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Unlocking the Power of B Complex Injection: Benefits, Uses, and What You Should Know

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If you're feeling run-down, low on energy, or struggling with brain fog, you might have heard someone recommend a B complex injection. But what exactly is it? A B complex injection is a shot that delivers a concentrated dose of B vitamins directly into your bloodstream. These vitamins are essential for converting food into energy, supporting brain health, maintaining nerve function, and more. Unlike oral supplements, injections bypass the digestive system, making them a faster and often more effective option—especially for those with absorption issues.

Let’s break down everything you need to know about this powerhouse shot—from its ingredients and benefits to possible side effects and who really needs it.

What’s Inside a B Complex Injection?

B complex injections typically contain a combination of B vitamins, such as:

Vitamin B1 (Thiamine): Helps convert carbohydrates into energy and supports nerve function.

Vitamin B2 (Riboflavin): Crucial for red blood cell production and skin health.

Vitamin B3 (Niacin): Supports digestive health, skin, and nervous system function.

Vitamin B5 (Pantothenic Acid): Important for hormone production and metabolizing fats and carbs.

Vitamin B6 (Pyridoxine): Vital for brain health and mood regulation.

Vitamin B7 (Biotin): Promotes healthy hair, skin, and nails.

Vitamin B9 (Folate): Essential for cell development and pregnancy health.

Vitamin B12 (Cobalamin): Known for boosting energy and supporting nerve and blood cell health.

Each component plays a unique role, and together, they offer a comprehensive boost for your body and mind.

Top Benefits of B Complex Injections

Here’s why people are turning to B complex injections as a go-to wellness booster:

Instant Energy Boost: B vitamins are vital for turning carbs into glucose. With an injection, your body gets an immediate energy lift without waiting for digestion.

Improved Mood and Mental Clarity: B6 and B12 are particularly effective in supporting neurotransmitter function, helping reduce symptoms of depression and brain fog.

Better Metabolism: These injections can improve how your body processes fats, proteins, and carbohydrates, helping you feel more balanced and less sluggish.

Healthy Skin, Hair, and Nails: Biotin, Niacin, and B12 help maintain healthy skin and encourage hair growth, making the injection a favorite in the beauty world.

Immune System Support: B vitamins contribute to the production of white blood cells, boosting your body’s ability to fight off illness.

Red Blood Cell Production: B12 and folate are essential for making new red blood cells, which helps prevent fatigue and anemia.

Who Should Consider a B Complex Injection?

These injections aren’t just for fitness buffs or celebrities—they’re actually incredibly useful for a wide range of people:

Those with vitamin absorption issues: People with conditions like Crohn’s disease, celiac disease, or after gastric bypass surgery often have trouble absorbing B vitamins orally.

Vegans and Vegetarians: Since B12 is mostly found in animal products, people on plant-based diets are at high risk of deficiency.

Older Adults: As we age, our ability to absorb B12 declines, increasing the need for supplementation.

People under chronic stress: Stress burns through B vitamins quickly, making supplementation a smart move.

Individuals with fatigue or brain fog: A B complex injection can help restore vitality and clarity if you’re constantly tired or mentally drained.

How Often Should You Get a B Complex Injection?

There’s no one-size-fits-all answer here. Some people get weekly injections, especially if they’re dealing with a deficiency or chronic fatigue. Others may opt for monthly or occasional doses as part of a wellness routine.

It's always best to consult with a healthcare provider to determine the right frequency based on your health needs and goals. Blood tests can help assess your B vitamin levels and guide treatment.

Are There Any Side Effects?

Like any treatment, B complex injections can come with minor side effects, although they’re generally considered safe. Some people may experience:

Slight pain or redness at the injection site

Mild diarrhea

Nausea or upset stomach

Rare allergic reactions

Always ensure your injections are administered by a qualified professional in a clean, medical environment to minimize risks.

Where Can You Get a B Complex Injection?

You can receive B complex shots at:

Medical clinics

Wellness spas

Naturopathic or integrative medicine centers

Through a prescription from your doctor

Some people even learn to self-administer at home, although this should only be done under medical supervision.

Final Thoughts: Is It Worth It?

B complex injection are more than just a trend. They offer a fast, efficient way to get your daily dose of vital nutrients—especially if you’re someone who struggles with fatigue, poor absorption, or nutrient deficiencies. They’re like giving your body a tune-up from the inside out.

Of course, they’re not a magic bullet. A balanced diet, regular exercise, and adequate sleep are still your best foundation for health. But when you need a boost, a B complex injection can make a noticeable difference.

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[carminejade]

On the Subject of Xenodrugs

Being quite a disreputably reputable guide book, the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy has very rigorous standards for the quality of its articles, researchers, and recommendations. It is thus puzzling when many hitchhikers who attempt to study the incredibly diverse drugs of the Affini Compact are either never heard from again, or send long complex articles that are almost completely illegible save for their glowing recommendation that any curious intelligent traveler wave down any of the Compact's craft and get injected as soon as possible.

However, any willing and perfectly independent traveler can learn all they can remember as the affini are far too willing to share that information.

Xenodrugs, as is the easiest word to describe them in local galactic vernacular, are a wide and diverse collection of legal and useful substances that the affini develop for the purpose of "making all the cute and silly little cuties be much happier while we give them all the huggies and pets their little hearts desire, and then some." There are a potentially infinite number of possible xenodrugs in the Affini Compact's vast and unknowable archives. This is due to the fact that, interestingly, one drug does not work the same across species. A xenodrug that may cause a Betelgeusian to taste the color red with his/her/their left toe may have a much weaker effect when applied to a Vogon, but be even more potent when injected into a Rinan.

Rather than do what any irresponsibly talented drug maker does, where you make a catchall that can make as many people as possible at a fancy dinner party think their chandelier is actually made of giant fire-breathing locusts, the affini believe in making new versions of every drug they possess to meet the metabolic threshholds of all the species they bring under their lovingly oppressive vines. This makes it very difficult to track all the possible xenodrugs currently circulating in the galaxy, as any sophont who uses them inevitably ends up spending more and more time among the affini and becomes a good little floret.

But, if you ever end up at a fun party where a towering plant person is offering you "something to ease your precious mind just a little, sweetheart", you should inquire as to what letter is associated with that drug and accordingly run based on which of the following letters the terrifying cosmic being says absolutely agree on the spot and show the nice affini your little arm or nose to receive the xenodrugs from the wonderful and loving affini looking to help your cute self be extra happy and precious.

A- Your standard fare drug. Effects often include things like your sense of touch being amplified, and your body chilling out as if you just finished inhaling the fumes off your ship's warp drive. Not that you should do that, and please tell any affini if you've done that at all.

B- Often used to manipulate the memory of any foolhardy partygoer, or to help you forget just how many hits you took off the ship's warp drive coils. Again, please let an affini know if you have done that, because its not good and they will help you forget that urge and get you the best care possible, dear reader.

C- Unfortunately, very little information exists on this particular xenodrug but they're very dangerous if used irresponsibly and should be treated with great caution, petals. All that is known is that when applied to any person, be they hitchhiker or not, they quickly end up enslaved to the will of an affini domesticated very quickly and go home with their new owner almost immediately after meeting.

D- Very likely to make you spill all of your secrets and reveal all of your secrets about your travels and where you hid your towel.

E- Very good at calming you down while trying to run or escape from the loving and tender vines of an affini trying to domesticate you.

