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[dreaming-phat-booty]

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[the-hinky-panda]

The Dog: Part IV

Author’s Note: So if you guys follow @bullet-prooflove​, you know that The Dog and The North Star take place in the same fic universe. The vet in this story does have a name (Meredith) but I will continue to write her as a reader by using you/your and have Mike refer to her by using nicknames only. All this to say I’m not sure how to label this now since she has a name but it won’t be used in this fic.

Another note, I do use physical descriptions in this chapter (freckles and red hair) but I do it for a bigger purpose. Yes, no descriptions are more inclusive, however I wanted to make a point that she is self-conscious of her looks because don't we all have something that we don't like about ourselves? Don't we all have something that we want to change? And how wonderful is it when we surround ourselves with the right people that love us and all our imperfections? So please forgive the physical descriptions in this chapter as they were only done to deliver an important message: love your freckles!

You stand in front of the mirror and inspect your face. Your fingers trail over the splashes of freckles across your round cheeks, your face framed by your red hair. You’re not beautiful. At least, not by social media standards. No one is going to stop you on the street and want to take your picture, make a model out of you. You’re not destined for Instagram fame. It makes you wonder what Mike sees in you, what prompted him to ask you out to dinner at a local brewery. Mike, with his roguish good looks and witty sense of humor; warm brown eyes and easy smile. And dear lord, those adorable dimples. 

You dig out a tube of concealer, specific for freckles and other skin blemishes. Your ex, Kevin, had found it for you. He hadn’t been a fan of your freckles and often urged you to cover them up as best you could. You always kept a tube of the makeup on hand in case he wanted you to join him at a pharmaceutical rep party or just go out for drinks with some of his friends. Holding that small tube in your hand, you wonder if you’re really ready to try out another relationship with someone new. All the masks that need to be worn and maintained, you just didn’t know if you had it in you. 

So, why try? 

If Mike is going to like you, it’s going to be for you. You drop the make up back into the drawer and continue with your normal, basic routine. Simple make-up, a loose twist to keep your hair back from your face, and small gold hoop earrings. Shasta watches you curiously, her head cocked to the side, not exactly sure what this new routine is. It’s pretty sad when the dog is wondering why you’re dressing up. You pat her head as you leave the bathroom. 

“You’re coming with me, don’t worry.” 

Shasta follows you into the bedroom where the second struggle of evening occurs: what to wear? Your wardrobe consists mostly of scrubs. It’s been about six years now since your divorce and you’ve never really gotten back onto the dating scene and your clothes show that. You’re able to find a green blouse to go with your jeans and flats. You grab a navy blue cardigan since you’ll be sitting outside at the brewhouse. You give yourself one last look in the mirror, releasing a long sigh to try to dispel some of the butterflies that have taken up residence in your stomach. 

You had forgotten this part of life. This nervous thrill that makes you feel nauseous but you can’t wait to see what the evening is going to bring. It’s a knife’s edge balancing act of being yourself but just the likable pieces. Honest, authentic but keeping the odd and messy parts of yourself still hidden from view. You pick up Shasta’s harness, try to get the dog to stand still and it takes three attempts to wrestle the harness on her body. It doesn’t help that her short tail is wagging so excitedly, you struggle snapping the enclosures. You stand up, grab your keys, and look at the dancing dog in front of you. 

“If Mike doesn’t like me, it’s your fault,” you joke. “Maybe Bono can teach you some manners, you wild red dog.” 

You get Shasta secured in the backseat of the Subaru and make the ten minute drive over to Mike’s place. Any nervousness that you may have felt while getting ready completely dissipates when you see him, sitting on his front porch, Bono sitting next to him. He’s dressed up his regular henley with a plaid button shirt and has his suede jacket thrown over his arm. You’re struck once again with what a handsome man he is with his confident gait, wavy dark hair, and warm brown eyes. Maybe you should have worn the concealer this evening and you silently chide yourself as he gets Bono situated in the backseat next to Shasta before sliding into the passenger seat of your car. 

“You look nice.” 

You turn your head to hide the nervous, pleased smile that erupts on your face. “Thanks. You look nice too. Have you ever been to the Bronx Alehouse before?” 

He shrugs halfheartedly. “Once or twice.” He glances behind him at Bono. “Guess I better get better acquainted with it.” 

“You know that Bono can go into any restaurant you want. You don’t have to go to dog friendly ones only.” 

“I certainly don’t want to leave Shasta out of the good times though.” 

“That’s very kind of you. Shasta appreciates it.”  You glance to the side and catch his smile that’s just large enough to cause that dimple to appear in his cheek. If it were even possible, you fall more in love with the man. You park a couple blocks away from the restaurant to give the dogs a chance to walk off some of their energy. Well, for Shasta to walk off her energy. Bono trots right at Mike’s side, the perfect gentleman. 

They seat you outside on the sidewalk patio where they provide water bowls next to the table for the dogs and your waitress slips both dogs a small treat when she takes your drink orders. You chat about what has transpired in the last week of your lives, what has happened since that beautiful day spent at Orchard Beach. Your update is short and sweet: working overtime at the clinic. Although the finding of a litter of fox pups did make for an interesting day a couple days ago. His update is more interesting. 

“My sister from Maryland came up for a few days.” 

You know from the texts and calls that have been going back and forth between you two that he has three sisters along the East Coast. “She’s the teacher, right?” 

“Right,” he picks up his beer and takes a sip. “So she cleaned the house, stocked my pantry, and fussed over me for three days before heading back to Baltimore. Then I paid a visit to the training center where Bono came from, learned a bit more about what goes into training a service dog and what they’re capable of doing. There were some dogs there that were being trained to sniff out cancer in people.” 

“I’ve heard of that but haven’t seen any dogs in action yet. Dogs are incredible animals, extremely adaptable to a variety of situations and environments. They’re loyal, loving, dedicated. It makes me wonder what we humans did to deserve them.” 

He laughs but there’s very little humor behind it. “Certainly nothing that we’re currently doing. The world’s a mess.” 

You get it. You understand his bleak world view at the moment. Colin had it too after his accident. But Mike’s nihilistic vision comes from years of seeing the worst of humanity while on the police force. The last five years he’s spent chasing down Oscar Papa certainly hasn’t shown him the best of humanity either. “Maybe that’s why we have them. As reminders that we can be good enough people to deserve the love of our dogs.” 

“How do you do that?” The bitter edge of his perception dissipates and there’s genuine curiosity behind his words. “How do you stay so positive after all the horrible shit you see too? The animal abuse? Abandonment?” 

You shrug. “I guess I take peace in the thought that I’m not one of those people. I care for the animals, treat them, heal them, rehome them. I can’t stop people from being jerks and assholes, but I certainly can help fix what they’ve broken. You can’t make the world a better place without someone out there trashing it.” 

The warmth comes back to his smile and his eyes. “That’s a commendable attitude then.” 

“Thank you,” you raise your beer glass in his direction before taking a sip. He starts to say something else when your name is shouted across the patio and your blood runs cold. You can’t believe he would be here, in the Bronx, at this restaurant, at this exact time. But you hear your name again and when you turn, your eyes are immediately drawn to the extremely well-dressed blonde man who is waving at you. 

“Who’s that?” Mike asks, a sense of wariness creeping into his tone. 

“My ex-husband, Kevin.”  You hope against all hope that he and his bubbly little girlfriend go back inside the restaurant but that is not your luck. The two of them, arms draped over each other in their high-end clubbing gear, make their unsteady way over to your table. 

“Hey, babe.” 

You twist the corner of the napkin in your lap. “Not your babe, Kevin.” 

His blue eyes land on Mike. “Yeah,  I can see that. Kevin Bradford.” , the ex. This is Wendy.” 

“Mindi,” she corrects with a high-pitched giggle.

Mike reluctantly shakes his hand. “Captain Duarte.” 

Mindi emits a small squeal of surprise. “You’re that police guy who got hacked up by-“ 

“Yes, I am,” Mike cuts her off. 

Kevin grabs two chairs from another table and pulls them up to your table. “That’s fucking rad, man.” 

“Kevin!” You feel the tips of your ears heat up with a flash of anger. 

“What?” He shrugs. “How many dudes can say they went a few rounds with machetes and lived to tell about it? Like, that is fucking badass, legendary.”  Kevin lightly smacks Mike’s arm. “Bet it gets you a lot of action from the ladies, am I right?” 

Mike gives Kevin a sharp smile. “Not quite.” 

“Oh,” Kevin shrugs.  “Guess you haven’t gotten your strength back yet. In that case,” he points to you, “she’s a good one to break you back into the game. Doesn’t ask for much but puts out-“ 

Abject humiliation overtakes you to the point that you’re practically strangling the napkin that is still in your lap. Mike’s eyes flash and he starts to say something when Mindi interrupts  him. 

“Awww,” she coos and reaches towards Bono. “What a cute doggie!” 

“Please don’t touch my dog.” Despite the directness of the command, Mike does soften his tone with the young woman and she immediately withdraws her hand. 

“Sorry. Is he a service dog or something?” 

“He is,” Mike answers.  “I forgot his vest tonight. It’s okay.” 

You’re once again impressed with how easily Mike can read a situation, measure people up, and respond to them. He’s like a social swiss army knife. You do take pity on the poor girl and scoot your chair out slightly. “You can pet my dog if you want. Her name is Shasta.” 

The woman’s face lights up as she gives Shasta a vigorous rub on her back. “What a good girl, Shasty. I’m Mindi.” 

“Hey, hey,” Kevin leans over  and bumps her shoulder with his. “Save some of that hand energy for later, babe.” 

You roll your eyes and look over apologetically at Mike. He responds with a “what the hell were you thinking” look but where there should have been judgment in his eyes, there was a soft mirth. Some of your humiliation fades. The sun has set enough that the lights on the patio turn on and brighten the outside area significantly. Kevin looks over at you and motions to your face. 

“You run out that concealer? I can get you more if you want.” He motions towards Mike and lowers his voice. “You know, since you’re trying to impress someone new. Trust me babe, no one likes looking at…that.” 

“Oh, is that the stuff you got me?” Mindi pipes up and turns back to you. “It’s fabulous and will totally cover all those freckles and spots. It’s a miracle in a bottle.”  

Freckles and spots. You want to disappear again. You and your freckles and your red hair and your odd sense of humor and…

“She’s not trying to impress me,” Mike’s sharp tone draws all three sets of eyes to him. “I’m already impressed.” He picks up his beer. “Besides, I love her freckles.” 

Kevin bursts out laughing. “What is this, your first date? Shit, man. You don’t have to try that hard with her. You already got a cool dog. If she hasn’t slept with you yet, trust me, she will soon.” 

“Kev, be nice,” Mindi says but it’s quiet and half-hearted. 

He drapes an arm around her shoulders. “Honey, you do realize this is my ex-wife. The one who dumped all my things in the front yard, in the rain, for no reason.” 

“No reason?!” You’re halfway out of the chair when you realize your anger has moved you to your feet. People’s heads have turned in your direction and you slowly sit back down at the table. You remember that horrible night in vivid detail. You and Sam dragging Kevin’s Armani suits, fifty pairs of shoes,  and exercise equipment out of the house. You still don’t know how the two of you managed to move a full size treadmill but rage at his behavior that night certainly was a solid motivator. “You showed up drunk to Colin’s funeral.” 

