#Step Lift for Home

[motorstep]

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Empowering Independence with Every Step

A small change at the entrance can lead to a huge shift in lifestyle. When stepping outside no longer requires effort or assistance, it opens up possibilities:

• Run errands with ease

• Enjoy spontaneous social visits

• Boost confidence and mental well-being

The portable step lift for home access empowers users to live life on their terms.

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[heyimkana]

I wonder how many times jinwoo pulls the “I’m the shadow monarch” out during an argument with his gf?

none.

jinwoo doesn't flaunt his title. doesn't showcase his power. doesn't use strength—hell, he doesn't even raise his voice when they're fighting about something.

if he knows he's in the wrong, he'll man up, apologize to her without a single excuse, and he will find ways to make up for his mistake.

if he thinks she is the one at fault—actually not think, he knows—he'll give her the chance to explain herself. he'll wait, calm and patient, but his presence itself would feel suffocating enough that she'd start choking on her words.

jinwoo wants honesty, not excuses. and if she respects him as much as he respects her, and if she knows what's good for her, she'll do just that. if she can tell the truth, he'll forgive her, give her a warning—kind but firm—and move on. if she chooses to give him excuses, he'll be silent—so silent—and when he stands up to gaze down at her, it would feel like the room is suddenly ten degrees colder. he'll make her knees tremble even without saying a word. and she'll be to terrified to come up with anything but the truth.

and if she lied to him?

oh. oh that's when he gets angry.

his expression wouldn't change much, but she'd be able to tell the silent fury that radiated off of him. his eyes would be darker than the storm, his voice would rumble deeper than thunder. and he'd touch her face—just a gentle caress on her cheek, a light brush that'd make all of her nerves scream at her to run—and he'd hold her gaze and he'd say just a line or two but every word would make her heart pound against her ribcages. then... he'd walk away.

and if she cried, he wouldn't be there to brush off her tears this time.

[lifemod17]

Lifted || 04/27/2025

[justafriend-ql]

Dew Jirawat as NAI and Nani Hirunkit as TIBET HOME SCHOOL Episodes 9 & 10

[nonbinary-octopus]

had my first shift at the new job yesterday. we did a training, and they had us lift some very heavy stuff, I think as a bit of a litmus test to see if we can stick it out on the job.

my lifting muscles are sore today. took some ibuprofen about it which has helped a lot, but I'm thinking that I will try to not have shifts on consecutive days for the first while

[deus-ex-mona]

pretty minor thing to think about, but i find it interesting how chapter 7 is the first chapter illustration to show chizuutan as chizuru (instead of chuutan)

like, i get it’s a flashback chapter, but we hardly got to see her as chizuru in the previous few chapters thus far… maybe we’ll get to see more of her as her true self after the hiyori fight/make up? only future chapters may tell, i guess…

[acourtofquestions]

They drifted into the blackness for another day, then two. Still the sea did not appear.

Aelin was sleeping, a dreamless, heavy slumber, when a strong hand clasped her shoulder. "Look," Rowan whispered, his breath brushing her ear.

She opened her eyes to pale light. Not the ocean, she realized as she sat up, the others rousing, undoubtedly at Rowan's word.

Overhead, clinging to the cavern ceiling as if they were stars trapped beneath the rock, small blue lights glowed.

Glowworms, like those in the lantern Thousands of them, made infinite by the reflection in the black water. Stars above and below.

From the corner of her eye, Aelin glimpsed Elide press a hand to her chest. A sea of stars—that's what the cave had become.

Beauty. There was still beauty in this world.

Stars could still glow, still burn bright, even buried under the earth.

Aelin breathed in the cool cave air, the blue light. Let it flow through her.

Rattle the stars. She'd promised to do that.

The emerald on her marriage band glistened with its own fire.

Beauty remained—and she would fight for it. Needed to fight.

It was a constant thrum in her blood, her bones. Right alongside the power that she shoved down deep and dismissed with each breath. Fight—one last time.