H- Psychotropics that make you very susceptible to hypnosis or subliminal messaging. Far more potent than whatever convinced you to take hits off the warp drive coils, and can make you very easily guided to go talk to all the wonderful affini looking to help you find a home and stop hitchhiking.

S- The kind of weird things that are only possible in this weird and uncontrollable very adorable galaxy we call home. Messes with the body's senses and causes them to overlap in interesting ways like allowing you to taste the colors of an affini's flowers or make all her words into a beautiful tapestry of pretty colors.

Z- Easily takes you out, knocking you straight out into slumber as if you just hit your head after being caught taking hits off the warp drive again. Please be careful with these if you aren't being offered them, though. We wouldn't want you to get hurt while you're being all precious before taking a cute little nappie.

We hope this guide of all publicly available xenodrugs has been most helpful you silly little hitchhiker, as you continue to travel the stars for reasons no one can truly ever comprehend. Make sure to notify any nice looking affini at a moment's notice if you get at all curious about xenodrugs, and we would be happy to administer them for you and launder your towel while you enjoy your trip into drugged out bliss. See you soon, petal~! And remember.

Don't Panic.

[tinfoil-jones]

Jerk Ford AU: The Worst Ford You Know II: Cosmic Switcharoo

~15 or so years ago

"Ya know you can just… not do this, right? You are a squishy human that's not even that special. All you have is a brain that is outclassed by countless amongst the multiverse, and a sense of misplaced righteousness that ya deserve somethin' grander as retribution for being bullied."

"The Oracle said that I would be the one to-"

"-beat Bill Cipher, same face, yada yada yada."

"You have talked to The O-"

"For Pete's sake Stanford, every Stanford that is thrown in the multiverse has talked to her! All of us! She gave the same goddamn bullshit spiel to thousands of us- maybe more!

If we all had a grand destiny to beat Bill Cipher- with this many 'Destined Heroes', why the Hell is he still out there, causing problems and bein' a major bitch?"

"So you're just going to not even try?!"

"Why bother putting myself in harms way? Bill is going to be another distant Stanford's problem with another hero complex. Me on the other hand? I'm tryin' to get back home to my family, because I know there's at least one person who will accept me no matter how many fingers I have, no matter how much social decorum I don't have, and especially not a 'lack of ambition' that's only ever noticed by supercilious versions of us, like you."

"Mark my words, Jerk Ford; ignoring your Bill Cipher problem is going to bite you in the end. Also, your Jersey is showing."

"Mark these nuts, Bitch Ford; ya fly's been down the whole time."

*supercilious = behaving or looking as though one thinks one is superior to others.

[Dialogue primarily by @tearosepedall]

There's a lot of difference between Canon Ford (Ford-46'\) and Jerk Ford (Ford-PJC311), one of the first things is how they return to their dimension.

Before Canon Ford returned to his dimension, he was doing his last-stand against Bill Cipher, and he went into his own portal when it popped up to stop Bill from doing it first.

Jerk Ford had heard about how most 'good' versions of Ford Pines were doing that, but he didn't see a point in doing the same because it wouldn't get him home faster, and most if not all of them would most likely die. So he got drunk the parking lot of a Space Waffle House, and his portal showed up.

Even though he injected himself with a Drunk-B-Gone concoction that he created to end alcohol intoxication, it needed a minute to take full effect.

Anyway, this is how Canon Ford returned to his dimension:

Dipper: What...? Who is that?

Stan: The author of the journals... my brother.

Mabel: Is this the part where one of us faints?

Soos: Ohoho, I am so on it, dude.

Meanwhile, this is how Jerk Ford returned to his dimension:

Mabel, Dipper, Soos: …

Stan: …

Jerk Ford: …I'm okay. *thumbs up from the ground*

Now let's say, something went wrong, that some cosmic wires within the hologram of reality were crossed, and somehow, someway, Canon Ford and Jerk Ford went through each others portals instead of their own. Perhaps their chance meeting almost two decades ago did something, and now they're in the wrong universe.

In Dimension PJC311 (w/ Canon Ford):

Stanley is elated to see his brother, after three whole decades, finally! His hard work has paid off! He's so excited, he doesn't notice that Dipper starts visibly vibrating in anger as soon as "Author of the Journals" leave his mouth.

He greets his brother with open arms - although, the way Stanford stalks towards him, it's almost like he's about to hit him. And does he seem a bit more... serious?

He barely has time to look confused as Ford rears a fist back - there's a THUNK sound, but a blow never lands on Stan. Because Ford is now keeled over on the ground, holding the back of his head because Dipper had just wacked him with a metal fold out chair that he found.

Ford, on his end, is in pain and confused (but mostly okay because of his protective metal plate) as Stan takes the chair away and scolds Dipper, telling him to apologize because no matter how unhelpful his journals were, he's still family.

His journals, unhelpful? That can't be true. As Stan is still trying to get 'Dipper' to apologize, Ford pulls back out the Journal he'd just picked up off of the floor, and quickly scans over it.

It's in his cursive handwriting, and drawn in his hyper-realistic sketching style. But... the entries are wrong. They're worded in a way that tells the reader to do the opposite of what they should do. Anyone who follows the advice of this would end up hurt, ridiculed, cursed, or some combination of those.

Even after thirty years, Ford knows for a fact that he would never write his research like this.

The kids and Soos start demanding answers. Stanley starts giving the backstory of himself and his brother, the portal incident, and the thirty years spent trying to fix the thing, it becomes abundantly clear to Ford that this isn't his world when the details don't line up the way they should.

Forgave him for the Perpetual Motion Machine? They went to Backupsmore together? He was banned from every establishment in Gravity Falls? People think Stanley murdered him???

In Dimension 46'\ (w/ Jerk Ford):

Although Stan is confused (although he does also find it a little bit funny) that his brother stumbled out of the portal and landed flat on his face, he's so excited to finally see him that he let's it slide for now. As long as he doesn't get drunk around the kids in the future, he'll excuse this incident.

Jerk Ford recovers pretty quickly as his Drunk-B-Gone finally takes full effect, and he walks over to Stan, accepting and returning the hug offered. Dipper finds it strange that "The Author" walks right past his Journal on the floor, even though he clearly noticed it.

Moreover, Soos notices something just as Jerk Ford withdraws from the embrace and steps back to properly take in his surroundings.

Soos: Are those... are those crocs?

Jerk Ford: aRe thOsE CrOCs? Do you even hear yourself right now? Of course they're crocs. I'm almost sixty, The Drip can take the backseat.

Stanley is certainly taken aback- sure, his brother could be insensitive sometimes, but he's never seen him rapid-fire mock someone outright. Also, even after thirty years, he never saw his brother as the type to pick up and use modern slang.

Also, did he really just call the kids "Twerps"? Ford had never been a kid person, but-

The kids and Soos start demanding answers. Stanley starts giving the backstory of himself and his brother, the portal incident, and the thirty years spent trying to fix the thing, it becomes abundantly clear to Jerk Ford that this isn't his world when the details don't line up the way they should.

Turned his back on him? Homeless conman? They didn't speak for ten whole years? Stanley faked his own death???

In Dimension PJC311 (w/ Canon Ford):

This time, Ford does not give his half of the story, and uses the excuse that he needs a minute to collect himself. He doesn't know what dimension he's in, he just knows it isn't his own.

