#not out of negligence or faulty memory

[lvstharmony]

I hope I don't sound stupid even as an adult.

It hasn't been three years fully since I talked to them, I seemed to have caught feelings for a mutual as they showed some level of interest in me. Now that I look back it I realize that my perception of the situation was very faulty: it was as if they were the world to me, but to them, I was just someone from the world.

I acknowledge my own incorrect understanding of the situation where my view of the situation and the matter in whole was bound by my feelings and emotions. It's my heart indeed, I don't want to beat myself up for it because it's the only "alive" part of my body, right?

I needed some closure that I craved in years, I boldly followed my instincts and went forth to talk to them again. It was, however, not so bold when they failed to recognize me: not even by the simple pseudonym I went with.

I'm left to think how delusional I was to ignore their red flags and believe that they changed—when, in fact, nothing came out of nothing. The same improper language and rudeness. It was like I didn't recognize this person, who used to feel like home, at all?

"But the heart has its own memory and I have forgotten nothing." (Albert Camus)

I pity myself in whole. I knew I was going to be wrong about them but my heart got too fervent about falling again, the closure was necessary to seal the wounds again for the last time so they heal. And I'm healing. Their existence does not bother me in the slightest, it's about me. My life is about my true identity and happiness. My peace.

Regardless of what I now see in hindsight, my heart bleeds to the thought that one person is so susceptible to forget a human so easily; so easily that that deep conversation at 3 a.m. can be swept away with the wind despite them heeding my words and following them as they were very true to them like biblical verses. How can one forget a lingering lesson at 3 a.m. that way? Did I not mean anything? Was I that negligible that they don't recall my name, at all?

My heart has its own memory and I haven't forgotten them yet, they've forgotten me because I was never in their heart in the first place.

What an eerie world to live in. Words hold so much value and don't hold anything—both at the same time. And the only thing that's pressured to not hold value about itself is my heart.

I wish sensory interaction wasn't the only way of leaving imprints on people, just for that imprint to be erased off by time.

When does the heart forget? The bruises, wounds, and sutures heal up...what about the forgetting?

When does the heart truly ever let the past be past and relinquish its reign over its memory? Is there an end to these nightmares, that were once daydreams?

When?

No, you don’t. Not to me. For I have been in your shoes one too many times before in the past.

I‘m glad to read that you’ve grown, and that you’re rather rationally emotional about it? I hope you can comprehend what I mean when I say that. You seem like someone who’s been quite patient with life, enduring distress over distress. So you indeed should not beat yourself up for it, it makes you human. We have to go through certain things to grow. Just like seeds, we must go through dark, cold and lonely times, so we can flourish and reach the sunlight, don’t we?

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Following your instinct and especially in that matter, was the right decision. For the other part: Wow, I understand how bad that must’ve stung. When our mind puts someone really high up our priority list and you realize that it’s one sided, that’s incredibly painful.

Maybe they were delusions, or maybe you were just blinded by the huge attachment you’ve had towards that person. Breaking it is a very hard thing to do, so do not be so hard on yourself anon. Not only that, even if the attachment wasn’t as strong as before, your brain remembers it and so there’s that hope that a person may have changed.

And hope is one tremendous thing, isn’t it?

Also, I once heard the sentence “It’s hard grieving someone, who’s very much alive.”, and reading your message reminded me of it.

But back to the following your instincts part. Like I mentioned, it was the right decision, because you definitely deserved the closure you were seeking for that long. It was definitely needed, so that it finally hit you that they were never meant to stay in your life, and that’s okay. But it was meant for you to reach out and feel what you had to feel; the shock, the pain, the realization, and everything else you must’ve felt. Them not feeling like home anymore, despite the pain, is actually a huge blessing. It allows you to move on and heal, and as I read further, you’re healing and I’m really glad to know you are. You deserve that, really. A blessing in disguise, for despite the healing, you’re emptying the space they’ve once resided in for someone else. For someone that will see you just as you see them, for someone who loves the way you love, and is deserving of you and your love. You really seem like a patient person, so keep going and have patience.

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Hm, I see. I actually think that your unconsciousness lead you to follow your instincts, you saying that you knew you were going to be wrong about them. To get the closure you were in need to, perhaps.

And yes, I get you. It may not be the person itself, rather the whole situation and the bigger picture.

It’s a hard thing to understand, and some things are ought to not be understood, unfortunately. And even if we tried, sometimes we just don’t understand things. All we can try to do is to not overthink it, it just makes us sick. Some things are better left untouched. A lot of things, actually, for our own peace of mind. You said it’s about your true identity, your happiness and your peace. Don’t self sabotage by repeating these questions in your head, for we won’t get the answers to everything in this life. For your own peace of mind, don’t try to cling yourself onto why people can and do what they do, it’s nowhere near in your favour. While you stress yourself, most of them just go on about their life. And I know that that’s exactly what stresses you. And that’s the hard part, to let it go.

However I do want to add that another reason we shouldn’t go that far into thinking, is, because no matter how obvious something appears, not everything is as we think it is. We will never truly know what the other person thinks or feels if they don’t tell us. Doesn’t matter how good your intuition may be, you can’t always be right every single time. We won’t know how much they remember, if they even remember, nor if they’d ever tell us. Everything has its reasons.

But to your other questions, they sound like ones you would scream into the void, not expecting a reply back in return, for you know the answer deep down. However, they’ve reached me, not the void.

A heart does not forget, specifically not the sincere ones. The heart carries an enormous weight, everything we’ve lived through laying piled up somewhere deep within us. Some are buried that deep, that we don’t remember everything. The heart forgets in three cases. When something didn’t mean as much to us (sometimes even unknowingly), when something that meant a lot to us gets replaced by something even more meaningful, or, when something meant too much. The agony of when something or someone that meant the world to us becomes a part of our past, is sometimes a lot to bear, so our unconscious protects us by locking it away somewhere deep down.

Your other question I cannot answer, as I’m looking for that answer myself.

Yes, there is. But the “When?” truly is a question you scream into the void.

Keep taking care of yourself dear soul.

[carsonwest]

ABOUT.

Name: Carson West FC: Mason Gooding Gender & Pronouns: Cis Man | He/Him Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Age & Date of Birth: 26 years old | June 7th, 1997 Where Do They Live: West End Time Living in Nashville: 26 years (minus college) Occupation: Firefighter/Paramedic Positive Traits: Jovial, motivated, outgoing, caring, easygoing, fair-minded Negative Traits: Overcompensates, prone to tunnel vision, more self-conscious than he lets on, sometimes overly talkative

QUICK FACTS.

Jeremiah West, Carson's father, is an executive at Applause Entertainment Group.

Carson likes cooking and often cooks for the fire house.

He's an animal lover. The fire house has a Dalmation named Roscoe who is their mascot and Carson loves him to pieces.

He completed his degree in Miami before moving back to Nashville to finish his certifications and paramedic training. He's been back in town about 3 years.

Carson played football in high school and college but he never intended to make it a career and always had his sights set on becoming a first responder.

CONNECTION IDEAS.

Siblings (adopted, but cousins by blood).

Friends.

Colleagues.

Know each other through Applause Entertainment Group where Carson's dad works.

High school classmates (would have gone to school in Nashville).

Met Carson when he was responding to an emergency, as either a firefighter or paramedic.

Flings, exes, etc.

They walk their dog in the same area Carson walks Roscoe the fire house dog.

BACKGROUND.

TW: Death, Building Fire, Parental Loss

Carson wasn’t born into wealth, but that didn’t stop him being lucky from a young age; at least, that was what people always told him. He was born Carson Scott. His father was a plumber by trade, hard-working and earnest. His mother came from a wealthy family, but while her sister, Carson’s aunt, married Jeremiah West, a wealthy record label executive, she had other plans. She fell in love and married outside her family’s approval, turning away from their money to forge a simple life.

Carson doesn’t have any real memories of his birth parents, but when he looked back into his family’s case years later, the reports said the fire was the result of faulty wiring. The building had dozens of violations and nothing was up to code. The landlord went to prison for negligence, but not for long enough, if you asked Carson.

Sixteen people died in the apartment fire, including his parents, but a firefighter managed to carry two-year-old Carson out wrapped in a baby blanket. That was where the ‘luck’ came in. To this day, Carson doesn’t understand how so many lost their lives and a child of barely two years old made a full recovery.

After the fire, his aunt and uncle, The West family, took him in and adopted him as their own. The Wests were always honest about his birth parents but he also got the impression they didn’t want to dive into the gritty details. It wasn’t exactly something happy to talk about at the dinner table, and with his birth mom’s side of the family, Carson always got the impression there was a little sorrow and resentment over things left unsaid, a loss they felt could have been prevented.

Carson had always had a vision in his mind of the heroes who saved his life, along with so many others. The family thought he would grow out of wanting to be a firefighter when he grew up. After all, that was just something kids said, right? They wanted to be a Firefighter. Cowboy. Race Car Driver. Then they grew up. With Carson, that desire never faded, and rather than Business Management, Politics, Law, he decided to get his Bachelor of Science in Fire and Emergency Services at the University of Florida, going on to complete his EMT Certification, Fire Suppression Certificate, and eventually his Paramedic training. His family insisted that if he was going to go into this line of work, at the very least, he was going to pursue it with as many qualifications as he could get.

Now, Carson is a fresh-faced young first responder stationed in his hometown of Nashville. He gets the feeling not too many people take him seriously, but just because he tries to keep a smile on his face and bring levity to his work, he’s determined to prove that doesn’t mean he’s a joke. After all, he’s always felt he has something to prove.

[nashvillehq]

name: Carson West gender & pronouns: Cis Man | He/Him age & date of birth: 26 years old | June 7th, 1997 where do they live: West End time living in nashville: 26 years (minus college) occupation: Firefighter/Paramedic

BACKGROUND.

