#Tech and Physical Activity

[virtualrealitynewstoday]

Arcadia：混合現實中的運動新革命於Meta App Lab正式推出

在這個科技與運動交織的時代，一款革命性的應用程式「Arcadia」正式於 Meta App Lab 上架，開啟了運動與虛擬現實融合的新篇章。這款應用程式不僅是一場遊戲，它更是一種全新的體育文化，將運動員引領至一個全新的維度。 「Arcadia Home Court」是混合現實中的競技場，它打破了��統運動的界限，為喜愛運動的人們提供了一個獨特的平台。在這裡，運動不再受限於物理空間，運動員能夠在虛擬世界中展現他們的技巧與策略。 這款應用程式的核心是「Arcadia-01」球，它是第一個專為混合現實體育設計的球。運動員可以在虛擬世界中操控這顆球，進行投擲、轉向，甚至在空中改變其路徑。這不僅是一個遊戲工具，它更是一項技能挑戰，讓運動員可以不斷練習和精進。 Arcadia 為玩家提供了兩種獨特的體驗：激烈的競技對決和放鬆的技能訓練環境，玩家可以自由選擇參與方式。若想在 Arcadia…

[comradecowplant]

*** weewoo weewoo, Severance rant incoming, avoid or gather 'round depending on your preference, weewoo weewoo***

oofda Severance went from what's gotta be the best episode in the series-- visually, emotionally, character drive, general plot development, etc.-- to probably the weakest. Dgmw, I absolutely adore Patricia Arquette's performance as this sad off-putting woman and was eager for a Cobel check-in, but back-to-back bottleneck episodes leading up the finale was a TERRIBLE pacing choice, just completely missing the mark in a season that has already been plagued with pacing issues-- I'm lookin' at you, beloved by many but meh to me bc I have never been a melly shipper & thought it was a frustrating cut-away from the previous episode's dramatic final moment, Woe's Hollow-- & did not really provide much new information/plot momentum to make up for it-- yeah yeah Cobel lifelong Kier cultist, child labor & mommy issues, groomed & exploited scientific prowess, Lumon ruining anachronistic ether-huffing towns economically & spiritually; didn't really dig deeper or meaningfully build on anything we already know of in a away that needed to be a full break-away episode for, imo. Coulda & shoulda been the b-plot to a Milchick's continued spirit breaking/background to Ms. Huang (which would have very much thematically tied together to each!) -focused episode. And considering how short the episode is compared to the rest, I kind of suspect it might have began production that way but it was changed for some reason further along, but that's purely vibes based speculation.

These pacing issues paired with the knowledge that there are only nine episodes a season in this silly era of television, I am increasingly nervous about the finale, particularly considering ms dipshit mama bear super sibling withOUT a background in neuroscience who thinks she knows better than the scientist who was already digging around inside his noggin Devon followed through and reached Cobel 🤦‍♂️ like, clearly there are cracks in Cobel's Kier worship/Lumon militancy-- I think she has an ego that 1) cannot forgive how tossed away she was, especially with the newest detail of her being the overlooked inventor of the severance technology, & 2) despite the indoctrination, she has enough self-preservation to bridge the cognitive dissonance that rationalizes Lumon's abuses now that it's HER that might get locked away in the mind wipe torture basement-- but you're watching a different show in a different universe if you think we've gotten any evidence to strongly indicate that she is actually trustworthy. As the inventor of the chip she could be the perfect person to help Mark with the final reintegration steps... or, as I suspect will be more along the lines of what will happen, she could activate any of the other "modes" that have so far been only eluded to/cause further brain damage/betray mark & ragbhari to leverage herself into a better position with lumon/whatever will benefit her in her quest for... well, besides survival & credit for her invention, I really can't say for sure what her motivations currently are, but legitimate compassion & concern for Mark/the innies certainly are not among them.

Idk, just overall I think this season has put its hands in too many plot pies, especially now that the other outies have been given more character development time, a choice I've liked overall but that has not been 😏 integrated 😏 well with the rest of the story, largely because (forgive my repeating myself) of the pacing/9 episode limit-- we've gotten the central Mark reintegration plot, then we have melly romance b-plot, dylan emotional affair with his own wife c-plot, outie irv + his relationship to the testing floor & whatever the fuck is going on with burt/his husband d & e-plot, milchick being racially micro-aggressed f-plot, ms huang & the spectre of child labor g-plot, nasty lady helena eagan & her sinister side swept blunt bang h-plot, whatever cobel's deal is i-plot, the general overarching What Evil Mysterious Schemes is Lumon Up To j to whatever plot, and finally, the most pressing plot point to me that has been frustratingly shelved until episode 7, What's Happening to Gemma plot. I don't expect nor want wrapped packages with bows, but satisfying narratives involve give and take, and I simply don't have much confidence in the real estate provided by the 49 remaining minutes of the season that we'll get much of anywhere (except mad over what bad things are likely about to happen to Gemma, that is one thing I have begrudging confidence in 😔)

[nexus-nebulae]

"why are you so worried abt random accidents, stuff like that rarely ever happens" well you see I'm too disabled to ever evacuate a situation on my own, so I'd rather be a safety advocate now than become a statistic later

[jacqcrisis]

I have kept thinking about the desert grungy sci-fi jayvik au. I don't have a real... plot for it other than a lot of disconnected ideas but I figure I'll write out about it a bit more with the world and Jayce and Viktor's specific backstories.

