#...part of that for me stems from deep systematic abuse and part of it is cultural...

[uncanny-tranny]

Realizing you can never please anybody can be a devastating loss... until you internalize exactly what that means.

When you sacrifice so much of yourself for others, you forget that you leave yourself behind. Not being able to please everybody means you can start learning how to fully embody who you are instead of juggling everybody else's baggage, trying to make something work out.

You might feel devastated about this, thinking you're terrible for not pleasing everybody. The truth is, it was impossible from the start, and learning who you are is infinitely rewarding

[rinusagitora]

i breathe him out so I can breathe you in

Fandom: Bleach

Pairings: KiraHina-centric, mentioned badship AiHina

Words: 2,500+

Summary: Oneshot, modern!AU. WARNINGS-- smoking, mentioned serial murder, mentioned relationship violence. He smoked out her misery.

A/N: At first, I just wanted to write some shotgunning, but then it spiralled into this.

FFN | AO3

It was a woozy, primal atmosphere. Music with deep basses and long riffs, lyrics lost in the noise, boomed from ruined speakers and it reverberated through her bones. The bar was lonelier, most patrons on the dance floor or in booths, which naturally included her companion. It was oppressively warm and rather stuffy between the sweat and smoke. She was grateful she’d not only dressed appropriately but was a heavy smoker as well, it would’ve been impossible to breathe otherwise.

Though perhaps the weight of trial was the oppressive element. She had been under the perception that Sousuke’s incarceration would’ve brought her closure. Such wasn’t the case. Even as he was declared guilty on twelve counts of capital murder and two counts of battery-- she laughed as she recalled the prosecutor’s apology that he could only prove two. Like it was his fault-- she didn’t feel any different. Her heavy malaise still remained. Suddenly, loud noises still threw her into a panic. She was still without her family. Her social life didn’t exist outside of Rangiku and Nanao. Romance? Out of the question. And romance books only nauseated her. They only reminded her of him. She could still feel his smile -- the way it poured ice water through her veins….

Sousuke was gone. Her nightmare hadn’t followed.

Needless to say, she wasn’t in the mood to celebrate his incarceration. She’d just like to sleep. But Rangiku had been insistent they go out for girls’ night, even if Nanao was too busy at the prosecution's office. She’d never been able to turn Rangiku away. Perhaps it was that Rangiku was her responding officer that she felt so obligated to her. She technically was the first kindness she’d received since Sousuke monopolized her.

She swirled her cocktail, untouched, and gnawed on the cherry stem she’d tied in several knots over the course of her not-drinking. She had become a bit of a control freak over the years, grasping at the last vestiges of part of her Sousuke had yet to claim, thus alcohol and its dumbing effects was out of the question. She would rather go outside, away from the masses who'd probably heard of the scandal Sousuke had caused on the news or some exaggerated article in some tabloid, and have herself a smoke.

So she would, she thought as she spat out the mangled cherry stem. She sent a text to Rangiku she'd be on the roof and to message her when they were ready to leave. To her luck, it was deserted, though she'd had to squeeze past a younger couple who could not be bothered to find a bathroom stall to make out in on the narrow staircase up. She sat near the edge for the vantage to view the ethereal cityscape past the spaghetti bowl. The lights polluted the night sky, only the waxing moon and North Star visible. But the sky was diluted a pretty gradient of yellow-blue. She liked it. The city was full of opportunity Sousuke had stolen from her.

So she hoped.

She fished into her clutch for a cigar and matches. Never lighter fluid, the memory of her grandmother’s voice echoed, matches preserve the flavor.

Her muscles loosened with her inhalations. Though true relaxation was out of her reach, her tension replaced with clouds of melancholy. If she was not uncomfortable she was self-loathing and directionless.

It’d been almost eight years since she mustered up the courage after one of his rages to seek help. It was the hardest thing she ever did. Every numeral made her sicker and sicker, the short, covert conversation left her breathless and nauseated. She nearly fainted as he screamed at her when the police arrived. She couldn’t hear anything for days afterwards.

Rangiku-- the officer who responded to her call-- made it easier. The gift basket she’d given her was the first thing she ate since Sousuke’s arrest, her voice was the first thing her to penetrate her stunned deafness. Take it at your own pace, she said, he’s not coming out for awhile. Never, if you testify, you know.

The idea made her want to weep. She loved Sousuke, she was a good wife and a good wife didn’t put her spouse away. Sousuke loved her, he wouldn’t have been so hurt if he didn’t. But she was at the end of her lengthy rope, there couldn’t be any other reason she called.

