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fandom-hoarder · 2 months ago

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911 8x17 lb (copied from DM with @supernaturalkickparty)

Me: Ok I'm gonna try watching the ep lol. I keep getting interrupted though

Chim calling Ravi ravioli lol

Godddd Buck 🥺

I just cannot imagine going with white for a wall color when you could choose literally anything else (athena's house) Yes I can tell the whites are different... but i had to rewind cuz i thought/hoped she said wall paper... like maybe there was texture or design to it. NOPE. Just wall color.

I've been interrupted 8 times already

Oh, Athena, I definitely have opinions about outlet plugs!

"You going back to work? That wasn't a surprise" Athena, you cope with work. You couldn't even grieve properly and accept his death without working a case. Come on.

Notifications making me restart the eddie scene 10 times. Watching on my phone is hella distracting when I'm trying to pay close attention

"They're gonna need you, buck" Buck: psychological evaluations for everyone. Yes this is 100% buck behavior. Look at how he was after the cobalt situation

"So when are you gonna tell buck you're leaving?" "I was thinking maybe his new captain could tell him" Boy this better be a joke. Is buck your best friend or not? Why are you talking about him like he's your childish coworker

Aaah buck in the confessional!! Lolololol buck, you have a confession cheat sheet on your phone but you didn't youtube how to cross yourself ?😅

Omggg "i was hoping to get a message to someone " hold on i can't cry with a cracker in my mouth😭😭😭

"You said I'd be ok, and I'm not...and they don't need me"😭😭😭😭😭 Omfg wtf is wrong with these people? They're pushing him away? Can't they tell this is Buck trying to deal with it?? Wtf i am preemptively angry

"Give me a sign!" *earthquake* Omggg is this the episode deciding theme?? Wait the title is don't drink the water... hmmm..

Ok we're going to the reservoir...

supernaturalkickparty: Dude yes I am so fucking frustrated with how they treat/act/talk about buck!!!!

Me: This dentist humor is making me so anxious

supernaturalkickparty: Dude😬

Me: Aaaahhh holy shit. Ok this is a new anxiety i didn't know i would get lmfaoo

supernaturalkickparty: The dentist omg yeah same

Me: Jfc. Normally I'm just worried about drowning because they don't suction enough

Not buck and chim making this worse lol. THE SMURF!

supernaturalkickparty: Yes 😂😂😂😂😂I was like oh shit it's her lolol

Me: Listen, girl, as someone who did have the root canal but the pain didn't stop and then found out a few years later that they used outdated banned materials and then couldn't afford to have it redone and then my tooth cracked in half and i got fucking c diff and almost died... it's probably better the tooth just came out. Get yourself an implant on a payment plan. It's so much better😅😅

Lmfao not 911 for stolen laundry. Dude, i feel you. Someone in my first apartment building was always stealing my damn underwear

"A shirker!" Hahhhh Those clothes are way too wet to have finished their cycle

"Said i was gonna get the groceries" Ok... it's Buck's house?

supernaturalkickparty: I was like oh shit it's cart boy! Lolol

Yeah Eddie is such an ass here. Like I can't stand him

Me: Wow, Buck finds out through the grapevine about Eddie's new job, and Eddie's response is, "Can you blame us? Look how you're acting now"??? He's your friend, not a child for you to chastise. Ok, deep breaths... what stage of grief is eddie displaying... cuz this is a fucking backslide otherwise. Which. Could make sense if that's being signaled by the cart boy's backslide in the previous scene...

"You really think I wouldn't be happy for you?" "No, I know you wouldn't be. You'd make it all about you." BOY CAN I SLAP YOU. He's your FRIEND he can be sad you're leaving AND happy things are going well.

Is this the anger stage? Are you PROJECTING, Eddie?? Buck's spiraling? And you're NOT, mister 'i can't have a meaningful conversation with my best friend and current housemate;? He's not allowed to feel lost? He's trying to hold onto the ropes of his friends and you're all dismissing him

"You're not the only one that lost him. We all lost him." Uhhh hi, yeah, no shit. What do you think his grief checkins are ABOUT? Did you forget the part where he's the fix-it guy? Did you forget about him helping you through a panic attack and then repairing your fucking walls and that whole conversation??

"You never asked what it was like" uhhh have you heard of talking? Does he have to ask such an intrusuvely specific question for you to tell him?

DO you want him to check in with you or NOT?

This is some kind of anger/bargaining stage or some shit. Maybe crumpet-eating non-emotive eddie last ep was denial.

BUT WHY ARE YOU TAKING THE ANGER OUT ON *BUCK*? CUZ YOU KNOW HE'LL TAKE IT??

He's not the reason you were gone. Ultimately, your inability to deal with grief properly is WHY you weren't there, and I guess you can't be mad at yourself, huh? So be mad at the guy in your house, who wanted you to stay in the first place🙃🙃🙃🙃 Eddie knows just how to say the most awful thing to people and then fucking walk away.

But it's always fucking PROJECTION. GET RIGHT WITH YOURSELF, EDDIE

WENT TO THE AIRPORT????

Eddie istg if you don't have some major 180 character development by the finale🤬 you have been avoiding dealing with this shit for like 4 seasons

God i hope i never have to snorkel in a toilet. I can't even snorkel NORMALLY

"Are you real?" "No, ma'am, I'm Buck" lololol??

Eddie and Athena BOTH going through the misplaced anger stage, huh? 😬😬 As if Chim isn't feeling guilty enough

Eddie is...being sooo goddamn frustrating. Almost smug and patronizing. Say what you fucking mean. There's no way you didn't KNOW leaving that note would make Buck assume you'd left, especially after that kitchen fight. You WANTED to hurt him and make him feel rejected.

"Heard some dick was being mean to you" Child equivalent of buying him a puppy cuz you can't say sorry

Ok Chim... are your doorways insanely wide? Cuz i think if not you should be building that crib in a bedroom..unless the new baby is staying in the living room?

At least Chim has Maddie to talk him through his guilt. Buck needs to talk to Maddie, too. Or even Tommy. He was there too after all. But SOMEBODY needs to be there for BUCK'S FEELINGS. Not just to tell him they're sorry, but FOR HIM. Chris is a child, he can't be responsible for an adult's grief, and aunt pepa is..no offense, JUST aunt pepa

Buck's spending all this time checking in on everyone, cooking to fill the hole in his feelings, is ANYONE checking in on HIM. I'm making myself mad

"That is a bold lack of color" my sentiments exactly, karen

Ooh, is karen gonna talk to athena about her anger issue???

The parallels are paralleling. Can someone please smack Eddie upside the head?

"The only thing we need to be to each other from now on is professional" ok, so fuck family huh, athena? Fuck the firefam 100%? What about Buck, are you cutting that part out too? You sent Bobby home to his kids, what about his living adopted son figure? He's a connection to Chim, after all.

Yessss Karen, thank YOU "When people come over and ask who's in that picture, yknow what i never say? Hen's coworkers. I say that's our family"😭😭😭😭😭 KaRENNNN!!

Seriously? They're giving him Aunt Pepa to talk to?? Seriously no offense,, but AUNT PEPA????????😑😑😑😑

Not sure if Buck is in the bargaining stage rn

Lithium iron batteries recycling storage...of course!

Omfg omfggg who tf hooked up the hydrant

Wow, not Gerrard actually saying "good idea"

supernaturalkickparty: Bestie alllll this 👆👆👆👆👆👆 that was my thoughts last night

The look I got when I heard them say 217 I was like 👀Tommy Kinard where are you???

Me: 👀👀👀👀👀

I totally lost track of the numbers ngl, I'm just here biting my fingers like please don't get a kink in the line

I fucking KNEW Hen was gonna turn the cap job down. I knew when Bobby died. She's gone through this before.

Ok when that dude said "stole my girl's panties" i thought he meant his daughter. Then he said thong.

Athena, you're not gonna follow him back and make sure he doesn't get killed? 👀

Omfggggggg

Ok i guess it's good you weren't INSIDE

THAT'S HOW WE'RE ENDING??

Jfc

So no more resolution on EDDIE'S fucking behavior? Athena got a talk but Eddie just gets to put another bandaid?

Istg if this man doesn't finally deal with his goddamn grief avoidance issues I'm going to lose it

Damn i was gonna screenshot upload this but it's 13 pics

supernaturalkickparty: It's veeeeeeerrrryyy fucking frustrating like Eddie was my main gripe in this episode

Like why bring Chris and Tia Pepa in on this?? Why push Buck and honestly I was like wtf is he gonna swing on him???

And of course the buddie shippers are Romanticizing it all and I'm like no!!!! Fuck no, he's being an asshole, no one is checking in on Buck, how does this mean buddie is going canon???

Me: On the one hand, I'm not totally against bringing back Eddie's displaced anger here. He smoothed things over with Chris without ever actually dealing with the doppelganger situation... on the other hand, I have ISSUES with HOW it was done, and Eddie's lack of character growth overall these past several seasons

And yeah, buddies romanticizing it is honestly infuriating. Buck deserves better than emotionally stunted abusive boyfriend trope

Bringing Chris back feels like a doggie treat, both to Buck and to the audience. No doubt a lot of people want to see him again. But Chris can't be the one to impart wisdom to Buck, so they bring in Tia Pepa because HEAVEN FORBID EDDIE HAVE GROWTH AND FUCKING APOLOGIZE

He says "someone was being a dick to you", both acknowledging it but not taking accountability and still not caring about BUCK'S feelings. If Buddies wanted a shippy moment, it could've been Eddie and Buck sharing their grief and comforting each other, but that is NOT what happened

supernaturalkickparty: Dude yes like omfg I was so angry with all this, it's like they have complete disregard to Buck and his grief.

Me: And like i said, this is like the anger stage for eddie. He's mad at himself, but he's displacing it onto buck because he's still fucking emotionally stunted. But the writers have a habit of never making him apologize in a way that changes his behavior

supernaturalkickparty: Like I know [redacted partner name] said maybe eating the croissant and then being angry right now is Eddie going through the stages of grief all weird but it's fucked how he's taking it out on Buck

True true, like his growth is 1 step forward and by next episode none at all. Like they forget what happens

And idk why they [buddies] keep making the priest gay for Eddie and now apparently gay for Buck and I'm like I'm sorry did I miss it in the show when the priest was confirmed gay?

Me: And it's so frustrating cuz idk how to read it from Eddie's side of the friendship...

supernaturalkickparty: I just don't see how this means Eddie's gonna have this great huge bi awakening and it means him and Buck are getting together

Me: Ugh yeah, same. The priest had one interaction with eddie where eddie said "I'm not gay " and the priest was like, no me either I'm your priest, and ever since then buddies think that was a dogwhistle

Yeah same, i don't see it at all

supernaturalkickparty: Smh they're too dumb and seeing something in nothing

Me: There's INVESTMENT from Buck. From Eddie there's, hey here's my kid so I don't have to have a meaningful conversation! Heres me treating you like a child any time you have an emotion, because *I* don't DO emotions lmao. This is not romance.

And I DO think this is stages of grief for Eddie... but I also am extremely frustrated, due to his history of avoidance.... like his wife died in s2 and since then he's just been full of rage that he takes out on other people

supernaturalkickparty: Dude yes!!! I mean hell he almost killed a dude because he rather do the underground fight club then talk it out with anyone.

I do wonder if Tommy will be in the finale though, I saw a bts pic from Oliver where he's covered in rubble and then LFJ posted one too and I'm just 👀👀👀👀Tommy saving Buck maybe👀👀👀

Me: Yes!!! And it's THAT history, beyond just him putting a hand on Buck and finger in his face, that makes that move concerning. Like ok, glad you didn't hit him, but you have a history of hitting when you don't want to be sad

Lord, i HOPE he is. Someone needs to give Buck their time and attention

supernaturalkickparty: I honestly thought he was gonna swing on him

Like it made me nervous and it pissed me off he did that to Buck

Me: Same. Even when he stepped away i was expecting him to turn around and swing

supernaturalkickparty: I need a "Eddie wants to move back now, i don't have anywhere else to go" and Tommy being all "well, you can take the spare room, it's not living together per say but you can stay with me....just until you get on your feet" and then bam season 9 is 6 months later and Buck and Tommy are in bed and like siiigghh I gotta get ready for my shift and Tommy's just shhhh mine just ended let me sleep.

Domestic montage

Me: Yesssssss

I've seen people talk about athena/buck roommates, and sure she has the space, but i don't see it happening

supernaturalkickparty: I don't either, but I do want her to check in with him. Even though she says professionalism, like girl you're hurting, they're family.

Let your family help you

Me: Yeah, seriously. I NEED them to have a talk :((

#911 spoilers #911 lb #911 show #911 8x17

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cythoughtsnmemories · 2 years ago

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06.10.23

So I found out which division it would be if I took up d BP role. Feeling excited and also feel d fear and do it anyway. Office was rather quiet today and I offer colleagues w my chocolate tofu tart. Feedback was that it tastes good but can have less coffee to reduce aftertaste and more base. Hahaha true~ my base was rather thin.

