#Constipation Relief Tips

[123aurasstuff]

[mental-mona]

My pelvic floor PT taught me a different technique than the ones described here. She told me to start with 10 diaphragmatic breaths, then rest your right hand on your lower right abdomen for 10 more diaphragmatic breaths. Then make radial motions from your navel across your belly in every direction, like you're drawing the sun, as many times as feels right. Then knead yourself like a cat would, starting low on the left and pressing toward your groin, moving your hands incrementally up your belly and still pressing toward the groin, then switching to the right side & pressing towards your ribs when you get to the top of your belly. After massaging each of the left quadrants, slide your hand down the whole quadrant. After massaging the top right quadrant, slide your hand upwards and across the top of your belly. Slide your hand upwards after the lower right quadrant. Then, starting at the bottom right and moving counterclockwise, press & slide your hand across your whole colon 10 times. Her thinking is that it's like a traffic jam, and to clear a traffic jam you'd want to move the cars in front first.

She told me to do this massage before bed so that I'll have a good BM when I wake up for the day; we do a lot of our digestion overnight. Sometimes it takes me 10 minutes, sometimes it's more like 30; it depends on how "knotted" and gassy my guts are. It's quite effective at getting gas out immediately, and it definitely helps some with stool, though I'm still much more likely to have a BM late at night rather than soon after getting up, cuz that's just how my guts work.

[yogaservices]

Discover gentle and safe yoga tips for constipation relief during pregnancy. Improve digestion naturally with expert-guided pregnancy yoga poses and breathing techniques.

[guideoflife]

[f4unlette]

𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑝𝑠

꒰ some of my personal tips and some other things that i’d like to try. will be adding more to the list soon ♡ ꒱

𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑒:

⌗ brewer's yeast and zinc supplements for healthy hair, skin and nails

⌗ magnesium and sea moss supplements for fatigue, anxiety, stress, muscle and sleep regulation, migraines and blood sugar and pressure regulation

⌗ psyllium husk for constipation/ibs

⌗ vitamin c supplements for boosting collagen production, regulating boood pressure and boosting immunity

⌗ tiger balm for sore muscles, stomach aches and headaches

𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚:

⌗ magnesium and psyllium husk supplements to promote smoother bowel movements

⌗ yoga and stretching, as well as debloating exercises

⌗ renew life’s 3 day detox/body cleansing pills for a total body reset

⌗ stool softeners over laxatives

⌗ 2l of water daily/minimum and avoiding carbonated drinks

⌗ focusing on consuming fiber rich foods rather than protein

𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑠:

⌗ chamomile, fenugreek and mallow tea for acne and inflammation

⌗ green tea after every meal to avoid bloating

⌗ cardamom or clove and cinnamon stick tea for body cleansing and avoiding foul body odor

⌗ lemon ginger shots to promote gut cleansing

⌗ lemon, strawberry and cucumber water for clearer skin

⌗ daily detox smoothies

⌗ jujube tea for glowy skin and period cramp relief — from uraveragemillenial on tiktok

⌗ pear, rock sugar and moss drink — from crystaldao111 on tiktok

𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒:

⌗ turmeric soap for dark spots and exfoliation

⌗ pink vaseline as a lip sleeping mask

⌗ vitamin c oil for scars and wrinkles

⌗ rose water as toner

⌗ la roche posay cicaplast baume b5+ for and tattoo care, acne scars, pimples and other skin inflammations

⌗ panoxyl for skin texture

⌗ tretinoin and gua sha for smile lines

⌗ facial lymphatic drainage for face puffiness

⌗ eating black seed oil to clear up acne

⌗ qasil powder for acne

⌗ moroccan beauty secrets — from zawinamorocco on tiktok

𝘩𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒:

⌗ amla hair oil for rapid hair growth

⌗ nettle shampoo mixed with a few drops of rosemary essential oil for oily roots and hair growth

⌗ tsubaki royal jelly and camelia oil conditioner and hair mask for soft hair

⌗ jojoba oil heat protectant cream for hair mids and ends before blow drying

⌗ argan oil for healthy and shiny hair ends

⌗ going to sleep the day before hair washing day in a loose braid after applying argan oil throughout hair mids and ends and with a silk bonnet on

⌗ trimming spit ends at home with a good pair of scissors

⌗ avoiding tight hair ties and opting for silk scrunchies

⌗ heatless curls > hair curlers

⌗ direct hair dye > box dye

note: i have type 1a (straight, thin and low porosity) hair, so these listed products may not be adequate for many people

𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒:

⌗ dove original soap and turkish exfoliating bath glove for soft skin

⌗ whipped shea butter with coconut oil for soft skin and hydrated cuticles

⌗ the ordinary glycolic acid for hyperpigmented underarms, elbow and knee ditches and oily hair roots

⌗ roll on deodorant followed by spray deodorant

⌗ johnson’s baby powder as dusting powder to lock in moisture from moisturizing cream

⌗ cuticle trimming every week, as well as nail filing and nail polish application using pink transparent nail polish (don’t forget toenails)

⌗ soaking hand nails in olive oil for 10 minutes to avoid them from peeling and breaking whilst promoting cuticle hydration

⌗ hand exercises for slimmer fingers

⌗ cleaning behind ears and piercing holes with saline solution every day

⌗ foot care by trimming toenails, scraping dead skin off, moisturizing feet and applying tea tree oil in case of fungi

⌗ couto toothpaste (pasta dentrífica), teeth flossing, tongue scraping and mint mouthwash with no alcohol for good dental and oral hygiene

𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑚𝑒:

