#Companion Services

[dependable-homecare-llc]

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[giftedhandsin-homecareagency]

Proper hand hygiene is crucial for maintaining health, especially in environments like in-home care in Oregon. Hand hygiene plays a vital role in reducing the spread of infections. Germs can spread from one person to another through direct contact or contaminated surfaces, making handwashing an essential practice for caregivers and patients alike.

[lowenhillhomecareservices]

Companion services play a crucial role in enhancing the daily lives and emotional well-being of individuals, especially those who are elderly, disabled, or recovering from illness. These services go beyond mere assistance with daily activities; they provide essential social interaction, emotional support, and a sense of security that significantly improve the quality of life.

[ameriprimehomecare]

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[your-enby-antihero]

Posted a meme just now but also my personal thoughts on vax and his relationship with coming back and his relationship with the matron.

When I think about them as a god and as a champion there is something so terribly tragic about Vax and the Matron. Both so deeply in love with the people they cared about in life and both so duty bound to safeguard the souls of the people of Exandria.

The Matron giving Vax one night to pretend like the world is fine and nothing bad could have ever happened to him or his loved ones, that nothing was ever scarified for love. She can watch him hug little Gwen and look at Vax Jr/Freddy with big adoring eyes and smile at the Twins seeing a mirror of his beloved sister and himself in both Wolfe and Leona and seeing the little Vesper he saw as a baby as a beautiful grown woman. The Matron can watch for one night and think about the god- no the person that she loved that gave everything (including their duty and family) to her because they thought the earth and the universe about her, and maybe she can think about what ifs about her life with them. She can picture what their face looked like and how their hands felt in hers.

Maybe just for tonight the Matron and her champion can surrender duty and obligation and loyalty and see their loved ones before the world crumbles before their very eyes.

[natalievoncatte]

Kara Zor El Danvers lived in a world of limitless sensation.

Thanks to her cousin, the world knew of her x-ray vision, but her eyesight went far beyond that. She could focus her attention and observe the mechanisms of the cell, or look skyward and see things so vast that they were invisible to the human eye. (She learned in her youth not to tell people that the entire solar system was, from time to time, engulfed in the digestive tract of a space whale so huge that its body was too big for humans to perceive) She could see colors lost to human vision and watch particles scatter off the atmosphere.

He sense of smell was beyond acute; had she the impulse, she could have tracked her family by scent. Her hearing was both gift and curse, as was her sense of taste, which she indulged with abandon thanks to her vastly more efficient digestive system and metabolism.

What most people never thought about was her touch. Kara could shake someone’s hand and read their fingerprint like braille. She was sensitive to the most minute changes in temperature or texture, and at times it could be just as overwhelming and overstimulating as her other senses. Kara learned to embrace it- she was a tactile girl from a race that disdained physical contact, even among lovers.

They had no idea what they were missing.

The first time Kara laid her hands on Lena Luthor was just after she’d arrested the fall of a multi-ton helicopter and dragged it from gravity’s grasp to bring it to rest on the roof of LuthorCorp. She’d checked the pilot first and…

Kara had eidetic memory. Perfect recall. It was another cursed gift, one born of the interaction of perfect healing with her alien brain. She would never forget seeing Lena for the first time. It was hers and hers alone.

Other humans could see Lena’s dark hair and soft pale skin, see the variation between her eyes, one a little more blue than green. They didn’t see what Kara saw; a thousand colors sparkling in those eyes like impossible gems, the heat bloom on her skin following the flush in her cheeks. The thundering of her heart in her chest beat a tempo in Kara’s ears, and then Kara touched her.

It was a simple gesture. No skin to skin, just a hand on Lena’s shoulder to steady her and ask her if she was okay, but beneath it Kara could sense her pulse and her body heat and was dimly aware of the electrical conduction of her nervous system.

It was heady, intoxicating. Even her scent- not the perfume covering it but the scent of *her*, her real scent, shot through with acidic fear, was intoxicating. Kara breathed it in and it exploded in her chest, making her feel a million miles tall.

The meeting was brief. Kara had to deal with annoying robots. There were always robots.