Gym after work w usual gym buddies. We did 100 squats, abs, tone arm w weights and some cardio. Knew I will suffer when d aching comes. Had to hold the chair arm before I sit and toilet bowl as well. My thighs almost gone. Even walking hurts. Nevertheless, we continue to gym on Wed. Of cos they had to cut me some slack. Dinner we had sushi~ the service was terrible, serving the food really slow and served the wrong dish too. SFDJ finished up my tart, i'm so glad. Lol although I wanted to bring the leftover for hubby to try. Okay, nvm ...save d calories haha~

So Elaine proposed to do meal prep, so we're starting it next wk. Prolly cooking at my hse then keep at hubby's place.

It's Thu, and I think d cream aren't effective so I applied the patches. Help!! I don't think I can hike on Sat. Thought of d flight of stairs and slope at bukit timah I think I'll crawl LOL. I hope I don’t injured my legs and end up cannot even hike anymore.

Had dinner w hubby. Didn't go for his fam dinner ytd. Miss him so much~ was down w flu and sore throat since Tue. And got to know Elaine was C+. Luckily I wasn't d black sheep~ But I still feel terrible sick and aching 😭

It's this Sun! I'm gonna stayover hubby's place for 2 wks. Hmm, don't like d idea of MIL thinks that I should move over as the way it should be. I do it is cos of respect and uds she has her traditional mindset. My goal is to live w hubby daily...That's the way it should be. Pretty much worry about the lifestyle diff at hubby's place. I hope I don’t have to do more than my own laundry. So sad, need to dinner myself if not I'll have late dinner back home. Will see~ hubby is so sweet to rent a car to help me with the move. I have not pack my clothes and stuff.

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leguin · 4 years ago

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got that end of project buzz andnothing to do with it. i don’t even have money to buy cider or something until i get paid next week for the projects!

#also in the middle of what is hopefully a c diff scare and not an actual re-infection so. i should not be doing anything anyway #but what do i do with all of this energy.....laundry?

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meltwonu · 4 years ago

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64. “You’re not taking me to bed. ever.”

“Who said it had to be on the bed?”

70. “I’m sure i can get some kind of sexual gratification just from staring at him if i try hard enough.”

notes; lamb-hybrid!seungkwan(SOFTT), fox-hybrid!reader, kind of??? sub!seungkwan but very much shy and sensitive seungkwan PFFT, heavy petting, lots lots lots of teasing, dirty talk 😇 i was gonna mash this request with a diff seungkwan request but i decided to keep it separate cuz i got ideas for the other one heheheh ALSO I’M SO DUMB I SHOULD’VE REVERSED THE DAYS FOR THIS AND DID MINGYU FOR TODAY UGH I wasn’t thinking 😭 Mingyu hybrid fic on Wednesday I promise 😔💕 As always, thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

Living at the adoption home for hybrids is, undoubtedly, boring on most days.

You spend most of your time taking naps and bothering Seungkwan - the friendly lamb-hybrid who had the bedroom across the hall from you.

“Seungkwannie~”

You catch the sweet hybrid alone in the sun room - book in hand and glasses perched on his nose precariously when he looks up at you from his cross-legged position on the floor.

Oh no.

‘I’m sure I can get some kind of sexual gratification just from staring at him if I try hard enough,’ you tell yourself - licking your lips when you notice him gulping.

He avoids your twinkling stare as you stand in the doorway; his fingertips gripping onto the book’s binding a little tighter when he sees your wide grin and fluffy fox tail swishing behind you in a curious manner.

Seungkwan knew you only came searching for him when you were bored and that typically was every other day - not that he minded. He’d grown accustomed to the way you teased him, even if he wouldn’t admit it. “Um, c-can I help y-you?” He asks quietly, already closing the book and setting it on the floor next to himself.

“Mm~ The sun feels so good in here, doesn’t it?” You stretch slightly as you walk further into the room; only stopping when you’re a foot away from the male. “Thought I’d come play with you~ So boring, y’know? I didn’t wanna stay in my room today~”

The grin on your face lets Seungkwan know he’s cornered and while usually you’d only tease him in empty hallways and closed off corners, he realizes that this time, you have the big, wide room all to yourselves.

“So, how about we play right here?”

It hasn’t been long since you arrived at the hybrid adoption home but you’d easily fit in with the others. Although, Seungkwan had been avoidant of you from the second he’d seen you; his hybrid nature as a prey making goosebumps rise on his skin at the way you glanced at him.

“O-oh, w--wait, ah…!”

His fingertips dig into the carpet underneath him as he throws his head back against the hard floor; eyes clamped shut at the way his body trembles underneath you.

“Wait? For what, Seungkwan?” Your voice is barely above a whisper as you sit on his lap grinding against his hardening cock.

You don’t particularly remember when this thing started with Seungkwan at all, but you couldn’t help but smirk just thinking about your past encounters.

From quick handjobs in the laundry room to letting him finger you in the communal kitchen - there were no spaces left unused, except for your bedrooms. But Seungkwan was admittedly very shy and any time you even suggested going back to your room, a crimson blush painted his cheeks while he was reduced to a pile of goo.

The thought of being completely alone you left him with many restless nights and one too many cold showers.

“Mmh, a-ah, wh--what if s--someone walks in…” Mumbling, he stares up at you through bleary eyes as his shy hands find purchase in his sweater. “I--we--we could get in t-trouble…”

You huff as you only grind down onto him harder, “That hasn’t stopped us before~ And you really got into finger fucking me in the kitchen a few days ago, ‘Kwannie~ Made me cum twice before anyone even walked in~” Finishing with a laugh, your fingertips dance across his clothed torso until your fingertips are ghosting against his own.

“Don’t you ever wanna fuck in my room? Or yours? Don’t you wanna fuck my pretty ‘lil cunt in your bed? Press me into your bed sheets and take control? Make me cum on your cock over and over ‘til you’re satisfied?” Your teasing words send thrums of arousal pouring down his body; visions of exactly that making his cock throb as you swivel your hips.

“You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” He mutters; shyness taking over again as he stares off to the side.

While those particular thoughts did cross his mind, visions of you teasing and taunting him all night were the things that had him cumming into the palm of his hand on most nights he woke up in a cold sweat.

“Who said it had to be on the bed?” You retort - moving your hips slower but harder as Seungkwan whines and moans underneath you. “I’ll let you fuck me on the floor too. Hell, you could do it here if you wanted. Push my panties to the side and let me have it~”

You giggle when you feel Seungkwan squirming underneath you - a tell-tale sign he was close to an orgasm. His ears twitch atop his head and he finds himself clamping his eyes shut tight when you make no efforts to slow down.

“You’re not scared of me, right, ‘Kwannie?” You pause momentarily to lean over him; licking your lips when he opens his left eye slightly to look up at you. “I don’t bite~ Unless you want me to~”

“O-oh, g--god…!”

You start to move your hips quicker - grinding down onto his lap and imagining him fucking you instead when you throw your head back.

“Mmh, I can feel how hard you are even with your clothes on… Fuck... You’d feel so good inside me~”

You’d had one too many dreams of him too and you knew it was only a matter of time before the two of you craved each other too much.

Your soft breaths mix in with Seungkwan’s hurried whines and stuttered breaths and it only takes a few more seconds of you on his lap before he’s biting down on his bottom lip and cumming in his pants instead.

“Oh, Seungkwan~” Pouting, you watch as his entire body twitches underneath you as the pleasure washes over his sensitive, trembling body. “I think this is the first time I’ve made you cum in your pants~” You chuckle under your breath as you start to slow your movements until they come to a full stop.

“Such a waste~ And you probably made a mess~”

“Fuh--fuck, mmh…” His body feels warm as he peers up at you through bleary eyes; sun blinding half his vision as he starts to come down from his high.

“Shouldn’t I clean it? It was my fault, wasn’t it? We should go somewhere private so I can... take care of you~” Your voice is eerily sweet when you peer down at him; eyes filled with lust when he meets your stare.

Maybe it finally was time to take it to the bedroom.

#seungkwan smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #seungkwan scenarios #seungkwan imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #seungkwan fic #seungkwan #boo seungkwan

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themuseandantarctica · 3 years ago

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* 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒕. 7

change however necessary.

“Not even computers will replace committees, because committees buy computers.”

“Communism is not love. Communism is a hammer which we use to crush the enemy.”

“How do you tell a communist? Well, it’s someone who reads Marx and Lenin. And how do you tell an anti-Communist? It’s someone who understands Marx and Lenin.”

“The best way to make communists is to put Americans into a place where there were no communists before.”

“A composer is a guy who goes around forcing his will on unsuspecting air molecules, often with the assistance of unsuspecting musicians.”

“In order to compose, all you need to do is remember a tune that no one else has thought of.”

“Don’t write music unless it is impossible for you not to write music.”

“Give me a laundry list and I will set it to music.”

“I write as a sow piddles.”

“Handel is the greatest composer who has ever lived. I would uncover my head and kneel at his grave.”

“I would vote for Bach, all of Bach, streamed out into space, over and over again. We would be bragging of course, but it is surely excusable to put the best possible face on at the beginning of such an acquaintance. We can tell the harder truths later.”

“There is one god — Bach — and Mendelssohn is his prophet.”

“Berlioz is a regular freak, without a vestige of talent.”

“To me, Schumann’s memory is holy. The noble, pure artist forever remains my ideal. I will hardly be privileged ever to love a better person.”

“I have played over the music of that scoundrel Brahms. What a giftless bastard!”

“I hate Tchaikovsky and I will not conduct him.”

“Pretty monotonous and monotonously pretty.”

“One has in one’s mouth the bizarre and charming taste of a pink sweet stuffed with snow.”

“I am sure my music has a taste of codfish in it.”

“New music? Hell, there’s been no new music since Stravinsky.”

“Computers are stupid. They can only give you answers.”

“The question of whether computers can think is just like the question of whether submarines can swim.”

“Intelligence cannot be present without understanding. No computer has any awareness of what it does.”

“Computers make it easier to do a lot of things, but most of the things they make it easier to do don’t need to be done.”

“Computers have enabled people to make more mistakes faster than almost any invention in history, with the possible exception of tequila and handguns.”

““Man is the best computer we can put aboard a spacecraft... and the only one that can be mass-produced by unskilled labor.”

“Programming today is a race between software engineers striving to build bigger and better idiot-proof programs and the Universe trying to produce bigger and better idiots. So far, the Universe is winning.”

“I think there is a world market for maybe five computers.”

“There is no reason for any individual to have a computer in his home.”

“An enormous space whose boundaries, even by traveling along every path, cannot be found out.”

“Consciousness is a fascinating but elusive phenomenon: it is impossible to specify what it is, what it does, or why it evolved. Nothing worth reading has been written on it.”

“Consciousness, or sentience, the raw sensation of toothaches and redness and saltiness and middle c, is still wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.”

“How it is that anything so remarkable as consciousness comes about as a result of irritating nervous tissue, is just as unaccountable as the appearance of the Djin when Aladdin rubbed his lamp.”

“Somehow, we feel, the water of the physical brain is turned into the wine of consciousness, but we draw a total blank on the nature of this conversation.”

“The intellectual life of man, his culture and history and religion and science, is different from anything else we know of in the Universe. That is fact. It is as if all life evolved to a certain point, and then ourselves turned at a right angle and simply exploded in a different direction.”

“Our normal waking consciousness, rational consciousness as we call it, is but one special type of consciousness, while all about it, parted from it by the filmiest of screens, there lie potential forms of consciousness entirely different.”

“People say conversation is a lost art; how often I have wished it were.”

“No one really listens to anyone else, and if you try it for a while you’ll see why.”

“Talk to people about themselves and they will listen for hours.”

“There is no such thing as conversation. It is an illusion. There are intersecting monologues, that is all.”

“The trouble with her is that she lacks the power of conversation but not the power of speech.”

“If other people are going to talk, conversation becomes impossible.”

“[name]’s conversation is good, but he is never at leisure. He is always obligated to go at a certain hour. This is very disagreeable to a man who loves to fold his legs and have out his talk, as I do.”

“One way to prevent conversation from being boring is to say the wrong thing.”

“There is speculation; there is wild speculation; and there is cosmology.”

“Cosmology is still not a proper science, in the sense that as usually practiced, it has no predictive power... To go further, and be a real science, cosmology would have to predict how the universe should be.”

“Ever since Newton, we’ve understood the ‘clockwork’ of planetary orbits; modern cosmologists make confident inferences about what happens billions of light years away. In contrast, scientists still can’t agree on what food is good for us. There is a real sense in which dietetics is harder than cosmology.”

“It’s no use, [name], it’s turtles all the way down!”

“What is good, you ask. To be brave is good.”

“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.”

“Leap, and the net will appear.”

“Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down.”

“Brave men are all vertebrates; they have their softness on the surface and their toughness in the middle.”

“Facing it, always facing it, that’s the only way to get through. Face it.”

“To believe yourself to be brave is to be brave; it is the only essential thing.”

“Bravery never goes out of style.”

“To control your cow, give it a bigger pasture.”

“Some people want to see God with their eyes as they see a cow, and to love Him as they love their cow — for the milk and cheese and profit it brings them.”

“A mind of the caliber of mine cannot derive its nutriment from cows.”

“I could dance with you until the cows come home. On second thought I’d rather dance with the cows until you come home.”

“Who discovered we could get milk from cows, and what did he think he was doing at the time?”

