#exercise for PMS relief

[theluckygirlblog]

Why Your PMS Symptoms Vary Each Month—And How to Gain Control

If you find yourself feeling overly emotional or experiencing increased physical discomfort before your period, you’re not alone. Premenstrual syndrome (PMS) affects millions of women, but what’s puzzling is how symptoms can fluctuate from month to month. One cycle might bring intense mood swings and body aches, while another feels surprisingly manageable. So why does this happen? And more…

[cinder-stella]

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙏𝙤𝙟𝙞 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙮… <MNDI>

Toji would absolutely be court-mandated to attend anger management therapy.

🕒 3:42 PM | therapist's office

Court-mandated anger management continues. Progress is nonexistent but you still try anyway.

Toji strolls in ten minutes late, drops into the armchair across from you and manspreads in a way that makes the chair look much smaller than it actually is. “Sorry. Traffic.”

“Don’t you live four blocks away?”

“Are you stalkin’ me now, doc?”

You don’t respond. You uncap your pen, steady your notepad and prepare to mentally file this under Session Fourteen: Another Waste of Time and Restraint. “So,” you begin, voice steady, pen poised. “Let’s talk about stress.”

“Great,” he says. “I’m stressed right now.”

“I can tell.”

You really can. His left hand’s clenched slightly. His right knee is bouncing. Classic signs of tension. And, unfortunately, he’s extra attractive when irritated—which is always. But you’re a professional remember? That doesn’t matter.

“Today,” you begin, tone crisp, “we’re focusing on stress regulation. Specifically, your coping mechanisms. What do you tend to do when you’re overwhelmed?”

He raises an eyebrow then smirks. “You sure you wanna know that, doc?”

“If it’s relevant to your emotional regulation, yes.”

“Mm.” He leans back slowly. “Alright then.”

There’s a glint in his eyes that you recognize. He’s gearing up to say something stupid and inappropriate.

“I fight,” he says first. “Swing first, no questions asked. Not ideal, I know. Working on it.”

Oh, well that’s progress, right? You nod and make note of it. “Anything else?”

“Sure.” He tilts his head. “I fuck.”

“…Pardon?”

“I said, I fuck.”

You pause mid-stroke of your pen. Then calmly look up. “You use sexual activity to cope with stress.”

“That’s one way to put it. One may compare the way I fuck to a pressure valve. Helps me sleep, clears my head, improves my mood. Prevents excessive…build up. Very healthy.”

You shift in your seat and cross one leg over the other, casually. Totally unrelated to the sudden heat flooding your face and neck. Your pen spins between your fingers once then again. “And would you say that’s a functional coping mechanism? Or something that’s caused problems in the past?”

“Depends on who I’m fucking.”

His eyes sweep up from your shoes to your mouth. “Some people…don’t mind being part of the stress relief. Makes things easier.”

Your face doesn’t change. Your voice stays level. But your thumb taps the edge of your chair arm a couple times. “We’re not here to sexualize therapy, Mr. Fushiguro.”

“Oh, I’m not. This is very professional.” He grins. “I’m providing insight into my stress management techniques. This is, what—data collection, right?”

You glance down at your notes and breathe once through your nose. “And when sex isn’t an option?” you ask, carefully.

“Then I think about it,” he says, smoothly. “Visualize it. Replay old stuff in my head. Or imagine something new.” He pauses. “Sometimes I picture things I shouldn’t.”

Holy crap, there it is. That unspoken implication hanging in the air like cigarette smoke in a closed room.

You adjust your posture, remaining cool and controlled. Your pen doesn’t stop moving between your fingers. “Well then, let’s try some breathing exercises,” you say, turning the page. “Since…we’re both clearly in need of regulation.”

He laughs. “Sure thing, doc.” He leans forward slightly, voice low. “But if I get too relaxed, I might start saying things I really shouldn’t.”

You pretend to scribble something. What you’re actually writing is: Next session, fireproof my boundaries.

You underline it twice.

・❥・

[ofhouseadama]

I just saw a compilation video on the clock app of men holding their wives’ pregnant bellies up to give them some relief and the way i neeeed it with samira and abbot. that man trying to catch her in the breakroom after her shift/before his starts so he can lift all that pressure off her pelvis for just a few minutes. finding her on the roof and holding her that way after a rough code. just! belly holding. that’s the vibe 💜

He finds her in the breakroom, half-bent over a chair as she makes a half-assed attempt at stretching her lower back. Jack Abbot's the last person to tell a woman what to do, especially his own wife, but he desperately wishes she would change her mind on working up until she goes into labor.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, letting the door shut quietly behind him. It's a little after 6:30 PM, and Samira looks like she wishes she was in bed an hour ago.

A little breathless, she skirts a hand down the curve of her belly. She thinks she looks like she swallowed a small moon and just finished a heavy course of prednisone. Jack thinks she's the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on, even after he accounts for little things like bias and biological imperative.

"Like your child is trying to use my lungs as a trampoline," she replies, more matter-of-fact than complaint.

She went into pregnancy with her eyes wide open; she knew she'd hit the point where being alive was an exercise in tolerating discomfort. Samira Mohan can endure a great many things--a few months short of breath and limping from sciatica is hardly the torture of studying for the boards. And one day, this week or the next, she'll be able to get an epidural for her troubles. And then, a baby.

"You can start your maternity leave any time you'd like, hon," he reminds her, rubbing tight circles into her lumbar with the heel of his hand. He can feel the muscles spasm under his touch, tightening suddenly and then releasing.

"Oh," she moans, eyes fluttering shut as she rocks her weight back and forth between her feet, "but that's quitter talk."

Jack snorts.

"That's what you said about pulling out some, oh, thirty-eight weeks ago now."

"Really?" she asks, voice arch and amused. "I don't recall. I think I was drunk off all the champagne you kept handing me."

The annual PTMC Fundraising Gala makes victims of them all, in it's own way.

"Let me help you," he murmurs, shifting his hands to her hips. Tugs her upright, and then against him until her back is flush against him. Kissing her cheek, he slides his hands around to her front, cupping the rounded swell of her.

"Hm... I seem to remember that also being said about thirty-eight weeks ago."

"Yeah, yeah, let me say hi to my daughter," he says, widening his stance. "Lean back, let me take some of the weight for a minute." He's done this hundreds, maybe a thousand times since the weight of the baby started compressing every nerve south of her diaphragm. She knows what he's asking. "Have you already handed off your cases?"

His fingers trace downwards, pausing only briefly to feel out an elbow, a knee, maybe a foot. Under the hem of her scrub top, down to the waist of the black knit jersey joggers she bought out of an immense hatred of the hospital issued maternity pants. He finds the crease of where her belly reaches the tops of her thighs, braces, and lifts.

"Yeah, Ellis got here about twenty minutes ago," she answers, with a tell-tale hitch in her breath that sounds like relief. "That your doing?"

It was. It helps that Parker Ellis is just as afraid as he is of Samira ignoring her contractions right up until she has to be admitted to L&D. No Pitt babies. I love y'all, but I'm not doing that.

"Nah, she just likes us for some reason." He presses another kiss to her cheek, her ear.

"This is nice."

They stand there for a few minutes longer, talking about the patients unlucky enough to still be in their beds at shift change. Gossip about boarders, about Myrna's newest ailment, about the EMT who is desperate to take Santos out for a drink. The baby kicks under their hands--Samira's on the top of her belly, Jack's at the crest of her pelvis.

"Yeah, this is nice."

[srbachchan]

DAY 6034

J,Mum Aug 25, 2024 Sun 6:52 pm

Birthday - EF - Harshavardhan Ghatapanadi Monday, 26 August ... our best wishes on this day .. ❤️

🪔 ,

On Janmashtami and everyday may the blessings of Shri Krishna ever be upon us within and without .. 🪈✨📿

August 26 .. birthday greetings to Ef Harshvardhan Ghatapanadi and Ef Garvita Channi .. love and 🙏🏻❤️🚩

the day has been in the work on the body and the mind .. and eventually with the DAY of the GOJ .. and the joy and heartwarming responses that the Ef and the well wishers , spend their time and energy to be at the gates and to express their love ..

it has been such an overwhelming moment and one that has been so overwhelmingly been a joy of immense proportions ..

my gratitude as ever ..

and now as I wait for the evening captures .. a moment with the game , CHELSEA ..

see all in a bit ..

AB

11 :06 PM .. Jalsa, Mumbai Aug 25, 2024

.. the lightness of food .. the rhythm of exercise and stretches .. the abstinence from supplements of fizz and pain relief .. and and and the discovery of a strain of music that wins the day and perhaps many days ..

aah .. the dhun .. the words .. the voice .. the simplicity of it all yet so shatteringly emotive .. water in the eyes without effort .. and the solitude of the one by the self .. a lifetime to be spent thus ..

and the followers of the 'impotency of content' .. the polluting emblem of thought and word .. keep away from my liberty of thought .. your desperation is so apparent .. the non aesthetically mounted, corrupt, ethically damaged .. rest well with your troubled conscience .. there can be no greater counselled enlightenment ..

flores para los muertos

Amitabh Bachchan

[mandana-the-service-pup]

TLDR: MRI confusing results but overall good. Probably won’t need scope or other surgeries. Next step is a couple blood tests and to adjust her rehab to fit her current needs.

Neurology called. Good news is they didn’t see any partial tears in her knee. I’m waiting for the orthopedic specialist to confirm but my best guess is we won’t be doing a scope and will instead be focusing on adjusting our rehab program to better suit her current issues.

Other news is they didn’t see any bulging disc but they did find some spinal nerve atrophy right in the center of her spine. Best case scenario is it’s just a natural variation and nothing to worry about. Worst case scenario is degenerative myelopathy (DM) which is basically the doggy version of ALS. That is highly unlikely seeing as she’s so young and the wobbling/falling was one time. She continues to have some weakness and unsteadiness but it has not progressed since that incident a month ago which is what you would expect if she had DM. We will still be doing the genetic testing for it because it’s a simple blood test that could give us a clue if she’s at higher risk.

Also they found some thickening of her lower esophagus. I didn’t know they were going to be visualizing anything besides her spine and knee. I’ve known about Mandana’s tummy aches for years and we figured out it was Bilious Vomiting Syndrome a while back and have been using an auto-feeder set to go off at 10 pm and 5 am ever since. That in addition to her usual three small meals throughout the day has helped so much that she rarely asks for belly medicine when she used to ask for it every day so I don’t feel compelled to do a scope and biopsy at this time but will keep it in mind if she starts showing GI issues again.

The orthopedic specialist suggested we stop Librela because of neurological concerns. The neurologist says he’s not concerned and his own dogs are on Librela but it wouldn’t hurt to stop for a while and see if it helps. I’m torn because it has helped her pain so much. I always intended to wean her off because she’s such a young dog and it’s new medication in the US. We were actually almost to that point because her core exercises were helping her back pain so much but now that her pain is flaring I’d hate to take away her relief unnecessarily.