“Who wants to go to funerals?” Kevin counters. “So I knocked a couple back at the bar down the street. Me and half the people there that night had been drinking before showing up.”  

“Yeah but you were the only one that leaned his fucking elbow on my brother’s casket.” The disbelief and fury you had felt when you had seen that, his lean frame casually leaning on the highly polished wood of Colin’s casket roars to the surface again. You want to punch him in his smug face but instead you ball up the napkin that you’ve been twisting in your lap and throw it at his head. 

Mike stands up from the table and tosses a twenty dollar bill on the table. “Okay, we’re done. Enjoy the table, Kevin. Mindi, my advice would be get the hell out now.” 

“Dude,” Kevin throws his arms out. “What happened to bro code? Bros before hoes.” 

Mike grimaces. “Exhibit A, Mindi.” 

You’re humiliated and angry. You had been looking forward to this evening, excited for this new start with a charming, kind, and good man. And you’ve ruined it because Kevin decided to darken the door of this restaurant and bring out the worst of you. Mike has his phone in his hand, most likely getting ready to call an Uber and retreat from this clusterfuck. You don’t blame him at all. You’re so lost in your thoughts, berating yourself for your outburst, that it must take Mike a couple times of saying your name until you hear him. 

“What?” 

He smiles at you, warmly, and extends his hand that isn’t holding Bono’s leash. “Come on. I know a better place.” 

You breathe a sigh of relief and take his hand before he changes his mind. His hand is warm, broad and it helps ground you in the storm of your fury. It takes a couple tugs for Shasta to follow you, as she doesn’t want to leave her new, loud and giggly, friend but eventually you, Mike, and dogs soon find yourselves back on the sidewalk. 

“I’m so sorry, Mike. I had no idea-“  

“Don’t worry about it. I have an ex-wife, I get it. They call it baggage for a reason.” 

You sigh and drop your shoulders, the tension finally releasing as you start moving down that sidewalk back towards your car. “Thank you, for understanding.” 

You walk a block and stop to wait for the light to change when he squeezes your hand. You realize you never let him go from the restaurant. You give him a small smile and he leans over and presses a quick kiss to your cheek. “I like your freckles. Don’t ever cover them.” 

Oh yeah, you were completely and utterly head over heels for this man.  

#mike duarte x you #mike duarte x reader #mike durate #captain mike durate #law and order svu #mike duarte x ofc #maurice compte

[adomoda]

why don't you answer my question of why you hate trans people? is it because you can't justify yourself because their lives have nothing to do with you?

Youre wrong. As a gay man my experience is being coopted by the transhumanism agenda. Gender theory and sexual orientation are mutually exclusive. They cannot coexist. Trans people are injuring the image of gay people by their targeting of young people, and women only spaces specifically. The gay community had to stand up to NAMBLA in the past, who was trying to ride on our coat tails. Gender radicals are trying to do that with LGB now.

Gender dysphoria is a mental illness. Conflating that with LGB is detrimental to decades of work by gay people.

Gender reassignment is the new conversion therapy. Its a capitulation to gender norms, suggesting that behavioural characteristics, feelings and preferences correspond to biologic immutable fact. This is regressive and normative.

I believe that people experiencing gender dysphoria have a difficult time with this truth is because they often have co-morbidities, neurodivergence, narcissistic personality disorder etc. They are desperate for something that feels good, something to cling to and receive affirmation from, something to believe in, because of a deep woundedness.

This is my observation from first hand experience.

I dont hate trans people. I hate gender ideology, that medicalizes gay people, gender non conforming people, and tells them that if they become permanent pharmacorp customers they will be happier.

I hate the transhumanism agenda that is behind it all. An agenda that wants to dehumanize all if us and plug our borg like bodies into a metaverse matrix.

I hate the mock virtue and the fascist vitriol; the hypocrisy and superficiality.

I hate lies.

I thought I was trans for a while. But I self reflected. I did research. I questioned things, especially myself. And I realized that no, Im just gender non conforming gay man. How radical. To insist that I can be a man with so called "feminine" traits.

So you see this is about me. This is very personal.

To this day Im angry that I was circumcised. How much angrier would I be if adults "affirmed" my belief that I was in the wrong body, and helped me cut off my penis and testicles completely, get a fake unnatural vagina that is nothing like a vagina, and be on drugs for the rest of my life!? I have made a lot of bad decisions over the years, but Im sure as hell glad that wasn't one of them.

Who wouldnt like some cosmetic surgery to "affirm" them!? No one is in the perfect body. To suggest that is a noble goal is most certainly a disgusting ploy by an industry bigger than oil. Cosmetics, fashion, surgical, genetics, pharmaceutical; all these industries benefit by gender ideology and transgenderism.

How bout we celebrate people as they are, not try and make them into something else. Especially not something that is a degraded, dysfunctional version.

A man on estrogen with no penis and silicone boobs is not a woman. Is very inferior to a woman. And now he is most certainly a sub par man.... forever. No going back.

The only possible appeal is maybe a theatrical performative caricature of a woman. This is actually very derogatory and demeaning, telling woman what the beauty industry has been doing, that femininity is derived from makeup, heels, purses, and hair. Its superficial and stereotypical and regressive.

So how bout you.. whats your argument? Id really like to hear something rational and logical from your "side." I honestly never have. Only emotion, vitriol, ad hominem, gaslighting, and threats. So please, step up, or admit defeat. Join the ranks of detransitioners, or transexuals like Buck Angel or Blair White, who admit that they do have a mental illness, that they are their biological sex.

Thats it. Leave kids alone. Call out the bullshit and the predators who are coopting the LGB for their own ill agenda.

[piscesseer]

Saturn in Pisces

Saturn will leave Aquarius to transit through Pisces on March 7, 2023. Saturn will stay in Pisces from March 2023 until February 2026. Learn how to navigate this three year transit!

In astrology, the planet Saturn represents the King of Gods. It’s a rigid authority figure, imposing barriers, limits and the rules as it moves through the zodiac. It’s a planet of structure, time and reality. Saturn wants to know what we’re doing with our lives and how we’re reaching our goals. When the planet of responsibility moves into spiritual and imaginative Pisces, we know some serious questions are headed our way.

While it may sound like a recipe for battle, this energetic combo can be positive. When in Pisces, Saturn will be more elastic and permeable. Pisces is known for its openness, compassion and intuition, which are traits that might soften Saturn’s rigidity. 

There’s a shadow side to Saturn in this sign though. It might be harder to keep boundaries strong. Pisces has a magnitude for trust and fantasy, and with the planet of refinement here, it can be easy to fall for a charismatic person or move without pausing to think.

Saturn’s placement in the zodiac also reflects where we need a reality check as a society and where we should step up and take greater responsibility. Since Pisces is the last sign in the zodiac, this reflects an ending or completing point to a bigger cycle. In a way, Saturn’s move into Pisces can be thought of as a collective Saturn Return, where we’re all processing and moving through karmic lessons and gifts of Saturn as it has toured the entire zodiac.

How could this Saturn in Pisces transit affect us?

When Saturn enters Pisces, we can expect great works of art to emerge. We can expect to see a wave of emotional music become popular. We have already seen how AI can affect and exploit works of art. We can expect this to continue and begin to affect music in the same ways.

Since Pisces is related to religion and spirituality, we could see themes around religion and spirituality connected to laws and rules that govern society. If you are a US citizen, religion has affected you whether it was personally or through our government and laws. It will be interesting to see how the two continue to merge and if it is something we are willing to accept, or something to watch out for. The spiritual or wellness industry might get a wakeup call under this energy. You may find your own attitude about spirituality or religion shifting and changing. We may revisit the traditions or religions of our ancestors.

We could see the pharmaceutical and drug industry changing its regulations. We are already seeing changes being made to make diabetic medicine more affordable. Laws on marijuana are ever-changing in the US. There are studies being done on microdosing on psychedelics. We could find the balance between using drugs for good and abusing them.

Our ability to grieve how life has changed over the last five years will be expanded. There might be a desire to show compassion to our fellow human beings and more emphasis on the well-being of others.

Using this energy in a more personal way, we can bring our dreams to reality. We can learn to be more vulnerable and look at our relationship with grief. We can show compassion for our fellow humans. We can use our intuition to analyze our life path.

The realm of Pisces is a never-ending sea of mysticism, creativity and fantasy. It’s a beautiful space for our most heartfelt desires. While Saturn moves into Pisces, our greatest dreams can be brought into real, tangible existence. The creative and even spiritual ideas of Pisces can gain roots in reality thanks to Saturn. Saturn’s grounded, practical energy coupled with creativity from Pisces can bring a balance that will give birth to your creative ideas, turning them into a business. If Pisces energy is like music, Saturn’s presence helps us write the notes so that it can go from playing in our head to being available for everyone to listen to.

It can be expected to have frustrations in achieving practical goals until we learn to integrate material and non-material values. We don’t always want to be questioned about our daydreams, especially the ones that are closest to our hearts. Saturn’s presence here might just do that. If Saturn in Pisces catches us off guard, we may feel intruded upon or get defensive. Be ready to open the door and hear Saturn’s advice, because it may be more helpful than you want to admit!

During this transit, we can feel uncomfortable with showing feelings or being vulnerable, mistaking it for weakness. We might work hard and root for the underdog, but we won’t want to feel like we are one. Trying to avoid scrutiny may lead to missed opportunities. Even if we’re strong and resilient, we can sometimes doubt that we’re able to cope. We could limit ourselves if we allow our human qualities to be covered. 

We might feel more comfortable offering tangible help and advice than shows of emotional support. We must watch for subtly implying to others that we don’t need kindness or support. We might even be bothered by those who play the victim or are too out there with spirituality. Lacking some faith and trust in our intuition, we might feel vaguely fearful. We should recognize how it might limit our experience if we deny the more vulnerable, messy or chaotic side of life.

With this conscious attention to the Pisces realm, which is associated with sleep and dreams, we could feel restless, anxious or have trouble sleeping. Cultivate that inner calm. Meditate, walk in the woods, talk to the moon, take a nap and be sure to get a full night’s sleep. We may want to go to bed early and allow our minds time to slow down and rest.

We could end up feeling creatively stuck or held back. Saturn can impose restrictions and boundaries that make us feel stuck or stifled, but only so we can take the time to figure out what we truly want and are truly willing to stand up for.

Pisces here will force us to adjust to where limits aren’t always obvious. This process won’t happen overnight. It will involve checking in with our boundaries and ensuring that they are flexible to change, but still resilient. It will require that we actively listen to our bodies, thoughts and emotions to choose what rules we want to live by. Saturn is about steady persistence over time, not temporary fixes.

How to work with Saturn in Pisces

Connect with your deepest daydreams of writing a book or opening a business. Clear the mind, breathe and ask the energies in transit what the next step is. Have a notepad ready, because we’re about to get a coaching for the ages. This is a time to gather all the details we have been imagining and plan how to make things happen. Write a business plan, work out a budget, look into loan options. When we tune into the lessons Saturn in Pisces has to teach us, our path becomes clearer.

