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[molkolsdal]

How 20,000 Kilograms Of Traditional Jaggery (Gur) Are Produced In Iqbalpura, India, Every Day

[wordchanter]

5 Random Rumors

Marraarr the guard sometimes cooks and eats prawns

The vampire form of Elescael the bold has taken over the sepulcher of Nomian

There are lost strongholds under the castle

Cleave the merchant has fallen in love with Verbina the wine maker

Paleshe the herald is secretly related to Tustanos the moneylender

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[lvrexe]

Henloo shrimp! May I request for a fic/hcs (whichever you prefer) on Kisame meeting his fem s/o adopted father for the first time? I thought it will be interesting if the father is also sort of like missing-nin or Kirigakure civilian just like him.

Thankiess🦈

Sooo I added some extra details, I hope you don’t mind..! ^^’’.... but this was honestly realllll fun to write, thank you so much for the request..!!

Kisame x fem!reader Genre: Fluff Point of View: Second POV Word Count: 2.1k

You were a low-ranked criminal born outside a village, roughly on the edge of the Land of Fire. You never really knew your birth parents; you just knew when you were little and starving, a man from Kirigakure took pity on your weak and trembling state. He was supposed to be there for a week, hiding away from the ninja from his home village, but seeing as he couldn’t just leave some starving kid alone in the woods. His moral compass couldn’t allow it, no matter how fucked up it was.

And so, he taught you some of his ways. Nothing too gruesome, just theft and stealth. Things to aid you and your survival. Not like you needed to do much as a kid, the man stayed week after week until the two of you were living on the edge of the borders, tucked away and well hidden by one of several forests.

“Hey! Get back here, you damn thief!” the shopkeeper shouted, waving his fist at you.

You stumbled around the corner before bolting down the streets of Konoha. Glancing behind you, you got a good glimpse at the shinobi who had lept into action. You scoffed and began to speed up. You whipped around corners, dashing down alleyways, anything to throw the shinobi off your track. They were stubborn though, they followed you through everything you did. As you turned another corner, you immediately dipped into a dango shop, wheezing and huffing. Silencing your chakra— just as your father had taught you—, you watched as the shinobi bolted down the streets, looking for you.

Knowing how keen shinobi were, you knew they’d be circling back when they realized they had lost track of you. Unless they decided you weren’t worth their time. Either way, you weren’t risking it. You flicked your hood up and stuffed the stolen foods into your jacket pocket, ignoring how awkward it looked. You took a glance around the shop before spotting two unusual figures in cloaks. One of them seemed to notice your stare and peered his head up; under his woven hat was palesh blue skin and piercing white eyes. He cracked a grin at you, he seemed to be able to read you like a book. He murmured something to his friend whose back was turned to you and after a short wait, the other shifted to the side. Taking the sign to sit, you planted yourself at their table.

That’s how you met the man known as the Tailless Tailed Beast, Kisame Hoshigaki, and his partner, Itachi of the Sharingan. Two S-rank rogue ninjas working in the Akatsuki. It was supposed to be a simple five minute interaction and the only interaction you had with them. But after a conversation started by Kisame, the two realized how useful you could be. Intel. You weren’t that high-ranked of a criminal, a petty thief in the Land of Fire. You’d slip right into the crowds of other villages.

Kisame took an immediate liking to you and Itachi tolerated you. You never paid Itachi any mind, though he came around when you had come back from Iwagakure with specific information on the Four-Tailed Jinchuuriki Kisame was assigned to. After a while, Itachi had warmed up to you a bit.

You were supposed to leave, supposed to head back to the Land of Fire, but Kisame had insisted you continue travelling with them.

“What?” you questioned, raising your brow.

Kisame chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, well, you know, we may need intel again… For other missions,” he replied, explaining his offer.

You crossed your arms and thought back to your family. You were usually the one who got the necessary items. But you assumed your father could easily take care of himself. You looked back up at him. “Alright, sure,” you nodded.

Apparently, Kisame hadn’t even said anything to Itachi, as the Uchiha was confused upon still seeing you travel beside them. If he had any complaints, he never made them known.

