#RCM&E

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The Creep – A fascinating robot vehicle by T.R. Bridge, in Radio Control Models & Electronics (1962). "The "Creep" is a three-wheeled vehicle with one drive wheel, one free running and one steering through 360°. This obviates the necessity for limit switches or over-run devices and makes it very manoeuvrable, full lock takes about three seconds. … The chassis is fitted with a pair of claws that can grip and lift objects. The arrangement of the claws can be seen from the drawings, only one servo is used for closing-opening-lifting and lowering: the arrangement of the grip levers is such that they are first drawn together, then when this movement is arrested by the object being handled, the jib rises automatically. Another advantage of the system is that heavy objects are gripped more than light ones. … One of the most interesting things from the public point of view is the facility to record a programme and then send the "Creep" through the programme without manual control. The system is to record the tones on a tape recorder, direct from a signals receiver monitor, and then play the tones from the tape recorder back into the modified Black Prince transmitter." The Creep, RCM&E, April 1962.

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Finished rated E Harry/Kim ficlet that I don't want to post to my ao3. 4.2k words, first time, Harry and Kim meet up a week after Martinaise and their relationship turns from platonic to decidedly not.

It is late evening, a time when children are put to bed and delinquents are looking at themselves in cracked mirrors getting ready for a night of raising Hell and feeling at peace with themselves, when Kim's phone rings. He gets up from his well-loved armchair (the one that has cracks in the faux leather that are irreparable) to pad across to it but doesn't rush himself. It is partially on its second ring when he answers with "This is Lieutenant Kitsuragi."

When the voice on the other end answers with a resounding "Kim!" a small part of his gut regrets that it took him so long to answer. Harry sounded like a lot of things: exhausted, no doubt still recovering from Martinaise, elated to him from Kim again, but mostly he sounded overwhelmingly relieved. Like maybe he hadn't remembered Kim's phone number correctly and wasn't sure if he was going to get the right person. 

Or more like he thought Kim wouldn't answer the phone at all. He could still hang up, having heard Harry's voice and wanting to come clean of him completely. Write off their entire meeting as something to forget, but that's something that Kim would only do in his nightmares. If given the opportunity he would like to keep a hold on the strange man he met in Martinaise.

He had carved out a life for himself that purposefully leaves little room for anything besides the RCM. It allows him to more easily find comfort in routine: work, home, sleep, back to work. He's never been good at people - people who can be unpredictable or needy or any number of things that would disrupt his routine. So he doesn't have people in his life. Any loneliness that lingers is just the price to pay for the most powerful feeling of comfort he can afford himself. Except. . .    

"Hello, Harry." he doesn't use 'detective' because that would be too formal over the phone. But for some reason using 'Harry' also feels like the wrong decision. Well, no, it's not actually about using his name, it's about how Kim was so beside himself at hearing the gravelly voice again that he let himself smile wide. A full-tooth smile that is far too intimate. Too revealing. Just as quickly as it appeared on his face he bites it back down again. 

It has been one week since he has heard from Harry and it feels like a hell of a lot longer than that. But also shorter, which makes no sense at all but still feels very true. Before he was sent on the case, and briefly before Harry called him, he was reading a novel called Time-Sickness, which takes place in a world where the privileged class of people have the ability to time-travel as they please but they quickly figure out that doing it too much causes the traveler to get horribly, horribly sick. Not fatal, if they take breaks, but inconvenient. It wasn't long before they got the idea to pay other people to time-travel for them while they wore specifically made glasses that allowed the rich to view the adventures through the eyes of 'the hired help' as they were called, and since they were hired for a job it is usually taken on by people who can't afford to take breaks between traveling. The descriptions of the time-sickness reminds him a lot of how his past week has felt without Harry. An impossibly long-short stretch where all he can do is try to go on a normal life until time eventually starts working again.

His wandering thoughts are easier to suppress than his smile was and together they huddle in the back corner of his mind.  

Too late. Harry, in the supra-natural way he just knows things, has caught it. "Did I interrupt your reading? I'm sorry - I can call you back." 

He placed the book closed on the table with his phone. "No, that's alright. I wasn't very invested in it. How have you been, Harry?"

A shaky breath makes its way through the receiver. Kim unconsciously pressed the phone even closer, as if he could hear what made Harry so unsteady. "It's been a lot. Bed rest. You know how it is." 

On one hand, as a workaholic, he does know how it is. To be left idle when you know there's a mountain of work to do, that other people are doing and no doubt cursing your existence out for leaving it to them, is its own form of torture. But on the other hand as someone who isn't recovering from both a bullet wound but also severe memory loss, who is possibly trying to stay sober after years of succumbing to various addictions, and who is facing the very real possibility that after bed rest is complete he may not actually have a job to go back to, he doesn't really know how it is.

"I've missed you." The pure sincerity of the statement made Kim's defenses raise as much as it warmed him.

"It's only been a week." He tries to put in a teasing note to the words to hide the fact that his default would sound too fond.

"We did great work together. Really, really good stuff."   

Harry had invited him to transfer to the 41st before they separated and Kim had said something positive, though rather vague. He had filled out the transfer form at the start of the next day but didn't turn it in quite yet. That night he had attempted to call Harry himself. It eventually rang out. He did not leave a message. He did not try again. 

A part of him, something that has lingered ever since he was a teenager with no friends, had anxiously told him to rip up the form. That he has yet again misread a relationship into it being more than it is, that any sense of intensity is actually one-sided, and that he has overstepped a boundary. That the offer was, in all actuality, given out of politeness instead of sincerity and Kim was not supposed to take it literally. 

He couldn't rip it up. It's still sitting on his kitchen table.

But Harry is on the phone with him now. He is real again, not just a figment of his memory fading faster than he wants it to. In the back of his mind there is still a twinge of fear that he had made up the mad, drunken man from Precinct 41. That in his loneliness and grief he had conjured a man so hurt, so lost, so desperate that of course he would think Kim is cool. A man with no memory of anyone else in the world, so there's no excuse but to latch onto Kim in the way that he had. Even in his harshest moments of self-critique, he wouldn't think that he was capable of something so pathetic, but that missed phone call really got to him.  