My current plan is to make an apt with our fear free vet for the DM blood test. I’m also going to recheck her thyroid since there are so many weird systemic things she struggles with and it’s abnormally difficult to control her weight. I’m going to follow up with the orthopedic specialist to see if there’s anything they want to pursue now that they have the MRI report and then I’m going to contact the rehab vet and come up with a game plan since it’s mostly in her court now and I trust her so much.

[rewrittenwrongs]

Whumptober day 5: Sunburn / “if my pain will stretch that far”

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TW: nothing, I think. Unless chronic pain counts?

The sunburns are actually pretty minor, but I just HAD to include them in some capacity. The duality of the source of Kon’s powers and energy being able to hurt his loved ones… yeah, I’m a fan.

Tim and Kon’s relationship can be interpreted as both platonic or romantic.

Kon was concerned about Tim.

Honestly, it shouldn’t be surprising at this point. He gets concerned for him a lot. But the reason for his concern was certainly surprising. You see, despite the entirety of Young Justice being present at base, Robin was the only one who hadn’t shown up to training today.

Now, if you know anything about Robin’s, you know they take training seriously. They never let injuries, short of something truly obscene like a dozen broken bones and three gunshot wounds, keep them from doing at very least some stretches and/or cardio. And yet. Kon has been hanging around the training rooms almost all day, and has seen literally every other member of their team at least in passing, except Robin.

Kon knew Tim liked to get his workouts done in the morning. He’d have a protein bar, sling a towel over his shoulder, and lock himself in the gym or training room for at least an hour, usually closer to two. If he was injured or tired from an exhausting mission he might stick to cardio, or cut his session short, but he never skipped all together. And yet, when Kon checked the time after the dozenth repetition of a move Robin was supposed to be teaching him, he found it was already 5 PM.

And while Kon hasn’t actually been in the gym or training room the entire day, he’s spent most of the day nearby, or in areas between the gym and the bedrooms. He hasn’t heard Tim’s bedroom door open once all day. He didn’t even see him at breakfast or lunch.

Frowning at the clock on the wall, he spared Cassie a wave before leaving the training room. He put back on his shoes at the door—his balance was better without the soles of his boots in the way, and he liked feeling the texture of the mats. He walked at a brisk pace rather than flying or running like he was tempted to. Tim must be seriously injured or drowning in casework if he didn’t have time for exercise. Kon didn’t recall seeing him get hit in yesterday’s mission. They’d spent the entire day in the sun and he was looking a bit red by the end of it, but sunburns weren’t enough to keep Robin bed-bound. Even if he had horrific tan lines around his eyes.

Kon knocked on the door to Robin’s room, listening closely for a response. Most of the rooms were soundproofed, but there was little that could hold up to a kryptonian up close.

He heard a muffled groan from inside. He knocked again, calling, “Rob?”

A tense moment of silent deliberation, before Tim said, “Come in,” sounding strained and quite miserable.

Kon tapped the touchpad and the door slid open obediently, lock either disabled or not up to begin with. Inside the only light source was a nightlight that threw pale star silhouettes against the walls. Tim was lying shirtless face down on his bed, blanket draped over his legs and waist.

Kon walked over, door shutting behind him. “Hey, bud, I haven’t seen you in the gym today. Or at lunch. You feeling good?” He reached the bed and sat on the edge of it. He heard in sharp relief the cut off whimper Tim made as the bed dipped, and the strain of fabric as his fist tightened around his pillow.

Kon went very still and scanned Tim for injuries. “Tim?” Save for some nasty sunburns on his neck, biceps and forearms, where his suit didn’t cover, he only had a few pale bruises on his hands. They were pressing against the pillow but Tim would just move them if they actually hurt. Kon eyed the sunburns distrustfully—the thought of the same thing that literally gave him his powers being able to hurt his friends still made him queasy, but he doubted they were the cause of this pain.

Tim groaned into his pillow. He sounded miserable.

“Tim?” Okay, Kon’s worry was increasing. Had he been hit with a curse? Yesterday’s mission was uneventful compared their usual, a pretty standard search and rescue after an earthquake. Minimal casualties, none of the team were hurt, there were no major aftershocks. Tim was in earshot the entire time. What was happening? Was he sick?

Tim made another pained sound, a whimper, and he shifted his head to the side so Kon could see some of his face. The sunburn there wasn’t nearly as bad as he expected, but there was water welling in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Kon tried not to panic. Tim and Red Tornado always told him panicking in high stakes situations would lead to mistakes. But this time a little hysteria was justified—Tim never cried! The only time Kon’s ever seen him cry was the time he took a bullet between his ribs and his lungs briefly collapsed. Did someone die? Did Kon miss an injury? What kind of illness could make Robin cry? What was happening!?

Tim’s jaw flexed, shaking, and he squinted shut his eyes. A tear trailed over the bridge of his nose and fell onto the pillow. “Hurts.”

“What hurts? Where are you injured?” Kon moved to rest a hand on his shoulder, but his palm hovered indecisively over it instead. “Are you sick?”

“No,” Tim whimpered, eyelashes fluttering. “No injured. Or sick. Just pain.”

“Just… pain?” Kon wracked his brain. If there was nothing specific causing it… Tim had brought up this mysterious pain without a source before, when he first witnessed one of Kon’s migraines a few months back. He’d been explaining to Kon that there were tools he could use to avoid or lessen his headaches, especially if outside sources were effecting/causing them. He listed doing stretches the day after a workout as an example, and briefly mentioned how sometimes the pain wouldn’t go away, no matter how long he held positions worthy of a contortionist. He said that holding still helped, and hot water bottles, ice packs, massages.

“Chronic,” Tim mumbled, another tear falling.

“Chronic,” Kon repeated quietly. He didn’t recognise the word. “How can I help?”

Tim whimpered.

“You said massages helped, didn’t you?” Kon checked, shifting his position to have easier access to Tim’s back, using his TTK to stop the bed from shifting.

“Mm-hmm.” Tim blinked open his eyes and looked at him. He opened his mouth—

“Don’t even think about telling me I don’t have to. I know, I want to.” Kon eyed the dresser. “Do you have any lotion? Or aloe?”

“…Lotion’s in the bathroom.”

Kon lifted off the bed, using his TTK to make the bed adjust slowly to the lack of weight rather than spring back immediately. Tim didn’t make any further noises of pain. Kon floated to the en suite bathroom and opened the cabinet beneath the sink, grabbing a bottle of lavender scented lotion. He was a little surprised by the amount of skincare products, but he supposed gluing fabric to your face for hours each day wasn’t conducive to clear skin.

Kon closed the bathroom door behind him as he reentered. “Where’s the pain?” he asked quietly. There was a furrow between Tim’s brow, the one he always got when he was injured.

“Everywhere.”

Kon winced. “Where is it worst? I’ll start there.”

“…Shoulders. Back.”

Kon set down the bottle of lotion, TTK curling the blanket beneath it so it would stay upright, and lowered himself slowly onto the bed, a leg either side of Tim’s hips. He stayed on his knees so there wasn’t any contact. Tim made a little choked whine as the bed slowly dipped. Kon dispensed some lotion onto his hands and rubbed them together.

“Heat and cold help too, yeah?” Kon asked, settling his hands in the centre of Tim’s trapezius’s, gently digging in the heels of his palms. He heard Tim’s breathing stutter, his heart rate speeding up as a muffled whimper left his lips. “I’ll grab some ice packs later…”

Kon was pretty sure his massage was just making things worse. It wasn’t the first time he massaged Tim or any of his teammates after a mission, but it was the first time Tim was so vocal about the discomfort. He knew Tim would normally rather bite his tongue off than make people concerned for his health or think he’s in pain. Yet this time, Kon’s almost every action caused a pained whimper or groan, a new tear glistened in Tim’s lashes every few moments, and the reactions weren’t shifting to contentment and pleasure the way they usually did.

Kon swallowed. Usually, if he took his time and was thorough enough, he could work out all of the aches and pains and exhaustion. But this time even his TTK couldn’t find any cramps, only a couple knots—there was no specific source for his discomfort. There was no helpful trail leading him to the final bosses. There was just… pain.

Kon slowly worked his hands across Tim’s back, occasionally collecting more lotion, carefully attacking each of his muscles in turn until they were loose and relaxed. He especially took his time massaging Tim’s shoulders. Tim had buried his face in the pillow at some point, muffling the worst of his whines. Occasionally he’d go tense all over for a second, only to cry out like someone set him on fire.

Kon asked regularly if he should stop. Tim replied no every time. Kon was seriously starting to wonder if he was a masochist.

At some point he started talking. Rambling, really, about anything and everything that came to mind. He cracked jokes and shared fun facts and teased their other teammates and recounted stories. Sometimes he’d prompt Tim to join in or share his opinion, and Tim would either force out some incoherent mumble or spend the next few minutes slowly stringing together words, past the tears and the pain. Kon was fairly sure his distraction was helping.

Once Kon had well and truly massaged the entire expanse of Tim’s back, shoulders included, he moved on to the arms, kneading and working each muscle attentively, one arm at a time. Tim’s pained noises, while still frequent, had slowly lost their volume, though they raised again each time he started a new area.

Kon finished with his hands, digging his thumbs into Tim’s callouses and working his palms. He rubbed over his fingers, his wrists, the back of his hands, his thumbs, all the while trying to ignore how significantly Tim’s pained noises had increased in both volume and occurrence. He sounded like he was being tortured. At one point he actually sobbed.

Kon froze instinctually upon hearing that. <i>He</i> caused that noise, those tears, that pain. He was hurting his best friend. Why hadn’t he stopped earlier?

Tim shifted his head so he could blearily open an eye at Kon. “Keep going,” he implored, muffled into his pillow. Tears were shining in his eyes and staining his cheek. He looked… resigned.

Kon took a deep breath, steeled his nerves, and kept working the joints and tendons in Tim’s hands.

Gradually, ever so slowly, the noises quieted. Shifted from muffled groans and high pitched whines to short whimpers and miserable sniffles. Kon spent maybe fifteen minutes on his hands alone. Finally, he allowed himself to stop, and pulled back, sitting beside Tim. He no longer made a sound when the mattress dipped.

Without much thought, Kon reached out and stroked Tim’s hair. It was longer than usual, in need of a cut. Kon hoped he’d wait another few weeks before trimming it. “Are you okay?”

Tim hummed tonelessly. Not a confirmation or a denial.

“Want me to get some ice packs now?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Kon went and got some ice packs. They had quite a few in stock, for recovery after missions or workouts. Kon grabbed two smalls ones and a larger one. He returned swiftly, knocking on the door before entering, and presented his haul to Tim. “Where do you want them?”

Tim stared at him, seemingly gathering his thoughts. He didn’t spare the ice packs a glance. “…C’mere.”

“Sorry?”