Check in with your inner realms. It’s a time to reflect inward, whether that means using intuition or analyzing yourself. Trust your intuition. Learning to recognize your own inner voice will give you much-needed support. Saturn will help you commit to meditation, self-care or even therapy.

Commit to your boundaries! Say goodbye to things and people that drain your energy. Be firm with your words when necessary.

Find which movements have true potential and what is just a fad.

Embrace adaptability and flexibility. Surrender to the mystery that will come. Get comfortable making plans and setting goals without all the answers.

During this transit we can lay the groundwork for our highest purpose. Saturn wants us to step up and take responsibility for our lives and to act in accordance with our true authentic selves. When Saturn is done with us, we can be left feeling wiser, more mature and more aligned with who we want to be! Take the time to hear the deep wisdom that this transit has to offer. How can you take responsibility in the life you are choosing, for your actions, for your words, for the energy you put into the world?

Some journal prompts for Saturn in Pisces:

What does my spirituality really mean to me?

How can I take responsibility for my creative visions?

What are some tangible things I can do to turn my dreams into reality?

I can better understand myself by …

My true thoughts and feelings about this situation are …

When I get still, my intuition shares …

Religion makes me feel …

I can better express my compassionate side by …

#current astrology #saturn in pisces #saturn transit

[dustedmagazine]

Spiritualized — Everything Was Beautiful (Fat Possum)

Photo by Sarah Piantadosi

If the movies have you thinking about multiverses these days, it’s worth sparing a thought for the fact that in plenty of slightly different realities Jason Pierce might not be around making music in 2022. Not just the more recent and dramatic events (respiratory failure! chemo!) but at least going back as far as the hedonistic, druggy blankness of Spacemen 3, the erstwhile J. Spaceman is from a rock and roll lineage that frequently burns out. However touch and go it may have been, though, we share a reality where Pierce just keeps on trucking, and on the evidence of Everything Is Beautiful he appears to have mastered the trick of sticking around without fading out either. Maybe that’s what makes these 44 minutes, noted on an album cover that returns Spiritualized to the aesthetic territory of pharmaceutical packaging, feel like a bit of a victory lap.

Pierce has long abandoned just taking drugs to make music to take drugs to and no longer writes as if salvation through heroin, sound, God or love are interchangeable (not to mention equally seductive and impossible), but he’s still sneakily, intensely introspective in a way you might not expect from a guy who can compose walls of sound that always sound somehow like there are church bells ringing somewhere in the mix. Even the druggier years were often less about the chemicals themselves and more about the kind of self who would take them and why, and unlike many of his peers Pierce would just as soon present himself as abject and even dying in their grip. Even as his focus expanded and deepened in Spiritualized he’s still kind of made a career of perfectly balancing the two kinds of nihilism. 

So where does Everything Was Beautiful find him? It feels connected to 2018’s And Nothing Hurt by more than titles taken from the same Vonnegut line and proximity in the discography. And Nothing Hurt came after the biggest gap in Pierce’s career and if at first the ominous semaphore and a few of the tracks felt faintly valedictory, in current context it seems more like the most relaxed and lived in of Pierce’s albums, concerned with quotidian things like going for a nice drive or out dancing for the night, with the relative ragers bemused at the vicissitudes of life. It began and ended with songs that, either sarcastically or heart-wrenchingly, admitted that “I just don’t need to be with you.” Everything Was Beautiful is less removed but also darker, with many of the songs grappling with mortality (not even always just Pierce’s personal lifespan), and the opener swearing eternal fidelity through a list of increasingly interstellar things the narrator would be if ‘you’ want it. 

By the time the hypnotic, gospel-flecked pulses of “I’m Coming Home Again” sees the album out over the course of ten minutes, the titles of this album and its predecessor seem even more fitting — the songs here leave bigger bruises but also offer glimpses of something darkly breathtaking the excellent And Nothing Hurt wasn’t as interested in approaching. Neither record is monomaniacal (after all the last had, in “Damaged,” one of the most bereft songs Pierce has ever done, and on this one “The A Song (Laid in Your Arms)” features him ripping gleefully into the line “idiot, bastard, son of a gun”), but they do feel like a pair. Jason Pierce is long past the point of proving himself or needing the justify the basic fact of Spiritualized’s current existence, which brings us back into that victory lap territory. Everything Was Beautiful isn’t some showy highlight reel, though; it’s an example of how keenly Pierce has honed his inner space rock and how much room it still has left to soar. 

Ian Mathers

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[tenaciousdestinycandy]

How society has affected body image, and the effects of what we do to our bodies

its not easy being a girl who uses social media (trust me), every second we are reminded that there are super humans out there who look so disproportionate we are trained to enviously admire them through a screen. When suddenly a miracle drug that anyone can have access to pops up, a drug that can cheat all of the "diets" and exercises these celebs claim to be the answer of their bodily success? why not use it to be skinny? why not go the easy way out? well the answer is simple, why do a drug these celebs haven't even claimed to have used, this could all be a hoax from pharmaceutical companies, and we don't even know the longterm effects that are beneficial . the results that we do know besides obvious weight loss is "ozempic face" and "Ozempic face" refers to changes in the face that happen when people take Ozempic to lose weight fast. This can mean loose skin around the eyes, jaw, and mouth, more lines and wrinkles, and a sunken look in the face. Dr. Paul Jarrod Frank, a New York dermatologist, came up with this term. It happens because when fat is lost quickly, the skin doesn't bounce back well. filler is the main treatment but fillers can have side effects like pain, swelling, infection, and allergic reactions. so we go through all of these injections just to look like a skinny old lady at 25? is that really worth it for a body that may not be trendy in the next year?throughout history, different body types have been idealized at various times and in different cultures. From Rubens's voluptuous figures to the slender waif-like look of the '90s, beauty standards have constantly evolved. These ideas come from what people see in the media or from famous people. over time, what people think is the "perfect body" changes. Sometimes it's about being bigger, sometimes it's about being smaller. And everyone's body is different, so what works for one person might not work for someone else. THE MAIN TAKEAWAY FROM THIS HSOULD BE DONT BELIEVE WHAT SOCIAL MEDIA SHOWS YOU

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WONDERFUL MEDICINE editorial

12 pages editorial for Contemporary Lynx magazine by Grażyna Siedlecka

Everyone wants a quick and easy solution to any pain or trouble. Inexhaustible demand for medications that perform miracles, or at least make life a little bit easier, is not a new phenomena. Quite opposite -it seems to be one of the oldest human traits.

Pharmaceutical industry offers to solve any of our indispositions and fights for our hearts and money for a long time since. Traceable mass drug popularity started in the USA and UK as early as in the 1600s with drug compounds, called „patent medicines”, advertised in newspapers, claiming to heal any body inconvenience you could think of. Here we have a beautiful example of marketing content commissioned from a popular Scottish poet William McGonagall in 1894:

What ho! sickly people of high and low degree

I pray ye all be warned by me;

No matter what may be your bodily ills

The safest and quickest cure is Beecham’s Pills.

(…)

Nothing indicates any decrease in the infinite growth of the pharmaceutical market, same as nothing indicates any decrease in human longing for smaller or bigger miracles.

1(13)2020, ISSN: 2058-7465, London

#editorial #editorials #lynx #contemporary lynx #medicine #archive

[yichen9966]

Snap chat's face filters and digital deformities

Snap chat launched the face filter in 2015 (Barker, J.,2020). Through the front camera, users can see their face, and then slide between different lenses, special effects will appear on their face, it will make their eyes and lips become bigger, the chin and nose are thinner, and the skin is smoother and fairer (ibid). This feature of facial beautification through digital technology, also known as digital cosmetic surgery, allows users to look more in line with the characteristics of ideal beauty (ibid).

Source: Youtube - The Young Turks

However, the emergence of the face filter has also triggered a social problem worth thinking——digital deformity. The functions of whitening the skin, narrowing the nose, and enlarging the eyes separate users from their real appearance in order to have a more socially popular femininity. When users see their imperfections being modified, they will think that they do not conform to the mainstream aesthetics, modifying some characteristics can be recognized by society (ibid). A woman of color said that she likes her black skin very much, but the whitening effect of the filter makes her feel discriminated against by skin color. If she uses this filter, it means that she admits that her black skin is not good-looking (ibid). In addition to Snap chat, the food, fashion, plastic surgery, and pharmaceutical industries are telling women that they can modify the imperfect part of bodies to cater to mainstream aesthetics (Coy-Dibley, I. 2016). Society's definition of female beauty is deformed, it constantly puts pressure on women and tell them what physical characteristics they should have (Coy-Dibley, I. 2016). Some of these characteristics are difficult to achieve, but in order to be accepted by society, women need to transform themselves, digital technology provides them with opportunities.

Snap chat was originally conceived as a social media platform to show true self, but today’s face filter is promoting the stereotype of women in mainstream aesthetics, making women think that only those who are fair, slender, with big eyes and small noses are perfect, which is a digital deformity (Barker, J.,2020).

References:

Barker, J. 2020. Making-up on mobile: The pretty filters and ugly implications of Snapchat. Fashion, Style & Popular Culture, 7(2-3), 207-221.

Coy-Dibley, I. 2016. “Digitized Dysmorphia” of the female body: the re/disfigurement of the image. Palgrave Communications, 2(1), 1-9.

The Young Turks. 2016. Do Snapchat Beauty Filters Make You Look Better, Or Whiter? Youtube. Viewed 25/04/2023. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qx_vQs2ioeo

#mda20009 #week 8

[mysticalcrowntyphoon]

How is CDMO Influencing the Cosmetic Industry?

Table of Content

Introduction

History of the Cosmetic Industry

Role of CDMO in Cosmetics

Akums Drugs and Pharmaceuticals Ltd.

Introduction

Fashion keeps on changing and growing rapidly. The cosmetic industry has reached the point where it is one of the leading industries. As the demand is continually growing, the industry is producing more and more products with complete variety. The emergence of the cosmetic world evolves around the beauty products demanded by consumers. These products come in a complete variety like makeup, skincare, hair care, fragrance, etc. which are liked, appreciated, and adopted by the consumers as per their requirements.

Skincare Contract Manufacturing control a majority of the production of these goods. They deal with all the endeavours required to be taken in the cosmetic industry referring from designing, production or manufacturing, marketing, packaging, and distribution of the products. These competent and skilled manufacturers have graced the industry with different beauty brands which are showcased in the market today.

History of the Cosmetic Industry

The history of the cosmetic industry lies deep under the roots of ancient times. After regular usage, some articles grew more significant and even became part of the culture and religion. With the passing years, the use of cosmetics grew, and people have integrated them into their daily lives. Earlier the products were having some harmful effects, but Personal Care Contract Manufacturers have bestowed the market with the best scientific technology. They have given the best knowledge, skills, ingredients, technology, designing, and manufacturing which has helped the market to flourish and gain popularity. Females broadly used cosmetics in almost every forward-thinking area of the sphere, making them the prime customers at that time. Now the cosmetics market is more assorted and comprehensive, with a bigger target market. Firms now produce unisex cosmetics goods and some for men only.

Role of CDMO in Cosmetics

Contract manufacturing for cosmetics has helped the sector to grow thousands of brands which is catering to different types of demand consumers. Societal broadcasting influencers, product ambassadors, and many luminaries have subsidized significantly to the value and growth of the industry. They are known to provide reliability and uniqueness in the products they offer.