You eventually learned that the reason why Kisame was so insistent on you sticking around was not because the two needed intel— in fact, you were only sent out to gather information once more after the first—, but rather Kisame ended up falling for you hard during your travels.

It took you some time to come around, but after a rather… enjoyable night, the two of you decided to try out dating. It ended up working out pretty well. Kisame, despite what his frightening appearance may imply, was a rather gentle lover. His touch was tender, his words were soft whenever he spoke to you, he never raised his voice even in heated arguments. But he’d be damned if he let anyone put their hands on you. He was highly protective, and, as you soon found out, was easily jealous of any man who dared to approach you with the intent of wooing you away with their charm.

It was a strong relationship, the two of you mixed well together, and after a year, you felt ready enough to introduce the man to your father.

“Hey Kisame, we’re headed back to the Land of Fire next month, right?” you asked one night. “Eh? Yeah, Itachi needs to head back for— eh, personal reasons,” he replied to you, shifting his body to face you.

“Do.. Do you think we’ll have time to make a quick stop?”

“Quick stop? What do you need?” he inquired.

“I… I want you to meet my dad.”

Kisame’s breathing hitched and his shoulders tensed. “Er…” he mumbled before turning his back to you in the futon. “I.. I’ll check with Itachi, we might not be able to.”

After that, Kisame avoided the topic altogether. Each time you brought it up, he’d turn his head to avoid your eyes and murmured an excuse or just changed the topic. Eventually, the month came to an end and it was time for the trip back to the Land of Fire. You were annoyed with your boyfriend, to say the least. The trip back was silent, filled with an awkward tension between you and Kisame that Itachi had to bear through.

The moment the three of you crossed the borders, Itachi came to a halt and turned around. His sharp gaze flicked between the two of you before he let out a sigh. “The unresolved issue between you two is bringing me a headache,” he stated simply. “I’m going ahead. You stay and figure out your relationship problem.”

“Eh, but Itachi—”

“I’ll be fine, Kisame,” the Uchiha snapped. He sighed and turned on his heels. “I can handle myself.”

You watched as Itachi left the two of you alone, disappearing into the woods ahead. Once his silhouette was far and out of sight, you wasted no time in turning to Kisame, hands on your hips and glaring a hole deep in the side of his head. “What is wrong?” you angrily demanded answers.

“Me? Nothing!”

“That’s a lie and you know it!” you huffed, “Everytime I bring up my father, you get all weird and it’s annoying.”

You crossed your arms and sulked as a frown grew on your face. You averted your eyes, avoiding his own. “We’ve been dating for a year now, Kisame…” you murmured, “Weren’t you the one who said you wanted something serious?”

“Yes, but…”

“So what’s the issue? You can’t just ignore my family like this,” you sighed.

Kisame grumbled and scratched the back of his neck. Fuck, he hated seeing you like this. He sighed, tempted to reach out before he dropped his hand. “I…” he uttered, “Babe, you know it’s not like that…”

“So what’s the issue, Kisame? Why don’t you want to meet my dad? You’ll have to eventually!”

He took a deep breath and a blush grew across his cheeks. “I don’t… Well, it’s embarrassing, y’know.”

You stopped for a moment, taking in his unusually timid posture. The way he averted his gaze to the ground, tilting his head from yours. Then it clicked. He’s afraid to meet your parents. Once the realization hit, you found it hard to not to laugh. You let out little giggles with attempts to silence them but as you continued on to look upon your embarrassed boyfriend, you couldn’t stop your laughter from bursting out. You clutched your stomach, hunched over and laughed to your heart’s content while Kisame watched in utter confusion and horror.

Kisame Hoshigaki; the Tailed Beast without a Tail and Monster of the Hidden Mist, afraid to meet your father.

The idea was hilarious to you. To Kisame? Not so much.

“He-Hey! Don’t you laugh!” he interrupted your laughing spree.

“Kisame, he’s my dad! He’s not going to do anything to you!”