“Come here.” Wincing like it took a great effort, he forced his torso to twist like he was trying to turn on his side. “Cuddles.”

Kon stared. Tim had participated in cuddle piles plenty of times, but he’d never asked for or initiated one. It took him months to be comfortable even joining in. Trying not to look giddy, Kon toed off his boots and slid under the blanket beside Tim, thankful he was wearing loose workout clothes rather than all the straps and bits of his costume.

There was some fiddling, and pain on Tim’s part, while they arranged themselves into a comfortable position. Kon ended up on his back with Tim on top of him, head resting on his collarbone, the larger ice pack spread over his shoulders and the smaller ones pressing against each hand. The blanket was pulled up around his back and Kon let himself card through Tim’s hair, once he was sure it wasn’t causing pain. Tim seemed more tired than Kon had ever seen him, which was really saying something.

Tim fell asleep quickly, heartbeat slow and breaths even. He’d tucked his head beneath Kon’s chin, snuggling up against him like he was the comfiest bed in the world.

Kon stayed awake for longer, thinking. He was glad Tim had let him stay and try to help. Even thought he wasn’t sure his massage had done any good. He was thankful, honoured, almost. He felt… undeserving, of Tim’s trust. Of seeing him so vulnerable. To see his walls fall so blatantly was a little overwhelming.

Kon, absently pressing a kiss to Tim’s head, made a silent vow that he would never do something that would get that trust taken away.

He fell asleep trying to think up new ways to help Tim with his pain.

[mehenit]

7 Diet-Sabotaging Habits You Might Be Doing Without Knowing

Hey there, fellow dieters! 💪

Are you working hard on your diet but the numbers on the scale won't budge? You might be falling into these sneaky habits! Today, let's explore 7 unconscious behaviors that could be sabotaging your weight loss journey.

## 1. The 'Late Night Dinner' Temptation

Do you find yourself wandering to the fridge late at night? 😅 Eating after 7 PM makes it easier for your body to store fat. Try sipping on warm tea or water to get through those evening hours!

## 2. The 'Just One Bite' Syndrome

We've all been there – "I'll just have a little bit" turns into an empty snack bag! The key is to portion out your snacks beforehand.

## 3. 'Emotional Eating' as Stress Relief

Do you reach for sweet desserts or alcohol when you're feeling down? Try walking or light exercise instead – it's better for both your mental and physical health!

## 4. Skipping Breakfast 'Because I'm Dieting'

Skipping breakfast actually increases your chances of overeating at lunch. Start with at least a light salad or protein shake.

## 5. Weekend 'Cheat Days' Gone Wild

Saving all your cravings for the weekend can undo your weekday efforts! Moderate cheating is okay, but avoid two consecutive days.

6. Post-Workout Overeating

Think "I worked out today, so I can eat more"? Eating double the calories you burned creates a counterproductive cycle.

7. The 'Diet Drink' Habit

Even sugar-free and zero-calorie drinks can stimulate insulin production and trigger hunger. Water is truly your best beverage friend!

🌟 Solutions:

- Keep regular meal times

- Track emotional eating with a mood journal

- Prepare healthy snacks in advance

- Maintain weekday eating habits on weekends

- Get adequate sleep

Which bad habits do you struggle with? Share in the comments and let's overcome them together! 🤗

If you found this helpful, please like and reblog! ❤️

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[mamamittens]

Hi! For the spooktober event; My OC Rena (intersex woman femme), goes with Massacre Soldier Killer (Serial Killer). Rena typically wears femme punk attire. She has fluffy short black hair with a permanent cowlick over her messy bangs and gold eyes, and a 'crooked' smile. There is a leftover bucket with dark and white chocolate. Rena gets a pink schnapps, and killer buys her a Black Jack and Sangrita. She shares her pink schnapps with him later and gets him a Hot Damn, Brain Damage, and Pineapple Upside Cake. They share a Gladiator.

Cut to the Chase (+18)

This ask is part of the Spooktober 2024 Event, for context!

Summary:

Rena always loved the quiet isolation of abandoned buildings. Her explorations cut woefully short when bodies start piling up in her city at the behest of her good friend, and gentle giant, Killer. But she… just can’t help herself to a little bit of mischief. So she plans one last exploration in secret, promising to knock it off until the killer is caught after this. And at first, everything is going great! The abandoned luxury apartment building as spooky and dreary as she expected it to be! But she’s not as alone as she first thought, and soon it’s a chase through a maze of identical, decaying rooms and amenities. Her life on the line as she seeks to make it out alive.

Soon, she finds something inside her awakening as the shadows stalk her with shocking intent. Will she succumb to the killer’s knife, or find a more rewarding payoff for her poor decisions?

(Serial killer!Killer/Rena(OC))

Warnings: Semi-public sex (abandoned building), rough sex, oral, dubious consent, serial killer SO, implied bargaining with sex (it's now low-key a murder kink ig??? But he's only mostly playing with her about it), threats, blood kink/play, and use of a knife during sex.

Word Count: 5,950

“—Police advise all residents in the city remain indoors after eight PM and in populated areas. They further advise that no one travels into the downtown area after that point where several abandoned buildings reside—several of which have been the crime scene of this gruesome serial killer, The Midnight Stalker.” The news reporter informed Rena in an empathetic but serious tone. Imploring all viewers to remember the crucial advice they were being given.

Rena huffed, groaning as she collapsed against her best friend, Killer—yes, really, his parents were… well, not legally parents anymore for a reason.

Killer was fucking built. An avid supporter of anger management through physical exercise and it showed. Biceps thicker than most part trees Rena had seen in her lifetime, few tended to get close to the blond man. But he wasn’t nearly as scary as he appeared, or his frequent stress relief implied. Killer, contrary to his name, was a quiet, somber sort of person. Quite shy, in fact.

Soft blond hair brushing down his shoulders with fluffy bangs covering his eyes. Lips constantly kept in a gentle frown because of how much he hated his smile and laugh. Despite this, Rena enjoyed making him happy. Seeing that rare quirk of his lips a victory in it’s own right. Anytime they were in public, it never happened though, which is why they usually watched tv together. She would hate for him to be uncomfortable because she happened to quip when he wasn’t expecting it.

One day, he’d smile wide with all teeth, just for her. Not even thinking about how much he hates it—just enjoying the moment.

Killer flicked her ear and she yelped, jumping. Turning to look at him sharply, black hair covering her eyes for a moment until she brushed it away to glare at him.

Despite his eyes being obscured, she could feel him staring. Blue meeting gold in an intense, silent communication.

“No.” Killer huffed and she jerked back.

“I wasn’t going to go out!” Rena denied hotly, face flush as she looked away with a pout.

“It’s too dangerous right now. Just… until they catch him, please stay at home after dark. Promise me.” Killer asked softly, his voice unusually tense. Rena glanced at him, running a hand through her hair and toying with her stubborn cowlick. It bounced back into a half curl the moment she let go.

“… Fine! Only because you asked!” Rena huffed, watching him relax as much as he was able to. Tense muscles softening, his head falling back as he sighed, his entire chest shifting with relief.

Seeing him so relieved at her promise made Rena feel… like an asshole.

Because Rena, contrary to her promise, absolutely intended to go out tonight.

And not to any club, either.

No.

In downtown, there was an abandoned luxury apartment building she’d been dying to get a look around. A far cry from her shitty apartment. She wanted to see how good she could have it—so sue her! Killer teased her about watching those renovation shows all the time. It was a coincidence that her hobby of urban exploration happened to take her to somewhere she could never live in a million years. Rena heard that the planned prices for those apartments were in the thousands!

So hell yeah, she wanted to see!

And unfortunately, Killer rarely joined her expeditions. Being too busy during the day to spend all night in some dusty, ruined building complex. Otherwise she would ask him. But it was already getting harder to coordinate movie night with his busy schedule.

So Rena would take this one to the chest—both for her own satisfaction and to have one last hurrah before actually following that promise.

Which lead her to here.

In the most abandoned section of downtown. Where the pavement was cracked along ever block and most of the street lights didn’t work anymore. Some flickering manically in a dying strobe effect until they eventually popped. Not even the homeless that usually lingered in the area were out. All hiding away from the serial killer that stalked the city for the past four months. Every week a body or three were reported. A truly staggering amount of people going missing and being found in pieces. Having clearly struggled, some dragging their bodies several feet until they were finished off.

The details were gruesome, and likely would fuel many podcasts for a very long time.

But Rena wasn’t worried too much.

The apartment complex was locked up tight.

It was only a contact that managed to find an in and let the urban exploration community know with heavy precaution. There may not be guards, the land itself in real estate limbo and likely to be torn down soon, but the half-finished nature promised structural issues at the very least. The upper floors visibly deteriorated from months of rain water seeping in through broken tiles.

Rena dressed comfortably, black cargo pants secured with a belt to keep the heavy pockets from ruining her dignity. Black, ripped sweater keeping the worst of the chill out as her leather gloves creaked. Hood up and a ventilation mask to keep her safe from any pollutants within the building, she creeped around dirty alleyways. Climbing over and through fencing until she reached the back half of the apartment complex.

No less than three fences keeping intruders out, Rena found her contact was correct. The gate appeared to be locked with a heavy chain and padlock, but the lock itself fell open with a light tug. The second fence had a section of wire clipped for a flimsy door. And the third? Unfinished itself with a section almost twenty feet away from the previous entrance.

It was a bit of a bitch to get through, but Rena was pleased when she found herself in the center of a dead garden. Dirt bags piled against raised beds of bricks and concrete. A massive, dry fountain cracked with an angel meant to pour water down several raised platforms. Her face serene but busted like a brick had nailed the upper half of her head. Dead shrubs shriveled in decorative walls up to her hips and ornate concrete benches lining the central pavilion. Scaffolding of what would have been hanging floral gardens left bare and, in some cases, collapsed.

But this was just one recreation area.

Of many.

Just how many, Rena was unsure. The project was kept pretty secret, likely only divulged to those belonging to several tax brackets above herself. But she knew there was an outdoor pool in the center of the building and an indoor one inside the gym. Assuming either finished before the owners were arrested for embezzling elsewhere.

Evidence of other explorers were rare. Not even a lot of tags littered the outer and inner walls of the building as she entered through an unlocked service door. She pulled out her flash light and clicked it on, sweeping the clear beam of light across the area.

The first floor was mainly lobby and reception. Some staffing areas like breakrooms, coat closets, and offices. No furniture, of course, just empty desks built into the space and counters. There was even a bare kitchen, purpose only clear by the broken tile flooring and deliberately built in gas pipes with a heavy door for a walk in freezer.

It was all so… off putting. Seeing a building so close to being ready for its purpose but stopped just short. The air smelled musty, even through her mask, and a thick layer of dust settled onto every surface and piled into corners. Some water stains littered parts of the ceiling and bare walls, indicating how far down the damage had come over the years. There was some carpet but it was molding and ripped in places, perhaps by a stray dog.

