#Home Health Web Development

[dbanerjee]

Take Your Home Health Business Online with Engaging, Patient-Centered Website Design

In the ever-evolving landscape of healthcare, "Home Health Website Design" is not just a trend; it’s an essential strategy for engaging patients and their families in meaningful ways. Picture a vibrant online space where compassionate care meets innovative technology—this is the promise of effective HomeCare Web Development. Imagine users landing on a visually stunning site that effortlessly guides them through services like personal care, therapy options, and health monitoring, all tailored to meet individual needs. With intuitive navigation and patient-centered features such as appointment scheduling and educational resources at their fingertips, visitors are empowered to take control of their health journey. By weaving storytelling elements into your platform through testimonials and caring imagery, you create an emotional connection that resonates deeply with potential clients. This thoughtful approach reflects not only your commitment to quality but also enhances trust in your brand—a critical factor when choosing home health services. In this digital age, investing in exceptional Home Health Web Development transforms how you connect with those who need you most while elevating your business presence in a competitive market.

[wandamfonseca]

Thrive: The Ultimate Guide to a Healthy Lifestyle

Maintaining a healthy lifestyle can feel like a challenge. With so many conflicting tips and trends, it’s easy to get overwhelmed. But thriving in life doesn’t have to mean radical change or impossible goals. Instead, it’s about building sustainable habits that support your physical, mental, and emotional well-being. This guide breaks down the core pillars of a healthy lifestyle to help you live your best life—every day.

Nourish Your Body with Real Food

A healthy lifestyle starts with what you put on your plate. Food is fuel, and your body thrives on clean, nutrient-dense options. Focus on whole foods—fruits, vegetables, lean proteins, whole grains, nuts, and seeds. Limit processed foods, added sugars, and unhealthy fats.

Hydration is just as important. Aim to drink at least 8 glasses of water a day, more if you're active or live in a hot climate. Staying hydrated supports energy levels, mental clarity, digestion, and even your skin.

💡Simple Tip: Plan your meals ahead of time and keep healthy snacks handy to avoid unhealthy choices when hunger hits.

Move Your Body Daily

Exercise isn’t just about weight loss or hitting the gym—it’s about moving your body in a way that you enjoy. Physical activity boosts your energy, improves your mood, strengthens your heart, and reduces the risk of chronic diseases.

The key is consistency. You don’t need an intense, hour-long workout every day. A brisk walk, dancing in your living room, stretching, or cycling can be just as effective. Find what moves you—literally and emotionally—and do it often.

💡Simple Tip: Start with just 15 minutes a day and build from there. Even small amounts of movement add up over time.

Prioritize Mental and Emotional Wellness

True health isn’t just physical—it’s also emotional and mental. Managing stress, practicing mindfulness, and nurturing relationships are all essential parts of a thriving life.

Meditation, journaling, and deep breathing exercises can reduce anxiety and improve focus. Quality sleep is another non-negotiable for your brain and body to recharge. Aim for 7–9 hours each night, and create a relaxing bedtime routine to wind down.

💡Simple Tip: Take 5 minutes every morning to breathe deeply, express gratitude, or set a positive intention for your day.

Create a Balanced Routine

A thriving life isn’t about perfection—it’s about balance. That means knowing when to work hard and when to rest, when to say yes and when to say no. Listen to your body and your emotions, and don’t ignore signs of burnout or fatigue.

Boundaries are healthy. Give yourself permission to take breaks, unplug from technology, and prioritize your well-being without guilt.

💡Simple Tip: Schedule self-care into your calendar just like you would a meeting or appointment. Make time for you.

Stay Consistent and Be Kind to Yourself

Healthy living is a lifelong journey, not a 30-day challenge. Progress isn’t always linear, and setbacks are part of growth. What matters most is that you keep showing up for yourself—even on the hard days.

Celebrate small wins. Stay curious. And most importantly, treat yourself with the same compassion you'd offer a friend.

💡Simple Tip: Write down your “why” for wanting to live healthier. Revisit it when motivation fades—it will keep you grounded.

Final Thoughts

You don’t need a perfect body, a flawless routine, or the latest wellness trends to live a healthy life. What you need is a commitment to taking care of yourself, one habit at a time. When you nourish your body, move with purpose, rest your mind, and love yourself through it all—you don’t just survive. You thrive.

[edsonsoterioposts]

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OPERARIO/A DE LIMPIEZA EN DISTINTAS JORNADAS PARA CUBRIR DIFERENTES PLAZAS Descripción de la empresa Mitie, fundada en 1978, ofrece una amplia gama de servicios integrales a clientes por toda España. Desde limpieza, catering y seguridad a la atención al cliente y el control de aforo. A cualquier hora del día o de la noche, en cualquier lugar de la geografía española, hospitales, aeropuertos…

[werezmastarbucks]

snowball pt2

incarnations masterlist

part one

obsessive, deranged, stalker!yoongi x f!complicit!reader

in which, no matter what you do, you can't seem to escape him

word count: 9015

music: can't get over you by joji, haunting by halsey, basic needs by jonathan davis

author's note: supplied all childhood memories by myself, lol. not funny. a little funny. sorry for yapping but i need you to know that i wrote both parts in one day and speedran into a burnout like i, personally, went through all the abuse.

warnings: violence, casual threats of violence towards the reader (although it never gets to it), toxic relationship, obsessive behaviour, yoongi has rage episodes; smut, voyeurism, intense jealousy, hardcore stalking, codependent, dysfunctional relationship, gaslighting, manipulation, abuse? unhappy-happy ending

The mental health has been degrading since the breakup. The built-up trauma of being watched, being observed and controlled, gave you monstorus paranoia which now makes you check your stuff three times a day.

Has the shampoo bottle moved a millimeter? You check the soil of the plants for dryness, putting your finger inside, in case someone watered it without you. You keep a to-buy list of things stuck on the fridge and carry the pen with you at all times, making sure there are no other pens left at home.

Sometimes it feels like things go missing. Pieces of clothing; you find them later on the couch where you left them. The light coming through the cluttered old balcony (wooden, full of the previous tennants' stuff you have no idea about) plays shadows on the walls, so you keep the curtains closed.

The narrow memory of Yoongi's obsessive presence is like a crack on the wall, a thin scar on your forearm; he is a demon, not hated enough and thus, scary. You watch the streets around and gradually, way slower than you hoped for, start losing caution.

People like him, you think with jealousy, tend to lose focus. They are bright and agonizing like a short flame, and they often move on. You wonder who his next victim might be. Wonder if changing laptops helped, or he still could hack your web camera again, because you use the same accounts.

The last year of university begins; thankfully you miss him there, too. He graduated the previous spring. You hope the waters of life carry Yoongi far away from you, because you still get nightmares in which the white figure is standing above your bed like an alien, like a poltergeist. In the first six months without him, you develop the fear of quiet, unexpected noises; and then you also discover he was right. You are forgetful. You skip meals. You bump into things. Toilet paper stops respawning by itself in your bathroom; sheets need changing; and kitchen needs cleaning.

You catch a stare similar to his, from above the mask, in a public place, and the whiplash of the mix of emotions takes away your good mood. Danger and desire. Missing him and hating him. For a whole year you grapple with the existence in which nobody worships the ground you walk on. Nobody goes through your phone. Nobody makes your muscles twitch.

You almost move on.

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Namjoon has finally moved out of his mother's house and bought himself a tiny cosy apartment in Jangang-dong with some generous family help. Which reminded you that you have zero contact with yours. Whatever is happening to your sweet little sister, you don't know. She has entered the university and barely texts you anymore.

Without Yoongi, really, you don't have truly loyal people in your life. That is not to say you need him back.

You don't. You know you don't. You agree with your brain when it says so. All the logic and self-preservation instincts make it clear as day.

Then why are you staring. Through the cigarette smoke whirling in hairy vortices, pale, soft, you see Yoongi, also pale and soft - and - bigger. That's the first thing you notice. Not even the girl on his lap. Still student business, although all of you are far beyond graduation. Still the same company of people. Still the same drinks. Yoongi is new. First of all, he shouldn't be here at all; you dart to Namjoon, clinging to his shoulder, and Namjoon is clearly trying to hide his face from you.

"Sorry... I'm sorry. I haven't seen him in months either. Y/N, I didn't know if he would come or not..."

You don't even say anything, just look into his frightened eyes. The buzzcut of Namjoon is glistening with sweat, prettily; it's dense in the room; about twenty people are crammed inside the tiny space. The words pour out of him under your gaze even though you look up.

"It wasn't a secret. Party wasn't a secret. I simply told my pals the address, and... I guess someone still speaks to him".

You never asked anybody to throw Yoongi out of their lives. The looks on Namjoon and Hoseok's faces were quite enough for you to understand that they will have the dignity.

It shouldn't be surprising though, if it's about Yoongi. Yoongi is a shimmering snake. He will always find a way.

Your skin crawls like suddenly dozens of tiny fruit flies cling to it. You hide behind Namjoon for a while, your palms around his round bicep. Yoongi doesn't pay attention to you; he simply exists inside an armchair. His shoulders are bigger. His chest has grown. He is buffer, bigger, softer somehow. His snow-white hair like the center of gravitation. You have no idea who the girl is. Should you tell her? Make a scene? Grab her by the shoulder and tell her Yoongi will put hidden cameras inside her apartment and will visit her place when she's not at home to lie in her bed and do her laundry? Should you make that of yourself?

"Stop staring", Namjoon mumbles.

It's a relief. He doesn't look your way and doesn't look for you. The root of your tongue goes dry. You stroll into the kitchen, tracing the wall, trying to keep your facial expression in check. It's a relief, you tell yourself. Yes, it's a relief: he has leached onto someone else. Later, when everybody gets much more drunk than now, you should catch the girl and lead her away and doesn't matter what she thinks about you. You need to warn her. Yes you need to warn her, and take her eyeballs out with a hot teaspoon. The roots of his white hair are going slightly dark again. Yoongi can be very charming when he works you; his nods are art. He maintains the eye contact, keeps his mouth slightly open, moves his chin like he means it. His intelligent mouth curls into a sexy shape. You walk into the kitchen and look for water bottles, and check the stove out of habit. Namjoon is made of the same material as you. Breaks things. Forgets about open fire. Leaves the fridge door open. A walking catastrophe. You are too similar to ever fall in love.

You reach for the pitcher and then get a glass out of the cupboard. Hand nervously scratches the neck, too hard, grooming you into peace.

No, it's just funny that he used to spend every waking moment trying to consume you, and now he has a new girlfriend. It's funny, that's all.

You gulp water, trying to drown those stupidly obvious thoughts that betray the pathetic weakness of you. Stare into the black mirror of the microwave with smudges of fat on it. Then the white floats into reflection behind you, and leans against the wall. Like the fire entering.

"Oof, very awkward", he stretches his vowels. You bite the glass edge and then unclench your jaws to turn around.