She'd escaped so she might do it. Would think of all those still defying Morath, defying Maeve, while she trained. She wouldn't hesitate. Didn't dare to pause. She'd make this time count. In every way possible.

Aelin could have sworn the living stars overhead sang, a celestial choir that floated through the caves.

A star-song carried along the river current, running beside them, for the last miles to the sea.

[jesus-is-an-ally]

I've recently backslidden so hard from God. Any advice? Every time I get better about it I slip back, it seems like a constant loop. Idk :( sorry to bother you

You and me both, Anon. I've also had a rough time recently.

The number one thing is to honestly just keep sticking with it. Read the Bible daily, pray continuously, think and act on Jesus's commands. Do it tired, do it unmotivated, do it even when you'd rather not.

Please don't feel like it's a chore, tho. It's not. It's self care, it's healing, it's realizing there's a glorious and divine God who loves you so much and wants you to know it and have an inner peace and joy. Living for the glory of God is genuinely one of the best and most safest feelings I have ever experienced.

So I do it even when I don't want to, because I know it's what I need. It's literally what I was made for.

But all of that sometimes still isn't enough. It's true. Sometimes, you (and I) absolutely need that extra push.

Honestly, accountability partners really work for me. Having a person who you can check in with, especially if they're either in a similar spot as you or are an experienced mentor, can be so incredibly helpful.

"Iron sharpens iron, and one man sharpens another."

Proverbs 27:17

If you already have someone in mind that you would want to reach out to, I encourage you to go for it and I will be praying for you. It does help if you already have a relationship with the person, tho it's not required.

But if you don't have anyone or just aren't in a spot where you feel comfortable sharing everything going on with people you know, that's okay too. I strongly recommend trying to make like-minded friends and being honest with the people in your life, but the last thing I want is for this to feel like a rule or a requirement. Do not let this keep you from getting an accountability partner.

"Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up! Again, if two lie together, they keep warm, but how can one keep warm alone? And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him—a threefold cord is not quickly broken."

Ecclesiastes 4:9-12

Since I have also been experiencing some backsliding issues lately, and actually don't currently have an accountability partner, you are more than welcome to message me and we can work together.

But also! One-on-one accountability partners are not a requirement. Don't feel bad if you choose not to do this. If you are in a situation where you have a whole community to keep you accountable, then that's more than okay too.

I'll close with telling you that accountability partners should never be a scary or intimidating thing. This should be a person that you trust to have your best interests at heart, which are the interests of God.

[aneverydaything]

Day 2149, 11 May 2024

[mishkakagehishka]

Honestly i probably didn't help myself by trekking across a bumfuck nowhere field yesterday in 1°C but alas.

[outer-edges]

r/regretfulparents is my hellscape. i know most of them are just going through hard times and venting and probably don't actually regret it but like. i genuinely think motherhood would be my most awful prison. the whole sub is like the scariest horror game the internet has to offer for me.

[motorstep]

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Our MS600/MS800 Motorstep step lifts are ideal step lifts for home, offering top-tier motorized solutions for both indoor and outdoor use. Both models can be equipped with a support strap that easily attaches to the central moving column, providing additional stability during lifting. Additionally, external control buttons can be added, allowing a second person to operate the Motorstep if the primary user needs assistance. Be sure to request this option when placing your order. Also, both the MS600 and MS800 can be equipped with wheels, offering an easy way to move and store the lift when not in use. Contact us to get more information about our products.

[puppyboyfranco]

You would think with the job I have it would make me fitter..unfortunately you would be wrong

[shadesofmauve]

I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.

Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.

He was really nice.

Yeah.

It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?

You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."

You didn't, loves, you didn't.

We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.

I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.

Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.

When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"

No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.

Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?

Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.

That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.

I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.

A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.

I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.

So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!

Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.

You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.

I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.

I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.

It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.

Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.

[chikithree]

Kento Nanami x Reader

OlderBoyfriend! Kento Nanami, posted on his instagram??..

you’d recently taught your older boyfriend, Kento, how to use Instagram so you could tag him in posts and stories of the two of you. But you never expected him to eventually engage in posting online, so it was a surprise when you refreshed your feed, only to find a short video of your boyfriend lifting weights at his gym, with an ancient heavy metal song overlapping the background noise he didn’t mute.

