#luce-ing

[taehyungfirst]

did u see the cheeky fist bump between tae and joon?? It was soo cute. glad they have got each other there. Tae’s bread cheeks were so visible, baby was happy 🥹

nooo I didn’t see it, kinda sad they got separated now ):

One thing about Taehyung he’s always gonna have his bread cheeks 😭😭😭😭

[ladamedusoif]

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(Joel Miller x disabled F!Reader)

Pairing: Joel Miller x Disabled F!Reader

Summary: "I just don't think she'll be able for patrol". But then it's just you, Joel, and your trusty walking stick in the middle of nowhere...

Content/warnings: Reader is disabled (she has rheumatoid disease/arthritis in addition to panic attacks, she uses a walking stick as necessary); Reader had a sister; Reader is an art teacher; strong violence; blood; description of panic attack; references to impact of chronic illness and disability; references to medication; references to disease and death; non-canon compliant; Jackson!Joel; strong language; ableist language and abusive language

Rating: Mature; 18+ MDNI

Word Count: ~3.7k

A/N: After making a plea earlier in the week for people to actually write disabled Reader fic, as opposed to forcing writers to feel they have to tag literally everything in an able-bodied Reader story, I knew I had to put my money where my mouth was as a disabled, neurodivergent writer with various mental health things going on here and there. And this one-shot is the result.

This one is a little personal. I was diagnosed with rheumatoid disease about ten years ago, and Reader’s experiences are informed by my own (though, thankfully, I haven’t had to contend with an apocalypse that meant I couldn’t access the medication that has kept me going). She’s also inspired by @agentjackdaniels, who acted as consultant extraordinaire on walking sticks and panic attacks, and suggested the Joel picture for the moodboard. Thank you, Luce, for this, for fighting the good fight for representation in fic - and for beta-ing the story. 

(A note on terminology: rheumatoid disease/arthritis are sometimes used interchangeably. ‘Arthritis’ often sounds like it’s ‘just’ osteoarthritis to people who don’t know the difference. Rheumatoid, unlike osteoarthritis (which is shitty in its own ways), is a systemic, lifelong, chronic illness and an auto-immune disorder that affects the entire body, not just bones and/or joints. So personally I use ‘rheumatoid disease’ as it conveys more of the impact of the condition. It's also often seen as an 'old person' disease but this simply isn't true - not that this stops mobility aids being modelled by people in their 80s all the time...)

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Dividers by @saradika - moodboard by me

You weren’t supposed to make it.

Twenty-odd years in the apocalypse with your fucked-up joints and no steady supply of the meds that kept you going, pushing through the cycles of fatigue, and fighting off your own goddamned immune system as much as you were fighting clickers and raiders. 

You really weren’t supposed to make it. But you had Annie.

You were sharing an apartment when the outbreak happened, a quirk of shitty personal circumstances - she’d just broken up with her long-term boyfriend - that probably helped save your life. Annie was the all-action sister - the kind of person who thinks there’s nothing weird about spending your weekends doing triathlons and “Tough Mudder” challenges, who had a perfect bill of health your entire lives, who bounced out of bed in the mornings while you cracked and creaked and stiffly manoeuvered yourself into being. 

The good days generally outweighed the bad in the years between your diagnosis with rheumatoid disease and the initial outbreak - or maybe you had just gotten used to the aches and pains and the occasional flare-ups of fatigue. You invested in a walking stick to help on those days when mobility was particularly bad: solid, heavy, and carved in a pale yellow wood. It felt like a comfort in your hand, more a sign of strength, to you, than of weakness. 

Annie helped you through the panic attack that consumed you on outbreak day, working with you to regulate your breathing and relax your tense muscles until you could finally say what was on your mind.

“My meds. What am I going to do without my meds?”

Nothing a quick smash and grab at the local pharmacy couldn’t fix. It was the first of many, stockpiling the little yellow tablets you relied on and taking as many packs of over-the-counter painkillers as you could carry. Useful currency in the apocalypse, as it turned out.

All-Action Annie was never going to cope with life in a QZ. She got the two of you out after months of planning, nights of whispered talk about a town out west that was normal - or something close to it, anyway. She hadn’t entertained your protestations about you slowing her down, holding her back.

“You think I’m leaving behind a girl who’s so handy with a weapon?” she’d teased, pointing to your walking stick. “Be real. We’re busting out together.”

The infection took hold in her about three days from Jackson. Fuckin’ barbed wire, tearing a jagged line through Annie’s hand and leaving behind an old-fashioned kind of threat to life, the kind penicillin had mostly dealt with. But that was then. This was now. 

She died in an abandoned farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, you holding her hand until the end, talking to her about your childhoods and trying to keep smiling until she closed her beautiful eyes. 

It took all your strength to dig her grave. And then, somehow, you found more.

You weren’t supposed to make it. But you did. 

Jackson stands before you. 

He sees you for the first time in the community dining hall, talking animatedly to Maria as you hungrily devour the food set in front of you. Eyes wide, face grubby, clothes ragged. Half-wild, he thinks, like most of the new arrivals. Like him and Ellie, once upon a time. He returns to his bowl of soup and his own thoughts - at least, until he’s interrupted by Maria.

“Joel? Want to introduce a new member of the community, just arrived.”

He doesn’t quite know why he’s surprised when he realises you’re leaning on a sturdy hand-carved walking stick in a solid, light yellow wood. Maybe it’s because he knows how physically hard it is to get here. Maybe he just assumed folks who needed a stick wouldn’t have been able to manage the journey. 

For a second he can hear Sarah’s voice in his head, chiding him for focusing on what a disabled person can’t do instead of what they can. 

“Joel?”

He snaps out of his reverie and looks from Maria to you. “Uh, hi. Sorry, just…sorry. Forgot my manners.”

“I was just saying how glad we are to have someone who can offer some art education in the town, isn’t that right, Joel?”

Your eyes are warm and mischievous as you meet his gaze, silently conveying your amusement at Maria’s rather brusque manner. It’s all Joel can do not to laugh.

“Sure is. You’re an artist, then?”

You shake your head. “Not a real one. I was an art teacher, before. Long time since I created anything, though, so I hope I remember how.”

He smiles softly, his gruff exterior receding a little. “Bet it’s just like riding a bike,” he says, before his face falls as he looks at your walking stick. “Oh, shit. Sorry. I didn’t mean… Shit. Hope I didn’t offend.”

“As it happens, I can ride a bike, Joel. The apocalypse just doesn’t give me much cause to.”

You leave him with a smile and a wink as Maria ushers you to meet other townsfolk. He watches you as you walk away, the tap-tap-tapping of your stick beating out a new rhythm in the heart of Jackson.

You think of Annie every morning when you wake up in the little house you’d been assigned. Sometimes, as you potter around the kitchen, still revelling in the novelty of making yourself morning coffee for the first time in two decades, you even talk to her. You tell her about the town, the townsfolk, your work in the community vegetable garden, your art classes. 