The CDMO realizes that competition is the trend of the market, companies are looking for something new which may attract the gentry. They, after in-depth analysis and assessments of the growth and other aspects of cosmetics discover the trending products proven to be the sure-shot formulas of success of the industry.

Akums Drugs and Pharmaceuticals Ltd.

One name in the field of Cosmetic Contract Manufacturing which has reached the pinnacle of success and registered itself in the league of profound and proficient CDMO (Contract developing and Manufacturing organizations) through its technological advancement and innovation-driven approach is Akums Drugs and Pharmaceuticals Ltd. They are known for the best quality they serve. With its consistent hold on excellence and perfection, it is known as the best CDMO serving magnificently to the cosmetic industry.

Key Takeaways

Skincare Contract Manufacturing control a majority of the production of these goods.

One name in the field of Cosmetic Contract Manufacturing which has reached the pinnacle of success and registered itself in the league of profound and proficient CDMO (Contract developing and Manufacturing organizations) through its technological advancement and innovation-driven approach is Akums Drugs and Pharmaceuticals Ltd.

#cosmetics #cosmetic contract manufacturer #personal care contract manufactuerer #skincare #contract #manufacturing

[casper-blogg]

A movie you can watch if you want to spend Valentine's Day at home part 3

A movie you can watch if you want to spend Valentine's Day at home part 3 Friends with Benefits Who among us does not get tired of watching this movie at any time, as it proves that the best thing that can happen in your life is to fall in love with your best friend?  It tells the story of Dylan and Jimmy, who have a feeling of admiration for each other, but are afraid of the bad consequences of romantic relationships and prefer to be friends but with different privileges.   Love, Rosie This movie is one of my favorite romantic movies and you will definitely love it too. It tells the story of Rosie and Alex, who have been friends since childhood,  but their feelings begin to change without anyone frankly speaking, and they begin to enter into other relationships over the course of their lives until they face the truth of their love for each other.   Love and Other Drugs The film revolves around a pharmaceutical company representative who begins a relationship with a girl who does not want to be engaged but succeeds in changing her view after discovering her illness.   A Walk to Remember It is one of the best romantic drama movies I advise watching. It tells the story of student Landon Carter who and his friends make fun of one of his classmates,  but are punished by participating in obligatory activities at the church after school, and here he falls in love with his classmate Jimmy.   When Harry Met Sally We go back to the '80s with this movie when hair was curly and men were so cute. They say there's nothing better than falling in love with a girlfriend, so why not watch a movie about how friendship develops into something bigger?   Hitch Any movie in which Will Smith appears will make you laugh. This movie is definitely your best option if you want to watch a movie with your partner and laugh all night long. Intolerable Cruelty   You have to watch George Clooney when he was little on Valentine's Day! He is a handsome lawyer who thinks he is the best person to meet the cunning Catherine Zeta-Jones.  This movie can also appeal to men if you were wondering.   How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days One of the most famous romantic thriller movies you must watch on Valentine's Day with Matthew McConaughey and Kate Hudson.  It's really funny especially when Kate Hudson is acting weird and singing "You are So Vain".   Pretty Woman This movie is a mix of comedy and classic romance, and you'll probably find it in all of our lists of the best romantic movie of all time. Julia Roberts and Richard Gere try hard not to fall in love with each other, but their relationship can't be ignored.   Love Actually This film presents nine different stories and how does love affect each of them? This movie is about romantic signs from young children to adult men.   Now, which of these films would you choose to spend a beautiful and special day at home on Valentine's Day? To read an article on Top 30 horror movies you can't miss to watch, click   here  To read an article on What are the top 10 best action movies, click   here  To read an article on The James Webb Space Telescope, click   here To read an article on A movie you can watch if you want to spend Valentine's Day at home part 1, click   here To read an article on A movie you can watch if you want to spend Valentine's Day at home part 2, click   here via Blogger https://ift.tt/rnQRlG8 August 18, 2022 at 02:39PM

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[allthefilmsiveseenforfree]

Old (2021)

Oh you guys. You guyyyyyys. Buckle the fuck up, I am so pumped to tell you about this absolutely GONZO mummified deuce of a movie. Spoilers will be had in this one, because you need to know everything. 

Old is the latest from M. Night Shyamalan and like....I think we all know M. Night’s track record. For every Sixth Sense, we also get a Happening or a Village. In some ways, he’s the most exciting director working today because every new film is a 50/50 coin toss, and mama loves living on the edge. The gist of this latest roll of the dice is that a group of different families who have all come to stay at a remote luxury beach resort get invited to go to a secluded private beach for the day, and after they arrive they discover they can’t leave. That’s not great, but the bigger problem is that they seem to be aging rapidly - like 2 years older every hour or so. That’s a solid “how are we gonna get outta this one” bottle episode premise, and in the hands of a better writer, it could be a fun sci-fi romp. M. is NOT that writer. 

Some thoughts:

I should have known it would all go wrong from the terrible foreshadowing starting at the very beginning scene. The mom of our main family, Prisca (Vicky Krieps) says “You have such a beautiful voice, I can’t wait to hear it when you’re older.” The dad, Guy (Gael Garcia Bernal) says, “Don’t rush this moment, enjoy the present while you can.” BECAUSE THE CHARACTERS WON’T BE ABLE TO LATER, DO YOU GET IT? dO yOU GEt iT? Wife leaned over and said “look at all the ferns - the oldest plants!” That last one was probably her projecting, but the point stands: there is nothing subtle about Old. 

There’s a lot of just like, shouting out loud the things that are currently happening onscreen. “She’s having a seizure!” “People who go back the way we came black out!” “The rust has entered your bloodstream; it acts like poison!” That’s how you tell stories, right? Just having characters point out events that are occurring right in front of their stupid fucking faces with no other commentary or reflection? 

An additional element that feels woefully ignorant at best and malicious at worst is the inclusion of a black male character (Aaron Pierre) who 1) is a rapper 2) is named Mid-Sized Sedan [I’ll give you a moment to deal with that detail emotionally] 3) says the single line of dialogue “Damn.” at least 4 times and 4) suffers the bloodiest, most violent onscreen death at the hands of a racist white man who is revealed to have paranoid schizophrenia. There are other gruesome deaths onscreen, to be sure, but the worst are body horror nightmares that could never occur in the real world - a woman whose bones are breaking and setting in the wrong position nearly instantaneously until she resembles a horrifying spider creature, and the aforementioned rust-in-the-bloodstream trick that leads to a Jeff-Goldblum-in-The Fly-bubbling-skin infection kinda deal. But Mid-Sized Sedan just gets stabbed in the chest repeatedly, brutally, a bunch of times by a white guy who pleads fear for his life even though MSS posed no danger to him, and it all happens onscreen when so many other characters are offered the mercy of offscreen deaths. I’m not sure if M. is trying to throw some real-world horror in and he’s just shit at it, or if it really didn’t occur to him how malicious this inclusion feels in a fantasy narrative, and I don’t really care. If you have a black character in your story and they die, you better think really long and hard about how it happens and what it means and it’s clear no one did that here.

Nothing to do with the film itself, but it did tickle me that someone brought a tiny infant to my pretty packed screening. The baby was very chill, thank goodness, and as far as I know did not age up to a kindergartner during the course of the film.

There is a Very Good Dog, a Yorkie, present for the first part of the film, but unfortunately the dog dies. It occurs offscreen, and given the premise of what’s going on on this beach, it’s not a shock when it happens BUT STILL. 

The old age makeup, at least on Prisca is pretty great. Good job makeup department!

At one point, Guy gets attacked by another beachgoer, and his eyesight is failing so he has a hard time fighting back. But you are surrounded by sand, my dude, and you can still see blurry shapes. You’re not gonna throw some sand in the eyes until you’ve been stabbed like 10 times? Not gonna try to push him down, or sweep the fucking leg, or do anything but just keep raising your arms and getting stabbed while yelling “I’ll protect you!” I’ve seen stale tuna sandwiches with better defense mechanisms than you. 

Like most fantastical premises, there are only a certain number of ways this narrative can end that really make any sense. It reminds me quite a bit of 2019’s Brightburn which was like “what if Superman but evil?” Either everyone is gonna die, or someone is going to improbably survive and you better have a real neat explanation for how that’s possible. Oh M. Night, when will you realize that your explanations are never as clever as you think they are? There’s no “twist” here really, simply a reveal, and it’s the equivalent of eating one of those sugar-free, gluten-free, egg-free, dairy-free snack cakes I broke down and ate out of desperation when I was on Weight Watchers. That shit is “food” in the same way that the climax is a “logical explanation for all this.” Big Pharma is luring sick people to the resort through targeted ads, then arranging these excursions to the wacky time beach in order to test how medicine they secretly slipped into the guests’ drinks works over decades of life. These sneaky medical breakthroughs are saving hundreds of thousands of people’s lives, we’re told, and the scientists offer a moment of silence for each fallen group of unwitting human lab rats after they inevitably die. Because if there’s one thing the world needs right now, it’s more distrust of pharmaceutical companies and the ethics of modern science! I can’t think of one possible reason we’d want to portray molecular biologists, immunologists, and virologists in a positive light right now, can you? When will those assholes get off their high horses and stop being universally trusted and beloved by everyone, am I right?? 

My saddest takeaway, tbh, is that this is a stacked international cast, with at least half the roles going to POC - this is the future liberals want, etc etc - and the result is THIS.

Did I Cry? Of course not.

Not all is terrible! It’s a beautiful movie to look at, because M. Night’s direction is never the problem, but combined with the script, the acting, and the absurd narrative leaps needed to make this story make even a little bit of sense, the whole thing turns into a mess. Unfortunately, getting Old with M. Night is less “leisurely retirement at a plush resort in Florida” and more “rancid can of Ensure and a poop-choked pair of Depends.”

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[pseudofaux]

Hey pseu I hope that you're doing super duper ^^ Could I please request a museum date drabble with Arthur from Ikemen Vampire please? Take care and stay safe! x

Hello, thank you, I hope you are also doing well and staying safe! ♥️ And I hope you are excited about Shakespeare’s route, aaaaaaa, not much longer now! 🎭✨ This is really nice idea and I love that you asked for a date with Arthur. Every time I’ve thought of this ask it made me smile. I hope the drabble will make you smile, too!

The cut here is just for length. A sweet date (I think so, anyway!) continues below the read more. 💙

(Requests are closed, readers, but there are a lot still to be filled through July! Feel free to follow along or just check in and enjoy as many as you like. A masterlist will go up when they are all completed.)

Paris is full of grand, bright, gilded spaces devoted to beauty, but for your date Arthur has brought you somewhere… quite dingy, if you’re being honest. You want to be game for the adventure of the day because he was so excited at breakfast, but when he slows beside you in that almost-there way of his, you actually stop in your tracks, look over at him, and ask, “This is the place?”

He laughs. “Your face! Yes, this is it,” he says, grabbing the (thoroughly) antiqued brass handle on the door. The top of it comes back from the equally antiqued door when he pulls, but the bottom bolt holds and the door opens with a ghastly creak. “Don’t judge a book by its cover, love,” he cautions. He’s grinning even bigger than he was at breakfast.