⌗ brown mascara > black mascara

⌗ lightly applying vaseline on eyelashes and also using it as eyebrow gel

⌗ rubbing vaseline on skin before applying perfume to make it last longer

⌗ spraying body mist on clothes

⌗ fresh fruity perfume: spring and summer. woody, aromatic and deep gourmand: autumn and winter

⌗ caravan, éclat and equivalenza perfume and body mists are great and affordable dupes for expensive fragrances

⌗ perfume oil on wrists and neck

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑠:

⌗ pilates exercises from nikola’s pilates, shirlyn kim, move with nicole, lilly sabri, pamela reif

⌗ rosie graham’s 30 day challenge

⌗ k-pop workouts, especially kazuha’s workout from lesserafim

⌗ just dance

⌗ walking and jogging

⌗ jump rope

⌗ bicycling

⌗ badminton and handball

[cocktail-sausage]

Contains: Scat

When the Pax aliens took over Earth, not a lot changed. They did not want our precious metals or labor, but they wanted us as a food source. Not our flesh, mind you.

The Pax don’t have proper teeth to chew plants or meat, and even if the raw foods were processed into a paste for them, their weak and inefficient digestive systems could hardly extract the nutrients. In order to be edible to the Pax, the food needed to go through a natural pre-processing, much like what baby koalas need from their mothers. That’s where us humans come in.

The Pax allow us to live much like we did before, although it was necessary to enrich our diets with a bit more nutrients. To improve the end product, you see. And a few toxins removed. Other than that, they let us eat what we wanted and go about our business. They also protected Earth from other potential invaders, so it became a peaceful symbiotic relationship.

So what did we give them?

Individual Pax, sometimes pairs, are often seen walking the streets, their proboscis sniffing the air. Every now and again, they pick out a person seemingly at random. Maybe you are at a cafe, and a Pax suddenly approaches your table and makes a familiar gesture to follow them, which you are compelled to do so by law (unless you have a good reason to decline).

The Pax will guide you to a room available in most public establishments that’s like a secondary bathroom, called a “feeding room.” (The Pax do not understand our desire for privacy, but they went along with it.) Inside is a small staircase leading up to an Asian-style squat toilet on an elevated platform about four feet from the ground. You are expected to remove your pants and underwear and set them on the table or coat hooks provided. Then, you go up the stairs and squat over the toilet, with railings on the wall to steady yourself, your bare bottom facing out toward the Pax.

Once you’re in position, the Pax will come behind you and place a hand over your abdomen. They produce a mild electrical tingling that stimulates your intestines to get moving immediately. Even if you didn’t feel the need before, you’ll suddenly feel cramping and a great urgency.

Then, the Pax will put their soft proboscis around your anus, and use their tongue-like extension to gently probe your anus to encourage you. When you begin filling their mouth with delicious excrement, you feel their proboscis eagerly sucking against you, ensuring they get every last bit. The Pax’s hand usually remains on your abdomen, continuing the stimulation until you’re good and empty. The Pax’s grateful slorping picks up with each load you deliver into its mouth. The relief is exquisite. The squat toilet is really there to catch the involuntary urine from the force of squeezing everything out, especially if you happen to be constipated. In that case, the Pax helps by probing their tongue deeper inside your rectum and produces a mucus that acts as lubricant. It makes for a wonderful massage. The Pax are so tender and attentive to our comfort during this whole process.

When your guts are empty, the Pax will even gladly clean you by licking your anus and sucking residual mucus, and there is still toilet paper if so desired.

Some Pax are rather adventurous eaters, and will offer another service to humans with penises. You’d better believe their proboscis can perform the best oral you’ve ever had. They can easily swallow an erection all the way to the base and squeeze there while their tongue-like appendage curls around the tip, moving in complex spirals. This combination can make you delirious with pleasure. Cum is a nice dessert for them.

[a-sin-to-be-rin]

Loss and Reunion (Part 1)

Jason knew Dick had to die sometime. Besides the fact that it was inevitable, Batman’s Robins all seem to die early. It was really just a matter of time. But can Bruce at least pretend to be upset about it?

Part 2 here

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Part 1: Loss

His mouth is stern. Jaw tight. Eyes unreadable behind the godforsaken cowl. Jason knows that something is up with Bruce - sorry, Batman - even beyond the obvious.

“You’re here,” Batman growls.

“I’m here,” Jason echoes. He hadn’t been there when the world was under attack. He’d been with the Outlaws. He’d been busy. There’s only so much one person can do, and Jason is becoming more and more aware of that fact as time goes on.

In an attempt to remain casual, Jason crosses his arms and leans back on one of the Cave’s many walls. He keeps his expression as neutral as possible. Batman doesn’t need to know that his voice still makes Jason’s hands shake.

The muscles in Batman’s jaw and mouth relax. The corner of his lip tips up ever so slightly. If anyone other than a protege of Batman and child of Bruce Wayne saw it, they’d never notice the difference.

But Jason knows. Jason knows quite well.

Batman - or is it Bruce? - is smiling. It seems to be out of relief, but Jason frustratingly can’t see his eyes. Can’t tell for certain why he’s smiling.

“You’re here,” Batman repeats, and Jason has ten witty comebacks on his tongue when he’s abruptly silenced by the hug.

Hug.

Batman.

Batman is… is hugging him. Jason can’t remember many times Bruce hugged him. He often jokes that the only time he’d been cradled by Bruce was after he was already dead. No one ever finds it funny, but Jason keeps saying it anyway.

“Bruce,” Jason says, tone flat and arms stiff at his sides. He’s pretty sure he’s talking to Bruce, not Batman. “Let go.”

And emotionally constipated Bruce Wayne hugs Jason just a bit tighter, lingers for just a moment longer, before begrudgingly letting go. He straightens, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m, uh… I’m glad you’re okay.”