"Seeing your ex at the party".

Yoongi is glowing. His cheekbones are becoming more protruded like he lost weight even though he did literally the opposite. He keeps his hands behind his back, the inner sides of his elbows shot with the same blue veins that cover his dick. You sigh with a shudder. Stupid bitch.

"I'd say sus", you manage. He slightly raises his eyebrows, feigning innocence. Then says,

"Oh, yeah. I need to apologize, probably. Sorry. I must have left a crazy impression, ha ha".

His chuckle is low and unreadable. Yoongi pushes himself off the wall and walks to the counter, and you move away, looking at him from under the brow.

"I hope you're doing okay though. I know I was acting totally crazy. Sorry. It's trauma".

He is carrying his new body with the nonchalance of a tiger. Goes through Namjoon's fridge the same way he used to go through yours. Like it's his place. Every place he goes, he acts that way. If you can find a way to slither into a space, you don't even need to claim it.

You tug at the painful spot on your upper lip, tearing the skin off.

"You seem adequate".

"I had therapy for a year. Getting over you, and stuff".

He doesn't look at you directly. The corners of his lips are slightly upturned with half-moons while he is reading the back side of a plastic pack of pineapple slices. He shakes it at you:

"Expired last week. Namjoon is so silly, I can't".

"Still have the caretaker complex. Therapy didn't help", you hammer, still walking backwards, until you press yourself into the window sill.

"Hey, it's not an easy thing to fix. At least I am trying".

It sounds weirdly like a jab at you. Yoongi looks at your face. He doesn't seem desperate. Doesn't seem needy. There's no heated glint in his eyes like before. He looks... calm. Collected. Polite.

"Are you really... okay?" you ask. Your eyes dart to the hand that's holding the expired pineapple slices. Fingers look normal. Yoongi catches your gaze and shows you:

"Yeah, everything's healed. Lucky. You know, I kind of need them".

He wiggles his fingers in the air, and you look away. You know your face is heating every passing second.

"Well, I am glad. Honestly, I didn't expect to see you".

"I missed these parties", he says simply. Then his girl enters the kitchen and immediately goes for his broad shoulders. Yoongi has always had a well-balanced, wide frame. Now it's magnified. Now. He looks irresistible.

She coos something to him, paying you no attention, and he bows his head, letting the hair fall on his eyes. The glimpse of the old, feral Yoongi.

Your heart is eerily empty. You leave the kitchen lighter. Now, you are a ghost. Why does it feel like you lost something?

The night becomes tighter like a python's gut. The room squeezes. You watch everybody dance. Yoongi is inescapable, gleaming. His hands on her body. She is in danger.

The party doesn't seem fun anymore. You take three more shots with Hoseok, who observes you with quiet caution and says nothing. Doesn't like your snappy character. His bony wrists only push tiny glasses towards you, then he nods, and you drink up. Once he is distracted by another song that he agrees with, he gives you a window to escape. It's perfect: Yoongi is gone from the room, probably making out with the girl. You slither among people, ignore Namjoon's weak call. Everybody is too drunk. You try to spot her wine-red dress on your way out, half-heartedly, then leave.

Climbing down two stairs is a challenge on wobbling knees. You do it slowly, without a hurry. You have no idea why you are so rattled, so furious about everything. Alcohol multiplying the awful things boiling in your mind. You push the entrance door open and step into the cool autumn air, and take a deep breath, only to swallow a handful of cigarette smoke.

You cough softly, and the white catches your eye.

Yoongi is leaning against the wall again, light bomber on his shoulders.

"Leaving?" he asks. The chthonic flesh-eating monster trying to act normal. You sway on your two feet. And you're not even wearing heels. There's a hickey on the side of his neck and a tired frown in between his lips, sharing space with the cigarette.

"Yeah", you say. Your eyes can't unclutch him. You try your upper lip with the tip of your tongue, and it's salty.

"You need a lift?"

You scoff. Yoongi smiles in unison, agreeing with whatever is on your mind. Yes, yes, stupid, he used to say. Of course, of course.

"Your girlfriend?"

"We met tonight. Here. She's not my girlfriend", he replies simply, without any disdain, not trying to prove anything.

"You gotta be honest", you press, shifting all weight to the left to steady yourself. Yoongi nods lightly, smoke leaving his mouth like a soul.

"Are you really normal now?"

"That's philosophical. Me being abnormal was always your opinion".

"Don't bullshit".

"Why? It's not like you're going to give me another chance?"

The music booms from up above through the open window of Namjoon's living room. You wonder why the neighbours haven't called the police yet. You notice Yoongi's free hand in the pocket of his bomber, fidgeting with something. Imagine it to be a knife.

"I have to go".

"I can drive you".

It's not urging, or pressing. It's a polite offer. Repeated twice.

"I saw you drink".

"I had one beer".

Yoongi stabs the cigarette against the new yellow paint of the wall. The building has been completed three years ago, it's a freshly born dwelling. The cigarette leaves a stark black spot and glows pale orange on the ground. He walks over to you but moves past, slightly changing the constitution of air around you. He smells like smoke, and sweet cologne vaguely resembling your own perfume.

"Come, I got a new car".

You shouldn't follow him, stupid bitch. His broad back in dark-blue bomber floats against the parking lot.

"You got a job?"

"Of course", he booms gently. Your feet start moving. Head is smoky with alcohol. With the night. Jeans tight around you. You are making a mistake, but he is your mistake. Nobody else's.

"How's the lotus spa going?"

Yoongi walks towards a silver car which you can't identify in the dark, and unlocks it. The lights blink like a warning. He opens the door for you and waits.

"It's in the future".

The cover of the night hides everything. Dissipating orange light from Namjoon's windows has no power here, in the twilight zone of an almost made decision. You touch the cold metal of the door, swiping your fingers up and down, and he clocks your hesitation.

"You don't have to go. Just thought to save you some money, night fares are insane", he says. Yoongi looks away, his throat shining in the blue darkness. You realize the street lamps don't work. You get into the car.

He drives with one hand resting on his lap; if it even knows how to do it. The hand that once shattered a glass bus stop and dripped blood. The hand that got stuck in between the door and the door frame. Hand that wrapped so lovingly around your throat, that balanced you every time you'd stumble. The hand that installed a surveillance device in your kitchen and stole items from your house, and never returned them.

"You feel alright?"

"Yeah".

"Your eyes are rolling".

The old Yoongi would scold you for drinking so much that you sway in the passenger seat. He would call you a lightweight. The new buff Yoongi with his fashionable bomber giving a special silky glint to his skin is driving quietly, shaking the hair away from his eyes. And in a twisted, serene old habit, you reach out and - what are you doing, stupid bitch - push the bangs away, scared that he doesn't, in fact, see around when it's like this. You think of the notion of Yoongi going through the life with the white curtain on his eyes. By the end of your, hmm, relationship, he did reveal them. Now he is fluffy and closed up again. Yoongi doesn't flinch, doesn't even acknowledge it.

"What job did you get?"

"Architectural designer in GBM".

The name of an insanely wealthy company leaves his lips like it's seven eleven. But Yoongi was made for these things. His satanic determination in studies was always clear. What's scarier was, it all came to him so easily. He never struggled with academic stuff. The human... was what he lacked in.

"That's pretty cool".

He nods like it's obvious. Still doesn't call you dummy. It even feels off.

He doesn't ask anything about you. He doesn't stare. Now you almost feel pathetic for touching his hair.

Another thing you totally miss is that he doesn't even ask where you live. You stupid, stupid cunt.

He simply drives you home to the other side of the city, into your new rented apartment with the wooden corridor, and parks in the lot in front of the building, and you drop your head back for a moment. You get out of the car quickly not to share this space with him, so egocentric that you fail to notice the obvious. Only when Yoongi leaves the car as well, does your head snap to him:

"Where are you going?"

"Calm down. You're drunk. To the entrance".

You stroll across the parking lot full of someone's cars. People are sleeping. This new building is smaller, quieter. The neighbours haven't known a Yoongi who bangs on your door regularly, who yells and shouts, and makes you yell and shout, too, in the bedroom. He follows you silently, and you punch in the code to the entrance door, and finally your alarms wake up half-willingly, the baseline self-preservation signals.

Yoongi pulls the door open above your head. His smell envelops you: hard, bitter, sweet, dense, all at the same time.

"Yoongi", you want to say his name firmly, like it's a derogatory term, but it comes out whiney and submissive. He is towering above you, eyes hooded in the lack of expression. White hair shining.

"What?"

"That girl who isn't your girlfriend", you slur, "doesn't even know you left?"

"I don't know her name", he pauses, "did it work though?"

His hand slides painfully slowly, on the edge of the door, until it touches your fingers, and you flinch them away.

"Don't tell me you did it on purpose", you wince. Your foot trips against the step, and Yoongi catches you by the waist. Cinematic. Nauseating. You remember his grab vividly, and yes, it's different now. He is bigger now, and it's the worst thing. You notice all the worst things.

"I did. Shit, it was great seeing you simmer", he whispers. He pushes you both into the building, and the door starts closing slowly, slowly, painfully slowly, like a mouth. You don't look at it. All your own animal wants to do it sink its teeth into Yoongi. For a good while you've been hiding your nature.

"You're still stuck on me", you mutter, accusingly.

"And you're still pretending to hate it", Yoongi grabs the railing and pulls you up the stairs, but you stop him on the fourth step. The new skin slides off him like sheep's fur. The bend of his elbow urges you to move on, your fingers sliding off the silky shoulder.

"The only thing I dislike about you?" he mutters, his mouth barely moving. The light that finally goes up in the stairwell almost blinds you, and you squeeze your eyes shut for a second. In this, it becomes clear that Yoongi is trying to drag you up without making it completely forced. You spin in his grab like it's a dance, balancing on the narrow steps, and his hand only grips your elbow now. Yoongi returns and pushes you against the hard greenish wall; inadequate, unpretty pale colour; but it goes well with white. He must be a little drunk after all, because he doesn't finish the phrase. His mouth forces itself on you, and you struggle for a good two seconds before recognizing his tongue.

Yoongi doesn't kiss; he devours you. He presses his head forwards, demanding the entrance, and then chokes you with tenderness, tilting your head back. He is trying to reach your throat from the inside, tracing your own trembling tongue. He is the ocean you don't have to leave. He only wants you. He whispers that: i only want you, like he's complaining: am I asking for too much? Your skeleton rattles inside, deprived of him for a whole year, every single system of your body working against your better judgement. So maybe you should screw it. You were meant to be. His small quick teeth never bite you to draw blood, but rather, to gently rehearse the day he finally gets to eat you. It takes a couple of minutes to get to the second floor, it's like in a movie; two mouths unable to get unstuck. You can't even hear the code beeping: the door simply opens, and he pushes you inside. The quiet, untouched darkness of the corridor welcomes him as he reaches for your thighs and squeezes them. It's a cataclysm. As soon as the door closes, he unzips his jeans and guides your hand inside, and you grab his dick, pulling out a soft moan out of him. It's still his trademark pleading. Stroke me, touch me, love me.