“It’s not that!” he sighed.

“What if your dad doesn’t like me?” he eventually admitted. “I mean, look at me, y/n, I’m hardly human. I’ve got sharp teeth, gills and I’m a criminal!... Don’t even mention my gray skin…”

Now you felt horrible for laughing. You rubbed his arm and frowned, trying to get him to look at you again. You knew his appearance was an insecurity of his, Itachi being his partner likely increased that insecurity tenfold. “Hey…” you spoke in a hushed tone. Your hands reached up and cupped his cheeks. “Come on, Kisame, you don’t need to worry about any of that, I told you my family doesn’t care about appearances.”

“Yeah, for normal looking people,” he butted in.

“You’re normal, Kisame,” you insisted.

Kisame knew you weren’t going to relent, you never seemed to. He sighed and shook his head. “Alright, alright, fine… Then what about me being a criminal?”

You smiled. “Relax, Kisame… I feel like you and my dad would have a few things in common.”

-

“This… is it?” he murmured under his breath, a little taken aback.

You nodded as you pushed through some bushes. “Yup! Ever since I was a little girl, you know,” you clarified as you slipped into the front yard of the small cabin your father had built years ago.

Kisame stood in front of your home, staring upon the front doors, timid. Shit, he was nervous. His body even flinched as you placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Looks beaten down…” he commented.

You hummed. “It does… Dad’s probably been skipping out on the repairs…” you huffed.

Digging through your pockets, you pulled out your keys and unlocked the door. “Hey, Dad?” you called out the moment you swung open the front doors.

“Y/n?”

A middle-aged man poked his head through one of the rooms. His gloomy face lit up as he laid his eyes on you. “Ah! Y/n!” he called out as he walked out into the main room. “Come in, come in,” he insisted.

You entered the house, ready to embrace your old man, but knitted your brows in confusion as your father stopped and stared behind you. You remembered your boyfriend and turned around. “Hey, Kisame, come on—”

Kisame and your father stared at each other in shock. You glanced between the two, watching their stare-off. “Eh, is that the Monster of the Mist?” your father piped up. “Ehh… what was your name again? Kisame…?”

“Kisame,” he replied, “Kisame Hoshigaki, sir.”

“Ah, yes! I heard about your doings while I was raising young y/n here,” your father murmured. He walked closer to Kisame and leaned into the man, eyeing him up and down, scrutinizing his every action. “But what’s a man like you doing with my daughter?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Dad, quit it. Leave my boyfriend alone,” you said, peeling your dad away from Kisame.

“Eh, he was a student of mine! Allow me to see how my student has grown!” he grumbled at you, but he reluctantly agreed as he made his way back to the table.

Slowly, you turned to your boyfriend. He stepped in and slowly shut the doors behind him. He noticed your stares and let out a short, nervous chuckle. “Heh, yeah… Your father trained me for a year when I was still in Kirigakure… He left because of his crimes…” he quietly explained.

Your father chimed in with a hum of agreement, confirming Kisame’s statement. “Now, come! Sit!” he instructed. When Kisame was taking off his shoes with timid movements, your father groaned. “Now, Hoshigaki!”

“Yes, sir!” your boyfriend blurted out as he quickened his movements, basically bolting over to the table. You sat yourself down beside Kisame and glanced over to your father, who analyzed you and Kisame with little subtly.

His eyes were more focused on Kisame, his eyes shooting daggers into him. Kisame shifted in his spot, visibly uncomfortable. This wasn’t the kind of student-teacher reunion he was expecting. You sighed and smacked the table as your other hand intertwined with Kisame’s. Upon hearing the smack, your father shook his head and quit his glares. He beamed a bright smile and sat up straight. “Now, tell me about this relationship of yours,” your father demanded.

[dcadiz]

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[angrenwen]

"Zefram was an earthling

Vesht Zefram Terrasu

Zefram was (an) Earthling

Who built a ship of steel

torval pishek-hali.

