Karin content🤞🏻

Thanks for your ask! 🌞

(Also literally do not worry, I would answer these even if you sent them a month after I posted the tag aha. Plus you have ~special~ circumstances re: internet access so again literally do not worry about being late).

So this is Leo/Karin content! It's the third installment of the RP! series actually. This time from Leo's POV (see how I'm switching POVs, how intricate, right??) The story is that Leo is a doctor, and Karin's fallen from her bike (the plots on these are never very complicated, also because I'm trying to fit them into a >2.5k word format.)

Anyway, here's an excerpt for you :))

"“I’ll just have you change into a hospital gown, so your clothing doesn’t contaminate the MRI machine environment.”

Ms Gorniak made to slide off the examination table, moving her legs over the long side of it. Leo came closer, and it was a good thing she did: as soon as Ms Gorniak’s feet hit the ground, she almost went to her knees, her arm grasping out for support. Leo caught her. Her skin was warm and soft under her hands. 

“Oops, careful there,” Leo said breezily, “I think you’ll find that hypotension and concussion symptoms do not combine particularly well.”

Ms Gorniak huffed something that could have been a laugh. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” Leo said. She had Ms Gorniak sit back down on the examination table sideways, then scurried to her cupboard to grab her a hospital gown. “I’m afraid the nursing staff is a bit overstretched at the moment, but we’ll make do, won’t we? Here, let me help you get this on.”

She waited for Ms Gorniak to unzip her hoodie and shrug it off. Then she came closer, and sank down to a crouch to untie her shoes, so she wouldn’t have to bend forward. She set the sneakers down next to the exam table, then peeled off her socks. 

Ms Gorniak’s t-shirt was the next thing to go; she bunched the fabric in her hands before lifting it up over her head. It briefly caught in her long hair, but Leo brushed it away, willfully trying to ignore the fluttering in her stomach, as her brain came up with a few other scenarios in which she could be doing that.

“Have these been checked?” she asked with a frown. They sure didn’t look like it, and she didn’t remember the chart mentioning anything about any lesions. “No,” Ms Gorniak said, confirming her expectations. She avoided her eyes; Leo deduced she’d chosen not to inform the nursing staff about it.

Great. A Silent Sufferer.

Leo began palping the contusions that had blossomed over her ribs, carefully checking for any fissures; over the right side of her sternum, the eighth and ninth pair of vertebrochondral ribs. Ms Gorniak hissed when Leo brushed a pear-coloured spot. “Sorry,” Leo mumbled, continuing her ministrations with a single-minded focus. She opened the button of Ms Gorniak’s jeans, unzipped them, and worked them around Ms Gorniak’s buttocks and down her legs. 

Ms Gorniak was now sitting on her exam table in nothing but a heather grey bra and matching tanga briefs, and however much Leo was willing herself to remain totally professional, she couldn’t help the slight flush she could feel burning on her cheeks. 

“Should I take this off as well?” Ms Gorniak asked, looking down at her underwear and sounding rather indifferent to the answer. 

“No, you’re alright,” Leo said. It wasn’t necessary for the procedure, and equally as important, she might spontaneously combust if she was expected to completely denude her. She didn’t know what it was about this woman in particular that had her this flustered. Leo prided herself on being a competent and thorough physician, and she wasn’t looking to break that habit. However much she might want to touch Ms Gorniak all over."

#tagged #WIPs

[happy-healthy-habits]

Happy Healthy Habits  

Healthy cooking at home makes a world of difference throughout your life. It has become extremely popular over social media platforms and widely discussed throughout friend groups. Cooking at home has so many benefits to offer, some being saving money, food safety, and improved nutrition throughout the body. By cooking at home, you are able to control what goes into your body and enjoy all the food you like! A lot of people struggle with being “too busy” to cook meals and end up stopping by a close by fast food drive thru. These excuses need to end and 10–15-minute healthy recipes are out there! This Blog helps anyone interested in exploring home cooking and learning the real impact on physical and mental healthy eating can help with.  