Jason squints, returning to his position against the wall. “I… Thanks?”

Bruce clears his throat. “A… A lot’s happened.”

Stating the obvious. Just because Jason was off-world doesn’t mean he wasn’t inundated with chaos the second he landed back on Earth.

But rather than say this, Jason decides to deflect, deflect, deflect. Anything to avoid discussing feelings with this uncharacteristically-vulnerable version of Bruce. “Where is everyone?”

At this, Bruce lets out a comically exaggerated sigh. He tugs the cowl down and runs a hand through his hair. Finally visible, Bruce’s eyes are tired. Exhausted, even. “Robin’s on patrol.”

Avoiding Bruce, Jason translates.

“Alfred’s with Leslie. Some people still need medical care after… everything.”

Meaning the world is so fucked that Alfred actually left the cave.

“Oracle should be in bed, though I doubt it. Probably still running comms.”

So nothing’s changed with her, then.

“And Red Robin is with the Titans.” Then he falls silent. Like the question has been sufficiently answered.

As per usual, Bruce’s true meaning lies with the unspoken.

“... and Dick?” Jason ventures.

Bruce sighs again, finding a chair to sit in. He lowers himself down gingerly, like every muscle aches. But his mouth stays shut. Jason can’t even hear a noncommittal “hn.”

Jason’s hands tighten on his arms. He and the golden boy aren’t the best of friends, but they’re still brothers. They’re still family.

And god knows what this family will do for each other.

“Where’s Dick?” And then, after another too-long pause - “Where’s Dick, Bruce?” His tone is tough enough to pierce titanium, sharp enough to cut diamond.

Bruce looks away and then back at Jason. “Nightwing’s dead.”

The words are spoken with a cold finality. With all the loving kindness of a dull icepick - weakened in mechanism but brutal in delivery. There is no room for care. No room for questioning. It’s spoken as Batman conducts his detective work: factual and efficient.

Jason may have forgiven the tone if Bruce at least looked sorry. But he doesn’t. His eyes are hardened. They’re not sorry. Not devastated. Not even sad.

They’re as expressionless as they were when he wore the cowl.

Something in Jason snaps. Sweat breaks out on his palms, his forehead, his neck. His shoulders tense, and his stomach flips. Jason’s face burns, and his vision goes a sickly green.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he demands, patience paper-thin.

“Nightwing was kidnapped by the Crime Syndicate. They revealed his identity on television and wired a bomb to his heart.”

Jason feels nauseous, but Bruce isn’t done.

“The bomb was set to go off unless Nightwing died. Lex Luthor killed him.”

And there it is. That railroad spike of flippancy. That absolute carelessness. It’s becoming painfully clear that even with the cowl off, this is Batman. This is the man that trained Jason. Not the man that tried to be his father.

That tried to be Dick’s father too. But hadn’t tried hard enough.

“You…” Jason means to say something defensive. He means to say something demanding and intimidating and furious, because that’s what he is. He’s furious.

…so why does he feel so empty?

“It’s not…” But still, Jason can’t manage a sentence. He opens his mouth to speak, and words fail him. Because… because surely there’s something wrong. Surely, this is a lie.

And while Jason wrestles with this, Bruce studies his expression. Is no doubt waiting for an angry outburst or a pathetic wave of tears.

But he gets neither. Because Jason is just… confused.

“You’re… He’s dead?” he finally manages.

And Bruce nods, eyes still devoid of grief or ire. It makes Jason’s stomach knot.

“And you’re certain?” Because sure, he’s dead. They’ve all died. But it never quite sticks. Being assumed dead is very different from being face-to-face with a corpse. And even then, it isn’t always forever. Jason is living proof of that.

“I wouldn’t lie about this.”

“Did you see the body, Bruce?” Jason presses. “Can you confirm-?”

“Yes.” Bruce’s tone is cold, but his eyes are devoid of emotion. He sounds upset about being questioned. Not upset that his son is dead.

Jason tries to ignore that. “When?”

“Two months ago.”

The revelation is like a hammer to his gut.

For a long, long moment, Jason says nothing. He stares out past Bruce, eyes losing focus.

“Jason.” Bruce is cautious, voice concerned. “Jason, say something.”

“... where’s Luthor?”

And suddenly, Bruce is the quiet one.

“Bruce. Where’s Luthor?”

Bruce doesn’t respond. Just shakes his head before turning around, sweeping his cape, and pacing to the Batcomputer.

And then rage hits Jason like a bullet train. “Don’t you care??” he shouts.

Still no response. Just rapid typing on the keyboard.

Jason’s eye twitches. He forces a controlled stream of air from his lips, struggling to compose himself. “Where’s Luthor?” He stalks towards the computer himself, not stopping until he’s standing next to the console chair.

The typing pauses, fingers stilled over the keys. And then Bruce - Batman - shrugs, resuming his case report.

Jason’s vision is filtered by a deeper shade of green. The blatant lack of respect - of decency - makes Jason’s mouth taste bitter. It’s so, so painfully reminiscent. So similar, it’s practically identical. So like Jason’s death.

The Joker is out there somewhere. Living to swing crowbars another day. Living to kill kids another day. Batman hasn’t stopped him.

And here it is. Dick. Dead. And where is Luthor?

Batman certainly doesn’t know.

“Don’t do that,” he warns, sight narrowing in on Batman. “Tell me Luthor’s dead. Tell me he’s dead, Bruce!”

But Batman doesn’t say it. Bruce doesn’t say it either. Both are the picture of calm. Of someone who hasn’t just lost a son.

“Where is he?” Jason seethes. Even if Batman doesn’t care, Jason needs somewhere to go. Something to do.