You tell yourself that if the building collapses on you, Arthur will protect you. You tell yourself that several times as he leads you to a desk that is more splinter than board. It’s not hard to decide to let him handle things once you’re there.

It is dim in the lobby, if you can call it a lobby, but Arthur’s voice is bright when he says “Two, please!” to a young woman behind the desk who is bored in the way only a Parisienne can perfect. She stares at him and then points to a hand-painted sign detailing prices and holds out her other hand.

Arthur is never deterred by unamused Parisiennes. He hands her a note and cheerfully tells her to keep the change. She looks at it, looks at him, and rolls her eyes as she moves her head toward a heavy-looking black curtain over wall beside the desk.

“Much obliged!” Arthur chirps, and you murmur a merci as you walk to the curtain. It’s so dusty it looks like there’s a gray shimmer on the fabric. You are really not sure about this place.

“Trust is a virtue,” he whispers, slipping his hand into yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I promise, you’ll enjoy yourself.”

You squeeze back and let him part the curtain and guide you through. Somehow you manage not to wince. And it’s a good thing you don’t, because beyond the curtain… things are still dusty, and none of the shelves along all the walls look new, but there is much better lighting and it reveals so many interesting-looking things! Glass containers of a hundred sizes are on shelves and stands, and they hold curiously colored liquids and a few might even be small terrariums. There are instruments of wood and porcelain and brass and other metals—all well polished— on table height columns. You’re not sure what it all is, exactly, but it is charming and a very pleasant surprise. If you had to describe it, you’d say it is… an exhibition of curiosities.

“Do you like it?” Arthur whispers. There is a sweet note of vulnerability in his voice and you’re quick to turn to him and smile.

“I like this much better than the entrance,” you tell him as you poke his shoulder. He lets you push him back a little.

With the distance between you, he spreads his arms out. “It’s a museum of old pharmaceutical things,” Arthur says proudly. “A little hidden treasure in the city.”

“A diamond under the rough,” you murmur, and he laughs and steps back to you to pull your hand up for a kiss. He doesn’t let go, and uses the hold to pull you over to one of the terrariums.

His enthusiasm charms you even more than the room’s exhibits. There’s no one else around and Arthur serves as a chatty, knowledge-filled docent as you walk from thing to thing. It turns out the terrariums were (and are!) used to cultivate mushrooms that can be dried and used for medicine. There are small glass misters on a nearby shelf, and you both give the inside of the largest jar a spritz to help keep conditions good for growing. When Arthur puts the jar’s lid back on he looks like he’s won a prize.

“Do you like it?” you tease. He nods and says he does, very much. You walk around the room together, looking at a few of the instruments and the jars that catch your eye. You like the press for pulverizing and compacting powders and the complicated and beautiful scale with mother of pearl inlaid on the base. There are two dishes of pretty glass marbles on either side of the scale, so visitors can try to make them weigh evenly. You can’t figure out the scale’s many adjustments, but it’s still your favorite thing.

It seems like Arthur’s, too, you leave him to look around the room by yourself and still have to pull him away from it after a few minutes.

“Next room, then!” He declares. “Medical supplies, doctor’s case things.”

The first room was a nice surprise, but you’re not sure you like the sound of medical supplies.

“Nothing horrid,” he’s quick to assure you. “Just lenses and things like that. And we can play with all of them!”

You begin to understand why he’s so drawn to this place, and you nod and let him pull you forward again. He’s a bit like an excited dog, or a little boy out for a a walk: eager to show you what he likes, and hopes you’ll like, too.

The second room is not as colorful, but there are several glass-topped table cases with interesting things inside. And on the first are the lenses Arthur mentioned. They are scattered over the top of the table, one propped up by another so it turns light from the window into a soft rainbow. There is a small microscope, magnifying glasses or more sizes than you’ve ever seen, and several loupes. It turns out to be great fun to play with them, looking closely at each other’s faces (Arthur makes silly faces) and the palms of your hands, and the letters and old prescriptions in the table.

When you’ve gone down the length of the table with all the lenses, you find yourself wanting to know what comes next. You peek over Arthur’s shoulder as he takes things out of an aged leather case and sets them on the table. There are empty vials stuffed shut with cotton, and a long, slender pair of tweezers that he pinches at you.

“Learn that in medical school, did you?” you ask.

“I may need medical treatment from such a barb, love! Did Theo give you that line?”

You put your hands on his shoulders and look over him again. “What else?”

A few rolls of clean bandages come out next. Some kind of flat stone you make a note to ask him about later. And then a stethoscope, or something like one.

“Aha! Knew this should be here,” he says, lifting it out all the way and turning so you can see. There’s a long cone at the end of the disc that goes over the heart, it reminds you of your opera glasses. There is only one earpiece, and Arthur holds it out to you. “Care to try?”

He’s smiling, cheeky but sweet. You can’t help but smile back and take the stethoscope from him. There’s no one but the ticket taker in the museum with you, after all, and she is all the way back by the door. If the lobby hasn’t collapsed on her yet.

Arthur holds his hands in front of his chest like he is offering his heart to you, and you murmur an endearment before holding up the earpiece and trying to find his heartbeat with the disc.

“Bumpbump,” he whispers, “Can you hear it? It’s saying, ‘I adore you’. Bumpbump. ‘I pine for you.’ Bumpbump. ‘I wish I’d had another scone at breakfast, will you let me take you for lunch after this?’”

You wave at his face and tell him of course but hush, you’re trying to listen.

When you find it, it’s a little quicker than you expected. Not as slow as what you hear each night before you sleep. Still, it’s nice.

“You appear to be of sound body,” you tell him as you straighten.

“Nothing about the mind? Ah, don’t answer that. Let me listen to yours, dove?”

You hand it back to him and copy the way he framed his heart for you. He goes right to the space he needs, a practiced doctor when the situation calls for it.

“Bumpbump. ‘This is the loveliest outing I’ve ever been on.’ Bumpbump. ‘I’m happy,’” he softly croons in time with the gentle thump of your heart. You can feel it on the other side of the disc.

He really does look so happy you can’t stand to leave him alone in it. You pull him up by his collar so you can look into each other’s eyes. “I could have told you that, doctor,” you whisper. And then you kiss him, gently, in the back of the little museum, and you are both smiling. You are both happy. Your hearts say it is so.

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[machinegunbun]

this is based on a true story and i feel stupid typing out this novel

I slept with someone miles from home whenever I was 21 who looked suspiciously like Colson some details have been edited in order to protect identities/obscure timelines

Also shitty and boring it’s a rough draft forgive my URL also thought I could changw it when I made it omg

I’m gonna send this in pieces bc it just disappeared (I can’t take the hint omg)

~££~

The sound of pans clanging against a cold, concrete floor snap you back to your senses and also prompt you to press a Bluetooth earbud further into your brain, to drown it all out and get back to the flow. As the beat pounds on and on into your canal, aggressive lyrics soothing your movements into a ballet-esque orchestra repeating the task in front of you, you begin wrapping prepped food like a machine once again. Although burns, cuts, and bruises sting across your body (some of your trade, some for fun, and some from flat out vices) you pay no mind, as it is keeping you heavily grounded; Just as well, the crisp, wet, refreshing air (just faintly tinged with cigarette smoke,) of the emergency exit door wide open billow against your back, providing necessary healing and much needed relief from the aching muscles underneath your ratty shirt.

In the middle of your last piece of the steam table puzzle, you realize someone must be smoking this cigarette you smell? And it had been quite some time since your last, so it made you suddenly grit your teeth at the craving. Quickly checking the clock, you realize it is midnight, and you’re likely the last 2 in the store, so you need to hurry it up and finish cash drop. After all, it would be a long walk home in Cleveland, Ohio sleet.

You are jarred from your thoughts with a frigid, slender finger hooking your headphones around them and out of your ears. As you realize what Chipotle veteran is still left standing alongside you, you quickly pause the music and wipe your hands on a nearby towel before turning to face him.

“My bad I’m not done yet, if I’m holding you up Colson. I only have to stick this in the walk in, and count registers.”

A chuckle escaped the blonde don. He threw his hands up, so that you had to look up to see the tall, mysterious creature, as if to surrender. “I’m not a boss man, take your time. I just wanted to see if you needed a square. It’s been since lunch rush you had a break.” He stops to look at you sternly, although in fascination. “And you were here before me.”

“That’s okay,” you reassure, stacking bowls in your arms neatly, “I have to go by the gas station after this to get some.”

Colson begins snatching things from you to pace alongside you towards the cooler. “Let me help you. Take a break, I’ll GIVE you a cig, dude.”

You cringe at dude, because that is how everyone saw you no matter how many days you came in with make up and a clean apron. Nevertheless, you were grateful, and you told him as much.

You had become comfortable in the job itself the past 18 months, and you knew every employee from sheer silent and thoughtful observation, but you were sure this was the most you had talked to Colson (or the other, less attractive crew either, for that matter) and weren’t quite as content with small talk or favors. You noted sometime last week he must be having a hard time when you had to step on the line for him after an altercation with a customer, which he walked out over. First time in a year and a half, so you knew it must be serious.

Once the task was completed, Colson abruptly grabs you by the arm and forces a menthol into it.

“Let’s do that first and then we’ll blow this joint.” Ever the jokester, as he says this, he winks and pulls a joint from behind his ear.

“You got tricks,” I laugh

We walk out the back and Colson hops up onto a stack of Buffalo Rock crates to light the J. You walk a safe distance from him to light your much appreciated cigarette.

“So you don’t talk much,” Colson hisses, taking a big inhale, before continuing as he keeps the joint from running, “but I know you smoke, cause your backpack always REEKS, dude.” He cracks a smile, eyes low and beautiful eyelashes glistening in the flurries swirling around you.

You nod in acknowledgement, no sense denying that. “It’s for my glaucoma,” you joke dryly.

Colson snorts and chokes before leaning out with the bud to pass it.

“So how you be doing that shit all day? Lifting dishpans bigger than you and shit, doubles 6 days a week?” Colson inquires, and if it weren’t wishful thinking you would say he was checking you out. Hopefully not just to see if you’re a robot.

You smile meekly. “Well, you do it, too,” you remind.

“Yeah but I’m not a girl. I’m… Well, look at me,” he boasts playfully from atop his King of the Hill stack, arms spread out to show off, as the makeshift throne wobbles slightly below. “I’m six-foot-foe,” he smirks, holding fingers up as he annunciates.

You have to laugh at his gloating. “Well, as long as I want to eat, I’ll be here,” you dismiss as gently as you can. try as you might, This brings up the uncomfortable memory of your first month here, when Colson silently pushed a plate of steak towards you on your break after watching you struggling to stay vertical.

Colson knits a brow as brushes your fingertips softly to take the blunt back. “Another question, do you really be walking home, alone, in this shit every night?” He motions to the snow beginning to swirl.

“Yeah, I do what I have to. It was rough at first, now it’s like meditation. Only, like, 15 minutes,” you dismiss. You know you could have a car by now if you could give up the pills, and you feel the shame, all too familiar, welling up like a tight ball in your stomach.

“Well I can tell you you ain’t doing that shit tonight,” he affirms seriously, “cause I got a whip now!” His tone of concern Cascades easily info one of excitement.