Starting with nutritional intake, eating out at restaurants has so many unhealthy ingredients and unhealthy food handling. When cooking in your own kitchen you have control over how many healthy or unhealthy ingredients you are putting into your food. As said in the Healthline Nutrition website “studies also show that restaurant meals typically contain higher amounts of sodium, saturated fat, total fat, and overall calories than home-cooked meals.” This proves that when you put fresh ingredients together yourself, you have total control, and that can make a world of difference to your overall health and mood. Following simple and clean recipes can guarantee that you are getting essential nutrients like vitamins, minerals, and fibers in your diet. At the local stores you are able to find fresh organic options as well as high quality proteins to pickout. Another great benefit is that it lets you be flexible on dietary restrictions like dairy or meat.  Therefore, if you are wanting to do a plant-based diet you are able to find vegan recipes for that without stressing. Cooking at home is completely customizable and you can add or take things out to your liking. Switching to kitchen hygiene and safety of food cooking ensures you are avoiding things like cross contamination and handling raw meat correctly which could lead to bigger issues for example salmonella! When you eat out you do not know how your food was handled and where it was stored prior. This is very important because at home you know your utensils and cookware are cleaned. But in a busy restaurant cleanliness may not come first for the cooks. Cooking from your kitchen ensures what your meat is at the right temperature, your utensils and counters are clean, and most importantly you know who is handling your meal. Cooking from home can allow you to customize your meal just for yourself. This way if you read on the recipe something that is not up your alley you are more than welcome to replace it with something that you like better! In regard to ordering at a restaurant having picky taste or having dietary restrictions are often hard and having to make a custom meal at a restaurant usually does not end well. Eating at restaurants the meals are significantly proportioned bigger this can lead to multiple health risks. For example diabetes, obesity,etc… As stated in Help Guide “This encourages you to eat more than you would at home, having the potential to adversely affect your waistline, blood pressure, and risk of diabetes.” Overall there are an abundant amount  of reasons why cooking at home improves nutritional intake. 

A very looked over topic about cooking at home is how much cheaper it truly is. Many people go out to eat and pay hundreds of dollars for food each month. Even  if some people can afford  it is extremely unhealthy to eat out that much. Weekly budgeting for groceries is  so much cheaper and will make you feel more balanced, focused, and energetic! The website Forbes stated “When cooking at home, you'll save a substantial amount of money on carb-based meals like pasta or pizza, and you'll save the most on protein-based meals.” So not only are you saving money, you are saving money on food that is better for your body. Weekly meal prepping is one of the easiest and cheapest ways to have a home cooked meal for all three of your daily meals! All you have to do is set aside an hour on a Sunday to prepare your meals for the week. This way you can carefully shop and buy your items in bulk which is way more cost-effective. As well as making homemade meals you are able to make extra for leftovers, which then you could incorporate into another meal for a different day. When a family goes out to eat you are having to pay multiple bills depending on how large your family is. With cooking you  are able to cook one meal for the entire family for less than half the fraction of the price. If you do the math you will realize how much you are really saving while you cook meals and go grocery shopping. The benefit to cooking that many people do not understand is that there are quick and easy meals that are just as delicious for busy families. Take one night a week that you set aside to cook a homemade meal that can be used for a great family bonding activity .For me as a child I always remember cooking with my grandma and still do to this day! It is such a memorable activity and the skills will get passed down. Creating a healthy environment as well as nutritional values throughout the family you will see a huge difference in not only physical appearance but also mentally. WCAP counseling talks about nourishment and the benefits to a healthy lifestyle. “inadequate nourishment can lead to fatigue, delayed response time, and poor decision-making.”All of this can be avoided by just simply choosing clean ingredients and throwing in a couple more veggies into a meal. Healthy eating does not have to be dieting and be looked at as “boring”  because it's exactly the opposite! Once you start you will never want to go back!

 In conclusion there are hundreds of health benefits as well as mental and physical changes due to nutrition and eating healthy. I believe that it is often overlooked and should be more widely talked about. The benefits of cooking healthy meals at home can help people with saving money, food safety, and improved nutrition throughout the body. It does not have to be an hour-long recipe or something difficult after a long day. Cooking at home will reduce many of your everyday health issues/stresses and allows for people to have a healthier lifestyle and feel like their best self!

