#ragadi

[alphaclxwn]

tee hee noah lindsay friendship is so underrated honesty

[spitinsideme]

seeing how some people depict pomni as touch adverse while you make her a kissaholic with rag, i can't help but imagine her "i don't like touching except for my ragady doll wife and if i don't make contact with her for 10 seconds im going to ABSTRACT" XD

REAL !!! THIS HAPPENS DAILY WHENEVEE POMNI DOESNT SEE RAGATHA FOR LIKE 20 SECONDS

BONUS SHE GETS A KISS !! ragatha cant have her girl be abasttacted

[desigrrrl]

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Eventuality Pt.5

1, 2, 3+4, 6

WC~3300, a tad shorter today, but I just wanted to be an update out for y’all. TYSM for all the support, really. I owe all of you a smooch.

CW: None, Mostly plot and lots of fluff, I lied, Blood, Gore + Gruesome images, but comfort at the end, promise

Konig shook me by my shoulders this time. My body buzzed awake and I could feel an ache begin to form in all of my muscles. He muttered over me something I couldn’t quite hear. My lids were shut down heavily and my eyes burned and itched behind them.

“Maus.” He spoke again with a quiet urgency.

Another voice filled the empty warehouse, bouncing off the walls and up into the loft where I lay. Reluctantly I opened my eyes. It was dark still, and I began to wonder if I’d ever see the sun again. When was the last time I’d been outside during the day? Really been outside, not just running errands from one building to the next.

“We have to move.” He spoke directly over me, his frame twenty sizes larger in front of me then how I dreamed of him. He wore his mask again, and the dark armor sat dirty over his broad chest. His rifle case was propped up against the rusty railing, my bag zipped up neatly beside it. I sat up and shrugged my jacket on straight, zipping it close. Konig’s warmth dissipated along with any intense moments we might have shared. It dawned on me that I was no longer in his arms anymore. I was safe within his presence- sure, but he no longer surrounded me. The ‘everything else’ began to seep through the distance he created, making my stomach turn over uneasily.

He was in work mode again, it was an almost drastic one-eighty and I could read the signs easily. It made him stand taller, shoulders square and took up all the space that his large figure and presence demanded from the room. The place gave its attention to him as willingly as I had. Beams of light from the moon practically bent around him, afraid to get too close. I cleared my throat and stood, glaring exhaustedly down over the railing.

Price was back, shouting something up at Konig. He gave another glance over to me before descending the stairs. His eyes had been wide and searching, asking me something I couldn���t really read. Maybe it was his way of asking if I was alright, or warning me not to mention anything of our actions just hours earlier. I followed him back down, after giving myself a minute to recollect my dignity off the sweaty and torn couch. It stood lonely amongst only the dust now, gross and ragady; a symbol of how plainly I had a habit of fucking things up.

They were speaking lowly below, de-briefing each other and probably talking about their next moves. Prices voice was gruffer then when he left us, a plain tell of combat. Men had a way of becoming ugly and distasteful after encountering death. Not to say the Captain was ugly- quite the opposite really, his raw masculinity burned bold, accompanied by the hard fought sweat that glistened on his dark brow. The booney hat he wore fell back across his neck, held up by two flimsy straps. His eyes met mine in the darkness, illuminated by the moon that still shone bright and whole through the cracked windows.

They searched mine for something too. This entire task force did that- spoke through glances and hard looks. I gave him an intense stare back and he nodded curtly.

‘Everything’s fine.’ I had tried to say in my mind.

‘Good.’ His eyes bore back, expecting nothing less from me.

He turned his attention back to Konig and his radio, sending sharp commands through to Soap and Ghost. Orders to join us at yet another safe house, cleared out and set up god knows when.

I pulled my kit high up on my shoulder and followed the Captain out, the cold wind nipping at the skin of my face. Konig fell into step quickly- and closely- behind me. He moved one hand up, fingers ghosting over my shoulder and I glanced back at it warily. He was reluctant to touch me now though, and eyes flicked over at Price’s back. Ultimately dropping it to his side.

“Fuck..”

“What was that, Nurse?” Price threw back at me with a quick look over his shoulder, not quite turning enough to properly look at me. He fished keys out of the pocket of his jeans, they jangled between his able fingers.

“Nothing sir, sorry.” I cleared my throat and forced my aching bones to stand tall and firm, “Just some sand in my boots.”

He said nothing in response, and instead led us to where he had the Jeep stashed away. There were bullet holes in the passenger door, and I hesitated reaching for the handle- overthinking. I debated joining Konig in the back, but his cold exterior showed no sign that he cared either way. So with a salty huff I threw open the door and slipped in next to Price, his hands rumbling the ignition to life. I could feel Konig’s intense gaze on me as we shook up the cold grains of sand, the glare burned at the back of my neck; it took everything I had to prevent my eyes from looking back at him through the rearview mirror. I could see the curve of his wide shoulders as they took up more than half of the glass through my peripheral. I chewed at my lip, its rawness forcing me to remember our earlier entanglement.

I forced myself to once Price over as a distraction. He was dirty and sand clung to the hairs on the back of his neck, as if he had been tossed down into a pile of the stuff. His fingers wrapped tightly over the steering wheel, the skin of his knuckles were scratched up and tiny bruises began to form.

“Are you alright, Captain?” I voiced, his eyes flashed over my face for half a second before returning out the windshield.

“Just peachy.”

“And you?” He spoke up again after a brief moment, it was just an afterthought.

‘Is there anything I should know about?’ His eyes would’ve said, should I have given them a chance to peer into mine. I turned my face out the side window, avoiding his gaze. Knowing I wouldn’t be able to lie well enough had he actually found reason to ask me that.

“A bit shook up,” I tried to stick as close to the truth as I could. “Had a sketchy encounter, but other than that uneventful.”

Konig shifted behind us and I squeezed my eyes closed. Heart beating loudly in the cage of my ribs- daring Price to hear and ask why I was so suddenly pale. Thankfully though he was more interested in the road, or maneuvering around the lack thereof, than he was about making idle chit chat. So the conversation was left there.

I was still tired, and the inbetween of my thighs chafed against the rough fabric of my pants. I tilted my head back against the hard headrest and thought of my office back at base. What I wouldn’t give to be back in the safe and boring sterile room. I distracted my thoughts by thinking of all the good equipment I could order, making a mental list of what the place needed.

It didn’t take very long for us to reach another bland looking building- a dark van sat eerily outside like a bad omen. Even from the distance Price parked at, we could all hear raised voices yelling inside. A Scottish one in particular significantly louder than the others. We rushed towards it.

Soap and Ghost were in the center of the room, a man was tied up between them, bloody and beaten. I stilled near the door as the others entered with a relaxed swagger- demanding authority. Ghost let his eyes pass over mine briefly- uninterested, before turning to greet Price with a nod and hand him a rolled up paper. Blueprint plans or another map most likely.

Soap had his back turned to us, his hard body kneeled over the man who writhed on the dirty floor tying his mouth over with silver tape. “Shut the fuck up.” He demanded, shoving off him with a rough push. As the scot moved, I got a better look at the guy on the floor. His skin was dark and sun-scabbed, face bruised a blackblue all over, and blood- both dried and fresh- spilled over the collar of his shirt down to his navel. The jeans he wore were torn, more wounds evident through their holes. The uneasy feeling in my stomach knotted and inched up to my throat, and I had to swallow the bile down.

I hadn’t even noticed that my feet inched closer to him until someone shouted my name. It was too late though, the man's hands had come unbound and suddenly my body was being slammed against the ground. My head smacked the hard floor with a ‘thwack’. The holster Konig had given me earlier was ripped off my belt and the gun inside it was torn away from my side. I was pinned down like this, knees crushing into my shoulder and hip, and the dirty bleeding mass above me had the gun pointed at the three men in a flash. My head spun in a dizzy haze, a burn bit like fire from where it was forced into the concrete below.

The man shouted in an unknown language above me, but everything moved too quickly for me to even register if it was English or not. The only distinct sound was two loud pops of a gun, and the man immediately dropped lifeless, smothering my body underneath him. I trembled and my throat collapsed, suffocating me under his heavy lifeless body.

I gasped lung fills when he was rolled over off me, large hands pulled my body up into a sitting position. My eyes drew over to where he lay- face up and eyes wide, a gruesome hole centered straight between his eyes. The dark crimson weaped from it, cascading over his eyes and glossing down the rest of his face, crying thick red tears.

My stomach emptied itself then and I turned from the strong arms that tried to hold me, to heave the contents against some drain in the floor. My body shook at the force of the bile leaving my body. With eyes watered and nose sniffling I rolled back up and scooted myself across the concrete. Scrambling to get as far from everything as quickly as possible. I wiped at my face with the sleeve of my jacket, eyes searching the room for anything else to focus on.

Then I saw him, Soap had fallen back against the floor at some point, and Ghost huddled over him calling his name. I pulled myself from Konig’s searching arms and rushed to his side- practically shoving Ghost out of the way. He moved for me, and reached over to pull a bright red kit from my bag, rapidly zipping it open and laying it at my side ready to use.

Soaps hand pawed at his side, blood seeping through the cracks of his fingers. Gaelic curses bleeding just as quickly past his lips. His voice pitched up high.

“Jesus H bloody fuckin’ Christ.” He half-whined.

“Shh shh Johnny,” I cooed, adrenaline racing through my veins as I ripped open a bag of gloves and snapped them on as quickly as I could. I grabbed at Ghosts wrist and forced his gloved hands over Soaps, he was reluctant at first but understood my unspoken command. He pressed down onto Soap’s hip hard, limiting the flow of slowly escaping blood.

He cursed at us again and Ghost spoke loudly down back over him, “Shut up Johnny, quit your bloody whining.” He demanded, eyes watching as my fingers threaded a curved needle. I tore open a bag of wet cloth wipes with my teeth, and peeled back at his sticky shirt, forcing it up over his chest. Ghost shifted back only slightly enough to give me room to work, continuing to loom dangerously over me. I had half-a-mind to tell him to sod off, that he was blocking what little light beamed through the holes in the ceiling, but I was too afraid he’d get upset and demand to stitch Soap back up himself.

At the least it was a clean shot, the bullet had gone completely through Soap to the other side, and stuck deep into the stone below us. I snipped off the front stitches within moments, and I motioned for Ghost to help me roll Soap over onto his side so I could finish the back. Then save for some more colorful language from the both of them, everything went relatively smoothly. I taped down a thick bandage that started from his belly button and wrapped over to the center of his back.

I turned my head to find Konig kneeled directly behind me watching me work, but mostly hovering uneasily and fidgeting with his fingers, unable to really help. I saw Price around the curve of his figure, glaring down at the bloody body of their wasted target, hands on his hips and back facing us. Soap curled up into himself after a breath, and Ghost helped him rise. His eyes bounced back between Price with the body and then settled angrily over Konig behind me.

“Nice going!” He shouted at him and even I recoiled a little. His brows were knotted together and it was a scary sight to see him frustrated for the first time, “That was our only lead!” He shouted. Ghost put a hand on his back and eased an arm over him, moving to hoist him up.

Konig was unfazed behind me when I looked back, his stare unmoving from a spot on the side of my face. It was then that I felt my body come back to me, and a warm liquid slipped down the corner of my forehead. The back and side of my head began to itch and I raised a hand to it- pulling back a glob of dark red that stained it’s way onto my palm.

Soap went quite too, and I wobbled unevenly towards Konig. He caught me with ease, settling me into his warm arms. A beeping started to our side, and I turned just in time to see Price pull a tiny blinking device from the discarded lump of a body. I don’t really remember much past then, just a blanket of heavy darkness finding its way over my tired body- a constant beeping and desperate pleas in German.

The beeping returned, lower pitched and constant as it whirled familiarly around the space before me. It fell into a similar rhythm as the beating of my racing heart. I knew before I opened my eyes that I was back at base in the cold and unfriendly room I grew to know more intimately than I ever wanted. The cot I was on was hard and pulled uncomfortably at the muscles in my back. I hesitated with opening my eyes, knowing the moment the bright fluorescent lights buzzed against them- the inevitable pain behind my skull would return tenfold.

But like with most other things, I was wrong. Confused but pleasantly surprised, I was thankful the lights had been dimmed. Only the lamp that adorned my desk against the back wall was on, and it cast long shadows up the walls.

The only other presence that filled the room was a shadow sat tucked into the corner, arms crossed and breathing deeply. I would recognize him anywhere. His large frame filled out my tiny swivel chair, and his head tilted in an uncomfortable angle resting against the wall. I welcomed the smile that found its way to my face. How he could sleep so soundly under such a thick mask I’d probably never understand.

I tipped my head down to check over my body. I was still in my dirty shirt, pants discarded under a thin blanket and spanx replaced them, riding high up my legs. An EKG machine stood adjacent to the cot I was on, two wires strapped down the collar of my shirt and attached sloppily to the center of my chest. My smile grew as I glanced back over at Konig.

He was awake now, eyes bright as he took me in, but he still sat unmoving. I wondered for a second if maybe he was sleeping after all- eyes opened as some kind of trauma response. But the twitch of his fingers gave him away.

“You going to pout over there all day, big guy?” My mouth was dry as I spoke, tongue thick and foreign in my mouth.

Konig moved to my side immediately then, hands hovering over my body as if he was too afraid to touch me in the wrong way. I let my eyes coax over him, and settled a hand over his shakey one. I could see the tension leave his body and he released a heavy sigh with it, the front cloth of his mask shifting under his breath. I wrapped another hand around the back base of his neck and pulled his forehead down on top of mine, craving his warmth closer. A comfort only he’d been able to grant me. He turned his body over me, hovering and not letting too much of it fall onto me. I secretly wished he would crush me though, and smother out all the bad mojo, replacing it with all of him instead. My head buzzed and tears pooled up in my eyes. I hadn’t realized I let a sob escape until he wrapped his strong arms around me and I was shaking underneath him.

Long moments passed around us until he shifted back down to my side, giving me room to breathe and settle.

I needed that. Him.

A sign of security that he was in fact still here, and I didn’t fuck things up so much that he had no option but to pull away. That cold distance washed over me in a disgusting way, and it felt worse than watching someone's life fade from in front of me. But yet here he was, gear piled at the foot of my cot- he was the one to drag me back here. He was the one who patched me up and waited until I awoke. He was the one who stayed first.

Wordlessly he put a fist around my heart, and closed it tight until every emotion I had locked away spilled out from under me.

“Konig.” I choked out, drawing him impossibly closer to me.

“I’m here, little Maus.”

He pressed his mouth against the top of my head in a gentle kiss, and I hated when he pulled away. I wanted to crawl inside the safe cavern of his chest and never leave.

I could hear him chuckle under his breath and he reached down under the cot to pull up a bottle of water, uncapping it for me and bringing the smooth liquid to my lips. His fingers were unclothed and gentle as they cupped my chin, letting my gulp down the crystal water greedily.

“Careful,” he cautioned, “Slowly, slowly, Liebling.” He was so gentle like this, and it easily became my favorite side of him.

I swallowed and let my head fall back against the soft pillow, Konig’s hand remained at my cheek, his thumb sporting soft circles against it. We laid like this for a while, just staring into each other's eyes. Sending mental juvenile promises and wishes back and forth. The black ink around his eyes had faded, rubbed at tirely; I could see the evidence of it smothered over the back of his knuckles. But as time went on and the more I forced myself to stay awake, the more the throbbing in my head begged for my attention. I raised a weak hand and pointed to the cabinet cooler tucked into the corner of the room.

“Help me up in an I.V?” I asked, Konig nodded and swiftly rose to move soundlessly about the room, gathering whatever items I pointed out to him. His fingers were still for once as he focused on listening to me, guiding him on how to strap the lean muscle of my bicep down in order to locate a vein. I popped the needle into myself and he cringed back a little, watching nonetheless. I laughed and he helped connect and tie the bag up above me.

He settled back down next to me, pulling the chair as close as it would go and laying a hand back over my face, brushing the hair there back.

“Rest, little Maus.” He finally spoke, voice deep with exhaustion. “I will watch over you.”

“You need rest too, Konig.” I pushed, but my body ached to listen and shrink back down into the cot. Konig tucked the blanket up under my chin. The cool of the IV lowered my body temperature quickly, but he snuggled up as close as he could to me, letting me greedily steal his body warmth.

He shook his head, the mask followed. His fingers gently covered my eyes, gracing them closed.

“Sleep.”

“Stay.” I whispered, already full well knowing that he would.

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[gothic-digital-circus-askblog]

Wait a minute, who is this inferno?

"Oh that the new mask that ragady-b@%$# put on zooble"😑

[betasquadampfanclub]

Yalll sorry i havent posted much like that. I've been lockin in for finals cus they start tmr and I'm NOT tryna do summer school. I'm too pretty to be in there w them ragady kids!

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[nylwnder]

GET YOUR FUCKING RAGADY ASS PAWS OFF HOLMIE

[cristianasworld]

Poi dite -oia- per le ragadi e vi fate curare dalla scienza

[wdonnait]

Scarsa idratazione: i principali disturbi di chi beve poco

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Scarsa idratazione: i principali disturbi di chi beve poco

Idratare il proprio organismo è fondamentale per svolgere le funzioni fondamentali e restare in salute, perché il corpo è composto al 70% d’acqua. Se non si mantiene un buon livello di idratazione, potrebbero esserci problematiche di diverso tipo. I medici di tutto il mondo, infatti, raccomandano di consumare almeno due litri di acqua al giorno. In caso contrario, si potrebbero avere diversi disturbi connessi proprio allo scarso consumo di acqua.

Stipsi

La scarsa disidratazione nelle persone causa seri problemi nell’espletare alcuni bisogni fisiologici. Più precisamente, la scarsa idratazione spesso causa la stipsi, perché l’organismo, per preservare l’acqua nel sangue, rimuove quella in eccesso contenuta nelle feci. In poche parole, il corpo, per non rimanere senz’acqua, cerca di assorbirla dalle feci presenti nel nostro corpo. Questo le rende più difficili da evacuare, specialmente se l’organismo è carente non solo di liquidi ma anche di fibre. Ciò a lungo andare potrebbe causare anche la stitichezza cronica. Tale situazione può causare molti problemi come ad esempio le emorroidi. Feci particolarmente dure, infatti, sono difficili da evacuare e questo potrebbe sicuramente favorire la formazione di ragadi ed emorroidi, entrambe piuttosto fastidiose. Per evitare tutto ciò, è importante non solo avere una alimentazione sana e corretta ma è necessario anche bere il giusto quantitativo di acqua quotidianamente.

Invecchiamento precoce

Un altro problema correlato alla disidratazione è l’invecchiamento precoce della pelle. Infatti, non apportare la giusta quantità di acqua all’organismo si ripercuote anche sulla pelle, rendendola secca e diminuendo la capacità di produrre sebo, che trattiene l’acqua nella pelle, creando uno strato protettivo. Questo si traduce in una scarsa plasticità e quindi nella comparsa delle rughe. Tuttavia, alcune recenti ricerche hanno mostrato una correlazione anche tra l’invecchiamento cellulare e la disidratazione, poiché la mancanza di liquido può causare una contrazione della materia grigia, analogamente a quanto accade con lo stress.

Infezioni urinarie

Il sistema urinario espelle tramite l’urina le sostanze filtrate dai reni, come le scorie e i liquidi in eccesso. Ciò significa che un corretto apporto d’acqua all’organismo, aiuta anche a mantenerlo pulito. La mancanza d’acqua, al contrario, diminuisce la produzione di urina e di conseguenza l’espulsione delle scorie dall’organismo, e favorisce la proliferazione dei batteri. Tutto ciò può causare delle infezioni urinarie, come la cistite, in particolare nelle donne che hanno un condotto urinario più corto e quindi di più facile accesso ai batteri.

Colpo di calore

Se si è soliti praticare sport è fondamentale essere idratati. Se non si assumono liquidi in sufficienza, infatti, si rischia di avere un colpo di calore durante un’attività fisica particolarmente intensa. Pertanto, chi pratica sport dovrebbe bere molta acqua in modo da permettere al proprio corpo di lavorare al meglio.

Pressione bassa e problemi renali

Un altro effetto legato alla mancanza di acqua nell’organismo è l’abbassamento della pressione. Potrebbe succedere, infatti, che una condizione di ipotensione improvvisa sia

dovuta proprio alla scarsa idratazione. Ancora, è ormai ampiamente dimostrato che una disidratazione può causare anche seri problemi ai reni, con conseguente possibile formazione di alcuni calcol

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Resistere

A seguito dei recenti eventi ho deciso di raccontare questa storia, una sorta di mandala, che sarebbe qualcosa intrecciato di poteri cosmici. Io che sono semplice vorrei solo che quello che è successo l’anno scorso si ripeta. 

Di ritorno da quattro giorni in Toscana ho ripreso le redini della situazione. All’epoca avevo tre collaboraricii principali e finalmente ero riuscito ad accumulare abbastanza lavoro da darlo alla collaboratriche principale, Jaclyn. 

In un mese e mezzo la sua casa sarà interessata dal ciclone Elsa e successivamente contrarrà il Covid che con il suo stato di salute già compromesso, la porterà all’incoscienza per quasi due settimane. 

Che fosse vero, o no, non posso dirlo. Mi fido di questa persona. Successivamente la terza collaboratrice spari. E furono cazzi.

In occasione di una gita in montagna contrassi una infezione intestinale che mi portava a cagare 16 volte al giorno.

Dovevo coprire il lavoro delle mie collaboratrici, ad ogni costo. Letteralmente. Non c’era nessuno tranne me. Iniziai a lavorare 16-18 ore al giorno, cagando sangue, mangiando da un pentolone incrostato di riso in bianco. 

La mia schiena presto cedette e non riuscivo più a sopportare i crampi ( i miei muscoli sono quelle cose incastrate in mezzo alla cosa a zig zag figura 2). Dovevo lavorare in ginocchio. 

Anche se erano i primi di settembre avevo freddo, cagavo sangue. Avevo i crampi. Ero spaccato dal dolore. All’inizio ebbi paura di non farcela, di non poter reggere. 

Poi capii una cosa molto semplice: non me ne fregava un cazzo di crollare, la cosa importante era spingere finché non crollavo. Finché Jaclyn o l’altra non si fossero liberate o io non avessi fallito. Stare lì concentrato e fare. Se mi avessero trovato in casa morto con le infezioni che proliferavano dal mio buco del culo, sarebbe stato okay. 

In quelle due settimane generai quasi 70k per i miei clienti ( parte degli screenshot nel post), sentendomi molto più legittimato in quello che facevo. Tutto quello che volevo: una macchina, poter essere libero e non sottoposto a maltrattamenti costanti e umilianti, era dietro quel dolore. Non c’era altro per me.  Mollare significava perdere di certo, resistere mi avrebbe dato una possibilità di farcela. 

Ricordo con orrore il dolore delle ginocchia che non tenevano più la posizione, i muscoli che andavano ad infilarsi sotto la gobba e la visione offuscata dai crampi che partivano dalla cervicale per arrivare fino al buco del culo. 

Due settimane e ricevetti la mail che ho allegato. Ho anche la foto della nostra prima videochiamata dopo l’evento. Quando rientrerò in possesso del mio hard disk la metterò. 

ps. 

Dopo questo post relativo ad eventi noti ai più inizierò a postare a manetta il cazzo che me pare. 

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