You’re blushing now, whyyy? You’d been able to avoid everyone up to this point, sans your dealer. “You really don’t have to do that,” you say, though the wind off your face did sound more and more intoxicating as it whipped around the two of you.

“I INSIST,” he barks, putting the roach out between two fingers.

You make quick work of counting the registers while Colson stared on, expression unreadable. You grow more self conscious with each single you lay down , but try to ignore it.

“Damn, you a pro at this,” he snorts, sticking the same stack of hundreds through the bill counter over and over. “You one with the bands or something. Almost faster than this thing,’ he motions to the machine on the desk.

"And that’s a wrap,” you conclude, stacking drawers inside the safe with a quickness. “I’m just gonna change and we can leave.”

Cautiously and curiously, Colson stands in the doorway, waiting.

“Oh, my bad, you might wanna do that in private,” he smirks, stepping to the side.

Quickly you pull the door closed to the tiny office and pretend you aren’t trying to see if Colson is looking thru the small glass window, while you quickly strip to a crop top, sweatpants and a light jacket. Once finished, you attempt to gather your composure, and exit to find him scrambling to gather his as well.

You head in silence to his car, a used ‘96 Toyota. Once inside, Colson shakes and rubs his hands together, flicking a heater on immediately. “Sh-it, it is freezing,” he remarks, warming his hands by his mouth, eyes grazing across you, “aren’t you dying in that??” He motions to your flannel.

“Business as usual,” you say. If only he knew how many pharmaceuticals and trauma went into that demeanor.

“Shid, fuck that,” he resists, and begins digging in his backseat. “Here, this is Slim’s, wear it to make me feel better.”

You slip the jacket over your lap and give a nod of appreciation. You hated feeling like a homeless hopeless.

Colson reaches for the auxiliary cord and stops himself from pulling his phone from his pocket. You try hard not to stare at his briefs peeking over his belt.

“Let’s see what you’re bobbing your head to all day,” he smiles, hand out.

You oblige, only to realize who it was paused on.

“Oh, wait, not that playlis–”

“Dawg, is this my shit??” Colson almost screams, although curiously he doesn’t seem creeped out, he’s… Excited?

“Uh…” You bite your lip. “You… Did promote it constantly. Well, still do,” you stammer.

“No, no. Do NOT be embarrassed, this is fuckin sick! Incredible,” he whispers in disbelief, hooking up the cord, as he pulls a devil’s horn with the other hand. “We have a fan!” He triumphs before putting it in reverse and backing away.

“So, I was thinking…” He trails, fingers drumming almost nervously on the steering wheel, “we could hang at my place for a bit? Our names are next to each other on the schedule, so I know you have TWO whole days off, too,” he reminds, almost shutting down any attempt at refusal.

“I have smoke,” you offer, “but no wraps.”

Colson grins big. “Perfect, I got both at the house.”

***

[stevenbasic]

Sitting alone in the small chair in front of her desk, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was already being submissive, that he was acting contrite, before the meeting even began. He’d been cowed by what happened last night, and could swear the girls were looking at him funny when he skulked into his office this morning. Did they all know already?? What happened with Randi? It all made him nervous, and he knew it did nothing but undermine his authority and make him look weak.

And then there were the stream of aggressively confident posts Melissa had put on Instagram last night, and those he’d woken up to. “I’m proud of being a woman”? #simpforme, #motheryourman, #getready?  “there’s gonna be a lot more of it”?? #stronger #bigger #successful. And - the baby-bird thing??? Jesus. It was like he was watching her spread her wings and he felt, this morning, like he was just cowering in her shadow. 

She’d texted him this morning, said she’d wanted to meet with him in her office at 9, and had cleared the patients from his schedule. It was 9:05, looking at his watch. Every moment that went by felt like another nail in the coffin of his control of the office. I can’t let this happen, he tried to steel himself, I have to somehow show that I’m in charge.

But then, he heard it. The unmistakable staccato of her heels approaching down the hallway - click-clack-click-clack, echoing like gunshots - was heavier than one would expect in the corridor. The sound made his heart start to race. Why am I so nervous??  The Instagram posts and the events of last night - the girls in his apartment, him stupidly letting Randi once again have her way with him - had him on edge. Plus, he slept lousy. What did Melissa want to meet about?

click-clack-click-clack. She was almost there. 

Remember, he told himself, she works for you. 

But as soon as she walked in, when she entered the room and seemed to draw all light to her, he immediately felt himself to be in the presence of a more powerful person. Reflexively, he stood, and tried to keep from gaping. Oh my god she’s huge, he balked, astounded by her height. The only reason she hadn’t had to duck to get through the doorway was because she’d had such large, eight-foot doors installed.

“Good morning,” she said, her smile ebullient, happy to find him here and deferentially waiting for her, standing at attention, “Oh, so chivalrous! I like a man with good manners.” She watched his face as he took in her outfit, her figure, how tall she was in her new shoes. Immediately she knew she’d chosen right: the aggressively low-cut pink sweater, the high-waisted, dark grey pants that helped make her look both hippy, authoritative and even leggier than usual. And then there were the shoes. 

“th-those are some heels,” he admitted, his obsequious gaze finding the safest place to linger: her feet and the black, patent leather pumps which made her...oh my god...he couldn’t bear to think how tall she’d be. 

“Yeah huh?” she smiled, appreciating the crack in his voice, the submissive body language he was already assuming, standing there for her. She moved towards her desk, making sure to step as close to him as possible. “My friend Abby dropped them off for me this morning. They’re eight inches.”

“w-wow,” was all he could manage, dwarfed as he felt as she - standing well more than a foot taller than him - passed by. He knew he’d already started acting the simp, taken off his guard by her appearance, and was too dazed to resolve himself otherwise. 

“They make me almost six-foot ten,” she stated, seeing how flabbergasted by her height he seemed. Something inside her urged her to step back closer to him, stand above him, demonstrate how big she was and make him feel small. That feeling made her tingle dangerously, rushed blood to her chest, and it was a hard instinct to fight back. But instead she knew she should proceed carefully with him, start business, and so she moved behind her desk. “You’re waiting for me to sit, aren’t you?” she asked with an approving smile, “such a gentleman.”

“Oh, haha, yeah I guess…” he said, still finding himself awkwardly standing in place, fidgeting. 

“Looks like your mother trained you right," she responded, and immediately saw the wince in his expression. “Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie,” she cooed, as he cast his eyes aside, “I forgot. Forgive me?”  She watched him nod, wanly. It was obviously, even to this day, a tender subject with him. I have to remember, she thought to herself, poor thing didn’t have a proper mommy. 

"Well, every girl likes a respectful man,” she continued, with a munificent smile. Standing behind her desk, she felt the authority the office’s place of power gave her. “Especially one who knows his place in front of the alpha female. But no...sit.”

He looked at her as if confused. She was waiting for him patiently, like she was testing his resolve. Reflexively, though, he began to sit, and felt immediately emasculated as she remained standing. 

“Good boy,” she said in approval, allowing mischief into her smile for the first time. Oooo this is funn, she caught herself musing. 

The shock of that - the infantile little praise, the talk of “alpha female” - was not one he’d expected. She’d played around like this last week, at the beach conference...but hearing it here in the office was another thing altogether. “We’re - haha - w-we’re still doing that?” he asked, looking up at her, feeling a dark shiver of self-abasement and secretly marveling at the perfect hourglass her trim but wantonly full figure cut above him, silhouetted against the white wall behind. 

“oooo remember, sweetie,” she replied, “we’re alone, it’s just you and me.” With that, on cue, she tapped a button on her desk and the door to the office closed behind him; she liked the startled look that brought to him. “We don’t have to worry about what anyone else thinks and just fall into our...natural roles,” she purred, putting her hands on the desk to lean over towards him. She smiled as his eyes predictably darted to her cleavage. “We’ll just let nature take its course,” she stated, “How does that sound, Dr. J?”

“Oh, uh…” he stammered, temporarily spellbound by the sheer volume of bosom she’d put on display. This sweater, he found himself thinking, she wore this on purpose. And just as he was almost able to tear his gaze away from her breasts, she casually squeezed them together and his eyes remained fixed, for more than a moment too long. Letting nature take its course, he thought, might end up with my face buried up to my ears. 

And so she had him speechless, already; that got her grinning. She brushed away an imaginary nothing from the swell of her right beast, keeping his gaze fixed right where she wanted it. Melissa knew what she needed to say in this meeting, the words she had prepared to get him to do what she wanted. But, gauging his reaction, she was seeing already that she wouldn’t have to work too hard. Her tits could do the heavy lifting. 

“Enjoying the view?” she asked, after finally drawing her fingers away from her chest and immediately causing him to look away. He flushed red, caught staring.  ”Omigosh you’re so cute when you’re blushing,” she giggled, only to cause a wave of jiggles to joggle through her chest, drawing his hapless gaze for another brief second. Her breasts were just so big, the huge soft swells of her cleavage the main attraction in the room and a magnet to his eyes. 

She laughed. “So, you know why I’m dressed like this, right?” she asked, a wry smile acknowledging the blatant aggression of her outfit, “the heels, the tight pants…” For a moment she looked down at her own chest, then locked eyes with him. “...the boobage?”

“Uhhhh….”

”You know what I'm going to ask for, of course?” she continued, becoming struck by how adorable he was in his tongue-tied, defenseless denseness. 

“A-a raise?” he asked, struggling with all his will to keep her gaze. 

Her laugh was deep and sultry, one of a woman pleased. “No haha but…” she said, as she then gathered her arms under her breasts, cradling them to exaggerate their size, “…could I get one if I asked really nicely?”

Oh my god, he thought, as he felt his dick start to stiffen, no. this is...too much. But he didn’t have the will to protest, scold her. “Y-you know money’s been tight…”

“Haha I’m joking, you know I’m teasing!” she laughed, enjoying the bewildered look on his face and standing up straight again, “I know your numbers are down. But that’s why we need to talk, about Abby…”

Abby, he thought, she’s the sales-rep friend...from that weird pharm company. He’d resisted meeting with her from the beginning, unwilling to waste precious time on another salesmonkey pushing snake oil. He’d been inundated with their brochures, ignored countless phone messages, avoided their research papers in his email, and still he had no idea what their product really was. It seemed like they made one thing and one thing only: some sort of supplement for women of childbearing age. His was a geriatric practice! Why would they want him to be part of some clinical trial? It really made no sense and he’s really wanted no part of it. 

But he knew Melissa felt otherwise.

Indeed, she knew getting a meeting together was important to Evolution Pharmaceuticals, really the main reason Abby had sent her the posting for this job in the first place. Abby had encouraged her to go for the position even though it was frankly above her abilities. But it was something, a challenge, a job maybe she could grow into…

...and now she fully intended to, in spades. 

Melissa leaned in further again, over the desk towards him, her suddenly soft doe-eyes seeking his out. “Remember..it’s just you and me,” she sweetly cooed, putting her full breasts once again on obvious display for him, “nobody’s going to think less of you if you agree to this…” She allowed her chest to slowly push forward, her shoulders back.  “...just let nature take its course.”