Hyper links: 

Healthline- https://www.healthline.com/nutrition

Help Guide- https://www.helpguide.org/articles/healthy-eating/cooking-at-home.htm

Forbes- https://www.forbes.com/sites/priceonomics/2018/07/10/heres-how-much-money-do-you-save-by-cooking-at-home/?sh=6e9dcdce35e5

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The City Lighthouse - Memory #10

By LushDanielSon

June 2, 2020

I was tasked by my manager to man the city’s lighthouse, make repairs, clean and to destroy inadequate equipment. I was confused and hesitant at the latter part of his request, but I left for duty anyways. Passing through corridors and hallways, I was reminded of old hotels I stayed in as a child traveling through an unknown land. Down the emergency staircase and out from the dark, murky basement of the main building, I crossed the empty parking lot to the entrance of the towering lighthouse. I unlocked the metallic door and ascended the rusty staircase leading to the lantern room. From the inside, I noted its decorative, winding stripe pattern, which was darkened by the night, yet slightly illuminated by the surrounding city lights outside. I pulled myself up the ladder and pushed open the hatch at the bottom of the room to get to the bulb. When examining it, I found I wasn't sure how to turn it on, as there was no fuse or switch anywhere. I supposed it would be lit by kerosene, to which I would have to find a solution.

I did want a moment to take a pause and observe the view outside before I resumed work. The city was close - tall buildings lit up against the empty silhouette of a moonless night. Some cars crawled through the far streets. I also saw that at the nearby harbor on the other side of the tower, large wooden ships equipped with cannons, sails and bustling crewmen swayed and drifted in the waves. I had a presumption that they were docking for the night while preparing for their next engagement. It seemed obscure that there was such a contrast of era and hardware between the two sides of the lighthouse. 

After this lengthy pondering about in the dark I got back to attempting to figure out how the ignition worked for the light. I found a peculiar device, which looked like a screw for a gas stove, and upon loosening it I was instantly sprayed and blinded by liquids and choked by the fumes! The hissing spray incessantly filled the cramped room, and it quickly became hard to find clean air to breathe! I couldn't see or feel my way to close the leak, and while enduring, holding my breath and approaching a panic, I found the hatch and clambered down the ladder out of the lantern room. After blindly slamming the hatch sealed, I heard my boots smack into a pool that was filling from the leak above. Squinting hard and gasping for air, I avoided the liquid that was spraying down and flowing in a stream along the walls like it was rather from a rainstorm. 

While rasping my contaminated lungs and ineffectively wiping at my burning eyes, I felt my way down the steel steps, around the garage and back to the basement where I came from. I tried to contact my manager for help, but my radio was shot. In haste I fumbled back through the basement, and through an emergency exit window in the same staircase leading back up to the hotel hallway I noticed the strobing lights and muffled, blaring sirens of the fire department pulling in. I backtracked to meet them, exited the basement and made my way back across the lot, calling for the firemen’s help. Washed with guilt, grating with pain, and as they prepared to clean and examine me, I calmly explained the situation so they could effectively perform their own duties. Though I knew I was in safe hands, an underlying fear of consequence and the shame of inadequacy petrified me as I stared up at the sleeping, unlit beacon.

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The right Office Cleaning Company Near Me can help your business keep its appearance, boost productivity, and impress clients. A professional cleaning company will work with you to create a personalized cleaning plan that fits your needs. They will also use the best commercial cleaning products, making sure your space is clean and smelling fresh.

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[megan-bopo-journey]

15th December

This morning was a tough morning with coeliac stuff. I'm feeling extremely anxious about glutening myself being pregnant but also this weird imposter syndrome just thinking about how relaxed I've been with this diet and yet I still fell pregnant and have seemed to maintain the pregnancy so far. I'm also 11 weeks which is when mum and Beth both lost their first pregnancies. I feel like because I havent been careful enough with my diet that I 'should' experience a miscarriage too, even though that's not how it works.