(he) built a steel-ship

He learned the science of warp speed

Vesht fai-tor tchas-ek'tal

(He) knew warp-science

And all the Vulcans cheered

heh sanoi n'Vuhlkantra.

and (he) pleased Vulcankind.

And down to Earth went Solkar

Heh Solkar en'le na'Terra

And Solkar (went) downward to Earth

Oh he, of little taste

Wa vesht tomayet thal

(His) ethics (were) really loose

To accept a handshake

Vesht estuhl el'rular

Hands touched

Just to greet the human race

goh na'shau komihntra.

Merely to greet humanity.

CHORUS: Oh, Solkar the slut

Oh, ritevan Solkar

Oh, the indecent Solkar

The slut, the slut, the slut

guv-tvi-rivak torsu

the fornicator

Oh, Solkar the slut

Oh, ritevan Solkar

Oh, the indecent Solkar

We all do what we must

Plathau n'bolaya

Needs (are being) fulfilled

Now, no Vulcan could blame him,

Kling kupi tenah ish-veh

Nobody could blame him

For being so uncouth

Na'nash-ritevan'es

for this indecency

Though he often described it

Vesht tcok'at n'ish-torai

(He) compared this action

As pulling out a tooth

na'saseshaya n'zud

to extracting (a) tooth

He did the necessary

Vesht tor bolayanik

(He) did the necessary

But we all know the truth

Fai-tor kanok-veh yeht'es

Everybody knows the truth

We know he quite enjoyed it

Wa'tishal ish-veh

He really liked (it)

For we saw him crack a smile

Boshal sanosh limuk

Pleasure filled (his) face

While many of his crewmates

Lu wehk nensular t'ish-veh

When many of his crewmates

Would meditate a whil

Gu-vam-bosh vesht kohl-tor

dutifully meditated,

He went to Zefram’s quarters

Hafal Solkar svi'ha-shal

Solkar remained in the quarters

And was gone for many hours

t'Zefram wehk v'hral

of Zefram (for) many (Vulcan) hours.

[CHORUS]

For the bond from just one handshake

Wa'nam-tor ritsuri

It is really unusual

To last two lifetimes long

ta tel t'wuh-esta

that the bond of a single touch

Is so unprecedented

Palesh-tor dah ha-kiv-wak

lasts two lifetimes

That I put it in a song

Ni pinkal nash-uralaya

So it earned this song

Although, I must believe him

Hi vun dva-tor n'ish-veh

However, (I) must believe him

As the records plainly show

fayei gluvau vipladau

because the record(s) show

That just one simple handshake

ta goh el'ru-hutaya

that just a handshake

Is enough to marry you

hiyel tel-tor ein-veh

(is) enough to bond someone [CHORUS]

Now, Solkar’s grandson, Sarek,

I'zahal-tor Sarek

Now, Sarek follows

He followed in his stead

Li-fal t'sa-mekh-al

the example of his grandfather

As the first recorded Vulcan

wuh'rak fainu Vuhlkansu

the first known Vulcan

A human girl to wed

vi tel-tor ko-Terrasu

who bonds with a human woman

With no official handshake

Ri hutal el'rular

(They) did not shake hands

Lest our suspicions spread

ni kling dungi dva-tor

so nobody will believe

Of the rumours that a Pon Farr

N'varlar ta Pon Farr

the stories that Pon Farr

Sped the maiden to his bed

sahral ko-su na'sar-tak

sped the woman into (his) bed

Oh, Sarek, the slut, the slut, the slut, the slut

Oh, ritevan Sarek, guv-tvi-rivak torsu

Oh, the indecent Sarek, the fornicator

Oh, Sarek, the slut

Oh, ritevan Sarek,

Oh, the indecent Sarek

We all do what we must

Plathau n'bolaya

Needs (are being) fulfilled

Now on this ship,I see things

I'gla-tor n'vellar

Now I see things

Of which I cannot speak

if ri kup ashiv-tor

which I cannot repeat

For guests should never admit

be'hai'la svi'yel-hali

(I am a) guest on (this) starship

To having snuck a little peek

Ri kal-tor n'nash-veh nantau

I am not allowed to stare

A Vulcan and The Captain’s

Ta'hal kar-esta

(The) light touches (on the) arm

Knowing looks and brushing arms

T'Vuhlkansu eh Khart-lan

Of (the) Vulcan and (the) Captain

Is within regulation

k'svi pakhartayalar

(are) within regulations

But should make a Vulcan squirm

hi pahutau Vuhlkansu.

but (they) agitate (a) Vulcan.