"I can't believe you're real." Harry almost whispers. Did he catch that thought of Kim's too? Or is it all his own? He can't ask. He will just have to die not knowing. 

They talk for hours that night. And then again two nights later. About a lot of things. There is not a lot that Harry can share about his past but that is okay, he is content with sharing the bits of pieces he is learning on his own. But mostly he wants to know about Kim. Which is terrifying. The idea that there is someone that wants to know him deeply, know every crevice there is, and that he no longer has a real barrier against that. He doesn't tell Harry everything but he tells him far more than he would have told anyone else pre-Martinaise. 

"Please, Kim can I - can I see you?" Harry asked a week into their nightly phone calls. His voice sounds desperate like he is a man dying in the desert who doesn't believe he deserves a single drop of water and yet is still asking for a drink. And Kim is the one holding the pitcher. 

His fingers twitch to reach for his car keys. It is almost one in the morning. "Khm." He hums in consideration, practically feeling Harry sweat through the phone. As if Kim would say no. "I am free Sunday."

It's Wednesday. 

They still talk on the phone every night until then and when Sunday comes Kim almost cancels. Not because he wants to but because there is a layer of something magical, something supra-natural almost that has fallen over the two of them and meeting would break that. Almost like he got his one chance to hang out with Harry in person and he shouldn't ask for more. Almost like if sees Harry again, or continues to let him know things about his life, then he will eventually realize just how mundane he really is.

But he doesn't cancel. They meet up again. 

They meet up for lunch at a place that Harry had said was amazing. Swore up and down that they served the best food. Kim knew to keep his expectations safely low when he noticed the health rating posted in the front being. . . acceptably high. Just barely.

Kim was early. Almost thirty minutes before their agreed-upon meeting time. He's aggressively punctual in every aspect of his life but usually not so early. He's just. . . happy to have someplace new to try, he would say. Surprisingly, Harry is also early, arriving maybe ten minutes later walking on a cane. Still recovering from the gunshot wound. Kim stood up from the booth as soon as he saw Harry enter the restaurant and smiled, his smile growing wider when Harry brightened up like the morning sun at the sight of Kim. 

He had walked to Harry with his hand out, intending for a handshake (safe but still sincere) but Harry didn't hesitate before grabbing him by the forearm and pulling him into a deep hug, one hand still on his cane. Kim wrapped his arms around Harry's middle and returned the deep embrace. Thankfully Harry had taken a shower since they last met, and was wearing freshly washed clothing, and so he actually smelled. . . very good. Husky, almost spiced. Kim did not take a deep breath but he did mentally jot down the notes with the intention of writing it in his notebook. For later. 

It was briefly stilted after they sat down together. Both looking at each other in a way that you would think that they had been separated for years rather than two weeks (more like a week and a half, but who's counting?). But Harry was the one to break the tension. 

"I think we were meant to meet." His eyes shine with intense sincerity and vulnerability. He looked like he could cry. Kim's gloved hands twitched but he tried to look open and comfortable. "I wouldn't have been able to pull myself out of the hole without you. I wouldn't have. I'd be dead." 

"I doubt that." Kim pulls his hands together to hold them steady and looks Harry in the eyes. "You've always had it in you to be better. You just finally wanted to." 

Conversation flowed much easier after that. They stayed in that restaurant, in that booth, far beyond lunch. When they eventually left, after the manager had started walking by and silently gesturing to the clock, Harry looked at him in the far-off way that he does when he's thinking. Kim patiently waits, trying to not obviously check him out. 

Harry had been able to remain sober even without a case distracting him. His eyes were no longer glassy and his breath no longer reeked. He hasn't gotten a trim yet so his hair is still a bit unruly but it's clear he has run a comb through it. His face is pale, unhealthily so, but no longer flushed a permanent, angry red. The swelling in his nose has all but disappeared but there is a noticeable, but not intense, shake to his hands.

All in all Kim sees a very handsome man on the road to recovery.

"Can you give me a ride home?" Harry asks. "I'm sorry to ask - I took the train here and it's still running I'm just - " he falters off momentarily, embarrassed. "It's a long walk. I'm not used to a cane yet - "

"There's no need to explain." Kim, standing at his default parade's rest, faces him completely. "Of course I'll drive you home." 

He could not deny that there is a certain tension in the air. A spark of electricity that is threatening to burn the both of them inside out. Something that has changed since working on THE HANGED MAN case. Or, more accurately, something that was planted during their time working together and now they are starting to see the fruits of their labor. Kim could not keep from glancing at Harry in the backseat through the cage of the Kineema and it was obvious Harry could tell. Probably even without his can-opening abilities. Every time Kim glanced at him through the rear-view mirror, Harry squirmed and looked out the window, blushing. 

Kim gripped the steering wheel tightly and looked back at the road. Then glanced at Harry again just to see more pink dusting his cheeks.

If he were dropping Harry off and speeding away he might have just pulled up to the curb. Maybe. But that would be rather ungentlemanly, to make someone with a recent and serious injury walk that much more steps to their door. That's the excuse he would use if Harry questioned why he went out of his way to grab a spot in the actual lot meant for overnight visitors only.

"Do you - um." He started the sentence off strong but when Kim looked at him, still through the rear-view mirror, he faltered. "Coffee? Is that something you drink? Probably right, I mean that's the whole thing. With cops. That we drink a lot of coffee." 

"Khm." Kim nodded. "And donuts."

"Right! Coffee and donuts." He smiled, pleased that Kim caught it. "So would you like a cup? Of coffee. I don't have a cup of donuts." 

"You're not asking me for coffee." Because he may not be a can-opener but he is still an investgator. He probably doesn't need to be an investigator to read Harry though, since his nervousness is obvious from a mile away. It's been forever since a man was so eager for Kim's approval, nervous because he might say no or not be as interested. The only reason that he couldn't sit here and bask in the feeling forever is because that would mean never saying yes to Harry, who he wants to just give things to. Anything he wants. The initial hint of denial is made that much sweeter when he knows that they both are going to get what they want in the end. 

"I'm not asking you for coffee." Harry gulps. "Come in with me anyway?"

What was that about denial? 