The world they live in is cutthroat. Most of the populace lives in walled off megalopolises separated by hundreds of miles of dry inhospitable land, controlled by an incomprehensible network of corrupt politicians and wealthy tech tycoons. Entry into these cities is based off citizenship or merit or wealth, and it is nearly impossible to get into one if you aren't already born there.

Outside of these walls, pockets of communities have cropped up to make some kind of a living. It's difficult, the land is lawless, crime rampant, and resources scarce but what do humans do if not carve out a way to live?

And connecting all of this is a highway, running between the cities and cutting through the desert. A long unbroken road, unprotected from the elements or the gangs that roam the place, looking for easy, unprotected vehicles to pick off for valuables and scrap. It's the only paved highway of its kind, and is necessary to cross the desert between the cities with any kind of certainty.

There, at the halfway point between Piltover and a smaller sister city, is Zaun, a tiny town of a few hundred citizens. Subsidized in part from Piltover originally as a rest stop, and kept alive by a small weapons factory, the excess energy sold off from the solar panels that run the place, and the travelers than pass through here, Zaun is a veritable dusty oasis for the lost and the downtrodden in the middle of nowhere. And it's most notable feature is the gas station that fuels and repairs the vehicles that brave the highway, manned by only a few employees, including two young inventors.

Jayce wasn't born here, coming from a smaller clan that got wiped out when Jayce was around 8, leaving him and his mom seeking out safety and work in Zaun. Jayce grows up an introverted loner, not wanting to cause trouble for his mom and more focused on the dream of inventing something that would get them into the fabled heaven that is Piltover and he spends most of his time with machines and car parts and dry manuals and engineering books. He didn't cross paths much with Viktor in this time as they ran in different circles but a few chance encounters has Jayce quietly enamored with the guy by the time he starts working at the gas station.

Viktor did grow up here, one of a non-insignificant number of abandoned infants that make it to the relative safety of Zaun every few years. Early in his childhood, tragedy strikes and his leg is crushed in an accident. Given there's one guy (Singed) in town who's barely qualified as doctor and medical supplies are thin on the ground, the decision to amputate is an easier one than risking death by infection, and what's left after the surgery is most of his thigh. Being an inventive little guy, Viktor's general interest in building things and mechanics gets tested and he makes several different prosthetics for himself over the years.

He grows up, makes a pretty good name for himself as a fix it guy, runs probably with the 'wrong crowd' a bit as he does auto repair and fine tuning for fucked up drag race cars in the middle of the desert for extra cash. Dreams of a better life for the people of his town and for himself as he gets hired at the gas station where in just a couple of years time, he'll be working with the very person who will either make that dream come true or ruin everything.

And they're going to be so stupid about each other while they do it. Jayce falls head over ass on conversation one with Viktor and Viktor doesn't even notice how far gone he himself has traversed down the 'falling in love with your best friend/coworker/roommate/science partner' road until he's too in deep. And you know they won't talk about, you know they're gunna let that shit simmer, you know they are going to be So.

Weird.

About.

It.

Between fixing all sorts of fucked up cars, dealing with customers, inventing their life changing macguffin, and interacting with the various denizens of their town including all the usual Zaun characters. I have so many scenes for this but nothing that's connected coherently.

[drchristophedelongsblog]

There is no denying that investor interest in Age Tech is growing, although this sector has some peculiarities that require a deeper understanding.

Here are some key points

Awareness of market potential

Population aging is a global phenomenon, creating a considerable market for Age Tech solutions.

Investors recognize the growth potential of this sector, particularly in the areas of health, well-being and autonomy.

Specific features of the Age Tech sector

Diversity of needs

The needs of older adults vary considerably depending on their age, health and lifestyle.

Acceptance of technologies

Technology adoption among older adults may be slower than in other age groups.

Ethical and regulatory issues

Data protection, security and privacy issues are particularly important in the Age Tech sector.

Growing interest from investors

More and more investment funds are specializing in health and wellness technologies, including Age Tech.

Investors are particularly interested in solutions that improve the quality of life of older people, reduce healthcare costs and promote staying at home.

Challenges to be met

The Age Tech sector requires long-term investments, as developing and commercializing solutions can take time.

It is essential to develop solutions that are innovative, affordable and adapted to user needs.

In conclusion, investors are increasingly aware of the potential of Age Tech, but they must also take into account the particularities of this sector.

Go further

[momatosfashion]

Key Habits to Foster a Child’s Success in 2025

As we step into 2025, parents are increasingly focused on equipping their children with the skills and habits necessary for long-term success. Developing positive habits early can set the foundation for a child’s personal, academic, and social achievements. Here are some key habits to nurture in your child to ensure they thrive in today’s fast-evolving world.

1. Cultivate a Growth Mindset

A growth mindset encourages children to see challenges as opportunities to learn rather than obstacles to fear. Teach your child to embrace failures and setbacks as a natural part of the learning process. Encourage phrases like, “I can’t do it yet” instead of “I can’t do it.” This mindset fosters resilience and adaptability—key traits in a rapidly changing world.

2. Encourage Lifelong Learning

In the digital age, learning doesn’t stop in the classroom. Instill a love for learning by exposing your child to new topics, encouraging curiosity, and making education enjoyable. Utilize online resources, interactive apps, and educational games to keep their learning engaging and relevant.