And I reach a swift conclusion:

Pulau n'sahr-ul-wihka

I reach a quick hypothesis

This has all got out of hand

Ri kup tash-tor ring

(This) cannot be controlled at all

Thus, the legacy of Solkar:

Visak'a t'Solkar:

The legacy of Solkar:

Surely not what he had planned

Ri ki dotoran

(he) had not planned (this) Oh, Solkar the slut

Oh, ritevan Solkar

Oh, the indecent Solkar

The slut, the slut, the slut

guv-tvi-rivak torsu

the fornicator

Oh, Solkar the slut

Oh, ritevan Solkar

Oh, the indecent Solkar

His family can’t be stopped

Ri kup-pekhau n'nash-skan

This family cannot be stopped"

… This is how Sarek feels about Solkar & you cannot change my mind

[therapy101]

Thank you so much for all of the CSA survivor info & resources, especially about issues like fantasies that others usually don't discuss. It is so hard to find information out there about what is "normal" without triggering myself into oblivion. It makes me feel like less of a freak to know that some things are symptoms of the abuse. For those of us with journal access, are there any more updated studies or articles that you would recommend? And to the original Anon: you're not alone.

(anon is responding to this ask, this ask, and this post, I believe).

you’re so welcome, anon. I hope the original anon will see your message.

sure, I’m happy to recommend more articles! I’m listing a few I like below. As always be cautious- articles on this topic may include triggering content including descriptions of abuse. 

 Bigras, N., Godbout, N., & Briere, J. (2015). Child Sexual Abuse, Sexual Anxiety, and Sexual Satisfaction: The Role of Self-Capacities. Journal of Child Sexual Abuse, 24(5), 464–483.https://doi.org/10.1080/10538712.2015.1042184 

 Cavanaugh, C. E., Harper, B., Classen, C. C., Palesh, O., Koopman, C., & Spiegel, D. (2015). Experiences of Mothers Who Are Child Sexual Abuse Survivors: A Qualitative Exploration. Journal of Child Sexual Abuse, 24(5), 506–525. https://doi.org/10.1080/10538712.2015.1042186  

Domhardt, M., Münzer, A., Fegert, J. M., & Goldbeck, L. (2015). Resilience in Survivors of Child Sexual Abuse: A Systematic Review of the Literature. Trauma, Violence, & Abuse, 16(4), 476–493. https://doi.org/10.1177/1524838014557288 

 Hitter, T. L., Adams, E. M., & Cahill, E. J. (2017). Positive Sexual Self-Schemas of Women Survivors of Childhood Sexual Abuse. The Counseling Psychologist, 45(2), 266–293. https://doi.org/10.1177/0011000017697194  

 Labadie, C., Godbout, N., Vaillancourt-Morel, M.-P., & Sabourin, S. (2018). Adult Profiles of Child Sexual Abuse Survivors: Attachment Insecurity, Sexual Compulsivity, and Sexual Avoidance. Journal of Sex & Marital Therapy, 44(4), 354–369. https://doi.org/10.1080/0092623X.2017.1405302  

SCHOEDL, A. F., COSTA, M. C. P., MARI, J. J., MELLO, M. F., TYRKA, A. R., CARPENTER, L. L., & PRICE, L. H. (2010). The Clinical Correlates of Reported Childhood Sexual Abuse: An Association Between Age at Trauma Onset and Severity of Depression and PTSD in Adults. Journal of Child Sexual Abuse, 19(2), 156–170. http://doi.org/10.1080/10538711003615038 (open access)