I have my work xmas party tonight and even though I called and confirmed they know what cross contamination is and how to avoid it I'm still scared that they'll react badly, or it'll bring up sympathy from my colleagues that I just cant deal with right now. I still have no idea if I'll go to Ash's thing, I'm leaning towards yes but I am feeling exhausted because I then have the thing on Sunday which again is around food and not a lot of time to set myself up for the week. I'm so thankful I only have one week left of work because between the anxiety with this pregnancy, anxiety coming up to social events with coeliac while trying to work I am TIRED!! Tired of making the decision of bringing my own food or asking all the coeliac questions and taking the risk, tired of thinking of what to eat all the time and meal prepping. Yesterday I got Roll'd and immediately regretted it because I KNOW it's a may contain and I should avoid it. But I was starving and didn't want to buy snacks I just wanted a proper lunch for once! And then I felt guilty and so worried I'm hurting my baby because I just can't manage how fucking strict this diet is. I hate how much stress this time of year brings because it all revolves around food which means me having to make decisions that I never asked to make. I feel like it isn't this hard for most people and I don't know why I just can't get past it. I'll be fine during quiet periods where there's not as much social events but as soon as there is I burn out so quickly. I tried to promise myself to follow up with 'treats' after events however when looking into it I don't always have time for solo dates and I still have to advocate for myself even if the restaurant is known for being coeliac safe. I'm getting my hair done on Monday (which is funny because I also had a hair appt after the retreat thing that was stressing me out so much) and apart from christmas day and the 27th that'll be it for food events for the year. Perhaps I just need to focus on doing the best I can to survive the end of the year mental health wise even if I can't advocate for myself every time and hopefully the new year I can focus on it more.

PLAN:

Tonight: "Just letting you know that I have coeliac which is like a severe gluten allergy, just wondering if you would be able to prevent cross contamination with the other pizzas when making mine?"

Tomorrow: Bring my food, just tell people "it's just easier", always the option to leave if it gets too hard. really think about whether I want to attend these events next year (this will be a good therapy topic) -this will be the hardest event, I want to push myself to at least try and go and I'll be relieved it's over but also proud of myself for going.

Sunday: I feel confident eating Elizabeth's mousakka and will be providing the pav so I know I'll get a safe dessert :) Be mindful with the crackers and dip etc.

Monday: get things to make chicken wraps for the week

Thursday: suggest non-food things with Navin e.g. starbucks, walk the river if she wants, nails done? tell her I am scared of getting glutened since getting preg

Xmas day: hard to control/predict, just do the best I can

27th: offer to order the chicken and let them know someone eating it has coeliac/severe gluten allergy

28th: unsure if I'll go, decide before xmas and just decline invitation.

Oh yes and thank god I have therapy on Wednesday!!

[restaurant-westgate]

Food Safety in Restaurants: Ensuring a Healthy Dining Environment

One of the most crucial factors to consider when dining out is food safety. As customers, we rely on restaurants to provide us with delicious meals that are not only tasty but also safe to consume. 

In this blog post, we will explore the importance of food safety in restaurant Westgate and discuss how establishments can ensure a healthy dining environment for their customers.

1. Prioritising Food Handling and Storage

Proper food handling is essential in maintaining food safety in restaurants. This includes washing hands regularly, using gloves when necessary, and avoiding cross-contamination between raw and cooked foods. Staff should also be trained on safe food handling techniques and the importance of maintaining cleanliness and hygiene in the kitchen.

Additionally, proper storage is crucial to prevent foodborne illnesses. Restaurants should ensure that food items are stored at appropriate temperatures to prevent the growth of bacteria. Regular refrigerator and storage area inspections should be conducted to ensure they are clean and well-maintained.

2. Implementing Effective Cleaning and Sanitisation Practices

Maintaining a clean and sanitised environment is vital in a restaurant's efforts to ensure food safety. Regular cleaning should be conducted throughout the establishment, including kitchen surfaces, food preparation areas, utensils, and equipment. Using food-safe cleaning products and following proper sanitisation methods are essential.