This seems to snap Bruce forward and push Batman away. “Jason,” he begins softly, finally looking away from the computer and spinning in his chair to see Jason clearly. “There’s nothing we can do.”

Wrong thing to say.

“Isn’t there?” Jason fumes. “Is that what you said after Joker killed me??”

“Jason, I…” Bruce scowls. “I’m sorry that I don’t seem remorseful enough for you. The fact of the matter is that Nightwing is dead. The Crime Syndicate has done a lot of damage, and there are people we can help if we act now. But being upset about Nightwing isn’t going to fix anything.”

Wrong. Thing. To say.

“This is your fault,” Jason growls. “This - your whole holier-than-thou, no-killing bullshit - is why Dick is dead. If you would just get off your soapbox for five seconds, if you actually thought about what you were doing, if you hadn’t recruited a bunch of kids into your dumbass crusade, Dick wouldn’t be-!”

“Jason-”

But there’s that tone again. Not caring. Not sympathetic.

Bothered.

“Why did you drag him into this? Why did you drag us into this?” Pace, pace, pace. Jason pauses in front of Batman. Swivels to face him. Lowers his voice to a chilling whisper. “Did you lose a son? Or just another toy soldier?”

Batman rises abruptly. His silhouette is foreboding. Just as foreboding now, when Jason is taller than Batman, as when he was a kid. When he got saddled with Dick’s old job. At the time, it sounded fun. But at the time, he was also twelve and living on the streets

(Had Dick thought it was fun? It was his idea, as far as Jason is aware. But he was eight. Just how much resistance had Batman put up before he let Robin patrol with him?)

“Do not say that.” The words are terse, forced through gnashed teeth.

“What? That we’re all just pawns in your game of chess? That you caused this?”

Batman doesn’t back down. He maintains fierce eye contact. Balls his fists before hiding them in his cape. “You are my children,” he insists. “I did not force any of you to do this, and you know that. Nightwing knew that.”

Nightwing. Not Dick. Not Richard. Not even goddamn Grayson.

Nightwing.

“Dick,” Jason corrects, barely concealing a growl. “Dick knew that. Your son. At least have the decency to say his name.”

Batman levels Jason with a glare hot enough to melt steel before returning to his desk and continuing his report.

Because the truth of the matter is that Batman - that Bruce - is incapable of handling emotions like this. Whenever things get hard, he ducks his head and becomes engrossed in his work. He blocks out the world until the problems disappear.

But nothing can erase this.

Jason can’t take it anymore. He throws his helmet on the floor with a resounding crack. “Fuck you,” he hisses. Then he jumps onto his motorcycle and peels away. This is too much. It’s all just too much.

With an absent hand, Jason pulls out his phone and speed dials Dick’s cell.

“You’ve reached Dick Grayson. I’m not available right now, but please leave your-”

Jason hangs up. He’s not going to listen to that.

(He can’t listen to that.)

Instead, Jason flips his manual comm on, regretting the tiniest bit that he’d destroyed his helmet. “Hood to Oracle.”

The comm crackles and pops more than a toddler’s breakfast cereal. Jason really needs to replace his backup equipment. But through the hissing and static, he can make out a voice.

“Oracle.”

Ah. So Barbara had stayed up. Maybe to spite Bruce. Maybe because she just wanted to. Who’s to say?

“What’s Lex Luthor’s status?”

A long pause. Jason wonders if his comm has finally crapped out before Oracle replies, voice so loud it makes his ears ring. “Don’t bother, Hood.”

No explanation. No reassurances. Just one firm order.

But Jason is tired of taking orders.

“Look, I’m finding Luthor one way or another. The only question is if you help or if I need to consult a different source.”

Jason could swear he hears a huff over the receiver. “Can we talk?”

But Jason doesn’t want to talk. He wants to act. Now.

“No,” he says curtly. “Do you know where he is or not?”

A new voice invades the channel, dry and irritated. “Whatever you’re planning, Hood, I assure you it’s inadvisable.”

“I wasn’t asking you, Robin,” he growls. “Oracle, where is Luthor?”

A heavy pause. “Come to the tower.”

“Copy.”

Jason leaves his comm in - just in case someone decides to be helpful - but keeps driving south. If Barbara isn’t going to tell him where Luthor is, Jason will just find another way. Do some detective work, just like he’s been trained to do.

Because Dick deserves it. He deserves for someone to give a shit about him.

The thought makes Jason’s eyes burn. The Golden Boy, even in death, is taken for granted. And if Dick was still alive? He’d probably forgive Bruce for it too.

It makes Jason’s vision turn a deep emerald, and he has to focus on finding Luthor. It’s the only way to sate the fury in his veins.

Part 2 here

[akittyboy]

Another Life (part 1): Eunyu

Sweet Home FF | Hyunsu x Eunhyuk

Summary: After everything has been said and done, there are still things that Hyunsu doesn't seem to remember. Warning/tags: mild angst, partial memory loss, emotional constipation, slow burn, mxm, no smut, found family, getting together, mild gore. Word count: approx. 16k for the whole thing, but will be posted in parts.

A/N: This takes place sometime after the video montage at the end of season 3, and then jumps back a little to season 1. I hope the characters won't be too OOC but this show has me in a chokehold and I had to do SOMETHING. Just know that creative liberties were taken… and by that, I mean that I watched My Demon after binging all seasons of Sweet Home, so any sort of lines are blurred at this rate. Anyhow, imagine that the trio of Hyunsu, Eunhyuk and Eunyu eventually break off from the rest of the survival camp to do their own thing. This is a slow drip, mostly about feelings and an attempt at character study so don't expect any plot. The title of this fic was inspired by Tom Odell’s song Another Love, as in ...all my tears have been used up on another love. Also, I'm new to tumblr so be kind >_< thought I'd try this thing out. Cheers~

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There's tentative relief on weary faces for the first time in many months when the monster pandemic hits a perplexing development; being devoured by one's inner demon isn't the end — it's the beginning of an evolutionary process only known to the elusive laws of the universe. Nonetheless, the primal fear of the unknown is still there, lurking in the recess of everyone's minds, even if it's not as paralyzing as it once were when the bizarre outbreaks first started.