“Parties who want milk should not seat themselves on a stool in the middle of a field in hope that the cow will back up to them.”

“The Lord created the universe in seven days but the Lord had the wonderful advantage of being able to work alone.”

“If there are any marks at all of special design in creation, one of the things most evidently designed is that a large proportion of all animals should pass their existence in tormenting and devouring other animals.”

“I cannot persuade myself that a beneficent and omnipotent God would have designedly created the Ichneumonidae with the express intention of their feeding within the living bodies of caterpillars, or that a cat should play with mice.”

“It is myth that creates the world. Without Neptune, the sea would be dead, and the waves owe half of their fascination to the human invention of Venus.”

“Creativity is the defeat of habit by originality.”

“Nothing great is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.”

“In dance, in composition, in sculpture, the experience is the same: we are more the conduit than the creator of what we express.”

“I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me.”

“Create like a god; command like a king; work like a slave.”

“Truth and reality in art do not arise until you no longer understand what you are doing.”

“You are lost the instant you know what the result will be.”

“Crime leaves a trail like a water beetle; like a snail, it leaves its silver track; like a horse-mango, it leaves its smell.”

“Always shoot to kill. Dead men cannot grass.”

“There’s a difference between criminals and crooks. Crooks steal. Criminals blow some guy’s brains out. I’m a crook.”

“The greatest crimes are caused by surfeit, not by want. Men do not become tyrants so as not to suffer cold.”

“What a force was coiled up in the skull of Napoleon. Of the sixty thousand men making his army at Eylau, it seems some thirty thousand were thieves and burglars.”

“A thief believes everybody steals.”

“It is criminal to steal a purse, daring to steal a fortune, a mark of greatness to steal a crown. The blame diminishes as the guilt increases.”

“If England treats her criminals the way she treated me, she doesn’t deserve to have any.”

“Honest criticism is hard to take — especially when it comes from a relative, a friend, an acquaintance, or a stranger.”

“I didn’t like the play. But I saw it under unfavorable circumstances — the curtains were up.”

“It had only one fault. It was kind of lousy.”

“Pay no attention to what the critics say. A statue has never been erected in honor of a critic.”

“Critics can’t even make music by rubbing their back legs together.”

“Writing about music is like dancing about architecture — it’s really a stupid thing to want to do.”

“Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in his shoes. That way, if he gets angry, he’ll be a mile away — and barefoot.”

“Coarse blotches, suggestive of putrescent flesh, was how they described my ‘impressions’ in those early days. No wonder every so often, [name] and I to escape would stuff ourselves with larded turkey, washed down with Chambertin.”

“Some critics are like chimneysweepers; they put out the fire below, and frighten the swallows from the nests above; they scrape a long time in the chimney, cover themselves with soot, and bring nothing away but a bag of cinders, and then sing out from the top of the house, as if they had built it.”

“Critics have their purposes, and they’re supposed to do what they do, but sometimes they get a little carried away with what they think someone should have done, rather than concerning themselves with what they did.”

“Critics may well be eunuchs in a harem who know how it’s done, having seen it done every day, they just don’t fancy having it done to them.”

“Only man is cast forth on the day of his birth naked on the bare earth, to the accompaniment of crying and whimpering. No other creature is more given to tears — and that right at the beginning of life. The well-known first smile occurs, at the earliest, only forty days in any child.”

“I came into this world and everyone was laughing as I was crying. I leave the world and everyone is crying and I am laughing.”

“Ready tears are a sign of treachery, not of grief.”

“You can recognize a cruel man: he cries in the cinema.”

“The greatest virtue of man is perhaps curiosity.”

“The important thing is not to stop questioning.”

“Pigs eat acorns, but neither consider the sun that gives them life, nor the influence of the heavens by which they were nourished, nor the very root of the tree from whence they came.”

“All human beings, by nature, desire to know.”

#rp meme #rp starters #sentence meme #sentence starters #prompts #rp prompts #writing prompts #i have decided to stop formatting my memes entirely lol #so sorry they're not ~pretty~ anymore

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doberbutts · 4 years ago

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Yeah, I used to be allergic to clothes too. Now I'm mostly? Over it? But it might be coming back very slightly considering the I'm allergic to my socks thing. I can wear certain socks and I should probably only wear those. I also have the problem of if I don't wear pants my legs get very very very itchy like they're allergic to air, but I've also been dealing with my back and chest are kinda itchy here and there for one or two weeks now and I'm worried I may be getting allergic to certain fabrics again...I really hope It's not me being allergic to my shirts again. I also had to stop getting vaccines after I reacted really badly as a kid but in a different way, but my allergies have gotten better enough that I think now I can get the really important ones, if I'm careful and spread them out and have somebody to watch me, and I don't get the one I reacted to at all. I think it was a good idea not to when I was little and my allergies were so severe, and it's good that I'm at a point where I might be able to now. I got the covid vaccine and I got a fever of 102 + weird my body is weird symptoms but I was okay. I could tell I was going to react strongly to it too after I got the first one. I'm just lucky I'm at a point where I can do that now when I couldn't really before, and I just have to be selective and careful with what I can get. It's difficult when that's not as clear cut and simple as Just getting a shot and it's a lot more complicated than that if you can even get it.

It sounds like you also have dry skin! What helped me for a while was a steroid cream (rx required) for eczema and a fragrance-free lotion that was mostly just vitamin E, but YMMV. I remember that giving me a huge amount of relief to the constant itching of my childhood.

I'm not really allergic to clothes anymore but I also have taken a lot of control regarding when and where I wear clothes as well as what textures I buy so I have been able to minimize things that way as well. And thankfully I found an easy and affordable laundry solution that doesn't immediately make my entire skin very upset. But for the most part I do solve the problem by just being naked whenever possible and wearing the softest, loosest fitting clothes I can when naked is not an option.

So I was sort of the opposite- I was able to be fully vaccinated without much issue when I was little, but then as I aged I became less and less tolerant of shots. When I got the hepatitis vaccine in high school, I ended up in the ER three weeks later with so much swelling, redness, and pain in my entire arm and that side of my back that I could barely move. It took another three weeks to get back to normal. That was my first warning sign, I think, that something wasn't right. I'd always had a weird reaction to the flu shot, but nothing so severe until that one. Then I got the pneumonia vaccine, and nothing happened... and then later that year I got the flu shot that gave me such bad pneumonia I ended up in the hospital.

We'd been doing these vaccines because during a blood workup we discovered that my white blood cell count was basically zero. Paired with the other symptoms- my stomach rejecting any and all food, my hair was falling out, my fingernails were deteriorating, I was losing weight rapidly, and my skin was beginning to be covered in open sores, this pointed to a major immune system freakout and one that was the closest brush with death I'd ever had. They tested me for HIV, they tested me for cancer, they tested me for lupus, they tested me for TB, they tested me for crohn's, they tested me for C-diff, and eventually we circled around to "you must have some other genetic immune thing that's interacting poorly with MCAS" and started throwing vaccines at me to see if that would get my body to restart my immune system as part of an experimental treatment.

Which unfortunately worked a little too well.

At this time, I did not yet know I'd been flagged as a newborn for likely having CAH, and my mother decidedly did not say anything to my doctors while they were trying to figure out why my body was trying very hard to die simply due to the stress of getting a sinus infection and a stomach bug while in my last semester of my third year of college.

And that puts me in a difficult spot, because when I get sick I get real sick, but also when I get a vaccination I also get real sick, so I'm stuck either way.

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queencryo · 6 years ago

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@silly-go-round is asleep right now.

i guess i should make a journal for the past few days. as good a time as any. as AMY. heh. cuz shes super good and amazing. heh.

uh...... lessee.... for the two days after the last journal i just. hung out at the house while silly worked. i managed to not keep her in bed and make her late the second day. hung out a lot, watched more adventure time, worked on my tumblr filter script (lie. i judt ran it on my main. 200 posts / day is a bitchhhh) , played a good amount of ds3 (to pointof tetris effect at a couple points the nexg few days)

also did some like. helpful tasks. washed some dishes (undone quicklu, but. eh). not enough, mot as much as i shouldve, but... i tried i guess.

alao we've like. said the same thing at the dame time a Lot while ive been here and its like. nice. its really nice. same wavelength! i feel so close go her.

oh! alxo night before last we went grocery shoping. got food for prolly enoygh for the two weeks, but i guess we'll see. also a cheesecake! it was.... echausting. hily fuck it was exhaysting. jesus. the store was big and it took like 3 hours and $200 to get everything but. we did itttt.

we both mentionef that like. it felt nice to like. have a full fridge 2gether. cuz. it feels like were gonna have a futjre togetjer? u know. like that is. i love her a lot and it feels good for this to feel like a home for a little while. we hope that it can be so in tbe future.

so YESTERDAY she finally FINALLY taught me how to play magic the gathering. it was. a long time coming. but she brought me into the store and like. sat me down w some regulars and had me play commander. i played moooostly her snake deck, so like.that was fun!! i kept talki g about how i woulda gotten lorescale Coatl up to 39/39 and flying, had i like. gotten q more turn. but on that game D was running a mill deck that was. extremely long to play (that game took like ~>2 hours ugh), and was very bery annoying, so i didnt get to actually do that.

but it was fun! part of me wants to blog everything, but i dont think i will.

im glad to be able to use silly's decks, bc i dont think i want to make my own. im considering making a cheap angel deck or smth, but we'll see if yhat actually ends up happening.

i also met her girlfriend Iz, who is sweet. i played magic w her fkr a while, which was fun! she was runni g an annoying mono black deck (i kkow all these... these Terms and Words now, its incredible...)

shes sweet and i think i like her. dunno if enough to date yet (which makes me Partially regret flirting w her so much in the groupchat but. hey)

talked w her some, mostly about magic, hung out while silly closed the store, pet her cat, silly discovered that cyddling w TWO girlfriends is very nice (not rhat id know ;;;;;;;), was good times. i dont think im as comfy w izzy physically yet as i may have implied in messages, which hopefully wull be rectified by the message i just sent her (my initial physical comfort with people varies, it depends very much on the person)

skip forward, me and silly make a pizza at home cuz were fuckin tired, she admonishes me for not eating for uh... like 11 hours or smth (that mornings bagel was VERY good tho omg), but adderall, so like... meh.

uh... i dont think anything else on yesterday...

today! we waaamted to go to the store at like. 2. but in actuality got there at like! 330.

i went back to sleep cuz im a losenerd, and she. made this breakfast casserole thing. which hse put into a bagel abd brought to me bc i guess shes the best person on the entire earth oh my GOD. jesus

skip... apparently she knows maximum the hormone and doesnt like them very much... fair fair. (cause for xeath)

came to the store agai. tofay. it was fun and good. iz didnt come in today, do played some more with regulars. played w what is apparently called a blink deck, which revolvea arounf exiling cards then immediately bringing them back, to capitalize on "when this enters battlefield, do smth" cards. neat!

i DID actually manage to win today!!! the victory was. literally handed to me, but like. thats fine! i was playing silly's uhhh... elintor the masked? idr her name :( the mask planewalker! deck, which. i had SO much land, most of wh8ch was enchanfed. meaning it could be tapped then untapped w eljntor's thing, then tapped again for DOUBLE MANA. i mean. i had like 9/turn even b4 that but. BUT. i also had. i think i drew 3 creatures total. bit anyway. i had the white card that gave me a life whenever a creature was put on tge board (and also, w another enchantment, made all non-me creagurss and enchantments enter the board tapped, so. nya). so... rob had a card what dealt one damGe to all other players whenevr he puta. creature on the board. then he played united forces, which lets each player commit X mana to create X 1/1 soldier tokens on all players' boards. so. we made 28 white soldier tokens on everyones board. this killed perry, ans gave me, uh. 56 life (84 - 28). i then attacked ron for 28 w the soldiers, and drew sacred mesa, which lets me sacrifice 2 mana (1 any color, 1 white, but i had so many cards that said "this land can instead be tapped for 2 of any color, so like. ueah) to create a 1/1 flying pegasus token. so i. ended the game w 44 white 1/1 tokens. goblins get fucked.attack w my ssoldiers cuz his were tapped, so brought him down to 7 life. i didng catch what he did w the enchantment, but i think he said he like. put a copy of every creature on my side of the board onto his board, and then. cipying that enchantment 3 times. so. holy FUCK. wow. BUT those all came in tapped and i had 18 flying yokens, so. i still won! yay!!!! i won a game of magic!!!!!

goblin decks scare me. stop running krenko you fucks. exponential goblins goddamn

silly would come by every so often and like. look over my dhoulder and say "oh that was dumb whyd u use fabricate for thay" which is fair. but also god i love her. (i used fabricate for a mana generator insteaf of lightning greaves. whateverrrr) i love her so much dear god. i wish i coukd help w the store more, but. on the same time i also. dont enjoy working. so. maybe part time.

hm. what ekse. oh yeah i kove her so much.

by the end of the night it was just. me and her, rob and the two regulars i started out llaying w yestwrday. theyre sweet, i like them. theyre married. the dude calls me honey smtimes, which is. kinda weird? dunno how i feel about that. i guess fine. its gender-nice, but still a lil uncomfy. otherwise i like em fien, though. but they talked abouy moving into sillys apt. so thats cool!! better than her current (awful, terrible, lazy / horrifically depressed / manchild roomate, who doesnt clean ever) roomate. i was reading the monster of the week gamebook thruout, which i... bought, for some reason. idk. oh also i wanna make a fallen angel divine, because im... predictableeee. also a conspiracy thworist whos just a trans woman w way too much time and really weird hobbies (throwing knices, butterfly knife, net friends, etc). also a spooky. i speny like. 3 hours reading thr7 the monster of the week book while ppl played magic around me. i kinda wish i hadnt bought it, but hey! its neat c:

oh, also i didnt take adderall today. i dont think it went toooo bad, i think i like. was meaner and less thohghtful with what i said, but like. i guess thats better than feared. i took a caffeine pill (200mg) at ariund 10 which is. prolly why im wide awake right now. i regret doing that, sincr from what shes said tmos gonna be big)

she says we gotta be at her moms by 4, for reasons she WONT TELL ME. bit she says its part of one of her plans, i ASSUME the romantic one? im kind of afraid that ill like. no-sell it unwillingly because im abroke and soulless human being, but uh. i guess rhats thw risks we take to be alive :shrug: im excited. were also going to a shop (diff one) tmo, which im Quite excited for, as ive only been in similar shops by accident before. also doing laundry!!! which is important ^_^

oh ysah. so we got white castle on the way home. its. yeah she was r8ght. mediocre-at-best sliders. onions are bad.

we also made a pizza. whifh i ate most of. i overate. sob.

she fell asleep halfway thry an episode of nailed it. cant blame her, she seemed really tired. i hipe i dont disturb her rwst. and i feel so utterly blessed thay i can be around her.

ih!! i also fell down the last few staies ywstersay. bruised my arms, but otherwise fine. it was. idk, it is nice to knoe that others worry fir me and like me. she was very concerned. i love her.