TW: Death, Building Fire, Parental Loss

Carson wasn’t born into wealth, but that didn’t stop him being lucky from a young age; at least, that was what people always told him. He was born Carson Scott. His father was a plumber by trade, hard-working and earnest. His mother came from a wealthy family, but while her sister, Carson’s aunt, married Jeremiah West, a wealthy record label executive, she had other plans. She fell in love and married outside her family’s approval, turning away from their money to forge a simple life.

Carson doesn’t have any real memories of his birth parents, but when he looked back into his family’s case years later, the reports said the fire was the result of faulty wiring. The building had dozens of violations and nothing was up to code. The landlord went to prison for negligence, but not for long enough, if you asked Carson.

Sixteen people died in the apartment fire, including his parents, but a firefighter managed to carry two-year-old Carson out wrapped in a baby blanket. That was where the ‘luck’ came in. To this day, Carson doesn’t understand how so many lost their lives and a child of barely two years old made a full recovery.

After the fire, his aunt and uncle, The West family, took him in and adopted him as their own. The Wests were always honest about his birth parents but he also got the impression they didn’t want to dive into the gritty details. It wasn’t exactly something happy to talk about at the dinner table, and with his birth mom’s side of the family, Carson always got the impression there was a little sorrow and resentment over things left unsaid, a loss they felt could have been prevented.

Carson had always had a vision in his mind of the heroes who saved his life, along with so many others. The family thought he would grow out of wanting to be a firefighter when he grew up. After all, that was just something kids said, right? They wanted to be a Firefighter. Cowboy. Race Car Driver. Then they grew up. With Carson, that desire never faded, and rather than Business Management, Politics, Law, he decided to get his Bachelor of Science in Fire and Emergency Services at the University of Florida, going on to complete his EMT Certification, Fire Suppression Certificate, and eventually his Paramedic training. His family insisted that if he was going to go into this line of work, at the very least, he was going to pursue it with as many qualifications as he could get.

Now, Carson is a fresh-faced young first responder stationed in his hometown of Nashville. He gets the feeling not too many people take him seriously, but just because he tries to keep a smile on his face and bring levity to his work, he’s determined to prove that doesn’t mean he’s a joke. After all, he’s always felt he has something to prove.

[luke-crain]

➜ BIO

Carson wasn’t born into wealth, but that didn’t stop him being lucky from a young age; at least, that was what people always told him. He was born Carson Scott. His father was a plumber by trade, hard-working and earnest. His mother came from a wealthy family, but while her sister, Carson’s aunt, married into the wealthy West family, she had other plans. She fell in love and married outside her family’s approval, turning away from their money to forge a simple life.

Carson doesn’t have any real memories of his birth parents, but when he looked back into his family’s case years later, the reports said the fire was the result of faulty wiring. The building had dozens of violations and nothing was up to code. The landlord went to prison for negligence, but not for long enough, if you asked Carson.

Sixteen people died in the apartment fire, including his parents, but a firefighter managed to carry two-year-old Carson out wrapped in a baby blanket. That was where the ‘luck’ came in. To this day, Carson doesn’t understand how so many lost their lives and a child of barely two years old made a full recovery. 

After the fire, his aunt and uncle, The West family, took him in and adopted him as their own. The Wests were always honest about his birth parents but he also got the impression they didn’t want to dive into the gritty details. It wasn’t exactly something happy to talk about at the dinner table, and with his birth mom’s side of the family, Carson always got the impression there was a little sorrow and resentment over things left unsaid, a loss they felt could have been prevented.

Carson had always had a vision in his mind of the heroes who saved his life, along with so many others. The family thought he would grow out of wanting to be a firefighter when he grew up. After all, that was just something kids said, right? They wanted to be a Firefighter. Cowboy. Race Car Driver. Then they grew up. With Carson, that desire never faded, and rather than Business Management, Politics, Law, he decided to get his Bachelor of Science in Fire and Emergency Services at the University of Florida, going on to complete his EMT Certification, Fire Suppression Certificate, and eventually his Paramedic training. His family insisted that if he was going to go into this line of work, at the very least, he was going to pursue it with as many qualifications as he could get. 

Now, Carson is a fresh-faced young first responder stationed in his hometown of Boston. He gets the feeling not too many people take him seriously, but just because he tries to keep a smile on his face and bring levity to his work, he’s determined to prove that doesn’t mean he’s a joke. After all, he’s always felt he has something to prove. 

In the last few months, however, his life became more complicated when his father was found to be embezzling funds from his company. Carson was horrified, but an already difficult job is now even more difficult thanks to the fact he’s become a pariah in the community he strives to serve. Their family had to sell most of their businesses, several homes and pieces of land, and his father is under investigation. On top of dealing with twenty-four hour shifts and having people’s lives in his hands, he also faces judgement that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree and is managing his own anger towards his father, and the destruction he’s brought upon the family name. 

➜ BASICS

FULL NAME: Carson Scott West AKA(S): N/A BIRTHDAY: June 7th AGE: Mid 20s STAR SIGN: Gemini SPECIES: Human ORIENTATION: Bisexual GENDER: Cisgender Male (He/him/his) OCCUPATION(S): Firefighter/Paramedic PRIMARY VERSE: Everyday

➜ APPEARANCE

FACECLAIM: Mason Gooding EYE COLOR(S): Brown HAIR COLOR(S): Black HEIGHT: 6′0″ BODY BUILD: Muscular, athletic DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: A couple of faint, healed scars on his cheek and near his eye from a childhood accident TATTOOS: Several tattoos, many of anime characters PIERCINGS: Ears

➜ BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Boston, MA FINANCIAL STATUS: Upper Class (born), Lower Middle Class (Current) EDUCATION LEVEL: Masters Degree ETHNICITY: Black, Afro-Barbadian, White ACCENT: East Coast United States RELIGION: None

➜ HEALTH

FEARS: Being judged for his father’s actions, not being liked, letting people down MENTAL: N/A PHYSICAL: N/A

➜ PERSONALITY

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good MYERS-BRIGGS TYPE: ESTP: The Persuader ENNEAGRAM: Type Six: The Loyalist TEMPRAMENT: Choleric POSITIVE TRAITS: Jovial, motivated, outgoing, caring, easygoing, fair-minded NEGATIVE TRAITS: Overcompensates, prone to tunnel vision, more self-conscious than he lets on, sometimes overly talkative

➜ MISC.

ELEMENT: Fire ANIMAL: Otter TROPES:

I Am Not My Father

Lovable Jock

Real Men Cook

Firemen Are Hot

Orphan's Ordeal

Eager Rookie

[opedguy]

Baldwin Faces Manslaughter

LOS ANGELES (OnlineColumnist.dom), Jan. 20, 2023.--New Mexico authorities decided yesterday to charge 64-year-old Kid Rock star Alec Baldwin with involuntary manslaughter for the Oct. 26, 2021 shooting death on the set of “Rust” of 42-uyear-old cinematographer Halnya Hutchins.  PR expert Erick Schiffer said his indictment was a “bad day for Baldwin’s brand” when Santa Fe County District Attorney Mary Carmack-Altwies and special prosecutor Andrea Reed announced their long-awaited decision to pursue charges.  “He’s going to face justice for what should never have happened.and this is an incident that will cause him to be in the short-term a future pariah in Hollywood,” said Schiffer.  Baldwin’s problem is that he granted so many interviews after the fatal shooting that he’s left a record that’s going to haunt his defense attorney to make any rational argument when Baldwin already told the world what happened.

Baldwin’s attorney Luke Nikas called New Mexico’s decision to charge him with manslaughter a “terrible miscarriage of justice and that Baldwin had “no reason to believe there was a live bullet ion the gun—or anywhere on the movie set,” repeating the same flawed logic that practically guarantees conviction.  Miscarriages of Justice happen after faulty verdicts, not before the case is heard by a jury.  But with Baldwin telling ABC’s George Stephanopoulos that he didn’t pull the trigger, it’s made convincing a jury all the more difficult.  What’s his attorney going to say, that he didn’t realize he actually pulled the trigger or that he only pulled back the hammer.  Or that whatever happened that fateful day on the Rust set, he was told the gun was “cold,” no live ammo in the chamber?  Most juries would have their heads spinning with all the past smoking blowing by Baldwin in national TV.

Even crisis communication or damage control expert Schiffer said Baldwin’s claim that he didn’t pull the trigger a “big lie,” that “was not only horrifyingly dumb but defies gun physics,” saying Baldwin would have a hard time selling his story to the jury.  Despite all the obstacles, Schiffer still thinks Baldwin can eventually salvage at least some of his career because the public has a short memory.  “He will enter a rarely disclosed black list for the time being until this gets resolved,” Schiffer said, not sure whether a guilty verdict in New Mexico would make things worse.  Crisis expert Evan Nierman, CEO of Global Crisis PR Firm Red Banyan and author of “Crisis Averted,” said the “charges alone do not signal an immediate end to his career.”  Conviction on manslaughter charges would certainly set things back, requiring more acts of contrition on Baldwin’s part to get beyond the crisis.  

Crisis and damage control are not rocket science but Baldwin, so far, has not done enough to put himself in the public’s good graces.  Baldwin made the cardinal mistake thinking he could get ahead of the crisis by granting high profile TV interviews, like the one with Stephanopoulos.  Unlike most defense attorneys, crisis experts sometimes think exculpatory explanations can convince the public that Baldwin did nothing wrong.  But instead to trying the case in the court of public opinion, Baldwin made his legal defense far more complicated.  Unfortunately for Baldwin and the set’s armorer Hannah Gutierrez-Reed, who certified the gun safe, New Mexico’s involuntary manslaughter charge doesn’t require intent to commit bodily harm.  Involuntary manslaughter only involves convincing a jury that Baldwin and Gutierrez-Reed engaged in negligence on the set.