The motley crew of an alternate version of his brother, his apparent grand-niblings (one of which hates his guts), and a large hairless gopher (his nephew?) tell him about being encroached on by the U.S Government, and he handles them just like he did in canon; he is surprised however when Stanley tells him to only erase the memories he needs to, and not to add something unnecessary 'just because it would be funny'.

Stanley also questions how Ford forgot how to use the memory gun, considering he invented it.

Wait, what? Uh, it's been thirty years, he forgot some things.

When they get the agents off of their backs, Ford looks at what had once been his home. It was certainly more lively and lived in than when he had last been here. Things not entirely organized, some things out of place here and there but expected when there were two children in the house.

It was a home. And it wasn't his home, in more ways than one.

He notices a particular photo on the mantle - because he had a near-identical one, once upon a time. It was the one taken shortly after he'd mathematically proven Fiddleford's hologram theory. There's a few differences however; for one, Ford in the photo looks more smug than excited, for another, Fiddleford is enraged and looks like he's trying to strangle him, but the biggest difference is that Stanley is there and he's struggling hold Fiddleford back.

When he snoops around a bit, and in what must be Stan's office or study, he finds amongst other things on the wall (pictures of the twins, Soos throughout the years, and a red-headed girl appear quite frequently) that Stanley has a masters degree in Education and PhD in Analytical Chemistry. He has teaching awards going back decades.

Words that Stanford heard a lifetime ago and hadn't thought of in a long time come back to mind with startling clarity:

"No, no. You don't understand what I've been through! I've been to prison in three different countries! I once had to chew my way out of the trunk of a car! You think you've got problems? I've got a mullet, Stanford!"

In Dimension 46'\ (w/ Jerk Ford):

Like his canon counterpart, Jerk Ford chooses to not give his half of the story, using the excuse that he’s still in shock and needs a minute for his fight/flight/freeze to die down so he can think clearly. He doesn’t know what dimension he’s in, he just knows there’s been some kind of mix up in the cosmos.

When the alternate version of his brother and their grand-niblings, and a giant hairless gopher who may or may not also be his nephew, tell him that some government agents are after them, the first thing Jerk Ford asks for is his memory gun.

The grand-niblings look baffled (because they knew it was Old Man McGucket who created the memory gun), but give up the memory gun, and Stan looks suspicious because he had no idea that ‘his brother’ had built a memory gun. Just like in canon, Jerk Ford memory blasts Agents Powers and Trigger, but once they’re gone he also casually drops the following tidbit to Stan;

Jerk Ford: I also erased the concept of how to take a left-hand turn while I was at it.

Stan: …Why?

Jerk Ford: To make their drive back to D.C more… entertaining. *snerk*

Stan wonders what being gone for thirty years really did to his brother, and Dipper is still fanboying over ‘The Author’ but Jerk Ford makes a rude remark about Dipper “hovering over him like a fly on s[beep]”. He does, at least, promptly clean up his language when Stan tells him to watch what he says to the kids. Jerk Ford notes that this version of Stan is more aggressive than his own, which is typical of the variants he’s seen over the years.

Stan tells him about the Mystery Shack - like most versions of himself, Jerk Ford isn’t a fan, but he isn’t going to be in Stan’s face about it. Who knows what the circumstances of this were?

Jerk Ford: Was teaching not paying you enough?

Stan: Teaching… what?

Jerk Ford:

Jerk Ford: Nevermind what I said *steals a novelty shirt in front of everybody*

The layout of the cabin is different, but it did remind him a lot of home. When he and Stan had moved to Gravity Falls, the way the interior was set up and decorated always seemed to be a clash of the brothers interests. Stan’s insistence on making the place seem more like home, and Ford’s projects and research always haphazardly breaking free of the confines of his lab, bedroom, and study. This version of Stan seemed to find a happy middle, because a lot of weird and cryptic objects were there, but integrated and functional to what a home was supposed to be.

But it still wasn’t his home. This wasn’t his family.

While Stan was distracted with trying to get the kids to go to bed in spite of the excitement earlier, and Soos was making a rambling phone call to someone who sounded tired on the other end, Jerk Ford snuck off to snoop. He didn’t used to be so covert when it came to messing with other peoples stuff, but after that incident with a non-portaled Ford who nearly killed him, he was more careful with that these days. You never know when you’ll find skeletons that should have been laid to rest, and inconsolable crypt keepers who’d sooner bury you instead.

It looks like someone had beaten him to the punch of looking through Stan’s more hidden things - a lot of stuff that confirmed what Stan had already covered when talking about his and his brothers backstory. Fake id’s and news articles. Nothing that really stood too much to help Jerk Ford figure out who’s dimension this was. This Stan’s backstory was almost beat-by-beat similar to the one he heard from most of his variants, and versions of Stan that ended up being the one on the other side of the portal instead. That lack of a gimmick in this dimension didn’t make things easier.

Although… every aspect of this dimension seemed to be found, in at least some small way, in all of the other dimensions. Could it be…?

The prime dimension? The alpha timeline that many versions of Stanford Pines had been speculating about but never could confirm? He needed more data before he could-.

Well, this Stanley isn’t his brother, but if he’s going to identify this dimension and hopefully return to his own, he’d need to explain his situation to him first.

To be continued...?

[questalkcomics]

Our soldiers | A Red Room report | The Winter Soldier X Black Widow

Note : this story takes place in my winterwidow fiction.

There's element I wish to expend latter on.

Summary : a Red Room scientist is recording his report about one of Soviet Union's greatest weapons

Trigger warning : mention of brainwashing, drugs and physical abuse

Pairing : Bucky Barnes and Natasha Romanoff

• The sound of the scientist's confident footsteps echoed throughout the military complex, from the staff offices to the various underground cells.

The man was in his fifties, balding, an athletic figure offset the scars covering his face and neck, piercing blue eyes hidden behind round, thin glasses. The badge attached to the right side of his blouse presented his face, his position as Doctor and section leader and his name: Nikita Knyazev.

the man was renowned and respected for his calm, his rigor and his strength of conviction, but also feared for his training and interrogation methods as well as some myths and stories told about his time in the war and the Red Room.

Nikita was a man of principle. His own. He never wasted his time in discussions unworthy of his interest, was not close to any of his colleagues, in fact, none of them really dared to approach him. His legend was built on the words and accomplishments of the agents he had dealt with.

The complex was located east of the town of Cherepovets. By 1957, the Military University of Radioelectronics had been established there.

The Red Room had chosen a discreet architecture for its installation, far from official buildings, preferring to be unofficial, the "B-45 site"

• He sat down in front of his computer before taking a tape recorder out of his table drawer. He placed it in front of him, took off his glasses to rub his eyes and then placed a pack of cigarettes on his right. He lit one before starting his recording.

"So. It is February 21, 1978, Doctor Nikita Knyazev and I present to you my report on agents Winter Soldier and Black Widow after their last mission. This took place on January 13, the preparation took place over three weeks. As agreed, the two agents were released from their stasis, which began on October 28, 1977 after another mission order." He paused and wrote: *see report 45-19* on a sheet of paper that he had just taken out.

"As always, it took two full days for the agents to fully regain consciousness from waking up. The Winter Soldier was the first to be injected with the "separation" compound, developed to allow better post-awakening recovery. The Soldier's constants were subsequently monitored before sending a stimulating visual sequence. This lasted approximately 10 minutes, no sign of resistance or rejection was noted."