 Seto, M. C., Babchishin, K. M., Pullman, L. E., & McPhail, I. V. (2015). The puzzle of intrafamilial child sexual abuse: A meta-analysis comparing intrafamilial and extrafamilial offenders with child victims. Clinical Psychology Review, 39, 42–57. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.cpr.2015.04.001  

 Vaillancourt-Morel, M.-P., Godbout, N., Bédard, M. G., Charest, É., Briere, J., & Sabourin, S. (2016). Emotional and Sexual Correlates of Child Sexual Abuse as a Function of Self-Definition Status. Child Maltreatment, 21(3), 228–238. https://doi.org/10.1177/1077559516656069  

 Vaillancourt-Morel, M.-P., Godbout, N., Labadie, C., Runtz, M., Lussier, Y., & Sabourin, S. (2015). Avoidant and compulsive sexual behaviors in male and female survivors of childhood sexual abuse. Child Abuse & Neglect, 40, 48–59. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.chiabu.2014.10.024 

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[kdancekid]

The SpeakEasy will be Virtual for the next few months.Join us for THE SPEAKEASY Virtually! The SpeakEasy where each performer will do their planned poetry, dance or music from their living room. The virtual SpeakEasy! (held via Zoom!) https://umassboston.zoom.us/j/98188886179981 8888 6179pswd: abc123 The Speakeasy is a fun performance for dancers, actors, poets and all other performers and tarot readings (online) Saturday, February 27, 2021 at 8 PM Poetry by Karen Klein and David Miller Dance by Kelley Donovan, Lucy Travaglino, Guilty Pleasure Cabaret: Andrea Palesh and Bridget Bose Guilty Pleasures Cabaret Open mike!!!!! participants are welcome to share their creativity during the open mike $20 General, $15 Seniors or $10-$20 Donations Please donate at: www.venmo.com/kelleydonovandance or https://paypal.me/KDonovanandDancersif you do not have paypal or venmo but want to donate contact me. The Speakeasy, held the 4th Saturday of the month at 8pm. The Speakeasy is a fun performance party for dancers, actors, poets and all other performers, magicians, burlesque, tarot readings and any other talent you can bring to the table! kelleydonovandance@gmail.com for information. kddcompany.wordpress.com Apply for March 27th PLEASE FILL OUT THE GOOGLE FORM BELOW:You can submit a live performance or a pre-recorded video https://kddcompany.wordpress.com/salon-speakeasy/ Please subscribe to our YouTube Channel for free classes, Shows and Videos! https://www.youtube.com/user/ThirdChoreoseries https://www.instagram.com/p/CLq55lWr_Yv/?igshid=nh11wjfjx5pt

[ao3feed-spirk]

Palesh-tor ri'el ek'wak

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by jimkerk

"Nothing comes to those who wait Time's running out the door you're running in"

  Based on the lyrics of Nothing Lasts Forever by Echo and the Bunnymen.

Words: 1109, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Trek

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Spock (Star Trek), James T. Kirk, Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock

Additional Tags: Old Married Couple, Sad, spock's pov, I made myself sad, Touch Telepathy, i'm a sucker for 80s music sorry

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[vulcanology-geology]

“Hasu eh ri-hasu torvau tik vath. Rihagik heh hagik sutra-nosahp tik vath. Wu-vath heh pen mesprah tik vath. Pid heh neik mesutik tik vath.

Ni kup-bae’cok kau-bosh vuhlkansu rik’tha-tor fan-vel heh saven-tor rik’taran veh zhit. Sarlah vellar yut t’ko-veh heh ri-pehkau au ko-veh; trasha vellar heh kal-tor au sa’hal-tor ko-veh.

Sha’ko-veh ri-mat, heh bae’cok ri-gishat. Lu shahtau ar’kadan t’ko-veh, nem-tor ko-veh ri-pindor. Nash-po fa-wak palesh-tor ek’wak.”

“Being and non-being produce each other. Difficult and easy complement each other. Long and short define each other. High and low oppose each other.

Therefore the wise vulcan can act without doing anything and teach without saying a word. Things come her way and she does not stop them; things leave and she lets them go.