Balwin’s attempt to excuse his culpability has made things much worse for the multimillionaire Kid Rock actor, who really doesn’t have to work another day in his life.  But, like most people with active careers, they want to go out on their terms, not blackballed by the industry.  Schiffer thinks Baldwin “hurt himself in unimaginable ways especially with the public, who has, for some time, wondered how he ever allowed this to happen, and who wondered why any adult would think it would be okay to aim a gun at anyone,” said Schiffer.  Gun safety laws require gun handlers to know what’s in the chamber, to inspect it personally.  Baldwin claimed he was innocent because he was told the gun was “cold,” had no live ammunition in the gun.  But that ultimate inspection lies with anyone handling a lethal weapons before point it and pulling the trigger.  Baldwin’s denial that he pulled the trigger won’t sit well in court.

Damage control requires total control over the narrative following regrettable incidents.  Most egregious incidents can be helped with an effective damage control strategy but only if perpetrators listen to expert before they shoot off their mouths in public. Baldwin thought he could control the narrative by giving his own version of the events but only made matters worse for himself.  Crisis and damage control experts can only do so much when clients make unforgivable blunders. Baldwing telling Stephanopulos that he didn’t pull the trigger dug himself into a bigger hole because it just made no sense to anyone.  Blaming the incident on Gutiierrez-Reed and producer David Halls made Baldwin look cavalaier, insincere and trying to deceive the public. “He relied on the professionals with whom he worked, who assured him the gun did not have live rounds,” said Baldwin’s attorney Luke Nikas.

About the Author

John M. Curtis writes politically neutral commentary analyzing spin in national and global news. He’s editor of OnlineColumnist.com and author of Dodging The Bullet and Operation Charisma.

[schleifmanlaw]

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5 Tips For Small Businesses To Avoid Insurance Errors

When you own a small business, it’s essential to protect your assets and safeguard against risk. When a natural disaster hits or a client is injured on your premises, you need to be prepared to deal with the aftermath.

Commercial insurance can help you recover financially if your business is seriously damaged by a fire, flood or another catastrophe. General liability insurance is an important form of protection for businesses because it protects against lawsuits that arise out of accidents at your premises. However, obtaining company insurance does not ensure that you will be compensated in full for any losses or lost time. It can be difficult to file insurance claims, and many business owners make costly errors.

The most typical mistakes small businesses make when submitting commercial claims are listed below, along with suggestions for preventing them:

1) Being Ignorant of Your Policy

Finding coverage gaps and deciding which extra insurance your company needs to be fully protected can be made easier by being aware of what your policy does and does not cover.

2) Delaying in Contacting Your Insurance Provider.

After any business-related accident, get in touch with your insurer as away, just like you would if it were an automobile accident. The earlier you file, the fresher your memory and property damage will be. Furthermore, the earlier you file claims, the easier it is to change them.

Insurance companies may become perplexed about the extent of the damages if a claim is delayed.

Top insurance companies in Canada have quick-response teams that can evaluate damages and inspect a situation. You risk having your reward reduced if insurance company personnel show up at a flooded warehouse that you’ve previously evacuated out.

If you don’t disclose an occurrence to your insurer within the first 48 hours, they might refuse to pay.

3) Confronting Your Fault

Never acknowledge fault if someone is hurt on the property of your company. Admitting fault when a consumer is injured on your property can open the door to a lawsuit. Frivolous lawsuits frequently occur.

First off, the accident’s cause can be a mystery to you. Taking responsibility for the disaster clears up any lingering questions about its cause. Accepting responsibility will limit your insurer’s capacity to defend you in the event that the injured person files a claim against you.

In addition to the defensive issues, many policies forbid you from assuming fault without the insurer’s permission. If you accept responsibility for an accident, you may be in breach of your agreement, which could lead to the insurance provider rejecting a claim or canceling your coverage.

4) Disposing of Faulty Products

Although taking pictures of the damage is a crucial first step, you shouldn’t discard damaged goods immediately. In order to demonstrate the magnitude of your loss, physical evidence is crucial, so you should keep all damaged items.

In addition, you must act responsibly to stop more damage to your property if it has already been harmed. Following a first accident, failing to make an effort to limit further damage may be construed as negligence, giving your insurance provider justification to refuse coverage.

Save your receipts if you make interim repairs to stop future property damage, then submit them to your insurance provider for reimbursement.

5) Failing to Record Damage

Your insurer will want documentation of any accident- or disaster-related damages. If you don’t fully account for such harm, your claim could be denied or pay out less.

Likewise, keep a record of every conversation you have with your insurer. Ensure you:

- Keep a written record of the date, time, and details of every conversational exchange.

- Save copies of any correspondence you’ve sent by mail.

- Make a folder to store all of your email correspondence.

This documentation will make it more likely that your insurance company will fully respect your coverage.

Conclusion

Time is money when it comes to unforeseen closures. Your prospects of recovering after a calamity are improved by reopening your doors as soon as possible. After an unfortunate event, your insurance company is there to assist you in getting back on your feet, but it is your job to submit accurate claims.

[jmacxyz]

I Must Confess

It's three minutes past 12 midnight on the 13th of December. I just finished sending a tweet to greet my favourite artist and love of my life---Taylor Swift. She's amazing and I love 99.9% about her but these scribblings aren't supposed to be about TS. It's a whole different story and I don't know why I'm using her to sort of delay what I intend to tell.

This time of the year is really different from last year for me internally but I won't spoil you the details since this isn't a year-end review of any sort. To be brief, December 2021 wasn't nice to me and I did a lot of covering and self-distraction to be able to present myself to be well put and in utmost glee for the holiday season (sort of a self-imposed tradition during Christmas and New Year time). It was bleak and unhealthy for me for all sorts of reasons. I managed to get over it and heal by myself and on my own terms. It wasn't easy as it took me, in a sense, a year to get back on my feet. However, I realized healing did not look like anything I imagined. Hence, I am writing this as some sort of confession.

I must confess that it's true, healing and dealing with the pain wasn't easy. It was also never linear. One day I feel like I'm fine and I don't give a damn about everything that has transpired then tomorrow I'm back at being a wreck. It was on and off and it felt like nearing the finish line but realising you're kinda back to square one again.

I would also confess that healing would never constitute regaining your past self or getting the 'old you'. Healing on my terms and experience entailed growth. Getting better and wiser slowly but surely. But it's not all sugar and spice and (of course) neither is anything nice. It was me being more reserved and shifty. I easily detach to situations and people who pose a threat to me and my peace. It's being distant and not trusting anyone easily. It amplified the level of overthinking and trust issues I predominantly possess as a defense mechanism to filter and scrutinize people with higher accuracy and precision.

But above all, I must confess, it doesn't just go away. I can guarantee that I have moved past the things that occurred but it doesn't mean I completely forgot it. Sometimes I still get thoughts about the memories and the person. The only difference is that it doesn't hurt anymore. Or there's still pain and disappointment but it became negligible. I don't have to starve myself just because someone's mad at me. I don't feel worthless because I never got the answer and the explanation I once longed for. I don't have to question my worth and sacrifice my self-esteem because of how a person valued me. I don't feel garbage just because I was told all the sweet things and promises that were just written in the sand only to be washed away by the weakest of waves.

I don't have to hate myself because you lied that you loved it. I don't have to take the blame because it wasn't my fault. I don't have to feel shitty just because you treated me like shit. I don't need to beg for you to come back nor to reciprocate the pain you've caused and get even. I don't have to punish myself because of how you treated me and made me feel.

But I confess, sometimes at random, I think of you. I didn't do it on purpose but random flashbacks and echoes still get me or if a thing or a person reminded me of you. I never would want to cross paths or talk to you but I still know your birthday. I still remember the first night we talked for hours and hours. And sometimes I do hate myself for entertaining the fact that I may be able to forgive you if ever there is some sort of miracle or faulty voodoo that would happen to make you reach out to apologize and explain. I clearly don't want that anymore but at the same time I still think sometimes like a hypothetical situation.

I must confess, it was over. I have accepted and came to terms with it. It already came to a vague and excruciating conclusion--- everything was said and done. I believe you don't think of me the moment it ended but I finally forgave myself for not being able to do the same thing. It's not my fault that I did things sincerely. It's not something to be ashamed of.

It was a bad time, but somehow, I survived.

End of confession. 12/13/2022.

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the lineage + swimming lessons

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constant craving 04 (final) | jjk

⇢ pairing: jungkook x reader

⇢ genre: “drabble” series, best friends to lovers au, slight angst, FLUFF, bestfriend!au, unrequited love, smarter idiots but still idiots all the same

⇢ word count: 6.8k

⇢ warnings: explicit language, mentions of alcohol, excessive drinking (drink responsibly), pining, jungkook is an overdramatic baby, a surplus of feelings (i am disgusted with myself), one (1) fire hazard

⇢ summary: with the Friendiversary approaching quickly, both you and Jungkook have an array of trials to navigate through. and, as Seokjin gets caught in the crossfires, you must finally make a decision that will define how the rest of your life will unfold. 

♪ playlist: constant craving - k.d. lang, bad religion - frank ocean, misunderstood - lucky daye, neu roses - daniel caesar ♪

╰ series index: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 (final)

a/n: wow.... so bitches really call this a drabble series then write a 6 thousand word finale... its me im bitches... anywho, i really love the way this played out!! jungkook had to hit the bottom to start rising to the top and it shows. also, the ending is like....... hehe well ill just let you all see for yourselves. enjoy my lovely readers! this wrapped up such a heartfelt series that is so dear to my heart. thank you all for the support for this! and i might whip up a few drabbles simply because i think this relationship is really cute hehe ok... happy reading! <3

part four: i love you too

Carrying that music box in his pocket felt like a well-deserved and all too grim reminder of what went down a few days ago. Sitting drunk yet again, though one would best describe Jungkook’s posture as more of a sloven pile of flesh and bones withering away on a bar stool, he searched for the wallet which was in one of his four pockets.

He reached for the wrong one. Instead of the faux leather skimming his skin, it was a solid wood corner pricking the pad of his index finger. It stung more than it should have. Perhaps he'd gotten a splinter, or the top layer of his skin was simply too raw from all the wear and tear of your fight. Jungkook wasn’t one to jump at such negligible shocks, but it sank him back into that night. It wasn't the wooden corner at all.

