#personalized interventions

[mybighost]

Optimizing Nutrition in North Indian Cuisine: Strategies for a Healthier Lifestyle

North Indian cuisine is a tapestry of flavors, a celebration of tradition and taste that captivates the senses with each dish. From the tantalizing Chole Bhature to the luxurious Dal Makhani, every bite tells a story steeped in culinary heritage. However, beneath this gastronomic paradise lies a sobering reality uncovered by a recent dietary study. Focused on the dietary habits of North Indian…

[pampermama]

The Role of AI in Mental Health and Wellness

The rapid advancement of artificial intelligence (AI) is revolutionizing various industries, and mental health and wellness are no exception. With an increasing number of people experiencing mental health issues, AI-powered tools and technologies offer innovative ways to support mental wellbeing, promote self-care, and enhance traditional therapy methods. This article delves into the role of AI…

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 4: Deranged Bedfellows

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.5)

[irhabiya]

i'm always thinking of the syrians i met at university. one lived in aleppo for a while and is deeply traumatized by her time there, can't hear a plane flying by without freezing in place. another was telling me about how difficult it is to get basic necessities there. "these sanctions kill people. we have to travel to syria a couple times every year to make sure my grandma gets her medication, otherwise she'll die. these are basic, life-saving medications that are readily available elsewhere but we have to bring them back home in our luggage."

[starry-bi-sky]

more clone^2 memes because i think they're funny

[thecmaly]

failed intervention

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more trigun comics

[jaggedpeak]

anyone else think about these two and get really really really sad

[zukosdualdao]

the moon will sing a song for me (i loved you like the sun)

zutara month, day seven: divine intervention, @zutaramonth.

summary: when zuko takes the lightning aimed for katara, it takes a little more than her usual healing to get him back from the brink. feat. yue's words of encouragement and empowering influence on katara, medically necessary bloodbending, and a zuko who is too out of it to understand much of what is going on, but that's okay. katara has him.

content warnings: general references to violence and wounds, nothing more explicit than the show.

notes: title is from "the moon will sing" by the crane wives. yes i do too many lyric titles. no i will not stop <3. idk when sozin's comet officially ended but for fic purposes we are imagining the timing makes sense for the moon to be out after the agni kai. two pieces of dialogue were taken from the show.

Zuko groans as he's being turned over. His bones feel like liquid, his skin set alight, his heart like a crater in his chest.

Katara, he thinks, he tries to say, he doesn't know.

Katara looks at him with a worried expression, her lips turned in a frown, her eyes wide with fear and sadness as she presses a watery hand to his crumpled, prone form.

She is worried but alive. She is alive, and if she is here, then she must have defeated Azula.

Katara is alive. That is what counts. This was his destiny, then. To save her.

It wasn't a bad note to end on.

Zuko closes his eyes. There's a hammering thud in his chest. He is so tired. Normally, he'd associate the feel of it with exertion, or else desperation, and he would feel frantic. But he is so tired. He has been so tired.

"No," he thinks he hears Katara say. It sounds like she's underwater, or perhaps he is. "No, Zuko, don't you dare."

He struggles to open his eyes again because he doesn't want her to sound so angry with him and doesn't want her to be sad. It only feels like a moment has passed, or maybe it has been hours.

She is looking up. Pale, yellow light shadows her.

Katara is speaking with the moon.

The moon is also a girl.

Someone told him a story like that once.

A spirit, he thinks a little redundantly, with white tresses of hair and a glowy form and a gentle smile. The moon spirit?

Zuko jerks, a spasm of his body as he lights up again with the pain, and Katara looks back to him, alarmed.

"—but you know another way," the moon-girl insists softly to Katara, whom Zuko looks at as her mouth sets in a thin, determined line. Unless he's imagining it all, which is possible. "And I am here with you now."

After a moment's hesitation, Katara nods and sets her left, water-encased hand against his chest again and raises her other in a motion he faintly recognizes.

"This is going to hurt," she says warningly, sadly. "But it will help. I think. It has to." She shakes her head, torn.

Zuko doesn't know what's going on, but if Katara says it will help, that's all that really matters.

"I trust you," he slurs. Is that him? Does he sound like that?

Katara blinks. Zuko watches tears slip from her cheeks.