#blog #ohio trip 2 #journal

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ourdreamsrealized · 7 years ago

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Chapter Three: To Love a King

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3

A/N: Wow…This was a long one, and I apologize for how much time it took me to get this out. School was very busy, and then once I had the time to work on this, I was experiencing writer’s block. It ended up being 16 and a ½ pages and 6625 words. I actually am quite proud of this chapter, and it will probably be the longest chapter in this series. I don’t think it’s the best I’ve written, but I am happy with it to post it here. I hope to have the next chapter for you guys sometime next week.

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Thor Odinson (God of Thunder) x Reader

Synopsis: When you meet Thor for the first time, he’s a happy-go-lucky hero in need of your help, but as more chance meetings happen and a relationship begins to blossom between the two of you, you begin to realize that there is a lot more to this amazing man than meets the eye.

Inspired by @champion-ofthe-sun‘s post: { x }.

Rated: R

Warnings: Sexual Themes, Mild Gore, Triggers (Such as War) & Language

“…and Mr. Lee in room 130 has been having some bowel issues. I got him up to the bathroom a few times, but I’m worried about how loose his stools are.”

You considered the nurse’s words, nodding your head as you looked over his chart. “Alright…I’ll have a stool culture ordered again. If it smells as bad as you’re suggesting, I want to make sure he doesn’t have C diff.” You shook your head with a sigh, handing her the manila folder and leaning back in the chair. “Until then, just as a precautionary measure, I want everyone wearing gloves when entering that room. I can’t put him on full contact precautions without a confirmed diagnosis.”

“Makes sense,” the nurse, Victoria, said, getting up from her chair. “Anything else?”

“No.” You chewed on your bottom lip, crossing your legs as you went over a few things in your mind.

“Well, then, get going. Don’t you have a date with Georgina’s son tonight?” Victoria asked, putting away Mr. Lee’s chart and pulling out another one from the cart.

“I do…” You got to your feet, placing your pen in your lab coat pocket. “It’s our third date, actually.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You shrugged your shoulders, lifting your arms from your sides for a moment before letting them fall back to place.

Victoria fixed you with one of the stares she usually reserved for a client or family member that was feeding her bullshit. A light, partially penciled brow was arched as she pursed her lips. “Liar. At this stage in the game, you’d be floating on air.”

“And who says I’m not?” you asked, coming to stand beside her, arms crossed over your chest.

“I do. I can tell just by looking at you that you’re not crazy about him, just like you weren’t crazy about Jeremy or Kevin or Peter or…”

“Okay. Okay.” You stopped her by lifting up a hand. You didn’t need everyone on the floor to know your history. “What’s your point?”

“Don’t lead the poor guy on, and take some time off dating. It’s clear you’re not over something or someone in your past.”

“You would have made a much better psych nurse. You know that, Victoria?” A chuckle escaped your lips as you turned your back on her and made your way towards the break room. You punched in the code, your left five digits wrapped around the door handle.

“Yes, but I like where I am now.”

“Oh? And why’s that?” You glanced over at her, using your foot to keep the heavy door open.

“Because you’re my boss.” She winked at you before heading over to one of her assigned patient rooms.

You grinned stupidly at her comment, and your steps became lighter as you grabbed your work bag and jacket before heading out of the unit and down to the lobby. Once out in the late afternoon air, you relaxed some. It had been a long day, and, honestly, the last thing you wanted to do was go on another date with a guy you knew you weren’t ever going to be serious about.

Such a shame, too. He was basically the perfect package: good-looking, smart, a gentleman, looking to settle down, makes decent money, has future plans…

But he’s not Thor.

You mentally scolded yourself for that comment because you really shouldn’t have been comparing a mortal man who worked with a banking company to an Avenger/god. Plus, you hardly knew Thor. You met him only twice before, so your feelings for him were completely founded in physical attraction.

It was superficial, so why hadn’t you gotten over him yet? It’s been two years, for heaven’s sake!

It must have been the thousandth sigh that left your lips that day, but this one didn’t help you any. Maybe Victoria was right…Maybe you should step out of the dating scene for a while, just until you moved on.

You pulled out your phone, unlocked it, and found Nick’s contact information. You called his cell number, placing your smartphone to your ear as you descended the stairs outside the hospital building to the sidewalk.

“Hello?” Came out in a friendly baritone two rings later.

“Nick?”

“Yes?”

“Hi. This is Y/N.” God, this was really hard. Always was, and you were pretty sure it would never get easier. “Listen, about our date tonight…”

“You want to cancel.”

His voice was laden with disappointment, and, in that moment, you wished you still didn’t carry a torch for Thor. You could have seen a future with Nick; if you liked him as much as he liked you, the two of you probably would have gone the distance.

“Yeah…I’m really sorry. I just am not in the right state of mind for anything serious right now…” you scoffed, waving down a taxi. “I really wish I was.”

“…I do, too. But, if you ever do feel you’re ready for something more, you have my number.”

“You’d be the first guy I’d call.” You tried offering some comfort with that statement because, really, Nick deserved it. He had been nothing but sweet to you.

His chuckle was half-hearted, but he genuinely thanked you anyway before you both bid each other goodbye and hung up.

You closed the door of the yellow cab, telling the driver your home address before sitting back against the seat. You looked from your phone to the city outside your window. A particular tower caught your attention, one you had spent a lot of time in just a few years ago. It was the last place you saw Thor, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he was up to now.

The Avengers was on its way to destruction; the cracks were plain to see even during the events of Sokovia. Tony and Steve never saw eye-to-eye, and since no one really took an official leadership position after S.H.I.E.L.D. left the picture, the two most likely in the group were constantly butting heads while the rest of the members watched on, picking their own sides. Because of the drama and without a solid organization like S.H.I.E.L.D. to be your employer, you decided it was time to move on.

Of course, you only moved passed your time with the Avengers. Not with Thor. Perhaps, if you had had the chance to say goodbye, things would be different now.

Dwelling on the possibilities and what ifs made you choke up, so you forced yourself to think of less heavy things, such as dinner plans for this evening now that you weren’t going out and the list of things you had to do this coming weekend. Groceries, laundry, bills…The menial tasks.

Occupied by such things, transit time sped by, and before you knew it, you were in front of your building and handing the cab driver a couple of bills. You thanked him before heading up the stone stairs to the front door, and you were in the middle of opening it when you heard someone calling your name.

“Y/N!”

You froze at the deepness of the voice, knowing its owner almost immediately. You turned your head towards the direction your name had carried from, eyes widening as you took in the sight of both Thor and Loki, in street clothes no less. Although, the new garb did nothing to help either of them blend in. Thor was in jeans and a sweatshirt, but his long blonde locks were unmistakable. And Loki wore a pitch-black suit, his dark curls free from any bindings as he watched his brother come over to you.

“Thor?” You let go of the door handle, descending a few steps as a smile stretched across your face. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m looking for my father, Odin,” Thor replied, stopping on the sidewalk in front of your building. He pointed his umbrella at you. “Did you just come home?”

“Yes. I was working, but if you two need help…” you glanced at Loki, still a bit wary of him, before looking Thor in his beautiful blue eyes, “I would love to offer my services.”

And that was how you ended up here. The death of the king of Asgard, a long lost sister (that you knew about from mythology by the way), and a whole other realm away.

God, you hoped you would still have your job after this. When you agreed to help Thor find his father, you didn’t think it would take more than a couple of hours. Yet, here you were, months later in one of the most degrading outfits you had ever had the displeasure of wearing.

You honestly felt like princess Leia, with just a thin, gold-colored bra to cover your chest and a long skirt, in a similar fabric, that started at your hips and went down to your ankles. You’d think such a garment would offer some coverage, but, nope, both sides of the skirt had slits up to the waistband.

The Grandmaster had also insisted that your neck be exposed as well as your feet, so shoes and having your hair down was not allowed when you were in his presence. He also gifted you with gaudy, poorly made jewelry, such as large hoop earrings and a multitude of bracelets.

You spent most of your time with, surprisingly, Loki, with no hide or hair of Thor. It was disgusting watching the God of Mischief kiss up to the Grandmaster, but you couldn’t say you were doing much better. You remained mostly silent, deciding to pretend you were mute, when they first found you among the garbage.

You really didn’t know how you managed to avoid the orgy parties, but Loki had been kind enough to make up excuses for you. Although, there were a few times that you showed you outright refused to be involved in such behavior, especially with The Grandmaster, of all people.

Still, he was the least of your concerns. Bruce was on this planet, and had been for a while, long before you and Loki showed up. However, he was not himself. He was constantly in his Hulk form and was quite childish. He was the Grandmaster’s champion, and you had seen him in action; he was completely taken by the crowd. Hence, him being fine with staying here and obeying the Grandmaster.

Your other concern, which consumed most of your days, was Thor. Had Hela killed him? You hadn’t seen him anywhere on this miserable planet, and Loki had not gotten word from him either. The thought of him being dead was too much to bear, but you soon accepted that maybe that was what had happened. Why else would he not come for you or Loki?

“Mute! Drink!”

The Grandmaster’s voice broke through your thoughts, and you realized that he had been referring to you. The nickname, Mute, was given to you when you refused to give your actual name, and it stuck, unfortunately. Even Loki would call you by the name.

You moved from your spot, standing beside him, and poured some of the dark liquid from the pitcher you held into his gold gauntlet. He lifted his other hand to tell you to stop, and you did as he asked, moving back to your spot.

“Are you excited for this match, Mute?”

You nodded your head, suppressing the urge to roll your eyes. These competitions were getting rather mundane, considering you could always predict the outcome. If any contender even got close to defeating the Hulk, the Grandmaster would cheat.

“This one should be very interesting…” he smirked, sitting back in his seat as his giant hologram began to rile up the crowd.

You glanced at Loki, who sat across the box, leaning forward on his knees, elbows resting on them as he watched the challenger’s side intently. You wondered why he seemed so genuinely interested in this one; he usually only feigned enthusiasm.

Your gaze followed his to the contender’s door, seeing that it was now fully open. A small gasp blew passed your lips, and you brought up a hand to suppress anymore noise from your gaping mouth.

It was Thor. Even from all the way up above the colosseum, you knew it was him. Thor’s broad shoulders were unmistakable, and his muscular build was a dead give away. You had never seen anyone as big in stature as the God of Thunder.

But could he defeat the Hulk? Maybe, if it was a fair fight, but he wasn’t just dealing with the green mutant; he was dealing with the Grandmaster, who would not see his Champion lose.

You glanced at Loki again, and this time he caught you, nearly jumping when he saw your glare. He obviously knew that Thor was here, but he decided not to give you that tidbit of information. Why? Did he want his brother to be beaten to death?

What a stupid question. In the past, he would have done the honors, given the chance.

He would get an earful from you later.

Your attention turned back to the arena, where you saw Thor being booed relentlessly by the crowd. Above their negativity, the Grandmaster’s voice could be heard, announcing his champion.

You wondered how Thor would handle this. He did not know that he would be put up against a friend, but, somewhere in the Hulk, you knew Banner was there. Surely, he would recognize the Asgardian god, but then what? What would the Grandmaster do if his champion refused to fight?

Well–your eyes flickered to the Grandmaster for a moment before returning to the arena–you would soon find out.

The door that Hulk resided behind was torn to shreds as he entered the arena, his roar filling the air as he lifted his powerful arms. The war cry was followed by a shout of joy from the challenger, something no one was used to hearing.