Hyunsu stares somberly from the vantage point of a rooftop, or what's left of it really, at the demolished skyline that glitters in the far distance. The once tall, silvery sky-scrapers are now noting but crumbling blocks of pixels — admittedly, his whole damn life feels like a crumbling Tetris game at this rate. 

With a heavy chest, Hyunsu closes his eyes on the absurd view. There's no use to mourn what once were. They're way past it, heading into a new era of humanity. And to think that it wasn't a world war nor an atomic nuke that had caused all of this mess, but a freaking curse. So before another peaceful moment gets cruelly taken away from him, Hyunsu leans against the railing, elbows perched atop it and tips his head up to face the delicate sun, enjoying its lukewarm rays caressing his skin.

It's an early spring. The morning chill still nips at bare cheeks and unclothed fingertips, but right around noon the bleak rays of the burning star, slowly but steadily, manage to warm whatever's left of their collapsing civilization. The natural order of things doesn't stop for anything. Like a sight for sore eyes the wild nature thrives now that there are no humans selfishly plundering its dwindling reserves or polluting its untouched terrains. But all the same, the bustling, green forests with rustling foliage and chirping birds are nothing but a mocking delusion of serenity, covertly hiding nightmare-inducing horrors within.

It's the silence, Hyunsu decides. It's so much worse than the screeches of bloodthirsty monsters and wails of humans on the brink of death, desperately begging for their lives. It's too quiet, too ghostly everywhere. If he ever believed in anything remotely religious, then he's quite sure, that this is how purgatory would look like — a damned place between heaven and hell, nor living or dead, an eternity of anxious uncertainty.

A flicker of motion, a shadow against a sliver of light, catches Hyunsu's attention even through his closed eyelids. Since he's aware that they're in a somewhat secure area, Hyunsu suppresses the sudden sense of urgency zapping through his body and instead opens his eyes slowly, almost lazily to the bleak light. It's Eunyu. He watches with vague interest as her slim silhouette drifts around the neighboring rooftop, a piece of ingenious engineering that hasn't yet crumbled during the ongoing war against humanity.

She has been doing this for a while now. Her human memories coming and going like a fickle tide and when something sticks long enough Eunyu ends up imitating it, steadily, with almost surgical precision going through the motions, cataloging every move and sensation inside her rewired mind.

Eunyu must have felt his stare, as she looks up, eyes grave and bottomless, lips faintly parted. She lowers her arms, letting them hang limply at her sides and gradually, limb by limb, turns her body around. The debris crunches lazily under her worn sneakers.

Eunyu looks detachedly at Hyunsu for a few seconds, face expressionless, and then tilts her head to the side in perfect imitation of curiosity.

She looks human, and yet—

Ignoring the pinch in his gut, Hyunsu smiles at her gently from afar. He's afraid to break the brittle illusion of normality and overwhelm her with everything he's feeling at the mere sight of her — everything she embodies; a wild force he once thought couldn't be crushed; a frail beginning that shouldn't be possible. And for a moment his mind gets caught between their strange existence, the long ago abandoned dreams that would make no sense in this fucked up world and the recurring everyday nightmares, a goading voice constantly whispering at the back of his mind.

What if? 

What if they all had died? 

What if Hyunsu had been the one to kill them? 

What if everything is just an illusion inside his head?

Eunyu simply keeps staring at him, waiting, observing. She doesn't understand, can't read the emotions crashing across his face that's smeared with sweat and grime and dust. There are whole cities out there covered in dust — and blood. There's so much blood. Hyunsu can't get rid of it beneath his fingernails. No matter how much he scrubs and scratches at it in echoey bathrooms of abandoned buildings with hysterical sobs bubbling up inside his chest and manic laughter resounding in his ears, it's still there, deeply imbedded into his skin. Some nights he wakes up in cold sweat with a sour, metallic taste in his mouth from choking on gallons of lukewarm blood in his dreams, and needs to remind himself that he's no longer at the underground research facility, that all of it is over.

There is no government or politics, no military. No rules or even a society. All that's left is grueling survival for those who lived, huddling in the shadow of a new species.

Other nights he can't find his way out of his nightmares.

The forced smile slips slowly off Hyunsu's face. Perhaps it's better to be dead in this world, after all. 

The monster inside of him doesn't disagree.

A chilly breeze chases through the hollow high-rise structure with a faint howl in the prolonged moment that unyieldingly stretches between them, cruelly trapping them in its deafening silence. The wind ruffles through Hyunsu's overgrown bangs, tugging on an edge of Eunyu's plaid skirt — god knows where she managed to scavenge it. With her hair loose and skin free of infected wounds and puckered up, unkind scars, Eunyu looks so much alike the first time he saw her on the roof of Green Home apartments, yet so very different. A bit older. Impersonal. Nothing but a perfect shell of her former self.

A nasty shiver rushes down Hyunsu's spine, prickling uncomfortably at his lower back and he averts his eyes before he crumbles under the weight of her placid gaze, under the painful twist of guilt in his gut.

No matter what, he should've done better. Should've fought harder to protect, to bring the people he cares about back from the brink of madness, before their personalities — their whole souls were sucked into the void.