With no power, Rena was forced to use the stairs but didn’t find that particularly surprising. It happened often on her little misadventures, after all.

The stairwell was particularly derelict. Just gray concrete and darkness leading up and down. A window on every floor the only source of light, slipping through chewed up corners of plywood someone had placed over them a while ago. Dubious puddles littered the floor and stairs as she carefully made her way up a floor, certain this was for staff use rather than residents since, frankly, it looked like shit even unfinished. Luckily, no floor seemed to be locked from access inside the stairwell.

Rena removed a wedge from her pocket and propped the door open just in case it locked behind her.

The second floor was apparently dedicated to amenities. A section of bare rooms, some with prop spa equipment—perhaps for investor photo shoots as proof of concept. There was a shower section, with cozy, private shower rooms with their own electronic locks and numbers on them connected to what would have obviously been the gym. A single rack of dumbbells in the far corner abandoned, bizarrely enough, next to a wall of mirrors. The other far end of the room windows overlooking the pool.

The gym was large, taking up half of the floor plan, revealing the inner shape of the sky well to be a massive diamond. It was dark, naturally, her flashlight only revealing pieces of the pool area littered with debris. Mostly trash, as no trees could dump leaves in the deep end. If she wasn’t so interested in the actual apartments, Rena would have headed down there. But by all appearances, there wasn’t actually anything on the pool pad.

Huffing, Rena jogged back to the open stairwell and paused.

She’d left it wide open.

And it still was… but she could have sworn she propped it open at a wider angle. Not quite to the wall but a few inches away. Now it was open about two thirds of the way. Subtle but… not the same.

She glanced down at the dusty white floor and frowned, noting the scuffs in the dust indicating the wedge had been kicked into place. She tended to set the wedge down and force the door over the wedge enough to keep it in place herself.

A little unnerved, Rena removed the wedge and continued up to the next floor.

It was locked.

Huffing, she went up another floor.

Also locked.

There were twenty-eight floors and Rena had to go up to the twenty-fifth floor to find an unlocked door. It opened up to a hallway, a utility closet left open with wires hanging out of the access point in the ceiling. The hallway was bare, half painted and clearly about where they stopped during construction. Cans of dry paint left out beside an apartment door. Luckily, it was unlocked.

Now, the apartment building was built in a sort of oval shape. With an inner sky well of a diamond shape. Four sections, each with a pair of elevators and two stairways each—one for staff and one a fire exit. This section apparently overlooked the garden she’d come in through, her height revealing it was bordered by a miniature playground and a dry pond. Her view point a massive, window in the living room, white carpet still rolled up against the wall for installation.

The apartment was, naturally, massive. Clearly on the higher end of the building’s price range. Every room spacious with vaulted ceilings. Cabinets made of what appeared to be dark marble and intended to be highlighted with recessed lights. The bathrooms made her want to cry they were so nice. Polished porcelain and glass shower walls with the fanciest set up she’d ever fucking seen. The kind that needs a manual to operate for a few weeks and likely worked as a sauna judging by the crisp seal along the edges.

A total of three bedrooms and two baths, a laundry closet, a walk-in closet connected to the master bath, two regular but still larger than her closet-closets, kitchen, and balcony.

Weirdly, despite the state of the building, there wasn’t any trash or signs of life on this floor. It was the only one unlocked so far, and she’d seen a few tags in the lobby. So she wasn’t sure why there wasn’t any in here. Confused, she left the apartment and ventured further down the hallway. The doors were all locked. Still it didn’t baffle her as much, seeing as the paint cans were nearby the other one.

Why any were locked at this stage in construction was odd in itself though.

Circling around the building and returning to her wedged door, she froze.

It was open only a few inches, wedge leaving a small gap.

Rena swallowed hard, shivering suddenly in the stale air.

Quietly, she resolved to see if the upper floors were also locked and then quickly leaving before she found whoever was fucking with her wedge.

If she’d been able to see more than one apartment, she would have left that instant.

But she was breaking a promise so she was damned if she didn’t make it worth the betrayal.

Quietly, she retreated up the stairway to the next floor.

Locked.

Twenty-seven?

Locked.

Twenty—

Click.

Rena froze, eyes wide as she barely opened the door to the top floor.

It came from below her.

An access door clicking shut and echoing up the stairwell.

Heavy boots following up with deliberate slowness.

Heart racing, Rena made a gamble and slipped in, letting the door softly click behind her. Certain the other person heard, Rena raced down the hallway, circling the building, looking for a second stairway.

She found it next to the elevator, gold doors water stained and the stairwell door broken. Bent out of shape by the handle like a horse had tried to kick it in. Utterly jammed and not going anywhere.

…click.

Rena jumped, head snapping to look down the hallway. Heavy boots echoing on broken tile floors.

Desperately, Rena looked around, noticing the doorway to the next section was blocked by supplies. No way to quietly get through without alerting her stalker unless she grew several feet or risked leaping over.

Stalker.

Midnight Stalker.

Rena narrowly avoided gasping for air as she realized what was happening.

Gorey details of previous victims flooding her mind.

Grown men ripped open with their organs strewn out, each one stomped to on until the victim died. Women with their chests shredded, brutally cut into from the feet up. Faces mutilated. Tongues ripped out. Eyes stabbed clean through.

Her eyes met the door facing the elevator.

It was an apartment door.

Just barely open and clearly unlocked.

Aware she had a few moments left until she was seen, Rena slipped into the apartment and painstakingly locked the door as quietly as she could. Only with the doorknob though, the bolt still uninstalled and sitting on the floor. Carefully, she crept past the kitchen still being built, cabinetry bare bones along the wall and silhouetting the beginning of an island. The living room was massive but empty save the balcony window.

Guest bathroom? Completely empty.

Guest bedrooms? Also empty.

Rena didn’t bother checking the closets, realizing the floorplan was almost identical to the one below but simply bigger.

The master bedroom, however, was set up for a photoshoot. Airy, dusty bedding stained with mildew over a California king mattress. Dark wood for the bedroom suite furniture. Eyeing the wardrobe and the bed, Rena was forced to make a decision as the front door was kicked in.

BAM!

Rena turned off her flashlight and then she dove under the bed, dirty carpet unpleasantly gritty beneath her as she hid to the best of her ability. Holding her breath as the darkness pressed in all around her.

She could hear them walking through the apartment. Gritty glass and tile cracking beneath their boots as they confidently stalked around. Doors slamming open as they went.

Rena felt a cold chill drop down her spine as she realized she left the master bedroom door open. Hearing the stalker get closer.

Thump-thump.

And closer.

Thump-thump.

And then—

Thump.

They were standing at the foot of the bed. Rena barely able to hear steady breaths above her through the thin, showroom bedding that hung low to the floor.

Thump-thump.

Thump-thump.

Click—thump.

Click.

Thump-thump.

Creeeeeeak.

…

Rena held her breath as the stalker inspected one of the joined rooms. The closet or the bathroom, she wasn’t sure.

SLAM!

Rena jumped, nearly screaming but managing to silence her alarm.

She heard them leave, faster this time.

Thump-thump-thump-thump… thump—thump.

Click.

It was hard to hear the sound, her ears straining to register the noise.

She assumed it was the front door but couldn’t confirm with bootsteps in the hallway since the walls weren’t shitty thin like her own apartment.

Rena waited, counting down from one hundred.

She waited a little longer.

And then she slipped out from under the bed. Walking silently, arms outstretched as she sought the door, flashlight in one hand.

To her surprise, the door to the hallway was closed.

Carefully, she clicked on her flashlight and checked to make sure she hadn’t been turned around.

She stared at the light switch beside the door and cautiously opened it.

It was the bathroom door.

“O-Oh—ahah!” Rena laughed softly to herself, shaking her head. “I’m an idiot--!”

Rena turned around, beam of light sweeping across the room towards the far corner where a massive figure stood, knife catching the light in their hand. Screaming, she ran, this time correctly identifying the door out.

But she was too late.

A thick, bulging arm of steel wrapped around her throat, choking her with the crook of his elbow. Fabric bunched up around her chin as she gasped, dropping her flashlight, sending a beam of light spinning around the room. Knife stabbing into the door above her head, sinking deep into the wood. Arm lifting her up high against their chest as she frantically kicked and scratched.

A deep, growling voice hissed into her ear.

“You. Promised!”

Rena froze, breath wheezing from her lungs as recognition trickled in.

The voice was muffled beneath a mask, but undeniably familiar.

“K-Killer?” Rena wheezed softly, almost pleadingly.

“I told you to stay home.” He hissed furiously, squeezing her tighter as she flailed uselessly. “Told you it wasn’t safe—why do you never listen to me when it matters, Rena?” he asked, voice deep and harsh, more furious than she’d ever heard him before.

She pat his arm fretfully, barely able to gasp for air, let alone beg for forgiveness.

After a moment, he relaxed and let her drop to the floor, still sputtering.

She gasped for air, choking with her eyes burning as she was pressed against the door.

“W-Why do you have a knife—why are you here?!” Rena sputtered, looking up at him. He was cast in faint light, the flashlight facing more to their left and bouncing off the wall. Blond hair pulled back in a ponytail and lower face covered in a blood-stained mask.

Killer sighed.

“C’mon, Reens, I know you’re not that stupid.” Killer huffed, shifting his shoulders under a thick leather jacket. Muscles bulging against the unforgiving restraints of leather.

“You’re… you’re the killer… The Midnight Stalker. B-But why? Y-You’re so…” Rena struggled to explain her feelings. Tears dripping down her face as her heart raced, looking up at the knife still embedded in the door.

“Sometimes, exercise isn’t enough.” Killer shrugged, like it made all the sense in the world. And to him, it must.

“… are you going to kill me now?” Rena asked in a small, frightened voice. “I-I… you asked me not to go out… and now that I know…” Rena swallowed hard.

The air was tense for several long moments. Killer slowly leaning in, arm pressed against the door with the casual confidence of a man who knew the only way out was a window over two dozen stories above ground level.

She couldn’t see his eyes, but she knew he was staring down at her. His hand, bare of any protection, cupped her cheek as he sighed.

“…I—”

“W-What’s frustrating you? I-I can help—I would have helped you if you asked me b-before this… You’re my best friend—” Rena’s voice died as his fingers, so massive against her small face, flexed against her scalp. “But you are.”

“Oh?” Killer growled, curling his hand into a fist in her hair. “Even after you know what I’ve done? The people I killed. How long they must have begged for mercy?” He hissed and Rena squirmed uncomfortably.

The details still fresh in her mind… Rena couldn’t deny it frightened her.

She felt so small against him. Her head barely to his chest. An edge of danger where once she felt total safety. It was jarring.

Dizzying.

Intoxicating.

“I-I…” Rena’s voice faltered as he grasped the knife and yanked it free. Holding her still with one hand while the tip of the knife dragged over her face. Digging across her cheek and leaving a thin, tingling line behind. Just shy of cutting her.