“Honestly, An, you wouldn’t believe how popular they are,” you tell the Annie who, in an alternate universe, is sitting at the kitchen table with her own mug of coffee. “I’m setting up extra sessions to cater for demand.”

There’s something uplifting in how hungry the people of Jackson are to make art, no matter their experience or existing skill level. They’ll draw stuff from memory, they’ll dutifully work on a still life, they’ll even traipse outside with you, wooden sketching boards in hand, and make rapid-fire sketches of the goings-on on Main Street. 

Joel doesn’t join a class - but the teenage girl Maria refers to as “Joel’s kid” does, all potty-mouthed and enthusiastic and pretty damned talented, to boot. Ellie tells you how she’s pinned up the drawings she’s proudest of in their home, “like our own fuckin’ art gallery or some shit.” 

You pull up a tall stool and sit beside her, resting your stick over your thighs. “Joel’s got his guitar and those dumbass model figures he paints,” she continues, leaning around her easel and squinting at the woman who’d volunteered to act as a life model for this week’s classes. “But this shit? This is real art.” She adds a little highlight to the woman’s sweater and leans back to assess the work.

“You probably got exempt from patrols, I’m guessing. On account of the stick, an’ all.”

“Maria asked, and I signed up happily. I got all the way here, didn’t I? I’m sure I can manage patrols. And it’s the least I can do - they’ve even found me some of the medications I need.”

Ellie nods, somewhat convinced, and returns to sketching out the contours around the model’s jaw.

The day of your first patrol arrives. You bundle up and set out early for the stables, allowing extra time to get there on account of the flare-up you’d been experiencing the day before. 

You arrive early - just in time, in fact, to overhear a heated conversation between Joel and Maria.

“She’s doing enough, ain’t she? I just don’t think she’ll be able for patrol.”

“You’ve seen her out and about, Joel. She’s mobile. She’s competent. She’s good with the horses. She got all the way here, the last stretch on her own. What more proof do you need?”

“You’re seriously gonna send a woman with a walking stick out on patrol?”

“I seriously am. Sent you and your bad back out, didn’t we?”

“That ain’t the same and you know it.”

“Just saddle the horses, Joel. And, in case you’re wondering - yes, I paired you together deliberately, just until she gets settled.” You hear her footsteps recede as she leaves him.

You had misjudged how much your already-limited grip would be further impeded by the gloves you’re wearing. The stick clatters to the ground.

“Who’s there?”

You emerge from the shadows. “Me. Sorry.”

Joel rolls his eyes and gruffly points out the tack and supplies.

The first patrol passes in silence. You wonder what happened to the softer man you’d caught a glimpse of the first day you arrived.

On the second patrol, you ask him questions about himself. On the third patrol, he asks (fewer) questions about you. By the fourth, you’re having something approximating normal conversation. 

“Sarah loved to make all kinds of stuff,” he ventures, leading the way on his chestnut horse. “Those beaded bracelets, that girly Lego in the pink and purple, all of that. My girl had enough Magic Markers to supply a whole elementary school. Maybe two.”

You can hear him smile, even without seeing his face. His shoulders relax a little as he recalls the memory.

“So she was a creative kid?”

“Creative, sporty… she could do anything. Made the school soccer team, she was so proud. Just a…” He pauses. “A great kid.”

There’s a few beats of silence, punctuated only by the sound of the horses snickering and the steady rhythm of their hooves on the ground. 

“What about your sister, was she arty like you?”

You’d told him about Annie on the last patrol. This was the first time he’d asked about her explicitly.

“She was the sporty one. I think that’s why I survived so long, truth be told. She was so strong and fast and tough as fuck.”

He chuckles, the burr of his voice resonating in the cold air. “Sounds like a good balance, though.”

“It is - it was. Was.” Your voice grows quieter as you repeat the word to yourself, chest starting to tighten. The horse slows, responding to the tension of your body, as Joel continues to trot on, not realising you’ve come to a halt behind him. 

And then the tell-tale snapping of a twig, the sound of footsteps, and the realisation there’s someone else there, emerging out of the woods. Two someones. 

Raiders. 

The panic attack that has been building inside you gives way. An innate fight or flight response kicks in as you roar his name. 

Joel turns and charges back towards you, just in time to see you take out one raider with a crack shot from your pistol. He slows the horse and readies his rifle, staring at the other man who is now trying to haul you off your mount.

“Get the fuck off me, motherfucker!” You flail against him, desperately shifting your weight to the other side of the saddle to try to shake him off. 

Joel takes aim. 

You think you’ve kicked the raider off. And that’s when you hit the ground.

He can’t take the shot now, not with her half-hidden from his view and audibly fighting off the man who’s dragged her to the ground. Joel is still a little distance away, slightly too far to see exactly what’s happening. 

Why didn’t he hear her slowing? Why didn’t he realise she was further behind than she ought to be? Why did she slow in the fuckin’ first place?

Joel quickly dismounts, rifle in hand, moving closer so he can get a clearer shot at the guy who’s now standing over her. The horse’s elegant neck obscures the raider’s hands from Joel’s vision - he has no idea if he’s pointing a gun at her or not. 

He thinks he has a clear sight on the guy’s head, provided he stays in the same position. He readies the rifle. 

Suddenly, the raider disappears, letting out a primal roar before he hits the ground. 

“You fucking cunt!”

Joel can see she’s standing now, the man prone before her. As he rounds the horse he sees her lift her cane, hands securely gripping the pointed end of the stick. 

She brings the solid, weighty handle down on the raider’s leg with a sickening crunch. Even Joel recoils a little at the sight and the sound.

“F-f-fucking…c-c-cunt!”

Thwack. The other leg. 

Fuck. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

”Keep calling me that, and I’ll keep the blows coming.”

Holy fuck. Who is she?

”C-c-c-cripple.”

”Excuse me?”

The raider props himself up on his arms. “I said, cripple. Fucking crippled cunt.”

“You shut your fuckin’ mouth.” Joel cocks his rifle. 

The stranger sneers at Joel. “Awww, he’s actin’ the big man now. Weren’t too quick gettin’ back down here to save your cripple woman, were ya?”

Before Joel can react, she swings her stick over her head and brings it down on the man’s skull with a furious scream that seems to come from the very depths of her being. 

She screams and screams as she hits him, over and over, eyes wild in her blood-spattered face. Joel recognises this: in himself; hell, in Ellie. It’s the moment when the floodgates open and all those years of pain blend together and zone in on this convenient target, an avatar for everyone and everything who had forced loss and trauma upon you. 

He roars at her to stop, but knows she can’t hear him. It’s just her and the raider, now: her rage and fear and grief finding their expression through a walking stick turned cudgel.