You loved him. You still love him.

That's what you said. That's what nearly put him on the floor instead of in his chair, and what had been preying on his mind as if he were no different than a helpless animal drowning his regrets in whiskey. And he knew he should have said it back. 

Jungkook theorized ways to defy the cruel restraints of time, and if the universe would be so kind as to allow him to travel back to that day in middle school when he happened upon a scared, flush-faced student running so fast and panicked that they bumped into each other, just to be the one who said 'I love you' first. Or those genies and shooting stars and blessed fountains that supposedly granted wishes; he would pay no hesitation to plead with whatever deity would listen and permit his most prioritized desire. 

The retrospective bargaining remained a ghost haunting just about every waking moment of his life. Though, he had not been quite sure if said ghost was some cosmic sent presence or simply his own guilt. If regret took on physical ramifications, then Jungkook would have been convinced that was why he felt as if his legs wouldn't have been able to carry him even if he tried.

If I could just go back to that night with the knowledge I know now, I would have hauled my ass to your house instead of that club and told you that my choice was made for me the moment I met you. Every other person I ended up with these past twelve years was simply a buffer for loving you. I had to prepare myself, because loving you was something entirely too tremendous for a boy still grappling with his own faulty speech pattern to assume.

I wish you knew that. I wish I didn’t stand there like an idiot and let you leave, thinking me some hero for finally letting this new guy Seokjin take the place I had always imagined being in. I wish I had just said that I love you.

I love you.

I love you, ___.

Jungkook’s vision resembled that of a smudged lens. However, there were no fingerprints on his eyes. The world had turned blurry and colorless, the latter he knew was not due to the sixth order of whiskey he let soak into his heart’s open wound. 

A life of color was one of the many things that left when you did.

He didn’t know it then, but Jungkook was being fervently dramatic since it had not been more than seventy-two hours the last time he spoke to you. Thought to him, it was akin to being just short of death and taking another breath would have been an expense he wasn’t sufficiently funded to pay. 

Whatever happened in the interim of him paying his tab and walking out onto the sidewalk must have landed somewhere in the blacked out stretches of his inebriated memory, since he was now staring at your contact gleaming on his phone bearing the semblance of one guardian angel.

It was so ingrained into his routine. Opening the app with the phone icon, clicking the ‘recent’ tab, and finding your name no further than three contacts down the list because he called you as if he had important things to tell you, though normally it was just to hear your voice or to tell you about what he had for lunch. And it nestled into his muscle memory as natural as it was for him to breathe or blink. Even when alcohol debilitated his driving, walking, and thinking, his body was drawn to seek a haven such as yourself. And he nearly pressed ‘call’.

Before the comfort of your voice could ring through to his phone, reality descended upon that reflex. Right now, you were probably with Seokjin, attending some pretentious art gallery for one of his colleagues.

It was just Jungkook and the night sky and the moon that he hoped you were gazing at too; it would be the only connection to you as of now. The moon, a parcel for the most longing gazes.

There are stories where the two protagonists get it right. This was not that story. That reality stung more than the residual burn of whiskey clinging along his throat.

Both you and Jungkook made every wrong decision possible. From the moment you subjected yourself to exploiting the veneer of being a ‘good friend’ to disguise any true feelings that might have taken light, to the moment Jungkook was presented with all the excruciatingly obvious signs that you were in love with him, but was simply too inept to notice, to the both of you neglecting any urge threatening the bounds of platonic. Any path that would have steered to a destination where you two would get that happy ending was conveniently untaken.

And you had a long journey riddled with heartbreak after heartbreak to prove it.

He traded his phone with that wooden music box, scuffing the soles of his shoe as he walked back home, hoping he’d be able to give the gift to you on your Friendiversary.

-----

Your pain was still raw. In this way, you had not considered, or rather avoided the idea of tending to such delicate wounds. The days leading up to the infamous anniversary had been spent hoping you would organically heal enough to allow the presence of Jungkook while denying another reopening in your wound.

You had been juggling a not so thrilling number of conflicts the three days preceding that self-acclaimed national holiday.

One, Seokjin and his bottomless supply of invitations that you felt too obligated to refuse. He had such a life packed with plans which is more than you could have said for Jungkook. He, most likely, busied himself with promoting ranks in some obscenely violent video game. Two, a mutual friend of yours had told you Seokjin was fixing to make your relationship official this coming Friday, and you didn’t want to admit the lackluster reaction upon hearing the news was equivalent to receiving a C on a test. It wasn't the worst grade to receive, but you knew there would always be something better than adequacy. Not satisfying enough nor disappointing enough to be dealt with without bending a few expectations. And three, all you really wanted, the only agent of excitability (both good and bad) that diluted the festering numbness in your heart just a tad more, was thinking about seeing Jungkook on your Friendiversary.

But with that excitement, was its equally worrying constituent: whether or not you would be able see Jungkook that day without cracking under pressure.

Things weren’t exactly attuned between the two of you. Your emotional stature had never been more unsynchronized and offkey with Jungkook’s, so, forcing a celebratory movie or dinner would be no different than adding cornstarch to the already thick tension.

“___? Are you listening?” Everything Seokjin had just been droning on about filtered in and out without a single word being absorbed, and you could have pretended this wasn't the case but  stress had apprehended caring enough to lie.

“Sorry… No, I wasn't. I’m just stressed is all.” Since that was only a half lie, self-admonition had not yet taken permanent residency whenever you would look at Seokjin’s eyes offering nothing but genuine tact.

“Oh, sorry to hear! Are you okay? Anything you wanna talk about?” That, and the soft press of his hand over yours had swallowed you into a perpetual, guilty cycle of comparing two incomparable people.

Seokjin was always like this. Serving a gentle smile and honest ears as a vessel of calmness during whatever calamity you were grappling. It was safe knowing if you fell, you’d have a comfortable cushion to soften the impact. He was mindful with his words and had the intelligence to articulate them with impressive eloquence. You were more likely to see pigs fly than to see him stutter. He had a diverse group of friends and walked a steady path to a financially secure life. And you started to wonder what else one would need in a partner? Any sensible person would do much more than you had to snag someone like Seokjin, as handsome as he was kind and respectful. He seemed to have everything Jungkook lacked, including mutual feelings for you.

It would have been entirely too easy to pick him, as if there was a ‘Seokjin’ button and a ‘Jungkook’ button and you could press Seokjin’s on a whim. If choosing him would have meant miraculous nullification of all your very real and very unremitting feelings for that idiot you called your best friend, then you would have done it in a heartbeat.

There wasn't a 'Seokjin' button or a 'Jungkook' button, nor was there a button that would wondrously redistribute your feelings towards Seokjin.

And then there was Jungkook. Always in the back of your mind when he wasn't tenanting the focus of it.

He was never predictable in the ways that mattered. It was just as difficult figuring out his next move as figuring out whether this trait was exciting or exhausting.

Though, this had not been to say you didn’t know him well; in fact, all his habits and preferences and pet peeves could be bound into a book, written by you, and it would be so accurate anyone who read it would think it was an autobiography. He knew you to the same caliber. Where Seokjin would ask what was wrong, Jungkook wouldn’t need to. He already learned your behavior to know to say something along the lines of ‘tell me what’s wrong when you're ready, we can watch your favorite movie or swing by that Chinese place with those great fried dumplings in the meantime’. And on more favorable occasions, he'd say nothing and simply wrap you in his arms and let his shirt become a delta for your tears.

To anyone else, that might sound entirely too frank and perhaps a bit dismissive to be comforting, but to you it was the exact cure for each affliction. To never need explanations that would validate your feelings because Jungkook saw to that right when he took notice; to never manufacture fake smiles through failed attempts at cheering you up since, of course, he knew exactly what to do to vegetate joy in your heart and earn a smile from years and years —and years— of practice. It had almost driven you mad, thinking about how he knew from a shift in your brow what you were feeling and yet, somehow, never realized how deeply in love you were.

All the while, the moment you were convinced you had been versed fluently in his every move, he would pawn another blindsight that would leave you breathless and amazed all the same. Jungkook always had concealed tricks up his sleeve, and life was anything but repetitive with him. You would more often than not find yourself struggling to relearn language and existing itself just to keep up with him. How exactly he managed to wield such diametric facets of being was an enigma beyond the reasoning of this universe.To feel like home, somewhere you belonged outside of your own body, and a daring voyage into a completely new world all at once must have meant he was some sort of Godsend. Only angels could have sculpted a soul so magnetizing, you assumed.

Seokjin was an umbrella, shielding you on some arcane journey under an unforgiving rainfall. Your shoes kept dry and your hair intact.

And if he was the umbrella, then Jungkook was the rain. Falling everywhere and all at once, so that you couldn't help but let yourself be saturated in his entire, vibrant being. And who’s to say letting such a water fall against your skin was a bad thing? Sometimes rain is cleaning, gentle even. They bear fruits as beautiful as rainbows that guide you to an unnamed treasure.

Your treasure, however, had a name.

Jungkook calling.

"___? Hello? You in there?" Seokjin waved his hand in front of your face mostly in a jesting manner, but part of him felt like your eyes were blinded by something held in your heart. If he hadn’t pulled you back into reality, you might have been lost forever.

“I'm just…” Your attention had abandoned this conversation the second his name gave light to your screen. “Sorry, um…”

“It's okay, you can take the call. I’ll be in the kitchen making us some coffee.”

If you were to thank him profusely, it would have been far too obvious how much you missed seeing his name among your notifications, and most likely expose how often you spent thinking of Jungkook while you were supposed to be enthralled with Seokjin. So, you just nodded and answered the phone.

Nodding and answering, as though that didn't feel like taking a breath of clean air after hours of swimming through muddied waters.

“Hello? ___?”