Killer’s breathing picked up as he rubbed the blunt edge down her neck, scraping her skin until it flicked seamlessly down the front of her hoodie. Cutting it down her chest with a crisp sound. With a thoughtless motion, Killer flipped the sides apart.

She gasped as the edge of the knife slipped against the swell of her breast, blood beading up in the aftermath.

“…I can convince you?” Rena panted, uncomfortably hot as Killer pulled the knife away and flicked it in his gasp, blade down. For a moment, she was afraid he would plunge it into her body, but instead Killer delicately slipped the blade between the cups of her bra and cut.

“Convince me?” Killer purred thoughtfully. “I’m not sure you’d be offering me that if you knew how often I imagined making you scream.”

It was only years of knowing Killer that gave Rena the impression he didn’t… strictly mean it in a bad way.

“I can still scream.” Rena offered and was rewarded with a stilted snort.

“Oh, I know I can make you scream.” He sighed, pressing the tip of his knife between the fabric and her shoulder. Slowly pushing it away as she allowed it to fall. A flick of his knife cutting another thin line along her collar bone. “So small, you know? It’s the worst. Wanting what I can’t have without breaking you.”

Rena’s breath came in quick pants, nipples beading under his scrutiny as he tilted his head. The cold, flat part of his knife tapping her breasts teasingly.

“What’s this? Aren’t you scared?” he asked curiously. Knife slipping around the curve of her breast as cutting a thin, hot line between them. Rena gasped sharply and tried to remain still. Certain he’d cut her much worse if she struggled.

“A-Absolutely but…”

“But?”

“You’re still my best friend.”

Killer snarled, knife lashing out into the wall as he pinned her against it.

She felt small and helpless.

And made her rub her thighs together to relieve the edge it inspired within her.

Rena squirmed, slipping down Killer’s chest.

“Do you really hate being called that, Killer?” Rena asked in a soft voice.

“It’s one of many reasons I’m so pent up.” Killer admitted, his voice tinged with confusion as she half kneeled between his thighs.

Rena kissed the harsh tent of his erection and tossed away her ruined sweatshirt and bra.

“Then I guess I just have to make it up to you?” Rena implied coyly, hands tapping at his thick belt.

Killer’s breathing was rapid and deep, chest heaving for air as his hips canted forward.

“Yeah. You should. Before I find a better use for that lying mouth.” Killer warned.

Not needing to be told twice, Rena slipped open his buckle and tugged down his pants. Forcing them over his thick thighs until his cock bounced free. She froze, certain that the light was just not clear enough.

He looked thick and massive. Cock straining to raise under its own weight as the tip caught the light in a wet smear.

Rena reached over and pulled the flashlight closer, propping it up to cast light onto the ceiling.

No.

Killer’s cock was just massive.

A heavy hand settled over her head and his other fisted his cock. Pumping it harshly.

“Scared, Reens?” Killer asked gruffly, concern barely hidden.

Rena nuzzled closer to his cock, allowing his knuckles to dig into her hair as she kissed the swollen balls. Whispering against the heated, curly hair.

“You’re so big, Killer. You’re going to choke me.” Rena’s voice was thick with excitement as his cock throbbed. Killer let her go and shoved down his pants all the way to his ankles.

“Yeah I will.” He grunted, grasping her face and pressing her lips to his leaking tip. Groaning as she licked the hot skin. Despite both of their interest, he allowed her to slowly take him into her lips. The thick tip heavy and dripping onto her tongue as she lapped at it. Sucking it further down her throat in slow motions until it weighed down her tongue and brushed the back. Certain she reached her limit, Rena started to pull away. “I. Will.”

Killer grasped her head and rammed his cock down her throat, groaning as she whined. Choking around his throbbing cock, throat swallowing around the obstruction as her nose buried into his curls. Killer let slip a chuckle and ground against her face. Fucking her face as she fell limp, relaxing to try and make it easier to take his cock down her throat. Letting him control her as she tried to just breathe, lightheaded and dizzy with arousal at the rough treatment her usually gentle-giant friend afforded her.

“N-Ngh, th-that’s it. T-Take my cock! B-Better than I imagined it would be—small throat so tight—good girl, baby.” Killer whined, cumming down her throat with a harsh moan. It spurted down her throat in a hot wave and filled her mouth until it spurted free from her lips. But he kept rocking and trembling against her face. Fucking her in desperate jerks. “P-Pretty convincing, Reens, ssssoooo fucking convincing! Show me! Show me why I-I should k-keep you alive!”

Rena whined, looking up at him through her lashes with tears in her eyes. She moaned loudly, watching as he jerked hard at the stimulation.

“Y-Yeah? A-And?” He demanded, balls hitting her chin with wet smacks.

Rena slipped open her belt and reached into her pants. Rubbing her soaked panties with a muffled moan. Circling her t-clit as her hips jerked sporadically with the growing heat.

“M-Mmm! C-Can hear your next argument—s-sounds promising, pretty girl. C-Can you take it, though? Can th-that tiny pussy take my cock?” Rena swallowed hard and moaned an affirmative, nuzzling into his cock. “Y-You think so? B-Better—that little throat can barely handle me as it is. H-Hurt, baby?”

It kind of did, actually. Rena’s throat burning with exertion as she suppressed her gag reflex. Her saliva struggled to lubricate his cock when he wouldn’t pull out. It turned her on, though, her fingers scissoring her cunt as he continued to fuck her messy face.

It felt good to struggle against him like this. Like he was taking what he wanted. And Rena, despite wanting it too, struggled to give it him. Requiring a firm hand to please him.

It shocked her a little when he suddenly pulled free with a harsh groan.

She sputtered, gasping for air, only for him to cum over her face as she jerked back in surprise. His fist slapping against his cock as he stroked out the last of it onto her open mouth. He grasped her face and squeezed, tilting her head to either side as he inspected her.

“Oh—look at that pretty face. Would be a waste to bust it in. You like that? Like me telling you what I almost did—have done before?” Killer asked breathlessly, the sound of her wet cunt clenching her fingers audible in the quiet room. “I saw you in the gym, you know. Didn’t recognize you at first. I planned on dragging you down the stairs and making you watch as I cut you open. Seeing how hard I am at the sound of your screams. M-Maybe I still will, pretty girl. Maybe I won’t—if I breed that wet pussy you keep playing with. Selfish. Always so selfish with your best toys.” Killer chuckled thoughtlessly.

“A-And waste this pretty cock only doing it once?” Rena asked now that she had caught her breath. “I could be your best toy. W-Want it, please, Killer—I’m so wet.” Rena squeezed her t-clit. Playing with the engorged button as she licked the cum on her lips.

“W-Would be a waste… But maybe I’m not convinced yet? Maybe I need to see if it’s as good as I dreamed to fuck that pussy raw until you scream.” Killer mused, dragging her up and shoving her around. Smacking her ass once before stripping her pants off, Rena kicking off her boots eagerly as Killer removed her belt all the way. “You’re mine, either way.” He sneered, pulling her wrists close over her lower back and tying them together with her belt.

He stepped back, lifting up her hips and dragging her with him. Rena struggled to arch up her spine to keep from folding over his arm as he pressed his cock against her cunt. Rubbing the thick, hot mass between her folds as she dripped profusely onto him.

“I-I… Killer… you know I can’t have kids…” Rena admitted softly.

Killer grunted, popping the thick tip into her pussy.

“…I know.” Killer adjusted his arm under her belly to hold her more firmly before slamming in deep. “Doesn’t mean I can’t breed you, Reens.” He laughed as she screamed, her pussy struggling around his cock. Her ass not even brushing his hips as he railed her cunt open. Trying to force his cock to hilt despite knowing how small she was.

“K-Killer! Killer! Ahn! AH! A-AH! O-Ooh—K-Kill—Killer—yes—H-Hurts s-soooo g-ood! So! Good~!” Rena wailed, her voice bouncing off the walls erratically as she cried out, fucked like a toy over Killer’s arm. Legs swaying with his aggressive thrusts as she struggled to remain horizontal. Pussy burning as his cock bullied her past her limits.

His free hand stroked down her spine thoughtfully for a moment before the cold edge of a knife pressed against her skin. He made a small cut and she moaned, jerking in his hold without thought, fire burning as he sliced across her arm.

The pain twisted her mind as it consumed her. A scream ripping from her throat as her spine snapped back, cumming onto his cock as he continued attempting to hilt inside her.

“L-Looks so cute covered in blood—d-don’t worry, it’s not deep. B-But I sure am. L-Look at that, almost halfway down my c-cock—good girl—good girl~” Killer panted, fucking her through her orgasm as she wailed, mind scrambling to comprehend half of his cock inside her. “G-Good reason to keep you, isn’t it? T-training you to take my whole cock like a good girl? Breeding you every night—how’s that sound? W-Want to save a few lives with that cute pussy?”

The suggestion of a future offering up her body to keep Killer from going out and murdering someone made her moan. Letting him take out all his frustrations on her body, his good girl.

“Y-Yeah—yeah—w-why waste your time with them when you c-could be breeding me, baby?” Rena asked breathlessly, thighs trembling as he buried his cock as deep as it would go. Straining her walls as she whined. “B-Breed me—breed me, Killer—wanna be yours! M-Make me—give me—w-want it~!” she babbled, head fuzzy with the impossible stretch of his cock.

Killer leaned down, chest plastered against her slick back as he reached down to where his cock bullied her pussy. Fingertips brushing over her swollen t-clit. Grinding harshly onto it with a deep groan as it made her cunt spasm around him.

“Now that’s a good argument.” Killer agreed, making her squirt onto his cock as he ground into her overstimulated cunt. Hot cum filling her stuffed pussy and spilling down her thighs as he grunted. Brushing down his face mask so he could kiss her shoulders and lick up her throat. “H-Hate wasting time—already wasted so much time trying not to breed this sweet cunt. W-Why hold back anymore when I could enjoy making my brave girl scream?”

Rena cried out, babbling agreement against the molded door as Killer started fucking her again. Keeping her lifted up to receive his cock—as much as she could take and a little bit more.

Rena’s moans bounced off her apartment walls as she clutched Killer’s leather jacket. Legs trembling as she lowered herself onto his cock. Still barely able to take any more of it than she did that first night, Killer was still just as eager to try. One arm thrown over the edge of the couch and the other brushing back his hair as he grinned without a single care. Too enthralled at the way her pussy struggled around him.

Knife gleaming in his outstretched arm.

“Ya sure you wanna try again tonight, Reens?” Killer asked with a smirk. “Been wanting to check out a new building.” He teased.

“U-Uhn—less you wanna fuck there too—no! W-Wanted this all week! C-Can’t wait anymore!” Rena whined, leather creaking between her fists as he stretched out her pussy.

The ‘Midnight Stalker’ hadn’t claimed a life in over a month.