A single shot ends it. She turns sharply, as if snapped out of a trance, and sees the smoke leaving Joel’s pistol. 

“Hey. Hey. You alright?” His broad hands grip your biceps as he looks into your eyes.

Yes, you tell him, yes. You’re fine. But Joel keeps asking. 

“Talk to me. Are you okay? I’m worried about you. Please, just talk to me.”

You are moving your mouth, but no sound is coming out. The familiar vice is tightening around your chest. You look down at your blood-stained hands and you struggle to breathe. 

“‘M dying, Joel. Can’t breathe. All the blood. So much. Why can’t I breathe?”

Oh, he realises with a pang. She gets these things too. And I know how to help.

“You’re okay, you hear?” He’s rubbing your arms gently, keeping his gaze on you. “You’re alright. Breathe along with me, okay?”

It’s difficult to find the rhythm, at first. Joel’s hands find yours and squeeze them in time with his breath.

”In through your nose, that’s it. Slow and steady. Now out through your mouth.”

He can see your muscles starting to visibly relax. A wave of relief courses over him.

”Yeah, that’s it - you got this. You got this, good girl, you’re just fine. Gonna be alright.”

When he’s confident your breathing has settled and the panic attack receded somewhat, he gently guides you away from the body of the dead raider, one hand holding your horse’s bridle and the other holding yours. 

“Why don’t you have a seat for a minute, huh?” Joel gestures to a long, low tree trunk lying near the forest’s edge and opens his saddlebags, rummaging until he finds a cloth, a battered hip flask and a bag of dried apple slices.

”Here.” He wipes the blood as best he can from your hands and proffers the flask, settling his substantial frame beside you on the log. “Have a sip or two, just to relax you a little bit more. Got a snack, here, too.”

You flinch at the taste of the liquor, but take a second sip regardless. The apple slices barely taste of anything in the afterburn of the moonshine. Joel nibbles on some jerky and stares into the middle distance. 

You take a break from patrol, agreed with Maria, and a few days off your art classes. It was tempting to keep going, to return to the light and airy studio and to your students. But you feared a relapse.

And your body needed to recover physically, too. You ached from head to toe, fingers and toes puffy and swollen and movement seriously restricted. You ration out the supply of medication you’ve secured since getting here, and use hot water bottles and plenty of rest to try to ride out the flare in your arthritis.

Three days after the incident, there’s a knock on the door. You hobble to answer it, leaning on your trusty stick for support.

”Came by to see how you were doing. Got you some things if you needed ‘em.”

Joel is standing on your front porch, holding a jute grocery bag. He pauses, as if waiting for you to give him permission to say more.

”That’s so very kind of you, Joel. Come in, won’t you? I was able to set a fire so it’s nice and cosy.”

He watches as you lead the way into the living room, noting how much slower you were today. Guilt laps at his conscience. He said she shouldn’t go on patrol. He knew.

”You want me to bring these into the kitchen for you?”

“That would be a great help. Thank you.” He’s glad to see you smile, after the trauma of the patrol. “If you want a drink, I’ve got some tea and coffee in the cupboard just to the left of the sink.”

He pops his head back into the living room. “What would you like?” 

“A tea would be perfect. Mugs are in the cupboard to the right.”

You wrap yourself back up in your blankets on the couch, making room for Joel when he returns with the drinks and a couple of cookies, sent over by Ellie as part of his care package for you. The mug feels like a comfort in your aching hands, its heat assuaging the inflammation ravaging your joints.

He sips his coffee and you sit in silence for a little bit, watching the flames dance over the firewood. 

“Have you, uh - you been okay, doing okay, since…”

Joel stares into his coffee cup and then looks at you, a little awkward. You smile, hoping to reassure him.

”I’ve been okay. Just the physical pain and exhaustion, mostly. And - well, you saw it. The panic. It can leave you drained.”

He nods and takes another swig of his drink. “I know. I - I’ve had times like that, too. Real fuckin’ scary, when you’ve never gone through it before.”

You study his face for a moment or two, noting the little scar on his temple, the lines on his face, the stern expression completely undermined by the warmth of his deep brown eyes. For an instant, he seems so vulnerable, this strong, tough man sitting on your little couch. 

“I haven’t had an attack like that in a while. But then, I hadn’t done anything like that in a while.”

This time Joel turns to look at you properly. “Not your first rodeo, huh?”

You giggle at the turn of phrase. “Not quite. Let’s just say my stick did a lot of work over the last twenty years. He wasn’t the first to feel the brunt of it.”

Joel nods, and you feel strangely relieved that he doesn’t seem surprised. “Doesn’t get easier, though, does it?”

“It does not. Which is why it’s better to avoid having to do it.”

”I agree. Gotta say, though, I - I was worried you wouldn’t be able for patrol, y’know?”

You arch an eyebrow at him. “I know. I overheard you, remember?”

He blushes. “Aw, shit. Yeah. I’m sorry about that. I just didn’t want anything happening to you, what with your - condition, and all.”

You sigh softly, not really noticing the affection in his voice. “Most of the time, I’m fine. Y’know? I’m slower, but I do okay. I get tired more easily, but I manage. I didn’t come here to be a drain on the community.”

”You aren’t.”

”I know, but I want to keep it that way. I want to pull my weight. I’m able, Joel.”

He huffs in agreement. “Not like I’m a perfect specimen these days, either. Knees, fuckin’ back, deaf in one ear…” 

You chuckle. “And you thought I wouldn’t manage patrol? Anyway, you’re not doing so bad, are you?”

He gives you a little smile, but that constant sadness still haunts his eyes. He stares at his coffee for a moment.

“You knew what you were doing, though.”

”I did. But I didn’t feel like I could stop.” You sip your tea, swallowing hard. “And I’m scared that makes me some kinda monster. You know?”

Oh, he knows. He knows it too well.

”You aren’t a monster.” Joel resists the urge to put an arm around you. “You just… something snapped, I guess. All that - well, all that hell you’ve gone through. It… it changes you. But it doesn’t make you a monster.”

He realises you’re crying before you do, spotting the fat tears that roll down your cheeks. He finds a clean handkerchief in his jeans and offers it to you. 

Fuck it. 

“Can I - can I put an arm round you? Just for some support?”

Your eyes light up, tears or no tears, and you nod enthusiastically. Joel is warm and comforting, his broad chest and strong arms a kind of anchor in the emotional storm. You nuzzle against him, and he gives you a little squeeze on the arm.

”You’re a really brave woman, you know that?”

His voice is quieter, more intentional. You look at him quizzically from under your lashes, unused to praise of this kind. For an instant you think about asking him what he means. But the safety you’ve found in the broad arm draped around you is all you need right now. 

You nuzzle a little against his chest, and watch the fire dancing for the rest of the night. 

[bronx-bomber87]

Hello there lovely Fandom. Three eps in already what a trip. Once again did my best to keep this brief, concise but hitting on stuff as I watched it. Given up on the gif library till the summer so just my handmade ones till then ha lets get going.