Still, she had not washed herself of him in that time, not even when all the scum had surfaced in the investigation that followed. It was nearly impossible to with all the press coverage. Of course the news had to capitalize on the deaths of twenty-four women and the unwitting wife of a serial killer. How was she supposed to know anything between his year-long cool off and the torment she went through at home? She could barely handle her own problems.

The prosecution had called it Battered Wife Syndrome, or something. She still wasn’t sure what she would call it. Hell, maybe.

At least the divorce was short.

Footsteps interrupted her reverie. She craned her head over her shoulder and saw a gangly gentleman with blond hair fallen over his eye and his arms folded in his jacket approach her despite the plenty of space the roof provided. Initially, she worried he recognized her, but that was impossible when she considered the darkness and the distance between them. He was probably liquored up and horny. Still, she wasn't in the mood for company.

He sat next to her wordlessly. She made no move to put out her cigar-- he had approached her after all, so she assumed he didn't mind-- and turned her gaze forward before her eyelids fluttered shut. She wouldn't bother with an introduction unless he did. She was too damn tired for pleasantries.

“... a pretty girl all dolled up like you should be downstairs where the drinks are. Though, by your dress, perhaps a cabaret is more appropriate.” He said finally. Damn her luck.

Though, it was undeniable she was overdressed. Clubs, let alone the hole in the wall Rangiku dragged her to, had not been Sousuke’s scene. She didn't own anything for the environment consequently.

“Uh… yeah.” She responded.

But he sounded oddly familiar, she thought at her lips pursed. She disregarded it as loneliness. She was an odd duck like that. For weeks after Sousuke’s arrest, she swore she could still feel his weight beside her before she went to sleep, even after she moved. She still could hear him enter the kitchen in the mornings for coffee only to find nobody there.

It was just as strange how her loneliness and fear of relationships cohabitated her condition. Prior to then, she didn't think such conflicted feelings could exist at the same time in an individual. Rangiku and Nanao promised her it was the idea she wanted, but she didn't wholly believe them.

“What're you doing up here, if you don't mind my prying?” He inquired. “You look like you're out for a night of fun, but you've isolated yourself up here.”

“It was stuffy downstairs.” She answered. She wished she had the heart to tell him to buzz off. Alas, she was a doormat-- to be used, to be abused, never the tongue to say no.

She wanted to go home.

The stranger hummed in response then. She was grateful he didn't press it. Though his eyes…. She could almost feel their blueness pierce through her flimsy excuse into her very soul. Those were knowing eyes. She didn't like how his gaze probed every inch of her, how it seemed to see even the most private parts of her. She felt a little bit like a frog in biology class, under that stare.

“I think that’s your friend crawling all over mine downstairs. That's why I came up here. I really didn't want to be around to watch that.”

Her brow arched skeptically. “Oh? How do you know?” She recalled Rangiku’s definite preference for women. She'd like to think the stranger wasn't as much of a dog to leave his lady friend for another girl.

“I saw you two come in together. She has a very distinct voice. Though my friend doesn't seem to mind.” He chuckled then. “He dragged me here to celebrate my second doctorate degree.”

She smiled humorlessly. Rangiku had quite a presence. She just hoped her friend remained sober enough to keep her wits about her-- she would rather not have any incidents that may involve the criminal justice system after the most stressful years of her life. “At least they’re enjoying themselves.”

“Well, we certainly aren’t.” He said. “What’s your story?”

“Not particularly.” She frowned. She was too tired to launch into the last ten years. She was too tired to deal with the stigma media left on her-- how could she not have known her husband was a serial killer?-- too tired to tell him that she'd been too busy avoiding his wrath to have investigated why he was out so late once a fucking year.

“I'm a certified grief counselor if that's any more persuasive.”

… it was. Nanao had tried for years by then to talk her into counseling. She'd not pursued it simply because she hadn't the time nor insurance that covered mental health. But there she was then, right beside one who’d offered a listening ear for no charge, and one who didn't know she was Momo Aizen once upon a time.

She uncrossed and recrossed her ankles in front of her. “Long story short,” she started with a puff of smoke, “I spent fifteen years undergoing systematic abuse, on top of the last eight years it took for my husband to be found guilty of murder.” There. That was vague enough. “The divorce was the easy part. The trial was terrifying, but I had Rangiku and Nanao to support me at least. The hardest part is trying to find some semblance of normalcy.” Her eyes watered, and she shuddered. “I've lost contact with my family. I don’t have my education. I don't even remember my childhood aspirations.” She burst into tears then. “He wins.” She told him. “He always wins. I have his money, I put him in prison, but he still wins. I'm not happy. I hate myself. I just want to lay down and die. I don't know who I am without him. He was right when he said I'm nothing without him. At the end of the day, I'm dead inside. At the end of the day, I'm all alone. I have nothing.”