3. Promote Time Management

Time management is a crucial skill for success. Teach your child to prioritize tasks, create schedules, and break larger projects into manageable steps. Using tools like planners, digital calendars, or even simple to-do lists can help them stay organized and focused.

4. Foster Emotional Intelligence

Emotional intelligence (EQ) is just as important as academic intelligence. Help your child recognize, understand, and manage their emotions. Encourage empathy by discussing feelings and teaching active listening skills. High EQ contributes to better relationships and decision-making, critical for success in both personal and professional life.

5. Encourage Healthy Tech Habits

In 2025, technology will play an even greater role in our lives. Teach your child to use technology as a tool for learning and creativity, rather than a source of distraction. Set limits on screen time, emphasize the importance of offline activities, and guide them in practicing digital etiquette.

6. Build Strong Communication Skills

Good communication skills are essential for collaboration and leadership. Encourage your child to express their thoughts clearly and listen actively. Role-playing exercises, storytelling, and family discussions can help sharpen these skills.

7. Instill Financial Literacy

Understanding money management from a young age can set your child up for financial independence in the future. Teach them basic financial concepts like saving, budgeting, and the value of money. You can use age-appropriate tools like piggy banks or financial apps designed for kids.

8. Encourage Physical Activity and Healthy Living

Physical health impacts mental and emotional well-being. Ensure your child stays active through sports, dance, or even daily walks. Teach them the importance of a balanced diet, adequate sleep, and regular exercise to maintain overall health.

9. Model Gratitude and Positivity

A positive outlook and gratitude can shape a child’s attitude towards life. Encourage them to express gratitude daily, whether through journaling or verbal appreciation. Positivity helps them handle stress and builds a resilient mindset.

10. Encourage Problem-Solving and Creativity

Problem-solving and creative thinking are invaluable in today’s innovation-driven world. Provide opportunities for your child to solve puzzles, engage in hands-on projects, and think outside the box. This habit nurtures critical thinking and innovation skills.

Final Thoughts

By fostering these habits, you’ll prepare your child to navigate the complexities of the modern world with confidence and competence. Remember, the key is consistency and patience. Children learn by observing, so modeling these habits yourself can make an even greater impact. Start today, and watch your child thrive in 2025 and beyond!

#momatos.in

[driftwooddestiel]

girl help i have exams starting the day after tomorrow and today and yesterday outside of school i did almost no studying 😭 i DID write a practice essay for english today after school tho so thats good

[365momme]

The Digital Detox: Encouraging Healthy Technology Habits for the Whole Family

Introduction In today’s digital age, technology has become an integral part of our lives. However, excessive screen time can have negative effects on our physical and mental well-being. That’s why it’s essential for families to practice a digital detox and establish healthy technology habits. In this article, we will explore the importance of limiting screen time, provide practical tips for a…

[mosspapi]

Ok yeah I'm going thru my photos to try and find some good ones to use for this assignment and holy FUCK the Apple camera is Disgustingly awful. All the automatic, irreversible post-processing and shit absolutely annihilated the photo quality on ALL my pictures of moss that I've taken since I got the new phone (abt 2 years ago I think? Against my will too but my parents made me so). Esp the ones I took specifically on the trip to take good pictures of moss. I'm like genuinely so upset it's unreal. I think I'm gonna have to invest the like $3k in an actual camera if I ever want to take another photo of moss again.

[lefae]

Word of advice: if you haven't done so already, create a "digital death" plan. This way, in the event of your death, whoever is in charge of closing your digital accounts for you is actually able to do so, and with a lot less stress.

[marzipanandminutiae]

call me old-fashioned but I think visitors to historical sites have the right to a fully analogue experience of the building if they want it

tech is great for accessibility, and to provide supplemental info for self-guided places. I don't mean an experience without seeing OTHER PEOPLE use their phones, a kiosk, an iPad, etc. that would be unfair to people who needed the accessibility features. just that those things should be opt-in

screens at low angles on stands so they're only visible if you actively walk up to them. iPads, as previously mentioned. audio tours accessible on your phone, but with a request to please only use them with earbuds/headphones. real human staff one can talk to.

NOT screens positioned upright on walls, timed light/sound shows that fill the whole space, etc.

I'm there to see a historical building I can't see anywhere else, in real physical space. not to look at a screen or a projection unless I make that choice, to answer a specific question or similar. and I should be able to have that experience of the site if I want to

[societyfolklore]

Trapped Together

Title: Trapped Together

Pairing: Sheild!Bucky Barnes x Sheild!Female Reader

Summary:  A mission doesn’t go as planed. The result?  Bucky and you find yourselves handcuffed together without the key and no easy way out.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings:  / Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Accidental Handcuffs, Forced Proximity, Smut, Fingering, Unprotected sex, Soft Dom Bucky, Mild Dubcon Elements (squint), Mentions of thigh riding, Porn with min plot.. but yeah.. No Beta

A/N: my entry for  @avengers-assemble-bingo  for Bucky 108th Bday event – Final square! Square: A2 – ‘I didn’t do a thing’ Card Number: 4B003 The mission was supposed to be simple- just a routine investigation of an old HYDRA base. No hostiles, no active threats, just a sweep for any lingering tech or classified intel. But, of course, things didn’t go to plan.