6x03 Trouble in Paradise

Mmmm hello jammy's Tim I love you so. Asking her if she’s slept at all? Looking too damn attractive leaning against her door frame. She also looks adorable in her morning attire as well. Poor Lucy so stressed about the oral exam and friggin Primm. What a dick throwing out her cookies.

God I love Tim trying so hard to control her spiral about it. Saying she can only control herself. Trying to pry the highlighter away LOL He is giving her solid advice and she just isn’t about it lmao Poor man. I get it when I’m in my own anxious neurosis I’m same way as Lucy.

Tim tapping out knowing she won’t take a break. Knowing a lost cause when he sees one. I love her only doing so when he gives up. Chasing after her man and the shower he’s gonna take. Heh Hello shower sex. Welcome back. That’s a good break Lucy haha I'm jealous. Mmmm Tim is a glorious study break and stress reliever. I can't wait for the fic's spawned out of this moment.

How did Lucy end up in a room with Smitty practicing her oral exam? LOL He doesn’t have the worst idea about Primm have to say....Tim getting distracted by Lucy’s practicing with Smitty in the other room when he should be focusing. Loved this.

Knowing he needs to intercede when he can but barks at Celina to set up the shop first. Yum. Smitty giving her the details on Primm lmao Lucy getting excited cause she’s a dog person too haha Me too Luce me too. Tim interrupting asking WTF is going on? I’m dying.

Smitty says he’s helping her with her exam. So proud of himself. Tim asking her if this falls in line with not over preparing? It does not... Lucy deflecting saying it's Smitty though. Lmao poor guy. Tim forcing her to take a break with him and Celina. Love this. The birth charts comment oh Timothy I love you so much.

Heh I’m going to love this trio I can already tell. Also Tim saying ‘Juarez’ getting me all in my feels. God will always love Eric’s inflection makes me all feral. Lucy watching from the back seat with affectionate heart eyes. This is gonna be good.

Lucy of course brings up Aaron and how awkward it currently is. Tim immediately pulling over and scolding her I’m rolling. Lucy isn’t wrong he didn’t say boys LOL Be more married you two my god. Adoring this ep so much. Getting back to their banter in this one and I'm here for it.

Mmm loving that Metro Call sign. Idk why it's so attractive to me but it is. Love Tim and Lucy side-barring about this dude and his "Amnesia." They are Co-T.O.'ing in this episode and I'm loving sfm. Also always love me a height difference shot. Look at them. Good stuff.

Tim’s being utterly over this guy is hilarious as they interview him. (Lack of person space too. Forever love this) Eric killing with the expressions per usual. Lucy of course has the reins for this interview cause Tim wants to pop this guy ha. Classic Tim/Lucy. She is the empathetic one and Tim is doubtful af. 'Grumpy x Sunshine 'at it's finest in this moment.

It is delightful to watch Lucy tag along while he’s in T.O. mode. She is enjoying herself haha The heart eyes as she watches him in action making my shipper heart happy. Although her stepping in when he’s sweating Celina is too hilarious. God I love we are in this place with them. She can step in and gives Celina a break and Tim won't eat her.

Then she continues on to give him crap for not giving her any praise. Wifey being extra wifey in this moment. Oh my word their banter after Celina leaves. My heart. ‘Have I not softened you at all?’ Oh you have Lucy. The man went from granite to butter. Just continually shows you Lucy was always different. He doesn't treat any other boot like he did her.

Oh my god he looks sinfully delicious getting dressed while she’s waking up. Scruffy and in a black shirt. I’m fanning myself. Oh my lord. I wanna climb that man like a damn tree. Those buttons are meant to be ripped apart and off him. Phew lord. What a view to wake up to. Also never be over him just always having stuff at her place. Basically living together *screams into pillow* That sweet smile of his too good lord I'm faint. God he loves her so much. Just exudes out of this man in the smallest ways like this.

That black shirt he’s buttoning up mmmm making all kinds of feral with seeing part of his chest. He is so confident as he speaks about her resting. No regrets letting her sleep in. I bet you he watched her sleep for a bit before getting ready fully*happy sigh*. My god the looks he gives her when she thanks him. I cannot. This was such a lovely moment till she gets a text her test was in 20 minutes…..

Poor Lucy of course she’s the last one in. This made me so angry to watch her waiting. Hate this Primm putz so much. Stresssssssss watching this entire scene. Oh my lord. Hate Lucy having to defend herself to this prick. Of course he brings up the 6x01 crime scene bleh. I think she defended herself pretty well IMO. I was on edge and anxious as I watched this unfold. Feeling sick for her and angry too. Her career has been exemplary. Wanted to protect her from this absolute BS assault on her.

This scene GUTTED me. The music plus Melissa's expression I wanted to cry for her. Hug her. I knew when Grey walked up it wasn't good news. Ughhhhhhhh 17 blooody 17... I'm so angry for her it’s insane. What a shit Primm is. Like that man didn't benefit from that 5 player trade she did. My rage knows no bounds for her in this moment. Melissa's conveying so much in this moment. Well done madam. Nolan gets everything handed to him she fights tooth and nail and gets screwed for helping the man she loves out. I’m livid for her. Sure the depths of my anger will be more detailed in my summer review. For now I want punt Primm into the sun.

17th sucks a lot. If that score is combined with her written. Maybe she did over prepare. Or it's a mixture of that and her Oral not going well due to Primm. Either way it sucks. I will say I love this puppy of a man. He wrote a 7 on the award afterwards. Just to make her laugh. My damn heart. Upped his romantic game so much for her. He got this BEFORE she passed. So convinced she would be number one.

Look at the smile on Tim's face as he hands her it. He's so happy he's made her laugh. Even before they were together he always took it upon himself to make her feel better. He has sharpened that skill ten fold since they got together. Her Metro joke is cute haha Joking right back feeding off his energy. Love this. Look at her at the start of the scene and the end of this portion. He got her in a much better mood.

I love how sincere he is when he says yes he thought she’d be first. Of course he did. He believes in her SO MUCH. Why the lie detector got it wrong in that regard. This man loves you so much Lucy. She doesn't have an ounce of regret for that 5 player trade. Not once has she voiced that or hinted at that. In this moment all she can think about is how she disappointed him. The sweet kiss after he tells Lucy she could never disappoint him. *heart clutch* How far we’ve come people. Still blows me away. Lucy saying how cute the award is. It really is.

God damn I love how this relationship has made Tim so adorably romantic and soft. He's her marshmallow. Tim is so proud of himself for doing good with this. I’m beaming from how cute this moment is. The heart eyes as she tells him he did a good job. I’m dying. Friggin love this ship so much everyone. Makes my heart so happy he’s there to pick up the pieces. Makes her smile and laugh after a crushing defeat. Look at this goober of a man. Getting her to laugh and lifting her up at the same time. It’ll be interesting to see where Lucy goes after this.