Kim is a gracious man. He does not kiss Harry until they are both inside, front door closed, and not until he pushes Harry to sit on the couch.

"Kim," he whispers reverently and looks up at him with bright, clear eyes. Clearer than Kim has ever seen on him before. The green in his eyes were turned to a thin sliver with how aroused he was, looking up at Kim. 

Kim pushes Harry's legs far enough apart for him to stand between them and slowly takes his gloves off, smirking at how Harry's eyes trace every tiny movement of his hands. When they're freed he gently cradles Harry's jaw in one of his hands, then finally leans down for a kiss.

Harry's dry lips practically melt against Kim's and he makes a whining noise, faintly like a dog begging to be let back in the house, except it's ecstatic and hot and leaves a spark at the base of Kim's spine. Harry snakes up his arms underneath Kim's jacket, his shirt, so that he's making contact with his bare skin already. Kim pushes Harry until he's lying back on the couch and he lays on top of him, careful to not put weight on Harry's bad leg, never breaking contact with his mouth during the entire transition. He takes off his jacket and lays it so it's hanging on the nightstand next to the couch, more careless than he usually is with his things but he doesn't particularly care to fold it or leave Harry to hang it on the hook.  

He's so solid underneath Kim's hands. So real. Everything he needs to touch to dissuade all fears that the week in Martinaise didn't happen, that they never actually met, and that Harry is a figment of his lonely and horny imagination. He needs more.

"Kiiiiiiim." Harry whines when they separate and Kim knows that he cannot keep how much the sound of Harry whining his name is affecting him off of his face. Judging by the fact that Harry's face gets even more red, it is well-received.   

"You have to be patient, detective" Kim moves to start mouthing at Harry's neck and shoulder as his hands start making quick work of unbuttoning his shirt. Harry is so tantalizing warm that it's like he has a red-hot molten core and Kim is approaching it with disregard for either of their safety. "Can you be patient for me?" 

Harry nodded so fast that Kim was vaguely worried that he was about to give himself whiplash, but the nodding stopped when Kim started mouthing at his collarbone. He could feel the form beneath him shaking with a barely concealed effort to keep still as more and more whimpers fell out of Harry's mouth as Kim explored more of his chest. 

Something that he didn't get the chance to fully and truly appreciate in their brief time together was just how - khm - hairy he was. Kim resisted the urge to stuff his face right in the middle of his chest and breathe deeply and instead, he raked his nails down the entire expanse of the area, not too rough but not gently either. His nails tinged the areas of exposed skin slightly pink and caused the affected areas to swell in animalistic lines underneath his hands.  

The noises that Harry makes sound like a symphony. 

Harry still having his shirt on as much as he did was starting to become very irritating to him. Kim did not roughly rip it open, he has more care for other people's things than that, but he did make unbuttoning it his top priority until Harry's chest was fully exposed. Kim leaned back for a moment so he was sitting on Harry's lap, his sinewy frame being comforted by Harry's strong thighs, just to peer down at him, admire him, until eventually Harry squirmed uncomfortably.

"Um," he mutters, then tries to put on a semblance of a confident smirk. "Like what you see?" in a tone that made it obvious he could not believe that Kim was liking what he was seeing.

Kim leaned forward and smashed a hot, bruising kiss onto Harry's mouth. "Yes. I 'like what I see' very much." 

Harry whined softly at his words and those whines turned into loud, shameless moans when Kim went back over the red lines still visible on Harry's chest with more, dragging his nails tantalizingly slow over his chest. Sometimes, briefly, overlapping the raised marks but mostly making new ones. Bringing the blood to the area without threatening to break the skin, making his skin hot and sensitive to all stimulation.

But it's more than that if he's being honest with himself. It's the fact that Harry is now covered in evidence that Kim was here. That the marks and Harry's reaction to them are Kim's doing. That they haven't even taken their pants off and Harry is marked by Kim, not belonging to him but it'd be clear for the days if not weeks to come that he was here to anyone else who got to see. 

"Kim, fuck - Kim." Harry gasped. "Please, f-fuck me. Or let me suck you off. Touch me. Do something. Please. I'm about to die." 

"We can't have that." Kim smirked and Harry flushed even redder, which shouldn't have been possible.

Kim vaguely recalled Harry talking about heart problems back in Martinaise and thought that he should show some mercy, in case Harry wasn't lying and he could actually have a medical emergency from all the teasing. 

So he quickly unbuttoned Harry's pants while Harry unbuttoned his own and in no time at all they were exposed from the waist down. Harry's cock, like the rest of him, was large. Though less in length and more in girth, with the tip being vibrant pink and already leaking profusely. Kim thought it looked rather nice nestled next to his own, cradled in his hand, as he jerked them both off.

Harry was made speechless by this, only letting out moans and whines and breaths so aroused that they could almost be described as anguished. He was trying to lean up, supporting himself with his strong arms, so he could look at Kim's ministrations. Grey-green eyes locked on every movement, actively trying to fight against the urge to lean back and fall into the pure pleasure of it all. 

He let Harry do that for a few moments, still feeling merciful, before he used his free hand to grab Harry by the chin and gently direct him to look up at his face. Then, while not breaking in rhythm where he was still jerking them off, removed his hand from Harry's chin and swiped a healthy amount of pre-cum off of their tips, and shoved two fingers in Harry's open mouth.

Harry let half a moan slip before it was cut off by him suckling Kim's fingers, tongue curling around them enthusiastically. Kim maneuvered them so that he was gently fucking Harry's mouth and then eventually, testing it since he had no idea of Harry's experience but guessing by how repressed his Whole Thing is that it isn't a lot, barely teasing his throat. Mostly a promise for the future. If he's good. And he is - he takes it like it's the only thing keeping him grounded to reality at this moment, like this was something he had secretly had a thought project about and was finally fulfilling something.

Kim could feel the tell-tale heat build up in his stomach and he sped up, removing the other hand from Harry's mouth he returned to the scratch marks on his chest, latching onto one that appeared the most red and tender and pressed on it. "Cum for me."

Harry finally slumped back, unable to hold himself up anymore, and with a mantra of just Kim repeated as many times as he can fit into one breath he cums, most of it spurting onto his own chest but a surprisingly large amount puddling onto Kim's hand. It wasn't too long until Kim was following after him, deliberately aiming to make an even bigger mess on Harry's chest.