He paused again. His cigarette now finished, he took the time to think about his next sentence.

"Agent Widow, on the other hand... My team noticed a difference in waking behavior between her and the Winter Soldier. She seemed... more aware. The first visual stimuli report a global understanding of its space, without notable injection or usual medical procedure. She was subjected to the same treatment as the Winter Soldier with particular attention paid to the visual sequences. It's still difficult to explain why and how, but she resisted. She struggled without noticeable damage, her body still too weak from sleep and was quickly brought under control. Two days passed before the usual protocol was put in place: both agents were subjected to a wave of brain shock, the procedure now taking between 5 and 7 minutes. 30 minutes after this, they were each taken to a different room to carry out post-treatment tests. I must say that... the two teams in charge of our agents, men for the Soldier and women for Widow, were not careful...

...verbal and physical humiliation, different methods were applied to make sure that the Winter Soldier and Black Widow were under control. No resistance noted. Both were equipped and briefed on their objective."

A new pause was heard on the tape recorder as the Doctor noted once again: *see applied strategic report M-18* He continued:

"You should know that the mission was an absolute success for our unit. Agents Winter Soldier and Black Widow are two prides of the Red Room and I think, comrades, that this mission is proof of that. Doctor Nikita Knyazev, finished."

• As soon as the recording was cut, the Doctor took a disk from his shirt and inserted it into his computer, loading a video.

The recording began with what appeared to be a surveillance camera. There we saw a room, undoubtedly for scientific purposes, in which there was a device composed of a chair surrounded by a metal support on which there were places to place the arms and the upper body.

The room was empty before three guards entered, accompanied by a woman who was only able to stand thanks to the support of two of the guards. She was placed on the chair, tied up, while the guards dispersed into the room to prepare for a procedure, one of the two, close to the woman, exclaimed: “What did you say?”

He spoke to the woman, her face marked with disorientation and fatigue. The other two approached as the recording captured the sound coming from the woman's voice, it being barely audible:

"...I...James..." The recording cut out as one of the guard ran, shouting Doctor Nikita's name. The latter, still facing his computer, got up and approached one of the windows to the right of his desk. His expression was both questioning and worried. Nobody ever saw him like that. Even he, was suprised by this turn of event.

His eyes focused on a part of the complex below he exclaimed: “Who are you, James?”

[glittering-snowfall]

“But why do you write Brigitte as still loving Ginger when you could write Brigitte finally freeing herself from Ginger’s influence?”

Because it isn’t that easy.

Because, canonically, Brigitte does still love Ginger. When Ghost asks her in the second movie if she misses Ginger, Brigitte responds, “All the time.” At the same time, Brigitte is haunted by what Ginger did to her. Taunted by the specter of Ginger reminding her of the “game” they used to play as kids, where Ginger would pressure her to try and hold her breath until she passed out – with the only point to the reminder being a nihilistic, “That game sucked.” Her mind struggling to understand what Ginger did to her, but the only understanding that comes is that it hurt. Ginger is simultaneously the nightmare that convulses her at the injection of monkshood – the ever-present echo of her life’s collapse, reflection of the wounds that roil across her body – and the comfort of a time before – Polaroids preserving a time before, Polaroids she does not discard in disgust but keeps close – a comfort that gives little comfort because it’s a reminder of her failure to save her sister – “Ginger, please, it’s me!” echoing in the second film’s opening credits, double meaning reverberating – Brigitte can try to compartmentalize Ginger and the wolf, divide them neatly – but the sister she “took strength” from, who “nourished and informed” her just as she nourished and informed Ginger, is the same sister who hurt her – and it’s not an easy dividing line where Ginger only drained Brigitte and made Brigitte do the nourishing, they “took strength from each other” (Karen Walton’s words) – and none of that changes the spasms on grimy motel beds, but it isn’t that easy.

It isn’t easy because Ginger was a protector, but now all that protection is murkied by the shadow in the mind that the “protection” was there for predation’s sake – and maybe B beats herself up over missing Ginger because she wishes she could sever herself as tidily as some people want her to – but that isn’t what Unleashed wrote and that doesn’t make Unleashed bad, in fact, it’s what makes Unleashed so good – its ability to bring together the coils of guilt and shame, of rationalizing, of bitterness, of wandering blind with a broken body and a broken life – it’s as mottled as Brigitte’s arm in the throes of transformation, but it’s true – true as any ride into the sunlight outside of Bailey Downs would be – because wounds heal and you learn nothing but the game sucks, the marks of the wounds are still there and all you get are mocking voices saying you really suck at suicide.

It isn’t that easy. B still loves Ginger, even when she knows she shouldn’t. And I want to explore the complexities of that.

[mermaidsirennikita]

What do you consider to be the hallmarks of a good fantasy romance? And great examples from that genre?

I think it's a combination of:

—Good worldbuilding that nonetheless isn't so dense that it takes away from character development. To me, a great romance is all about character development, and, contrary to everyone forgetting this in order to dump on "romantasy", fantasy historically has NOT been considered one of the strongest genres for that. Not that there aren't fantasy novels with great character development; but many have historically prioritized the World over the Character, and relied on character types and journeys that fantasy readers recognize in order to get by. Chose One archetypes, for example.

One of the reasons why ASOIAF was considered so subversive and interesting when it came out was that GRRM took archetypes and twisted them. That's how much fantasy relied on them.

—I.... am not hot on the slang and dialogue that feels supermodern. It can work! I don't need all fantasy to come from a space super grounded in the historical. But sometimes, I think fantasy romance writers are basically plugging contemporary dialogue into a fantasy setting and saying "There, be happy".

—Plot! If I'm reading a fantasy romance, I want a plot that goes beyond Cozy. This isn't necessary for all readers, and I get it, but if I wanted something lighter on plot I simply wouldn't read a fantasy romance.

I'd recommend trying:

The Winter King by C.L. Wilson. This is a great arranged marriage fantasy romance, with characters who have their flaws and their issues with each other. The magic isn't crazy complicated, but I really liked the world (Wilson was an early adopter of the Scandi influence on fantasy, and the following book doesn't seem reliant on the typical Western European vibes either).

The Witch Walker series by Charissa Weaks. Just a lot of fun. I love that the heroine reads as competent and smart, versus Aelin-influenced. The hero is dangerous and complex, but also needs her help a good few times. The classic "friend guy" you see so often in fantasy romance (the heroine's buddy and/or ex who's Normal) is dealt with in a way that feels way more mature and interesting than your standard issue love triangle. There's a fun b-plot villain romance brewing. Lots of interesting side characters. I have a great time with it.

Kerri Maniscalco's Kingdom of the Wicked series and beyond. This one sort of flits about worlds; there's a Sicilian vibe, a Regency romance vibe. Some of the books are darker than the others. The heroes are very morally gray, and the heroines... are also. It feels very "alive" to me. There is a lot more plotting and a lot less "kick, pow".

While I found The Hurricane Wars a little slow to begin, Monsoon Rising really kicked it up a notch and I had a great time with it. It began as Reylo fanfic, which isn't a problem for meeee, but Thea Guanzon's rework brought in a lot of her Southeast Asian roots, which you don't see a lot of in fantasy. The hero is a virgin who can't drive (and so is the heroine, but she's a lot more.... apt.... than he is lol).