Restaurants should also establish cleaning schedules to ensure all areas are cleaned regularly and consistently. This includes visible surfaces and hard-to-reach areas where bacteria can accumulate. By prioritising cleaning and sanitisation practices, restaurant Westgate can create a safe and hygienic dining environment.

3. Ensuring Employee Health and Hygiene

Employee health and hygiene play a significant role in maintaining food safety standards. Restaurants should enforce policies requiring staff members to report any illnesses or symptoms affecting their ability to handle food safely. Sick employees should be excluded from food handling roles until fully recovered.

To promote good hygiene, restaurants should provide easily accessible handwashing stations and communicate the importance of practising proper hygiene to employees. Regular training and reminders can help reinforce these practices and minimise the risk of foodborne illnesses.

4. Regular Inspections and Certification

To ensure food safety within a restaurant, regular inspections should be conducted by local health authorities. These inspections help identify areas that require improvement and verify that the restaurant complies with food safety regulations. Restaurants that consistently maintain high food safety standards may receive certification or ratings that can help build customer trust and confidence.

Customers can also play a role in holding restaurants accountable for food safety. They can check for health inspection certificates or ratings displayed in the establishment and report any concerns or issues to the appropriate authorities.

5. Transparent Communication and Customer Education

Promoting transparency and open communication about food safety practices is crucial for restaurants to build customer trust. This can include information on sourcing ingredients, food preparation methods, and storage practices. Restaurants can also engage with customers through social media or their website to educate them about the steps they take to ensure food safety.

Final Thoughts

In conclusion, maintaining food safety in restaurant Westgate is paramount to providing customers with a healthy dining environment. By prioritising food handling and storage, implementing effective cleaning and sanitisation practices, ensuring employee health and hygiene, undergoing regular inspections, and promoting transparent communication, restaurants can contribute to a safe and enjoyable dining experience.

Source URL: https://restaurant-westgate.blogspot.com/2023/10/food-safety-in-restaurants-ensuring.html

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How important is it to sanitise fruits and vegetables?

It's crucial to use disinfectants properly when handling fresh, organic fruits and vegetables. They can be cleaned with cold water to help stop bacterial development and foodborne illnesses. Following the stringent guidelines for washing fruits and vegetables can reduce the amount of bacteria and pesticides present. Food can become contaminated by numerous microorganisms due to poor sanitation, which can result in life-threatening illnesses. While this may appear to "just" produce loose stools or vomiting in healthy adults, those with weakened immune systems, such as youngsters, the elderly, or those with any medical conditions, may become extremely ill or even die as a result.

Another important factor is to keep any food that is eaten too soon from spoiling. If the spoiled food is eaten, it could result in severe food poisoning; if it is thrown out, it will reduce the operational profit margin in most restaurants.

The only effective approach to prevent a kitchen from becoming offensive is to constantly clean, purify, and so on. If you haven't seen it, you probably won't understand how quickly a busy commercial kitchen can become dirty. From there, it takes hard, nauseating, and lengthy labour to turn it back into a clean and healthy atmosphere.

Make sure the products you purchase from the supplier are of a high standard and are unbroken, clean, and fresh. Fruits and vegetables with damage might have bacteria infiltrate their organic tissues, resulting in poor sanitation. Fresh fruits and veggies are guaranteed by Farzana Fruits & vegetables Importer in UAE because they have been offering the ideal healthy products for a while.

To stop bacterial development, keep sanitised products in a cool place, like a refrigerator. Refrigerator storage for sanitised, ready-to-eat foods that are separated from raw foods.

On the day you intend to eat them, wash fruits and vegetables that are ready to be served.

To avoid cross-contamination, utilise workspaces or chopping boards that have been cleaned and sanitised.

Remind yourself to wash your hands before handling or preparing food at all times. You will start to ponder and doubt what you eat or touch after the outbreak of such a terrifying and deadly virus. Perhaps, though, we would need to be certain of our preferences in this universe. Farzana ensures that we give you the best fruit boxes Dubai specifically for you because we want what's best for you. If you have any concerns about the sanitization of the fresh fruits and vegetables you receive from us, we can ensure how we prefer to present them to you.

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