She combed her fingers through her ringlets. A breeze dried her cheeks as she sobbed. How shameful, she thought. Like she had any right to cry.

“The prosecution tacked some diagnosis on me-- Battered Wife Syndrome or something. But I loved him. He didn't need to coerce me into anything, either that or I didn't know. I stayed because I wanted to. I called the police because I needed to, it broke my heart to speak ill of him however true it was. I'm not a victim. I'm just a fool.”

Her companion was wordless and unreadable beside her. It frightened her as much as it was a relief. If it was something terrible, he was courteous enough to keep it to himself. But she couldn't take much more criticism. Rangiku made her promise to live, but by the way things looked, she may not be able to keep her word. Death seemed like the only true solace available.

She struggled momentarily with her clutch for her handkerchief. “I’m sorry. It's been a long day.” She blubbered as she dabbed her eyes. The fabric came back black with her mascara, and she cussed shrilly. She must look like a damn raccoon. It was one of the reasons she'd stopped wearing makeup-- she couldn't go a single day without ruining it because she never stopped crying.

The stranger beside her sighed. “Please don't apologize, Momo.”

Her eyebrows shot into her hairline. She'd not told him her name, and it wasn't like it was inscribed on anything. She was certain she'd been vague enough whilst she vent.

Unless he already knew her.

She felt so ill. She would never escape Sousuke, would she? She hated the press for that. She might have to move the west coast to escape familiarity with him.

“... I should go.” She uttered breathlessly. She pushed herself to her feet, only for her companion to grab her wrist with a rather desperate expression.

“Don't,” he pleaded. “Momo, it's me. It's Izuru. We were friends in high school. You were on the tennis team and Renji and I would watch you practice before we’d grab a bite to eat at the diner down the street. You revised my first published work. We all thought this senior Shuuhei was the single coolest person to ever exist because he was this punk-ass kid was still so nice to everyone. You were a senior prom royalty nominee-- I maintain that the only reason you lost was because Misty’s fucking posse rigged the votes. We were… we were friends. Don’t you remember?”

Her thoughts reeled as she stared into his eyes in stunned silence. High school was the last normal time of her life, for she had met Sousuke in college. She did remember because those memories were the only thing that made her smile, even if just for a moment.

She sobbed as fresh tears cascaded down her cheeks. He looked older, more handsome with his chiselled features and provocative blue eyes.

Izuru caught her cigar just before it hit her skirt. He pulled her into his lap,, held her tightly like she was some phantom who may vanish if he did not affirm her presence, and he kissed her tears off her honey-gold cheeks as if they did not taste of mascara.

“I’m so sorry.” She wept. “I’m so sorry. I’m an imbecile, you guys deserved better. I promise it wasn’t any of you---”

Izuru silenced her drivel with a kiss. “Hush,” he said, “whatever you have to say, I know or you’re wrong. Just let me hold you….”

Still, she whined as his fingers held the hair at the base of her neck because it was all so unbelievable. Good things did not happen to her. She was a magnet for evil and misfortune-- she could not be still loved by someone she abandoned, she could not still be loved, she could not be in his arms….

Her cigar smoke wafted between them. Izuru took a long drag and puffed against her face. It made her shiver, it made her blubber like a child. But he pulled her close and breathed smoke into her lungs. Her eyes fluttered shut, even as the smoke escaped when he pulled away. She had long learned subservience, knew to be pliable to the whims of her lover.

But Izuru was neither, she thought. His hands were not hungry, his kisses not forceful. With every kiss, he smoked out all that loneliness and even made her misery cough. She would call that codependency, how his touch softened the hurt, but she could not be bothered to care when she had something so good in her arms. It was selfish but she had been selfless for a long time.

[hope4harmonyandlove-blog]