The air was thick with dust and the scent of rusted metal as you navigated the dimly lit corridors, your boots scuffing softly against the cracked concrete floor. The remains of outdated HYDRA technology sat abandoned, wires frayed, panels dark, the remnants of a long-dead organization still clutching at relevance. It should have been nothing more than a cleanup job- catalogue the junk, confirm there were no active threats, and get the hell out.

You were scanning a particularly decrepit-looking console, fingers grazing over a series of faded HYDRA insignias, when something clicked.

A sharp snap echoed through the room as a metal cuff clamped down around your wrist.

“Oh, shit,” you muttered, instinctively tugging at it.

“What happened?”

Bucky’s voice was immediate, sharp with concern. He was at your side in an instant, his vibranium hand gently gripped your forearm as he inspected the cuff. His brows furrowed as he studied the mechanism, and before you could warn him to be careful, his metal fingers drifted too close.

With a soft hiss, another cuff snapped into place- this time, locking around his vibranium wrist.

You both froze.

“Seriously?” you exhaled, staring at the unforgiving metal that now physically attached you to Bucky Barnes.

He let out a slow, deliberate breath through his nose. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Your heart hammered as you gave the restraint a sharp tug, testing it. The metal didn’t so much as shift. You turned, twisting your wrist, but Bucky moved with you- because there was no getting away.

Panic crept into your voice. “Okay, okay, we can just take these off, right?”

Bucky pulled at his side, first experimentally, then harder. The muscles in his jaw twitched as he yanked at it, but the cuff refused to budge. His frown deepened as he examined the lock.

“No keyhole.”

You blinked. “What do you mean ‘no keyhole’?”

“I mean,” he muttered, voice edged with irritation, “there’s no keyhole. No latch, no release.”

Your stomach did an uncomfortable flip. “So… what? We cut them off?”

Bucky flexed his vibranium fingers. “They’re HYDRA-made. If I try to break them, I could crush your wrist in the process.”

The realization settled between you, heavy and unshakable.

You inhaled sharply. “Fantastic.��� Then, with far less patience: “We’re stuck.”

Bucky exhaled, a muscle in his jaw twitching. “Yup.”

And then the inevitable happened.

“This is your fault!” you snapped, yanking at the cuff in frustration, your wrist burning from the chafing metal.

Bucky had the audacity to smirk. “Doll, I didn’t do a thing.”

“You- ugh!” You yanked again, but it was pointless. You weren’t getting out of this without cutting off his damn arm, and even you weren’t cruel enough to suggest that he try to dismantle parts of it.

Being this close to him was already annoying on the best of days. His constant 'follow my lead' attitude, the way he always seemed so sure of himself- it drove you insane. And now? Now you were literally stuck to him. Your pulse kicked up for reasons you refused to acknowledge, and you scowled, masking the unease with irritation.

You huffed, turning your attention back to the restraint. “We need to find a way to break these.”

Bucky tilted his head, looking far too entertained. “Oh, I dunno. Could be fun like this.”

Your glare could have cut through steel. “We are not staying cuffed together, Barnes.”

Bucky shrugged, tugging lightly at the cuffs again. “I’m sure Stark will get us out of these once we get home.”

You grumbled under your breath. “Great. Our extraction isn’t scheduled until tomorrow.”

Bucky let out a dry chuckle. "Guess that means we're getting real cozy till then, huh?" He glanced down at where your wrists were bound together and smirked. "Hope you don’t snore, Doll."

Despite your efforts there was no solution. The cuffs were far beyond ordinary restraints. No brute force, no backdoor override, no simple trick was going to free you. And with Bucky’s metal arm restrained, even he wasn’t willing to risk hurting you to break them.

Which meant you had no choice but to wait for Tony to take a look.

And that? That was going to be a problem.

By the time night fell, exhaustion was settling in. You both managed to find a somewhat decent place to rest- an old, creaking bed in a safehouse nearby. The mattress was thin, the sheets smelled vaguely of dust and damp, but it was better than nothing. But sleeping while attached to Bucky Barnes was proving to be a nightmare.

“Stop moving,” you grumbled, trying to get comfortable without your arm getting yanked.

Bucky exhaled through his nose. “Kinda hard when you’re sprawled all over me, Doll.”

Your cheeks burned. “I’m not- ”

But you were.

There was no way around it- his arm was wrapped around you, keeping you pressed against his side. Every shift, every twitch of his muscles, sent a jolt of awareness through you. The heat of his body, the solid weight of him, the sheer size of him against you…

You tried to shift away, but the cuffs made it impossible. Every tiny movement just pressed you closer, your body molding against his like a puzzle piece that fit all too well. You could feel the way his chest rose and fell, steady, unbothered- while your own breath was coming far too fast for comfort.

“This is ridiculous,” you muttered, twisting slightly, only to freeze as Bucky's grip instinctively tightened around you.

“Doll,” his voice was low, rough with sleep, “if you keep wiggling like that, neither of us are getting any rest.”

Heat flared in your cheeks. “I’m not- ” But you were, again, shifting just enough to feel the tension coiled in his muscles, the slow flex of his vibranium fingers resting against your waist.

You swallowed hard, willing your body to ignore the way he felt against you. But it was impossible- the warmth, the solid weight, the steady, controlled power that had you feeling far too aware of every single breath he took. You could smell him, the faint traces of sweat and gunpowder mixed with something unmistakably Bucky.

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Just go to sleep.”