Later, Lena was there again and this time Kara was meeting her. Kara forgot that as she walked in with Kal… Clark. For those first few steps she wasn’t Supergirl or Cat Grant’s Assistant, she was herself, the person she only was around her closest friends who knew her secret. The one who walked tall, shoulders back, with nothing to hide.

Again, Lena was overwhelming. Kara was all but stunned by her, stammering and blushing. She didn’t know if there was love at first sight but first touch, just maybe. Lena’s hand was soft and warm, her grip firm, and Kara didn’t know why, then, that it sent such a jolt through her.

It was not the last time they touched.

Some thugs heaved Lena off her balcony, sending her screaming towards her death. Kara was there -she wouldn’t have had to hear it all over the phone- and caught her. It was a flawless rescue, scooping her from the air. Lena, terrified, clung to her for dear life.

Something happened on the way up. There was a brief, searing moment when Lena’s fear faded and she pressed in tight to her savior. Kara was acutely aware of the bare skin on the inside of Lena’s knee, the feeling of her soft calf against the back of her hand and the pull of Lena’s arms around her neck.

That night, Kara began to have feelings. Imaginings. Feeling silken smooth legs sliding under her palms, delicate hands clutched in hers, fingers laced. Wet skin slick on wet skin and clenching muscles, gossamer curls winding across her flesh in a symphony of pure feeling, hot breath on her skin. Teeth on her neck.

It felt weird, it felt wrong, it felt… predatory. Kara was scared of what she wanted, and how she wanted it- feral, with the wild abandon of an apex predator. Kryptonians were above such things. They were a race of stoic scientists who mastered and abandoned animal lusts and replaced them with cold technology Would she betray her heritage this way, too? She’d failed to keep Kal Kryptonian. What if she lost herself, too?

There were other touches. Soft hands on shoulders and lingering palms resting on arms. Lena hugged Kara and sheltered in her arms, drawing Kara around her like armor, and Kara let herself revel in it. She needed to protect Lena like she needed to breathe air.

Then came another. The Daxamite. The enemy, the lover, the jerk. He gave her touches too. Touches she was supposed to enjoy, supposed to want. Everyone told her so, even Alex who despised and suspected him at first.

She enjoyed it for what it was, and hated it for what it wasn’t.

Then he was gone and she was left again to longing. She tried to abandon the Danvers and Become Kryptonian, but she’d failed. Lena Luthor had gloriously corrupted her and she knew in the deepest hidden parts of her heart that whoever she was, she wasn’t the model Kryptonian youth, promised to the science council. She was Alex Danvers’s sister and Eliza Danvers’s daughter and Clark Kent’s cousin, losing herself in friendship and potstickers and guilt.

In the dark, Kara wept because she knew if she could change it all, if she could go back, save her world and her people, something of great value would be lost.

There was something between them, something terrible, something festering between every touch and it gnawed at Kara more and more with every lingering moment. Joy was shot through with terror when Lena would crowd in close to her, the pair of them giggling wine-drunk like the children they’d never been allowed to be. Children of tragedy, daughters of tarnished fathers, inheritors of legacies too heavy to carry alone.

More and more Lena and Kara let each other press close, each under the other’s shoulder, bearing the weight the weight as one. As one in every way except the one that mattered, until Kara’s heart hurt so much that she remembered those first days on Earth when she’d wished the green fireball had taken her pod too.

Then came the worst thing: the truth.

Kara wanted nothing more than to touch her, to feel skin on skin. She knew if she could hold Lena she could make it better, if she could come just shy of kissing the crown of her head and tell her how impossibly sorry she was that Lena would see, that she would feel and understand.

Instead there was only a wall of ice crusted with poison that shot red hot rancid agony through her veins, like a hot knife flensing her skin as her lungs crushed themselves. It felt like she was dying and she wanted it.

It felt like that the entire time. Every argument, every fight. Kara just wanted to scream. Scream at Lena at Mount Norquay with the ultimate weapon aimed at her heart, scream at her on balconies and rooftops and in fraught rescues where Lena shoved her away. Please just let me hold you one more time.