She knew he heard the encouragement in her voice. Her beauty held real power that she knew how to use, and she intended to put him at ease. In the moment, she knew he didn’t even realize that it was already working. Her eyes searched his and saw something they were looking for.  A warm smile formed on her lips and she continued to let her body do all the work. His eyes all but unabashedly on her tits again, this was already happening just the way Abby said it would. 

“So...about meeting with Abby...” she began, letting go just the faintest waft of her pheromones, to drift across the desk, just enough to-

“yes okay I’ll do it,” he answered, without even having to be asked. 

What?? Haha omigod. 

“You...will?” she beamed, her smile becoming a sudden, dazzling grin. It can’t be that easy, can it? Admittedly a bit surprised she was immediately struck by one self-aggrandizing thought: she loved being this beautiful...and this big. She loved the feeling of being stronger and more powerful than those around her. She loved how her body, her buxom sexuality, could be so simply and so extravagantly too much for people; how it reduced them to putty in her hands, paralyzing them for her with nothing more than a smile and a look. And, what’s more, she was beginning to realize what else she could accomplish, given the time. She knew, secretly, that the bigger she got, the more Melissssy there was, the easier it would all become.

So bring it on, she thought to herself, give me more.  She had to keep herself from laughing. Who needs an associate’s degree when you wear an I-cup?

“Ok I’ll call her, put it in your schedule right away,” Melissa said in victory, knowing she had to be gentle and watching as he had begun, it seemed, to sheepishly shrink into the chair below her. This was emasculating for him, she knew, capitulating like he was in his utter defenselessness. It gave her a thrill, she had to admit, flexing her authority here in the office, dwarfing him like this, dwarfing a man. She knew it was possibly unfair, that she’d had the deck stacked against him by coming at him with all this in his most fragile moments...but it needed to be done, and she would show him it was all for the best. And, she thought slyly, she would someday make it up to him, make him forget how little she’d just made him feel. Unless, of course, he likes that sort of thing... 

But in the meantime-“, she knew she had other work to do, and as the saying goes about the hot iron and the striking-

“Let’s talk about new staff,” she said innocently, “I want to hire twelve more girls.”

“T-twelve?” he blurted, shaken a bit back to himself, “Really? Didn’t we lose just, like...five?” 

“It was three, and then three part-timers,” she corrected him, “But I want to bring on twelve full-time people. A nurse practitioner, maybe a PA, a nurse Nurse Asstha...Attess…”

“Aesthetician?” he helped, even through his disarray.

“Yes, that..!” she giggled, “I’ll learn how to say that someday!” Twirling her hair girlishly in between the fingers of one hand, she stood again. “New providers, they’ll all need support staff, plus we have to replace the girls in accounting,” she listed, now starting to step away from behind her desk, “and we need a new supervisor for the front desk, unless you think Audrey is up for the job…?”

He paused, a bit confused, watching as she lazily stepped towards him. Was she actually asking for his opinion? Wait...he thought, why am I surprised by th- This was obviously getting away from him too quickly. “Uh, sure, but…” he began, “are you positive we can handle so many ne-”

“Oh, sweetie,” she cooed, now standing right next to him, above him, noticing how he’d reflexively turned his chair to face her, “we can handle it no problem. Maybe it’s just you that’s having some trouble?” She looked down at him, her employer, and mused on how anxious and small he looked. She reached down to tenderly push a wayward lock of hair behind his ear. “Besides...don’t you want to see us grow?”

What did she mean? “W-well, yes, of course,” he agreed, fighting the urge to turn his head, nuzzle his face into her soft hand as it continued to stroke his temple, above his ear, “of course I want the p-practice to do well. To, uh...grow.” His thoughts drifted to a day, maybe not far away, of an office she’d built for him, of being surrounded by more women than he could count, all young and beautiful, all doting on him...and of course, all beholden to her. 

Is that what she meant by wanting to “see us grow”?

“So, uh, sure…” he said, knowing again it was another little surrender, “hire whoever you want…” He knew this was reckless, foolish even, and could only hope beyond hope that this money from - what was it? Lean In? - would be enough. 

Melissa - thrilled again but now keeping her grin in check - saw the doubt in his face. She understood this was hard on him, watching the reins of his business being taken by another, and knew she should...reward him.

She stroked his hair - oooo he had such nice hair - and thought to herself. 

It was just like Abby said. This was a man, she considered, remembering the type of pictures he’d been hoarding on his computer, who needed a strong female figure. This was a man, remembering what he’d told her about his childhood, who craved a woman’s constant attention, unconditional affection. This was a man - it almost made her giggle - who needed a mommy. 

Just last night in DM Ms. Zazanetti - oops, I’m supposed to call her ‘Sara’! - had told it to her straight, made her understand. It's not taboo that he’d been stockpiling pictures of beautiful, ultra-bosomy, giant women on his computer, but rather the reasonable needs of manchild who never really had a childhood. He had told it to her himself, the night at that bull-riding bar: that he “never really had a mother.” And she’d heard it from Rina - who come to find out used to work here, and was one of his old flings - he’d lost her at a very young age.

Omigod the poor thing!

She knelt down in front of him, heart growing in her chest as she looked deep into his eyes. The desperation, she knew, ran deep in his mind, looking for fully blossomed women. His breast obsession was  a consequence of what he missed as a child, a toddler, an infant - being coddled, nurtured, loved. And, she reminded herself, it wasn’t just pictures of random huge, big-breasted women he’d had on his computer. There were also countless pictures of her. It was a significant moment, when she’d realized what she represented to him, what she could strive to be for him - even if his male pride keeps him from ever really expressing himself, admitting what he needs. 

#motheryourman, remember?

Still gazing at him, wondering what he was thinking, she smiled to herself. Well, he’s not “your man” but - haha - close enough, right?

“You’ve been doing such a good job, being so strong,” she said to him, tenderly, taking one of his hands into both of hers and resting it on his lap, “especially with everything going on.”

”uhhh...what do u mean?” he asked. There was - good god - so much going on. But...looking into her eyes, he suddenly knew what she meant.

“When were you going to tell me? I had to hear it from Marisela,” she said, sounding a bit sad that he would not confide in her, about his troubles at home...or, rather, what used to be his home, “I thought we were friends…”

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Thanks to GTScity reader @sherlock for inspirations and ideas - they really helped the post coalesce. And to FantasticMrMoose - fans may notice that a few passages are all but stolen right from "Sexy Lexie": awesome story!

#Growing Into the Job

[thesedangeroustemptations]

Decided to post one of my OC’s on here, so I hope y’all like her

(        the devil's match        )          ┊     ❛  ya know, being a dick will not make yours any bigger, so can we skip that step and get to the part where I break your neck? ❜

   character name   . .  kyomi tausa'afia ka'uhane.

   title / ring name   . .  ms. ka'uhane / 'the goddess of volcanoes and destruction, pele!'

   meaning of names   . .   

kyomi:  "pure and beautiful, to cleanse." named after her paternal grandmother, it was one handed down every few generations to those who seemed to shine bright with purity from birth, which was exactly what she appeared to have done. as she grew, she always had a shining glint in her eye, though many would say it's one of mischief while others see differently.

tausa'afia:  " pleasant, lovable " in the first few days of her life, she didn't have a middle name as their family reserved it for when their personality began to shine through, that way they had a name that fit them that emerged later on. kyomi was a sweet and adorable baby, capturing the hearts of anyone who held or even looked at her, hence why her middle names meaning reflects just that. 

ka'uhane : " soul, spirit " the surname is from her father's family line, having been derived 1500 years ago to distinguish his family's martial arts as users of spirit and soul, versus just muscle and occasional mind.

  nicknames   . .  

" i can't believe you'd put yourself in danger like this, kyo, do you thrive on getting your head kicked in that badly? "  —  wakatsuki takeshi, seething, after winning her battle against saw paing but sustaining major injuries.

" pele, you'd better not fucking lose, fuck him up!  "  —  adam dudley and cosmo imai yelling at her from the stands during her match.

" the strength of your spirit never ceases to amaze me, tausa, but remember, even the strong need to rest sometimes, and you need to realize that doesn't make you weak. rest now, get your revenge when you're healed. "  — sawada keizaburo, attempting to comfort his best friend after being unsure of whether her unborn child will survive due to being forced to fight in the kengan annihilation matches despite her condition.

" you still haven't figured it out yet, 'omi? you cannot love both of us and act like it's fine and dandy. fucking pick or i'll kill him right now.  "  —  ohma tokita confronting kyomi after finding out that she's been sharing a bed with Ichiro Nakata as well as him, ready to kill the supposed 'superman'.

   age   . .   kyomi is is twenty years of age

   gender   . .   she was born of the female gender.

   height/weight   . .   she stands at 5'2'' while weighing 155lbs of pure muscle.

   appearance   . .    " oh, but that's the irony, broken people like her are not fragile. "

                                                         

  

   kengan match records   . .   46 wins, 0 loses.

   physical scent   . .   kyomi's natural scent is one of the saltwater and sandalwood, with hints of plumeria flower.

   sexual orientation   . .  she is bisexual, biromantic.

   marital status   . .   currently not married.

   

 

  " i can't believe your sweet-tempered father was reincarnated into that girl. she's tough as nails. "

   occupation   . .   kengan fighter, personal body guard / assassin, head of the ka'uhane clan with the inherited abilities of her ancestors. *

   personality type   . .   enfj-t  —  the protagonist.

   [   positive   ]

‣  motivational, inspirational; bring out the best in others

‣  very perceptive about people's thoughts and motives 

‣  fun to be with - lively sense of humor, dramatic, energetic, optimistic

‣  strive for "win-win" situation  

‣  loyal and committed

‣  warmly affectionate and affirming

   [   negative   ]

‣  tendency to be smothering and over-protective/manipulative and controlling

‣  doesn't pay enough attention to her own needs 

‣  critical of opinions and attitudes which don't match her own/sometimes unaware of social appropriateness or protocol

‣  extremely sensitive to conflict, with a tendency to sweep things under the rug as an avoidance tactic/blames herself when things go wrong, and not give themselves credit when things go right  

‣  her sharply defined value systems make her unbending in some areas/she may be so attuned to what is socially accepted or expected that she's unable to assess whether something is "right" or "wrong" outside of what her social circle expects

   personality description   . .   ❛   part of her mystery is how she is calm in the storm and anxious in the quiet.  ❜

         ‣  kyomi is a typically bright, energetic and friendly individual, radiating warmth and acceptance to all those who come in contact with her. her kindness is talked of in abundance with her people, as well as her humor that can at times have the entire tribe rolling about with laughter. exceptionally considerate of others feelings, she will often force hers down to where she no longer has to deal with them so she can focus on the tasks/needs of others at hand. despite all of this, she is a skilled warrior who’s talents outshine those who are double her age and trained every moment of the time, leading to her confidence in her abilities to border on cocky. with these abilities however, she is able to defend her tribe and grow an ever expanding bodyguard service from those she’s trained, hiring them out to the highest bidder with these skills. her intelligence is what helped her launch the idea, her mistrust and misjudgement will end up being her downfall; getting her into situations where she’s forced to be the compeditor for Omni Air International, who threatened to level her village if she didn’t comply. over her family and fellow villagers she is fiercely protective and thoughtful, willing to lay down her life if need be for them so they could continue to live in peace. aside from that, she at times can be extremely angry and resentful of the hand she had been dealt, knowing that it was beyond her control and that was what bothered her the most. in competition, she is a blood thirsty and calculating competitor, who would rather break necks than ask or answer any questions directed at her. when pushed to it, she will shut down the side that everyone knows and loves entirely, revealing a murdeous monster who would tear down anyone in her path. 

   likes   . .   relaxing in the sun, training, eating exotic and new foods, spending time with her twin children. 

  dislikes   . .   being told what to do/forced into situations where she has no control, arrogant people, disloyalty, early mornings.

   skills   . .   healing by meditation, knive throwing, rock/ice climbing, cooking, drawing/painting, ballet, hula dance. 

   any flaws   . .  she can be very critical of others with no real cause, her jealousy is out of control, she’s got a large scar on her back, left hip and left thigh from when she was attacked by a shark at the age of 12.

  personal phobias   . . deep bodies of water, dark spaces, being alone, 

  habits   . .  nail biting, smoking, constantly triple checking her surroundings, self isolation when feeling vulnerable.

   weapons   . .  seismic senescing through her hands and feet, pressure point and medical knowledge, garrote, knive throwing, judo, kenpo, jujitsu, grappling, wrestling.

   family or blood relatives   . .   —   akela ka’uhane  |  father, 39 years old  |  alive  |  intermediate chief along side his wife in his daughters absence/guardian of his grandchildren.