They sat there for a few moments, breathing heavily, before Kim stood up on shaky legs. He situated himself back into his pants before walking down the hall and hoping to find - ah, yes. The bathroom. He grabbed a clean towel and returned to Harry, still in the same position on the couch in the living room with a completely dazed look in his eye. He seemed to barely notice Kim cleaning him up, except for a fond smile breaking out across his face.

'Khm." Kim cleared his throat, suddenly embarrassed. "Apologies for - " he wasn't sure how to word it so he only gestured to the several red and angry scratch marks still present on Harry's chest. He had, admittedly, lost control in the heat of the moment. 

"Noooo, don't apologize." He finally looked at Kim, slowly coming back to himself. "That was the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me. You should, um. Do it again. Later! If you don't have the energy for round two. And only if you also liked it. That would be very disco."

Kim smirked down at Harry, who was looking up at him with eager eyes. "Do you have the energy for more, Harrier?" 

He shivered. "I don't know. Probably not. But I'd really like to." 

"You're completely insatiable." Kim said before reconnecting their lips again.

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[claudiaciardiautrice]

Hello World!

My first work in poetry is coming out in Italy these days (April, 2025). A volume in which I have poured many of my experiences and my passion for Eastern and Ancient Greek spirituality.

In questi giorni esce in #Italia la mia prima opera di poesia (Aprile, 2025). Un volume in cui ho riversato molte delle mie esperienze e la mia passione per la spiritualità orientale e greca antica.

"La forza che attrae la terra

nei solchi ha portato le acque,

un'intera notte la luna

ha camminato sulla piena.

Dal sangue dell'amore

sono colati i risvegliati semi

fra le dita della primavera

perché fossimo benedetti".

"The force that attracts the #earth

in the furrows carried the waters,

a whole night the #moon

walked on the full.

From the #blood of #love

dripped the awakened #seeds

between the fingers of spring

that we might be blessed."

🌹#Poetry is born in small #gestures, in the #intensity of feelings, in unexpected #encounters. It is a tenacious #flower that requires care and an open heart.

THANK YOU ALL!

THANK YOU SETART!

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📚La poesia nasce nei piccoli gesti, nell'intensità delle sensazioni, negli incontri inaspettati. È un #fiore tenace che richiede cura e un #cuore aperto.

GRAZIE A TUTTI!

GRAZIE #SETART!

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📚Invitation to reading/ Invito alla lettura:

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With the good omen of the #Sibyls,

a dear greeting,

Claudia Ciardi

[autiezo]

The idea of Emo Teen Jean Vicquemare lives rent-free in my head

[It comes from @slonechnik 's DE AU where Harry's still a gym teacher and Kim has to go undercover as one of Harry's new students, for an RCM case. JV's 15, so Kim's 24 and Harry's 25]

It's so fucking funny picturing Jean V. trying to talk to Undercover Cop Kim. I'm gonna strive to make JV such a cringy loser. BTW, I think emo kids are cool, but not Jean lmao.

Anyways, here's a list of JV emo teen headcanons (below the cut):

- Nicknames himself “The Dark Mare”, based on his surname Vicquemare (reference to in-game Narrator's incorrect pronunciation of his French surname)

- No one used to respect Jean or call him by his preferred ‘title’, calling him “Jelly Boy” instead. That is, until the Hex incident happened. Jean finds that any student using his actual name, ‘Jean’, is disrespectful; unless he gives them exclusive permission, then that means he really likes that person. He also loathes being called by his initials and all of Harry's nicknames for him (e.g. Mean Vicky, J.V., Emo emo emo, King Void.)

- If Jean is late for gym class, Harry will jokingly and loudly mimick an alarm that goes, "Emo emo emo" to announce the teen's arrival. Jean a.k.a The Dark Mare obviously hates this. In Harry's defense, HDB does this specific alarm thing for all the regular latecomers. Every student has their unique, mocking call.

- JV hates Harry with a burning passion, despite the man genuinely wanting to support him. JV also does everything to weasel out of group sports.

- When he was 13, he used to get bullied and shoved in lockers a lot. So he has learnt how to pick locks from the inside and outside.

- He has also stabbed his bullies with a sharpened metal fork before, to the point where he made them bleed. Thrice. Harry helped him to prevent JV from getting expelled. Jean did bite his bullies several times, and has bitten Harry before. Harry laughed it off and said, “Son, you can bite me anytime if it helps you relieve stress. You have my permission, I don’t mind”. Which appalled Jean, so he doesn’t bite Harry anymore.

- This is the Hex incident. One day, Cuno's uncle (Kubo) stole Jean's diary and tried to read it out loud to everyone, but J.V. used big words Kubo doesn’t understand, so only part of JV’s secrets got out. J.V. got mocked severely, and Kubo + his gang of idiots ripped JV’s diary into several pieces. Jean yelled that he’d curse them all.

The next day, Kubo got into a car accident, which resulted in him never being able to play football again. Someone’s parents divorced. The gang proceeded to lose at football against the girls' team three times in a row. They begged Harry to talk to J.V. so he did. After much of Harry’s pestering, J.V. reveals that his curses didn’t actually work since curses are specific and they didn’t do what Jean commanded. Jean refused to tell Harry his secrets and said he just wanted everyone to leave him alone. And so, a deal was struck, and everyone stopped being mean to Jean, but people avoided him a ton. Rumours did spread, so many students really did believe that if they upset Jean, they’d be cursed.

- Jean actually has great parents and an ideal emotional support system outside of school lmao. Loser.

- Does actually get decent grades in school. He advanced two years in education

- makes his own emo music and song lyrics. Gave up on his music dreams after studying Literature and Music in community college, when he realised that being an outsider musician won't support himself financially. At age 21, he became a cop and joined the RCM at the same time as Harry (HAHAHAAHAHA)

- Has a lil gay baby crush on Kim but would never admit it to himself. He's also terrible at hiding it. Kim is the only ‘student’ he'd allow to call him by his real name.