“Jungkook.” It took you longer than usual to form a response and what was assembled had been a half-baked utterance just to let him know you were on the other side of the phone, hearing his voice and feeling a surge of energy course through your veins like he was some delicious narcotic filling life into you after only a week without him.

“___.” Jungkook was in his own debt of words as well. The exchange halted for a few seconds, a jaded breathing cutting the cracked static.

“Look-”

“Hey so-”

Any hope that you had finally caught up to the same page as Jungkook was lost. Now, it seemed you two were reading entirely different books.

“You go.” You said after another dreadful pause. He was the one who called, so he should be the one carrying the burden of navigating through this deafening tension.

“Well, I- uh… I… Well, you see I was just, um, wondering…” Jungkook’s heart must have shut off. That would explain why even the most rudimentary of words felt closer to a foreign language. Or, why he was making conscious efforts to counteract the threat of his nearly dormant lisp.

His brain was drained dry of any blood, his inner mechanisms were shutting down. Even without the alcoholic filter catching words and common sense in its web, Jungkook felt himself fall into an overactive state of dumbfoundedness. Sobriety only a cataract for his emotional override. 

“Our friendiversary?”

“I’m sorry, I did not understand literally anything you just said.”

“Me neither.”

The charming and familiar laugh that spilled through the speaker reminded you that Jungkook was in fact a real person. Not some figmented embodiment of every lost and unrequited and tortuous feeling you had been suppressing for twelve years. Jungkook was real, his laugh and everything else you loved about him were all so incredibly real. And more importantly, the pure joy you felt was real; a permanent serialization of his. Your smiles and his smiles had always surfaced in tandem.

Now, you both were laughing. Neither were warranted by his messy attempt at forming a coherent sentence. The weight of discomfort shedding from your shoulders had been partnered with a slew of relieved chuckles.

“Anyway, um. I- I still wanna see you on our Friendiversary. Or, at least give you your gift.” Admitting that was terrifying but the thought of breaking the consecutive streak of eleven years simply because he was too much of a coward to admit he wanted to see you dizzied him. However, the thought of spending your friendiversary alone terrified him beyond comprehension. So, he thought not about that as a possibility; he carved an opening to his heart in hope you wouldn’t send sharp thorns of rejection into it.

“Yeah, I, uh. I still wanna see you too. I mean, it is a national holiday. We gotta have holiday spirit, right?” You were forcing playful banter, it felt like lemon juice scouring cuts on your tongue, but you were so desperate to make things between you two feel normal.

“You’re right! So, um… You can come over tomorrow night. I’ll set up a surprise or whatever.” He seemed to have fallen back into stride with pre-confession Jungkook. Trying to keep up with him now would just exhaust you of all your means, so you chose to save the rest for tomorrow night. Even if that meant watching him walk away to some unforeseeable finish line; his back, the last part of him you’d see until you could finally collect your broken pieces and start walking as well.

“Sounds good! I’ll, um, see you then.”

“See you, ___.”

You had no idea, and how could you, that Jungkook was now wiping small clusters of wetness from the bed of his eyelids. Why he thought you, the one person that remained a constant in his life, would say no to him over one fight (of many) made for quite the spill of tears. But if you did know, you would have told him you felt like crying too.

"Hey! How did everything go?" You were so immersed in your virtual conversation with Jungkook you nearly forgot the person you were presently with. The train of guilt wouldn't stop for your pathetic attempts at disembarking.

"Oh! Thanks for the coffee." You sipped, and it had just been a stall to blink away the tears that were straying beyond your will of concealment. "It went good. We're still celebrating our Friendiversary."

"Friendiversary?" Seokjin's light chuckle veiled his tense concern.

"Yeah... Uh, it's just this thing we do to celebrate our friendship. The day we met."

"Oh... that's..." His eyes were scaling the rim of his mug.

"That's what, Seokjin?" You were stern, knowing well enough it was born of far more than platonic defensiveness. And you had no right to be the one prosecuting him since you clearly had more to hide than meets the eye.

"I mean, it's just interesting how dedicated you are to an anniversary with a friend." Seokjin wielded that soft-spoken voice which made it difficult to be anything but patient with him. And from the tone of it, he seemed to have no ill intentions with that statement, though it had not been an entirely innocent observation. To you, however, it felt like he might as well have set you on fire.

"Interesting? What is that supposed to even mean? I mean, we've been friends for twelve years. I- I don't know why people are always so judgmental." Your arms crossed over your chest, hoping he would take notice how much his comment slighted you. If asked, you would have insisted you would have been this worked up over any of your friends. Though you knew well enough this was untrue, and it made you feel even worse acting as though Seokjin was the one at fault here.

"I'm sorry. I'm not judging you, really. I just... I just have never heard of two friends doing something like that so religiously."

You sighed out all your anger, knowing the way you snapped at him was merely misdirected frustration. "No, I'm sorry. I know it's kinda weird."

"Look, I get it. You guys are close. But, ___, you talk about him so much that half, no, over half of your stories include him. We've been dating for, what, barely a week now, and I know more about this Jungkook guy than I know about you, and I haven't even met him."

Lips parted, ready to dispatch another slew of defenses to refute all the things he said. It was more disappointing than it was shocking to find nothing but a long sigh emerging. Because he was right. Jungkook has been interwoven so thoroughly in your last twelve years that if you only told the stories without him in it, then it would be the least accurate and nondescript retelling of your life. Fragments of an unfinished novel. It would miss the most crucial pieces, entire chapters, of your story.

You would have been presenting a shell of you, hollow and one dimensional. All the inner parts of you, the lungs and veins and tissue that gave you life and made you whole belonged solely with Jungkook.

That's why you sat there, blank faced, foolishly waiting for the words that wouldn't come to your aid because you had no place to contend with him.

"Seokjin... I'm with you..." It's all that would come up your throat, and it felt like acid. You were sure it burned his ears when he heard them more than it had your throat.

It hadn’t even been partially true. Physically you were with him, but in your head you were sitting on your couch with Jungkook, consuming a concerning amount of junk food while chatting through a movie used more as background noise than entertainment.

"Okay. Does that mean you don't have feelings for him?"

"Well..."

"Can you confidently say you could replace all the time you spend with him with time you would spend with me?" Seokjin must have noticed your returning tears because he loosened his verbal grip from your throat. To you, it sounded like he was pacifying you for some horrible sin, to anyone else it sounded as though he was simply trying to dredge up feelings that would disrupt the chance of a relationship between you and him. "___, I like you. I really do, but in all honesty, I'm looking for something serious. I think we would be great together, but only if you don't have any feelings left for him."

"Seokjin..." You regretted looking at him.

Sweetness was strewn in his eyes and gentle smile. Seokjin was softer than cotton, which made the real threat, the rough sandpaper wearing away skin and bones, you. It made it all the more painful to know you had been keeping everything you felt for Jungkook hidden from Seokjin. Though, if one would have presented an objective point of view, your feelings were far from secretive. And the most brutal honesty was that you knew feelings for Seokjin were never in your attainability. Not the way they always had been for Jungkook.

He was the wrong person who crossed paths with you at the right moment. A mere convenience. And you knew he deserved much more than what you had to offer.

"And maybe I'm being an idiot, but I like you too much to give you some ultimatum which would put you in such an unfair position. So, I'll let you think this over." His compassion felt more like a sharp blow to your chest. “No pressure.”

If he hadn’t smiled like he did, then you would have broken up with him right then and there. It was not possible to rip away such tender hope away from a smile so sweet.

"I'm sorry." You meant the remorse behind those words and it still hadn’t amounted to a proper consolation. "I'm sorry. I guess... I guess I'll go... Seokjin?”

“Yes?” He replied quickly, and you knew only a pace that rapid was one brought on by a sliver of faith that you might have made your decision right then.

“You’re a really great person. You deserve the world.”

Unfortunately, you couldn’t give him what he wanted. And as bitter and unkind as that might have felt at the moment, it was the only bit of truth and relent you could have offered him.

-----

In your bed, sleep became somewhat of an abstract desire. You knew your rest was deprived from you when the digital clock on your bedside told you it was six hours past the time you'd normally fall asleep. It was because you really did have a choice to make now.

To choose Seokjin, and know you'd collapse in the safety of his reciprocated affection, though haunted by how you would never feel the fullest extent of content. And you would live with that until resentment and distance wedged irreversible damage in your relationship.

Or, to choose Jungkook, which would catapult you into a depth so dark and tenuous that you would have no idea whether you'd meet gentle snow or hard, deadly concrete when you landed. And maybe you'd never land at all; maybe you would be caught in a state of falling down and down forever, until your beating heart eventually stilled.

Which one was worth it? Which were you willing to risk? These were the questions that kept you awake.

The hours leading to your undisclosed celebration events with Jungkook ceased being actual points of your existence and merely obstructions that you had to plow through in order to arrive at some conclusive moment. Something that might give you an answer to all your questions. Something that might have released you from devotedly checking your phone for a Jungkook patented text or call.

You were turning into a half-being. Someone who could only inhale a full breath, laugh an intentional laugh, and sleep a soundless sleep when their other half was there.

If you thought being in love with Jungkook for your entire friendship was pathetic, then you couldn’t fathom what you had become now.

Standing in front of his door, the same one you lugged him to that night he was too drunk to balance on his feet, when you willingly carried all the weight he couldn’t, when your lips became acquainted and comfortable with his within half a beat, you felt as if this chunk of wood was mocking you. A partition barricading you from Jungkook. Your Jungkook. The man you always felt you were on the outskirts of, with only a window to peer into his unreadable mind. And that was enough for you ―until now.

Now you were going to knock on that door with your hand, make him open it for you, and walk into his home. You would be the one to step foot inside of the very structure that only solicited closed doors and immovable walls and fogged windows. And you would leave behind your timidity, every feeling and urge that left you with disappointing compromises for the sake of maintaining this friendship.

You would be selfish, and he would finally feel a mere glimpse of what you have always felt for the best and worst of your life.