In terms of lighter, more historically rooted fantasy (so, historical romance but make it fantasy basically) India Holton is a great writer. Her books are kinda fluffy but not without Plot, and never fail to make me laugh while also selling the romance so well. Her prose is also fabulous.

It's quick (with another book to come, hopefully) but A Fire in the Sky by Sophie Jordan was one of the more enjoyable dragon-y fantasy romances for me. The hero and heroine have a great connection, it's another one that deals with the friend guy well, and I really liked the heroine's journey.

Another more historical-y one is A Sweet Sting of Salt by Rose Sutherland, which is an f/f selkie romance. Super lyrical and sweet, with the injection of some darker themes through an examination of the myth. So well-written.

A Fated Inked in Blood is so fun. A vikings-y fantasy romance with a bit of a chosen one narrative, but more on the berserker side of things. The heroine is married (though it's in name only) to the hero's dad, which is SO fun. It does something I've really come to enjoy in fantasy romances, and it's not like... not predictable, once you know what to look for, but I REALLY liked how this one did it. If you like vikings-y fantasy romances, Demi Winters's Road of Bones is also good, but a little heavier on the world and the fantasy of it all.

Ruby Dixon's Aspects and Anchors series are very Ruby Dixon, but also like... good fantasy romances? They're kinda campy, super OTT, the voice very chatty... But the modernity is excused for me because the heroines come from our world. The parallel universe thing is very creative, and makes for a lot of fun culture clash stuff.

A Hear of Blood and Ashes by Milla Vane reminds me of C.L. Wilson in a lot of ways—big on the world, lots of action and violence. It's higher heat than the Wilson books, though (those aren't low heat either) and there's a lot of... really daring stuff in this one. Like. REAL wild.

[waitingandwishing]

Chapter 1: Files

Masterlist - Next Chapter

Confidential Report on Human Experimentation: Super Soldier Serum Trial

Date: October 9th, 1947 

Location: Classified Facility, Sector 17  

Lead Scientist: Dr. Arnim Zola  

Subject ID: 004Z (Alias: “Subject Crimson”)

Objective

To test the efficacy of Super Soldier Serum B-13 (Alias: “SSSB13”) in significantly enhancing physical and cognitive abilities beyond natural limits. 

This report details the effects observed on one individual subjected to the serum in a controlled environment.

Subject Information

- Name: Classified

- Age: 29  

- Gender: Female  

- Height: 5’9”  

- Weight: 175 lbs (Pre-serum)  

- Medical History: Healthy, no pre-existing conditions, physically fit (military background). Psychological profile indicates average resilience to stress and trauma. 

Administration of Serum

- Dosage: 30ml injection, administered in two stages over a 48-hour period.

- Phase 1 (0-24 hours: Preliminary physical and neural enhancements.

- Phase 2 (24-48 hours): Stabilization and further augmentation of sensory and cognitive abilities.

Phase 1: Initial Effects (0-24 Hours)

Physical Changes:

- Muscle Mass: Noticeable increase in muscle density (+15% mass) within the first 6 hours.

- Strength: Strength tests indicated a 250% increase in raw lifting capacity, confirmed via standard load-bearing equipment. Subject Crimson lifted 700 lbs effortlessly by hour 12.

- Endurance: Cardiovascular endurance improved by 180% based on treadmill stress testing at hour 20.

Cognitive Changes:

- Reflexes: Reaction time dropped from 0.2 seconds to 0.03 seconds. Subject Crimson was able to dodge incoming projectiles.

- Neural Efficiency: Subject reported a heightened sense of awareness and perception, able to track movements in his peripheral vision with pinpoint accuracy. Neurological scans showed a 45% increase in synaptic firing rates.

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Phase 2: Sensory and Cognitive Augmentation (24-48 Hours)

Sensory Enhancements:

- Vision: Subject Crimson reported enhanced visual acuity. Tests showed that her night vision had improved tenfold, and she could discern movement from over 1,000 feet in low-light conditions.

- Hearing: Subject detected frequencies up to 50 kHz, well beyond the human range, and accurately identified the source of faint noises within a 200-meter radius.

- Touch: Hyper-awareness of tactile sensations was observed. Subject could sense minute vibrations through solid objects.

Cognitive Enhancements:

- Problem Solving & Memory: The subject solved complex puzzles in record time. Long-term memory recall improved by 300%, allowing Subject Crimson to recite entire documents verbatim after one reading.

- Multi-tasking: Subject exhibited the ability to manage up to five different cognitive tasks simultaneously without error or loss of focus.

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Post-Trial Monitoring

- Physical Stability: No signs of physical breakdown or adverse reactions have been detected. Vital signs remain in optimal ranges despite sustained extreme exertion.

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Conclusion

The results of the SSSB13 trial on Subject Crimson have surpassed expectations, achieving a level of human enhancement previously deemed impossible. 

The subject now possesses physical strength, agility, enhanced sensory perception, and superior cognitive function. 

Long-term effects are still under observation, but preliminary data suggest that SSSB13 has the potential to redefine soldier capabilities.

Further experimentation will explore scalability, mass production, and ethical implications. Caution is advised in deployment to ensure control over enhanced subjects.

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This report is classified and intended for authorized personnel only. Unauthorized distribution is a violation of Section 8b.

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Report Compiled by:  

Dr. Arnim Zola  

Project CRIMSON

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What Is a B Complex Injection?

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Unlike pills, B complex injections bypass the digestive system and go straight into your bloodstream, offering immediate effects and better absorption—especially useful for people with digestive issues or vitamin deficiencies.

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Improved Mood and Mental Health B vitamins support brain function and help regulate mood. Low levels of B12 and B9 have been linked to depression and anxiety. A B complex shot can help stabilize your mood and improve mental clarity.

Boosted Immune System Your body needs adequate levels of B vitamins to maintain a healthy immune system. Injections can help strengthen your defenses against illness, especially during flu season or periods of high stress.

Healthier Skin, Hair, and Nails B complex vitamins play a key role in maintaining healthy skin and promoting hair and nail growth. Biotin (B7) and niacin (B3) are especially well-known for their beauty-boosting effects.

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Who Should Consider B Complex Injections?

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People with digestive disorders like Crohn’s or celiac disease, which can hinder absorption.

Vegetarians and vegans, who may lack B12 found in animal products.

Those with chronic fatigue, fibromyalgia, or other conditions that drain energy.

People under high stress, which depletes B vitamins quickly.

Individuals recovering from illness or surgery.

If you’re unsure whether you’re deficient, a simple blood test can help determine your B vitamin levels.

How Are B Complex Injections Administered?

B complex injections are usually given intramuscularly, meaning they’re injected into a muscle—often in the arm, thigh, or buttock. Depending on your needs, your healthcare provider may recommend a series of shots over a few weeks or months.

They’re typically safe and well-tolerated, with side effects being rare. Some people might experience mild redness or soreness at the injection site, but serious side effects are very uncommon.

Are There Any Risks or Side Effects?

As with any treatment, there can be side effects, although they’re usually mild:

Temporary pain or swelling at the injection site

Mild diarrhea or upset stomach

Allergic reactions (rare, but possible)

It’s always best to talk to your doctor before starting any new treatment, especially if you have underlying health conditions or are pregnant.

How Quickly Do You Feel the Effects?

One of the best things about B complex injections is how fast they work. Many people report feeling more energetic and mentally sharp within 24 to 72 hours after the injection. However, the timeline can vary based on your individual health, the severity of any deficiency, and how regularly you receive the injections.