Emergency situation: It is with great distress and hesitation, that i must tell you that I am (and have been, for an extended length of time) in an unconscionably, unimaginable situation of distress and victimization that i could not even begin to have the courage to fully describe....but i pray that you will listen, and understand how very important it is that we pray, and do all we can to be good; but wise and humble, peaceable 'peacemakers' of change, and Hope. For, there Must be Hope, for humanity...for, us. I would never wish to call attention to myself, if it could at all be helped, for i am very timid and, even petite.. But, The sad truth is, that my genteel, loving, compassionate and delicate, giving nature and solitude of vulnerable circumstance have caused me to be unjustly and maliciously 'targeted, even ' 'extorted,' 'coerced,' and corruptedly viciously and unendurably abused...inexcusably and intolerably...and i simply can endure no longer, in silence. To begin my life, I was simply a modest child and an 'orphan,' who was alone more than most, and, was abused more severely than most as a child, because i was smaller and more fragile than most, and the human condition is most sad, and senseless; and then, ultimately, within my twenties, even... the whole world severely 'closed in' around my fragility and humble grace, in an effort to 'use,' 'seduce,' and 'manipulate,' me, in my 'presumed,' or forcibly conditioned 'helplessness,' within chasteness commitment. It began with one, self-deceived woman's under-developed obsession and vindictive jealousy, and with vaguely powerful men who became corrupted in their 'egos or 'power'..or also, fleshly 'desires.' of/from an educational institution administrative level, even.. which, then stemmed to higher (corrupted) government officials and individuals, even persons/individuals, all over the community. For years, i simply hid/kept quiet to myself, and tried to peacefully ignore and do what was right, without compliance, ..nor unkind judgment...while, i so cried my soul away, ...and all but completely died (inside and out)..see, for this woman (i) was completely, systematically and cruelly oppressed and destroyed as a person, ..even in my tenderest heart, or as a woman; but, now.at last, after all, .i am still trapped, even worse off, and i cannot endure what they have done/try to do/will do to me.. Eventually, in my private grace of heart, i thought that perhaps it was a good idea to submit to the higher supernatural Power's aid, to find comfort and relief after all i had been through, and to finally have support to complete this Hope purposefulness that always lie deep within my heart, for Others; but, while most relevant/valid, even righteously seemingly esteemed and supported, at least in 'face-value', my submission and gracious heart of kindness have indeed been used, even 'raped,' horrifically,..relentlessly, endlessly tormented, and abused, by God (Yahweh), after submitting my pure vessel temple and heart in grace and full humility/modesty to serve LOVE, and others...as well, ..and that oppression or abuse includes, though not as directively, Christ Jesus to a degree (whom i believed to be the greatest love of my soul), many angels in part at times even, and many others, even in soul ..who were perhaps even manipulated to take advantage of, rape and abuse me, as well, ..even though, i was always giving/maidenly/loved, and far more kind and gentle more than any, perhaps even by these same, in a great sense, as well. Finally, i am convinced/certain that many higher-employed or governance officials, including eventually the local police, the CIA, FBI and others are (surely, by now) involved and they have me horrifically surrounded, pressured and vexed beyond my will to live, ..or have hope. For, sadly, there undoubtedly is corruption, in 'power,' so sad to truly realize and understand this; but it is not the way that we would all(/or any..) truly want or desire to be the case, or way of things, ..not, the way that anyone would, truly i promise you all, for, ..LOVE has, the Answers.., if they/you will only listen, they/everyone will surely have want to understand..for Love/i promise that they have nothing to lose; but, only to gain..from LOVE/my open, humble and selfless Heart of grace. Peaceful mediation of pure and gentle LOVE, can happen, if Everyone will join with me to commit, and do what is right. For, I bring no malice or selfish intent, whatsoever, in the least degree. And, though i am much to private and modest to discuss, it is important for my dignity and heart's delicate modesty, that, i was very much 'wanted,' needed, desired, ..perhaps even more than any woman, in a very special, and worthy way. It was not that i was scorned one billion per cent as a woman, on every level, even; it was, just, simply, that i am Still scorned one billion percent, even so..for, ..it is just, ..not Enough, to Survive. Not when things are the way they dishearteningly are...one person simply can not give ALL...and be taken so gruesomely and sickeningly for granted, even unjustly labeled, misused and abused. Even the gentlest and most fragile woman, simply cannot endure her modesty, and kindness 'vulnerability' ..to such unbearable degree. I believe, or hope and pray with all of my heart, that people/higher powers are simply self-deceived or naive, and cannot clearly; but, will (wish very much) see the truth/light of Hope, deep within their own hearts, and grace, as well. I do not know that they can or will do this, however,...unless, i somehow gain the support of Everyone, including they, who simply will...and, all those who will choose purity, grace and goodness of Heart and values..that will make this world a place, where we/our children..will actually have hope to be okay...and all that LOVE's Greater, grander, Wiser Plan has in store...if you will only Help/Let me/LOVE Share, with you...but, i do need your help. We do not, truly LOVE. And so, Everyone must use the 'vote' of their Heart and dream for a better, worthwhile world, 'system of being,' and future. LOVE must be our (inner) and full, infallible guide, each of us individually and fully...and, then everyone will be complete and content; but, they must give pure Love and her wisdom, a fair and Honest try. This is crucial, and not a choice that we do have, any longer. Please, be wise of heart modesty and prayerful, with me friends, brothers and sisters beloved of humanity...that, must, have Hope. LOVE's Heart Help us..  (https://www.facebook.com/michaela.sheppeard/posts/3097829350345264)