Yoongi kisses your wrist before pulling your top over your head, and immediately gets to your breast. Warm, safe, bee nest mouth bites too hard, and you shriek with pain, and he licks it softly to soothe it. What were the odds you'd meet him at Namjoon's house warming party? Yoongi doesn't fuck, he ambushes. You don't see any value in stifling your moans, harmonizing neatly, because it's one thing you never lied to yourself about. You feel so much smaller against him now, and it doesn't help. He could destroy you. Your tongue punches against the lower lip and gets outside, you feel like you're crumbling to pieces. The wetness of a whole year drips down in between your hips clashing together. It's sobering up. Sensitivity returns, and limbs go numb.

"This is fucking heaven", his tongue sanitizes your throat before allowing the teeth to bite. As you scream, you tighten around him, trying to bring legs together, but Yoongi is in between them, and he groans. Slow? Fast? You get what you want. He punches his thighs against yours until it hurts, then twirls you to your stomach and gets you on all fours. His body is fluid around you, like he's orbiting something. He nuzzles his face into your hair, moving his head, and it feels so good like he's never touched you before. All matter is knocked out of your head. Brain shut down. It's just juices, friction, pressure, love. Yoongi keeps repeating: my girl, my girl, my girl, like he is convincing himself. You have no idea what he's been doing for a year, but you sure haven't been fucked like that. Haven't been fucked at all. You think you and Yoongi invented sex, actually. It didn't exist before this. Your two animals kissing on the mouths, celebrating together. It's not you, it's them who kept magnetizing towards each other. Yes, that is easier to accept. His hand traces your arched spine and ends up on the side of the ass. A sonorous slap. Another one. The biting pain makes you feel everything more clearly. Then he cums inside, and the construction of you collapses, knees week, dysfunctional. He kisses it. Everything. As soon as your brain restarts, it advises: it was probably a mistake. Yoongi is licking the pink spot on your ass that he hit, like a kitten, with the tip of his tongue. You've never been loved before.

In the morning, you find him on your chest, his heavy head pressing on the rib cage, so much that it wakes you up. You push him off yourself and slide down instead, and he folds his arms around you through the sleep. Several hours later the day is breaking pale cold air in the bedroom with sunrays, and it burns your face.

The first thing you decide is that you can't go back to him. Wow, morning clarity is debilitating. You see his spider body, even more unbeatable than before. Yoongi has that cunning sweetness in his face, because it's kinda pinchable, and the cheeks are so soft. And it's a perfect disguise: he looks too cute. But when you think of the things he's doing, that mask turns insidious.

You try to slip out of the bed, but his clutch is iron even when he's unconscious. You look down at his hands. Half-fist as usual, short, trimmed, clean nails. The arms are like stubborn bush branches, trapping you in place.

"I want to pee", you whisper.

"Pee on my face", he mumbles, barely moving his lips. He crunches his nose when your movements become too disruptive to his snoozing. Before finally releasing you, he tightens the grip.

Everything in between legs burns. Muscles are sore, and the only thing they need is return into bed, but you force yourself to go to the kitchen for a glass of water.

This action brings up a huge question from under the sand of your mind. It's like the cameras all over again. It's like morning nausea. You put the glass back on the table and stare around the kitchen, the paranoia a forever chip on your shoulder. Calm down, you whisper to yourself. Knowing that it's the swamp you danced into happily yesterday. Are there cameras in your kitchen? Are there cameras in your bathroom?

Who unlocked the door to your apartment last night?

You can't remember. All you remember is animalistic desire. The need. The feeling of, if I don't let him in now, I'll die. Two things can be true at once: you are meant to be, you and Yoongi. He is your person. And he is clinically insane.

You walk back into the bedroom, where he is strategically putting on his jeans. The left side of his hair is flat because of the pillow, and he ruffles it with force.

"Yoongi".

You must have met before, in another lifetime: the way his name sounds in your mouth is too practiced. It lands neatly on your tongue like it belongs there. The same with yours. He lifts his eyes and walks around the bed.

"Now what? God, I just woke up".

His eyes are fixated on your right breast where a small bruise begins to form. He looks around and pulls your house robe from the floor. Untidy, the old Yoongi would say.

"Get dressed, or I'll drag you back to bed".

He puts the robe over your shoulders looking at you with such loving eyes that for a second you are ready to believe it's you that's slightly schizophrenic. He can't just leave it be once you put your arms through the sleeves; he drags his palm down your arm, fingers playing with your wrist.

"Who unlocked the door?"

He tilts his head forward and kisses you on the forehead.

But doesn't reply.

You try to remember. At the kiss, your memory fails. You remember the feeling. The light. Being pushed against the surface. Then, corridor.

Yoongi leaves the bedroom and strolls towards the kitchen, hanging his head low. You see he is rubbing something on his stomach.

"Snowball head".

He halts to a stop. Yoongi looks like a leopard now. The muscles in his shoulders lean and round. The neck looks stronger. His eyes peek at you through the hair.

"You're asking idiotic questions like before?" he hisses, "Instead of using your head, as usual?"

You grab the hems of your robe, closing yourself off.

"What does it matter who punched in the code?" he turns back to you. That white demon from your dreams.

"You never bothered to change it, and you've lived here for a whole year. Not a single time has it occurred to you to switch between them since you've moved away specifically to hide from me".

Boom. Just like that, the illusion of home dries down and evaporates like mist in the evening.

You don't want to stutter even though your hands give away the tremor.

"You've been here?"

"When?"

Your chin tilts forward.

"At all?"

"You expected me to just leave you alone or something?"

Yoongi throws it like it's a slight accusation, and goes into the kitchen.

But the plants stayed dry.

Floor moves under your feet slowly, carrying you after him. The jeans without the belt slide down under his stomach, and he pulls them up a little, then bows, looking inside the fridge. You fall onto a chair and feel scared of touching the table.

"Don't fuck with me".

"Don't fuck with me".

"Yoongi..."

He snaps.

Yoongi swings the fridge door closed, and it bashes, opens again and rests half-open, while he stands up and turns to you.

"You are looking for things to complain about", he doesn't yell, he sizzles. "All the times I came round, I haven't even touched you a single time".

Your jaw unhinges and falls down, horror clouding your eyes.

They weren't dreams.

You didn't dream him up. He was there, in the room. White ghost against the bed. Your Yoongi. This is not dating, it's haunting. There was no break up, no year gap. Not to him. Yoongi rakes his hair with his hand, and you look at the knife resting on the counter to his left. The tender spot under his arm, in between top ribs, is asking to be stabbed.

"Get the fuck out", you get up.

"Don't even dream about it", his voice is bitter. You tug on his arm, trying to pull him away from the fridge. He closes it with his foot. Shakes off your hand. You grab again.

"What are you trying to do, baby?" he laughs. "You will throw me out? Again?"

He hasn't asked how you've been because he was there. He saw everything with his own eyes.

"Are there cameras?"

"No, I don't need them", he continues to laugh. Yoongi lets you drag him into the corridor, then loses his patience. Your fingers catch the air. His hand wraps around your throat. And finally, it's that one ring of the bell that should've sounded years ago. It's not the usual neck hold that fixates you in place. He starts squeezing.

"Stop pushing. Me away".

He skips the pleasantries of rhetoric questions and threats. He treats it like you're being problematic about a reasonable demand.

"We have been blessed with the love that doesn't even come to normal people sometimes", he grunts, "do you realize how rare it is? I found you within a week because I fucking read your mind".

"You are deeply unwell", you choke out, your hands scratching against his chest in an almost begging manner.

His eyes search your face, and he loosens the grab a little when the colour of it turns a little red. But doesn't let go.

"There's no shame in belonging to someone like you".

You mouth,

"Go".

Yoongi shakes you like you're a toy that refuses to work. The back of your head meets the wall, and he instantly puts his other palm against it. You kick. Then your fist collides with his unexpecting stomach, and he lets go.

You hold yourself against the wall and move towards the living room. He has to go. You run across the room and crash into the balcony door. Yank it open, and Yoongi grabs you by the shoulders. His weight makes you both step up, and you plunge into the wooden balcony, into the sun.

"He-" his hand slaps your face closed, covering the mouth. You hang from his arm, trying to scratch it, but you forget that Yoongi hasn't cared about pain since he was a child. Nothing can hurt him. Not your rejection, not your nails, not your fist. You mean nothing and everything to him. In a fit of delirious amusement, he bites your neck through your hair, giggling into your ear. You try to kick his shin but with your bare foot, it's ineffective.

"Stop fooling around and talk to me", he chuckles. Yoongi turns his head and spots a pile of someone else's old shit. Some garments, clothes, so old that they even smell. When you employ an elbow, to avoid being hit, he pushes you lightly to the side, and you fall there. Yoongi gets distracted by your leg ending with something he likes very much, as the skirt of the robe gets pulled up. He gets to his knees.

The barrier is so old that there are creases inside the wood. It's more of a hand-made cover, several square planks smashed together under the banister. When Yoongi's hand grabs your knee, you kick him in the chest with the other foot. He stumbles back. All his weight shifts, making him tip. He weighs a little more now - maybe around seventy kilograms? Not a small boy anymore. His back crashes through the barrier, taking it with him. He falls like a real man, without crying. And thumps on the ground, on top of the wooden pieces, three and a half meters down.

You don't even look; first thing you do is push yourself up and crawl out into the living room and run for the phone. Someone in the building opens a window.

You call the police, going through his clothes in your bedroom, looking for the car keys to make sure he won't get away.

Although maybe it's better if he does.

When you return to the balcony, you step carefully and crane your neck to look out. Of course, he's not there. You can't see any blood. His car is still parked in front of the building, although there are several silver ones. And you never bothered to check which one is his.

You sit by the wall, shaking, until the police arrive, and you tell them: my ex has followed me from the previous apartment where he had installed a camera in the kitchen to watch me.

Now, he has been visiting me, most likely at night, because he found out the code to the door.

The flat still smells like him everywhere. He'd been stealing things, too. I threw him off the balcony when he tried to forcefully eat me out after admitting the stalking.

The police say that it's the usual stuff. Shit happens. Lock your door for the night, they advise. If he reports the violence, you might be brought in for questioning, because you shouldn't throw people off balconies, no matter how they employ their mouths.

You collapse the next day on your way to work and spend a week at the hospital. Mental breakdown.

You spend a shit ton of money on therapy Yoongi never bothered with.

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Depression comes to you in the shape of irritation at everybody around you.