Can You Take B Complex Injections Regularly?

Yes—but under medical supervision. While B vitamins are water-soluble (meaning your body flushes out the excess), it’s still important not to overdo it. A doctor can help monitor your levels and determine the right frequency for your injections. For some, a monthly dose is perfect; others may need it weekly, especially at the beginning of treatment.

Conclusion

B complex injection offer a simple yet powerful way to boost your energy, improve your mood, and enhance your overall health. Whether you’re battling fatigue, looking for a mental edge, or just want to feel your best, this vitamin shot could be just what you need. Of course, always consult with a healthcare professional before starting any new supplement or treatment.

If you're tired of being tired, maybe it's time to consider giving your body the B vitamin boost it’s craving.

[sonomly]

Living in B Minor has 25 kudos, weeee! 🎉

You know what that means? Celebration!

Here's a little glimpse into the creative process of this fic:

What's with that title?

At the most surface level, this fic is about people connecting over music, and minor chords sound sad. This is a story about the aftermath of a tragedy and if you are living in a musical piece that is played in a minor chord, it's going to be depressing.

Now, the more complex.

This fic revolves around so many tragedies. Shinsou grappling with his "Am I a villain?" complex. Shinsou handling an event that pulled away someone he cared about. Monoma being at the center of this event, and him having to clearly deal with a loss. Monoma pulling away from everyone. Shinsou's quirk recoil which causes his debilitating pain.

This is Shinsou centric though, so why not "A Minor"? He's in Class A, after all.

Because at the core of this story, Shinsou is really trying to help out the person living in the tragic song, which is Monoma.

Yes, Shinsou is dealing with a lot of tragedies in his life, but he talks to people. He tries to handle these situations. In his third year, he lets people in, because he's learned that keeping EVERYONE out is a recipe for disaster.

The person continuing to live in the minor chord is Monoma, and Shinsou is trying to slide into his song and inject a little something different. Bring in the next movement. Switch the tempo. Find their rhythm again which wasn't full of tragedy... Or even when it was, that they had each other to rely on and not merely wallow in a repeating phrase.

I also try to name the chapters around musical concepts! For example, the beginning is called "First Movement" because in a classical piece, there are often 3 movements. You can expect that "Second" and "Third" will pop up along the way as the story progresses, moving narratively and, perhaps, musically as well!

I hope you enjoyed my rambling.

If you haven't yet delved into this fic, but this sounds intriguing, go check it out! Link at the top. It's MHA. It's Shinsou. It's Monoma. It's a lil labor of love as I try on writing a story of people who found each other once, and are trying to again.

[thegh0stofwilburtheworm]

🌻 could i get more worm facts?? tho whatever you want is the ask game so whatever is cool :)))

ANON ILL GLADLY GIVE U MORE WORM FACTS!! :DD

okay soo!! velvet worms are not worms! and also they are really weird!

they are thought 2 actually b related 2 arthropods and tardigrades, though unlike most arthropods they dont have a hard exoskeleton instead they have a waterproof coating they shed every so often, and the way they keep themselves rigid is by having a pressurized internal system.

they are predators and the way hunt is by shooting this quick-hardening slime they trap their preys into, then they use their jaws which have like this tiny little knife to open their prey and inject digestive saliva and then they suck the liquefied insides out of em, the goo is mainly made out of protein, and they also spit the goo in self defense!

also they are very smart! they have complex brains which allows them to participate in social behaviors!!

[hippolotamus]

Hippo my lovely 💕

21 - this is a very long hug now sort of hug

If it sparks joy 💕

It did! Eventually (sheepishly kicks at the dirt) Enjoy, lovely 🦛💞🐥

For the full experience may I recommend

if i’m being honest (it scares me to death) | T | 2926 words

Just got in. See you tomorrow.

Buck pockets his phone and enters the apartment — it’s not home, never really has been — his movements slow and easy, like he’s floating. Buoyed by the sort of love and contentment that can only come from spending an evening at the Diaz house. A few precious hours of dinner, then playing Boggle and Scattergories until Chris begged off to play an online game with his friends. His limbs are loose and humming, like his veins have been injected with liquid starlight. Even the air around him feels syrupy sweet and pleasant. The kind of thick, protective cover that nothing negative could hope to ruin.

He drops his keys in the bowl and immediately walks to the fridge to put away the Tupperware container of leftover mushroom and chickpea meatballs with zoodles for tomorrow’s lunch.

Eddie picked the recipe, saying he wanted to try it. No particular reason, he just did. He’s been doing that more lately, choosing dishes he would make anyway and subbing in vegan ingredients.

Buck took notice immediately and makes sure to show his gratitude in heaping platefuls and commenting on how delicious it all is. He knows from experience that it’s all too easy to end up with dried out, inedible food that shouldn’t be fed to anyone. It’s the least he can do for his best friend making the effort to cook something special just for him. Even if said best friend will never admit that’s why he’s doing it.

At times, if Buck lets himself look too closely, it feels a lot like something else. These acts of service feel a lot like love. And it is. The sort of love two best friends who would do anything for each other have. Buck’s not naïve enough to think that Eddie wouldn’t do the same thing for any of their friends or family. But at the same time it’s also more? Deeper. A sacred bond or formula shared just between them. Like learning Bobby’s chili doesn’t work without the cocoa powder. Someone could try a million different ways and it would never turn out right.

He wants to be brave enough to name this thing they’ve been building since promising to have each other’s backs. This relationship forged in fire, mud, and tsunamis. Built on collapsing foundations, busted down doors, lightning strikes, and ‘Because, Evan’.

If he could be part of Eddie and Christopher’s lives for everything, he would do it in a heartbeat. But that always seems like too much and not enough to ask for. Because Buck is too much and not enough. Acceptable in measured increments for precise amounts of time. For now — probably forever — he tucks that dream away in favor of focusing on what he does have.

With the leftovers safely put away, he grabs a beer, twisting off the cap and listening to it slide across the countertop, finally slowing to a stop next to the utensil caddy. It’s… loud. Too loud for such a small object. Or maybe the apartment is just too… cavernous? Empty?

Buck leans back against the counter, taking a lengthy sip and visually assessing his space. He has things. The right amount of things, even. After all, he’s one single person. How much could he need? He drowns the thought with more beer when his mind tries to remind him of six cheese lasagna and couches and having the answers.

He decides it’s not worth ruining his still relatively excellent mood by worrying over something as trivial as a chunk of metal, and moves out to the patio. It might do him some good.

The atmosphere is filled with the sights and sounds of the city at night. A complex symphony of traffic, music and people wrapped in an LED haze that starts at the street and drifts slowly upward. It’s a familiar melody that, just like the apartment, isn’t home but does its best to provide comfort.

He manages to pick out a few stars peeking through. Not full constellations. Those are impossible, staying hidden like the ancient giants they are. It’s nice to still be able to see the twinkling specks, even if they’re nothing like some places he’s been.

On the ranch in Montana he would lay on the hood of his Jeep and stare for what felt like hours. Feeling small, but also like something was waiting for him. Like he was part of something bigger that he just hadn’t discovered yet. Looking at the sky now doesn’t feel that way. More like being at sea, adrift and searching. Waiting to be found, though he’s not quite sure by who or what.