- Secretly loves disco music but pretends to hate it. Will subconsciously bob his head up and down to disco music slightly if it plays for long enough.

- Has two pet cats he adores and drops the emo/cool guy facade for. JV pretends and boasts to everyone that he actually wants a pet snake instead, but he's a fuxking LIAR

- Has a chronic need and desire to seem 'cool' whenever people are around(except his family)

[fitrahgolden]

Lilies and Soap: 2 - Bane of My Existence

“The power you possess

And don't seem to even know

I bet it would hurt less

If you had mercy and let it show

Then I might have a defence

I might have a chance

Or a way to do penance

A way to escape this trance

I can’t escape, Darling

I don’t want to”

“Bane of My Existence” by Lilies and Soap. 

Lyrics by A. E. Bridgerton.

—

"Yes, Tony. You seem to forget that we all took the same Applied Aural Skills courses at the RCM. You actually aren't special. Sorry if I’m the first person to tell you that. But, please, oh, please, explain it to me again. And use simple words, for I am but a woman."

Anthony's dramatic eye roll could put all pre-teens to shame. "Oh, come off it, Lamb–"

"Don't fucking call me that right now."

"Fine," Anthony chuckled.

"And don't fucking laugh at me!" Kate jabbed a finger directly into his chest and he smacked it away.

"Um, we're very much in public. Do they know that?" Eloise looked over to Benedict as their party of nine congregated outside of the train station in Pembrokeshire. "Isn't it your job to, like," she gestured vaguely, "sort them out?"

“Oh, I gave up on them two hours ago. And so did, I believe, literally everyone else on the train. But by all means, if you’d like to have a go, El, feel free to mediate. Godspeed."

"I think they're gonna kiss." Hyacinth seemed to be studying the scene with laser focus. 

Eloise laughed. "Oh, yeah? How do you figure?" she asked, bemused.

"They fight the way people in films do right before they kiss. They have chemistry."

"Is that right? Chemistry? How old are you?"

Gregory shook his head. "They always fight like this and they never kiss. And Anthony goes on dates. He wouldn’t do that if he wanted to kiss Kate."

“One would think,” Benedict muttered under his breath.

"They should kiss, though," Hyacinth said with a sage air of authority.

"I think you're onto something, Hy." Benedict put his arm around his sister's shoulders. "I think life would be easier for all of us if they would just kiss."

The four were joined by Violet, Colin, and Francesca as they watched Anthony and Kate being too engrossed in their bickering to notice the excited teenager walking up to them.

"I'm sorry, are you guys Lilies and Soap?"

Kate whipped around and immediately neutralised her scowl. “Hi! Yes, we are. I’m Kate.” She held out her hand.

“Oh, I’m Mia!” Mia’s grin was so wide it looked like it hurt as she enthusiastically shook Kate’s hand.

“Mia, this,” Kate looked back and cut her eyes at Anthony, “is Anthony.”

Anthony’s smile was tight as he offered his hand, but it warmed as Mia shook it and told the pair about how much she loved their music.

"May I please have a picture?"

“Of course, love.” Kate guided Mia to stand in between them. After Mia took a selfie, Colin jogged up to them and offered to take another photo for her.

Mia gushed a little more before giving Kate and Anthony both hugs and going on her way. As they watched her leave, Anthony whispered something to Kate and she turned to him and growled, “Why can’t you let this go?! We were having a nice moment.”

“Because we weren’t done talking.”

“I was done.”

“That’s not how conversations work, Kate.”

“That’s actually exactly how they work, Anthony.”

“Jesus Christ, who invited Anthony?” Colin asked no one in particular.

“Do you mean Kate, Dear?”

“No.”

Two shuttles pulled up to take the Bridgertons to their holiday rental.

“I am not sharing a van with those two,” Eloise declared.

“Well, I’m certainly not. I’ve had to sit next to them all day. Make the kids ride with them.” Benedict offered.

“I don’t think I want to be there when they kiss.”

“They aren’t going to kiss, Hy!” 

"Honestly,” Francesca finally spoke up, “the rest of us could all fit in one and leave them alone in the other."

Everyone looked at each other before Benedict kissed Francesca hard on the cheek. “Franny, you absolutely star! Hurry, let’s go before they notice.”

—

Anthony looked back at Kate as they silently moved through the streets of Pembrokeshire towards Haverfordwest. She was writing furiously in one of her notebooks. The pen moving rapidly across the paper was the only sound in the van besides the rumble of the engine and the various sounds of the towns they passed.

Anthony moved to sit in the back of the van with her. “Writing about me, are you?”

Kate’s only response was a glower in his direction before returning to her notes.

Anthony was shameless. He subtly tried to angle his body so he could see what she was writing. The only clear phrase he could make out was, “breaking me down so I can collect the pieces and give them right back to you,” before he felt guilty and looked away. That couldn’t possibly be about him. Their stupid fights could never warrant that kind of imagery.

—

The second shuttle wasn’t that far behind the first, but when Kate and Anthony entered the house they would be staying in for the next four nights, they were annoyed to find all the rooms had been claimed except for the two that were furthest away from all the others.

“Well, I guess we deserve that.” Kate said, her voice and face impassive.

“Go ahead and pick which one you want,” Anthony said, but Kate was already down the hall to do just that.

—

After everyone settled in and had a makeshift, “every man for himself” style dinner, Kate and Anthony went out with Benedict and Colin to the closest pub. Mercifully, Benedict and Colin had stopped avoiding them, so they had more to do than not speak to each other. The mood had mellowed and when his brothers went back to the bar for another round of drinks, Anthony went to the jukebox and queued up two songs. He walked back over to Kate’s side of the booth and offered his hand. Kate looked up at him.

“Dance with me, Lamb?”

Kate gave him a small, sweet smile before grabbing his hand and letting herself be led to the small dancefloor.

Bill Withers’s “Ain’t No Sunshine” began to play and Kate shook her head and smiled.

“Damn you,” she whispered as she slid an arm around his neck and Anthony placed one of his against the middle of her back. They swayed to one of her all time favourite songs for a while before Anthony spoke.

“Why do we do this?”

Kate looked up at him with wide eyes. “Do what?”

“The asinine squabbling.”