But not everyone could be saved, and not everyone wanted to.

Hyunsu's shoulders hunch up as he casts his gaze down, blinking back the burn in his eyes, heart racing. He knows. He knows that Eunyu has a long way to go before she can even begin piecing together the broken shards of her lost humanity. She's not a completely lost cause. There are worse; people that can't sate their monstrous sized desire, forever lost in a fever dream; peaceful monsters that are killed ruthlessly before they even get a chance to return. It's just Hyunsu's own fault that he keeps foolishly forgetting about it. Each time their eyes lock he expects to find closely guarded fierceness and a smidge of familiar arrogance, perhaps sorrow imbedded deep within her brown gaze, a flicker of affection, a bit of teenage insecurity and rebelliousness.

However, there's nothing.

Just peace and serenity. No desire. No warmth.

Debris crunches under a pair of heavy booths and there's soon a familiar presence at his side, a cool hand on the curve of his tense shoulder. It's Eunhyuk.

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[allhalemischief]

When Derek finally puts it together - due to an offhand comment by the Sheriff at a crime scene (he’s known they were meant to be in each other’s lives when he found them cuddled up together asleep on a bench at the station after Derek wouldn’t let anyone else, not even his sister, anywhere near him since they told him about the fire) - he can’t do anything about it because Stiles is a minor.

And because he is the emotionally constipated Derek we all know and love, he doesn’t even consider telling Stiles - this is his problem, not Stiles’ - and resigns himself to a life without his mate even after Stiles is of age.

Shenanigans ensue, obviously, and Stiles finds out. And because he is the feral, sarcastic Stiles we all know and love, he does not let Derek off the hook at all.

The rant that follows lasts at least an hour, despite happening post-battle while they’re both still covered in blood and dirt, and at some point in it, Stiles refers to Derek as the emotionally constipated sourwolf he had to go and fall in love with and Derek freezes. Completely stops listening, he hears nothing else of his lecture at that point, just stuck in the fact that Stiles is in love with him.

The relief is overwhelming and the tension that leaves Derek’s shoulders in visible as a tentative smile takes over his face. Stiles notices when he finally stops to take a breath and huffs, frowning. He is decidedly not happy that Derek is smiling when he should be feeling properly chagrined at the least.

Derek’s soft “you love me?” is disbelieving but a little hopeful. The corners of his smile twitching.

Stiles responds with a huff, arms crossing over his chest and his eyes lowering to somewhere near the ground but his “Well, yeah” sounds a bit more like a Well, duh.

When Stiles finally lifts his gaze back to Derek, a grin has encompassed his face and his perpetually pinched brows have relaxed. Stiles has never thought Derek was more breathtaking than in that moment.

Derek softly steps into Stiles, getting so close he’s forced to drop his arms from their defensive position, gently cups his jaw with both hands and whispers an “I love you, too” before kissing him.

It’s soft at first, hesitant, but it quickly becomes a conveyance for everything they’ve felt for each other over the last few years. The fondness, the frustration, every worry and ounce of love.

One of Stiles’ hands is gripping Derek’s henley by his shoulder, the other at the back of his waist, pulling Derek as far into his space as he can get him.

Derek’s hands have migrated as well. His right at the nape of Stiles’ neck, angling him just so, and his left is at the small of his back pressing Stiles against him.

When they finally separate for oxygen, Derek tips his forehead to Stiles’. They breathe each other in through their gasping inhales, but when Derek goes to press their lips back together. Stiles stops him.

Jaw set and finger pointing in Derek’s face, a weak imitation at being stern considering his flushed skin and kiss swollen lips, but his tone brooks no argument. “The next time you have some big revelation about us, you tell me immediately. Understood, Sourwolf?”

Derek lifts his head to nod earnestly, smiling down at him. Now that he’s started he can’t seem to stop.

“And you’re taking me on a date. Tonight. I’ll see you at six.”

Stiles pushes Derek away and the full-blown grin that took over Derek’s expression when Stiles said “date” wars with a frown at Stiles leaving. Stiles just laughs when Derek tries to pull him back in.

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too. But we both have to shower and sleep and then you have to call Boyd to help you plan our date. I’ll see you tomorrow, Sourwolf.” Stiles gives him one last peck before grabbing his red hoodie off the back of the couch and heading out of the loft.

Derek is most definitely pouting when a text alert comes through on his phone, although he’ll never admit it. Stop pouting. Shower and sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.

And the smile is back on Derek’s face. He types back a quick I love you too before dialing Boyd on his way to his room.

The next day, Derek arrives early at Stiles’ house. Nervous but excited, he fidgets in his car waiting for the clock on the dash to read 6:00.

He knocks on the door instead of taking his normal route through Stiles’ bedroom window. When Stiles opens the door, the smile is back and Derek’s cheeks are starting to ache from using unfamiliar muscles.

A soft “hi” comes from them both at the same time and Stiles blushes while the tops of Derek’s ears turn red. Neither of them seem to notice their company at Stiles’ back as they stand there staring at each other with wide smiles stretching their faces.

Noah had planned to give Derek the I have a gun and access to wolfsbane bullets speech but he obviously isn’t going to get the chance and honestly, he’s not all that worried.

Finally, Noah gets fed up watching them just stand there saying nothing and pushes Stiles out the door and into Derek’s arms with an exasperated, “Oh god, just go!”

Derek drives them to a locally owned bookstore to pick out books for each other, Boyd’s idea, and then to Stiles’ favorite diner for cheeseburgers and curly fries, his own.

The pack is placed under strict orders not to call them unless it is an emergency.