Silence stretched between you before Bucky let out a slow chuckle, the vibrations rolling through his chest, through you.

“Whatever you say, Doll.”

And somehow, despite everything, you did.

You blinked awake, mind still foggy. The sky outside the safehouse window had shifted to muted shades of gray, the first signs of dawn creeping in through the thin curtains. The air was thick with early morning stillness, broken only by the soft creaks of the old bed beneath you. As you stirred, trying to shift into a more comfortable position, something stopped you.

Something warm. Solid. Heavy. The unmistakable weight of an arm draped over you, pinning you in place. Not just any arm- his arm. The hard, unyielding pressure of metal wrapped around your waist, anchoring you to him even as he slept. The sensation was grounding and suffocating all at once, leaving you hyper-aware of every shift, every breath, every slow, unconscious squeeze of his vibranium fingers against your bare skin.

But it wasn’t just his arm. Sometime during the night, you had gotten tangled together, his leg slipped between yours, pressing up against your crotch in a way that made your breath stop. The pressure, subtle yet insistent, had you far too aware of how sensitive you felt, of the heat pooling low in your belly. The way your body responded, the way the tension in the air had shifted from mere discomfort to something else entirely.

You tried to move his hold was  unyielding  so you shifted back.

Only this time your butt was pressed firmly against something unmistakable.

Bucky was hard.

Heat rushed up your spine, your senses suddenly painfully aware of everything- the solid warmth of his chest flush against your back, the slow, deep rhythm of his breathing, and the way his hips had begun rocking against you, even in sleep.

You swallowed hard, torn between panic and something far more dangerous as another slow, instinctive roll of his hips sent a spark of heat straight to your core. You should move- you should wake him up- but then a quiet, needy sound slipped from his lips, muffled where his face had buried against the back of your neck.

His vibranium hand flexed, the cooler metal splaying over your stomach. Skin to metal. Your shirt had ridden up during the night, leaving you bare beneath his touch, and when his thumb brushed the soft skin just beneath your ribs, your entire body tensed. A shiver rolled through you, unbidden, and that’s when you felt it-

Your own arousal.

The ache that pulsed in time with the steady press of his body against yours. The sharp awareness of how easily, how seamlessly, your bodies fit together, the tension stretched so tight between you it felt like a live wire.

You needed to wake him up.

But trapped as you were, there was no room to press your thighs together- only to shift, just barely, along the firm muscle of his leg between yours. The motion sent a ripple of sensation through you, what had you done in the night that had gotten you as wet you were becoming. Shifting your hips again trying to do something to make it better- Bucky growled.

His nose brushed against the back of your neck, breath hot, lips so close to your skin. His hips pressed against you again, slower, deliberate, sending a shockwave through your already tense body. His grip on your stomach tightened, just enough for you to feel it, to need more.

Then came the sharp, teasing graze of teeth against your nape.

His voice was hoarse, rough with sleep and something else entirely when he muttered, “Stop moving, Doll. You’re making it worse.”

His breath fanned against your skin, sending another shudder through you, and suddenly you weren’t sure who was torturing who.

You stiffened, before trying to move away.

"I just- "

"Said stop moving." His grip tightened, pulling you back against him, his leg pushing up harder, and you swallowed the moan that nearly slipped past your lips.

"Been teasing me all damn night in your sleep."

"I didn’t do a thing.”

"Really?" His breath was hot against your ear, voice rough and edged with something dangerous. "'Cause I can smell it, you know..."

Your stomach flipped. "What?"

Bucky's fingers flexed against your bare skin, his tone dark with amusement. "You. Been leaving little wet patches on my leg with all your grinding…"

His words sent another wave of heat through you, your breath hitching as your body betrayed you yet again. Bucky hummed, his lips grazing your neck as his grip on your waist tightened. "Drove me crazy, y'know. All those little sleepy moans while you were riding my leg. Thought I was imagining it at first, but nah- " his teeth nipped at the delicate skin just below your ear, making you jolt, "- you were using me, weren’t you?"

"I wasn’t- "

"You're always such a brat in the field, you a brat in the bed, too, Doll?" His voice was smug, teasing, completely in control now. Your fingers clenched around the cuffed hand as he slowly dragged it down your stomach, his movements deliberate, testing. You tensed, instinctively trying to pull his hand back up, but the metal was unyielding. His fingers merely flexed beneath yours, a silent warning that he could take control if he wanted to.

"Don't get all shy on me now, sweetheart…" Bucky murmured, his lips tracing a slow, heated path down the side of your throat. "Not after all the trouble you've already caused."

Bucky's hand cupped you through your pants, his palm pressing against the damp fabric, making you gasp. A dark chuckle rumbled against your neck as he felt the heat radiating through the thin material.

"Undo your pants," he murmured, the command cutting through the thick haze of tension.

You found yourself shifting, your own shaking fingers undoing the button and pulling down the zipper, Bucky’s hand sliding in without hesitation. The sensation made you arch, your body betraying you as his fingers made contact. A little whimper slipped from your lips before you could stop it.

"All that grinding made you all ache and sensitive, Babydoll…" His metal finger barely pressed your underwear against your swollen clit, the faintest amount of pressure making your breath stutter.

Bucky hummed in satisfaction, his fingers starting a slow, teasing circle over the fabric still covering you. "Bet you've been dripping for me all night," he murmured, his lips tracing the shell of your ear. "So wet and needy, and you don’t even wanna admit it."