Even when he opened the door, arming a smile that actively disarmed you, this home of his was yours to conquer. This was your time to act for you alone, despite how many smiles he sent your way. You had not any weapons or shields or an infantry for a clutch. You just had your heart and all the love it carried. 

“Hey! ___, you look… You look great.” There was no real incentive for him to censor how he truly thought you looked. Immeasurably beautiful. It was simply his own nerves impeding on the feelings that were too intense to express without it being followed by an entire soliloquy of I love you’s.

“Thanks... You too...” You could almost feel the words brimming in your and Jungkook’s mouth, carrying such raw emotions and longing intentions.

"I'm really glad that- Jungkook..." Walking into his house punctuated what you were about to say.

His living room was strewn with enough candles to steal the last of your words and to consider his house a fire hazard. That didn't negate this lovely sea of lights to be anything but romantic and thoughtful. A bit cluttered, and not at all perfect, but it must have taken Jungkook hours to set up every wax column. The thoughtfulness of this gesture would have astonished you had it not been for the consistency of Jungkook snatching your breath and words away whenever he tried. It was antithetical, the way you expected his surprises. Yet, always surprised all the same.

Unpredictable, completely surrounding you just like the rain.

"I had to turn off my fire detector but... Worth it." Jungkook considered the number of mishaps that could have dampened any chance of this being romantic.

A candle could tip over and set his entire place ablaze, the wax could leak onto his carpet and tabletops, damaging his furniture and savings for replacements, you and he could have suffocated from all the fumes steaming from the wick. But if that look on your face didn't feel like the only bit of revival to keep his heart's steady beating, if your eyes didn’t look as though it was the only set of eyes that shed beauty into this world then he wouldn't have used up exactly three lighters to pull this stunt. But it did, and he felt warmth and color return to every inch of his body.

He would have used hundreds of lighters to ignite thousands of candles if that meant an ounce of happiness from you. He wanted to say that, but he knew the candles said it for him.

The spectacle almost made you forget why you were here in the first place. It almost made you forget the resolve you managed to gather before entering. And then he said your name.

"___."

The letters flowing from his lips as if they could only be pronounced by his tongue. It sounded so good. So good, that if anyone else were to say it then it wouldn't have been your name at all. It would have sounded wrong, sullied. And it wasn't supplied by neat articulation, this new belonging of your name in his mouth. The need for him to sculpt your name into this world was more than that. "I will never forgive myself if I don't get this out while I still can."

"Jungkook, what is all this?" You didn't know why you felt a collection of tears brimming along your eyes, but you didn't care to figure it out. Perhaps you felt an influx of feelings, an abundance too heavy for your body to seal within the confines of your emotional seams, so they overflowed in the form of tears. This certainly had not been the first time you cried over Jungkook, but you had never cried over him like this.

"___, I love you!" Jungkook said loudly. It was just you and him who could hear, but it felt as though he wanted the entire world to know.

"What? I- You- What?" Your lack of verbal poise was indicative of your love for him once again taking the reins of your mind and heart. Words were a luxury you couldn't afford as of now. You just had to feel everything you were feeling until the rainstorm settled. The hope that he would spare you some remnants of fluency was far along, and you weren't too sure if what Jungkook was about to say would be gentle enough to leave you with any words at all.

"I love you. I don't know why I didn't know it sooner. Or maybe, I- Maybe I did know?" Jungkook sighed at his own ineloquence. "I'm stupid! That's it. That's my only excuse. I'm so stupid. The way I felt about you, the way I still feel about you, is something I thought all best friends had. I thought everyone felt like the moments they weren't spending with their best friends just felt like filler moments. Like, every day I spent without you was just a span of time I had to wait out until I see you again. Like every damn moment of my life is spent waiting for you. And if I don't end up with you then... then I'll never stop waiting."

"Jungkook, I-" He prevailed in surprising you, taking words and breath and thoughts all at once.

"And, I'm that stupid! I really thought all best friends had those moments when they stare at you, and- and-" Now, you weren't the only one with wet eyes and cheeks. "And I just feel like looking at you and being with you just makes me better. It makes me a better person, or something, and it makes me feel like... Like I'll never get hurt again. And even if I do get hurt, I know it's you I want to be there. I know that whenever something bad happens to you, or when you feel like crying or when you're happy or angry or anything that I want to be the one who gets to be by your side. When I look at you, all I want is to love you. To love all your pain away."

"You really mean that?"

"Yes! God, I love you." You didn't notice how it happened, but Jungkook's arms became a shield around you. Inside his arms you were indestructible. Your hands pressed against his cheeks, memorizing the plush, smooth skin. The world could hurl all the fire and ice it had, but it wouldn’t matter. "___, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry it took me so long to figure it out. I'm sorry that in that period, I hurt you. Please, forgive me. I love you, and I want to be with you."

"Of course, I forgive you. I... I can't believe this." Hearing everything you always wanted from him was drastically different when it was actually unfolding. It was a million times more than any hope or dream you used as a salve for your longing. It was everything.

"Maybe it took so long because I was afraid. Because the idea of loving you was something I wasn't ready for. Even though I did love you, God, who was I to take on something as fragile and crucial as loving you. I know I probably would have messed it up. And, fuck, maybe I'm messing it up right now. But I just needed it to be perfect. I needed loving you to be perfect because I don't want to give you anything less than that."

"You were always enough for me, Jungkook. More than enough. You were and are everything to me" His arms that pressed you further into him expressed how happy that made him. 

"But I'm not perfect yet. I might mess up... A lot. No, I'll definitely mess up. I don't know if I can offer you perfect yet. But I do know that through everything I have never stopped loving you and I will never stop loving you."

"Jungkook... I don't know what to say." Your thumb grazed a falling tear from his face. Jungkook had not cried often in front of you; and you could tally up the amount of times he had on your fingers alone. But when he did, it was still as beautiful as when he was smiling or laughing or even scowling.

"You could say you love me back." You did. You loved him, his smile that was currently on a mission to melt your heart, his arms that carried both the good and bad parts of you, his wit that you always relished in. All the reasons to love him were an endless flowing river. If you were lucky enough, you would catch a glimpse of each beautiful current and be able to give name to the gravity that pulled you into him.

"I love you too, you idiot." The last word caught in your throat because your lips were being kissed instead.

His lips. Warm and exciting, allotting your being with an infinite devotion of his. And it was more than you could have ever hoped for.

It felt like fire. Like a grove of candles encapsulating the origin of heat. You and Jungkook, holding each other so close, you could have become one. Hot and all-consuming of anything in its path. If one stood too close, they would suffer scorching embers that stray from the orange pyres. Seokjin, Irene, and any other unassuming casualty that had the misfortune of stepping between the two of you, harboring the burn scars to remind them of what fumed from their interference.

Every element concocting between you and him was that of a bright flame, cremating pure metals and wet woods and thick forests alike.

You were in his home. His arms and lips and hands told you it was your home as well. All that time spent wondering why you could never slip inside before was never because he didn't want to let you in. And the thing is, you never thought to knock until now. You sat outside in a silenced hope that he would voluntarily open that door for you. But unknown to you, Jungkook seemed to be waiting as well. Waiting in a large room with empty spaces where you belonged and where he kept reserved for your residence alone.

He waited even when he wasn't quite sure of who he was waiting for, or if you would ever actually spill your warmth into his home. He waited until his fingers turned to ice and his eyes fell to exhaustion, for you to walk inside.

"So, you're like my boyfriend now?" Your voice brushed against his smiling lips.

"Yeah, your boyfriend, or whatever."

"You know this means you have to top next year's friendiversary. And I mean, all these candles? That's gonna be tough." It could have counted as sensory overload, the feeling of his palms flush against your back, the tip of his nose grazing yours, the bright array of candles illuminating the room. But you were so, incredibly cold without him that this felt like solace to you.

"When have I ever disappointed you?" Jungkook regretted what came out of his mouth too late to stop himself from saying it.

"Oh, I couldn't count the amount of times on my fingers alone! What about that time you forgot our chains for the tires on our trip to the mountains? We almost died." His eye roll only encouraged you to continue. Maybe, if you were lucky, he'd equip that cute pout whenever he wanted his way. "Or what about when you swore you brought water, but three miles in on our hike you had that look on your face. You know I reminded you to get water and you swore you did. Or what about-"

"Okay! I get it! I fuck up, jeez." He scrunched his nose, his eyes waning into crescents courtesy of that grin of his. You counted the number of wrinkles along the bridge of his nose as you always did, though you had acquired an expertise in the geography of his face. Each line and angle and ridge were now and eternally yours to restudy and marvel. "Hey, uh, almost forgot."

He reached into his front left pocket. "I, um, kept carrying it around thinking I'd see you somewhere. Kinda dumb right?"

"Not dumb." You opened the tiny box, wound the handle until the spring felt tight and you could see the throngs prick the textured wheel, and it was one of those moments where you didn't see a gift in your hand. You simply saw his thought and sentiment manifested as a box of wood that sung a tune.

All the things Jungkook wanted to give you, the sun and the moon and the entire universe were not his to give. So for now, he settled for this music box and there would be a day when he would collect each celestial being and place them right into your hands. Maybe then, he would feel less of a debt for possessing such a love like yours.

"This is... I love it. Thank you, Jungkook." You smiled, but it was motivated in the hopes he would smile back. You thought he deserved that much, at least. And he did.

"Sooooo... Can I tell Seokjin that you're actually in love with me and that he sucks ba-"

"Um, absolutely not!" As always, his crudeness and slight inability to remain mature for too long only wedged you deeper in love.

So, terribly in love. Your state of constant craving for Jeon Jungkook had been left barren. That desolate, solitary province was no longer yours to take residence in.

You had a home now. And you had no need to crave Jungkook anymore. He was right here, holding you.