Two years later, the longer his absence, the stronger your fear grows. Yoongi can't just have disappeared, right, but it's a trick he does the best. You move from one flat to another every two months. You get a mechanic lock with the single key you always carry with you, even when you sleep. You don't meet new people but instead try to ground yourself in your family, or rather, the only member of it, who is still interested: your little sister. Too shy to text first. Too little to understand what's happening to you. You never talk about him. You don't need anybody to tell you that you've gone nuts; therapist does it well. You need someone to just be there.

You cut off everybody you knew from the university, even Namjoon and Hoseok, and feel awful about it, exhausted. After two years of running through Seoul and mapping it, leaving crumbs for everyone to see, you move away to Ilsan where your sister studies. But even then, you don't see each other very often. You install cameras yourself now: a black motionless eye in the bedroom; then watch yourself sleep in the morning, searching for snowy glow in the shot.

Yoongi is gone. This gaping hole smothers you with an unspoken promise of revenge. You don't even know how badly he fell back then - whether he can still walk. What happened to him. You don't get spooked anymore, don't get startled by blonde hair; you're quietly waiting for the day he shows up, to kill him. Live again? You can only do it when you know he is not there, anywhere.

You have no idea if what he's told you about his family, was true. That he had an alcoholic father and the mother that would make him beg for forgiveness on his knees, for every small mistake. That he was a lonely child at school, too small to even be bullied, just invisible. You always doubted half of it, because Yoongi always knew to push your buttons, almost like a real animal, a cat, that adjusts the sound of its meowing to soothe a human ear.

You are like that old dude from Jeepers Creepers 3, who sits with the shotgun, waiting to blow the demon down once it twitches again.

You miss the way he touched you like you were the most delicate, the most beautiful thing in the world. You could tear yourself apart.

Psychologist says it's an extreme case of codependent abusive relationship and that Yoongi most likely has borderline personality disorder and OCD. You scoff at that. You know he is an incubus.

You work from home; don't show up on the street a lot. All deliveries brought to you are under your name. Your apartment is untidy and messy, and owned only by you. No one steps inside, and there's no alien smells. Not bitter, not sweet, not the love. No hatred in your heart. Just readiness.

Mending relationships you'd neglected for years is an ungrateful business. Especially if it's your family. When your mother texts you that there's a gathering, it's not a happy message, a call to get together to catch up. To her, it's a chore, and you wouldn't even go if your sister weren't there. The last time you saw her, she was a worn out graduate, given up fencing and all her old hobbies, just trying to cope with her demanding major and friendship problems. It was a year ago. Once you moved to Ilsan, she had welcomed you and vanished again, leaving you on read for months. Guess you can't ask for more after being such a rotten creature that only gravitates towards the worst people.

You would've worn an armour if you had some, to family gatherings.

It's the most unpleasant faces you've ever seen in your life, all looking at you like you are shit. Mother eyes you up and down, and you recall how you had to kneel before her when you were little, begging for forgiveness. You'd never told Yoongi that; always wondered if it was a coincidence. Not really anybody knows that, except you and her.

She has a softer stare for the younger version of you, that didn't disappoint; from the other side of the big living room, you see the back of the head of your sister, and how the corners of mother's eyes relax, and lids go a little down.

"Did dad text you?" is all she asks. You say no.

"Uncle Namgil is here", she warns. Guess it's her version of taking care. Uncle Namgil liked to carry you around by your ankle when you were small enough to be carried. Almost dislocated your hip every single time, shaking you like a cat. You know well to stay away from him, even now.

"Minjae?"

The cousin who kissed you french style when you were ten.

"No".

She nods at your sister and smiles at her warmly. You get an uneven glass tilt. Once the girl turns and waves at you, lifts her arm, the cardigan on her body stretches, and you notice a belly.

"Oh shit", you utter before you can stop yourself.

"She is six months pregnant", mom explains.

You walk towards each other, and you hug her. She is still the same strong girl with shy eyes telling you things she isn't capable of pronouncing. Now she avoids looking at you, rather usual stuff. You need to nudge her a little, though. Having a baby is no small deed.

"Nani", you coo. The little nickname you gave her when she was little. You never call her the full name. "Congratulations".

She smiles, wrapping her palms around her belly. Then blushes slightly.

The relatives chat around. It's always a fine concussion of a reminder, how many there are, of you. Sister squeezes your hand shortly in gratitude.

"I'm sorry we didn't speak more".

It's a very vague apology. 'Didn't speak more' sounds like an unfinished conversation from yesterday, not a full six months of ghosting you. But you can't stay mad at her for long. You look around, seeing if anybody else is surprised by her growing belly. If there are the typical accusatory glances at you, blaming you for making your younger sister take the burden because you are just so selfish. Your mother asks her about the boyfriend softly.

"Boyfriend?" you ask, surprised, "you're not married?"

She shrugs.

"It was a happy accident".

Her eyes shine with what you know is infatuation.

"Where is he? Has he come with you today?"

She opens her mouth and says nothing at first, but her stare is direct. Your convoluted mind halts, waiting for a response. The voices of your family a hiss of the sea around. The room is yellow.

What enters the living room is black.

"I should've told you", her throat convulses, eyes bulge a little. All features indicate that she is feeling guilty. You look down at her stomach, then back at her face, then again, behind her shoulder.

Because your battered brain refuses to register.

"Sorry", she whispers quickly.

His hand lies on her shoulder, and you stare at the fingers with clean, short nails.

Yoongi is all black, like a swan that's undergone a transition.

He is happy, as well.

"Hi".

Your mother is mesmerized by the handsomness of this dude. He has a trendy cut with sidebangs, an there's a silver earring in his ear, but it just suits him so well. Black shirt is ironed, you know she did it. Yoongi bites his lower lip shyly. His eyes are revealed, and your mom drowns in them. It's in the genes. She can't not see the perfect slant. You bet she is almost fainting at the realization her grandchild will have these eyes.

It's a callback to his kitchen greeting: wow, that's awkward.

It's what you say now, to deelectrify the air. Yoongi's gaze darts to you like he doesn't recognize you. Nani's face gets flushed.

"We used to date", you explain to your mother. She opens her mouth, confused. Nani twists out of his hand gently. And takes the mother's arm.

"We should leave them for a while".

Throws you another cautious look. You had not a single idea this girl was capable of being a cunt. Not a single idea.

She lingers for a moment, looking at him, then at you, then purses her lips and leads mom away.

Yoongi looks at her like he would rather slash his veins that let her go. You feel your eyes go cold.

Seeing him in black is so weird, it's so... it's like you've accidentally jumped into a parallel dimension. You study his hair, shiny, black like his jacket.

"Is this your natural colour?" you don't know why you whisper.

It's the first thing you tell him after three years.

By the way, he doesn't look crippled.

Is this the same person at all?

When he opens his mouth, you recognize the voice.

"Yeah. Why?"

You can't remove the frown from in between your eyebrows.

"You've seen my teeange pictures".

You blink the paralysis off.

Yoongi orbits you a little, choosing an angle, then stands by your side, like you're both observing the living room.

"I have a great family", he sighs, "so many people".

Finally, the ice-cold spear of understanding slides down your guts and settles there, where Nani grows his parasite.

"You fucked my sister?"

He raises his eyebrows at the vulgarity of that. He is slowly changing his young adult face to his man face. It's rougher. Still handsome to the point of annoyance. Cheeks soft. But the white is drained. It's mute.

"She has your eyes", he deadpans.

"That all you got to tell me?"

Yoongi grins a little. There are small creases at the corners of his eyes. He must work a lot.

"One thousand, one hundred sixteen days", he replies. His eyes travel across your face. "And you finally don't fuck around".

"Walk with me".

You turn and make your way into the kitchen that's across the living room, down the corridor and to the left. Nani and mom are sat on the couch and watch you two, a little scared for some reason.

Yoongi strolls behind you soundlessly.

You rake your hair, it helps you think. Yoongi closes the door behind him and gets distracted by the little vase with candy. You stop at the knife stand, staring at it like it knocks all thoughts out of your head.

"You'll be an aunt soon", he says from behind you. Traces his finger on the table as if checking if your mother is as dirty as you are. You barely ever dusted.

"It's a boy".

"I don't believe it. Is it really yours?"

You turn with a swing to face him. He's a crow now. A levelled-up creature.

"Yeah, it's mine. I had lots of sex with her".

You cover your nose like you're ready to vomit.

"When did you start it?"

"About a year ago".

"And before?"

"Huh?"

He is playing fool now. Direct and annoyed Yoongi is taking his time pulling the nerves out of you.

"Where have you been before? It's been three years".

He smirks with his teeth, and takes a step towards you like he likes something in your voice.

"Why are you asking? I was working. I need to provide for my family. While you were drowning in your own shit, I got really loaded and ready to procreate".

He says it with mercy, a soft tilt of the head, a hand ready to catch you.

The balcony flight really cemented your unbalanced seats in this fucking spectacle. It's true. You've been surviving. Him, his aftershock, and then, without him. Bizarre. Your life started revolving around him.

Yoongi sighs through his nose and holds himself against the counter. Looms above you the way he likes to.

"You can't have Nani".

"Oh, shit", he whines, "I can't have you, I can't have Nani. Who am I allowed to have? Your mom?"

He observes you like he actually considers it.

"I actually might get a shot with her".

You chuckle at the cold delivery, so obscenely empty that there's an echo inside your ribs.

You turn slightly, and grab the knife from the stand. It's a good, broad knife with a sturdy black handle. Nothing white anymore, it's all coming together.

"Take off your jacket".

Yoongi obeys, disinterested. He puts the jacket on the high stool and gets back in front of you, eyes slightly curious about the thing in your hand.

"It's bad timing. I am proposing tonight".

He acquired a new expression. It's a condescending smile. His triangular, softly oval face is clean, pale, with the eyes oozing black like never before. He has the capacity to be very safe for the right people.

"You shouldn't have gone for my sister".

"I won't deny it's all about you", he notes softly. The words low, dipped in careful reproach, "but don't get cocky about it. You've hurt me twice".

You raise your hand, and he doesn't react, at all. His eyes, you realize, are so focused on you, like he is drinking the image of you.

What if he hasn't watched you these three years? And hadn't seen you? And whatever's happening now - this stillness, is the waves drawing away from the shore?

Your limbs go numb. Yoongi's mouth is raw pink. The times when he had breakfast on your kitchen, masturbated to you walking around the apartment unaware, and went through your phone, feel so simple now. Almost nostalgic.

"Yoongi", you call, to test the waters. You look where you should - at his hand, suddenly forming into a fist, thumb shaking.

"Why did you choose me?"

His eyes stare through you.

"Did you know I can recognize your smell?"

"I can recognize yours, too", you shake your head dismissively. The knife still limp between you.

"No. At distance. Like a trail. I think we're soulmates".

You have no jabs to throw. You lift the knife and stick it to his chest. Yoongi grabs your wrist.

"At least go for the heart, my love. And good luck; if you think I won't hunt you down in the next life..."

He swirls it sideways so that the tip goes in between the ribs.