“Oh. I think it’s only asinine on one side.”

“Lamb.”

“Fine, sorry. I don’t know. We get going on something that doesn’t matter and it just becomes…”

“It somehow becomes the only thing that matters.”

Kate nodded as she chuckled. “Yeah. It’s weird. But… I don’t know, I kind of like it? I may find it just a little enjoyable and no one else can get under my skin quite the way you do, so unfortunately, you will forever be my sparring partner, I’m afraid. Until you find someone you want to keep and she demands we stop under penalty of leaving you.”

“Someone I want to keep?”

“I know you, Tony. You may date around, but you want to settle down. You know, commit to someone and have the house and the babies and the domestic bliss, and all that.”

“Yeah, I guess I do. You don’t?”

“I’m… not sure yet. Give it a go and let me know how you like it.”

“Right,” Anthony whispered.

They didn’t say much after that. Kate once again was pleasantly surprised when another one of her favourites came on next, Pete Yorn’s cover of “Ever Fallen in Love.”

—

“No fucking way.” Kate looked horror stricken as she and Anthony were perusing an outdoor market in Haverfordwest the next day and she paused in the middle of a walkway. Anthony pulled her aside with concern as he looked in the same direction, following Kate's gaze to an older couple.

“Who’s that?”

“Mum’s parents.”

“No fucking way.”

“That’s what I said. Of all the fucking places.”

Anthony pulled Kate close to him. She couldn’t look away.

“When was the last time you saw them?”

“I don’t know, maybe eight years? Yeah, it was right after Appa died. They didn't even go to the funeral, but they sure as hell descended upon our house a week later with the intent to scoop Edwina up and send her to a boarding school they had selected for her. They barely said anything to Mum, just made their demands and expected Edwina to leave with them that same day. They ignored Amma completely, which you know didn’t go ever well. She was actually the one to kick them out of Mary’s house.” Kate laughed a little, but still looked nervous. “Fuck, I made eye contact. Quick let’s–”

“Katherine?”

Kate swore.

“You must be mistaking me for someone else,” she said as she peered at the woman who wore a pinched expression that seemed to be permanent.

“Oh, right, no, it’s… Kathani. Right, of course. Lovely name.”

“Right. Kate’s still fine.”

Mrs. Sheffield looked up to Anthony. “And you must be Kate’s… associate in this, er, little music project I hear she has going on?”

“Yep,” Anthony offered his hand to her and then her disinterested husband. “Anthony Bridgerton.”

“Lady Amala Sheffield, and this is my husband, Earl Lucius Sheffield.”

Kate rolled her eyes and swore again under her breath.

“A pleasure, I���m sure.” Anthony gave them a smile that Kate knew was false as hell, but she didn’t blame him. Who could genuinely smile at the Sheffields?

"So, you heard about my…'little project?' Big into the indie music scene, are you?"

"Heavens, no. A friend told me his niece was telling him how fond she was of you, actually. Anyway, enough about that. Tell me, dear, how on earth did you find yourself here?”

“In Pembrokeshire? I’m on holiday with the Bridgertons.”

“Ah, that makes sense. How charitable of them to let you tag along on what I assume was meant to be a family holiday.”

“Amala…” Lucius warned, looking desperate to move on from this interaction.

“Kate is family.” Anthony said matter-of-factly, pulling her closer to him.

‘Well, how wonderful for Kate. Anyway, we really must get going. Lovely to see you.”

“Yes, maybe you’ll happen upon one of us again in another eight years.”

With that, Kate brusquely rushed past them, Anthony following close behind. Her pace was swift as she navigated through the crowds. “The dickheads didn’t even mention their own fucking daughter or grandchild. What the fuck?”

“Do you want to leave?” Anthony asked.

“No. Fuck them. I just need to sit down for a little bit.”

They found a bench and sat down. Anthony rubbed a hand up and down Kate’s arm.

“Are you going to tell your family you saw them?”

Kate thought for a moment. “No. No, there’s no point. It’ll just upset Mum and Edwina. And Amma will have too much to say about it.”

Anthony nodded. After a few beats, he said, “We should change our band name.”

“You think? To what?”

“Little Music Project Associates, obviously. Lady Sheffield has given us a gift.”

[noobsomeexagerjunk]

day 5 update of my first disco elysium run! semi-blind bc i got stuck and unironically started looking shit up to progress my game

(earlier details of said run can be seen here)

prefacing this that my Harry's signature is Inland Empire, the base general stat bars going by 4 for Intellect, 3 for Psyche, 1 for Physique, and 2 for Motorics. my man's been every idealogy except fascist, teetering the line between Sorry Cop, Boring Cop, and somehow the Superstar Cop copotypes.

i hope to give my first Harry a happy enough ending but I don't want to lose the cringefail energy too much haha, the game decides!

i'll make another post or reblog when i finish the day. or game. it's the end of the week i guess

politcally my Harry is pretty centrist & moralist but i'm playing him as someone who doesn't want to be but hasn't figured out where he really wants to stand. the amnesia and shame contributes to the indecisiveness. he does want to get better as a person and craves Kim's friendship. He and I dread the gilding of the Church of Dolores Dei

- Turns out exhausting all the dialogue options with Klaasje was the way to help me finally get through Titus. I can't believe my attempts to keep my Harry from discussing anything remotely reminding him of his drug addiction (for RP reasons) kept me from fucking answers. I'm making him braver now, but more tempted to take shit in again bc I've been playing him sober besides the health and morale medicines from Frittte and he is still f r a g i l e. I failed the Authority skillcheck thrice and at that point Kim fucking spoke for me, his patience is insane

- Did not cuss out the racist lorry driver enough. Espirit de Corps has convinced me of a truth I didn't need to be reminded of (shaky backbone). I need to make it up to Kim

- Losing my fucking mind, René fucking dies?!?!? does this happen after exhausting some dialogue options or is he destined to die on Day 5??? Gaston I'm so sorry, and to think you loved him dearly.