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

a/n: okay, cry with me.... these two.... such hopeless saps for each other i'm here for it. final destination is simp city... also (spoiler) it is completely canon that irene and seokjin bond over their mutual heartbreaks and get to smitten hehehe. anyway, my loves i hope you enjoyed this finale as much as i enjoyed writing it!!! it was a short but heartfelt journey with these two and i will miss their idiocy sm. thank u for your endless support i love u all!!! <3

[makiema]

Zeke and Eren : Contrasts

With the events of SnK 120, it seems like the Jaeger brothers dynamic will largely make way for whatever the endgame Isayama has in mind. In this Chapter we see how much Zeke and Eren contradict each other. Their different upbringings are directly accountable for their difference in approaching the problem of the Eldians. However, there's more to this. Whatever the brothers stand for, whatever they desire and whatever their significance in the narrative- everything is in contrast. So, this is just an analysis on their contradictory personalities and ideologies and how it led to the surfacing of two polar opposite conclusions regarding the fate of the Eldians.

• Eren stands for love. As is evident from chapter 120, Eren was a dearly loved child. Carla had earliersaid "he's already special because he is born into the world". Zeke said, "looks like the second child was loved". Grisha loved Eren to the point where he was even ready to forget his duty as a Restorationist.

But, let's look at Zeke's past. Was he loved? NO. His parents only ever burdened him, and even though he refers to Xavier as his father-figure, all that Xaver did was impose his own nihilism on Zeke. That was not love, that was just the making of another war criminal. Zeke and Dina hated the Marleyans and Xaver hated the whole world. So basically Zeke is someone who grew up learning hate.

• Eren stands for life and hope. When I say, Eren stands for life I mean how much he values life. He'd never support a plan that means ending all Eldians because he was born into the world and therefore values the process of birth and life above all else.

Also, I believe this is why he was placed in front of the Coordinate, that is basically all the lives of the Eldians [Paths] connected together. The Coordinate therefore directly alludes to the Tree of Life in Norse mythology, which signifies the cycle of life.

As long as there is life there is hope. Throughoutut the series, Eren is stated to be the "hope of mankind" and he carries out whatever is requisite of him believing that. Eren, when he inherited Grisha's memories, heard Eren Kruger talking of the cycle of hatred and how he hoped for the future generation to learn love, breaking the cycle. Eren's hope for the future is further confirmed in SnK 120 with his disapprobation of Zeke's plans.

Now, coming to Zeke, he stands for death and despair. He was directly responsible for wiping off almost the entirety of the Survey Corps. His spinal fluid is stated to be responsible for wiping out entire villages overnight. We see that happening in Ragako. Even Levi states how Zeke doesn't care for life. Zeke's disapproval of the importance of birth and life can be traced back to his grooming by Xaver. All that this questionable father-figure taught Zeke was how trivial and unworthy life is. The whole idea of euthanisation was ingrained into Zeke as perfectly normal. How then can we expect him to know the importance of life? Also, Zeke has been exposed to despair since the very beginning given his parent's negligence towards him, his inability to keep up with the others during training, and most importantly, Xaver's horrifying nihilism.

No wonder his whole attitude towards life is one of despair. Zeke thinks Eldians and the whole world will always be at despair too and only death can give them relief. Zeke completely negates any hope for the future to the extent where he doesn't even want Eldians to have a future. Unlike Eren, the ideas of freedom, love and hope are alien to Zeke who grew up in a repressive, pessimistic environment where he is skeptical about any future that is not blighted by war.

• Eren stands for free will. He was groomed by Levi in a way that he has the freedom to follow his own will. In Eren's formative years, he was always advised by Levi to make decisions on his own and to trust his own strength. Levi acknowledged his love for freedom and encouraged him to make firm choices that he won't regret. During the Uprising Arc, Levi left it on Eren to make a choice and he came to a conclusion on his own by deciding to trust his own strength. In the Marley arc, Eren did whatever he deemed fit even going against orders. Eren decides on his own. This is the ability he developed thanks to his sort of father-figure, Levi.

Zeke, on the other hand, was groomed by Xaver who prevailed on him the improbability of ever achieving freedom as they're biologically linked with the Founder.

Contrasted to Levi, who put full faith on Eren and invested on him to save humanity, Xaver never had any faith on Zeke. From the beginning he was convinced that Eldians were beyond help and that even Zeke cannot liberate them in any way other than just erasing them off the face of Earth forever. Zeke, as a child, didn't get the freedom or opportunity to develop his own will like Eren. Even though he thought he was relieved from the brain washing of his parents, he only signed up for another sort of brain washing under Xaver's guidance. Xaver gaslighted a young, naive Zeke and made a cold, killing machine out of him who holds little to no regard for life. Zeke is always drawing him in when talking about Euthanasia. It almost seems like the conclusion Zeke reached is not inspired from free will, but is rather an outcome of Xaver's cynicism.

• Eren stands for freedom. Eren is free to decide on his own but his idea of freedom doesn't end there. He wants freedom not for himself, but for his whole race, for the world and even for Ymir Fritz as we can see him genuinely feeling sorry for her.

To him, freedom is a fundamental right of everyone and he must make sure that everyone realizes this right. And to that end, he will even behave rudely with his friends. Also, Eren confronting Mikasa kind of had a good outcome in that she decided to stop centering her life around Eren. Eren wants her to live and decide for herself, to move on from idealising him to an oppressive extent.

Zeke, however, stands for enslavement. He's a slave to a lot of things and therefore his thoughts too are shaped along that line. There's no direct allusion to this but, him not being able to move on from his past is self-explanatory. Zeke is not free in the sense that he still can't let go of Grisha's faulty parenting. Everything he relies on has to do with his past. He holds little to no consideration for present events. On the other hand, Eren held himself responsible for the death of the former Levi squad, but he let go of that with time. As a boy, he raved on about exterminating Titans, but he let go of that when he learned about the truth. He wanted to kill Reiner brutally, wanted to kill everyone living past the sea, but with time he grew past these feelings and accepted reality. Eren does not live in self-denial, he has been disillusioned more than often but, he had moved forward each time accepting reality. But, coming to Zeke we have a character who is a slave to the past and is extremely delusional- delusional to the point where he just cannot bring himself to accept the fact that Eren has not been brainwashed, that Zeke is not after all an entirely shitty person and that there may just be an alternative to the horrible idea of euthanising Eldians. He projects his own trauma on the world and just as he cannot save himself, just as he cannot let go of his scarred past, he believes a similar fate awaits all Eldians, i.e., they cannot let go of their past atrocities. He is chained to his past and believes the world is too. This is why he develops a negative saviour complex where he thinks he can set Eldians free only by denying them any probable future.

Another thing to remember is that Zeke's driving force is primarily his belief that humanity is enslaved to the fate of waging wars and is at fault just for being born. This directly contradicts Eren's belief that everyone is free from the moment they are born.

Thoughts on the aftermath : Zeke and Eren are both vested with the responsibility of all Eldians. Their contradictory personalities led them to arrive at different conclusions regarding the problem of their race. So, which of them will prevail in the end? It remains to be seen. But, with the way the plot has progressed, it can be said that the future generation will survive. Eren Kruger asserted the importance of loving someone so that the cycle of hate is broken in the future; Gabi and Falco represent the future generation and Falco's confession of love and marriage is more than hinting at a future where the cycle of life persists. Long before this, after the Serum bowl, when Levi gave Armin the serum, the end note affirmed the need of passing on responsibilities to the next generation. The next generation is important, the future is essential. Also SnK 120 established that because of Paths the concept of time (or linearity of time) is often lost what with Grisha being able to see the futuristic Zeke.

So it can be safely deduced that the future can influence the past. This has happened before too with Kruger talking about Mikasa and Armin and Eren waking up from his dream of the future. The influence and impact of the future is established time and again in SnK, so one can assume that the future generation will survive.

But then what's to become of Zeke? This is pure speculation but a change of heart could be a possibility. Zeke is now officially the powerful villain™️ with him having greater control in both Paths realms and in the real world. Eren could have something up his sleeve but after providing this much insight into Zeke's sad history, (not to mention how intriguing his whole character arc is) it's unlikely that Isayama would just make Eren defeat/kill him. Rather, perhaps Zeke would be redeemed. Zeke's love for Eren can bring about his potential redemption. The Jaeger brothers contrast each other in every step but when Zeke met Eren, he found love. Even now, when he can do whatever he wants, he seeks his brother's validation. A character who grew up learning hate and despair has finally found love and hope. Zeke has a saviour complex and wants to save Eren but ironically, Eren was the one who saved Zeke. It is because of Eren that Zeke understands sibling love. Ever since his encounter with Eren, we find him saying he 'understands' Colt's feelings towards Falco. Maybe, in a similar way, Zeke will gradually come to value life too and give up on euthanasia? Also, in this panel we see how Eren is sort of confidently calling Zeke to see the next memory.

Just a guess here, but maybe he believes it will be Zeke's empathetic awakening? However, with Isayama saying he wants to hurt the readers, things can take a really ugly turn. Even Eren's death flags are close [I'm not crying]. To sum it up, killing off Zeke would be a waste and in the aftermath, him surviving to repent for his sins would fit into the whole gray morality theme of SnK. If Eren and his memories can bring about some positive change in Zeke, it'll help Zeke's character arc reach a proper conclusion. It will also resolve the conflict between the Jaeger brothers and conceivably bring forth a reconciliation between the hero and the villain which'd further highlight the subliminal moral ambiguity in the heart of SnK.

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Xemnas or Ansem ☕️

Oh, you little piece of shit, how dare you make me choose one?  You know what?  I’m gonna fucking do both because why the fuck not, right?  I still love you, don’t ever forget that

Okay, so, Xemnas.   This bitch.   You know, I met him in KH2 and really thought…man, this guy is a pretty neat villain, but he’s also not very…charismatic?  Like, somehow, magically, he managed to bring 12 other people together under his guidance when he’s…completely unapproachable and downright negligent?  how?   Because you all woke up after some faulty experiment and they were like, “well, shit, no one else is gonna believe this shit, we might as well stand by him!”  And then he started barking orders and they were just like, “yeah, okay, sure, he did do some fiddly-shit with our hearts before, maybe he really will kill us if we don’t obey him.”    So, yeah, I dunno.  Xemnas was never really that scary to me?  I was just like, yeah, okay, he’s pretty hot and those cloaks are fucking awesome, maybe they all just stayed for the ability to portal pretty much anywhere you want through darkness.  Nifty–I dig it. 