Not since they’d made their relationship official, that is.

Sometimes he’d cheekily threaten to ‘go out’, but he barely needed to finish his sentence before Rena was bent over the nearest table.

They fucked other times, sure, but when he was in a mood… Well, there was a reason Rena was so eager to take his cock. Only a matter of time until he used the knife on her, gifting her little cuts here and there. And every inch of his cock her body could take until she wailed about it being too much. Her sadistic boyfriend not stopping until his bloodlust—and sexual desire—was sated.

She could lie and claim it was for those innocent lives he’d otherwise brutally murder but…

“That’s my eager little girl~” Killer teased, thrusting up into her suddenly to force out another wail. “So pretty on my cock. Struggling to take it all… maybe tomorrow instead. Don’t have work so I’m free… unless you are too?” Killer asked.

She nodded, bouncing on his cock harder, gasping for air between frantic moans.

“I-I am--!” Rena squeaked, falling onto his chest as he braced her ass with one hand. Thrusting up into her as he sighed in faux reluctance.

“Nothing for it. Guess I gotta breed you tomorrow too, baby.” Killer smiled, leaning down to kiss her. Tongues tangling together as they moaned, bodies trembling from pent up aggression.

If he never killed again—it would be a secondary benefit to the city. Mostly just because Rena couldn’t stand not having his pretty cock on a regular basis and Killer willing to indulge her. Only smiling when she’s crying on his cock—too fixated to care about his smile or laugh when her pussy demands every inch of his attention.

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17112023 day 23/30 of intentionality

my intentions for today:

health: am meds, hygiene, exercise, pm meds

work: 9-5

accountability: derm appointment, dance class

📖: Talking to Strangers by Malcolm Gladwell

reflection: my coworkers loved the samosas which was a huge relief! the derm has put me on roaccutane so we'll see how that goes. the pretreatment already worked pretty well so i hope it goes well. our dance performance is next saturday and the students and their parents aren't putting effort into coming to classes so i had a strict talk with our coordinator and let her know we'd better cancel it if it keeps going this way. so anyway today's class got cancelled and we'll see what happens. tad worried.

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Have you had more hot or cold drinks today? Cold. I hate hot drinks, they're suuuper uncomfortable to me – then again, it's likely because I live in a tropical/very warm climate. I spend more time waiting for a hot drink to cool than I do actually drinking it, if ever I am served something piping hot.

What’s a name you like that’s similar to yours? I like the name Rowan, for a girl.

Where did you get the last plate/bowl you ate with from? Idk, it's been part of the house ever since we moved in 17 years ago.

How’s your mental health today? I feel like it's generally been a lot healthier and more stable since I started to consciously set boundaries (work-wise, of course; y'all are not new here hahah) for 2025.

I delegate tasks if my load feels full, I speak up if I don't agree with something/someone, I don't pressure myself to laugh with everyone anymore, I don't reply when I've made it clear that I'm away... I know they're probably not happy about me stepping a bit back, but as long as my mental health no longer feels like it's being pounded on by a sledgehammer, I don't intend on bringing things back the way they used to be where I ended up suffering all year long.

What bands and artists did you listen to when you were a teenager? I was heavily into punk rock coming from CM Punk's influence – so apart from my own favorites which included Paramore, All Time Low, Fall Out Boy, and P!ATD, I also discovered H2O, The Bouncing Souls, Rancid, The Misfits, Cro-Mags, Minor Threat, and Against Me!

Oh I also liked One Direction LOL

Do your feelings get hurt easily? They do. I'm admittedly sensitive. Maybe it comes from the years of my mom hurling insults at me? Haha but instead of it jading me, I've just been more easily hurt.

What sort of restaurant did you last eat at? My best friends and I had dinner at Salta, this quaint little Italian place somewhere in the city. It's been getting a healthy level of virality recently, but it was a relief to find out that they can walk the talk because holy tasty Batman everything was excellent.

Do you have a friend who’s always sending you TikTok videos? Do you actually watch them? Angela's ALWAYS sending me videos in our TikTok PMs, but it's since turned into an inside joke of sorts because it's ME who never opens the app – so all her video shares just get clogged up in our thread. lol she's since learned to send me videos through Messenger instead (I'm on there much more often) but every once in a while she'll still send me videos through TikTok.

Have you ever seen a cougar in the wild? No...and I don't think we have them here, either.

Will you attend a wedding in the next 3 months? Nothing in 3 months! The only one I have scheduled is 13 months away.

Are you good at following instructions? Terrible, especially if it's just recited to me. I'm not too good with following drawn/illustrated instructions, either. I need them to be written out.

What’s your backyard or outdoor area like? It's minimalist, but we also like it that way. It has pebble paving(?), and has enough space to fit our basketball net and for my dad to run and dribble around whenever he does his daily drills/exercise. We don't need anything too large as we prefer using the rooftop anyway if we're looking for time outdoors.

Do you like your boss? (or your last boss if you don’t currently have one)? He actually just got hired a week ago after more than a year of the position being stupid vacant, so for now I'm just letting myself feel the absolute RELIEF of finally having a superior / mentor figure. He's still getting himself settled so there's not much room for feedback just yet from me. We'll see what the next few months give us.

When was the last time you took a selfie? Last Sunday, with Cooper.

What did you have for breakfast yesterday? A cup of coffee, as always.

What do you do to entertain yourself on a long flight or journey? If it's a flight, I make sure to download a loooooot of options for offline videos (for me, either BTS videos or Friends episodes) since there's never any wi-fi on planes, and I don't like falling asleep during flights, either.

If it's just a road trip, I'm usually fine with an alternate routine of listening to music, scrolling through Reddit/social media, looking out the window, and talking to whoever the driver is so they feel accompanied during the long ride.

Where are you right now? I'm staying at a coffee shop while Agi's getting his fur trimmed at the pet salon next door.

Have you ever done a hearing test? I don't think so! I've done countless vision tests, though.

Do you hate small talk? I hate small talk if it's related to work (like if I need to entertain attendees during an event), but I'm good at it. It's just something I need to do and get through, because such is life.

Otherwise, if it's with family, mutual friends etc... I actually prefer small talk! I like making people feel listened to/included, and at the same time it lets me learn more about them, too. I have no problem backing out if a person prefers to be quiet.

What’s the hottest temperature your current town/city has ever had? Somewhere in the 40Cs, which is usually the case from April-June.

How many steps per day do you do, generally? Less than 1k. I work from home and also don't like walking in the village all that much, lol. Whenever I have work days, though, I do walk A LOT so my endurance is pretty good regardless. In Japan alone I had nearly 20,000 steps for 3 days straight and could keep going if only it wasn't so crowded in some areas.

Have you had any snacks today? None yet but when I get back home, I'll probably look for something to eat. Fortunately we've got quite a lot of snacks left over from the holidays, haha.

What’s the next thing you’ll tick off your to-do list? I need to pick up batteries tomorrow for my Carat Bong.

Have you ever had a chia pet? No.

What’s your favourite sandwich filling? Fried chicken. The big, crispy kind; not the thin, cheaper variant.

Do you have any nieces or nephews? Nope.

What was the last reason you saw a doctor? Besides my dentist, I had to see one for my annual physical exam.

Do you use light mode or dark mode on your phone? Dark for most apps. On Reddit though I like the light mode better.

[congorx]

Understanding Menstrual Disorders: Causes, Symptoms, and Solutions

Menstrual disorders are a group of conditions that interfere with the normal menstrual cycle, affecting millions of women worldwide, including in the Democratic Republic of Congo. These disorders can significantly impact daily life and overall well-being, yet many women suffer in silence due to stigma or lack of access to adequate healthcare.

If you are experiencing irregularities in your menstrual cycle or unusual symptoms, know that help is available. Let’s dive into the causes, symptoms, and solutions for menstrual disorders, and how online consultations through platforms like CongoRx can provide timely and effective support.

What Are Menstrual Disorders?

Menstrual disorders refer to a range of issues that deviate from a regular menstrual cycle. Common conditions include:

Dysmenorrhea: Painful periods with cramping.

Amenorrhea: Absence of menstruation for three months or longer.

Menorrhagia: Heavy or prolonged menstrual bleeding.

Premenstrual Syndrome (PMS): Physical and emotional symptoms occurring before menstruation.

Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS): A hormonal disorder affecting ovulation and menstrual cycles.

Irregular Periods: Unpredictable cycle lengths.

These disorders often stem from underlying health issues, hormonal imbalances, or external factors like stress and lifestyle.

Causes of Menstrual Disorders

Several factors contribute to menstrual disorders, such as:

Hormonal Imbalances: Fluctuations in estrogen and progesterone levels can disrupt the cycle.

Medical Conditions: PCOS, thyroid disorders, and uterine fibroids.

Stress and Lifestyle: High stress levels, poor diet, and lack of exercise.

Infections: Untreated pelvic infections are a leading cause in regions like Congo, where access to timely healthcare is sometimes limited.

Addressing these causes often requires a multidisciplinary approach, including lifestyle changes and medical interventions.

Symptoms to Watch For

While menstrual symptoms vary widely, it’s essential to recognize warning signs that may require medical attention:

Excessively heavy bleeding or passing large clots.

Severe pelvic pain or cramping.

Irregular cycles lasting less than 21 days or more than 35 days.

Spotting or bleeding between periods.

Chronic fatigue, dizziness, or anemia.

If you or someone you know in Congo is experiencing these symptoms, seeking professional guidance is crucial.

Managing Menstrual Disorders

Lifestyle Adjustments:

Maintain a balanced diet rich in iron and vitamins.

Engage in regular physical activity to regulate hormones.

Practice stress management techniques, like yoga or meditation.

Medical Treatments:

Hormonal therapies such as birth control pills or IUDs.

Medications for pain relief and symptom control.

Surgical interventions for conditions like fibroids or endometriosis.

Online Consultation Services: Access to healthcare is a challenge in many parts of Congo. Platforms like CongoRx offer online consultations with gynecologists and specialists, ensuring timely diagnosis and treatment from the comfort of your home.

Why Addressing Menstrual Disorders Matters

In countries like Congo, cultural stigmas around menstruation often deter women from seeking help. Education and accessible healthcare can transform this narrative. With services like CongoRx, women can connect with trusted doctors for compassionate and confidential care, ensuring they don't face these challenges alone.

Take the First Step with CongoRx

Living with menstrual disorders can be challenging, but you don’t have to face it alone. Whether you’re dealing with painful cramps, irregular cycles, or suspect an underlying condition, timely consultation with a healthcare professional can make a difference.

Visit CongoRx today to book an online consultation and start your journey toward better health. Empower yourself to take charge of your menstrual health—because every woman deserves care and understanding.