- Took René's uniform and I gotta be real I dress my Harry up in an unholy balance of aesthetic, rp, and stats. So I went around wearing the pants from René's uniform coupled with some RCM uniform, the gift from Lena (more powerful than that bastard tie) and those red shoes from the Church. Whenever I change I make some effort to kept at least one piece of the default outfit (and will stop doing that once my Harry picks a side) and my god. Only after asking around the fishing village for Ruby does Kim pull me aside to tell me I look like a fascist. Why didn't you tell me sooner, I would've done otherwise. I agreed to change and forgot I acquired that brown detective coat. I feel like I'll start changing my clothes less bc of the sick coat (except for necessary stat boost bcs failed skillchecks have been slowing me down so fucking bad man). Goes nicely with the detective hat Annette gives me

- I can't believe how incredibly loreblocking these failed white skillchecks are giving me, like i feel some shit would have been solved so much faster had i figured them out in day 1. Took me too long to finally get our anoid dance music enjoyers to move into the Church with our radio girl. shout out crab man tiago

- Found Ruby! Died in the encounter bc I forgot to replenish my health. Bless Autosave. Ran back to Frittte to literally replenish and dress up to pump my pain threshold stat (that i gotta be real, really neglected for rp purposes).

- Ruby offing herself caught me off guard and then it clicked that I have given no reason for anyone in town to trust me and Kim. Yeah fuck, she wanted to make sure we couldn't get anymore out of her. Klaasje Klaasje Klaasje...

- THE TRIBUNAL. I mean, stopping it at the pace I was at was impossible but did I really need to walk straight into it after watching Ruby die????? Fucking hell dude. Shoutout Inland Empire for warning me as we were a few feet away from all of it, I could change up into appropriate stat clothing. I got the warning about the tribunal at Day 2 and assumed it would be happening five days after said warning, not literally at Day 5

- Klaasje fucking left. I think I understand what people say when the skillsets aren't always right <- why bother to reason???? but my Harry still persisted, even after what happened to Ruby

- I heavily debated shooting Rudd, but I wasn't sure if an even 42% would do me favors. Kim sweeping in to shoot the bastard himself gagged me. Of course you took the lead here, your volition was always stronger than dear old Harry's

- Fuck me I get shot TWICE????

- BLESS BLESS BLESS my dear lieutenant listened to me and avoided getting shot too

- I've been playing on Psychological voice mode up til Day 5 where I switched to Full. Limbic System gives me the creeps

- I chose to survive. Thank you for being there, Kim. You deserve some rest too. What do you mean we jumped straight to Day 7

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    Mamamiaaaaaaaa 🤪  Tem que rir, de uma idiota dessa, e desse bando de fariseus, escribas e judas deste chão   💩🚽

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Medical Service Provider: A Complete Overview

In today’s fast-evolving healthcare industry, the term medical service provider has gained immense importance. These providers form the backbone of the healthcare system by delivering essential medical services — from clinical care and diagnostics to administrative support and medical billing.

What is a Medical Service Provider?

A medical service provider refers to any individual or organization that offers medical-related services to patients or healthcare institutions. These services can be clinical (like treatment or diagnosis) or non-clinical (like billing, coding, or telemedicine support).

Common examples include:

Hospitals & clinics

Physicians & specialists

Diagnostic labs & imaging centers

Medical billing & RCM companies

Telehealth platforms

Home healthcare providers

Types of Medical Services Offered

Clinical Services

General consultation

Emergency care

Surgical procedures

Specialized treatments (cardiology, neurology, etc.)

Diagnostic Services

Blood tests

X-rays, MRIs, and CT scans

Pathology and genetic testing

Support Services

Medical billing and coding

Health information management

Revenue cycle management (RCM)

Insurance verification and claims handling

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Telemedicine consultations

Remote patient monitoring

e-Prescriptions and digital health records

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Conclusion

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Hexy – A real sexy homing device, by G. Draper, in Radio Control Models & Electronics (1965). This novel light-seeking robot drives forwards towards a light source, but turns & scans for light when the drive motor is reversed. The left wheel has a ratchet so it can only be driven forwards. The top two photos show David Buckley's 1990 build of Hexy, made using parts contemporary with the original article.

"The method of scanning by reversing the drive motor seems quite novel. The model was built to fill in the last week of the school holidays, and since cost had to be kept to a minimum, it was designed to be as simple as possible, using only equipment to hand. Externally, it is in the form of a regular hexagon, in black and silver. … When there is no light falling on the photocell, the relay armature rests on the back contact, and the model scans. When a light is "seen", the relay pulls in, reverses the electric motor, and the model moves forward, towards the light. All the mechanical parts used are "Meccano" … As soon as the light is switched off, or lost, the model automatically starts scanning again, and the cycle is repeated. The model was very successful, and would follow a torch at a distance of up to 5 yards, and would "see" windows, electric lights, etc., at much greater distances." – 'HEXY' A real sexy homing device by G. Draper, RCM&E, March 1965.

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meu post em resposta a publicação abaixo -

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Se eu como atleta pedir apoio esportivo para uma competição qualquer que seja, a aberração seria um comentário de qualquer forma menosprezando meu pedido correndo risco de ser chamado de "vagabundo". É, eu já ouvi isso.

Se eu como profissional de saúde crio um conteúdo falando sobre atividade física promovendo o bem estar torcendo para que viralize em toda a rede, a aberração seria que alguém me acusasse de "plágio" por melhor intencionado que eu seja.

das 2 possibilidades acima, O que eu vejo como aberração? Deixo de comer pra apostar. Quem não aposta também é afetado. Não sou famoso no esporte o bastante para uma marca, nem tão bem influente em criação de conteúdo. Mas esse mesmo CAPITALISMO e seus adeptos que escolheu famosos e atletas poderosos para seus objetivos já que eles são muito mais aptos que eu usou das apostas para lucrar e é isso o que importa. Aos adeptos.

O que eu vejo como aberração? Não somente meu pensamento acima e das possibilidades que pensei: é que com certeza essas pessoas sabiam o que estavam fazendo. E continuaram.

eu pergunto se é justo isso.

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GST Consultant

What is GST and Why It Matters

Goods and Services Tax (GST), introduced on 1 July 2017, is India’s most significant indirect tax reform. It merged various state and central taxes like VAT, excise duty, and service tax into a single system, with the aim of simplifying compliance and fostering a unified market across India.