As a boss, Xemnas was a fucking bitch!   I have repressed my memories of his fight after all the fucking times I had to reset and START AGAIN BECAUSE I DIDN’T REALIZE YOU HAD TO FUCKING PRESS TRIANGLE AND X TOGETHER TO REPEL THE FUCKING LIGHTS!  LIKE, THANK YOU, XEMNAS FOR MAKING IT SO FUCKING OBVIOUS!  So here I am, playing as the fucking Golden Child of Kingdom fucking Hearts.  THe indomitable Sora with all his fucking transformations and bullshit,  and we’ve brought Xemnas down to 1 health after a battle of battles and probably like…3 battles before this because fuck you, and while Riku is being a fucking god deflecting every single blast that comes his goddamn way, I’m over here in the corner like, OW OW OW OW OW–WHAT THE–OW–FUCK–OW–WHY ARE THEY–FUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!  No joke, my dude, I had to look this shit up.  

I will never forgive Xemnas.  Never. 

Okay, so, Ansem this is really long already, I am so sorry  Where do I even begin?  For a starter villain in the series, Ansem was a solid choice.   He was believable.  He hijacked Riku, which we all have probably wanted to do in some way shape or form at some point in our lives, and set the entire series in motion on some weird course toward who the fuck even knows at this point.   If I’m being honest, I played KH1 again about a year ago or some shit in preparation for KH3 and I already forgot everything that happened.  I just remember Ansem being like, “Kingdom Hearts is darkness!”  And Sora being like, “Fuck you!”  And then Ansem being like “noooooOOOOOOOOOOO” For eternity.   

As a boss, Ansem was a fucking prick.  The prickliest prick of all pricks minus Young Xehanort because that weasely piece of fucking shit can control fucking time or some goddamn bullshit because this bitch makes a 14 year old fight him all by his lonesome.  Right?  That did happen, right?  KH1 is kinda like a fever dream right now.  But, yeah, I remember him being a piece of shit to fight and that his Shadow Monster made me want to feed people sand for a few days after I beat it. 

ALSO, WHICH MOTHERFUCKER WAS THE BOSS IN DDD THAT DROPPED YOU INTO AN ACID TRIP WITH THOSE SWIRLY BALLS OF DOOM?!  I FORGOT, BUT THAT BITCH CAN DIE IN A HOUSE FIRE, I SWEAR TO THE OPEN COSMOS–

*Ahem* 

Anyway.   In KH3, I was kinda weirded out by how…not threatening both of them were?  Like, after all that work KH1 and 2 put into making them dnagerous figures ready to tear Sora and his friends apart…Ansem almost got drop-kicked by a kid.  A normal kid.   A punk whose only notable training is struggle.   Like…by the time I faced them at the end, I was like, “you almost got outsmarted by 3 teenagers without keyblades and you’re asking Axel what he can do without a keyblade?”  Like, probably a lot, considering he pretty much single-handedly overthrew your entire organization with 2 teenagers hell-bent on destroying themselves.    I’m not sure how I feel about their endings or the closure it was probably supposed to give us, but to me, it was just lackluster at best.   I dunno, something about taking the evil out of villains for the sake of a “happy ending” just ruins it for me.  Especially Ansem’s conversation with Riku.   It just…felt…wrong.   From Riku’s side, I understood his feelings perfectly, because he’s moved on and shit.  But Ansem…I dunno.  My dude deserved better.  

So, yeah.  Good talk.  

Thanks for the Ask!

[utopicas]

Laser Hair Removal Injury

Laser hair removal burns

Laser hair removal is among the most asked for cosmetic treatments amongst British females and 'city sexual' males. The treatment is quick, hassle-free and pain-free. Its success is based upon outcomes. Hair takes far longer to grow back following laser treatment compared to more standard options such as plucking, shaving, and waxing. Even when the hair does regrow it will typically be thinner, and duplicated treatments can cause irreversible hair removal. The laser beams electrodes through the skin which burn the roots of specific hairs and damages them. Laser hair removal might be utilized on any part of the body, many frequently facial locations, underarms, and legs.

License for the treatment

Numerous possible threats surround laser hair elimination treatments. Laser beams are effective and will burn the skin if they are directed onto it for fractionally too long. This might trigger blistering and damaging scars. The treatment itself is extremely exact, and a variety of medical elements require to be considered prior to treatment. More usually the quick development of the cosmetic appeal market over the previous 10 years has actually caused laser treatment services being used at increasingly more varied areas. Centers, hair salons and surgical treatments throughout the nation now provide laser hair removal treatments and undoubtedly service requirements will differ. The policy of laser treatments does exist nevertheless, and those providing such services need to hold a license and be signed up with the Care Quality Commission.

Causes

Laser hair removal injuries usually arise from defective devices or mistakes on the part of the cosmetic center. A laser might be faulty in a wide variety of methods, for instance, if it is missing out on a crucial element such as a heat guard. Most of the injuries are nevertheless brought on by human mistake. A skin spot test might not have actually been performed prior to treatment, or the necessary medical assessment might have stopped working to recognize pre-existing conditions (contraindications) which render the treatment inappropriate. The laser operator can trigger a customer's injury by using the laser to a location of skin for too long, or by directing the beam into delicate locations around the eye. Laser treatments must not be utilized on individuals with dark skin as they might trigger irreversible bleaching or discoloration. Those with acne such as acne or eczema must likewise prevent laser treatments.

Legal payment for injuries

Laser hair removal customers have a legal right to anticipate that the treatment will be carried out in a proficient way by completely trained, experienced experts. The properties where the treatment is performed must be tidy and well aerated. Laser usage must likewise be restricted to one space just. All devices included ought to be of high quality, and gadgets utilized for cooling the skin after treatment should be decontaminated. Protective safety glasses ought to be used at all times by both the customer and the laser operator. Where a laser hair elimination treatment has actually been carried out negligently, and an individual has actually been hurt they are to look for specialist legal suggestions  through a personal injury lawyer with a view to introducing a claim for payment. Legal representatives have substantial experience with payment claims following injuries at a beauty parlor, surgical treatments, and cosmetic centers. They run on a No Win No Fee basis significance if you win your case you keep all of the damages granted, and if you lose you will not pay a cent.

WARNING! MEDSPA DEATHS, LASER HAIR REMOVAL, LASER BURNS

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Guide to Banana Fish TW

DISCLAIMER: I am a single individual with a variety - but not all trauma. While watching, I try to take notes and list out anything that my brain might flag as a trigger for someone who might have one of many common triggers / trauma in their history. These judgement are also made based on a somewhat faulty memory and after watching. I strongly apologize if anything is missing as I am just trying to do my best. 

Do watch and take this guide as an aid, but do take care of yourself first as it might not be complete. If any fan wishes to comment on anything that might be worth adding to any episode trigger list, feel free to send an ask~

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“___” mention: This means that the topic of word was mentioned briefly but not exaggerated upon

mention of “___”: Similar to above, though it may be more as a topic briefly than the direct word. Can be used interchangably

Trigger Warnings are listed more or less in order as they appear.

Rating System:

None / None or Near Negligible (0): To my memory, this seems to not occur or occur in miniscule amounts

Low (1): This topic has traces and is present but is not over arching.

Some (2): This topic is addressed multiple times to notable amounts

Moderate (3): This topic is regularly featured in this episode

Heavy (4): This topic is a heavy topic in this episode

Plentiful (5): This topic if a near focus point in this episode / has multiple high risk scenes for this topic if it is a trigger.

[n0rdicalien]

Hey, my name is Eric. Im currently living in a toxic living environment and have a hard time saving money to make my move. Its very expensive in California where I live (approx 4 minimum wage workers are expected to afford the cheapest 2 bed room apartments) and I cannot afford to move by myself. But Im looking to see if anyone wouldn't mind help kick-starting my move to Sweden. Due to partially growing up there with family, I have citizenship. So, the past year has been pretty foul experience starting with being assaulted by my brother. Entering a surgery for reasons found by a head-scan after the assault, plus being on and off sick due to recovery complications. I been struggling with PTSD, panic disorder, depression, and living in an environment that exacerbates physical and mental issues. (Potential Mold, Termites, main sewage leak, faulty electrical, traumatic memory, a lot because of my dad's negligence) A friend had recommended starting a gofundme if any strangers who want to help me get out of this situation. These things can be very expensive. Someone caught in a cycle like mine wouldnt be able to escape without some help. I really would like to break away from this place.

I was born into a pretty toxic family with very turbulent parents. Degrading, Gaslighting, lack of accountability, scapegoating, etc. Its a constant fight with myself and others to get anything done. All this has a depth of details that lead up to this very point in time. The past couple of years I had the chance to travel back to Sweden and experience the community I lived in when I was young but now as an adult. And it really called to me and gave me peace. It felt like I was meant to be there all this time. And I think separating from my American family miles and miles away is exactly what I need; building new roots in this country my family origins from. Im an art associate who wanted to dive into production arts. And there is a growing industry in Sweden where my Swedish side of the family lives too.  With the growing opportunities, and great potential to put down solid roots far away from such a toxic family history. It only makes sense to move over there for me. And I will be alone trying to make this happen. Im not sure how much a transition costs. So I put the amount my mom used as a base when she moved to America when she got married to my dad. To make this move happen, and to get situated in Sweden. I also will be selling a lot of my property to fund my move too. The past year I have met both sympathetic and empathetic people understanding this venture. I hope If youre able I can find this in you too. A dollar, even 25 cents, is a step in a direction that helps. And I won't have to be truely alone on this trip.