Lydia and Boyd are appointed as the only ones allowed to decide what constitutes an emergency.

my favorite headcanon is i believe that stiles and derek already met each other when they were young. on the day of the fire, little stiles who is waiting for his dad at the station was the only one who sat beside derek for hours when he’s crying alone. but derek was on the verge of going feral so he barely remembers anything, just a faint memory of a kid with a cinnamon scent who made him feel safe. years later when they met again in the woods derek just couldn’t pinpoint why stiles’ scent is so familiar to him, but he’s always instinctively drawn to stiles in the way he can’t even explain. and it isn’t long before he realises he had already made stiles his anchor years ago and that this is his mate.

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1. Increase Your Fiber Intake

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Legumes such as beans and lentils

Vegetables like broccoli, carrots, and spinach

Fruits like apples, pears, and berries

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Fiber and water work hand in hand. Without enough water, fiber can actually worsen constipation. Drink at least 8 glasses (2 liters) of water daily, and consider warm beverages like herbal tea to help stimulate bowel movements.

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Fiber supplements (like psyllium husk or methylcellulose) Avoid relying on stimulant laxatives unless prescribed, as they can lead to dependency.

🩺 When to See a Doctor

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[sunarots]

guys my age ━━━ sakusa kiyoomi

21. that was scary… ♡

The game was going smoothly, halfway through the second round with a five point lead. This time, you spent the entirety of the game standing at the barrier with Hirano, Osamu and Suna, bouncing on the tips of your toes and cheering as loud as possible. You grip Hirano's arm as it becomes Sakusa's turn to serve, pointing at him excitedly. You stay quiet out of habit, screaming in excitement when he scores a service ace. He manages to score another one before his streak is cut off. You watch him as he leaps, slamming the ball back as hard as he can and scoring a third.

"That's my boyfriend!" you scream, wrapping your arms around Hirano.

His grip loosens and he jerks. "Wait, what happened?"

You pull back, frowning at the court as you try to see what the commotion is. There's a huddle grouped together, blocking view of the one on the floor. "Who is that?" Bokuto spins around and spots you, waving his hands in the air. "Oh my god. Is that Kiyoomi?"

"Hey, y/n, let's go," Suna ushers, lightly nudging your arm to follow him from your seats.

He keeps a slow pace to make sure he doesn't lose you, running down the corridors like he lives here. He slows to a stop and raps his knuckles on the door, waiting for you to catch up before entering the room.

"I'm fine."

"We need to assess you first-"

You push past Suna, looking between the manager and Sakusa. You can't help the anxious look taken over your expression, one you hope Sakusa believes as acting. You scan over him to make sure he's awake and breathing before letting out a small breath of relief. "Are you okay?" When you run over, it takes all your strength not to run and throw your arms around him for a hug. Instead, you settle on your feet and look frantically between the three in front of you.

"I'm fine. I'm dehydrated, that's all," he assures you. "They'll give me a solution to drink and I'll be good to go."

"Okay." Your voice is barely above a whisper, nodding slowly. "I'll wait with you." Sakusa nods, gesturing to the empty seat beside his bed.

You watch him stay calm whilst the doctor gets his drink fixed. Leaning back, you drift away from the conversation, playing with the hem of your jersey. Though observing, you're not too sure of what's happening, too focused on keeping your breathing steady.

"Y/n." Your eyes drift back to Suna, looking at you in concern from the doorway. You hum a reply, now noticing everyone else's eyes on you. "You okay?"

Nodding, you seal your lips and let your hands settle on your knees. "Yep."

Suna raises an eyebrow in disbelief. "Seriously?"

You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding. "Yeah... Yeah, just relieved."

"You looked constipated."

Your jaw drops at his statement, letting out an ugly laugh. "Wow, how nice of you to say. Kiyoomi, are you hearing this abuse." You turn full focus back to him when he doesn't respond. His eyes are set on the floor, gripping the cup as hard as he can in his hands. "Kiyoomi?"

He nods his head in what he hopes to be an assuring way, passing you the mug and lying back. "My head hurts."

You're quick to rise onto your feet, looking around everyone. "What? Is it a concussion?" You watch as the doctor starts to do some more checks, shaking your head at him. "Hey, don't close your eyes. If it's a concussion you can't go to sleep."

Slowly opening them, he clenches his jaw and looks over at you. "It's not a concussion. It just hurts."

"I'm sorry, I can't let you go back to the match. It could be a concussion."

Sakusa jumps upright, arguing that he's fine and that they need him out on the court. The doctor won't have any of his arguments, shooting down everything he can come up with. You sit back in your seat carefully, listening to Sakusa arguing with the doctor and mumbling a farewell when his team's manager excuses himself to get back to the game. Suna does the same, leaving the two of you alone with the doctor.

"I'm sorry. You need to stay here so I can assess you."

You sink back in the seat, eyes flickering back down to rest on the floor. Sighing, you take your buzzing phone from the pocket of jeans and read Hirano's name. Part of you considers not answering, but you know that would ignite even more anxiety in him. You lift the phone to your ear, holding it away when the people around him erupt in cheers.

"Oh my god, y/n, is he okay? What happened?"

You catch Sakusa's furrowed eyebrows, watching you suspiciously. You pull the phone away from your ear and put it on speaker. "It's Hirano. Um, Kiyoomi's okay, dehydrated. He might have a concussion so he might not be back in the game."

"What's the score?" Sakusa asks, his fingers digging into his knees.

"Jackals are still winning. They have a two point lead, they've scored more. So, he's okay?"

Sakusa sighs. "Yeah. I'm fine. If we win, I'm fine."