You cracked a smile. Only Thor.

But your amusement was short lived as you watched the two converse. It was clear that the situation was escalating, but why? Didn’t Banner recognize Thor?

When Hulk rushed forward, his violent intent clear, you ran forward, placing your hands on the glass in front of you as you suppressed the urge to scream. You’ve seen what the Hulk could do, and even though Thor was his opponent, the Grandmaster would surely intervene if he got the upper hand.

This could only ever end one way.

Thor dodged his first attack, rolling to the side before bouncing to his feet. You bit your bottom lip, wincing from both the pain and how hard Thor was hit by the Hulk’s gigantic hammer. He skid across the ground, digging his weapon into the ground to eventually stop himself from flying further.

They then exchanged blows, Thor using twin blades, and Hulk still utilizing his supersized tools. You watched, holding your breath and nearly crying out when you saw Thor thrown into the colosseum wall, rock crumbling around him. He recovered, hitting his opponent back with a force much stronger, sending the green mutant through the colosseum wall.

The crowd went silent, and your heart stopped. As much as you worried for Thor, you did not wish harm on Bruce. He had always been kind to you, always inclusive of you.

Thor seemed to be as concerned as you, heading over to where Hulk had landed. You saw Bruce move, dazed and unsteady. You watched with bated breath as Thor held out a hand to him, an offer of truce, and you hoped the Hulk would accept it. He watched the blond god as he carefully approached, reaching out a hand…

For a moment, your racing heart slowed, and you felt joy, realizing that this must be it. This must be the end of the fight.

But it wasn’t.

Within the blink of an eye, Thor was being thrown around, the Hulk smashing him against the ground repeatedly. No mortal man would have survived the first blow to the head, even with the armor Thor sported.

Cheers erupted from the crowd as you looked on, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

Thor was sent flying, crashing to the ground with a horrible thud that you barely registered over the Hulk’s victorious roar. The spectators joined in, spurring him on, while the underdog got to his feet, now holding Hulk’s hammer.

The fight continued on, and it was a close one. There were times you were sure Thor would prevail, but then the Hulk would prove you wrong with a brutal attack. Eventually, it came down to just fists, no weapons, and when you saw him on top of the God of Thunder, repeatedly punching him, tears streamed down your face because you knew that had to hurt.

How could he bear it?

Then, just when you were about to give up completely, a bolt of lightening pushed the Champion off of his challenger. Now, it seemed Thor had the upper hand, and you had never seen such power before. He was a walking storm, each hit packing a punch that echoed like thunder.

The name being chanted from the stands switched. It was entertainment unlike any they had seen before. No one had given the Hulk such a hard time.

And that’s when the Grandmaster decided to do it.

In convulsions that made your own skin crawl to watch, Thor fell to the ground, and you couldn’t watch as the Champion took the opportunity and did what he did best: smash.

A sob escaped your throat as you turned from the glass. Almost immediately, you were in Loki’s arms, one of his palms on the back of your head, cradling it to his chest.

“Is he okay?” you whispered softly as the noise of victory died down.

“I can’t say, but I don’t think he’s dead,” Loki responded in a soft voice. “Not yet, anyways.”

Leisurely, deliberate claps reached your ears, and you lifted your head from under Loki’s chin to see the Grandmaster smirking at you. The expression on his face was enough to make you physically ill, but you held yourself back, pressing your lips together in a firm line.

“What a show, Mute,” he said, shaking his head as he stepped closer to you. “Were you really that taken with the Lord of Thunder?”

God. You wanted to correct him. God of Thunder. You clenched your fists.

“Well, I’ll be kind, then. Be grateful.” He laughed, folding his hands in front of him. “Since he and my champion are such good friends, I think I’ll allow them to be roommates. They can train together and give me more shows as good as this one. And, for providing such good entertainment, I’ll throw the Lord of Thunder a little bone…”

You narrowed your eyes at him, not sure you were following just what he intended to do with any of you, but you knew you didn’t have much of a choice.

“A bone?” Loki asked, a hint of malice in his tone as he tightened his hold on you.

“Why he no wake?”

You let out another sigh, reminding yourself to keep patient and calm, even if this was the twentieth time the Hulk had asked that question. “Because he was badly wounded, Hulk.”

“By me?” He almost seemed proud.

“Yes, by you,” you stated as you kept your eyes on Thor’s peaceful face. You moved carefully, so not to disturb him, as you dipped your cloth in a bowl of water the Grandmaster “oh so graciously” gifted to you. You wrung it out as best you could, keeping the lower half of your body still.

You had already examined most of Thor’s body earlier, looking for broken bones or any signs of internal bleeding. After the beating he went through, he should have had at least a few fractures, but there wasn’t a hint of swelling anywhere on his body, just a few minor cuts and bruises.

He really was a god.

“Why you hold him like that?”

Your cheeks flushed at the question. Why did the Hulk have to know why you were keeping Thor in your lap?

“It makes my job easier,” you answered. It wasn’t quite a lie. You could see a lot of his cuts closer up, and making sure you had cleaned them well enough was less difficult this way. “Plus, you won’t share your bed.”

Your green companion huffed at that, turning on the mattress to show you his back.

You shook your head at his childishness, wishing Banner would take over already. While Hulk did have his likeable moments, he had become quite the narcissist since becoming the Grandmaster’s Champion.

To say you were a little ticked off at him for treating Thor as an enemy was an understatement.

A groan from the person laying on your thighs made you still your hand, only gently dabbing at a particularly bad cut on his brow. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open only to be squeezed shut again as he lifted a palm to the top of his head. “Ow…”

“How are you feeling?” you asked, lowering the arm that was currently tending to his wound.

Thor opened his eyes again, gaze focusing on your face above his. “Y/N?”

“Yes?”

He shot up to a sitting position before groaning again, his body swaying slightly. You touched his shoulder, urging him to be more considerate of his condition.

Apparently, he was more concerned with your presence than his own well-being. He turned to face you completely, his legs crossed, blue orbs wide. “You ended up here, too?”

You nodded. “Loki arrived before me.”

“Wow…It is so good to see you!” he exclaimed, a boyish grin on his lips as he took in your appearance. “Are you okay? Did Loki look after you?” He paused, lifting an eyebrow. “Why are you dressed like that? That man…the Grandmaster? He didn’t lay a finger on you, did he? If he did, I swear to you, Y/N…”

You lifted your hands, attempting to calm him down. “I’m fine, Thor, really. Loki did watch over me…in his own way…And despite the get-up I am forced to wear, the Grandmaster has done nothing more than leer.” This knowledge seemed to placate the man before you, and he let out a heavy sigh, shoulders slumping.

His attention then shifted from you to the bowl and bloody rag next to it. “Were you caring for me?”

The way he phrased the question sent heat to your face, forcing you to bow your head. “Yes…Although, you did not need much first aid.”

“Regardless, I thank you for it.” He nodded, his calloused fingers brushing against your bare shoulder in a gesture of gratitude.

All was silent for a moment, save the Hulk’s snoring, until Thor parted his lips to speak again, his brows furrowed. “Your eyes are red. Were you crying?”

Slightly embarrassed that he had noticed, you chuckled nervously, still avoiding directly looking at him. “Oh…uh…I was at the match, and at the end, I thought you were, well…”

“Oh…You were watching the fight, then.” His baritone voice seemed flat. “It brings me great joy that you worried so much for me, but, as you can see, thanks to you, I am more than fine.”

“Yes. I seem to forget that you are a god.” You smile, trying not to dwell on his hand, which still rested on your left shoulder. It slid down to your palm, his fingers engulfing it as he brought your skin to his lips.

“Thank you, again. I seem to always find myself indebted to you.” His kiss lingered, and you knew you had to be red from head to toe because of it.

“It’s uh…no problem,” you replied, averting your gaze as his hands slipped from yours.

Thor got to his feet, turning as he took in his environment. “Where are we?”

“This is the Hulk’s room.” You stood, bending down to take the bowl of water from the floor. “He spends most of his time here or training.”

“I see…” he trailed off, heading towards the window. “Do you know how the Hulk got here?”

You met his gaze over his shoulder. “When I asked, he said he flew here.”

“Flew?” he whispered, mindful of the sleeping giant as he turned partially toward you, the sun illuminating the perplexed lines of his face. “How? He can’t fly.”

“I don’t know, honestly. I would assume the quinjet, but…” you shrugged, not quite confident in that assumption. You hadn’t thought to ask Hulk about it, and if it was on this planet, you weren’t sure it was in working conditions. Scavengers had probably dissembled most of it, selling or finding new use for its parts.

“That is very likely…” he said, falling silent as he looked over at Banner. He sighed after a few moments. “I’ll just ask when he wakes. We’ll need his help to escape.”

“He won’t want to,” you informed him, the corners of your mouth falling. “I already asked him if he would help me escape, but even when I begged, he absolutely refused to.”

“What? Why?” Thor’s brow knitted together.

“Well, I think he likes the attention he gets here. You’ve seen how they cheer for him in that coliseum.”

“I will talk to him,” Thor stated gravely, bringing a hand up to his face to stroke his beard. “We’ll need the help of the Valkyrie as well…”

“The Valkyrie?” Your face lit up like a Christmas tree, and you took a step closer to Thor. “They are here?”

He chuckled at your excitement. “One is. She’s actually the one that brought me here…But it won’t be easy to convince her…” His mood deflated as he said this. “She holds an immense amount of hatred towards me.”

“Why is that? From what I’ve read, they fight for Odin.” You shake your head, confused.

“They did…I don’t know what happened,” he exhaled, closing his eyes briefly. “This won’t be easy, but at least I have you on my side…” He trailed off, eyes narrowing as the focused on you.

Heat crawled up your neck as you withstood his intent stare, but it only got worse when he took long, deliberate strides to stand right before you, his hand lifting to touch the small, metal crater that was inserted into your skin. It matched his, and its purpose was no different. Should you act out, you would be punished.

You heard Thor’s sharp intake of breath, his lips pressing into a taut line. “Have they used this?” The tips of his digits caressed the skin near the obedience disk, causing you to unconsciously shiver. You prayed he didn’t notice.

“N-No…I haven’t given them a reason to.”

“Good.” His muscles relaxed, the severity of his expression disappearing some. “This complicates things. I have to find a way to get that off of you.” He withdrew his hand, backing away from you. “How long has he been asleep?”

“Huh? Oh…Hulk? He went to bed just before you woke up.” You blinked, cursing yourself internally for sounding like such a lovesick fool. You’d be beyond shocked if Thor didn’t know the effect he had on you and why.

“Shit…Okay. I’ll wait.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t want to get him any angrier.” He sat down by the window, resting his elbows on his knees. After a few seconds of silence, and you awkwardly standing after putting the bowl down on a table, Thor turned to you. “Come, sit. Tell me of your life since Ultron.”

You gave him a hint of a smile before moving to sit beside him, and he shifted in the seat to face you better. “What do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

Since the Battle of New York, whenever Loki showed up, you weren’t the happiest of campers. You could tolerate him, but you didn’t trust him as far as you could throw him; for good reason, too, because he did try to betray both you and Thor during your escape from Sakaar, just as the God of Thunder had anticipated.

Now, however, as you were attempting to defend yourself against an undead army, you were the happiest you had ever been to see the God of Mischief. You were never a fighter, and maybe with a safe place for the Asgardians, you could actually begin to help those injured.

Loki spotted you immediately, yelling to his people to board the ship before making his way over to you. Once he reached you, he grabbed you by the shoulders. “Thor has told me that you have the power to heal.”

“Well, in a way…” You were about to explain how you had no magical abilities, that your methods were entirely based on medical science, but you decided that now was probably not the time.

“Come.” He wrapped an arm around your torso, fighting his way back to the ship. “I have found a healer!” Loki announced loudly over the sounds of frantic citizens. They made a path for you, allowing you to get aboard the spaceship ahead of many.

As soon as Loki had declared you someone that could help, people were rushing forward with friends and family members, asking for your help. It was very had to do with very limited supplies, but luckily, many were willing to offer up parts of their clothing as bandages. Quite a few people also had jugs of water, similar to canteens, while others had filled them with some form of alcohol.

Despite help from many, you were one woman, and it was very difficult to keep up with the number of patients you were receiving, some far more wounded than others. You tried to prioritize, and it became clear that this was also quite the task. You could not see all your patients at once, so it was hard to determine who was more in need of care than another. You tried your best to recall your training, including the ABCs of prioritization: Airway, Breathing, Circulation.

Finally, a brave Asgardian offered up her services, followed by a few others. You quickly explained what you needed them to do, giving them those that came in with less complicated injuries. With more people helping you out, you moved onto those that were hurt fighting the undead. And, god, you had never seen so much blood…You didn’t typically deal with stab wounds or missing limbs on your unit of the hospital, but, with your knowledge of how the body worked, you knew what you had to do.

The sounds of agonizing screams as you cleaned deep lesions or bound gaping holes would haunt you in your sleep. You were sure of it. Without access to painkillers, it was very difficult to care for those in writhing pain. You would have given them alcohol, and some did ask for it, but you were reserving it for sterilization because it did better than water.

What really killed you, though, was when you were unable to save someone. Their loved ones would be circled around you, and with one look at the patient, you knew, even as an Asgardian, they would not survive. You still did your best, but by then, those around you would realize it, too.