Sucks she was sabotaged but a new career path might not be worst idea? I feel slightly relieved this SL of the exam has gotten its conclusion. Might not be the one we wanted for her...but I am excited to see where this goes for her career wise. It's Lucy whatever she puts her mind to she will dominate. I do love this final scene so much. How much lighter I felt after it. Gave me all the feels in best way. Look at our babies figuring out life together. I love them so much. Sucks we won't have anything for 3 friggin weeks but I understand with only having ten eps to play with.

~~~

Side notes-non Chenford

Gonna be real honest could care less bout Nolan and his honeymoon. Snooze fest nation. Never been a huge Bailey fan. I was always a Grace fan personally.... Also them touching everything without gloves WTF LOL

Poor Aaron and Celina so awkward. Hope they inch back toward their original friendship.

Only good thing about their honeymoon is Harper and Angela showing up like BAMF's.

Love Grey checking in with Tim about Lucy and Celina. Their friendship is a dark horse. I love it when we get it. Underrated gem.

[dearweirdme]

hiii~~ i wanted to say that i love your reasoning. Been reading for a few days your blog and gosh, it must be so tiring..

also isnt shipping supposed to be fun? something that you do in your free time which brings you joy?. I dont understand why people try to prove and show to others that their ship is real or involved romantically, by also bringing down the fans.

i am an ot7 and taekook enthusiast. I simply just love them all dearly. I never saw the need to make someone like what i like or think that my ship is the best. I assume there is more to this beef than i know however i just wanna say that, there's no need to fight. Fighting is what causes hate in this fandom and antis. There's no need to prove that your ship is real. Even if u are right, u wont know unless they want u to know. If you have fun with a certain ship, let others have fun with theirs.

There are so many ships in bts that do have content so imagine if every shipper would come forward and try to make everyone ship the pair by trashing on your daily dose of happiness. That's counterproductive. Anyways, have a great day everyone ^^

Hi @luce-ing !

Sorry for responding late!

It should be fun, definitely! There’s serious sides to this as well ofcourse.. but I’d say most of us do get enjoyment out of this.

The fighting isn’t great, I agree. And it should definitely be possible for all shippers to just enjoy their ship.

I like to have a level of realism. Which is why I take into account other ways of reasoning. A lot of misinformation or loss of context is actually because people never look further than their own ship. But, discussing those things do come with some.. harsher wordings at times.

Nice to see you here, and I hope you’ll keep enjoying your ship 😊

[architekturbanistik]

Neues Bauhaus Museum Weimar - 2. Preis ex aeqou

Internationaler Wettbewerb mit 536 Teilnehmern, 2012

2. Preis ex aequo (1. Preis wurde nicht vergeben)

Entwurf: Klaus E. Krauss, Berlin

mit Rolf Kursawe, Köln und

Dipl.-Ing. Rolf Teloh (urban essences, Berlin), Dipl.-Ing. Anette Hartung ( Lichtplanung Hartung, Köln), Dipl.-Ing. Johannes Römer (Thor Bauphysik, Bergisch Gladbach), Dipl.-Ing. Frank Luckau (Luces Ingenieure, Pulheim), Dipl.-Ing. Kim Leiermann (KL Brandschutz), Studentischer Mitarbeiter Christian Wabbel

Weimar besitzt eine einzigartige Sammlung zur Vorgeschichte, der Geschichte und Nachwirkung des Staatlichen Bauhauses, das hier 1919 gegründet wurde. 1995 konnte ein provisorisches Bauhaus-Museum in dem von Clemens Wenzeslaus Coudray errichteten Gebäude am Theaterplatz eingerichtet werden.

Der Wettbewerb dient dazu, für das neue Bauhaus-Museum und für das städtebauliche Entwicklungspotential des Standorts die beste Lösung zu erhalten. Der Neubau des Bauhaus-Museums Weimar ist Teil des Masterplans ›Kosmos Weimar‹ der Klassik Stiftung Weimar.

“Der Entwurf … schafft einen gelungenen Zugang zum Park. Die markante Museumsgestalt wirkt stärker in den Stadtraum und wird durch die geschickte Staffelung lang gestreckter Baukörper bestimmt. Mehr noch lebt der Entwurf von den Qualitäten des Innenraums. Der zentrale Innenraum bildet ein differenziertes, eigenständiges und attraktives Angebot für das Neue Bauhaus-Museum.”

(Auszug aus dem Juryprotokoll)

Beim VOF-Verfahren erhielten die Drittplatzierten des Wettbewerbs Frau Prof. Heike Hanada und Prof. Benedict Tonon den Zuschlag zur Ausführung ihres Entwurfs.

[missr3n3]

(You cannot escape this now)

Quick overview for beginners!

Volumes 1 and 2 are just the main protagonists, aka the lovebirds, meeting each other and the start of their slow burn romance, with Cairyx-kun being the more extroverted but who we later learn keeps some secrets, and Luce-kun being the more introverted and reluctant to open up, but by the middle of volume 2 they both accepted they've fallen in love, but now the hard thing between them is who will have enough courage to confess first

After one of them finally confesses in the final page of volume 2, which I won't say who it was so you can find out for yourself, in volume 3 the other accepts but the problem is that Luce-kun feels unworthy of Cai-kun's affection because, as is revealed later, he is an orphan and he was the one who caused his family's deaths, so he feels that Cai-kun deserves someone who isn't a murderer. Fortunately, Cairyx-kun understands and explains that Luce-kun couldn't possibly be a murderer since what happened was an accident, and that he'll still love his goat boyfriend no matter what

Pretty kawaii end to volume 3, but in volume 4 the drama continues, as Cairyx-kun's family do not accept of his relationship with Luce-kun and it is revealed that Cai-kun is actually already promised in marriage, something he never told his boyfriend. After many ups and downs, this entire stunt finally ends when Cai-kun's promised husband breaks off the engagement himself, as he wishes to live his life by his own rules and respects that Cai-kun wants to stay with the person he truly loves. This volume ends on a bittersweet note, as Cai-kun's family ends up disowning him, but he and Luce-kun overcome it because they don't need someone else's approval to love each other

Volume 5 is much more about our favourite couple fighting against prejudice from others in regards to their different species romance, which had already been seen in the previous volumes, except that in this one it gets much worse, but they do have some people who support them and they are able to keep moving on