And then, it starts. She did not lie about it hurting. Despite himself, Zuko feels his body rising from the ground in pain and panic, and Katara has to keep him pressed down. His blood is boiling, his chest swelling. This must be what dying feels like. But then, he's pretty sure he was dying before. He supposes it's a process.

"—sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry—" Zuko makes out the words, faint in his ears, though Katara sobs them out.

Eventually, though, the beat of his heart evens. His blood begins to simmer down. The pain melts.

He watches as Katara pulls back, resting on her knees. The moon-girl smiles down on them before fading back into being just the moon, high in their war-torn sky again.

Nothing that just happened makes any sense, Zuko decides dazedly. But it was Katara who saved him, and that made all the sense in the world.

"Thank you, Katara," he rasps, looking up at her through heavy eyes. Looking at her made everything in the world seem alright again.

She looks down at him with a soft expression and a watery smile.

"I think I'm the one who should be thanking you."

[laurasimonsdaughter]

“Why a temple? Why now?”

She is only a voice, barely a presence, but her notice shakes the mortal beneath her. The reply comes slowly, fearfully:

“Because you are needed. By me. By so many others.”

A goddess can smile even in the silent, sightless nothing. “I have learned to love the little altars, the songs, the stories. But you no longer celebrate your harvests. There is no need for a temple to beg my presence.”

“I am not here for the harvest,” the exhausted mortal speaks. Her voice is painfully familiar, like every human voice, but more so.

“Then why are you here? Why am I here?”

“Because I cannot find my child.”

The goddess opens her eyes. The mortal before her is shaking in her worn down shoes.

“Because you lost your daughter once. Because you did everything to get her back.”

Her gaze is endless, and the silence gaping. But when she replies there is less of divinity and more of hesitance in her voice.

“There are many versions of that story.”

The parent’s eyes are bloodshot, wide awake and stubborn. “But you find her in every single one.”

The goddess lifts her head and looks around. It is a poor excuse for a temple. There are no columns, no statues, no sheaf of wheat, no offerings. Just empty chairs, and coffee cups, marker stained maps, and missing posters lining the walls.

And in the midst of it all, a woman who looks almost too familiar.

A plastic clock ticks to one past one, and the goddess Demeter seats herself under the roof of her new temple, a ripple of blind perseverance and unflinching hope rushing into the night.

[langernameohnebedeutung]

iZOMBiE • S02E06 • Max Wager

[squarebracket-trickster]

TAG GAME PSA

Hey writeblrs?

I mean this in the gentlest way possible (I love you guys) but these massive reblog chains of tag games are getting out of control. Some of them are getting as long as the colour of the sky post.

If someone tags you please make your own post to respond (and save all our dashes). Don't reblog their post with your addition. If you want an easy way for you/your followers to view the post of the person who tagged you:

click on the three little dots at the top right of their post

select "copy link"

select some text on your own post

press ctrl+V

Your post will then have a link embedded into it like this.

It's still good writeblr etiquette to reblog the post of the person who tagged you. Just reblog it separately from your own response to the tag. (As well, poor OP gets notified of every single addition to their post, no matter how far down the reblog chain. It's gets weird opening your notifications to see the mutuals of your mutuals' mutuals' mutuals adding snippets of their writing onto your (for example) Heads Up 7 Up post.)

[herinsectreflection]

I think it's interesting that there's two different episodes where Buffy is replaced by someone else that looks like Buffy and her closest friends all fail to notice. The qualities these replacements most clearly exhibit are "is Faith" and "fancies Spike". I think this might say something about Buffy.

[angelshizuka]

Okay, so... I've been awake for close to 24 hours running on nothing but Stolitz and energy drinks...

I'm not even joking, aside from the few hours I spent doing groceries (because I gotta at least pretend I'm an adult), I spent literally all day since I woke up watching Stolitz comic dubs/AMVs on YouTube, and scrolling through the Stolitz tag here on Tumblr reblogging more than 500 posts, while having Just Look My Way on repeat (switching between the original and Dutch fandub).

This is how I am! Either stand by me or leave! No, I don't need an intervention! Put it away!

[clair-de-lunar-tears]

she's trying, k?

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[svtskneecaps]

defending q!pac on the internet isn't enough i need to isekai