Betrayal is what you can't forgive. Not dying the hair is alright. His natural colour makes him more mature. Makes him blend in. Perhaps he has got tired of being the snowball head.

Gaining weight made him look like an apex predator. Strong structure of his jaw gradually lifts into the cheekbones that give up his old blood. The animal bows its head at you and drops the hand, asking for nothing. You have no idea what's going on in his head. You know nothing goes on in yours. Nothing to report.

You press the knife in, and Yoongi helps, keeping himself in place with the hand clutching the counter edge. Bright kitchen light is atrociously yellow. It takes some force to drive it through him, but once you get it going, it gets easier. There's a nasty crack, and he gasps quietly. His chin drops like he wants to watch. Yoongi stumbles forward, and the last thing he does is kiss you. You haven't kissed him for three years. His mouth is warm, like the forest nest where you can hide. Sweat immediately appears above his upper lip, and you lick it clean.

Yoongi falls on the floor.

Then the knife hand clunks against the tiles.

Then, people come in. They scream. Nani screams the loudest. Mother goes pale. Blood. Jail. Death.

No, rewind back.

You let yourself soak in the scene, calculating, your head goes light.

It's not even the jail that stops you, but another, second best thing: the world without Yoongi. The whole rest of your life without him on your scent.

His hand still grabbing your wrist. He calls you pretty. To give him a kiss, you have to cut the distance with the knife.

You press is harder, just to let the anger out, and Yoongi lowers his eyes, unimpressed. Probably far from the pain level to even notice for him.

You press until the tip penetrates his skin and tears the black shirt just a little, then your upper lip twitches in anger.

You throw the knife on the counter.

He kisses you, pressing you against the hard edge, the bulge in his trousers nudging you in the thigh. Some things never change with Yoongi. His hand cradles the back of your head, and you feel loved, the way only a stupid, capricious bitch can be loved, that earned the love of a demon.

You grab his chin hard, digging into the jaws, and feel his teeth with the fingertips. He looks a little funny like this, like a kissable twink again.

"You will never see her again. You never hurt her again".

"Oh, Nani is screwed for life", he promises, with a sigh. "You made me do it".

"And you stop gaslighting me about every little thing", you utter through your teeth.

He bites his lip like he bites his tongue. His eyes come alive. The animal is sniffing you.

"Get your things", he suggests, "we should leave now".

You nod. Half way out of the kitchen, you turn. Yoongi is tapping his chest, lower lip pulled up, and with the other hand, feeling for his jacket.

"You care about the baby at all?"

He shakes his head.

"We could take it from her, but it's undercooked..."

You suck the air through your teeth and shake the door handle before opening the door.

You walk through the living room, shooting one empty glance at your sister.

She looks at you, her hands crossed on her lap. You wonder to yourself if she was manipulated into it; seems way too pliable, even for her.

Whatever. This is utterly your world.

You leave the house and take extra pleasure out of bumping your shoulder into uncle Namgil.

Yoongi emerges five minutes later into the street full of icicle teeth. You have no idea what car he has now, so you just linger outside, away from your mother's house, where, if they throw something out the window, it won't make you.

He waves his hand in an order, and you don't move. Yoongi frowns, but there's a smirk in it. Punches his cheek with his tongue, walks over, gets your elbow. And then crooks his neck and kisses you again, the steam leaving your mouths. The street is muted and white, covered in funeral snow crust; like pieces of his old hair, spread out. Yoongi is a black stain, impossible to lose again. He leads you to a big chocolate-brown Hyundai and gets the door for you.

"What did you tell them?"

"Not to search for us".

You throw a look at the house. Someone is watching from the window.

He drives calmly, one hand resting on his lap. Once he makes sure where you need to go, the hand crawls over to yours, and takes your palm, lovingly. Nobody ever quite mustered the tenderness with which Yoongi always touches you. Like only he knows the code to your door. Like he kills the competition and fucks the copies of you. The fingers interlock, and you think to yourself, if you keep him close, nobody else will get hurt.

You wonder if the lotus-shaped spa is ready.

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You rub your eye carefully and adjust the lamp light from your phone. Laptop is on your knees on top of the blanket. Yoongi is in the same bed with you, an elbow away, drawing something on his iPad. He really likes drawing things. It's always some structures; he doesn't draw people. Except for you. He draws you, and buildings. Staircases, lintels, slabs. Like an engineer. And balustrades, pediments and columns, like an architect. Eyes, wrists, ears, hips. Like Yoongi. You rub your eye again, and he says,

"You work too much".

Your hand stops clicking the keyboard. You look at the time. Almost made it a whole half an hour without his comments. Almost done.

You glare at him, tilting head, brows up.

He smirks.

"What? You don't need all that. Ever since we moved in together, you started working more".

It's because you finally got your peace of mind and therefore, productivity increased.

"It's like you're trying to prove something".

He looks away from his intricate, angular black and white molding and peeks at you from under the black hair.

"Because everything I do is about you", you sneer gently. He goes back to his work.

"Well, everything I do is about you. But I'm a fool for hoping my ministrations would be reciprocated".

"If the both of us acted like this", you sigh, "we wouldn't leave the house and nothing would get done".

"By you. I am proactive".

You decide it's best to leave him hanging. He is irritating when he is on his superiority wave. Yoongi loses interest in his drawing when he spots the time. You realize the work is done when he puts the iPad and the pen away, and his hand reaches for your laptop.

"No, no! Not finished".

The tip of his tongue helps him concentrate on catching you. You turn on your side. His fingers clutch the lid of the computer.

"I am your husband. Be with me".

"You're not my husband".

The silent, lazy struggle doesn't leave your square in the bed.

"I will be. Give it to me".

Yoongi is pressing his weight against your free hand, trapping it under, and yanks the laptop away.

"I mean it", you press, slightly angry. You need to win this at least once. You need to know that he sees a human in you, still.

"I don't care".

You sit up, let go of the laptop and go limp. Yoongi hates that the most. Fighting is exciting. But total surrender with no expression on your face is something he is powerless against.

He whines tiredly.

"Come on".

He walks around the bed and puts your laptop on the desk, then gets inside, under the blanket, on your side, sitting on top of your knees. Then stretches his body like a cat, straddling you. Tries to look inside your eyes.

"Y/N".

"You don't care. Fine. Go to sleep".

"Tsk".

You stare through him knowing that it will drive him up the wall in no time.

"I don't mean it like that".

"Uh-huh".

That's the worst part. He totally means it like that. He always means he doesn't care what you think as long as he knows better.

He doesn't think you need to work at all. What has he been breaking his back for then? You should just be a good girl. Enjoy the fruit of his labour. Stay pretty. Stare into his eyes.

Yoongi slides his thighs, taking you with him. His hips are incredibly strong for someone who's never been fucked by a man. You are forced on your back, and he grabs your face, plumping your lips.

"I say things to make you mad, you know that".

Two things can be true at the same time. You press into his cut. One little wound: empty eyes; and he is going desperate.

"If I really didn't care, my dick would be in that mouth four times every day", he narrates, and it's twistedly funny.

"If I didn't care about what you say, I wouldn't memorize every single thing you say, every day".

You wait another minute and blink as surrender. Good enough. His fingers relax a little. His back muscles do, too. Yoongi presses a kiss on your cheek, light like a touch of a moonray. He hovers, moves his lips to the corner of your mouth as an apology but doesn't go further. Begs for permission.

"We're going to Namjoon's party?"

He opens his eyes and lifts himself a little. Your hand swipes through his hair. It's been a new hobby; longer locks are like a coping mechanism for you.

"Do you want to?"

You shrug. Saying you miss Namjoon's smiling face with dimples would be stirring new shit when Yoongi has just demonstrated such outstanding capability for being pliant.

"I want to see everybody. You ever cared about them?"

"Parties?" he curves his lips into a lopsided shape.

"Namjoon and Hobi".

"Oh. I like them. They are the only two people from uni I didn't hate".

You gasp.

"And me?"

Life is unfair. Two disgusting people like you get to enjoy the bliss of being together in a huge, warm bed, while other, less corrupted souls go through their lives struggling.

Well, those souls maybe should've worked better and become architects.

"You... are barely a person", he concludes seriously.

"Weird, I always thought the same thing about you".

"Wow", Yoongi rolls his eyes. "We are so-o quirky".

He drops down, and your hands wrap around his head. He is corporeal, at least when in your grasp.

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50 ONE LEVEL CAREERS: Storytelling careers megapack by isy's the snake

Here is yet another career mod pack, but this one has no promotions, you just work and your job level stays at 1. As the title say this mod is best for story telling!

creator's notes-

This mod requires XML Injector by Scumbumbo. You can find it here. Pay attention if you don't already have it for another mod! In that case, you do not need to re-install it. Be sure it is updated for the last patch.

XML Injector is a mod required for some mods to work. So, you install it as any other mod in your Mods folder, no more than one subfolder deep.

This mod has been updated for the version 1.99.305 of the game (second update after Horse Ranch).

It doesn't required any DLC to work. Base game compatible

I've adopted this mod from the amazing ItsKatato who, due to her hiring at EA, couldn't continue to mod. I have made some changes: • I have changes all the pics of the careers — now they all show Sims (please check the credits paragraph at the end to see who was the amazing raccoon who helped me); • I have updated the mod for the Horse Ranch patch; • I have cleared ALL the tuning errors; • Fixed the description of some careers who appeared to be missing.

Now, here we go with the explanation of the mod (originally written by ItsKatato, edited by me):

Katato said: "Have you ever had a story planned out for your sims but you can't find the perfect career for them? Most of the time when I find the career it ends up being a complicated career with a bunch of promotion tasks and extra stuff. Well, I've made a pack of a bunch of single-level careers. All your sim has to do is go to work, that's it. This is perfect for the non-important sims in your life, like the forgotten children of your legacy challenge." In short: those are 50 careers you can use for NPCs Sims or random Sims you do not want to care about. As Amethyst said: "Go to work, make money, leave me alone". Your Sims won't need any task to perform to upgrade and get a promotion, as well as they do not really need an ideal mood to go to work since it won't change their performance. They just go and do their job. And now the list of all careers:

1. Anesthetiologist 2. Cartographer 3. Chiropractor 4. Compliance Officer 5. Data Scientist 6. Dental Hygienist 7. Dentist 8. Diagnostic Medical Sonographer 9. Financial Advisor 10. Financial Manager 11. Genereal Surgeon 12. Genetic Counselor 13. Home Health Aide 14. Information Security Analyst 15. IT Manager 16. Interpreter And Translator 17. Lawyer 18. Marriage And Family Therapist 19. Massage Therapist 20. Mathematician 21. Mechanical Engineer 22. Medical And Health Services Manager 23. Nurse Anesthetist 24. Nurse Practitioner 25. Obstetrician And Gynecologist 26. Occupational Therapist 27. Operations Reasearch Analyst 28. Optometrist 29. Oral And Maxillofacial Surgeon 30. Orthodontist 31. Orthotist And Prosthetist 32. Paralegal 33. Pediatrician 34. Personal Care Aide 35. Phlebotomist 36. Physical Therapist 37. Physical Therapist Assistant 38. Physician 39. Physician Assistant 40. Pilot 41. Podiatrist 42. Prosthodontist 43. Psychiatrist 44. Registered Nurse 45. Respiratory Therapist 46. Software Developer 47. Speech-Language Pathologist 48. Statician 49. Substance Abuse And Behavioral Disorder Counselor 50. Veterinarian 51. Web Developer 52. Wind Turbine Technician 

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MAKING FRIENDS 🌿

A post about Self Health and discovering Friendships in a Social Setting.

I often see and hear many forms of inquiry and advice surrounding this subject, and you can't go a posts throw away without finding someone who in some way may hold difficulty, discomfort or uncertainty in this avenue of development, so I thought I'd come to offer the best I've read:

Circulate

Find spaces that bring you peace, particularly public ones. Library, Book Store, Aquarium, Museums, Parks, Community areas,. Frequent them, give the space a chance one day a week, make it the same one and consistently show up.

Others will come and go and after a while, as much as you take notice to the regulars of that day, many will take notice of you and your new placement. Your presence in a space they've previously held unknown to you and most of the time, you don't even need to be the first one to speak., they'll approach and even if you don't know what to say, you're already relating by doing the same things on the same days as a shared activity of interest. Lead with that topic and go from there., gradually books lead to ownership of copies, adventures, places you read, if you like coffee or tea or whatever else..

I'd like to say I have advice for the ones at-home, I suppose much along the same lines, you frequent familiar or friendly web pages. Tumblr, this..that. wherever you feel you can comfortably hold a presence. Show up, be consistent.. give some of yourself to the world to be seen. We often times forget online instances are without tone in many cases apart from what's taken into assumption of whats written in those tones, which can be a bit messy.

I utilize feeding my blog with related imagery, interests, passions, and definitely the occasional thought, feeling, or posts like these because it helps me think, breathe, and help others do the same. When people recognize a bit about you from your established interests, passions, and demographics, they tend to find grounds they can relate to, if not hold specific interest in how you wear it. Write it. Feel it.

Circulate.

Be a presence. Make yourself known. Be honest and genuine with YOURSELF,. I know that's scary. As a girl who is all of what I am, I GET that,. But you have needs, and those should be met if not with some of the passionate effort you can dedicate to courage you find over time above the fear it won't work, then the kind input of those who hear you, recognize you in your energies, efforts and determination.

Don't give up on yourself. You deserve this. Friends. Consistency. Connection. A fair and healthy bond of balance and peace for your mind and spirit in confirmation from them and of you, you are both equally accepted, welcome in that space. Ready and open minded to learn.

About yourself and about others.

Circulate. ♻️

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Need a boost?

Hard day?

Hard LIFE?

Shit Sucks?

I have things about helping that in this tag Here : 📖 [it can be found in posts of mine like this or in my Pinned!]

Please feel free to turn some pages any time you feel the need to hear good. Truth. Healthy placement. Development. Growth for you. This is only one in a series of self health posts I've written based on my own personal experience and transcriptions to provide with as minimal bias as my perspective allows in reaching others clearly and mutually.

It's for anyone who needs it. Any time.

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Lady Verena (veh-REH-na) Sarpe (/sɑːrp/)

Introducing Lady Verena, the captivating scion of one of the eight kingdoms' powerful families. Renowned for her beauty and political acumen, she weaves a complex tapestry of seduction and strategy to navigate the intricate web of courtly affairs. What twists await her?

As for a face claim there are a few: Katie McGrath as Morgana Le Fay, possibly Eva Green, even Alicia Agneson and of course she reminds me of Morrigan, all of them are a mix of what I picture her.

Now for her voice I think; Kathleen Turner the voice of Jessica Rabbit, I love her no matter what her health condition has done to her voice.

Main Family Dynamics:

Duke Veneger - The Spymaster:

Her father, is the spymaster serving the king. His absence from home due to his court duties creates a void in her life, contributing to her independence and self-reliance.

Duchess Jyne - The Ailing Mother:

Her mother, was once a significant influence in her life. However, her illness has made her unable to interact, creating a longing for the nurturing connection they once shared.

Veredus - The Heir with Reservations:

Her elder brother and the heir to the family, harbours reservations about his sister's unconventional ways. He views her with scepticism, wishing for a more traditional sister who would conform to societal expectations.

Vardan - The Second Son:

Her other elder brother, He has a knack for exploration and is often away on journeys to distant lands. Despite the physical distance, Verena and Vardan share a bond forged through occasional letters and updates, maintaining a connection despite the miles between them. He is more of a silent observer in the family dynamics. He neither openly opposes nor supports Verena's choices, maintaining a neutral stance.

Here are some random details about her:

Memorable Quote: "In this world, one's reputation is a weapon as sharp as any dagger."

Is an excellent horsewoman and loves nothing more than taking a spirited stallion out for a ride in the countryside.

Has a secret love for sweets and often indulges in them when no one is watching.

She is obsessed with collecting rare and exotic perfumes from all over the world.

Wears tight, low-cut dresses exclusively designed by a renowned tailor who understands her unique style.

Developed immunity to poisons, both a strength and a vulnerability. While it grants her a certain invincibility, it has also become a dangerous addiction.

love for the theatre isn't just limited to being an audience member. She actively participates in local productions, taking on various roles that allow her to explore different facets of herself.

Her white ferret companion is named Kavi. Originally intended as a meal for a serpent she had, changed her mind and kept the ferret as a pet. Becoming a constant, sneaking companion, often resting on her shoulder or within the folds of her elaborate dresses during social gatherings.

The illness that befell her mother left her unable to interact, creating a void that she struggled to fill, until Countess Roderick took her under her wing, she viewed her as a mother figure.

Countess Roderick became a surrogate parent, filling the void left by Verena's ailing mother and absent father. Visiting every day or extending invitations to her estate, the Countess became both mentor and confidante. However, her teachings went beyond the conventional, delving into the realm of feminine power and manipulation. Countess Roderick believed in arming her with the tools she'd need to navigate the treacherous world she was born into.

Fuelled by a mix of rage and political calculation, her father orchestrated the demise of Countess Roderick and her husband. This act, intended to protect the family's honour, irreparably fractured her trust in familial bonds and propelled her into a world where power and cunning were her only constants.

Her Network of Informants: "The Eyes of the Snake" maintains an extensive network of informants across the Eight Kingdoms. Information flows seamlessly through their channels, allowing her to stay well-informed about potential threats or opportunities.

[wandamfonseca]

University Webflow Website Template: A Modern Solution for Educational Institutions

In the digital age, a university's website is often the first point of contact for prospective students, parents, and staff. It serves as a vital communication channel, offering crucial information about programs, events, and the institution’s values. Having a well-designed, functional, and user-friendly website is no longer optional—it's a necessity. This is where Versity TNC, a Webflow website template, comes into play. Designed specifically for universities, colleges, and other educational institutions, the Versity TNC template combines modern design with advanced functionality, offering a seamless website experience.

Versity TNC - Webflow Templates Official Website by TNCFlow

What is Webflow and Why Use It?

Webflow is a powerful web design tool that allows users to build responsive websites without needing to write a single line of code. For those looking to create a professional-looking website with minimal effort, Webflow provides a unique solution. With its intuitive drag-and-drop interface, Webflow allows users to craft custom websites that can be easily updated and maintained. The platform also offers hosting services, making it a one-stop-shop for web design and management.

The Versity TNC template is built on Webflow, harnessing the platform's strengths to create a website that is both visually appealing and functional. This template streamlines the website-building process for educational institutions, providing them with a polished foundation on which to build their online presence.

Key Features of the Versity TNC Template

Modern Design

The Versity TNC template boasts a contemporary, clean, and professional design that aligns with the expectations of today’s educational institutions. With a combination of bold typography, vibrant colors, and clear navigation, the template ensures that the website stands out without overwhelming the user. The layout is also highly responsive, ensuring a seamless experience across all devices, from desktops to smartphones.

Pre-designed Pages for Educational Institutions

Versity TNC includes a wide range of pre-designed pages tailored specifically for universities and colleges. Some of these include:

Home Page: The homepage serves as an introduction to the institution, providing essential information and quick links to key sections like academic programs, admissions, and campus life.

Course Listings: This page allows institutions to showcase their programs, departments, and courses in an organized manner. Each program can be accompanied by relevant details like course descriptions, duration, fees, and application procedures.

About Us Page: Share the institution’s history, mission, and vision, giving prospective students and parents a sense of the university's values and ethos.

Faculty and Staff Directory: A dedicated page where faculty and staff members can be introduced with photos, job titles, and brief biographies.

Customizable Layouts and Sections

One of the biggest advantages of using Webflow is the ability to easily customize elements of the website. With Versity TNC, educational institutions can modify colors, fonts, and page layouts to match their branding and institutional identity. Whether you're a large university or a small college, Versity TNC allows you to create a unique online presence that reflects your values.

Interactive Features for Enhanced Engagement

To keep visitors engaged, the Versity TNC template includes interactive elements such as image galleries, event calendars, and contact forms. The integration of features like these makes the website more dynamic, ensuring that users remain engaged and can easily access the information they need. Additionally, the template supports integration with social media platforms, allowing institutions to showcase their social media feeds directly on the site.

SEO Optimized

Search Engine Optimization (SEO) is crucial for ensuring that your website ranks well on search engines like Google. Versity TNC is designed with SEO in mind, offering optimized structures and metadata that make it easier for search engines to crawl and index the content. This helps educational institutions increase their visibility online, making it easier for prospective students to find relevant information about their programs and offerings.

User-Friendly Admin Panel

Once your website is live, managing content and making updates is simple. Webflow’s intuitive admin panel makes it easy for staff to update the site, whether it’s adding new courses, uploading news articles, or adjusting the calendar. You don’t need to be a web developer to manage the site—making updates is straightforward, ensuring that the website stays current with minimal effort.

Why Choose Versity TNC for Your University Website?

Time-Saving

Developing a website from scratch can be time-consuming, especially when considering the many features an educational institution's website requires. With Versity TNC, the hard work has already been done for you. The template offers a ready-made structure with the essential pages and features needed for a university website. This saves you the time and effort of creating everything from the ground up.

Cost-Effective

Hiring a web designer or a development team can be expensive, particularly for smaller institutions with limited budgets. Versity TNC provides an affordable alternative. By using this Webflow template, universities can save money without compromising on the quality of their website.

Scalability

Whether you're a small college or a large university, Versity TNC is scalable to suit institutions of all sizes. As your institution grows and evolves, so can your website. With the flexibility Webflow offers, you can add new features, update pages, and redesign elements as needed without starting from scratch.

Conclusion

The Versity TNC Webflow website template is an ideal solution for educational institutions seeking to establish a strong online presence. Its modern design, intuitive features, and easy customization options make it a powerful tool for universities, colleges, and schools. By using Versity TNC, institutions can create a professional and engaging website that effectively communicates their values, programs, and campus life to prospective students and other visitors. With Webflow’s user-friendly platform, the process of building, managing, and updating the website is made simple, allowing institutions to focus on what they do best—educating the next generation of leaders.

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Trabajo Auxiliar Servicio y Limpieza

Trabajo Auxiliar Servicio y Limpieza Empleo Auxiliar Servicio y Limpieza – Auxiliar de servicio y limpieza CATERGEST SA El Ejido, Almería (España) Publicada el 22 de oct Salario no disponible Experiencia mínima: al menos 2 años Tipo de contrato: a tiempo parcial, jornada parcial – tarde 1. “Creo que el trabajo de Auxiliar de Servicio y Limpieza es fundamental en cualquier organización. Son el…

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Stucky Fics

Weirdly enough it took not watching Marvel anymore to get into these boys.

One or both is in the Avengers

The Best Way to Wake - LeeHan Bucky was in the ice and was found a year after Steve. Steve is determined to make Bucky’s experience better than his was.

Head Over Heels- Chiyume Bucky (re)learns things about himself when taking dance class with Natasha 

My Albatross Always With Me -LolitaBlue Bucky Barnes joins the Avengers team as a weapons developer. Steve has an attitude about it. 

Rhapsody in Pink- 1918 After chemical castration from Hydra, Bucky’s libido is causing some hallucinations.

Like A Good Little Soldier Girl_Back_There, xPixelx Bucky gets brought on as a sniper to the avengers team. Steve has a lot of feelings about it.  

Pour the Guinness buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle), lyn7 Modern Bucky meets Steve at a bar and does not realize who he is. 

Sorry, Not Sorry Art_By_DrowningByDegrees, SoftObsidian74 Vet Bucky really resents Cap. And thinks he’s hot.

Through a dark night, without a sunrise, love will tell us where to go LunaCanisLupus_22 Bucky can’t remember being the winter soldier but that doesn’t stop him from being wayyyy interested in Steve. 

Retired Avenger(s)

Song of the Rolling Earth - the1918 Steve is living a quiet life on the farm when he saves a young man who got hit by a car. 

if you're looking for jesus (then get on your knees) - voxofthevoid  former captain gone rogue meets agent Bucky 

ABO fics

Love Me Tender Like What Keeps You Well thiccbuckybarnes Retired Widow captain Steve Rogers and young omega Bucky. Jane Austen vibes.

Wanna Feel the Heat With Somebody- 2bestfriends  Omega Bucky finally takes a risk and gets a new job. Too bad his boss is way hot. 

On the cover of Alpha's Health -Jerana photosheet, omega captain america Steve

Heart of Fools- Claudia_flies alpha captain america, hired omega Bucky

Mistletoe Season- lordeofstucky  Christmas fic, Captain/alpha steve

The Omega Protection Act - Imagineitdear omega rights, omega Bucky, past non-con

The Way I Feel For You -Becassine  avengers fake dating with omega Bucky.

Lullaby for Futures Lost - Oh_i_swear ex-special forces nanny Bucky taking care of omega Steve’s baby while he does his avengers stuff.

(Not A) One Night Romance Girl_Back_There, Oh_i_swear Dad Steve and younger omega Bucky. His kids don’t exactly approve

A Year and a Day Julie_dAubigny (burningbrightly) mistreated omega Bucky with a mysterious past rescued by Steve. Medieval ABO. 

Dad/Single parent fic 

you will always be my favorite form of loving thiccbuckybarnes dad steve, college student bucky

On The Back Of A Raindrop - musette22  dad steve, gardener bucky

I wanna be yours-prettylittlehead22 dad bucky, art teacher steve

Songbird-chicklette washed up star Bucky, art student Steve

(Not A) One Night Romance Girl_Back_There, Oh_i_swear Dad Steve and younger man Bucky. His kids don’t exactly approve

Prince Charming - Brenda Tattoo artist Bucky is a bit of a matchmaker and loves the ladies. Then he meets Steve.

Home Is Wherever I'm With You by cydonic Bucky moves next door to flip a house. Cue adorable dad Steve next door.  

Veteran/military

All About Sarge - Izulkowa, myfailsafe ptsd processing featuring adorable dog.

A Higher Epsilon- deadto27 veteran/dogwalker Bucky, meet-cute  

Can't Keep My Hands to Myself - AHM1121, MissyRivers Bucky is a tattoo artist/yoga instructor. Steve needs a way to wind down.

Prince Charming - Brenda Tattoo artist Bucky is a bit of a matchmaker and loves the ladies. Then he meets Steve. 

Sorry, Not Sorry Art_By_DrowningByDegrees, SoftObsidian74 Vet Bucky really resents Cap. And thinks he’s hot.

Human Au- College

Learn Me Hard Oh, Learn Me Right -AHM1121  math tutor Bucky

On Thin Ice-fandomfluffandfuck. Friends with benefits college hockey au. (feat. daddy Bucky)

Alkynes of Trouble by yammz Nerd Bucky, Jock Steve, lab partners.

Human Au- Sex work

E is for Escort VenusDoom3 escort Bucky hired by Tony for Steve. 

Whiskey & webcams by fallenangel69 Bucky does camwork and roommate Steve gets very curious. (gay Bucky, Steve discovering his sexuality)

General human au

The Big Board buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) Bucky Barnes, senior news anchor at SHIELD and stat guy Steve.

I was alone, I took a ride (I didn't know what I would find there) unremarkable Shelter 2007 au artist Steve

A Very Specific Type- yammz Bucky has a type and silver fox Steve fits it.

Then a small thing happened by beaarthurpendragon- Bucky’s combat photographer career ends with an accident. He goes to a lake house next door to Steve’s mom. (Grief,astronaut Steve, Christmas)

chemistry-deadto27 Bucky has a disappointing one night stand with Steve but keeps running into him. Yoga instructor Bucky, Photographer Steve, Bucky making rom-com level bad decisions.

Put It on Repeat, It Stays the Same by giselleslash The boys get snowed in and realize that fwb is not working for them. 

Give me a pen, I'll write you a story orphan_account Bucky gets to meet his author idol. A huge misunderstanding starts them off on the wrong foot. Bdsm with sub Bucky. 

The House on Winter Lane ClandestineMira (LoquaciousJargon), Duchess_On_Fire Former MIT student Bucky after a car accident lead to losing his parents and his arm. Works for construction company and starts hooking up with silver fox Steve, who is building the house that was Peggy’s dream. FWB/angst/grief.

[ezonebusinesssetupdubai]

Top Online Business Ideas to Consider in 2025

Dubai's dynamic business environment offers numerous online opportunities for aspiring entrepreneurs. Here are some of the top online business ideas to consider in 2025:

E-commerce Store: Launch an online platform to sell products directly to consumers. With the UAE's e-commerce market projected to reach $9.2 billion by 2026, there's significant potential here. Focus on a specific niche, obtain the necessary e-commerce license, and develop a user-friendly website. Partnering with reliable delivery services and implementing effective marketing strategies will be crucial.

Dropshipping Business: Manage an online store without holding inventory. When a customer makes a purchase, the order is forwarded to a supplier who ships the product directly to the customer. This model reduces upfront costs and is gaining popularity globally.

Digital Marketing Agency: Offer services like social media management, SEO, and content creation to help businesses enhance their online presence. As companies increasingly recognize the importance of digital marketing, there's a growing demand for such expertise.

Online Education and Tutoring: Provide virtual classes or tutoring sessions in subjects you're knowledgeable about. The rise of online learning platforms has made education more accessible, and there's a consistent demand for quality instructors.

Content Creation and Blogging: Create engaging content through blogs, videos, or podcasts. Monetize your content via advertising, sponsorships, or affiliate marketing. Building a loyal audience can lead to significant revenue opportunities.

Affiliate Marketing: Promote products or services from other companies and earn a commission for each sale made through your referral. This model is cost-effective and can be lucrative with the right strategy.

App Development: Develop mobile or web applications to meet specific user needs. With the increasing reliance on digital solutions, innovative apps can gain rapid popularity.

Virtual Assistant Services: Offer administrative support to businesses or individuals remotely. Tasks can range from managing emails to scheduling appointments, providing flexibility for both parties.

Online Consulting: Leverage your expertise in a particular field to offer consulting services online. Whether it's business strategy, health, or finance, many are willing to pay for professional advice.

Graphic Design Services: Provide design solutions for logos, marketing materials, or websites. As businesses aim to stand out visually, skilled graphic designers are in high demand.

Social Media Influencer: Build a strong presence on platforms like Instagram or YouTube. With a substantial following, you can collaborate with brands for promotions and sponsorships.

Online Fitness Coaching: Offer virtual fitness classes or personalized training plans. The health and wellness industry continues to thrive, and many prefer the convenience of online sessions.

Stock Photography: Capture high-quality images and sell them on stock photography websites. Businesses and creators constantly seek quality visuals for their projects.

Handmade Crafts Online Store: Sell handmade items like jewelry, art, or home decor through an online platform. There's a market for unique, handcrafted products that can't be found in mass production.

Subscription Box Service: Curate and deliver boxes of niche products to subscribers regularly. This model has gained traction in various industries, from beauty products to gourmet foods.

Language Translation Services: Provide translation services for documents, websites, or media content. In a globalized world, effective communication across languages is essential.

Online Travel Agency: Assist clients in planning and booking their travel experiences. With the resurgence of travel, personalized planning services are valuable.

Virtual Event Planning: Organize and manage online events, from webinars to virtual conferences. As virtual events become more common, skilled planners are needed to ensure their success.

Print on Demand: Design custom apparel or merchandise and partner with suppliers who print and ship items as orders come in. This reduces the need for inventory and allows for creative flexibility.

Online Real Estate Brokerage: Facilitate property transactions through a digital platform. With the real estate market's evolution, online brokerages offer convenience to buyers and sellers.

Embarking on an online business in Dubai offers numerous advantages, including a strategic location, supportive government policies, and a tech-savvy population.

By selecting the right niche and implementing effective strategies, you can build a successful venture in this thriving market.

[jobyoda-philippines]

Exploring Career and Job Opportunities in Davao City Philippines

Davao City, recognized as one of the Philippines' most progressive cities, continues to experience remarkable economic growth, creating a vibrant job market that attracts professionals from across the country. The city's diverse economy offers numerous employment opportunities, from entry-level positions to executive roles, making it an attractive destination for job seekers at all career stages.