You mumble a quick goodbye to Hirano, ending the call. "You'll win," you attempt to assure him, but his only response is a scoff whilst following the doctor's instructions. "Hey, if you believe it, it'll happen. Manifest it." Another attempt of reassurance falls upon ignorant ears, continuing to sulk over the fact he's not playing the game. "Are we able to go back and watch?"

The doctor looks between the two of you and sighs, gesturing towards the door. "You can watch. I'm trusting you to not let him back in the game."

Sakusa nods his head, pushing himself up from the bed and waiting for you to stand before approaching the door. You smile at the doctor and thank him before following Sakusa out. He takes slow, reluctant steps down towards the hall.

"Is your head okay? I can get you some ibuprofen," you offer, but he just shakes his head and keeps his eyes forward. "Are you coming up with me or going to sit on the bench?"

"I'm going to sit on the bench so I can watch with my team."

You can't help but flinch at his tone, mumbling an agreement and turning the corner to make your way back to your seat and friends. You don't bother saying a goodbye, putting all your focus into making it back without letting your tears fall.

When you step through the doors, you spot Osamu and Suna standing by the railing in front of you, Hirano back in his seat between Akaashi and Kageyama. You stop beside Suna, gripping tight onto the railing and leaning forwards. You spot Sakusa sat on the bench with his back to you, watching the game intently, as though he doesn't believe the Jackals can win another two points and take the game without him.

"Hey." A hand on your shoulder pulls you back into reality, Akaashi by your side. "Are you okay?"

You take in a sharp breath, the tears finally starting to fall. "That was really scary," you whisper, bringing a hand up to cover your face. You turn to look at Akaashi. "I couldn't even help him."

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summary. sakusa kiyoomi, middle blocker for the famous msby black jackals, is known for his clean reputation, never drawing attention to himself through scandals. ever since joining the jackals, he's kept himself out of the headlines unless over something good. that is until he drinks a little too much and finds himself in the news for going home with someone he doesn't know.

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Heptolac Lactulose Syrup: Gentle Relief for Constipation

Introduction to Heptolac Lactulose Syrup 

Heptolac Lactulose Syrup is a trusted, sugar-based solution used to treat chronic or occasional constipation. It belongs to a class of medications known as osmotic laxatives, which work by drawing water into the bowel to soften stools and promote natural, easy bowel movements. Safe for adults and children, Heptolac offers a mild yet effective approach to restoring digestive balance. Unlike harsh laxatives, it works gradually, making it ideal for long-term use under medical supervision. It’s also useful in managing liver-related conditions like hepatic encephalopathy, helping to reduce ammonia levels in the body. Always use it as directed by your doctor.

Composition and How It Works 

Key Composition:

Active Ingredient: Lactulose �� 10 gm per 15 ml syrup

Base: Flavored syrup base for palatability

Form: Oral solution

How Heptolac Works:

Lactulose is a synthetic sugar (a disaccharide) made from galactose and fructose. It is non-absorbable, which means it passes through the stomach and small intestine unchanged until it reaches the colon.

Here’s what happens next:

In the colon, lactulose is fermented by natural bacteria, producing acids like lactic acid, acetic acid, and formic acid.

These acids increase the water content of stools and stimulate peristalsis (gut movement), promoting a soft and regular bowel movement.

It creates a mildly acidic environment in the colon, which helps reduce the absorption of ammonia from the gut into the blood. This is especially helpful for patients with hepatic encephalopathy, a liver-related condition caused by high blood ammonia levels.

What Makes It Special:

Non-habit forming

Safe for all age groups (with dosage adjustments)

Can be used long-term in liver conditions

Acts within 24 to 48 hours

Medical Uses and Indications

Heptolac Lactulose Syrup is prescribed for:

Constipation (chronic and occasional) – Helps relieve hard, dry stools and improves bowel regularity.

Hepatic Encephalopathy – Reduces blood ammonia levels in patients with liver disease, improving mental clarity and preventing complications.

Pre- and Post-colonic Surgery – Used to clean the bowel.

Supportive Therapy in Hemorrhoids and Fissures – Softens stools, reducing strain and pain during defecation.

It is often chosen over stimulant laxatives due to its gentle mechanism, making it suitable for children, elderly, and bedridden patients.

Safety, Side Effects, and Precautions 

Safety Guidelines:

Always follow the prescribed dose.

Can be safely used in children, pregnant, and lactating women under medical supervision.

Shake the bottle well before use and measure the dose with the included measuring cap.

Common Side Effects:

Bloating or gas

Abdominal cramps

Nausea

Diarrhea (especially with high doses)

These side effects are usually mild and temporary. If they persist or worsen, consult your doctor.

When to Avoid or Use with Caution:

Galactosemia – a rare genetic disorder; avoid use.

Diabetes – although sugar-based, it may still be used with caution depending on blood sugar levels.

Electrolyte imbalance – prolonged use may cause loss of minerals like potassium and sodium.

Intestinal obstruction or unexplained stomach pain – must be evaluated before use.

Drug Interactions:

May reduce effectiveness of some medications if taken together.

Maintain a 2-hour gap between Heptolac and other oral medicines.

Precautionary Tips:

Drink plenty of water during the course.

Avoid excessive use without consulting your doctor.

Inform your doctor about all current medications and health conditions before starting Heptolac.

Conclusion 

Heptolac Lactulose Syrup is a gentle, reliable solution for managing constipation and liver-related issues. Its unique ability to work with your body’s natural processes makes it a preferred choice for both short-term and long-term care. Whether you're struggling with occasional digestive discomfort or managing a chronic liver condition, Heptolac offers effective relief without harsh side effects. Just remember – like any medicine, it works best when used responsibly under medical guidance. Talk to your doctor today to find out if Heptolac is right for you, and enjoy smoother, more comfortable digestion every day.

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