And then, one day, Lena came back. Kara was doing something meaningless -even with the world at stake she still had to write puff pieces for her asshole new boss- and was pacing around her apartment looking for the will to be human when it felt so pointless, and then she heard the staccato of Lena’s racing heart and pulled open her door.

It was explosive. Kara froze, stunned as if struck. It was like seeing Lena for the first time again, as she stood there with tear-wet cheeks in a winter coat with her arms and shoulders folded in fear, and Kara hated that she was afraid. She watched the invisible spectrum dance across Lena’s skin and was lost in her sea-sapphire eyes all over again and dared not even think the prayer on her tongue, a plea that came to her in Kryptonian first.

“I’m sorry,” Lena began, “I was wrong.”

Kara only heard the pain and knew she had to make it stop. Instinct drove her, the instinct she wasn’t supposed to answer. She embraced Lena with the utmost care, needing only to make it better, to make her precious Lena’s hurting stop.

Despite her photographic memory she would never recall who crossed the Rubicon. Maybe it was both of them at once. Lena touched Kara as she never had before, answering the intensity of Kara’s consuming attention in a way she’d always shied from before. Every flash of boldness from Lena drove Kara more feral and she sucked in a sharp breath as she left a hand print pressed in her door, thinking oh oh Rao I don’t want to hurt her, but if Lena was afraid she didn’t show it.

It all just sort of happened on instinct, like they both just knew what to do. Kara heaved her Lena into the air with a shocking display of strength, quivering with joy. Catching her wasn’t enough, she wanted to scoop Lena up and carry her off like a conquering hero, and she was, this was really happening.

They spoke only once, Kara asking the question. “Is this okay?”

“Yes.”

Kara exerted every ounce of control she had, schooling every movement, commanding every brush of her fingers and movement of her hands. She let herself drink the sensations, etching a record of every facet of these moments that would endure until the end of her days. She’d never felt as alive as when she felt Lena’s body arch under her hands and the buzz in her throat as she cried Kara’s name.

The humans called it becoming one flesh. Kara thought that was silly. Now, she understood.

Lena answered her tenfold, answering Kara’s burning questions with her hands and lips and teeth, almost shocking Kara with her intensity.

To her surprise it was the after she loved most, feeling Lena’s soft, delicate, vulnerable body cradled in her arms, and when Lena sobbed into her shoulder, Kara wept with her and murmured all the promises again and again and again.

Later, after struggles and losses and a strange sense that it was all finally over, the great battles won, the great miracles all performed, Kara formed the metal and crushed the gems into being with her own hands, and would never forget the trembling in Lena’s hands as she circled the bracelet around her wrist.

[myobsessionsspace]

We know that there had been plans for Jin to enlist then their MOTS tour got cancelled and Covid hit and everything had to be reshuffled.

These answers are anonymous 💜

• Fetus Jikook

• ‘was this the start of something new’ Jikook (2016)

• ‘the year of GCF Tokyo’ Jikook (2017

• ‘cancelled tours, tears & billboard number ones’ Jikook (2020)

• 2022 ‘the beginning of chapter 2 Jikook’

• ‘Are You Sure Era’ Jikook

[getvalentined]

Dogsitting while my folks are out of town for the day and even tho I see this guy about once a week I still forget how big he is. It really isn't clear unless you're there, no matter how I try to get it across.

Those floor tiles are 13×13 inches (33×33cm) not counting the grout between them. He's enormous.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

What is the Order of the Garter and who are the members in the Windsor Castle procession?

By Emily Ferguson, Royal Editor

17 June 2024

xxx

[shroudandsands]

Prompt #19: Taken

“In here, Heartlight,” A hand on her back, Sawyer’s voice tucked low and behind her horn as winds whipped around them with dust and debris. Hustled into a building, some sort of bar by the smell of it she could guess, mere moments after their arrival. She shook the dust out of her clothes and off of her scales as they both took a moment to recuperate.