The Business Process Outsourcing (BPO) sector stands as one of the largest employers in Davao City, providing thousands of jobs across various specializations. Companies in this sector actively recruit customer service representatives, technical support specialists, and quality assurance analysts, offering competitive salaries and comprehensive benefits packages. The industry's continued expansion has created numerous opportunities for career advancement, with many organizations promoting from within and providing extensive training programs.

Part-time employment opportunities have also flourished in Davao City, catering to students, professionals seeking additional income, and individuals preferring flexible work arrangements. The retail sector, food service industry, and education field offer numerous part-time positions with varying schedules and responsibilities. These roles often provide valuable work experience and can serve as stepping stones to full-time careers.

The Information Technology sector in Davao has seen significant growth, with many companies seeking software developers, web designers, and IT support specialists. This growth has been fueled by the city's improving technological infrastructure and the increasing number of tech-focused businesses establishing operations in the region. Tech professionals can find opportunities in both established companies and startups, with many positions offering competitive compensation and the possibility of remote work arrangements.

Davao's hospitality and tourism industry continues to expand, creating jobs in hotels, restaurants, travel agencies, and tour operations. The sector offers positions ranging from entry-level service roles to management positions, with many employers providing training and development opportunities. The industry's growth has also sparked demand for professionals in events management and tourism marketing.

The education sector presents numerous opportunities for both full-time and part-time employment. Educational institutions regularly seek teachers, tutors, and administrative staff. The rise of online learning has created additional opportunities for English language teachers and academic consultants who can work flexible hours from home or teaching centers.

Job hiring  in Davao, the digital economy has opened new avenues for employment. E-commerce specialists, digital content creators, and social media managers are in high demand as businesses increasingly establish their online presence. These positions often offer the flexibility of remote work while providing competitive compensation packages.

Professional development resources are readily available in Davao City, with numerous institutions offering skills training programs and industry certifications. Job seekers can access career counseling services, resume writing assistance, and interview coaching through various employment support organizations. These resources prove invaluable in helping candidates prepare for and secure desired positions.

The financial services sector in Davao has also experienced substantial growth, creating opportunities for banking professionals, insurance specialists, and investment consultants. These positions typically offer attractive compensation packages, including performance bonuses and health benefits, making them highly sought after by experienced professionals.

Davao's agricultural sector continues to evolve, combining traditional farming with modern agribusiness practices. This has created opportunities for agricultural technologists, food processing specialists, and supply chain professionals. The sector offers both technical and management positions, with many companies providing specialized training and development programs.

For those entering Davao's job market, proper preparation is essential. Successful job seekers typically maintain updated resumes, prepare comprehensive portfolios, and stay informed about industry developments. Professional networking, both online and offline, plays a crucial role in discovering opportunities and advancing careers in the city.

The future of Davao's job market looks promising, with emerging industries creating new employment opportunities. The city's commitment to economic development, coupled with its strategic location and robust infrastructure, continues to attract businesses and investors, ensuring a steady stream of job opportunities for qualified candidates.

Whether seeking full-time employment or part-time job in Davao City offers a diverse range of opportunities across multiple industries. Success in this dynamic job market often comes to those who combine proper preparation with continuous skill development and effective networking. As the city continues to grow and evolve, its job market remains a beacon of opportunity for professionals seeking to build meaningful careers in Mindanao's premier business hub.

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Major Arcana - 12. The hanged man

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Astrological sign or planet – Neptune

Element – water

MAYBE card

safely – he knows he cannot fall

sacrifice

prepare to make the sacrifices he can move on

“hang in there” and stay calm while things are not going as planed

🔮 Qualities of the card - suspension, higher values, sacrifice 🔮 Associated object and location - a gent’s tie, a spider in a web, dew hanging on a tree

✥Upright meaning

hanging around

you may have made sacrifices and you will see rewards

you may expect delays to travel plans and other projects

your project needs time to evolve(use this time to develop a perspective on your work and your ambitions)

try to see things from a new angle

home – waiting and delay may affect remodeling or house moves; try to invest your time wisely while you wait

relationship – you are unable to get the commitment you need from your partner; you may be unwilling to commit; now is the time for you to consider taking a step back to calculate all of your options

career and money – hold back on signing contracts or dealing with legal matters just now; trust your instincts

health - a need for a second opinion in medical decisions

✥Reversed meaning

rigid thinking

you might need to revise your expectations

you are stuck doing the same old things

a sacrifice you have to make

you are having difficulty making decisions

✥Reflections

+ 2 of Wands = reversed - delays to plans

+ 3 of Wands = reversed - delays to travel

+ 8 of Wands = delay with moving and communication

The above dividers don't belong to me, credits to their respective owners.

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I asked chatgpt to write me an essay about trees bc it feels like smth ody would so

Have fun.

The Importance of Trees: A Deep Dive Into Nature's Giants

Trees have been a vital part of the Earth's ecosystem for millions of years, playing an essential role in the health of the planet and the well-being of all living creatures. While it is common to acknowledge trees' physical beauty, their role in providing shade or oxygen, few truly understand the extent to which they shape our world. Trees are not just passive organisms, but active contributors to the health of our environment, the economy, and even human culture. Their intricate and interconnected systems make them far more significant than we often realize. In this essay, we will explore trees in exhaustive detail, delving into their biology, ecological significance, historical context, and cultural importance, all of which culminate in a greater appreciation of the humble tree.

The Biological Marvel of Trees

At the core of a tree’s existence is its biology, a complex series of systems that enable it to grow, reproduce, and interact with its environment. Trees, like all plants, are autotrophs, meaning they produce their own food through the process of photosynthesis. The roots of a tree anchor it to the ground and absorb water and minerals, which are transported up through the trunk by the vascular system. The leaves, which are the primary site of photosynthesis, convert carbon dioxide, water, and sunlight into glucose and oxygen—elements essential for life on Earth.

What is remarkable about trees is their adaptability and ability to live for long periods of time. Some trees, like the giant sequoia in California, can live for over 3,000 years. Others, like the bristlecone pine, have been found to be over 5,000 years old. This longevity allows trees to evolve unique features tailored to their environment. In colder climates, trees have developed mechanisms like needle-shaped leaves, which reduce water loss, while in tropical rainforests, broad-leaved trees have evolved to maximize photosynthesis in the intense sunlight.

Furthermore, the structure of a tree—its roots, trunk, branches, and leaves—represents a symbiotic relationship with its environment. Trees are not isolated entities; they participate in a complex web of interactions with other organisms. The roots of trees are often intertwined with fungi, forming mycorrhizal networks that facilitate nutrient exchange and even communication between trees. This network, known as the “Wood Wide Web,” has shown that trees are capable of sharing resources and warning each other about potential threats.

Trees and the Environment

The most obvious role trees play in the environment is through their contribution to the water cycle and the regulation of atmospheric gases. Trees absorb carbon dioxide—a greenhouse gas that contributes to global warming—and release oxygen during photosynthesis, creating a balance in the atmosphere. This process is especially important given the ongoing rise in carbon emissions, as deforestation continues at an alarming rate. A single mature tree can absorb up to 48 pounds of carbon dioxide annually, making them powerful tools in mitigating climate change.

In addition to their role in combating climate change, trees play an indispensable part in preserving biodiversity. Forests, both tropical and temperate, are home to a vast array of plant and animal species. The thick canopy of trees provides a habitat for countless animals, from insects to mammals, many of which are dependent on the tree itself for food and shelter. The loss of trees—often through deforestation or human development—results in the loss of biodiversity and destabilizes ecosystems. Moreover, trees contribute to soil health by preventing erosion and promoting water infiltration, ensuring that the land remains fertile and productive.

Trees also impact the weather and microclimates. In areas with dense tree cover, the trees’ shade can help regulate temperature, reduce heat islands in urban settings, and maintain humidity levels. This localized cooling effect is particularly important as cities become more crowded and urban heat islands intensify. Forests also play a crucial role in maintaining the hydrological balance of regions, influencing precipitation patterns and preventing floods by absorbing and slowly releasing rainwater.

Cultural and Historical Significance of Trees

Throughout history, trees have held profound symbolic meaning for various cultures and civilizations. In ancient mythologies, trees were often seen as sacred beings, representing life, growth, and the connection between the earthly and spiritual realms. In Norse mythology, the Yggdrasil, or World Tree, connected the nine realms of existence. Similarly, the Tree of Life appears in many cultures, symbolizing the interconnectedness of all living things.

Trees have also been central to religious practices. In the Christian tradition, the Tree of Knowledge in the Garden of Eden represented the boundary between innocence and the acquisition of knowledge, while the cross itself, a symbol of sacrifice, was made from wood. In Hinduism, the banyan tree is revered as sacred, and in Buddhism, the Bodhi tree is where Siddhartha Gautama achieved enlightenment.

In more modern times, trees have continued to influence art, literature, and even political movements. Many great works of art, from landscape paintings to poetry, have drawn inspiration from the majestic beauty and serenity of trees. The famous works of Shakespeare often featured trees as symbols of life’s cycles, while in the United States, the planting of trees has been central to environmental movements, such as the Arbor Day Foundation and initiatives promoting reforestation.

The Economic Value of Trees

Beyond their ecological and cultural significance, trees also have immense economic value. Forests provide timber, paper products, and other materials that are essential to industries worldwide. The global timber trade is worth billions of dollars annually, and while the extraction of timber can lead to deforestation, sustainable practices—such as replanting trees and reducing illegal logging—have helped balance economic interests with environmental preservation.

Moreover, trees contribute to the economy in less direct ways. Urban trees increase property values by enhancing the aesthetic appeal of neighborhoods, reducing energy costs by providing shade, and improving air quality. In addition, the tourism industry benefits greatly from forested landscapes, with national parks and nature reserves attracting millions of visitors every year. Eco-tourism has become a significant global industry, with travelers seeking experiences that connect them to the natural world and its ancient trees.

The Threats Facing Trees

Despite their importance, trees face numerous threats. Deforestation, driven by agricultural expansion, logging, and urbanization, is one of the most significant challenges. The World Bank estimates that 10 million hectares of forests are lost each year, primarily in tropical regions. This destruction of forests not only contributes to climate change but also endangers the many species that rely on trees for survival.

In addition to deforestation, trees are threatened by pests and diseases, such as the emerald ash borer, which has decimated ash tree populations in North America. Climate change itself poses a direct threat to tree health, as rising temperatures and shifting precipitation patterns disrupt growing conditions and increase the frequency of wildfires.

Conclusion

In conclusion, trees are far more than just background elements in the natural world; they are vital, living organisms that support and sustain life in ways that are often taken for granted. From their intricate biology to their role in mitigating climate change, preserving biodiversity, and enriching human culture, trees are indispensable to the health of our planet. As we face global challenges like deforestation, climate change, and habitat loss, it is imperative that we recognize the critical importance of trees and take action to protect them. After all, without trees, life as we know it would cease to exist, and we would be left to contemplate, with deep regret, the lost giants that once graced the earth.

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