In volume 6, our lovely couple move in together and eventually start planning on adopting a child, something the both of them want very much, and it is also heavily implied that one of them wishes to propose, though again I won't say who. Turns out that adoption is a bit of a no-no in this society, but since a guy can't get another guy pregnant, it's their only option. The final chapters of this volume end with them visiting the children's home, with a bit of a special emphasis on a specific boy, who is obviously going to be the child they're gonna adopt in the future

The newest volume 7 gives us an even closer look at their relationship and adoption plans, and the partner who wishes to propose also begins to build up courage, until by the end of the volume, after a romantic dinner date to celebrate having been accepted as possible adopted fathers, said partner finally does propose, but sadistically we're left with a cliffhanger on whether or not the other said yes, though I think we all know the obvious answer

About the anime adaptation news, the release date hasn't been fully confirmed yet, but the production team has confirmed that they plan on the first episode having 20 minutes in total, which is around 3 to 4 minutes less than most other animes, but it's good news nonetheless

aaahh the memories getting to relive the gripping plot of this manga! the way i was absolutely squee-ing like crazy at the confession scene! so kawaiiii >w<

[chans-room]

Assign an idol to the song and explain why

A. DK

B. Key

C. Jeonghan

D. Changbin

E. Mingi

Killing in the Name

You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison

Brain Stew

Come Out & Play

Hump de Bump

And yes, I am still waiting to hear about YOUR Saltburn au

I’m sorry this took SO long Luce 🫡 I meant to just pair songs and people and explain why but then bc I am ✨mentally ill✨ I started brain fic-ing (can you tell I came from the era of song fics?)

also the saltburn au is coming I’ve just been possessed by demons and I’m writing too much now

Killing in the Name - Jeonghan

Okay so I will admit im not the most adept at svt but im getting there!! And Jeonghan has always given me Lowkey anarchist vibes + social non-conformity in a way. But as for the fic concept: sorta apocalypse au? where you happen to meet the young revolutionary Jeonghan and fall in love with him while overthrowing the corrupt government. You both struggle to stay alive and stay together while on the run and doing your most to help create real change in the world. Unfortunately, you both die for the cause but you are venerated like saints by the revolution and your friends rebuild the world in your honor. 🫡 Love that for you.

Brain stew - Mingi

Brain Stew is actually one of my fave Green Day songs, and it unfortunately gives me Mingi vibes. I know he’s no stranger to depression central. So my initial thought was college au where Mingi gets overwhelmed by everything halfway through the semester and kinda ✌🏼 dips ✌🏼 on all his obligations, and his friends, and pretty much everything. He feels really alone and isolated and ends up in some community servers where he’s anonymous, not necessarily talking or trying to reach out but interacting here and there. But he ends up really connecting with someone who he lets in, and they end up encouraging him to take better care of himself, to seek help, and to really start living again. He recovers from his depressive episode and starts to thrive. Really just Mingi centric hurt/comfort vibes ☹️❤️

Come Out and Play - Changbin

Okay this one was kinda hard, but the vibe of the song was very Changbin to me. So it’s giving like opposite sides of basically a mafia war, and Changbin is caught in that cycle of violence. You try to convince him that it doesn’t need to be like this, that there are no real differences between him and this supposed enemies, and to help him see the pointlessness of the violence but he can’t see it until it’s too late. Ambiguous ending that flashes forward to a funeral — is it his or is it yours? No one will ever know. Wow this is suddenly giving R+J lmao

Hump De Bump - DK

I love songs about fucking lol the vibe reminds me of like a 1950s au where high school kids go to the popular makeout spots to fuck and keep getting caught by cops or parents or priests lol and you and him have to carefully evade all those adults in order to fool around in peace. Super light hearted and kinda rebellious and fun, exactly what I think of when I think of DK 🖤

You Know What They Do To Guys Like Me In Prison - Key

Songs about crime and questioning your sexuality while ruminating on the inevitability of death? ✨Key vibes. ✨ The fic would focus on him in prison, navigating the fear and hopelessness while struggling with his attraction to a new friend/fellow inmate and wondering if that means all the crimes he’s committed getting to prison were in vain bc he did them to get his lover back from the dead. But he ends up lighting the prison on fire and sacrificing himself to fill his quota. No one knows if he succeeded in bringing them back or if he was reunited with them in death.

[444names]

french forenames + brythonic deities + the entire wikipedia article on the list of rulers of wales

Abie Abled Ably Abruter Absouis Acces Acelly Adienine Adochavic Adogillon Adome Aelly Aeri Aerred Afte Allanus Allethern Alsher Alst Amedint Anal Ance Andafab Andetut Andrélic Angs Aniffers Aninge Anoweed Anown Anthrie Ançoine Aphinger Aprin Aproc Aray Arite Arthernus Arthill Ascrince Auddowers Aurnmette Bable Batre Befew Beger Belf Bely Bent Bere Bers Betwen Bledd Bles Blynllydd Bodraf Brarly Bras Brein Briales Brienty Brin Bring Brint Brish Bros Brough Buri Bush Buxen Buxove Cadaricel Caday Cadd Cadedince Cadenry Cadove Cadr Cadric Cadwrce Carawdwal Carine Carly Carn Casguy Cast Cell Cernus Chaver Chenetel Ciddia Cielydd Cien Cittel Clarna Clasgilia Claufate Clogitie Clywgo Cléa Cléath Clémed Clémie Clémyr Cogus Colaill Cons Corgain Cormadfed Coution Criceing Crok Curpentuc Cyndanny Dael Daeth Dafted Dander Ddandoms Dduis Ddured Ddyn Deanorch Dech Decrone Dection Defordin Dehenly Demon Dent Dept Deputions Dermers Dingdoms Diumed Doclast Dowrgaine Drandu Durych Dyfnwald Dyfwr Dyne DynFaws Edethory Edylog Efed Eils Eineviève Einger Einèsed Eporic Erbette Ested Exil Eximette Exis Fabus Faerverme Faliern Febelph Feberien Ffews Fich Figilip Flon Foebruly Foli Folwy Fonad Forawdwys Forwelp Fraw Frens Fris Gail Gainie Garius Gedie Gedine Gent Geoune Gers Gine Ginge Gint Gion Gise Gocédréli Gook Gookel Gords Gorvel Gradfenyr Gred Gremere Grus Grégiocis Gwynly Gélindine Hanus Haëll Heig Heine Heive Hene Hern Hers Hert Hicting Hile Hilywr Hippe Hipt Hoach Hoatch Hown Hugoc Husucim Hyfers Hywes Hywys Iddy Ieucharde Ieude Ieuder Ined Inem Ingdovic Inged Innuell Innydd Iromarche Ithenes Jach Jacidie Jeadfanus Jeas Jeater Jeavets Jecame Jocelyn Jondŵr Josed Jule Jérès Karie Killor Kince Kinch Kinck Kinderry Kindes Kiner Kinglaund Kins Knoton Lain Lane Latter Latut Latutimos Lissa Llywenice Losébarca Luce Léme Macquete Macquetwo Madig Madrown Maimed Mance Mandog Mannus Manuethue Manus Mara Mard Marts Mationt