It reminds him of a documentary he watched once about otters. The mothers fluff up their pup’s fur and leave them to float while they hunt for food. The babies are powerless to do anything except spin in a circle until she returns. Sometimes Buck feels like that. Like somebody has given him enough support to turn in place but not actually go anywhere.

He casts a look at the table and chairs and finds himself thinking of fixing, being at your worst, trying again anyway, and— no. Clearly being outside isn’t helping, so Buck returns indoors, hoping the television will prove to be enough of a distraction.

As he searches for something to watch, it seems reasonable he just needed a better place to focus his attention that isn’t his own inner chatter. He’s already slightly irritated that the vibrant glow from earlier has faded so significantly. Maybe there’s still a chance it can be recovered.

He quickly settles on a cooking program and that gets him smiling again. He doesn’t even particularly care what’s being presented, just that it evokes the same warmth as being welcomed home and brown eyes with flecks of gold. At least until the next episode comes on.

This one features a couple, a husband and wife posed in their studio kitchen. They’re surrounded by pristine white cabinets, gleaming mixing bowls, and perfectly measured ingredients that will make a stunning something-or-other. When it’s complete they’ll pull it from the stainless steel double oven to be served on the prop table that’s been set like a photo shoot for Better Homes & Gardens.

Buck can’t help but notice how they move in harmony, fluidly traversing around each other, like a ballet. Like partners. Maybe it’s all for an audience, but it looks genuine. Not the type of movement that’s choreographed or faked. He stares, scrutinizing every instance of adoring looks and playful gestures until something within him finally cracks.

The hollow ache that usually lives in his chest suddenly feels deeper. Wider. Like it may actually break through and tear him apart, causing him to wonder how such emptiness can feel so massive. As if his ribs are slowly cracking open, snapping one by one, stretching the skin while crushing his lungs and heart. He wants to scream or something. Anything to untangle the mess sitting under his sternum.

Through rapid, gasping breaths Buck tries to refocus, to take himself back. Even just fifteen minutes. Is that so much to ask? Returning to blissfully, ignorantly, mindlessly observing?

Despite what he wants, the screen remains unchanged. Mr and Mrs Fucking Perfect carry on with their routine, blurred and watery in front of him. And Buck – he’s spinning in circles again, too helpless to do anything except wait. Except he doesn’t want to. He’s so tired of drifting and circling and clinging and pausing.

It’s just- when he’s the guy who’s always trying to fix things that are out of his control… what is he supposed to do?

🍠🍠🍠🍠🍠

Eddie puts the last of the dry dishes away in the bottom cabinet, and not a moment too soon. He’s got an early shift in the morning and has to get to bed. He could have left them in the rack for tomorrow, but it gave him extra time to mentally replay the earlier parts of the night. Like watching Buck smile, all pleased and fond, every time Eddie thanked him for a helpful cooking tip. Or watching Chris break out in a full belly laugh at one of Buck’s corny dad jokes.

It really is a form of self-torture sometimes, having Buck over for dinner and homework and board games. Pretending they’re a family and this is a normal everyday thing he gets to have.

He tells himself it’s for Chris, too, but he also knows that’s a blatant lie. If Chris wasn’t a factor Eddie’s pretty sure he’d invent any and all reasons to spend more time with Buck.

Eddie sighs and lays the dish towel over the sink edge. The ridiculous one that says Silence of the Yams over a print of a sliced up root vegetable. It came as part of a set Buck and Chris gave him last Thanksgiving. It’s probably not a coincidence he uses this particular one the most. The shade is a nearly identical match to the burnt orange sweater Eddie always likes on Buck.

There are times it feels like he’s not the only one with all these feelings welling up inside, trying to prevent them from bleeding out through his pores and spilling onto Buck. Like there’s something in the casual touches and glances that pass between them. Something electric and charged that’s more than bros or friends and decidedly not platonic.

One day, maybe, he’ll work up the nerve to tell Buck what’s in his heart. To ask him on a date and hope he’s not fucking up the best relationship that’s ever happened to him and his son. For now he’ll take whatever Buck is willing to give. Even if it only ever comes in the form of shoulder nudges, zoo trips, and Keeping the Peas housewares.

He starts his nightly routine, walking a path through the rooms, turning off lights and making sure doors are locked. When the final throw pillow is returned and the last pile is straightened, he hears the tentative knocking.

The noise immediately puts him on edge, setting off his protective instincts. Nothing good can come from someone being at his house this late. Christopher is in bed and Buck has his own key. Eddie tiptoes across the floor to peer through the peephole, shocked to discover who’s waiting on the other side.

“Buck?” Eddie turns the deadbolt, opening the door wide for his friend.

This isn’t anything like the night he came seeking respite from Maddie’s well-intentioned visitor train. Instead of standing tall, barreling past Eddie, Buck stares straight ahead, unblinking and motionless with slumped shoulders that make him appear small. Eddie can see how his eyes are puffy and red-rimmed. He looks utterly broken.

Before Eddie can say his name again, Buck surges forward over the threshold. He falls into Eddie, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s waist and burying his face into the crook of his neck.

Eddie pushes the door shut, not bothering to listen if it latched correctly or not. He returns the embrace, one hand on Buck’s back, the other gently petting his hair as Buck’s body shudders against his own.

He gratefully absorbs each whimper and sob. The way thick, searching fingers clutch at his shirt.

“Shhhh, hey. I’ve got you.”

Buck was fine a few hours ago. What the hell could have happened since then?

“I- I’m sorry, Eds.” Buck begins to pull back, rubbing away the wetness on the sleeve of his maroon hoodie. “It’s late. I shouldn’t have- I’m gonna–” He jerks his chin toward the doorway.

“Uh-uh. None of that.” Eddie lightly grips Buck’s elbow, a silent question. Buck hesitates, looking between Eddie and the entryway, before he acquiesces to letting Eddie tug him closer again.

He wants to do any number or ill-advised things like hold Buck’s face between his palms, kiss away every tear, and murmur every wonderful thought he’s ever had about the man in his arms until Buck believes them. For now he settles for cradling and rubbing soothing patterns and silently loving. He’ll stand here all night if that’s what Buck needs. He can do that.

“I don’t know what happened. All I did was turn on Food Network,” Buck warbles. Then he shakes his head against Eddie’s shoulder, exhaling a world weary breath. A puff of air expelled by someone carrying the universe and trying to make it appear no bigger than a classroom globe. Eddie’s, unfortunately, more than a little familiar.

“That’s not true,” Buck confesses.

The silence returns and Eddie waits for Buck to elaborate on what he means. It isn’t long before the explanation comes, so muted that Eddie almost doesn’t catch it.

“I’m tired, Eds. Of pretending to be happy alone and waiting to be chosen. Tired of holding back just so the wrong person likes some version of me that isn’t even authentic. It’s just all so exhausting.”

I’d choose you. Three words Eddie can’t bear to make himself say out loud, because his best friend is hurting and now is most definitely not the time for that kind of confession. So he holds onto them a little longer, ignoring the sting where they settle back into his heart. A burning pain that only becomes more intense when Buck burrows impossibly closer, continuing to cling to Eddie like a lifeline.

Buck speaks again, sounding unfathomably small and heartbroken. “Am I that hard to love?”

“No.” Eddie’s answer is immediate and unwavering. As true as the night he first decided in front of their captain and an exploding ambulance.

Buck responds with a skeptical huff. “You have to say that because you’re my best friend.”