[bubblyallykatie-blog]

ICT-GENERATED GENERATION

       Information and communications technology usually abbreviated as ICT plays a very important aspect in our daily lives as it helps us discover and learn deep and unfathomable definitions of technology nowadays, about how it works, how useful, serviceable and convenient it is, what can it do in terms of helping you especially when you are in need of it, what is it’s importance and how it affects humans daily living. Also, it is a technology made or designed for information and communication purposes.

        ICT is a term used to include comprehensively all information system technologies, internet, networking, programming, converging and emerging computer hardware and any other computer-related subjects. People uses the benefits of ICT for a reason that it makes their work faster and a lot easier which is a big help in living in this modernized world and generation.  Information and communication technology can contribute to universal access and impartiality in education, the bringing of good quality learning of students as well as good deliverance of teaching by teachers, the development of teaching skills of teachers to be professionals and more systematic, well-organized and proficient management, governance and administration. It recently gained groundswell of interest. It is a significant research area for many scholars around the globe.           Among all the advantages and benefits of having ICT as part of our lives, there is also a bad effect which is, it makes us lazy, as it will do what we grant or tell them what to do and as mentioned it makes our task a lot easier. It can affect our physical and mental consciousness. Also, it can contribute different kinds of illness, most of all, the damage of our eyes because of the radiation that the digital technologies are releasing. Also, it can help me, as a Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics or simply, STEM Student, by my studies, for I have my research assignments, Computer Projects, Online Businesses and other Computer related Subjects, for Technology is part or my chosen professional track. It can help me explore new things and many more. So that is how I understand and define ICT as it is now become a big part of my life.          To deeply know ICT, I will discuss an example or output of it, namely, the Online Platforms.  Online platform is a specialized, developed, created and improved using internet technology for the design and improvement of teaching and learning purposes. With the help of internet you can also start your online marketing. You can perform online marketing of your desired and chosen products to sell. Also, you can be a freelancer while just sitting in your home, relaxing and feeling free, is possible in any part of the world. By the help of online platform accompanied by the internet, there could be no traveling problems for you. In this generation, you can now earn money while working comfortably anywhere. You can earn money, by creating your own blog. By making eye-catching advertisements. By writing articles about a specific product. Internet platform is another name for online platforms. Online platform are divided into different branches. One of it is the online marketing. It is where one party or group in touch with another, such as the buyers, sellers and the providers which we call as “Suppliers”. Example of it is eBay.           Based on Wikipedia, eBay is a multinational e-commerce corporation, facilitating online consumer-to-consumer and business-to-consumer sales. Its headquarters is located in San Jose, California. The founder of this is Mr. Pierre Omidyar in 1995 and become a notable success story of the dot-com bubble. A fact about eBAy is it is the world’s eighth-largest internet company based on the company’s income. Today, it is a multi-billion  dollar business and operated in about 30 countries. Their online platform is available in multilingual with total assets of 23.84 billion US Dollar in 2016 and total equity of 10.53 billion US Dollar in the same year. With a total number of 12,600 employees. You can reach their website in their address. eBay.com

       Another branch of online platform is socializing in social medias, such as Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and many more Social sites. Facebook  is an American for-profit corporation and an online social media  and social networking service based in Menlo Park, California. The Facebook website was launched on February 4, 2004, by Mark Zuckerberg  along with fellow Harvard College students and roommates, Eduardo Saverin , Andrew McCollum, Dustin Mockovitz and Chris Hughes. In this site, you can freely express your feelings and emotions by creating posts, sharing pictures or videos, connecting yourself to other people from a distance and many more. In this times, this is the most popular and used social media site.         The difference of them is that online marketplace is a pure business site. For which is trusted and proven, while in social medias you can also do online business such as facebook. You can post an item you wish to sell. But it is more on socializing with different kinds of people around the globe. You can see their post and they can see yours. You can post what you want the world to see. This is my Insightful  Article about ICT, lengthy but worth reading. All I can say is that, Don’t abuse your power to be free in posting and sharing using websites. This is created for a purpose. Connecting and bringing the world closer to you. Thank you.

OUTLINE ICT l. Definition ll. Purpose lll. Advantage and Disadvantages ONLINE PLATFORMS l. Definition ll. Purpose lll. Examples IV. Difference of the given examples SHORT CONCLUSION