Mech Mectis Meigankno Mennusen Metthed Meuafyn Meuc Meuretus Molle Mons Mors Motertia Muron Muryfnwas Myrn Méliet Nalia Nalles Nartuely Natiove Natopped Natrenie Naum Nawg Neste Nothéo Notrochn Noval Nowel Olia Oliad Onyf Orguis Orieures Ormarn Pariael Paty Pent Pers Peste Peturydd Phiech Plasce Pledd Plind Porth Prientria Prils Prise Priso Prita Pritin Pron Putiocum Ragai Ratives Read Reanden Rech Recheyrn Reilst Reirkeve Remog Reque Rewdws Reximon Rhurey Rhus Rhylative Romicolin Rorfydd Rotain Ruff Rules Rulialod Rulins Rusech Sagn Sagragnis Sambis Sece Seed Seirèsed Seized Seliaeled Seperign Septe Septirely Sermin Sevelp Shig Shim Shiriete Sold Soleaved Souis Sourps Stater Stic Stis Stranevir Subjeangs Suce Suzannuse Sébarle Séven Séveris Talexanex Teis Tewd Thearad Thed Thenry Ther Thern Therta Thorthef Thos Thran Ting Tione Toino Tophimue Torgancle Trette Tric Tried Trin Tuded Twel Tywg Undepor Unknos Uporther Usece Valor Vannwg Vançoings Veds Vern Vidige Vindamile Vium Vius Vive Vortine Wald Walitine Walled Wassylle Wely Whiered Whowin Whowy Wory Yverme Yvolwy Éliallywg Élien Élionia Émerne Étatyl

[catcze]

no worries!! (this is og ship anon btw) also i thought of another cute game after watching some halloween tiktoks- this time, assign your nonnies a genshin date and a spooky activity for them to do! no pressure as always ^^

Hi love !! And oooooo thank you once again 💕💕💕 giving u a bunch of smooches rn og ship anon 💕

Kinda short this time bc I’m making these on mobile and I have longgg ass claws on lmao— can be taken as romantic or platonic !! Tried to go with characters diff. than my anon’s main faves, ykyk

LUCID ANON

For Luce, I’m doubling down on saying that she’ll spend her Halloween with sucrose 😌 like, I really tried to think, but I really feel that Luce would have one of the best times hanging with Sucrose! I think that they’d spend their time handing out candies to kids, actually! Because I can totally see Sucrose stirring a cauldron prop with mist coming out of it while Luce makes a whole spectacle for trick-or-treaters with spooky hand gestures and dramatic ‘ooooooo!’-ing as she reaches into the cauldron to get the candy!

BEANS ANON

For Beans, I can see them hanging out with Heizou! Deffo can see them in matching detective outfits too, you know?? They’d both go so hard for their costumes, man. And it might be a little on the nose, but I can see them going to a halloween themed escape room! Whether they go as a pair or in a group with friends is up to them, but 100% these two would probably be hard-carrying solving all the puzzles.

🧡 HONEY ANON

I think that Honey would have a fun time hanging out with Thoma! The two of them just know how to have a fun time and to always keep things exciting, yk? I can see them going to a spooky amusement park, too! Somewhere with fun little stands and games to play, with a hall of mirrors and a roller coaster and everything. And I can see them buying fun Halloween-themed cotton candy, too!

🔫 ANON

Deffo !! I can so see 🔫 anon hanging out with Hu Tao for Halloween !! Like like, the vibes with those two are immaculate and I just KNOW these two would be so super duper into the Halloween season. For what they’re gonna be doing— honestly it’s a bit hard to answer because I can see them doing a bunch of stuff, but I’m gonna have to say that I can see these two going into a haunted house attraction! They’d have fun and I feel like even though these two might get spooked out a bit, that they’d end up laughing and enjoying a lot of it yk??

[highlordofkrypton]

listen i love your tamsand but i think you need to step up your tamcien game.

by which i mean pls do with them what you do with them so i can be happy for my babies while myself miserable

(this is a bad joke pls ignore ily post whatever i don’t even mind having my feed ft.ing more orphan bats and their himbo loves)

hmm, a real fan of my writing would know that I have been stepping up my tamcien game in the sweetest ways 🤔 perhaps YOU are the impostor here!!!

I guess I'm just gonna have to spam some cosmogeny spoilers to see if you're a real one! It's not even their fic, and yet... you would know the Tamcien that looms above us all.

CHAPTER 28

Only once had they ever caught a Suriel. They were just little faelings at the time, playing in the forest and making fun of the human hunters and their traps. They were playing pretend, and the Suriel they had caught was nearly as young as them. They had asked the only question that matters to children: will we be friends forever? Tamlin must have forgotten the riddle; he’d said it was annoying and complicated, but Lucien—Lucien had figured it out. The answer was neither ‘yes’ nor ‘no’, but that they would have to choose to find each other. Their friendship had slipped between their fingers once, before Tamlin was sent to war, and Lucien had desperately pulled at that weak thread when he needed to be saved. Lucien chooses Tamlin now and forever, if only to repay him for being good to him time and time again. Tamlin’s goodness has always outweighed his mistakes.

CHAPTER 32

“Is this what happens when I leave you two alone? You forget each other?” Andras motions to Lucien who’s standing, wide-eyed and in shock. His father is dead. Just like that, their grounds are splattered with bits of Beron. “Lucien needs you. Go. I’ll trade you answers if you do well,” he winks, and steps back to make room. He stands beside Commander Tormoid and nods at Tamlin encouragingly. “Andras?” “Chop, chop, to Lucien you go!” Tamlin gets up, but he can’t stop… staring. How is he back? Still, he moves towards his fox, and pulls him into his arms. Tamlin hugs Lucien tightly, cradling his head as he holds him close. He closes his eyes, and asks the breeze to carry the soft soothing scent of lavender in the air. “I’m sorry, Luce,” Tamlin mumbles against his temple. “I should’ve stopped it.” It takes a moment, but he feels Lucien wrap his arms around him and hug him back. His friend’s shoulders shake softly as he finally lets out all the pain he’s been holding in ever since he left the Autumn Court.  “I can go back. I can go home. I can visit her grave.” Pain rears its head at the thought that this isn’t Lucien’s home. Tamlin knows Lucien has kept his emotions guarded; his love for Jesminda killed her, and his affections for Tamlin turned Amarantha’s gaze on him. He understands, and for once, he swallows his own hurt to offer his friend support. He holds him as long as he needs, breathing in his warm scent and letting the weight of another person comfort him too. (How long has it been since he was last held like this?)

And I can't believe you forgot the Tamcien that was mentioned coming up for Kinktober. I was gonna preview that, but... you don't believe in me 😞

The Tamcien is Tamcien-ing so hard, they're in fics they're not even supposed to be in!!!

[taehyungfirst]