His hand slid further, fingers pushing past the final barrier of fabric to find you bare beneath, slick and ready. He groaned at the feel of you, his grip tightening as his fingers slipped through your wetness, coating themselves in evidence of your arousal. "Fuck, sweetheart… you're soaking."

A strangled sound caught in your throat as his fingers circled your clit, the cool contrast of metal making you shudder. You tried to resist the pleasure flooding through you, but Bucky was relentless, keeping you spread open with his thigh between yours.

"Bucky- "

"Shh, sweetheart. Just let me feel you," he whispered, voice thick with desire. His hand moved with intent now, slow and devastating strokes that had you trembling against him. "That’s it, good girl… just like that."

His fingers slid lower, teasing along your folds, gathering the slickness that betrayed just how much you wanted this. A wicked smirk ghosted across his lips as he pressed against your entrance, just barely dipping in before pulling back, his touch agonizingly light.

"So sensitive," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. "So fuckin’ wet for me."

You let out a strangled moan as his metal finger circled your clit again, more pressure this time, more purpose. Heat coiled low in your stomach, each slow stroke sending sparks of pleasure racing through your veins. Your hips moved before you could stop them, chasing the friction he so cruelly teased you with.

"That’s it, sweetheart," Bucky coaxed, voice laced with dark amusement. "Knew you wanted this. Knew you couldn’t resist."

You barely had time to bite back another moan before he flipped you onto your stomach, his grip firm as he pressed your cuffed hand down against the mattress. His free hand slid to your hip, tugging your pants lower, the cool air ghosting over your bare skin making you shiver.

The bed creaked as he moved behind you, the unmistakable sound of his belt being undone making your breath hitch. The rasp of his zipper sent anticipation curling through your spine, the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress keeping you exactly where he wanted you. His own pants coming down, the clank of his metal belt

"Been waiting for this all night," Bucky murmured, his hand smoothing over the curve of your ass before squeezing. You felt your hips raise back to meet his hand, instinctively seeking friction, rubbing against the heavy, hard length pressed against you.

He groaned at the contact, his breath coming out harsher as he gripped your waist, his flesh hand against your skin. "That’s it, sweetheart," he muttered, grinding his cock against you slow and deliberate. "You want it, don’t you?"

You barely had time to answer before his free hand slid between your thighs, fingers teasing along your already slick folds. "So fuckin' wet for me," he groaned, his touch purposeful as he spread your arousal with slow, torturous strokes. "Bet you were dreamin' about this, weren't you? Ridin' my leg, gettin' yourself all worked up..."

Your breath stuttered, a whimper slipping from your lips as he pushed a finger inside you properly, curling it just right, making your body jolt. The pleasure was overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once.

"Bucky- " you gasped, barely able to form the words as he worked you open, his touch both devastating and precise.

"Yeah?" His voice was low, teasing, his breath warm against your skin as he pressed another finger in, stretching you further, our cunt clenching and holding onto his fingers. "That feel good, sweetheart? You gonna admit how bad you wanted this?"

Your fingers curled into the sheets, a desperate moan slipping from your lips as he thrust his fingers deeper, stroking the spot that had you trembling.

"Fuck- Bucky, I- " you tried, but your words cut off into a whimper when his thumb circled your clit, sending another wave of pleasure through you.

"That’s it," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "Let me hear you."

Bucky chuckled, dark and pleased, withdrawing his hand only to replace it with the heavy press of his cock against your entrance. "Gonna take my time with you, Doll," he murmured, voice thick with hunger. "Gonna stretch you open nice and slow... make sure you feel every inch."

And then, with a deep, steady push, he sank into you, stretching you inch by inch, until there was nothing left between you but heat, pressure, and the raw, unrelenting pleasure of being completely, utterly filled.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, the weight of him making it impossible to properly move. Your walls fluttering around him as you let out a soft whine.

Bucky’s fingers tightened against your hips, his breath ragged against the back of your neck. “That’s it, not so sassy now, are ya baby?” he murmured, voice thick with amusement. His thrusts deepened, each roll of his hips sending pleasure spiking through you. “Just needed my fat cock to make you behave.”

A choked moan escaped your lips, your body arching instinctively, pushing back against him. The stretch, the pressure- it was too much and not enough, and you couldn’t stop the desperate sounds spilling from your throat.

Bucky chuckled darkly. “Fuck, listen to you,” he groaned, his pace picking up, the slap of skin against skin echoing in the room. “Moanin’ like a needy little thing. Thought you hated being stuck with me?”

You couldn’t even answer, couldn’t form words between gasps and whimpers.

“C’mon, sweetheart, use your words,” he taunted, his flesh hand slipping beneath you, fingers finding your clit. “Tell me how good I feel stretching you out.”

Your breath hitched, your back arching as pleasure ripped through you. “Bucky- I- fuck- ”

He groaned, thrusting harder, deeper, hitting that spot that made you see stars. “That’s it, take it, baby,” he rasped. “You’re so fuckin’ tight- so fuckin’ perfect wrapped around me.”

Your body clenched, heat coiling in your belly, the pleasure unbearable as his fingers worked you mercilessly, pushing you closer to the edge.

““Gonna come for me?” Bucky growled, his grip on your waist tightening. “Gonna soak my cock like a good girl?”