You didn’t have time to mourn with them, to exercise proper family-centered care, as you were taught to do.

Tears would stream down your face as you moved to the next person that needed you, and it didn’t sit well with you. Your own heart would tighten because you didn’t deal with death often–you were in the business of preventing death–and it meant you failed. While the more rationale side of you knew that there was nothing you could have done, your emotions refused to listen.

It made it hard to concentrate, especially with the sounds of war right outside. At some point, thunder had joined the cacophony, and you wondered if Thor had been victorious against Hela. But the fighting would of stopped right? The steady stream of patients would have stopped. It didn’t. You were still overwhelmed.

Why didn’t it stop?

The ship began to move, and your head cleared enough for you to focus again. You had all the time in the world to freak out later.

More people rushed in–the last, you thought and hoped–and you quickly urged a man close to you. “Keep the pressure on his elbow, please!” He just nodded numbly as you got to your feet, shouting above the screams. “If anyone needs medical attention, please come to me!”

And then you were flooded again. More volunteers came forward.

“What is your name?” A man with dark skin and eyes unlike any you had seen came forward, lowering a woman to the ground before you.

“I am Y/N.” The words were hurried from your throat as you ripped some of the woman’s cloak to wrap around the gash on her shoulder. “Hold my hand,” you told her, and she nodded, wrapping her fingers about yours. She squeezed, hard, when you doused her wound with alcohol and then drenched it with water to, hopefully, deaden the alcohol’s effect.

“So you are the one he spoke of,” the man whispered, helping the woman to her feet after you had wrapped her injury. She leaned on him as he stared at you, studying your features. “You are the Midgardian that lifted Thor’s hammer.”

“You know about that?” you asked, a bit breathless as you ripped more of your skirt for bandages.

“Yes. I am Heimdell,” he introduced himself with a small smile. “On behalf of all the Asgardians, I thank you for your help.”

“It is no trouble,” you said before seeing to a man who had lost his arm in battle. On your way to him, shots rang out, and you froze, eyes darting to the man who held two guns, similar to those that you had on Earth. You turned to Heimdell. “We are leaving Asgard?”

“Yes. Thor has asked that we do.”

“But he is still fighting?”

Heimdell gave you a look, one that answered all the questions you had lined up in your head. Your chest constricted, making it impossible to breathe, but you ignored the feeling and marched over to the man that was in need of care.

If Thor died, he would not die in vain. You would save as many of his people as you possibly could.

But, as fate would have it, Thor was on the ship with Valkyrie and the Hulk minutes later, making a ruckus as he called for you. When he saw you, he did not hesitate to take you from whoever you had just finished tending to and bring you into his arms.

“You are well,” he said, chest heaving as he pulled you in closer. He smelled of sweat and blood, but you didn’t care. His hug calmed you in ways you did not understand; after just being through a war, something you had never experienced before, you were moments from falling apart.

You peered up at him, choking on whatever words you had for him when you saw…

“What the fuck happened to your eye!?”

And the blond bastard just let his head fall back, his one remaining eye squeezing closed, as his booming laugh filled your ears.

“There.” You took a step back, exhaling softly as you lowered your arm to your side. “I’ve never had to patch up an eye, but I suppose there is a first time for everything.”

“Yes. I suppose so.” Thor’s lips stretched into a grin, but something about it was fake. How could he smile in such times, when he had been through so much?

You stared at him for a moment, and, evidently, your scrutiny was too much for the god. “What?”

Moving to sit beside him on the bed, you took his hand in both of yours, peering at his face. “How are you?”

“What do you–?”

“This couldn’t have been easy for you. Hell, I’m still having trouble with everything that happened, but you’ve just been through a lot more than I have, Thor. You lost a father, you killed your sister, and your home has been reduced to space dust. And that’s just the main stuff.”

Thor chuckled lightly, but there was nothing cheerful about it. He put his other hand on top of yours, patting it gently. “All that happened, yes, but those are matters I don’t really have the energy to think about. What is really bothering me, is the role I must assume. I have people I have to take care of.”

You nodded, swallowing thickly as his blue eyes captured you, making you unable to look away.

“How do you do it?”

You leaned back in shock, not having expected him to ask you that, of all things. You scoffed, pulling away from him slightly. “I…Wow. Um…Thor, being a king and being a nurse are very different things.”

He shook his head, the wrinkles accompanying his laugh genuine this time. “You are wrong, Y/N. Your training, while not inclusive of the aspects of governing a country, does include the basic thing that a king must have.”

“And what is that?”

“Compassion.”

You giggled despite his seriousness. “Then why are you asking me what you already know?”

And for the first time since he met Valkyrie, you experienced a sight that set your heart aflame: Thor being embarrassed. He bowed his head with a tint of pink to his face. “I suppose you are right…”

“Thor.” You scooted closer to him, meeting his gaze. “You will make a fine king.”

The corners of his mouth lifted as he moved his dominant hand from yours to slowly brush your cheek with his knuckles. “Thank you. For everything. And I am sorry…So very sorry…”

Your breath caught in your throat as Thor sincerely apologized to you, and water blurred your vision of him. “Don’t apologize.” You begged. “Please.”

“Oh, Y/N…” You felt him touch the side of your face, fingers brushing the soft curve of it. “Do not cry.” His voice cracked as he said this.

“You know…” you sniffled, lifting a hand. “I just…I saw a bit what war is like today as well as its casualties…And despite the fact I should have been focused on what I was doing, maybe I would have saved a few more people…”

Thor hushed you, cupping your face in both his large hands, thumbs swiping away the drops that spilled down your skin. “You did more than enough. Asgard thanks you for it.”

“But…all I could think about was how much I didn’t want to lose you…” you sobbed, closing your eyes to avoid seeing his reaction to your confession. “And I know it’s selfish, but I don’t want to go back to Earth and just go on living like this never happened because I won’t be able to…”

Thor’s fingers stilled long before you finished speaking, and when all was silent, save your staggered breathing and the pounding of your blood organ against your chest wall, you felt warmth upon your tear-stained cheeks. Strong arms pulled you into a body that radiated heat, and supple lips brushed against yours.

“I won’t be able to, either.” The words were soft against your mouth as a palm came up to run along your temple. “I need you, too.”

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dancekickboxcardio · 6 years ago

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Infectious nurse 👩🏼‍⚕️ on duty. I am tired 😓, sore on my shoulders and a little chinky in my physical health. You really can tell when you look 👀 inward and observe. Like I’ll point out right away, Stephanie was splendid yoga 🧘🏼‍♀️. Not only do we have new poses 🙆🏼‍♀️ and yay 😀 hip flexors, she also pointed out the great difference when your muscles 💪🏾 🦵🏾 and tissues are stretched out. I noted for myself 💭 yeah, the leftside is stiff. Realizing and noticing those small changes that these expert staff know because of their training. You might be a health professional and you understand but you are not familiar with the mechanics 🧰.

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I love 💕 this song. One of Melissa K’s dance 💃🏼 tunes. I’m not going to talk about the party we had yesterday yet instead detail the events that could have contributed to my low immune defenses. I am not sick 🤒, but prevention is the key 🔑. Find the vector. 🔎

(1) I was in a hurry muscle foam rolling to get to Zumba 🕴🏻. All the stuff 🦠 on the floor on my zip up and pants 👖.

(2) I left my drink from the party uncovered.

(3) I forgot to wear my hat 🧢 coming out of Target.

(4) I slept 🛏 late.

However, Dad points out right that vitamins are found in food 🥘. I say they basically spend their waking hours in the gym 🏃🏼‍♀️ 💪🏾 full of people. Forget the executives, but those doctors 🥼 from the hospital 🏥. Are they carrying C. Diff? I didn’t stock up on my needs. I didn’t knock myself up. I didn’t also cheap up because I figured that mint is a stimulant and anti-nausea. Yeah, Lipton shall do the trick and Tazo is like Starbucks but I am goin g after what meets my exact needs. I am not sure 🤔 how much Kombucha you need everyday. I only got one bottle for the best price 💲💲💲💲💲. I’ll look 👀 it up. I also love 💕 the BJ’s Dannon yogurt probiotics. I’ll see how much they are. They could be a good everyday preventative.

Also, I would like to add that my theory well, Pavlov’s work. But the question begs to what extent to humans who reason and feels. So I went to bed 😴 early feeling tiresome. Ah, I drank my espresso ☕️ early. Nevertheless, I couldn’t shut off. Active mind. I didn’t unwind and slow down 〰️ like duh 🙄. I just felt like AI could call it a day and don’t want to do anything anymore. Well, I am tossing and turning. Then, I ate chocolate cookies 🍪 from Germany 🇩🇪 which I found my Dad loves ❤️ too 🤦🏼‍♀️. But it worked like magic without melatonin. After the extra almond spekulatius, Germans have a way with packing a word with many things I doze off like magic ✨. I have midnight 🕛 snacks 🥮 after my sleeping aid.

To do today:

(1) Process laundry 🧺

(2) Cook 👩🏼‍🍳

(3) Watch TV 📺

(4) Journal 📓

(5) Finish a book 📚

(6) Study 📖 American Consitution with Kermit Roosevelt. He’s like excellent.

Like I started an STNA. You are insulting your friends. I am insulting a wannabe social climbing charity loafer. It’s called merit, and resources your well-connected.

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cocasugar · 6 years ago

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C DIFF Relief

I've had it for a few days now and heres what has helped me out. (Will continue adding things as I heal)

1. Hug a squishy pillow to sleep! For some reason the light pressure of spooning a soft pillow eases the pain alittle (and anxiety as well)

2. If you are taking liquid venco (waaaay cheaper than the pill version) you are allowed to wash down the nasty taste with water.

3. DRINK WATER. Seriously. This aids the healing process and keeps you from getting other things on top of cdiff (like the sinus infection I caught right before my flare)

4. Cheese. This might sound odd and may not work for everyone but even in the cdiff tag im not alone on this one. Grilled cheese with chicken broth has been my favorite meal and pretty easy to digest.

5. Use google doccuments or whatever you want to type up your medical history and in big bold font put NO ANTIBIOTICS I AM CDIFF (or cdi) REACTIVE!!! Carry said paper in your bag or car for use at ANY place you can think of that might try to give you antibiotics ( this includes places like the dentist ) You never know when something might send you to the hospital so it is best to be prepared so you don't have to go through this again over a doctor that fucked up like mine did.

6. HYGINE!!! WASH YOUR HANDS FOR 20 SECONDS OR MORE!!! PLEASE!!! cdiff is super hard to kill but theres a new medical clorox out there "clorox health care fuzion" claiming it kills cdiff on hard surfaces and then theres a lysol laundry sanitizer for clothes and bedding.

[Edit] Now that the antibiotics are over its time to deep clean EVERYTHING but more importantly supply good stuff to the barren wasteland that is the gut after antibiotics. Taking a probiotic in the morning and eating probiotic rich foods like yogurt or miso soup is SO IMPORTANT to ward off reinfection.

You got this and you are not alone!!!

#cdiff #cdi #crohns #ulcerative collitis #antibiotics #infection #ibd #ibs #autoimmune #doctor #idk how to do the read more link on mobile sorry

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verycunninglinguist · 8 years ago

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getting back in that grad school mood, or: to do list for the week, because i have been traveling for the past two weeks and my apartment/iife is a shitshow

non-academic:

make sure i do the daily food/hygiene things because depression is the Worst so i gotta remind myself to, like, eat and change into a diff sports bra at some point

make dinner plans using stuff i have in the pantry and freezer

go for a walk each day

go to the gym tuesday, thursday, friday

wash all laundry inc sheets, towels, and blanket; fold and put away

figure out + pick up prescription

clean out fridge and pantry; check for expired stuff

take out trash + recycling monday night

clean room

steam + hang all buttondowns

organize paperwork and materials for my new job

take test for my new job + email results

finish unpacking last bin from when i moved in may because i am the Worst

academic/organization:

clean + disinfect desk

email profs a, b, c for the semester asking about syllabi and first assignments

prep for training on wed - pack bag, check time and place, etc

email about RA assignment for the semester

label academia filing folder for semester

organize email folders, desktop folders, physical folders, ulysses folders

figure out which books i need to return to the lib and which i need to renew

mark all university-wide holidays, etc on calendar and in planner

#to do #academia #grad school #food //

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the-tales-of-horror · 8 years ago

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The Price of Sugar

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When I was a little girl, if you’d asked me what I wanted to be, ‘starving artist’ wouldn’t have even been on the list. Most likely I would have told you ‘a dinosaur’ or ‘an astronaut’ – and later, when I realised that children couldn’t become dinosaurs and brown girls from New Zealand couldn’t become astronauts, I would have said ‘a teacher’ or ‘a nurse’. At school I got progressively worse at every subject but English and Art, but in my teens my aunty got me a part-time job as a cleaner at the local hospital. I thought at the time that the money wasn’t too awful, and I was good at it. I enjoyed cleaning; even if sometimes what I was cleaning was explosive diarrhoea or blood-laced vomit. After a while you got used to most of the smells. Well, except for Clostridium difficile – otherwise known as ‘C. Diff’. But thankfully I rarely had to clean up after one of those patients. Eventually my minimum wage salary let me quit school and rent a tiny, grimy, one-bedroom place in a block of concrete flats. When I wasn’t working or sleeping, I made art, to sell down at the markets on Saturday morning. And so I became a poor, part-time artist.