She owns without possessing, and acts without any expectations. When her work is done, she takes no credit. This is why it will last forever.”

Part 2 Of Gregory Hoover’s Surak’s Analects.

[molkolsdal]

How 20,000 Kilograms Of Traditional Jaggery (Gur) Are Produced In Iqbalpura, India, Every Day

[blogmusicradio]

A Whiter Shade of Pale

A Whiter Shade of Pale

We skipped the light fandangoTurned cartwheels ‘cross the floorI was feeling kinda seasickBut the crowd called out for moreThe room was humming harderAs the ceiling flew awayWhen we called out for another drinkThe waiter brought a trayAnd so it was that laterAs the miller told his taleThat her face, at first just ghostlyTurned a whiter shade of paleShe said, ‘There is no reason’And the truth is…

[speakvulcantome]

Palesh Esh-Vulausu

Kup palesh-tor yeht-kashek ek riyehtlar eh tehsatlar rik paki-nam-tor. Kup palesh-tor yeht-khaf-spol lunikkh t’fnu rik klya. 

[dcadiz]

Selfie con mi amigo personal, chewi! #disney #disneyworld #orlando #hollywoodstudios #paleshe #chewbacca #chewi #starwars #starwarsfan (at Star Wars Hollywood Studios)

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乳がん生存者における鍼灸効果の調節因子：ランダム化クリニカルトライアル（RCT） Oxana Palesh, Nadia Haddad, Rosa Schnyer, Eric Neri, M. Melissa Packer, Jamie M. Zeitzer, Rachel Manber http://ascopubs.org/doi/abs/10.1200/jco.2016.34.3_suppl.162 要約
 背景:がん患者の間で鍼灸の利用が多いことはがん治療における鍼灸の副作用の軽減作用の研究の必要性を強調する。不眠はがん患者によく見られ、疲労やQOLの低下に関連がある。不眠はうつ、睡眠時無呼吸、サーカディアンリズムの破綻にも関連がある。乳がん生存者での不眠に対する鍼灸のRCTからのデータを用いて、我々は鍼灸の有効性の調節因子としてうつ、睡眠時無呼吸、サーカディアンリズムについて調べた。方法：不眠を経験している乳がん生存者68名（54才、標準偏差は9）が12回の鍼(N = 34)と偽鍼 (N = 34; プラセボ鍼を使用)とにランダムに振り分けられた。測定は不眠重症度指数、簡易疲労調査表、FACT-Gがベースライン時、治療の中間点（6週）、フォローアップ（10週）で得られた。結果: 鍼はベースライン時からフォローアップ時まで不眠の症状に有意な改善をもたらしたが 、それらの改善には偽鍼との違いがなかった。偽鍼と比べて、鍼は1)朝方クロノタイプで特に不眠の重症度(p = 0.03)、QOL(p = 0.02)が、2)睡眠時無呼吸のリスクが低い患者での疲労感(p = 0.01)、3)ベースライン時のうつスコアが低い患者でのQOL(p < 0.001)において明らかに大きな改善を示した。 結論: これらの発見は鍼灸が一定の患者の亜集団においてより有効であることを示唆している。不眠、疲労、QOLの調節因子はそれぞれ朝方人間傾向、低い睡眠時無呼吸リスク、低いうつスコアなどである。うつについての我々の発見は症状が軽度のうつの患者ではおそらくセロトニンの利用が多いことにより鍼灸への反応のキャパシティが大きいのかもしれないという先行研究の同一線上にある。鍼灸が不眠を伴うがん生存者の亜集団での使える治療オプションになるかどうかさらなる研究が必要である。

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Shirley Palesh, American baseball player, Died at 87

Shirley Palesh, American baseball player, Died at 87

Shirley Palesh was born on November 23, 1929, and died on March 1, 2017. She was an American baseball player in the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League between 1949 and 1950. Shirley Palesh both batted and threw right-handed. She earned herself two nicknames while playing for the league: Shirl and Butch. Prior to her joining the league, she played softball. Palesh played locally in…