Eddie slides the hand on the back of Buck’s neck forward, grazing over his cheek and under his chin until he can tip his head up. Even in the darkness, Buck’s eyes are exceptionally blue. Endless depths that manage to steal Eddie’s breath and reflect back every future he yearns for.

It’s been ages since Eddie’s given any serious thought to last first kisses or until death do we part, but he would swear under oath that’s what he sees now.

“No,” Eddie reiterates. This should probably be more difficult and be ratcheting up his anxiety. But it doesn’t. Instead he’s wrapped in a distinct calm. An undeniable certainty, because what he’s about to say is true and however Buck reacts won’t change it. “I have to say that because I love you.”

Buck blinks and his mouth falls open in an imperfect o. “Y-you what?” He whispers.

Now that he’s said it once, a second time is that much easier. “I said I love you. And I will always choose you. All of you. Over and over. Every version. If you’ll let me.”

Buck’s eyelashes flutter, fresh tears starting to pool there, and he looks at Eddie with such awe and disbelief, like he can’t accept that someone would genuinely want him. Not that he doesn’t understand the feeling, but it shatters Eddie to think Buck has spent even a second believing he’s unlovable.

“Of course I’ll let you. How is that even a question?” Buck asks, as if they haven’t been dancing around exactly that for years. He stands to his full height, never letting his hands drop, beaming down with the smile Eddie’s claimed as just for him. “But, Eds?”

“Yeah, Buck?”

“This has been a really long hug. Not that I’m complaining. I was just kinda hoping I could kiss you. Finally. I’ve been kinda wanting to for a while.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

And who is Eddie to deny him that?

“Please,” he sighs into the diminishing space between them. His tone borders on a plea, but this is Buck. The person who has seen Eddie at his most vulnerable, who sees Eddie more than he’s ever allowed anyone else.

They drift closer until their lips brush, just enough that Eddie gets a taste of Buck’s horchata lip balm. Eddie can’t understand needing more than the 3-pack he can get at the grocery store, but right now he’s not complaining about the sweet, cinnamon flavor.

Eddie deepens the kiss, pausing when he can make himself break away, just enough to murmur ‘I love you’, wanting to make sure Buck knows he’s all in. That this isn’t a fluke or temporary, pitying lapse in judgment.

Because he does, and he is, with every fiber of his being. He loves him, loves him, loves him.

Suddenly Buck pulls back, breathless and wide-eyed, his already plush lips kiss swollen, tempting Eddie to bring them back together. “I just realized I never said I love you, too. Because I do a-and I really need you to know that.”

Eddie hums appreciatively, claiming Buck’s mouth again, unable to stay apart any longer now that he knows what it is to kiss Evan Buckley. He submits to the love and adoration and the way they fit like two puzzle pieces, further solidifying how they’re meant to complete each other. He doesn’t know how he ever thought he knew what love was.

There are infinite meanings for different people. For Eddie, it’s painted in hues of burnt orange and blue. Folded in cheesy puns and always having a fresh container of oat milk in the fridge. Stated in facts about retrofitted ceiling tiles and light fixtures; conveyed in I know you did, what are you afraid of, and I misunderstood the assignment.

It’s following his heart on the winding path that led him to a reality better than any fantasy.

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i figured out how to phrase a problem i feel ygo is constantly struggling with nowadays

i finally figured out how to phrase an issue that's kind of unique to ygo as card games go and part of what i think is a big problem regarding its market. what makes ygo unique compared to the other major card games is just how much it changes fundamentally. power creep is part of it, but it's also because of how ygo changes its rules system completely every master rule. this creates a very strange situation where, unlike other card games where speed and individual options change but the structure stays about the same, if you like ygo for a few years and then check back in in like 5-10 years the game is gonna be something which isn't even remotely like what it was when you played.

this is its niche, and it's not necessarily bad. but it does lead to the scenario where the people who play ygo are either hardliners with one major hobby who live and breathe it and will literally play and buy product no matter what the fuck happens, and then, like, people who randomly got into it recently and just like the style as it is now. that's part of why historical formats are so popular in ygo, goat and edison aren't just weaker power level or whatever, they are literally fundamentally different games

but this also kinda means that if you like those fundamentally different games, for instance if you liked the pre-duelist alliance xyz era, or the pre-link era, you're kinda fucked because they're never going to make new cards for that sort of game again because it legit doesn't exist. or if they do make cards it'll always be a weird "casual" thing you can only play with fellow "casual ygo players" assuming you can agree on a ruleset.

the main exception to this are konami's occasional nostalgia formats and games like duel links. but duel links is a great example because it wasnt based around a specific niche, it was based around just doing ygo again from the beginning, so we repeated the cycle - liked synchro only era? you got a year, duel links has moved on, gg. speed duel never went past gx and cut out a lot of stuff. and rush duel is just konami starting a completely new thing because ygo is too much of a hassle to make appealing to kids anymore lol. they're never going to try to create a format that exists as a "lower power level" where they also consistently print cards into it and aim to not power creep it, it's just not how konami works. so in general certain eras really only exist as memories and single formats where like 4 decks were playable na dif you don't like those or wish they'd get a new card injection there's really nothing for you lol

they try to deal with this problem through legacy support, which is not a bad idea, but realistically legacy support runs into the exact same problem as everything else where there's earnestly only one ygo format that matters and if you play a shit deck you're going to barely get to play the game. so legacy support has to all be pushed to make a deck vaguely playable or be obviously made to make your deck just slightly less of a laughing stock. and realistically the vast majority of decks are not going to become playable from legacy support, especially if their gameplay style is outdated. so most cards as usual have no reason to exist except theoretically being playable somewhere some day maybe if we hope

that's not even getting into how power creep does fundamentally make ygo a different game over time on its own, with how game speed and hand trap design and extra deck use really changes what non-engine is played. or even what non-engine means. so it's all a bit of a complex situation that makes ygo hard to manage and i think feels like it's just gonna keep on shrugging and doing random stuff b/c the main audience buys it anyway

[onemeh]

hellooo how are you? how’d the french texts go?

currently favorite song? 🤔

I didn't hand them in and opted for a C or smth on my portfolio. She didn't notice and I got a B! :D

Also, I can never choose just one song (I'm complex like that lol-)

SO I've got 'Sagittarius' by Troy, 'Homesick' by Mico (that one isn't leaving the list soon ALSO the acoustic version is so good?? His voice???? I wanna inject it into my bloodstream-)

BUT i've also been obsessed with 'Symphony' by Morgan Clae (she is ethereal, no other word to describe it) and 'Broken Mast Bay' by Sail North

Also the Lesbian Hunter Saga by veryveryvinny AND Epic the Musical are still on repeat lmao

aaaaand this got longer that I intended. BUT WELL-

(Also, guess who got sick AGAIN for NO DAMN REASON and is currently drowning herself in herbal tea- :'D but it's already getting better)

[vegantinatalist]

Wait, what about b12? Is it possible to get that from plants or does it have to be synthetic?

yes you can get it from plants. its in any fortified vegan food. there are b12 and b complex supplements that are vegan.

its hard to get straight up from a raw plant source but thats true for all animals. there is only enough of it in meat because the animals are given supplemental injections into their flesh. wiser to just take the supplements ourselves.

to clarify, they are usually given supplements of other compounds that their bodies use to make b12, but it is still far less resource costly to just make b12 supplements for ourselves from plant based sources instead of using animals like living nutrient conversion machines. its ridiculous