As a chirurgeon and skilled healer, it wasn’t uncommon for Amesha’s services to be requested outside the walls of the Crystarium. She’d been moved between the forts, sent with soldiers to smaller villages that lacked a doctor, flown out for emergency services, but it wasn’t necessarily common… Partly due to having to accommodate her needs, partly because she had a particularly fearsome guard dog who wasn’t too terribly fond of the separation. Also she hated flying. A lot. Which is why she was here now. That the both of them were here, even. Sawyer’s worries assuaged by accompanying her, her own fears of flight not-at-all dealt with by her partner’s presence but made more tolerable after the fact to the point she was willing to put up with it. Amesha cocked her head as said partner placed her hand onto her shoulder to wake her from her momentary daydream. “Come, let’s sit for a moment. The dust storm should pass shortly then we can continue our way towards the Inn.” Her hand in Sawyer’s led her through the rest of the crowd taking shelter. Getting bumped here and there, having to squeeze between strangers, then finally arrived at a booth that kept them off to the side so that she might not get randomly lost and/or suffocated by passing peoples who very much so didn’t notice the small drahn in their midst. She threw herself into the seat to escape the throng. “Storm to stray and unfortunate in time- Not long after wresting the bough from its roots must it also delay-” Amesha sighed, leaning forward onto the table while her tail thumped. “Better for, perhaps, to allow uneasy waves in the calm oasis to settle…”

Sawyer, who had remained standing, leaned down to press a kiss to the top of her head. She could feel the smile on her partner’s lips and the slight aura of smug knowing at her words. She couldn’t help but glare in the vague direction of Sawyer’s face. “Oh come now, Heartlight. You know as well as I that you hated every moment we were in the air. Take this as the blessing it is.” Her well-meaning sentence was interrupted by a partially suppressed laugh. “For now, I’m going to get us something for the road. And perhaps something that will settle those uneasy waves, hmm?” Another kiss to the top of her head announced Sawyer’s departure. Nothing for it, then, than to simply allow her thoughts to drift until her Hawk returned with whatever bounty she might obtain…

Or not. The thud of an unfamiliar hand on the table jolted her back into reality right as she’d begun to think of their return. She was pleasantly already imagining herself collapsed onto their bed facedown and ready to sleep. Instead she was now having to point her blank gaze towards a stranger who… Eugh, what had they been drinking? “Pardon me little lady- Seems like yer all on yer lonesome waitin’ out this little storm outside. Mind some company while ya do?” The voice was gruff, not all that unfriendly, somewhat drunk sounding, and honestly very irritating. Especially given that he waited on no response from her before dropping himself in the seat next to her. “Don’t mind m’self. Just can’t stand to let a lady be all on her own in a place like this- ‘specially when she’s lookin’ so out of place in the middle of it. You just blow in with the windstorm, I’m assumin’?” Her tail retreated to the other side of the bench so as to not accidentally whack him in her irritation. “River wound and wandered from crystal’s tower to the far edges upon back of the wind, yes, only to bring with it storm and dust. Waiting for her Hawk to return so that she might aid and recuperate until once again stretching wings along road…” She rapped her knuckle against the table- Usually strange men were put off by her wandering poetic speech enough to shut up and wander away. “For work, for aid, to protect, to keep. Unable to allow distraction, unable to allow discussion…” A beat. A pause. “…Shite yer a real fancy type talkin’ like that. I was right, ya are out of place. Sayin’ yer waitin’ on some- You need a guard, yer sayin’? Only think ‘hawk’ can mean, at least. Well I suppose I picked the right time to drop in, then. You runnin’ from someone? Or just goin’ somewhere? Not much out here for a lady who talks all fancy…” She couldn’t help but sit there visibly nonplussed as this guy didn’t take the not-so-obvious hint that she was being weird so he’d fuck off. “Must be from Eulmore if yer chattin’ like this anyways. Didn’t think you folks got that far away from the place. Y’ain’t in the business of bein’ a sponsor, are ya? Or do they even do that anymore… Don’t matter. I do the escortin’ kind of work all the time, a proper guard I am. Ya thinkin’ how much I’m gonna get paid already? I got some nice rates for the fancier folk so they get their money’s worth…”