Your breath hitched, your body tightening around him, the pressure building unbearably fast. His fingers on your clit never relented, pushing you closer and closer, his thrusts turning sharper, rougher, until it was too much-

The pleasure crashed over you in a blinding wave, your cry muffled into the pillow as your body convulsed beneath him. You clenched around him, squeezing him so tight he let out a strangled moan, his grip on your waist turning bruising.

“Fuck- just like that,” he groaned, his rhythm faltering, his body seizing as he drove into you one last time before he buried himself deep, spilling into you with a deep, shuddering groan. The heat of it sent aftershocks rippling through you, your body still pulsing with the remnants of your orgasm as he slumped over you, both of you panting, sweat-slicked, and utterly spent.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of your ragged breathing, the weight of him pressing you into the mattress. His breath fanned over the back of your neck, warm and uneven, his heart hammering against your spine. Neither of you spoke, your bodies still tangled, still connected, the cuffs a firm reminder that there was no pulling away just yet.

Bucky chuckled breathlessly, his lips ghosting over your shoulder as he murmured, “Guess being stuck together ain’t so bad after all, huh?”

His words sent a lazy shiver through you, but you were too boneless, too utterly wrecked to argue. Instead, you let your eyes drift shut, exhaling slowly, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back.

Yeah, you were definitely in trouble.

By the time backup arrived, you were fully dressed again, but nothing about the tension had faded. If anything, it had settled deeper. The flight home was quiet, and you were quiet too.

Bucky hadn’t let go of you the entire time. His fingers brushed your thigh every so often, casual, like it was nothing. Normally, you would have said something- told him to quit it, nudged him away- but right now, your brain was too hazy, too fluffy to form a real thought. The ache between your legs made every small movement an unspoken reminder of where he'd been, of what he'd done.

You kept your eyes on the window, forcing yourself to breathe, to act normal. But in the reflection, you saw it-

Bucky watching you.

That same small, satisfied smile on his face.

As the jet touched down, Bucky finally pulled at the cuffed connection, his vibranium arm giving a gentle but insistent tug. Your gaze snapped up, attention pulled from the window as your fingers instinctively curled into your lap.

"On your feet, Doll. Don't wanna keep Stark waiting."

"Yes, Sir." The words left your lips before you could even think about them, your breath hitching the moment you realized what you’d said.

Sir? When had that slipped into your vocabulary?

Bucky’s smirk deepened, though he didn’t comment, just gave a slow hum of amusement as he stood, the cuffed hand ensuring you followed right after. Blinking, heat creeping into your cheeks, you cleared your throat and got to your feet, falling into step slightly behind him as you made your way toward Stark’s lab.

Tony raised an eyebrow at the sight of you and Bucky, still cuffed together. "What the hell happened here?"

"Long story," Bucky muttered, avoiding your gaze, though his grip on the cuffed hand lingered a second too long before finally letting go.

Once the cuffs were finally removed, you should have felt relief. Should have been grateful to be free. But instead… you hesitated.

Bucky hesitated, too.

You both lingered, standing too close, the air between you charged with something unspoken. His fingers flexed at his side like he was fighting the urge to touch you again, his jaw tightening as his gaze flickered over you, lingering on the places he'd marked just hours ago. And for one, sharp moment, you thought he might- might say something, might pull you back in, might remind you exactly how good you felt under him.

But then, he just smirked. Slow, knowing, dangerous.

"Don’t think this means you’re off the hook, Doll."

Your breath caught. "I’m not?"

Bucky leaned in, his voice dipping into something husky. "Not even close."

His eyes held yours, heavy with meaning, and your stomach flipped, heat flooding your face and running down your chest. You swallowed hard, your pulse hammering as he finally stepped back-

But instead of leaving, he gave your cuffed hand a light tug, guiding you toward the hallway. "C'mon, sweetheart," he murmured, his smirk deepening. "Think it's time I take you somewhere a little more comfortable."

Your breath hitched, your body still too warm, too sensitive from everything that had happened. "Bucky- "

He shot you a look over his shoulder, teasing but firm. "Unless you wanna sleep alone tonight?"

A nervous giggle bubbled up before you could stop it, and you cleared your throat, shaking your head as he led you toward his bedroom.

[innonurse]

Smart fitness startup EGYM raises $225M

- By InnoNurse Staff -

The Munich-based company's offering includes a line of connected hardware (its own gym equipment), software (apps and diagnostics to measure and optimize how people work out on EGYM's and other connected fitness equipment), and a corporate health network with more than 2.5 million users called Wellpass.

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[victoryai]

1ST HOUSE RULER IN THE SIGNS

Today, we just gonna deal with 1st Lord in the signs, it don matter If your 1st lord is sun or moon (that's not what I'm dealing with). What im dealing with now is the sign which your 1st lord is and that sign can be in whichever house.

Instead of focusing on the 1st lord planet, were focusing on the sign its placed in. Clear??

🔭1st Lord in Aries ♈: You naturally have a sharp personality. You are someone who is able and willing. Someone with a mind of his/her own to make decisions. Someone with a temper, somewhat harsh at times 😂. I'd define you as a go getter never giving up so easily. Also possessing a face card that is hard to forget

🔭1st Lord in Taurus ♉: You are someone with a somewhat refined personality, calm and grounded. With a love for luxury and comfort, money is a necessity!!. Tendency to gain weight easily cos you take in a lot of calories 😉.And you easily get too attached to material things.