[abhinavayu21]

PMS Relief: Find What Works for You

Introduction:

PMS is a state experienced by many women whose symptoms show up within 1 to 2 weeks before the start of menstruation, and they revolve mostly around hormonal changes affecting physical, mental and emotional conditions. Identifying ideal therapies for PMS that would improve daily functioning, is also useful. This blog will address: natural and non-pharmacological approaches to treating PMS symptoms, which will be explained through recommendations on lifestyle modifications, dietary changes, and other medicine for premenstrual syndrome.

What is PMS?

PMS is a hormonal disease that focuses on the fluctuations in levels of estrogen and progesterone hormones. Such hormonal changes have several effects on the body, including tender breasts, weight gain, mood swings, irritability, and constant fatigue. As for the present article, it is important to understand the origins of these symptoms in order to find the cure.

Symptoms of PMS:

PMS symptoms can vary widely but often include:

Mood swings

Irritability

Fatigue

Bloating

Breast tenderness

Headaches

Anxiety

Depression

These symptoms are due to alterations in interact function between steroids and hormones such as dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin.

Natural Ways to Manage PMS:

1. Increase Serotonin Levels Naturally:

Serotonin is a neurotransmitter which has an impact on person’s feelings. It has been preceded that inositol enhances serotonin signaling and that low levels of serotonin are associated with mood swings and depression, both of which are symptoms of PMS. Here are some types of foods that directly enhance serotonin:

Diet Tips:

Make sure to consume products containing complex carbohydrates such as rice, fruits and vegetables.

One should take products rich in lean protein for instance chicken fish and beans.

Take monounsaturated fats in nuts, seeds and avocados since they help reduce cholesterol levels.

This means that one should refrain from consuming foods in boxes, sugary foods, and foods that contain caffeine.

2. Stop Being a Night Owl:

Another crucial principle of daily life and hormonal balance is wake-sleep cycling or rhythmicity. It was also found that lack of sleep would lead to aggravation of PMS.

Sleep Tips:

The recommended amount of hours for sleep is between seven and nine hours for a competent level of functioning.

Stay on a regular sleep-wake schedule and avoid sleeping during the day hours.

Ponder on the creation of a relaxing bedtime regimen of reading or bathing with warm water.

This means that activities that involve use of screens or anything that would stimulate the brain should be avoided just before sleeping.

3. Take Sun Baths and Engage in Physical Activity:

In addition to affected mental health conditions, natural sunlight exposure and subsequent physical activities can improve many PMS symptoms. It assists the body in the synthesis of vitamin D, which plays a critical role in mood as well as in the body’s general wellbeing.

Activity Tips:

Get 15 to 20 minutes of sunlight exposure per day.

Perform activities such as yoga, exercise, Surya Namaskar or morning walking which enhances the secretion of endorphin thus helping to calm the nerves.

Physical activity contributes to the regulation of hormonal levels, elevates one’s spirits, and combats bloating.

Understanding the Role of Neurotransmitters:

Neurotransmitters like dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin are known to cause or exacerbate PMS symptoms.

Dopamine: Associated with pleasure and reward system. Whereas, low levels can cause depression and lack of aspiration or motivation. The levels of dopamine can be increased through exercises as well as fun activities.

Serotonin: Closely related to mood control and modulation. Tasty foods, drinks, and regular exercise help to enhance the serotonin level in the human body.

Oxytocin: It is popularly referred to as the ‘cuddle hormone’ since it aids in the bond formation and the calming effect. Oxytocin level can be boosted through participation in activities such as those involving yoga, interpersonal communication, and touching.

Finding the Right Medicine for Premenstrual Syndrome:

While lifestyle changes can manage PMS, some may need medication. Consult a healthcare professional to explore options like these:

Over-the-counter pain relievers such as ibuprofen and aspirin.

Hormonal treatments like birth control pills to regulate hormone levels.

Antidepressants, mainly selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors (SSRIs), for severe mood-related symptoms.

Moreover, “Upasham Tablets” by Abhinav Healthcare are natural remedies that have shown fairly promising results for PMT patients. This Ayurvedic medicine effectively helps in treating various PMS symptoms through the use of natural ingredients that balance hormones and reduce discomforts.

Conclusion:

Effectively managing premenstrual syndrome necessitates a holistic approach including dietary improvements, changes in lifestyle and medical interventions when necessary. Appreciating the hormonal and neurotransmitter aspects of PMS enables one to make decisions on how to minimize these symptoms and improve quality of life. Importantly, what works for one person may not work for another; therefore it is important to find the right combination of approaches that will suit you best.

Upasham Tablets from Abhinav Healthcare could be worth considering by anyone searching for Ayurvedic medicine for premenstrual syndrome and menstrual irregularities. The right blend of dietary modifications along with an appropriate drug regimen can go a long way towards managing PMS effectively while also enhancing physical issues.

Resource:

[fettesans]

I wrote a text to accompany the announcement of Felix Deiters' exhibition The Questionnaire which opens Friday, 13 October 2023, 6–9 PM at SOX. If you are in Berlin, please join us.

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🎶How does the disappearance of time influence your mood, mental health and bodily experience? Help us find out by signing up for, and sharing, our new pre-registered survey! These surveys will track your mood, your experience of the (time) crisis, and your interoceptive experiences on that day. You can stop at anytime, and should do so if you feel any distress whatsoever from completing the surveys. 🎶

The first time she had her tarot cards read, she was told to keep her question quiet, to herself. And in this crowded bar she took a breath of relief and with sedulous silence, she uttered nothing. Oh, how good this felt to be offered both the question and the answers, she had thought.

Considering how much biometric data she had shed into the world, it was astonishing how much more diffuse she was with information. She told herself this spoke of a desire to inhabit other identities, of voraciously collecting stories, of wanting to remain odd-angled, hazy-like, being based nowhere-in-particular but here, and of always preferring another scene altogether, like a second opinion to her own thoughts. Anything but a straight answer, and never settling on a favorite color. Not that she didn’t have one, she simply preferred to complicate impressions made of her.

But a questionnaire isn’t a manifesto, I told her.

In 1617, an interrogatory comprising eighty-four items guided the commissioners of Eichstätt in Bavaria in their investigation of suspects. Some of the questions were grouped under topics, such as “Diabolical lust” or “shapeshifting.” Under the latter, one of the questions asked was “Whether she did not change into other forms; why, how, when, and by what means did it happen (no. 75).”

In a world where death came often and unannounced, I imagined how such questions required precise answers when the only guides were shaped by dictated prayers and confession-by-fire.

A questionnaire would have to be cast like a spell, she said. And the answers would bear the contours of a knife found in the crease of a striped couch. Words thrown like insults to exercise one’s conjured slang—the bastard tongue lovingly excoriating the mother. Or Panacea fucking Epione, I said over her laugh.

She wanted to know if there was this one lie I kept, and would always reach for when trying to give a satisfying answer to a stranger felt like watching my doppelgänger reach into my organs with a grin. I realized that I didn’t possess such a handy tune to sprinkle. I already killed the louche fucker, I probably answered instead.

I take that you have one to recite, I asked. Yes.

She had always loved taking and trying on things from her friends’ closets, or from a lover’s bedroom floor, a shirt worn the night before preferably, and when they would say you look good, she would always believe it. She thought how such gestures were templates to her own advice column, or towards an entire self-help book for casting foolish yet sensual responses when each question is a riddle. After all, advice—whether unsolicited, unwarranted, or desperately sought—appeared in ancient philosophical treatises, and medieval medical manuals, before it became the golden smear of Facebook’s actually infinite News Feed.

It was the hospital regime that produced the first sets of standardized protocols for the collection of information forms to be filled in by doctors. Volker Hess and Andrew Mendelsohn have written about “the technology of paper pre-scribing,” namely, blank sheets ruled in columns to obtain particular data. By the end of the 18th century, hospitals in Berlin and Vienna used these to record patient admission, diet, and discharge (or death). More detailed diagnoses and treatments for each patient came to be added, or recorded, on separately configured sheets or in journals. In long-practiced disciplines, such as medicine, the categories or topics written at the top of the columns – symptoms, diagnosis, prognosis, cure, etc. – functioned as implied questions.

I told her how much I loved to look at my multiple reflections formed by opposing mirrors in the entrance halls of the old Charlottenburg apartment buildings. Like a relentless acquisitor of circumstances, you seem to extend into the infinite when in reality you get progressively darker and fade into invisibility, long before you even get to the end. I remember how she looked at me as if I had just hurled an occult formula she could deviate into a questionnaire. It’s in the way mirrors reaffirm body consciousness by gesturing deceptively towards our inherent failure of communication—how my reflected body would be saying no when I wanted yes. Is that what being in the world means to you? she finally asked me. Maybe.

The push and shove of wanting, immersed in such an unstable, expansive present. How does one sequence self disagreements? I responded.

Eventually, I told her that the questions I’ve answered best were always the ones conferred like orders by a lover, questions without interrogation points, permissions really. As if possessing a strange talent like drawing blood simply with their fingers touching my skin. Conjuring veins for a laugh, or a fuck, and never expecting words. She would attempt a dispute, insisting that a questionnaire is always like an armor to the one who asks. The one who asks doesn’t have to endure any of the arrows yielded in return, she yelled at me. I remember how I stroked her hair, consoling her fantasy of opting out by saying that she needed to commit more dramatically to the source of the conflict by spending even more time on Quora. Finally, she kissed me with a smile. I remember having said something like how in his genius, Bob Flanagan had gotten rid of the power of decision-making by stealing all of the arrows. Turning his curse into something better than any audience when he had raised this army of Saint Sebastien longing for his embrace.

Perhaps questionnaires are the ultimate aporia between words and meaning, they suggest the most imperceptible forces, from moon tides to the incomprehension of decay. They force a collaboration like a hieratic plot, so deceptively arbitrary yet often bearing a scheming motive, that when a question eventually satisfies the curiosity, it induces the rattled wish to have had an entirely different one asked.

Did I only give you love when you were in pain? I don’t know. I was in pain so much of the time.

Excerpts from Daniel Midena & Richard Yeo (2022) Towards a history of the questionnaire, Intellectual History Review, 32:3, 503-529, DOI: 10.1080/17496977.2022.2097576

[drajaytrivedi]

Slip Disc Treatment Without Surgery in Agra — Dr. Ajay Trivedi

If you’re looking for a safe, effective, and permanent solution — without surgery — Dr. Ajay Trivedi at Dr. Trivedi’s Homeopathic & Cosmetology Center, Agra, offers a proven homeopathic approach to healing slip disc naturally.

💡 What is a Slip Disc?

Your spine is made up of a series of bones called vertebrae, separated by soft, gel-like cushions called intervertebral discs. These discs act like shock absorbers, helping you move flexibly and protecting your spinal cord.

A slip disc occurs when the soft inner portion of the disc bulges out through a tear in the outer shell. This herniation can put pressure on nearby nerves, leading to pain, discomfort, or even restricted movement.