GST is essential for businesses because it:

Eliminates the cascading effect of taxes

Facilitates seamless input credit

Reduces complexities in inter-state transactions

Increases transparency and compliance

🧩 Applicability: Who Must Register?

GST registration is required in the following scenarios:

1. Mandatory Registration

Turnover exceeds ₹20 lakhs (₹10 lakhs for some states)

Inter-state supply of goods/services

Selling through e-commerce platforms

Casual taxable persons or non-resident suppliers

Businesses liable under the Reverse Charge Mechanism (RCM)

2. Voluntary Registration

Even if not mandatory, businesses often register for GST to gain credibility, avail Input Tax Credit (ITC), and expand operations smoothly.

🧭 Ruchi Anand & Associates’ GST Services

Ruchi Anand & Associates, a reputed Chartered Accountancy firm based in Delhi, offers complete GST solutions for businesses of all sizes. With over 20 years of experience in tax advisory and compliance, the firm ensures you stay updated and fully compliant with GST regulations.

Their specialized GST services include:

1. GST Applicability Analysis

Evaluation of registration requirements based on turnover and supply type

Sector-specific compliance needs

Support for e-commerce sellers and exporters

2. GST Registration

End-to-end assistance with GST portal registration

Amendment of registration details

Surrender or cancellation of GSTIN if business is closed

3. GST Return Filing

Timely filing of GSTR-1, GSTR-3B, GSTR-9, and GSTR-9C

Monthly and quarterly compliance management

Reconciliation of sales and purchase data

4. Input Tax Credit (ITC) Reconciliation

2A/2B vs purchase ledger reconciliation

Claim optimization and blockage review

Prevention of credit mismatches

5. GST Audit & Annual Return Filing

Audit support for businesses with turnover above ₹5 crores

Preparation of GSTR-9 and GSTR-9C

Advisory on corrective action for past non-compliance

6. GST Refunds

Assistance with refund applications for exporters, SEZ units, and inverted duty structures

Tracking and liaison with GST officers

7. GST Litigation & Representation

Drafting replies to GST notices and show cause notices

Representation before GST departments and appellate authorities

📋 Ruchi Anand & Associates: End-to-End GST Process

The firm simplifies the entire GST lifecycle:

Preliminary Assessment Review of turnover, supply types, business model

Document Collection PAN, Aadhaar, proof of business, bank statements, photos, and digital signatures

Online Registration Filing on GST portal with regular tracking

Post-Registration Compliance Invoicing format guidance, e-way bill integration, monthly returns setup

Ongoing Advisory Monthly reconciliation, ITC guidance, audit preparedness, and departmental updates

🔍 Why GST Registration is Critical

Registering under GST provides:

Legal recognition for your business

Input Tax Credit benefits on purchases

Nationwide market access

Participation in tenders, contracts, and schemes

Credibility with vendors and clients

🌟 Why Choose Ruchi Anand & Associates?

There are multiple reasons to trust Ruchi Anand & Associates for your GST needs:

✅ Decades of Experience

With over 20 years of expertise in taxation and financial compliance, the firm has helped hundreds of businesses from diverse industries, including IT, pharmaceuticals, construction, e-commerce, and manufacturing.

✅ Sector-Specific Solutions

Their GST solutions are tailored for:

Startups & MSMEs

Exporters & SEZ units

Charitable institutions

E-commerce vendors

Freelancers and professionals

✅ Strong Legal Support

The firm not only ensures compliance but also provides robust litigation support in case of GST notices, audits, or disputes. Their proactive advisory approach helps you avoid common pitfalls.

✅ Client-Centric Approach

Ruchi Anand & Associates is known for its transparency, responsiveness, and integrity. The team ensures clients are well-informed about due dates, legal amendments, and filing statuses.

💼 Beyond GST: A Holistic Compliance Partner

In addition to GST services, Ruchi Anand & Associates offers:

Company Formation & Start-up Services

Private Limited, LLP, NGO, Section 8 company registration

Startup India recognition, MSME registration

Income Tax Filing & Advisory

ITR filing for individuals, corporates, and NRIs

Tax planning and scrutiny support

TDS & Payroll Management

Monthly payroll, Form 16 issuance, TDS return filing

Accounting & Bookkeeping

Day-to-day accounting, virtual CFO, internal controls

Statutory & Internal Audits

Compliance audit, GST audit, stock audit, internal process reviews

📊 GST Return Filing Schedule at a Glance

Return TypeFrequencyApplicabilityGSTR-1Monthly/QuarterlyOutward suppliesGSTR-3BMonthlySummary return with tax paymentGSTR-9AnnuallyAnnual returnGSTR-9CAnnuallyAudit reconciliation (if turnover > ₹5 Cr)GSTR-4AnnuallyComposition scheme taxpayersGSTR-10One-timeFinal return upon cancellation

🔐 Importance of Accurate GST Compliance

Failing to comply with GST rules can lead to:

Interest @ 18% on late payment

Penalties for non-filing or delayed filing

Blocked Input Tax Credit

Notices and audits by GST officers

Litigation, including penalties under anti-profiteering clauses

By partnering with Ruchi Anand & Associates, you avoid these risks and ensure seamless compliance.

🚀 Testimonials from Clients

“RAAAS helped us migrate our business to the GST regime smoothly. Their regular guidance and prompt filing helped us avoid penalties.” — Amit Kumar, MSME Owner

“Their reconciliation support for ITC has saved us lakhs in lost credits. The team is prompt, knowledgeable, and always professional.” — Divya Sharma, CFO of a logistics company

📞 Get in Touch

If you're looking for a reliable GST consultant in India, Ruchi Anand & Associates is your trusted partner.

📧 Email: info@raaas.com 📞 Phone: +91-98115-68048 🌐 Website: www.raaas.com

🧾 Conclusion

GST compliance is not just about tax—it’s about building a legally sound, growth-ready business. With an experienced partner like Ruchi Anand & Associates, businesses benefit from strategic guidance, timely filings, and peace of mind.

Whether you’re a new business registering for GST or an established enterprise needing reconciliation and litigation support, RAAAS provides end-to-end solutions that let you focus on growth while they handle compliance.