There are certain staples every poor person needs in their cupboards. Potatoes and rice were mine; both were dirt cheap and could be made into a variety of dishes. Growing up with equally poor parents and strictly enforced gender roles meant that mum had taught me early on how to cook dishes that would stretch for several meals. “Rice is great,” she had said, “You can have it sweet for breakfast and you can have it plain for lunch and dinner.” And cabbage. Everything seemed to have cabbage in it. But I still had my little luxuries in my tiny flat; a jar of peanut butter, some wild Manuka honey comb from my uncle up north and a big jar of raw sugar for my cups of tea. You’ll understand then, why I was upset when ants started coming inside. They were really small things, some of the smallest ants I’d ever seen. When I got up in the morning, they would be swarmed around the tiniest crumb of dropped food, dividing it up and carrying it back to their nest in a steady brown-black pilgrimage of little bodies. I didn’t begrudge them at first – I knew what it was like to be hungry. And I could appreciate more than most people that they were cleaning up my mess, doing me a service. But when they ate a hole clean through the paper of my spare bag of raw sugar, I decided I’d had enough.

Borax and sugar, I discovered, was a good home-made ant killer. We had plenty of borax-based cleaning products at work, for clearing drains and dissolving really stubborn filth. So I mixed up a solution as the internet instructed me, then left it in a saucer on the kitchen bench. It didn’t take long for my tiny unwelcome guests to find it; an hour later, a pair of ants ambled across the clean white formica and found the saucer. According to my research, they would feed on it, then carry it back to the nest, where others would join the chain, until the poison had filled their home. All going well, they would be dead within a week, and I wouldn’t have a bug problem anymore. So when one ant supped at the poison, then settled down on the edge of the saucer beside a companion, I wondered if I’d mixed it too strong and killed the ant outright. But continued observation showed it was still alive, grooming its antennae and legs, patiently waiting under the apparent supervision of its friend. Using the opportunity to study a rarely quiescent ant, I took out my sketchbook and started drawing them, while I perched on the sole chair in my flat. By the time I was yawning and craving my bed, the two ants were still sitting patiently on the edge of the saucer. In the morning, when I emerged for a cup of tea after my shower, the saucer remained untouched – only the body of the poisoned ant remaining, its little legs curled up against its body in strangely foetal death pose. My attempt to poison the nest had failed.

The next week, they ripped another hole in the sugar bag (which I’d placed inside a plastic bag) and emptied half of the contents. Incensed, I hung the bag from a hook in the laundry roof. The next morning, the empty bag lay forlornly on the floor, not a single grain of sugar remaining. Frustrated, I went out and bought some proper ant bait from the supermarket – along with another bag of sugar. When I got home, I placed the bait on the floor of the pantry and the sugar bag in a bowl, which was in turn placed in a larger bowl full of water. The family of sugar thieves was about to get their comeuppance. I slept fitfully, the bedroom door wide open, irrationally listening for the sounds of tiny intruders. Some part of me was convinced that they were conspiring against me; I had fragmented dreams of oversized ants crawling through my cupboards, chewing holes through glass and plastic, eating all the food they could find. Eventually I got up, unable to sleep, and stumbled to the kitchen for a glass of water. As the light flickered on, I saw movement. The sugar bag had been removed from the bowl and lay sideways on the bench. Ants scattered madly across the counter, scurrying away to any crack or cranny they could find – their mouths no doubt full of my sugar. Thinking quickly, I grabbed a glass from the sink and placed it over the top of one of the trailing ants, who had just emerged from the nearly empty bag. I’d caught one of the little thieves.

It was definitely watching me. Wherever I went, it positioned itself so that it had a clear view of me through the glass. If I came close, if I looked at it, the ant would rear up on its legs and tap the glass with its one good antennae – the other one had been bent by the glass coming down on it. “I’m not letting you go,” I told it, “Not until you stop thieving my sugar.” Tap, tap, tap. I realised that it was much, much bigger than the ants that had first come into the house. This one was glossy and dark, as though freshly polished with bootblack. The enlarged features lent its face anthropomorphic qualities that made me uncomfortable keeping it in the glass prison. “I could kill you, you know,” I continued, “but I’m not going to. I’ll make you a deal; I’ll put a little bowl of clean sugar outside the front door at night and you can eat that. Just leave my stuff alone.” The ant stared at me through the glass. “Okay?” Tap, tap, tap. With a sigh, I lifted the glass. The ant’s good antennae wiggled furiously for a second, then it industriously trundled away and disappeared into the crack between the stove and the bench.

Whether it had truly understood me, I don’t know, but the outside feeding bowl was working. At night the ants would crowd around the bowl, then chaingang the entire contents back to their nest. As though satisfied with this arrangement, they left my kitchen alone. I laughed at the whole idea; it was like a tiny, insectoid mafia racket. So long as I gave them their cut of the sugar on the regular, they left me alone. But even though I was happy enough with the deal, someone else wasn’t. My neighbour Charles. An older gentleman of European heritage, Charles didn’t have much time for people like me. If I had my cheap portable stereo up too loud, he would hammer on my door with his walking stick until I turned it down. I couldn’t even watch T.V. at a decent volume, so instead I just watched pirated movies on my crappy phone with headphones in. The commotion outside definitely included the strident, petulant voice of Charles yelling about something. Opening the door, I found him on my doorstep, a smashed sugar bowl kicked halfway down the concrete path and the squashed bodies of fat ants strewn around my threadbare doormat. “You stupid darkie,” he roared at me, “you bloody ignorant savage!” “Evening, Charles.” “What the hell are you doing feeding ants, you stupid woman?” “Keeps them out of the house,” I started explaining, but he cut me off. “I’ll tell the ruddy landlord about this. He’ll have your guts for garters – you’ll be evicted by the end of the week, you mark my words.” “Goodnight, Charles,” I said, smiling tightly and closing the door in his face. He ranted for a while after that, then fell silent, heading back to his flat. In the morning, all the bodies of the ants were gone, and a completely repaired sugar bowl sat neatly on my doormat.

I didn’t hear anything from the landlord, nor from Charles. I didn’t dare feed the ants again, for fear of causing more trouble. Almost three weeks after the incident, a lone fat ant wended its way across the kitchen bench and sat beside my cup of tea. With its one good antennae, it touched the surface of my cup. Tap, tap, tap. Then it ambled away, unconcernedly, and disappeared down the crack it had crawled from. That night I left a bowl of sugar outside, and in the morning there was a surprise for me. Sitting in the empty bowl was a beautiful creamy-white pendant. I’d tried my hand at bone carving, but despite my artistic talents, I’d never been very good at it. Whoever had made this piece was a true artist; it was a flawless double spiral covered in tiny, intricately etched whorls and patterns, much like the ones worn by my ancestors. And every morning after that one, a new bone carving appeared, just as beautiful and cunningly crafted as the last.

They sell well at the market, the pendants. Well enough to keep my little friends in sugar for a lifetime. The police never found out what happened to Charles. They say that forensics could find nothing – no sign of forced entry, no signs of a struggle. It was as if the old man had simply disappeared. The new neighbour turned up on Saturday, a sour-faced old woman. On the very first night she bashed on the wall and yelled obscenities when I turned on my T.V. I can’t wait to take her to market.

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tilliwriteapine · 8 years ago

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I guess when I do my laundry I only have white underwear (which stay white?!!), and it's underwear, so I don't care? Like, I wear everything else colored. Literally. And even with hot water for those c-diff nights at work my clothes are all the same color as they were when I bought them. No grey tones, no ruined whites, and less wasting of water!

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bre4nn20 · 7 years ago

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01 dec 2018

ayoooo im back cakcscakcak again baby lmfaooo. this time, SINGLE. i love it. it's been abt 3 weeks since we broke up and i couldnt give a dookie less what he has going on, thinks or wants from me. met a guy on POF lol. his name is byron or king and this man is rockin my world. 28, 6ft with 3 kids. some tattoos. darkskin unff. i messaged him first and told him i was listening 2 the rain and he said mayb 1 day we could do that together. then he told me it's the part where I pick out where i want 2 eat at lol. after that, getting in contact w him was a hit or miss. we did get to chat one time though. fast forward a couple of days, i called him @midnight and woke him out of his sleep. he had 2 b up for work @5. i had no fucking idea. i was scrolling through my sm and he hit me back like " u woke me up, wya, come over and let me hold u". i was game, just shaved my kitty and knew what i was working with. so i sent him my address and he said i was 2 far so we would have after he gets off of work. we were texting and i sent em my thot pics and he was like "yeah imma pull ur hair" and I told him that wasn't my hair in the pic LMFAO. he hit back that's he's mad bc his dick got hard & he wanted me. i told him i was already rdy and he said fuck it im omw. he lives in the hood but he would hurt somebody if they tried to steal my purse or something lol. his place wasn't dirty but he didn't have a bed. we got right to it in the dark. OMFG i was not expecting his dick 2 b that huge. like tv remote thick and long huge.its a lot to fit in ur mouth and i do my best. he like the shit. the Magnum barely fit over his dick. so @ 1st he fucks me from the side. jay didn't have enough d to do me like that so this was new. he literally had me in every position. we fucked 3 times and he pulled out the last 2 times 🙊🙈 i asked if i could call him daddy and that's our thing now. and he was STUNNED @how wet this pussy STAYS. how i didn’t let him know it was like that. "oh your nigga done fucked up. i can c why he was crazy" it was hot and dirty and i loved every second of it. im a good shit talker and ik he likes dat 💋😋🤭 omfg my ponytail came off and he did not care lmaooo. he fucked me just right, it was rough just enough with the ass smacking, moving me in diff positions, "deepthroating" and hair pulling. im proud that my pussy could handle it bc i was moaning like a slut. mmmf i love letting them know how good their dick feels and gripping the sheets, looking them in the eyes, scratching their back arms legs and kissing their necks and ears. he told me i had a high sex drive and ig i do if it's good. u have sex to bust a nut and have fun. we cuddled afterwards and im happy he doesn't snore. i was smelling him bc he smelled like jolly ranchers. right before he closed his eyes, he told me he was gonna beat it up b4 he went 2work. and that's exactly what he did. he was late 2 work but i was worth it. he took a shower b4 and came in the room with the towel wrapped around his waist and i wear that shit was just like an old spice commercial and it soaks my pantiessss. and he calls me baby, i looooveeee it. he asked if he could get this pussy after work and then asked for it everyday!!! so he dropped me off @home and we kissed goodbye.

i slept and got up and showered/brushd my teeth. i accidentally sent him a text that was meant 4 Sarah abt my ponytail and he hit me back saying my pussy is fire and asked can we go again. i said absolutely and sent him a nudie. he was asking 2 c more n shit and i didn't hit back. we didn't fuck again that night bc he was busy eh 🤷‍♀️. i got a "gm" text the next morning and he didn't ring me until i was asleep. he woke me up out my sleep this time lmao. he asked if i wanted to spend some time with him and i said yeah sure. he was gonna call me an uber but that didn’t work out. he even asked me to give him some road head and i said hell to the naw. so it’s raining and he comes and gets me and we go 2 thorntons 2 buyba swisher. it took the longest to get the shit bc she was counting the drawers and he said he thought the store was getting robbed lmao. then he was telling me about how he bought laundry dtrgnt and left it on top of the machine while it was in the spin cycle and once he got back to it, he barely had any liquid left. i told him he needs to buy some of the pods lol. we go back to his place and he showed me that he had cleaned up and it did look a lot better. he rolled us a blunt and was saying oh u have a lot to say during sex but sitting here, you’re quiet af. and i told him that that is just me and once i get to know him better, i’ll b more chatty. we smoked and he was upset i didn’t hug or kiss him like i didn’t know who he was lol. he asked if i missed him and i said yeah did u miss me and he said yeah im hooked on u. i brought up the spongebob episode were they were on the hooks and he said his fave episode is when they were cussing. he wanted us to smoke in the dark and of course i dropped the damn blunt on him. then i asked what he was thinking abt while i was holding his dick and he said how much u c somebody's personality when you're w them. idk i guess he likes my goofy ass. we got to fucking and he was told me that he would b fucked up if i gave my pussy to somebody else, that he wouldn’t give up his and he’s gonna claim my pussy. 🙄 i was doing more shit talking, like when i was on top, i told him imma throw it back on him and to let ya girl put in some work. i didn’t mean ya girl is in i want to be his 😬😬 and then he was fucking me from the side again which i now love cause i can look back at him n say nasty shit. but he was doing that and it sounded like a drum so that’s what i said and told him he’s my drummer boy/drummer daddy and he just fucked me harder. he even had to stop and talk to god while fucking me lmfao. then he said he wanted to cut the lights on and c it all in motion. so we did and i was laying on my stomach while he was going @it and i told him it was a good idea daddy u always have the best ideas. u got good dick too daddy. and he told me baby u got good pussy but u already knew that. omgggg so he was knocked out after that and i stayed up hitting my pen, watching tv and i was geeked. 1st i was watching blue clues then aqua teen hunger force and this homeless man was trying to buy the house, said he was a tree wizard and stole the tv.