And lord behold, he has over fifty thousand likes on all his posts, equaling up to four. Four singular posts. And he's already on top-charts of instagram, without hashtags, and only one previous follower, you.

You currently were sitting in the living room of the shared apartment you'd bought with him a while back, sliding off the couch and walking to the bathroom where he was showering, since he'd just got home from the just mentioned gym.

You knock on the bathroom door, before walking into the steam filled room, shower running and fan on. “Baby.” you say, pulling the curtain aside, staring at him.

Kento wipes his face of water and turns to you, a small concerned frown on his face as he sees your odd expression, “sweetheart, are you alright?” he says quickly, turning the knobs of the shower to stop the water.

You held up your phone that was displaying his page, “you didn't tell me you started posting videos?” you say, legs shifting slightly as you spoke, and of course, he noticed.

He grabs his towel and wraps it around his waist, stepping out and taking the phone out of your hand and putting it down on the countertop softly, pulling you into a small embrace, looking down at you, “is that the matter, darling?” he mumbles, kissing the top of your head, “I’ll delete them if you'd like, i just thought other men would like to see the process-”

You stop him, placing your fingers to squish his lips together, “I’m just surprised you didn't tell me, that's all, I’m not mad.” you say quietly, “but I do want you to put my username in your bio.” you finish, kissing his cheek and letting him go.

He blanked for a moment, a brow lifting.

“Sweetheart, What's a ‘bio’?”

© all works belong to chikithree. do not copy, repost, or translate my works.

[adiadagaki]

Since you and obsessive!satoru broke up, you haven’t felt safe. You are wary of what you wear, notice the men who leer at you with fear because who was there to step in if they decided to harm you?

Now you had dumped Satoru for being too full on, giving you no breathing room, no one.

You were vulnerable in a way you hadn’t been in years, and you hated it. The freedom Satoru’s presence offered you was something you had taken for granted, not appreciated.

He was always on standby, ready to fight, beat up or demean a soul who dared get too close. A blanket of safety. One you had thrown away.

Tightening your jacket, you sped up, heading to Satoru’s building on impulse as the guy behind you gained ground. He could just be walking home from the mall like you, but God if your mind wasn’t somersaulting with fright.

What you’d give for Satoru to be on your back like a bear now.

The footsteps got even closer, right behind you, you couldn’t help it, you started running, so fucking scared, most of it probably in your head.

But it wasn’t, the man started running too.

Bursting into the fancy reception of Satoru’s building, you fumbled with your bag to retrieve your access card to the elevator. The security guard looked concerned but you just wanted to feel safe, and there was only one place on this planet you felt that way.

The moment the lift doors opened into the foyer you banged on Satoru’s door, not having a key after throwing it away in a fit of annoyance.

Satoru opened the door after mere seconds, eyes widening with concern when he saw your watering eyes. “What’s wrong sweets?” Collapsing into his arms, you squeezed him tight, so relieved to be against the hard muscles of his chest with his familiar smell laced into his cotton shirt.

“Someone followed me… I am sorry I broke up with you, it was stupid. I understand now, you only wanted what was best for me and I saw it as overbearing and-”

“Don’t be silly sweetheart. I get it, I can be full on at times, but we have all this penthouse if you need a lil breather, yeah?” Shaking your face by a thumb and finger on your chin, he grinned at your teary eyed expression. “Yeah.” You agreed.

Cupping your face in his hands, he kissed your upset right off your lips, your fear melting away with his presence. Sweeping you up bridal style, he carried you to your shared bedroom, not having moved a thing.

Was it a horrible thing for Satoru to send a hooded man after you? Yeah, he was going to hell. But all he was trying to do was prove to you what he already knew, that you needed him to feel safe, and that was his duty and he prided himself on it.

That, and Satoru Gojo was never letting the love of his life go. Not for anything.