🔭1st Lord in Gemini ♊: You are a swift person both mentally and physically. Multitasker is your second name. With your ardent style of communication, you can win over the hardest hearts. You are inclined to study anything interesting that crosses your path.

🔭1st Lord in Cancer ♋: You are a private person, preferring to keep to yourself most of the times. Family oriented and caring. Likes to have a house and a home all in one . Someone who understands the meaning of emotions. Very close to Mom at times

🔭1st Lord in Leo ♌: I'd describe you as a person of the moment 😆. Someone with a zeal to live life to the fullest. A bright personality. A lover of attention . Stealing the spotlight everywhere you go with your childlike energy. Taking pride in being your true self. And having all the crushes to yourself 😡

🔭1st Lord in Virgo ♍: If I met you five years ago I'd testify that you still look same even today. You possess that forever young look . You might look petite but you are internally loaded with alot of info. An analytical mind is part of your inbuilt characteristics. You tend to argue your way out of chaotic situations 😂.

🔭1st Lord in Libra ♎: That feminine energy is very noticeable 😉. The way you walk, talk, move is an evidence of balance and charm . The rate at which you steal hearts is alarming 🚨. You're a people's person, someone who loves to walk with people rather than alone.

🔭1st Lord In Scorpio ♏: No doubt you're a secretive person. You're always evolving and adapting. Someone who easily benefits from others in one way or the other. An deep epitome of mystery and beauty. Do I smell deep pockets? 🤑

🔭1st Lord in Sagittarius ♐: At first glance most people will testify that you look like a learned person, even with your somewhat funny face card 🤣. You might be a huge person, or tall. With the urge to explore, you might travel frequently or live in a foreign land for long

🔭1st Lord in Capricorn ♑: You always have this serious look on you, sometimes unintentionally too. Lord!! You guys have a nice face structure and an amazing jawline 🥺. Not very handsome/beautiful in teen years but always the prettiest adults!. It's normal to experience frustrating delays or blockages in younger years because Saturn wants you to earn it and that's the trick that makes your successes last.

🔭1st Lord in Aquarius ♒: There's always something so unique about these ones. A unique face card . They're very innovative and so into tech things. Also there's something weird 🥴 about these guys. Honestly 1 in a 1,000,000. Plus, they also have certain ideas that they hold close to their heart🤔.

🔭1st Lord in Pisces ♓: There's that softness that most people can perceive around you. Your aura is like..................🤔 that of a fallen angel. These ones can easily zone out 😴 while talking to you. I guess that's because they're more immersed in other realms. Tendency to get addicted to an activity. Very poetic in nature. And dreams a lot 😉

©Victoryai

[drchristophedelongsblog]

The issue of equal access to care for older people compared to the working population is complex and raises significant challenges.

Here are some things to consider

Access to care and age-related discrimination 

There are concerns about age discrimination in health care.

Some studies suggest that older people may not receive the same treatments or interventions as younger patients, particularly in resource-limited settings.

Age stereotypes can influence medical decisions, sometimes leading to an underestimation of the health needs of older people.

Factors influencing access to care

Comorbidities

Older adults often have multiple health problems at the same time, which can complicate treatment and require more complex care.

Fragility

Frailty, a decrease in physiological reserve, can make older adults more vulnerable to complications and limit treatment options.

Geographic access

Older adults living in rural or remote areas may have limited access to specialists and health services.

Socio-economic factors:  Economic inequalities can also influence access to care, particularly for expensive or non-reimbursed treatments.

Developments and improvements

Efforts are being made to improve access to care for the elderly, particularly through the development of geriatrics, a medical specialty dedicated to the elderly.

Telemedicine and tech-age technologies can help improve access to home care and reduce geographic inequalities.

Awareness campaigns aim to combat age-related discrimination and promote a more equitable approach to health care.

Tech age as an asset

The aim of the tech age is to facilitate home care and relieve pressure on hospitals.

This allows elderly people to maintain a certain autonomy, and makes it easier to monitor the progress of their health.

In conclusion, although challenges persist, progress is being made to improve access to care for older people. It is essential to continue to promote an equitable and personalized approach to care, taking into account the specific needs of each individual.

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[livvyliveslife]

14 Habits to pick up for 2024 ✨

1 - plan tomorrow, today - outline tasks and priorities for the next day before going to bed 2 - set a timer for breaks - use a timer to ensure that short breaks don't turn into extended distractions 3 - quick digital detox - step away from electronic devices for 15 mins to clear your mind 4 - limit screen time before bed - reduce screen time at least 30 mins before bedtime for better sleep 5 - visualise success - picture achieving your goals to enhance motivation and focus 6 - declutter for 10 mins - spend some time decluttering to feel a sense of accomplishment 7 - learn something new - dedicate a short time to learning a new fact, skill or concept daily 8 - positive self talk - replace negative thoughts with positive affirmations throughout the day 9 - tech free meal time - enjoy at least 1 meal a day free from electronic distractions 10 - quick physical activity - squeeze in a short burst of physical activity - like a quick workout or a brisk walk 11 - set daily goals - outline specific, achievable goals for the day to stay on track 12 - prioritise one task - identify and focus on a single priority each day for increased productivity 13 - hydrate first thing - drink a tall glass of water right after waking up to rehydrate the body 14 - morning stretches - incorporate a brief stretching routine to boost energy