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patrickamadeu · 7 years ago

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Tips to Naturally Reduce Stress … Starting Now!

Stress kills. No, really… Even if a person has all the other factors right, high levels of stress can derail health. Unfortunately, just knowing stress is a problem doesn’t fix it. If you’re like me, the need to reduce stress just adds another item on the “to-do” list. Laundry… check. Dishes… check. De-stress… not so much. While I’m far from perfect at this step in my own quest for better health, it doesn’t stop me from searching for answers… Reducing Stress: The Silent Killer You can eat all the healthy organic food in the world and take all the best supplements, but if you’re stressed, it will undo it all. Chronic stress keeps stress hormones elevated, suppresses the immune system, and can put you at higher risk for heart disease or cancer. If high stress levels continue over extended periods of time, this puts you at higher risk for many diseases and can shorten your lifespan. Elevated stress hormones will interfere with the body’s ability to properly digest and assimilate food and even lowers insulin sensitivity, which can lead to weight gain or pre-diabetes. Factors besides just mental or emotional stress can create the same physical reaction. Toxins from our food, water, and air can create a stress reaction in the body, as can an unhealthy diet or lack of sleep. What Causes Stress? Physical, emotional/mental, or chemical factors can trigger stress reactions. Bad news for us, since these sources are abundant these days! So why does everyone seem to be so stressed out? There’s a lot of factors, but several come to mind: Poor diet – We have a wide range of processed food to choose from these days, grown from soil significantly lacking of nutrients, which makes the body think it is in famine mode. Concentrations of toxins – These come from food (Diet Coke anyone?), personal care products, and the environment around us and they cause a legitimate stress on the body and can interrupt normal bodily functions. Emotional stress – If you’re a parent, you’re familiar with this one I’m sure! (If you’re pregnant right now, probably even more!) Research also shows emotional stress can follow us from childhood. Physical stress – This can come from obvious factors like injury or trauma, but also from less obvious sources like lack of good fats (which are needed for proper hormone production), constant input from digital devices, and lack of sleep. (Repeat: lack of sleep can cause physical stress!) Add up all these factors, and it is quite logical that we are under more stress these days than when life or death situations (like invaders, wild animals, or famine) presented themselves daily. The truth is, we don’t know how to get rid of stress … because we don’t know how to fight a threat we can’t see. What is very visible and definitely not a figment of the imagination is the negative effect stress has on our physical health. What Stress Does to the Body As I mentioned before, stress causes tangible physical reactions in the body that prepare it for dangerous situations. This is the classic “fight or flight” response designed to make us stronger, faster, and more resilient in the face of a threat to our physical safety. This response is appropriate and valuable in the case of true danger (like a bear about to eat you or Hun invaders riding over the horizon). In order to achieve the burst of strength needed to outrun said threat, the body turns off some normal functions. This is why stress can suppress seemingly unrelated factors like fertility. For instance, the body uses progesterone to manufacture cortisol in the adrenals during periods of stress. Progesterone is also needed for the body for successful ovulation and hormone balance (not to mention carrying a pregnancy). Ovulating wouldn’t be a priority for someone running for her life, but for a woman with chronic low level stress who wants to conceive, this can be devastating. In these periods of chronic stress caused by not sleeping enough, not eating quality foods, inadequate exercise, toxins, and/or mental/emotional stress, the body will let certain aspects of health deteriorate because it thinks it is keeping you alive in a period of danger. (Even if the danger is just being late to the pick-up car line or a missed deadline at work!) What Stress Does to Hormones The stress reaction is controlled by hormones and the endocrine system that produces them. This system functions as a whole rather than in isolated parts, and so chronic stress affects much more than just the adrenals. An overabundance of adrenaline and cortisol can interrupt other hormones like serotonin, melatonin, and fertility hormones (estrogen, progesterone, testosterone, luteinizing hormone, follicle-stimulating hormone, etc.) and cause problems like anxiety, depression, insomnia, muscle problems, infertility, and menstrual disturbances. Prolonged stress also contributes to aging and weight gain, which no one is a fan of! Weight gain around the mid-section (especially in women) is actually often a symptom of impaired adrenals and the low progesterone that results. When Stress Made Me Sick It’s confession time. Think I have it all together? The truth is, no one does. Stress and sleep are the big gaping holes in my own health. Sure, it’s easy to write about them, and I know what I need to do to optimize them, but with little ones, homeschooling, a blog, a podcast, and getting healthy meals on the table day in and day out, the execution is often difficult. And even if what’s on your plate doesn’t look exactly like mine, I know if you’re a mom you practice an equally challenging (read: rewarding, glorious, exhausting, infuriating) balancing act every day. Several years ago, my stress materialized in a way I couldn’t ignore and reached a level that drastically impacted my health. Here’s what happened… Facing a Family Threat It all came to a head when my husband had an emergency appendectomy. The doctor said his appendix had likely been calcified since childhood. The original surgery required a 2-day hospital stay (and it was the first time I’d left my baby overnight). He came home and felt awful for another week. He was still in pain, wasn’t eating, wasn’t sleeping well, and couldn’t do much of anything but lay on the couch. At his follow-up appointment, the doctor discovered my husband had developed a secondary infection that he’d picked up in the hospital during his surgery recovery. They found an abscess where the appendix had been and drained about 8 ounces of puss from it. They put in a drain that stayed for about a week. A culture of the puss revealed 4 types of bacteria (picked up in the hospital) including the flesh-eating bacteria c-diff. This time, he had to stay in the hospital for 8 days, and was on IV broad-spectrum antibiotics every 6 hours. (I cringed for his poor gut every time they brought them in!) For me, this meant another week of being away from the kids, and in the hospital with him. When I started getting a sore throat and flu-like symptoms, I was put on an antibiotic too, to make sure that I hadn’t picked up any of his resistant bacteria and that I wouldn’t carry it home to the kids or my nursing baby. He finally got discharged from the hospital, and both of our symptoms were clearing up, so we got to go home. He was still under the weather and hadn’t been able to work for about a month thanks to the surgery and infection. I was taking care of the kids, the house, and him, plus trying to keep up with both of our work deadlines to make ends meet financially. I was definitely stressed, to say the least, but I’d always worked well under pressure, so I brushed it off and figured I’d relax and catch up on sleep when things got back to normal. Until… My Body Said “Enough” Then, I started having numbness in my fingers, toes, and lips. My heart was racing. My blood pressure and pulse were high and my whole body shook. I called the doctor, since I’d had allergic reactions to antibiotics in the past and was afraid I was having an allergic reaction. The doc checked and told me that none of these symptoms were listed as side effects or allergic reaction symptoms to this antibiotic, and asked what my stress level was… I laughed… After a follow-up, it turns out that I was on the verge of a panic attack. The remedy? “Learn to relax and reduce stress.” (Yeah, right, I’ll just add that to my to-do list!) Since then, things have calmed down, my husband is recovered, the kids are sleeping normally again, and my blood pressure is back to normal, but my brush with it all really re-enforced how much stress can affect your physical health. How to Lower Stress and Start Feeling Better (Today) We all know that reducing stress is important to optimal health, but how do we do it, practically speaking? Since we can’t truly function at our best with chronic stress, this is an important factor to address in the quest for good health. 1. Eat Foods That Reduce Stress You’ve heard this one a lot if you’ve read anything else around here, but it rings true again. Poor diets full of processed foods, grains, sugars, and chemicals put a tremendous stress on the body. For many people (some experts estimate close to 85%) grains can put a huge stress on the body as they can cause an immune reaction, damage the intestinal lining, and lead to serious disease. Excess carbohydrates can cause this problem too, since the sugars in carbohydrates cause increased insulin if they aren’t immediately used as fuel. For a stress-reducing, adrenal-nourishing diet, focus on getting your nutrients from fresh, real foods in as close to their natural source as possible. Drink a lot of water and, yes … even avoid the caffeine. 2. Reduce Exposure to Toxins This step goes along with the step above, as unfortunately, our “food” supply can be a major source of toxins. If the body is in a state of stress, the liver and kidneys are also not functioning optimally, making toxin removal slow and ineffective. Other sources of toxins include chemicals in toothpastes, personal care products, deodorants, medicines, and cleaning chemicals. Our exposure to large amounts of plastic, especially plastics that have been heated in the microwave, can also cause toxic build up in the body. Top steps for reducing toxins include: using only natural beauty and personal care products avoiding plastics and storing food in glass drinking enough water to make sure toxins are being flushed out avoiding processed foods full of chemicals using only natural cleaning products avoiding environmental toxins like pesticides and herbicides 3. Get Enough Sleep Sleep is one of the most important steps in stress reduction, and most moms find the hardest. Historically, the body is used to sleeping when it is dark and being awake when it is light. When we stay awake long after the sun has set and don’t get enough cumulative sleep, we interrupt the body’s natural time for restoration and removal of toxins. The optimal time for regeneration during sleep is roughly between 10 P.M. and 2 A.M. Many people don’t sleep during part or all of this time, causing a backup of toxins and hormones in the body. The body also has a delicate balance of hormones and depends on serotonin and melatonin to regulate good sleep and alertness during the day. Lack of sleep or interrupted sleep can disrupt the balance of these hormones, making you groggy during the day and restless at night. Poor sleep can also (logically) lead to fatigue, brain fog, memory troubles, and additional stress on the body. Need some motivation to make sleep a priority? Listen to this podcast on why sleep is more important than diet and exercise combined. 4. Learn to Say No Another logical step that I’m guessing most of us are all bad at (me especially). I’m not just talking about saying “no” in a parenting sense (though that could be good too… I recommend “No, you many not eat that candy bar/Happy Meal/Ding-Dong/fill in the blank.”) Many of us have a commitment list as long as our arms, and the stress level to prove it. It is wonderful to help out whenever we can, but make sure you make yourself a priority and realistically evaluate what you can handle while keeping stress low and quality family time high. (Confession: I am really bad at this step myself and have resolved to do better this year!) 5. Exercise, Even If It’s Just a Little Exercise is really helpful in reducing stress in the body. It releases endorphins, helps the body regulate insulin, and improves hormone levels. Exercise also boosts your immune function and helps the body use up excess stress hormones. Try to mix it up and try weights and high intensity exercise instead of strict cardio. I use this 10-minute home workout to make it easy to fit in even on busy days. When in doubt, a vigorous 10-minute walk outside in the sunshine and fresh air is one of the best things you can do to lower stress and improve physical and mental health. 6. Get Enough Good Fats A low-fat diet can actually be a stress on the body, as it won’t have the raw materials it needs to function at its peak. Fats are present in every cell in your body and are necessary for enzymatic reactions and hormone production. There are many kinds of fats, and while your body will use whatever it has, some are certainly more beneficial that others, and some are flat out dangerous. Your body needs the right fats (coconut or olive oil, omega-3s, and fats from healthy grass-fed animals) to produce new cells, manufacture hormones, coat the lungs, for optimal brain function, and many other reactions. The body also needs quality fats to produce, utilize and store vitamin D, a necessary nutrient for immune function and disease prevention. 7. Take In More Antioxidants In the face of stress, the body compensates by speeding up adrenal production. This uses up the vitamins and minerals we take in at a much faster rate and can lead to depletion if not replenished with antioxidant and nutrient rich foods. You may want to consume additional vitamin C, vitamin E, magnesium, and potassium in times of stress especially. I list the best supplements I’ve found to help manage my stress in this post. I also like to use herbal teas for some of these nutrient needs especially in times of stress or illness. Green tea, yerba mate tea, and even peppermint tea contain high level of antioxidants and vitamins that may be beneficial for stress. Bonus: Sipping tea is often connected with sitting down with a good book or chatting with friends … good self-care activities that give you a break from the things stressing you out! 8. Talk to Yourself (and Others) It’s not crazy … we all engage in inner conversation with ourselves all day long! The question is, what are we saying? Stress is not totally objective. We can play a part in telling ourselves — to borrow some famous words — “every little thing gonna be alright.” A growing body of evidence on the positive health benefits of gratitude tells us that the more we emphasize the positive in our minds, the more our physiological responses will follow. This is one reason I take 5 minutes and journal 10 things I’m grateful for every day. Other ways to talk yourself into a better mental frame of mind: Acknowledge what you’re feeling, but counter it with a positive statement — even try this technique to retrain your response to incoming problems and stresses. Flip through a photo book of a favorite vacation and relive some of the experiences with the family or friends you shared it with. Share how you’re feeling with someone you trust — that sense of connection and support may put you back on the right track. Shape your environment by adding positive input and motivation. Hang quotes that inspire you, pictures of family that make you smile, and reminders of positive achievements. Bottom Line: Stress Doesn’t Have to Win It’s my hope that as moms we can beat the stress monster and create a safe space within the walls of our homes where there is enough time and we are enough. I’m not sure I achieve this every day (or even every week!) so if there are ways you’re making this happen in your home, please share with our Wellness Mama community… and help all moms know they’re not alone! Do any of these stress busters work for you? What are three ways that you’ve found help reduce stress levels in your life? Share below! Enjoy this blog and join our 12 week transformation program here: www.PatrickAmadeu.com/evolution Read the full article

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