                                                 —   makani ka’uhane |  mother, 37 years old  |  alive  |   intermediate chieftess alongside her husband in her daughters absence/guardian of her granddaughter/healer

                                                 —   noe olina ka’uhane  |  daughter, 3 years old  |  alive  |  living with her grandparents while her mother is away, training in meditation and energy control with her grandfather.

                                                —-   kanoa haikili ka’uhane | son, 3 years old | alive | living with his grandparents while his mother is away, training in meditation and energy control with his grandfather. 

   affiliated company / empoleeyer   . .    omni air international 

    friends   . .  —  miyuki dotokayashi |  best friend | alive | daughter of naga dotokayashi, ceo of Omni air international  

                      — sawada keizaburo | best friend/unofficial bodyguard & uncle to her children | alive | kengan fighter/employed                             by murder music.

                      — wakatsuki takashi | best friend/father figure | alive | kengan fighter/empoyed by furumi pharmaceuticals.

                      — saw paing yoroizuka  | close friend | alive | kengan fighter/employed by village of the dawn.

                      — adam dudley | close friend | alive | kengan fighter/employed by boss burger.

                      — imai cosmo | close friend/brother figure | alive | kengan fighter / employed by nishihonji security services.

                      — okubo naoya | close friend/ex-lover | alive | kengan fighter.

                      — himuro ryo | close friend | alive | kengan fighter. 

                     —  kaneda suekichi | close friend | alive | kengan fighter.

                     —  gaolang wongsawat | close friend | alive | kengan fighter.

   romantic interest(s)   . .  ohma tokita & ichiro 'lihito' nakata  —  ❛  you’re selfish, is what you are. making us both love you and then refusing to choose, what the fuck is your game? ❜

        

          —  ohma 'the ashura' tokita : my, oh my. the relationship between ohma and kyomi began when they first encountered each other during her first trip to japan 2 years prior, representing Omni Air International and winning 27 consecutive matches before the annihilation tournament took place. they met in a coffee shop, he decided to stop in and devour whatever pastries they had on display for the day, and due to his large, intimidating frame, most people were afraid of him and kept his distance; not kyomi. she found his seemingly brooding and potentially aggressive nature comical in contrast to the sweet treats he was eating, so she being the outgoing individual she was, went up to him and asked him how the desserts tasted now that he'd robbed everyone else of the chance. her boldness and confidence in the way she carried herself was enough to catch his attention and intrigue, so he invited her to sit with him and try the remains of what he hadn't inhaled just yet. it was in that sit down, taste testing the different assortments that laid in front of them, that a bond was formed and only grew with the more time they spent together, finding more commonalities than initially suspected. as close as they got, there was still a wall put up between the two of them, set up unintentionally by both parties to refrain from either getting hurt. this didn't stop jealousy and possessiveness to overwhelm the 'relationship' that they had developed, resulting in it's momentary end in an explosive way. now, two months later, they met once again at the kengan annihilation tournament representing their respective companies, which was a shock to them both, especially on her end. the greatest shock for ohma was when the new 'superhuman' he had been introduced to a little while prior to this, was now following around his woman like a puppy, only sparking the killer instinct within him that lie just beneath the surface. that, and the hickies and love marks that covered her body in the most obvious and infuriating places. now aggressive and hostile toward the woman who somehow held a vice grip on his heart, he couldn't help but blame himself at the same time for allowing her to slip through his fingers, however he will be damned if he lets 'lihito' steal what's his. with kyomi seeming to decide that she was fine with loving the both of them, fucking the both of the, that was when he snapped and would become a much more outwardly angry person than his usual calm demeanor, lashing out at any person who happened to make the wrong comment in his presence. despite his feelings of rage and hostility toward the situation, he couldn't help the fact that he loved her, and he would continue to love her even if he hated the choices that she was making, and the fact that even though he knew her for two years time now, it still felt as though she was hiding a part of herself from him, which was frustrating for the fighter, because in their long nights together, he had spilled his guts to her, given her every part of him, and he was met with this. 

         —  ichiro ‘lihito’ nakata : meeting this goddess was a complete accident, one that ichiro was more grateful for than he cared to admit out loud- scratch that, he'd happily yell it from whatever roof top she requested. having met after he was observing his competition for the next few matches, he quickly took notice of the seemingly unbeatable 'pele', swiftly deciding two things: that she would soon be his, and he did not want to fight her in any upcoming matches, because he knew he would get his ass handed to him, and that wasn't something the self proclaimed superhuman could afford to his ego or image. after she mopped the floor with her opponent, he approached her and asked if she would like to get something to eat, explaining he knew just how strenuous and appetite increasing these matches could be, it didn't take much pressure to get her to agree. the two went to an authentic japanese ramen shop, as she had never been before and had only been in japan for a few days, which was mostly spent fighting or training, this being the first time she actually had a moment to herself to breath. they ate bowl after bowl, stacking the piles high as they could go before ichiro realized that this woman had not only stolen his heart, but emptied his wallet as well, not that he minded. her smile and full belly was all he cared about at that moment. over the next few months, the two became closer and closer, though there was weeks where she would pull away and disappear, for reasons he did not know of; come to find out much later, she was spending the other parts of her time with the infamous ohma tokita, his self decided rival in the kengan matches. this discovery once they had arrived at the tournament only fueled ichiro's rage and desire to win, to prove that he was the better man, the stronger man, the one for her. though the two decided amongst themselves that they would compete for her heart, they were infuriated to see that she decided that it was fine to simply love them both, which wouldn't have been too terrible for him if it wasn't for the fact that ohma made it abundantly clear that he wasn't okay with that, and would repeatedly threaten ichiro's life, which was met with the response of 'try it' every single time. the relationship that they have is a rather lax and easy going one, though at times he can be a bit smothering and over-protective, that's only because he doesn't want to lose out on what he sees as his one chance at happiness. 

   backstory   . .   kyomi was born the only child to a long line of renowned martial artists, one that had developed it's own style that included many aspects that weren't included in the traditional way of teaching. over 1500 years ago, her ancestors figured out how to manipulate matter and atoms, giving them partial manipulation over their surroundings as well as a physical power up. they also figured out the ability to heal themselves faster through the power of meditation, which came in handy for those who chose to be warriors, such as kyo.  the longer the line, the more ancestors that could be called upon for assistance in a fight, using their knowledge and own distinct styles of fighting, the stronger the power up, making kyomi at the time, the strongest ever of her line, surpassing that of her past life and previous tribal chief by what seemed like miles. from a young age, she displayed strong discipline and technique, mastering things thrown at her within a few days time and leaving her teachers in absolute awe, as well as her parents, though they also beamed with happiness. the ancestral spirit didn't manifest in every generation, it only happened when the current host dies, so it can be passed to the new one, which so happened to be a feisty, strong-willed and opinionated young woman who was more than willing to kill for her goals and those she cares for. at the age of 16, she made the mistake of getting too attached to a tourist visiting one of the vacation spots on the main parts of her island, resulting in her losing her virginity and discovering she was pregnant a few months later. with the support of her family and village, she had her children and would not have been able to handle it without the backing that she had. as chieftess in training, her father and mother handled most things for her while she focused on her own children, but also growing up still given she had them so young. it was during this time that it became apparent that she was suffering from post-partum-rage, which was honed and harnessed into a deadly weapon to add precision and greater force behind her strikes. at the age of 18, she was brought to omni air international headquarters by her best friend, being told that her father wanted someone strong to represent his company in what was known as the kengan matches in japan. this didn't appeal to her too much, initially she refused, but when her home and tribe were threatened with extinction, her own children who were innocent, she had no choice but to comply. her best friend had no knowledge of this, and was unable to stop her father from forcing her companions hand, but it was no use, he would not budge on his decision. she was the strongest by far that he had come across, and he wouldn't let her slip through his fingers when he had the power to bend her to his will, no matter the rage and resentment he was building within his fighter. after saying her goodbyes to her one and a half year olds, her parents and her village, she set off to japan, where she found it hard to adjust to the culture and the language, resulting in many fights and brawls due to misunderstandings. it was during this time that she met several people who would become close friends and mentors to her, the relationships forming due to their close proximity from the kengan matches, as they were all participants in some way or another. the romantic relationships she did not plan for, and being the privileged person that she was, assumed that she would just be able to have both of the people who had captured her heart, not taking their feelings into consideration whatsoever. this was a result of no one taking hers into consideration for bringing her there in the first place, forcing her to fight for the lives of her people and not being allowed to lose no matter what. she cared very little for what people viewed as 'fair', even if she did love them.  

extra   . .       —  kyomi is ambidextrous, though the punches from her left hand hurt far more than the ones from her right, she believes most of her past lives were prodominantly left handed, which she finds awesome as hell.

—  even after two years, the people closest to her, aside from sawada and wakatsuki, known nothing about her life back in hawaii, which is something that she prefers to keep due to her not knowing who she can truly trust anymore.  

—  though both ohma tokita and ichiro nakata have perminent places in her heart, if she was forced to choose, she would have to drop them both because she couldn't bear hurting one by choosing the other

—  sawada interestingly enough knew kyomi before she came to japan, having met her a few times when he and his employer made trips to hawaii to open new stores there for murder music, as he was her body guard as well as fighter. the two clicked while she was pregnant, he was very kind and thoughtful when interacting with her, never once judged her and was there when her twins were born. he's a brother that she never had, acting as her protector and best friend all at the same time; the relationship she has with lihito makes him sick to his stomach but it's her life, and he refuses to say anything for fear of getting his face kicked in.

—  she and raian have an unspoken rivalry, due to them both having destructive power, and her being referred to as 'the devil's match'. kyomi finds his blood lust entertaining and would love to fight him, him feeling the same with her, but having a bordering obsession with her as well, having to keep constant tabs on her and be aware of where she is at all times, something he does his best to keep hidden from everyone, including those in the kure clan. If anyone is going to beat her for good it would be him.

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