Amesha sat bolt upright as his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Her wings, away from her now, yanked hard against the restraints that they’d been put into for flight so they would be safe. That was at least an immediate sign for someone to come back to the table. She didn’t process much else of what he said in the next few seconds. Frankly she wasn’t sure he did either, what with the way he was continuing to inch closer. Because it was only those few seconds before storm and surge stomped back over towards them and balled up fury and rage into a fist- “Pardon me,” Sawyer’s voice was the perfect picture of restrained spontaneous violence. “Take your hands off of her.” “Excuse me, missy, but me and my new employer here are havin’ a productive conversation,” He drawled, leaning in closer to Amesha. “I think ya might be a tad bit confused. She asked for me to come over here-”

The sound of metal crunching against bone was far louder in her horn than the yelling that came along with it- His arm released her, finally, as the second crunch saw the man beside her thrown out of the bench and onto the floor. “I said. Don’t. Touch. Her.” Each word was punctuated by her boots as she stepped over him and to her, her touch reaching out for her partner’s hand. Taken in a moment with each other before Sawyer’s attention returned to their bothersome new friend. He was still laid there sputtering on the floor; still trying to catch up with the events of the past few seconds. He wasn’t too quick on the uptake. “As one meant to say, as one did say…” Amesha extricated herself from the bench seat with her partner’s help, making sure she didn’t step on the drunkard. “The Hawk was due to return to the bough. Not you- Not anyone else. Her.” Amesha’s tail wrapped itself about Sawyer’s leg for a moment as she frowned downwards towards him.

Sawyer bristled as eyes came upon them. As she pulled Amesha against her. “That is to say she’s taken.”

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine you and Eric exchanging letters

Coming to a halt in the water, your tail helps you stay upright as it sways with the sea to keep you balanced. Your eyes carefully scan the ocean's surface for signs of large shadows. Waiting quietly for a few minutes, a smile grows on your face when none appear. Not wasting any more time, your tail flaps rapidly through the water as you swim toward the surface.

You hear a loud and raucous squawk when you break through the surface with a big splash. You move the wet strands of hair that cover your face with one hand and look for the source of the noise. It doesn't take you long to notice the yellow bill, black legs, and glossy black shaggy crest of the large tern that was perched near the entrance of the short sea stack's alcove. Spotting the scroll of parchment paper hidden behind its now damp gray wings, you quickly make your way toward the Great Crested Tern.

"Captain!" You say, joy evident in your voice when you near your feathered friend. You rest your arms along the edge of the alcove's floor and watch the bird pick up the rolled-up scroll of paper beside him and make the short glide to reach you.

"Can't you come out of the water more peacefully," Captain asks you with a grumble as he tries shaking the water off his wings.

You have the sense to look sheepish when he turns to stare at you. "I'm sorry," You tell him, moving a hand out of the water and reaching over to smooth his crest down once more. He moves with your hand, trilling in satisfaction when he notes in the water's reflection that his crest fluffed up to how it once was.

"I can never stay mad at you." He sighs before moving his head toward the ground and pushing the scroll to you with his break. A grin breaks out once more on your more as you grab the scroll and begin to unroll it. "Another letter from your lover."

Your face flushes and you feel your cheeks heat up as Captain squawks with laughter at your reaction.

"He's not my lover!" You tell him with a huff though the softness in your eyes when you spot his name at the bottom of the parchment paper says otherwise. The tern doesn't point this out even though he wants to as you start your spiel once more about the relationship between you and Eric as you read through his letter. "This exchange is purely academic. To learn more about each other's culture and vice versa."

"I'm sure there are more things you want to exchange." He teases as he uses the tern's mating ritual of head raising and bowing to imply the point he's trying to make.

You drop the scroll in embarrassment, the paper furrowing itself and you submerge your body into the ocean in the hopes that the coolness of the sea would stop your face from warming up anymore at Captain's teasing. Peeking your eyes out of the water, you mumble to the bird "I'm going to feed you a feral animal” as he falls into a squawk of laughter once more.

[soupwife]

my Rook, Nara <3

[bringbackgoth]

Thank you for giving me 13 years of your amazing and silly personality.

Qwigley passed away at home tonight after suffering 2 seizures this morning. From start to finish the ordeal took around 12 hours. 12 hours of discomfort and confusion is a better end than a lot of dogs get.