im so sad so here i am. i got to watch the last two eps of their documentary and sheeet when im telling u my heart hurts for Tae. they really made him look so isolated from the whole group and he barely got screen time. i just dont understand why 😭😭😭

Hi!

I haven’t watched the latest eps, I just saw clips here and there… was it bad? Because he already gets bare minimum screentime normally, so how bad was it this time? WE ARE TIREEEEEDDDDDD 😭

[stillucestore]

✨ Blow Me Up: La Luce Innovativa e Divertente! 🎈

Immagina una lampada che puoi gonfiare e posizionare dove vuoi! Blow Me Up, creata da Theo Möller insieme a Ingo Maurer e il suo team, è tutto questo e molto di più.

Quando la ricevi, è arrotolata in una lattina: basta gonfiarla e trovare il posto perfetto per installarla. La striscia LED con interruttore sensoriale irradia una luce piacevole e diffusa, perfetta per ogni ambiente.

📍 Versatilità senza limiti: montala a parete, appendila al soffitto, o lasciala semplicemente sul pavimento. È la soluzione ideale per spazi informali e contemporanei.

Porta un tocco di originalità e design nel tuo spazio con Blow Me Up. E tu dove la metteresti? 💡

Con Blow Me Up e tutta la Collezione di Inge Maurer puoi aggiungere al tuo carrello HAPPYSTORE codice sconto per i nostri primi 14 anni 🎉🎈 E se cerchi le lampade con i palloncini avrai un ulteriore extra sconto in aggiunta al coupon.

La Casa comincia dalla Luce.

[ofdrivensnow]

📞 - Livia @snowalwayslandsontop

send “📞” to receive a drunk phone call from my muse.

"Livviia, y' need to list... listen to me. All of this is jus' a lieeee." he drunkenly groaned, confessing it felt like relief even if come tomorrow morning he'll want to run from it ever happening. But right now, it felt like a BURDEN had released from the heavy weight bearing down on his chest. Smiling sloppily at the relief and the sound of whisky in the bottle he was holding sloshing at his side before expressions dropped. "All jus' a lie 'cause I need someone. Elssse. I neeed to know. I need this- this girl ... Luce Gray, to be with her again. But you're jus' in my wayy. Cause I want Lucy Grabe," So drunk he couldn't even pronounce her name right, digging his fingers into his hair and skin, heavy tears wrecking his brain apart and staining down his cheeks from bloodshot blues. "I don't even know whyy you're still beinggg here, cause- I jus' really don't like you Livia. I never have and the- only reason 'mm keeping you around. It needs to be Luce Gray, though. It's s'all I think of... really," he chuckled dryly, "Making my Luce Gray, jus' mine again. So do you understandd Livi-via? Do you? Or would you like to keep pretendd-ing you're just as worthy as Luce Grace is?" he angrily hummed before he rambled more slurred words, "Or maybe you should do your best to act more like Lu-cy Gray." @snowalwayslandsontop

[editorialstaff2020]

Secondo il Prof. Lanzafame, le agenzie di consulenza sono i catalizzatori essenziali per la Transizione Energetica delle aziende: supporto imprescindibile per intercettare i fondi del PNRR e RepowerEU

[psychical-researchs]

Nel trattato scientifico "La Teoria delle Apparenze", lo scienziato Ing. Marco Todeschini spiega e dimostra che il sistema nervoso e gli organi del corpo umano ed esso connessi, sono strutture e apparati azionati da corrente elettrica. Gli organi di senso funzionano quindi come degli oscillatori che entrano in risonanza quando sono colpiti da sollecitazioni continue o alterne (vibrazioni) dello spazio esterno, trasmettendole al cervello tramite le linee nervose.

Viene così ribaltata la concezione della fisiologia classica che suppone i nervi conduttori di stimoli nervosi di oscura natura mentre invece, in condizioni di inazione degli organi di senso, i nervi relativi sono percorsi da corrente elettrica.

Inoltre, si conferma la concezione che gli organi di senso non ricevono né trasmettono al cervello sensazioni di forza, elettricità, suono, calore, luce, sapori, odori ecc. Come sarebbe altrimenti possibile spiegare che una protesi elettro meccanica impiantata possa trasmettere sensazioni?

Non è più logico considerare gli organi di senso come captatori di vibrazioni che trasformate e inviate al cervello come impulsi elettrici vengono successivamente elaborate "solo" dalla psiche? Queste affermazioni ci costringono a ritenere che l'organismo umano e quindi anche il sistema nervoso rientrino in un concetto di pura fisica obbediente non solo alle leggi biochimiche ma in primo luogo a quelle dell'elettricità e del magnetismo. Secondo la Psicobiofisica l'organismo umano è visto come un sistema elettrico costituito da tre elementi principali: una pila per la produzione di energia elettrica costituita dal gruppo cerebro-spinale- un complesso trasportatore dell'energia elettrica costituito dall'insieme dei circuiti nervosi - un carico, cioè un gruppo di elettromagneti atti ad espletare tutte le funzioni meccaniche dell'organismo e identificabile nei tessuti muscolari.

[spiritismo-italiano]

Nel trattato scientifico "La Teoria delle Apparenze", lo scienziato Ing. Marco Todeschini spiega e dimostra che il sistema nervoso e gli organi del corpo umano ed esso connessi, sono strutture e apparati azionati da corrente elettrica. Gli organi di senso funzionano quindi come degli oscillatori che entrano in risonanza quando sono colpiti da sollecitazioni continue o alterne (vibrazioni) dello spazio esterno, trasmettendole al cervello tramite le linee nervose.

Viene così ribaltata la concezione della fisiologia classica che suppone i nervi conduttori di stimoli nervosi di oscura natura mentre invece, in condizioni di inazione degli organi di senso, i nervi relativi sono percorsi da corrente elettrica.

Inoltre, si conferma la concezione che gli organi di senso non ricevono né trasmettono al cervello sensazioni di forza, elettricità, suono, calore, luce, sapori, odori ecc. Come sarebbe altrimenti possibile spiegare che una protesi elettro meccanica impiantata possa trasmettere sensazioni?

Non è più logico considerare gli organi di senso come captatori di vibrazioni che trasformate e inviate al cervello come impulsi elettrici vengono successivamente elaborate "solo" dalla psiche? Queste affermazioni ci costringono a ritenere che l'organismo umano e quindi anche il sistema nervoso rientrino in un concetto di pura fisica obbediente non solo alle leggi biochimiche ma in primo luogo a quelle dell'elettricità e del magnetismo. Secondo la Psicobiofisica l'organismo umano è visto come un sistema elettrico costituito da tre elementi principali: una pila per la produzione di energia elettrica costituita dal gruppo cerebro-spinale- un complesso trasportatore dell'energia elettrica costituito dall'insieme dei circuiti nervosi - un carico, cioè un gruppo di elettromagneti atti ad espletare tutte le funzioni meccaniche dell'organismo e identificabile nei tessuti muscolari.