⚠️ Common Symptoms of Slip Disc

Many people live with a slip disc unknowingly until the symptoms worsen. Some warning signs include:

🔹 Lower back or neck pain that may radiate to arms or legs

🔹 Tingling, numbness, or “pins and needles” sensation

🔹 Weakness in muscles of the limbs

🔹 Pain while walking, sitting, or standing

🔹 Loss of balance or mobility

🔹 Discomfort while sneezing or coughing

🔹 Difficulty lifting objects or bending

Note: Symptoms vary depending on which disc is affected (cervical, thoracic, or lumbar spine).

🧬 Causes & Risk Factors of Slip Disc

A slip disc can result from various lifestyle and biological factors:

❗ Poor posture

❗ Improper lifting techniques

❗ Sedentary lifestyle or lack of exercise

❗ Aging and wear & tear

❗ Sudden trauma or injury

❗ Obesity or being overweight

❗ Occupations involving repetitive strain on the spine

🌿 Homeopathic Treatment — A Natural, Non-Surgical Approach

Homeopathy offers a gentle yet powerful method for treating slip disc by activating the body’s natural healing mechanisms.

At Dr. Trivedi’s Clinic, you can expect:

✅ Benefits of Homeopathic Treatment for Slip Disc

✔️ Long-lasting pain relief and reduced swelling

✔️ Relieves nerve compression naturally

✔️ Strengthens spinal muscles and improves flexibility

✔️ Zero side effects — safe for all age groups

✔️ No surgery, no steroids, and no dependency on painkillers

✔️ Custom-made remedies for individualized care

✔️ Improves sleep and quality of life

Unlike allopathic treatment, which often masks symptoms, homeopathy treats the root cause to prevent recurrence.

👨‍⚕️ Meet Dr. Ajay Trivedi — Trusted Homeopathic Spine Specialist in Agra

Dr. Ajay Trivedi M.D. (Hom.), P.G.D.C.C. (Germany) Homeopathic & Cosmetic Physician

Dr. Trivedi brings years of experience and international training to deliver evidence-based homeopathic care. He has helped hundreds of patients avoid surgery and regain their mobility and confidence using purely natural treatment protocols.

His practice combines classical homeopathy with modern diagnostic tools for accurate assessment and personalized healing plans.

🏥 Clinic Information

📍 Dr. Trivedi’s Homeopathic & Cosmetology Center UG-1 Vishwakarma Complex,Kargil, Shastri Puram Rd, near Easy Day, Sikandra, Agra, Uttar Pradesh 282007

📞 Appointments & Inquiries: 📱 +91 9359116026, ☎️ 05624306026

🕘 Clinic Hours: Monday — Sunday: 10 am–9 pm Sunday: By Appointment Only

🌐 Online Consultations Available

🧘‍♂️ Lifestyle Tips to Manage and Prevent Slip Disc

While treatment is essential, your everyday habits play a huge role in recovery:

✅ Maintain good posture while sitting and walking

✅ Use ergonomic chairs and sleeping mattresses

✅ Avoid heavy lifting and sudden twisting motions

✅ Engage in regular stretching and back-strengthening exercises

✅ Maintain a healthy weight to reduce spinal pressure

✅ Stay hydrated and eat anti-inflammatory foods

✅ Practice yoga or physiotherapy under expert guidance

🧾 Final Thoughts

Don’t let a slipped disc disrupt your daily life or push you toward unnecessary surgery. With safe and scientific homeopathy, permanent relief is possible — without the fear of side effects or hospital stays.

Dr. Ajay Trivedi in Agra offers one of the most trusted and effective homeopathic treatments for slip disc and spinal issues.

📍 Visit the clinic or book your consultation today!

📞 Call: +91 9359116026 / 05624306026 📍 Address: UG-1 Vishwakarma Complex,Kargil, Shastri Puram Rd, near Easy Day, Sikandra, Agra, Uttar Pradesh 282007

[sakasamarainbow]

Wavebox has a character limit so my response is archived here.

Question:

Do u have advice for staying awake throughout the day other than caffeine? I'm so worried about starting my full time job in the fall bc after lunch around 2 pm is basically my nap time and im trying to cut caffeine out bc not having it gives me a headache/withdrawal

Nice, congrats on getting a full time job, don’t worry too much and think of the cash flow 😉

This is where I have to tap the “for legal reasons this is not real medical advice” sign lol… The only real advice I have is brute force. Hahaha. I don’t drink coffee during work days due to time constraints and rely purely on adrenaline in the lab.

If you usually nap (I’m assuming it's a real nap time and not an after lunch coma) at 2PM then there’s a possibility your body has been conditioned to it. The best way to get out of that, would be to slowly recondition your behaviour so that you are accustomed to no nap break in the afternoon. Unfortunately I don’t have experience in this so my approach would just be to stop sleeping in the afternoon until I was used to it. Additionally, it is suggested that a meal high in fat and low in carbohydrate caused a greater decline in alertness versus a meal low in fat and high in carbohydrates, though both demonstrated a decline in alertness either way. Food coma is real.

I have personally found that chewing gum (particularly if it was hell-frost-level minty) works a bit to keep me awake. Supposedly the act of chewing gum can activate portions of your brain and is associated with wakefulness and stress relief to some extent. Another option is chewing on an apple, which also has the benefit of adding a bit of sugar to prevent hypoglycaemia.

Another possibility of which I have no idea how feasible it is for you, is an exercise break. There was a study done on university students that showed 5-10 minute movement breaks every 20 minutes increased alertness and concentration. Though it also mentioned this was not necessarily feasible even in class. It did also mention that interaction and enjoyment may also have been a huge factor as more intense exercise in other studies did not show maintenance of the increase in alertness and concentration 30 minutes later… 

If the issue is purely caffeine withdrawals though, you may also be in luck because apparently withdrawal usually happens between 12-24 hours after abstinence from caffeine and lasts between 2-9 days but can occur 3-7 days later for higher dosage users. This means you would only need to withstand about a week or so of withdrawal headaches without consuming the same amounts of caffeine. There was also a study that suggested the “awakening” effects of caffeine only took effect in subjects experiencing lethargy and tiredness as caffeine withdrawal symptoms with no difference in those who had stopped intake for 7 days. 

It may be important to note though, that caffeine is also present in a lot of other products so you may need to keep an eye on your other foods/medicines to monitor intake, like for example tea, cocoa products, supplements etc.

…So all in all I don’t think I have much useful advice LOL I’m so sorry.

[jammi-scans]

Woman's Guide to Understanding and Managing Premenstrual Syndrome

Introduction:Premenstrual syndrome (PMS) is a condition that occurs a few days prior to a menstrual cycle. Premenstrual Syndrome affects most women in their reproductive age both physically and mentally. Some women even take PMS medication to relieve the symptoms. In this article, let's discuss in detail about PMS remedies, PMS mood swings, premenstrual syndrome treatments, causes and everything about it in brief.What is PMS? PMS stands for Premenstrual Syndrome. It refers to a set of physical and emotional impacts a woman has a few days before her menstrual cycle. Although these symptoms might vary from person to person, most women have at least one symptom before their period.What is PMDD? Premenstrual dysphoric disorder (PMDD) is a type of PMS but the severity is higher. A small percentage of women are affected by PMDD where they need medical help to relieve the symptoms. PMDD is also a mix of both physical and menstrual issues like Premenstrual Syndrome. It is a severe form of PMS that affects a smaller percentage of women. A woman is tested for PMDD when her PMS symptoms are too severe and unbearable.Symptoms of PMSPremenstrual syndrome symptoms include:Physical symptoms BloatingBreast tendernessFatigueMuscle/ joint painLower back painHeadaches or migrainesChange in appetite or food cravingsWeight gainEmotional Symptoms Emotional symptoms of PMS include:IrritabilityMood swingsAnxietyDepressionCauses of PMSAlthough the exact cause of PMS is not found yet, it is said that it could be due to the hormonal changes a woman undergoes during or before her menstrual cycle. The hormones progesterone and estrogen levels rise and fall rapidly before the menstrual cycle.How is PMS diagnosed?Although PMS is a common term used by women, it is a medical condition and the healthcare expert diagnoses it based on the symptoms and severity. The healthcare expert does a pelvic examination followed by a few other tests to diagnose it.Treatments for Premenstrual Syndrome Although some women have manageable PMS where they do not require any home remedies or medical help, there are other women who have severe symptoms and might require some kind of treatment to soothe the pain. PMS treatment includes:Heat pads: Heating pads or heating patches is one of the best ways to relieve abdomen or muscle cramps during PMS.Medicine: The gynecologist might prescribe birth control , hormone therapy or over the counter medicine according to the severity of the symptoms.Healthy lifestyle: Apart from medications , it is important to maintain a healthy lifestyle with regular exercise in order to ease the pain. Although exercise would be the last thing on everyone’s mind when dealing with PMS, it is said that pelvic exercises can reduce the cramps to a greater extent.Apart from this, one can also try out natural remedies for pms including:Herbal teasHot water bagsAdequate restStress relief How to prevent PMS?While it is difficult to prevent PMS as we do not know the exact cause of it, we can take some precautions to reduce the severity of it including:Maintaining a healthy lifestyleLimiting caffeine intake it can worsen the symptomsEngaging in yoga or any other physical activityManaging stress levels for pms mood swings relief .Consulting with a gynecologistWhen to Consult a Gynecologist?If you face bad pms mood swings, or PMS depression consult with a gynecologist immediately as it can be a sign of underlying health conditions.It is also important to talk to a health care expert when the PMS symptoms are significantly higher or when the severity of the pain is higher. The gynecologist can diagnose and treat your conditions and prescribe medicines to control the symptoms.For consultations with the best gynecologist in Chennai Dr. Deepthi Jammi, contact Jammi scans at 7338771733 for easy appointments.ConclusionAlthough

PMS is a commonly used term around women, it is important to consult with a gynecologist and get adequate treatments based on the severity. Apart from that, it is equally essential to get a routine gynecological check up done once in every 6 months to ensure reproductive health.Chennai Women’s clinic is now Jammi scansFAQ1. What age does PMS start?PMS usually starts after a woman hits puberty( first period). Sometimes, it may even start in the later stage too.2. What foods are good for PMS cravings?It is better to have healthy whole foods during PMS as  junk food can aggravate the symptoms. One can have fibroids, fruits, veggies, nuts like almond, walnut , pistachios and dates to keep the sugar cravings at pace.3. How many days before the period does PMS start?Although PMS can start anytime before one's menstrual cycle, it typically starts about 5 days prior to one’s menstrual cycle.4. What is the difference between PMS and PMDD?Premenstrual dysphoric disorder (PMDD) is similar to PMS but is more severe when compared to PMS. Women with PMDD have significantly severe symptoms of PMS and they require medical help.5. Why do I feel so crazy before my period?As the hormonal levels are erratic before menstruation, it is common for women to feel crazy. Since the estrogen and progesterone levels go up and down rapidly, it can lead to anxiety, mood swings and irritability.