Some of my fav photos as well as photos of him with the two ladies he will be joining in the big dog park in the sky. Cosima and Lulu will be so excited to see him.

RIP Uncle Stinky

[seaweedstarshine]

Okay so The Star Beast was fun and I'm hyped for Wild Blue Yonder and everything but I am shattered over the new episode of Eleventh Doctor Chronicles.

Broken Hearts is some of the best dark!Doctor Expanded Universe exploration I ever consumed, and that includes The Eleventh Doctor Year Two comics. I am sobbing. I am in tears. I am broken as thoroughly as the Doctor broke Valerie Lockwood.

Me when I can't find any Broken Hearts/Curiosity Shop stan posts to reblog or fic to read to get out the angsty energy...

(fic. I'm writing fic. and yes this is an open request for reading recs)

[lunarrosespirits]

Kyra the Pink Opal Monarch Shifter [Mod Lilac]

Name: Kyra

Species: Pink Opal Monarch Shifter

Pronouns: She/Her

Alignment: Peony

Likes: tea parties, dressing up, spending time with friends, balls/parties, romance, picnics

Dislikes: loud, harsh noises, yelling, sour foods (as in spoiled, but also taste), rotten smells

Keywords: regal, royal, poised, elegant, kind, curious, intelligent, soft

Family Requirements: Would like to have a family that is alright with her entertaining/hosting gatherings and events for. She'd like to become a sister to the other spirits in the family.

Message: Hello, my loves. I am simply overjoyed to meet all of you! I hope we can share fun memories, and maybe a recipe or two.

Adoption Fee: $75

To chat with Kyra, request visits, to find the link to our companion application or to put in an invitation for her to join your family, please visit our Discord!

[myobsessionsspace]

Maybe I will sound stupid, because I'm not on Twitter, but why are they all saying that Jungkook works in the kitchen? I mean, I wouldn't judge any type of work especially since I've worked in a school kitchen myself when I was pretty young, but I'm just not understanding. Is it because he said he was cooking good rice in his Weverse message? I am so lost.

Hello lovely,

First of all, you do not sound stupid! You sound like you’ve done very well in protecting your peace, curating your social network spaces and consuming content from the right places.

You sound like someone who has experienced enough life and people to not be judgemental and is just genuinely perplexed by people’s online behaviours.

Jungkook hasn’t explicitly said he’s Kitchen Police but deducing from the available positions in the 5th division, where news sources reported them as going, it’s the safest assumption. There have been a number of people who looked into the units that fall under the artillery brigade and had spoken before about them, unfortunately I couldn't find reputable sources to link for you, sorry.

The big deal for certain subsections is what it means for them and their wars with other subsections in the fandom, Jungkook maybe not being in the same role as Jimin. The big deal for certain people is Jungkook maybe not doing a role that lives up to the fantasies and image they have for him.

The big deal sadly isn't the main thing that should be the priority Jungkook and Jimin’s well-being.

Jungkook’s update and the information readers can glean from it ,as to how he spends his days and who he spends his days with, aren’t about what it means for Jungkook or even Jimin, it’s about what it means for the online users and their interests.

For the majority though, those that actually genuinely care about BTS and the members and genuinely want to hear of good news, it good news, a welcome update, him cooking, cleaning or whatever.

It was the fact that he communicated with ARMY, updated ARMY and is seemingly doing well. The majority were genuinely happy.

It’s ok to be lost in what’s being argued about when it’s ridiculous anyway.

Knowing from updates from them, that they are doing well is enough.

No one is more the authority on Jimin and Jungkook than Jimin and Jungkook. Not dedicated accounts, no long threads, no insider stories etc.

Staying with official information from reputable sources helps the most.

News sources and Big Hit have confirmed Jimin and Jungkook to be using 동반 입대로 Companion Enlistment and Jimin has confirmed Jungkook to be doing well by his side and that he, Jimin is also doing well.

The rest is all noise.

💜

Official Information

Big Hit told ARMY:

News outlets told readers:

Source: Naver News

Source: Official Site for Rep. of Korea (I lost the link sorry! I will update when I find it)

Source

UPDATES Directly from Jungkook:

UPDATES Directly from Jimin: