#Dental Practice Listings

[dentalbrokerflorida]

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[ddsmatch]

As 2023 comes to a close, it’s the perfect time to reflect on your experience serving your patients. You’ve given your best, from simple recall appointments to the complex cases that put your skills and patience to the test. Every smile transformed, every dental issue resolved, and the countless lives you’ve touched are tangible reminders of your unwavering commitment to people’s wellness.

[ddsmatchmi]

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[plusdoctor-blog]

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[wileys-russo]

would you be willing to write reader getting her wisdom teeth out and being all loopy and out of it while leah takes care of her (their relationship is relatively fresh) and she asks leah if she wants to know everything reader loves about her and leah agrees, thinking it is mostly going to be like sexual stuff or about her body but reader lists almost exclusively her personality and stuff like leah being super eloquent and hardworking etc and leah is just very positively surprised and swooning at it

it’s just fluff basically but a bit cheesy lol

happy gas II l.williamson

leah spun her keys around on her fingers as she returned to the dental clinic, jogging up the stairs and shoving her keys in her pocket as she stepped inside, a slight shiver going down her spine as the air conditioning pumped down onto her.

"hi, i'm here to collect my girlfriend? y/l/n, i was told to come back around two." leah smiled politely, resting her arms on the counter as the receptionist nodded, stepping out to check with the doctor.

"she's just waking up a little from the anesthesia love, take a seat and you'll be able to see her shortly the nurse will come and fetch you..." she trailed off expectantly with a raised eyebrow. "leah." the blonde smiled, thanking her and moving to sit down in the waiting room.

shifting around in the hard plastic chair the footballer busied herself watching a the big quiz re-run playing on the small telly above her. "leah? leah? leah!" she'd become so engrossed in the show, even mumbling along answers that she almost missed her name called out.

shooting out of her seat she sent the nurse an apologetic smile and hurried after her, making small talk as she was lead toward the recovery room. "is that-" leah started with a frown hearing a familiar laughter echo through the halls.

"sure is. your girlfriend is up there with one of the worst behaved but most amusing patients we've had!" the nurse chuckled and opened the door, leah stepping in after her.

"lee lee! you didn't leave me." you beamed happily, spitting the gauze out as the nurse hurried over to replace it with some fresh ones. "no i didn't, i told you i'd be back right after your surgery sweets i just went to get something to eat to pass the time." leah smiled with a shake of her head.

"she's certainly a character." the doctor chuckled with a shake of his head. "oh yes she is." leah agreed, the two of you were a relatively fresh pairing, having gone on several dates and a prolonged talking phase you'd only been dating for around three months now.

"is that normal practice? my little brother had his wisdoms out a couple years ago and never needed that." leah frowned as she noticed your hands had been restrained to the arms of the chair with velcro.

"no its not, however your girlfriend seems determined to pull out her gauze and if she doesn't keep it in her mouth long enough to stem the bleeding she's in for a world of pain." the doctor explained as leah nodded along.

"if she's not pulling it out she's screaming, singing or yelling causing it to fall out." the nurse sighed as you rolled your eyes and leah moved to be by your side.

"love can you please be quiet for a little bit? if you don't keep the gauze in your mouth to stop the bleeding they'll need to remove all your teeth." leah warned as your eyes widened in fear at the lie and you were instantly silenced.

"well thats one way to do it." the doctor laughed as leah smiled smugly and ran a hand affectionately through your hair. "so! aftercare." with that the older man ran leah through everything she would need to do as your primary carer for the next forty eight hours.

your hands now freed and helped into a wheel chair as the anesthetic meant your limbs weren't quite strong enough to hold you up leah wheeled you out of the clinic, shaking her head as you blew kisses to all of the nurses.

"stop that! save some for me." leah teased flicking your ear, some sort of gibberish mumbled from your mouth which was still stuffed with gauze. another nurse helping leah get you from the wheel chair into the car you happily waved her off as she returned with the chair toward the clinic, leah slipping into the drivers seat.

"why am i in the back!" you huffed, words a little muffled from the gauze but with the drowsiness wearing off they were less slurred.

"because you got voted one of the worst behaved patients at that clinic and i wouldn't put it past you to grab or push something you dont need to up here." leah smiled in amusement as you scoffed.

"thats so mean! they really voted me that." you seemed genuinely heartbroken as leah pulled out of the carpark. "love are you crying?" leah bit down on her lip to stop her smile as she glanced to you in her rear view mirror.

"yeah! thats really mean of them, i was so nice." you sobbed and leah couldn't help but cover her laughter with a cough knowing this was only the side affects of the anesthesia. "baby girl you both threatened and tried to bite the poor doctor multiple times, thats not very nice." leah reminded, corners of her mouth curling upward.

"cause he wouldn't keep his dirty glove covered hand out of my mouth!" you huffed with a scowl, head thumping against the back seat. "thats because he needed to remove your wisdom teeth you muppet, which are in your mouth." leah chuckled with a playful roll of her eyes.

"lee lee i am starving, get me some food please." you demanded, kicking the back of her chair like an annoyed child. "you're not allowed to eat for another four hours my love, sorry." leah apologized, your protests falling on deaf ears as she continued to drive home.

placating your whinging and trying her best to keep you quiet so the guaze stayed in your mouth leah felt a sense of relief wash over her when finally she pulled into the driveway of her apartment where you’d be staying the next few days so she could keep an eye on you.

she scrambled out of the car and hurried to your door, opening it before you could and helping you out, your legs a little stronger now some more time had passed.

successfully getting you up and out of the car and into the house she helped you onto the sofa, dashing off to change clothes so she was more comfortable, changing in lightning speed given she didn't want to leave you unattended for a moment longer than needed.

finally after a half hour of squirming and wiggling and fighting leah at every turn to take the gazue from your mouth or get up and move about you'd settled, an ice pack resting on your jaw to help the swelling as your back pressed into leahs front.

"leah." you spoke up, tilting your head back and shuffling a little so it rested on your shoulder and she hummed. "do you wanna know everything i love about you?" you smiled tiredly as your girlfriend chuckled, already quite sure what would be next out of your mouth as she gestured for you to continue.

but to her surprise it wasn't anything of the sort that she'd expected, no cheesy pick up lines or suggestive comments, no cheeky remarks about her body or your time spent together in the bedroom. in fact, it was the complete opposite of what leah expected.

"mm well i love that you're so passionate. about football, the arsenal foundation, your friends, your studies, your hobbies, a very very passionate woman." you started, a slight slur returning to your voice as the pain medication you'd just taken started to kick in.

"i love that you make me feel loved, and safe, and accepted, and happy, and comfortable. you love me for me and you have never asked or expected me to change." you continued, leah stunned into silence as you affectionately patted her leg.

"i love that you're so well spoken, and you always know what to say. but sometimes you know what to say and you don't say it because you want to annoy me and it works! because you know too well how to annoy me." you rolled your eyes as leahs smile grew.

"i love how much you love your family, its so special to watch the bond you all have. i love how much you love football, as a player and a fan and a spectator and sometimes an unintentional gaffer!" you grinned lopsidedly, your eyes closed now as leah pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, hugging you tightly.

"i love how good you are with my neices, and how much my mum loves you, even if the two of you gang up on me now!" you cracked open one eye tiredly to glare up at her causing her to chuckle and run a hand through your hair.

you paused as you let out a long yawn, again shuffling back so you were laid down a little more and comfortable once again between leahs outstretched legs. the girl assumed you were finished, her heart well and truly melting at your sweet confessions.

"i love that you are unapologetically yourself and you stand up and speak out on what you believe in. i love that even though you can't cook to save your life you order me pizza and let me pick the movies we watch." leah was grateful the two of you were alone now as she was sure if any of her friends and family saw just how in love she looked with you right now she would have the mick taken out of her forever.

"i love how strong you are and how you bounce back from everything, and you always try to find a silver lining or a different way to look at things. i love that you're so honest and open about how you're feeling and what you need when you need it. i love that-" your last few words were barely understandable as you inhaled and exhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut again as leah waited a moment before confirming you had indeed finally fallen asleep.

she could have cried at everything you said, and to be honest she was shocked she hadn't given she was basically a puddle of a human being, a pile of sap and heart strings and lovesick puppy eyes for you.

"oh my pretty girl, my best girl, if only you knew just how much i love and adore you. but i promise to spend each and every day showing you so, forever and always."

[watermelllonarchive]

Blogs On Tumblr

These accounts have reached out and requested I share their Tumblrs and Go Fund Me campaigns. So once a week, I will try to post a list of blogs here on Tumblr that are documenting their lived experiences in Gaza. I'll be updating this post weekly but if you're seeing an older version, .

Posted: July 29, 2024; updated September 8, 2024.

Check my tag #on tumblr to see the latest

Check out these Tumblr blogs and Campaigns:

@siraj2024 - shares frequent updates from Gaza on his blog. There is a GFM for helping him and his family rebuild. (Link)

@alaakh99 - is a mother of two who has been sharing updates on the conditions she and her children are experiencing. She has a to raise money to evacuate. (Link)

@mohammed-atallah - is in northern Gaza. He suffered a major injury to the hand and wrist in February when going to pick up aid from a relief truck. His GFM is to afford surgery and to rebuild his home. (Link)

@israa-elazaiza - and her family are trying to evacuate Gaza. You can donate to their GFM (link.)

@amjadshiltawu - shared that his wife Suha lost her parents and siblings in the genocide. You can donate to their GFM to help them evacuate (link).

@marwanalhabil is fundraising to help his family evacuate Gaza. (link).

@ahmedabuyamin - Ahmed and his wife welcomed a baby girl this summer (2024). He is trying to get his children, his wife, and himself to safety. You can help them here. (Link)

@mahmoudkhalafff - Mahmoud is a doctoral student in Ireland whose family is trapped in Gaza. He is raising funds to help his them escape to safety. He shares his story here. You can donate to help his family here. (Link)

@tamer200333 - Mahmoud's sister Maysaa is suffering from advanced fibroids in her lungs and desperately needs treatment. You can donate to their Go Fund Me here. (Link)

@fahedshehab-new : Fahed and his wife Reem are parents of 5 children with the oldest being 14 and the youngest 18 months. They, along with Fahed's mother, are trying to evacuate and have a Go Fund Me (link)

@free-gaza : Doaa is a seamstress specalizing in traditional Palestinian agriculture embroidery. She has evacuated to Egypy but needs a sewing machine to re-start her business and keep this cultural practice of embroidery alive. (Link)

@abdullahgaza - Abdullah Salem Alhabil's family is trying to evacuate Gaza and his father, who is suffering from heart disease, is in need of an urgent operation. Their Go Fund Me can be found here. (Link)(Campaign has been verified by Operation Olive Branch master list line 81; Project Butterfly Effect line 625)

@supportmyfamily - Ahmed AlSaidi has recently started his Go Fund Me to evacuate his wife, children, and parents. (Link)

@rem096 - Reem, her husband, and their sons Malik and Hassan are trying to evacuate. They plan to move abroad and for her husband to pursue a doctoral degree. (Link)

@save-salam-family - Salam is raising funds to help family escape. She and her husband Ahmed have two young children. (Link )

@noor-y-ashour - The focus of Noor's campaign is her young son Muhammad. He is disabled and unable to walk. They are raising funds in hopes he can evacuate for medical care. (Link)

@aya2mohammed - Mohammed and his family (wife, 3 kids, and his parents) are trying to survive. Their tent burned down recently and the children have contracted scabies. (Link)

@yousefbanna - Yousef and his family are struggling to endure the war. He lost his home as well as his business. (Link)

@helplamyaafamily - Lamya, her husband Mohammed, and their infant daughter Hoor are raising funds to evacuate to Egypt. They hope to go once the borders are open (Link)

@ahedalshaer - Ahed is a dental student from Rafah. She and her family are raising funds to evacuate and for her to continue her education. Campaign verified by The Butterfly Effect Project, line 407. (Link)

@Mahmoud-Sharif - Mahmoud and his wife Soha are parents to 4 young children. The youngest child was born this August (2024). They have a GFM to evacuate their family (Link)

Disclaimer: The purpose of this blog is to archive social media (at this point just Instagram) posts from everyday (not journalist, celebrity, or large influencer) Palestinians in Gaza sharing their day to day life experiences (things we don't typically see on the news, how they are living). Though I share Go Fund Me accounts for creators whose content I post to this page, the core purpose of this account is to serve as a digital archive. I am not able to independently vet and verify blogs shared in this list but most have been verified by other Tumblr users.

[sk-lumen]

High Value Woman Formula: The 4 Key Pillars

Are you passionate about leveling up, but find yourself daunted by the overwhelming list on how to become a high value woman?

Don’t fret, you’re probably not the only one! It may sound complicated at first glance, but when you truly understand what it’s about, the high value woman formula is… quite simple.

In this article, I will show you an easy and concise roadmap to becoming the woman of your own dreams.

Let’s get started.

Pillar #1: Body

Much like Maslow’s pyramid, in order to have a mind that is clear, a heart that is at peace, and a soul that is fulfilled, you need to first attend to your basic physical needs (and not only).

Getting enough hours of sleep

A healthy diet

Fitness & exercise

Haircare

Nails

Skin

Dental health

Make-up

Pillar #2: Mind

Next ingredient in the high value woman formula is polishing your mind.

Upgrading your looks and physical health is great, but if you don’t follow it up with a mindset glow up, you’ll find yourself repeating the same mistakes, and bumping into the same limiting beliefs and bad habits.

Planning goals and keeping track of them

Improving your mindset / develop a growth mindset

Confidence

Embrace failure

Reading extensively to broaden your mind and your education (includes financial education)

Courses, trainings and masterclasses

Listening to podcasts

Watching TedTalks or insightful documentaries (if you’re curious about my recs for TedTalks/documentaries, let me know in comments below)

Pillar #3: Heart

So you’ve leveled up your appearance, improved your mind, now what? Now it’s all about your heart and your emotions. Think about all the things that nurture your emotional dimension and makes you feel appreciated, seen and heard!

Building a support system (friends, family, therapy)

Therapy

Healing your attachment style

Journaling

Self Love

Setting boundaries

Being your authentic self

Speaking your truth

Embracing your journey

Feeling & processing your emotions

Pillar #4: Soul

Last but not least, I’m a spiritual woman, and these are my personal beliefs which some may or may not resonate with. If that’s the case and you’re happy with just the 3 first pillars, that’s perfectly valid and you can skip this section.

But I do believe you have to take care of your soul. You can have the looks, the money and your self-concept in line, but you might still feel empty, unfulfilled, like something is missing from your life… if you ignore the spiritual aspect.

For the girlies that need a deeper connection to the divine, to God, the universe, here are a few action steps.

Joining a community that resonates with you

Prayer

Yoga

Meditation

Various spiritual practices that align with your beliefs

Detoxing from social media, toxic people or environments

Conclusion

What do you think about this list, did you find it helpful? Are there any essentials you’d add to the list? Let me know in the comments below.

This is a topic I believe many women (and not only) would benefit from, and I’m passionate about helping my readers become their best selves.

So, I’m currently working on an in-depth guide that expands on this topic/article, complete with practical steps you can implement in your daily life, in order to become a High Value Woman.

💖 If you want to be the first to hear about the HVW ebook's launch make sure to join my Soultribe! 💖

🎀 More glow up articles and guides on sklumen.com 🎀

[ask-a-vetblr]

My 9 yo dog recently got 3 teeth extracted. I was hoping to control her tartar and plaque by brushing, and I feel like I waited too long and that this could have been avoided. Are there any risks associated with having general anesthesia regularly for dental cleanings? I was under the assumption that it is better to try to control tartar and plaque by brushing daily and that frequent dental cleanings should be avoided unless signs of periodontal disease start to emerge. I understand there are stipulations to this based on whether the dog has heart disease, but what would be the "general" recommendation?

gettingvetted here.

The recommendation from board certified veterinary dentists is that all animals need a dental cleaning with radiographs under anesthesia once a year, and that the teeth need to be brushed daily. If the owner cannot or will not commit to brushing, there is "no point" in doing cleanings at all, similar to if you got your teeth cleaned twice a year and then didn't brush your teeth between cleanings.

However, on a more realistic, general practice point of view, it very much depends on the animal. Daily brushing is definitely the gold standard. Not one of my clients brushes their pets' teeth daily. I will often recommend picking 2-3 products for daily use off of the VOHC product list if the owner won't brush. They usually won't get things from the VOHC list either. Because why would you listen to the professional that you're paying for an opinion. But that is what I recommend. Some animals, like small or brachycephalic dogs, or cats with resorptive tooth lesions or stomatitis, may need cleanings every 6 months and may lose many or all of their teeth even with aggressive care. The average dog or cat would probably need a cleaning a handful of times (3-4x) in their life but due to a lack of at-home care and more frequent cleanings, they will probably need to have a handful of teeth extracted at each cleaning or at least accumulate heavy tarter. Sometimes large dogs can get away with one or two cleanings in their lifetime but they will probably get some fairly heavy tarter between cleanings. This also doesn't account for dentals required for specific pathology, like broken teeth or jaws, checking the mouth, throat, nose, or sinuses for cancer, etc.

General anesthesia is not harmful for an otherwise healthy pet, and the effects of anesthesia are not cumulative. Also, part of the point of a dental cleaning with anesthesia is to perform radiographs which allows the vet to diagnose pathology below the gumline where it is invisible to the owner, as well as performing an ultrasonic scaling under the gums where regular tooth brushes cannot reach. Hence the gold standard recommendation of yearly dentals.

Hope this helps!

[babyjakes]

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about the event | eun hosts a private practice blurb night for the month of march 2024!

dates and times | requests will be accepted over two weeks, from mon. march 11th to sat. march 23rd. the event will begin at 12pm cst on sat. march 23rd.

submission guidelines | the theme of this event is eun's new medfet au, private practice! check out the private practice au masterlist to find out more about the characters. more detailed requests are more likely to be chosen. please make sure your submission follows eun’s general request guidelines. please include the following in your request:

the doctor of your choice (levinson for nondark or soft!dark, hansen for truer dark) a nurse or specialist to assist a medfet theme or scenario medfet and other kink elements you'd like included a daddy!character for reader (if relevant)

looking for medfet inspo? | eun's providing a list of ideas below the cut!

medfet prompts.

gynecology: exams, screenings, procedures orgasmic and sexual functioning: pleasure response testing, orgasm trials, forced orgasm therapy, toleration of penetration deviance and behavior: refusal to orgasm, breaking no touch/play rules, general brattiness/defiance medical bondage: restraints, dental gags, drugging/sedation watersports: holding kink, forced wetting/release, diaper play, catheter play medical tools and devices: injections, sexual enhancement drugs and topicals, dilators, speculum, thermometers, suction devices, vibrators, swabs and brushes, "penetration" (fucking) machines, response testing equipment, plugs general medical supplies: exam tables and chairs, scrubs, lighting, gloves, masks, machinery regression elements: being examined/inspected, surrendering control, being good for daddy and/or the doctor, sex as a regressive technique specific to andy's character: aftercare elements, trouble/help with regressing, providing comfort through exams/procedures specific to pete's character: bondage and medfet inventions, testing new equipment and treatments on patients

[smallgodseries]

They are best-beloved of the young, when they must compete with a host of other divinities for attention, with small gods of plush toys and fashion dolls, of cartoons and new experiences, of fear and joy and novelty.  They are never powerful in the eyes of their youngest applicants, although they are sometimes leant additional strength by the allure of the forbidden.  They don’t make kids hyper.  That’s an urban legend, bolstered by the natural excitement born of getting something rare and nice, and the occasional child whose system is wired to respond to a burst of energy by burning it off immediately.  Still, they receive credit—or perhaps blame—for any number of hijinks, for broken windows and woken infants, for the natural exuberance of childhood, and they don’t deny it, because they are not a small god of childhood nutrition or the like.

They are small, and simple, and content to be what they are.  Bright, colorful, cartoonish, and implicitly extraterrestrial, even though there is more of Boise than Betelgeuse in their list of ingredients.  Their boxes are designed to be inviting, and they can make any kitchen their cathedral with a minimum of preparation and but a single invitation to arrive.  With cleverly clipped coupons, they will come virtually for free, and they like it that way.  It allows them better access to their adherents.

And of course, there are always those who will continue their worship into adulthood, those for whom marshmallow sweetness and color-changing milk are reminders of a childhood spent sweetly, or proof that they are finally secure, finally free from the ownership of parents who put their own preferences at the head of the line, finally able to live their own lives.  Those will not always be the people you assume.  The judge in her solemn black robes eats a bowl of Frostie-Os before she proceeds to the courthouse, the accountant in linen and wool enjoys Fruity Sugar Dreams every morning before he turns to his spreadsheets.  They turn none away.

They do not cause tooth decay when proper dental hygiene is practiced; they are not solely responsible for poor nutrition or any other ill.  They are only here to bring us light and joy and to serve as part of a balanced breakfast.

They are a neutral god, and we would do well to treat them as such.

[letsberealgenz]

50 easy habits that will change your life

Have you ever been in a situation where you know you need to change your life but you just do not know where to begin from? Or probably you feel a great sense of stagnancy in life where you can’t seem to see the way forward.

If you’re one of us, then you’re definitely at the right place honey! Let’s just begin with the ultimate truth of life. If you track your entire life journey from childhood to adulthood, you would come to a realization that routines are what put you where you are right now. Think about it, isn’t habits are the one which makes up your daily routine?

Now we know the root level solution and isn’t it funny how it’s the smallest habit in your life that’s actually contributing to the biggest difference? And it’s so easily to overlook it because it seems insignificant. We go out looking for life solutions but who’s going to let you know that it was internal all this while?

All that you’ve been searching for was here all this while waiting for you.

1. Fix your sleeping schedule

2. Rise early (utilize the morning hours)

3. Pump your body with clear fluid

4. Meditate (or even pray)

5. Solitude with nature

6. Journal

7. Read

8. Self-study (research)

9. Keep your phone away first thing first when you rise in the morning

10. Workout

11. Healthy consumption

12. Join the right societies/organizations/communities that’s going to help you grow 1% better each day.

13. Listen to podcasts/audiobooks (watch YouTube videos that’s actually helping you in some sort of way amidst the entertainment)

14. Intentional living

15. Reduce mindless spending

16. Track your finances

17. Goals reflection

18. Night journaling

19. Declutter your space

20. Mix with the ‘right’ people

21. Keep an open-minded perspective

22. Allow others to express themselves openly

23. Self-care routine

24. Reward yourself from time to time

25. Step out of your comfort zone as regularly as possible

26. Learn something new everyday

27. Consume your vitamins/supplements

28. Reduce Netflix binging

29. Reduce toxic social media consumption

30. Detox your following list

31. Get your blood test done

32. Dental checkup too

33. Get a glow-up for yourself

34. Reflect your personality/attitude from time to time

35. Check up on your family/loved ones regularly

36. Declutter your wardrobe

37. Set up a vision board

38. Buy things that you ‘need’ only not that you ‘want’ (get what you want when you have that surplus amount)

39. Volunteer

40. Rest day (stillness)

41. Celebrate every milestone despite how small it is for you (for someone else it could be a big achievement)

42. Avoid using your phone during social setting

43. Set up your environment for success

44. Cheat day

45. Set boundaries for yourself and others too

46. Think in the long-term perspective

47. Plan your important days way earlier

48. Practice gratitude as a lifestyle

49. Don’t focus too much on the negative news (learn from it and leave it behind)

50. Detox your smart devices (set up space for applications that you truly need only)

Watch the full video here! Talk to you soon xx

[dentalbrokerflorida]

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[tomorrowusa]

If you don't want conspiracy nut RFK Jr. in charge of healthcare policy in the US, then defeat Donald Trump.

Donald Trump should not be rewarded for his disastrous response to the COVID-19 pandemic with another chance to ruin the lives of millions of Americans.

RFK Jr. can’t wait to make America sicker

The prospect of a second Trump presidency is a fearful one for many reasons, like mass deportations and additional abortion restrictions. Now a potential role for RFK Jr. is rising higher and higher on the list. On Saturday, the former presidential candidate announced on X that a Trump administration would “advise all U.S​. water systems to remove fluoride from public water.” Kennedy went on to falsely claim that fluoridation causes bone fractures and neurodevelopmental disorders, among other conditions. Fluoride has been a fixture of American public health since 1945, when the city of Grand Rapids, Michigan, first added it to drinking water. The Washington Post reports that around 200 million Americans now live on fluoridated water systems, and scientific consensus links the practice to massive improvements in dental health. Though there’s bipartisan support for water fluoridation on the Hill, it has always had its critics — and Kennedy’s rise and close ties to Trump suggest that certain fringe views may be gaining traction on the Right. Trump has promised to cut funding for public schools that mandate vaccinations, and a 2023 poll from Politico/Morning Consult showed that “a narrow majority” of Republicans cared more about the risks of vaccination than the benefits, according to KFF Health News. [ ... ] Trump has also said Kennedy would have some kind of public health role in a future administration, though he’s often muddled on the details. Most recently he’s pledged to put Kennedy in charge of “women’s health.” This weekend the campaign had little to say about Kennedy’s anti-fluoridation push, stating only that the ex-president is focused on Tuesday’s election. While it’s unclear how much authority Trump would actually give Kennedy, the former candidate’s apparent influence suggests there’s danger ahead if Trump returns to the White House.

So RFK Jr. wants to remove fluoride from drinking water and ban vaccines. Apparently Trump thinks this makes him perfect also to run women's health.

Vaccines have been around since the late 1700s. President John Adams (1735–1826) was vaccinated and lived to be 90. They are one of the reasons smallpox has finally been wiped out. Only stupid anti-vaxxers get measles, mumps, or rubella these days. Trump and RFK Jr. want to reverse all this medical progress.

And apart from RFK Jr's pseudoscience on health issues. he has an anti-Semitism problem which links him to Trump.

Close RFK Jr. friend whose account promoted “Jew World Order” conspiracy theory says she’s “working with” Trump’s transition team

RFK Jr's fringe pal Charlene Bollinger is apparently working with Trump's transition team. Defeat Trump and the transition team becomes moot. Problem solved!

Kamala Harris wants to expand healthcare. Donald Trump and his sidekick RFK Jr. want to take us back to the 1600s.

[timkonshipper]

Tim Drake headcanon

He took a dip in the pit but came back from it stronger. It took a while to overcome the side effects but he redirected it into bankrupting Ra's and weakening his assasin empire.

He lured a couple hundred assassins away from Ra's to keep for himself. The small voice in his head told him he had already took a bunch of Jason's shticks and made them better so why not add another to the list.

He buys a big mansion somewhere in the middle of nowhere and starts his own assassin organisation

He takes the computer specialists and assigns them to scouting targets and draining their bank accounts(to be split among the assassins - tim had enough money).

He organises the rest by their specialities. Whenever he takes a new target he checks out their insurance coverage and replaces it with a really bad one. Then he sends out his groups according to the new insurance plan. For example if there is no dental insurance then the dental group will knock them up real bad. Combined with no money in their bank accounts, painful injuries and hospital bills that are not covered by insurance the targets feel emotionally drained(retribution for whatever they do to others). Then the special attack group ends them when they least expect it very painfully.

All in all he gets around gotham and branches out throughout the entire country.

But in the end he never has blood directly on his hands so he counts it a win.

He is also a shark in the boardroom and definitely uses his skills to his advantage. No-one questions him because they're scared shitless of him. He's practically a legend in the company.

Despite his many lucrative businesses he always makes time for date nights with kon and hangouts with kon, bart & cassie ♡ They all know of his assasin group but dont care since he's happy.

Also he ditches the dumb name and costume. He goes by peregrine and designs an actual costume - spiked leather jacket(inspired by kon), black onepiece(fitted with standard bat procedure) and black greek style circlet with wings(inspired by bart and cassie). He uses his bo staff but attaches retractable blades to make him seem like the bringer of death in a way

[wheneverfeasible]

Bloody Hands, Broken Hearts: a Mafia AU

Chapter 4

chapter wc: 5.3k || rating: E || main tags/warnings: alcohol/drug mention and use, sex trafficking, past rape/non-con, violence/blood/bruises, mean dom!Eddie, mob boss!Eddie, (forced) sex worker!Steve, feminized!Steve, see ao3 for full list

Though nothing Explicit has technically yet taken place, I’m gonna go ahead and bump up the rating just to be on the safe side due to the conversations that are taking place.

cw: violence, threat of sexual violence, homophobic language, Steve acknowledges past rape

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Steve sat curled up against the headboard of the bed, his brows furrowed in confusion as his hands cradling a glass of ice water. It had been ordered with an exaggerated roll of eyes by Munson when, after trying to talk further, Steve had exploded into another round of coughing from his abused throat. A quick call down the hall later for where his men had gone to wait, and soon he was thrusting the glass into Steve’s hand with a mocking lilt of his brow.

What the hell.

Munson was going to give him whiplash with how quickly his attitude kept changing, going from sexually charged, to mocking, to almost humored, to a flying rage, and back again to one of the others in no particular order and giving Steve a headache in the process. Or maybe that was the lack of oxygen he’d experienced.

It wasn’t the first time Steve had been choked, however, and as restrictive as his breathing had been, there was no denying that Munson had avoided putting crushing pressure to his trachea like Porzio had done on more than one occasion. It had been brutal, and absolutely terrifying at the time, but there had been less threat of a collapsed windpipe and larynx than he had believed at the time.

It was certainly a sobering experience, however.

Which was another thing. Munson had also ordered a wet cloth, tossing it at Steve and telling him to clean himself up from where he’d spilled the bourbon all over himself. Steve would have expected at least a slap for wasting the expensive and rare alcohol, with or without the rings, but Munson had merely waved his stuttering apologies away.

So now here was Steve, naked under the soft dressing gown thrown at him that practically swallowed him up with its size, curled up on his master’s bed, yet said master was making no move to claim what was his. Instead, he’d given Steve a chance to clean himself up, soothe his aching throat somewhat, and ordered him instead to tell Munson everything he knew about Porzio’s operation and the secret dealings he had with Munson’s mole.

It wasn’t a lot. Sure, it was certainly more than what any of the girls knew, probably even some stuff some of Porzio’s lieutenants hadn’t known, at least of his secret dealings. But it wasn’t like Steve had been part of the discussions. He’d just been in the room, either under the desk or draped across it, or wherever else Porzio wished him. But he had old Munson what he could.

There had been one time he’d been stretched on his front across the bed, arms still trapped in the bindings attached to the hook at the foot of the bed where he’d been left after Porzio finished with him, mercifully granted a repose of sleep to recover.

Except Steve didn’t sleep, though he pretended to do so. It had allowed him to overhear Porzio talking to someone about the offshore accounts, about how he was finally going to get one over on Kas the Bloody-Handed.

Steve couldn’t help snorting at where that particular plan had led Porzio. From what he’d heard, Munson hadn’t even left behind enough to identify the man through dental records.

“Something funny?” Munson asked from where he leaned against the bedpost at the foot of the bed, where he’d listened to Steve’s recounting of information, a note of warning in his tone.

Denial was on the tip of Steve’s tongue, a habitual and learned response, but he pushed that down while he took another shaky sip of the blessedly cold water he clasped in his hands. Clearing his throat with a small pained wince, Steve gave a half-formed shrug.

“I was just thinking about Porzio,” he admitted, and though his throat was doubtlessly already showing signs of bruising peeking out from his collar, it still was not as terrible as he had done to him before, his voice hoarse but not as painful to get out as he had expected it to be after everything. Less painful than a round with Porzio at least.

Munson’s brows lowered into a glower. “And what about him, pray tell, are you thinking about?”

Unable to help himself, Steve flashed Munson a quick grin. “He had been so certain he could best you. Make you his bitch.” Steve took another sip of water without bothering to conceal his smirk. “Honestly, I think he got let off easy.”

Munson’s brows next shot back up into his hairline, and Steve wondered briefly if the man knew how expressive his face could be when he wasn’t staring like a blank mask. “Easy? Never has anyone claimed I let anyone off easy before. And what would you have done, Sweet Vee? Released him to the police to answer for his crimes?” Munson drawled mockingly.

“Oh god no,” Steve snorted. “The entire institution of police is corrupt, and that’s not even touching on the number of officials in mobsters’ pockets. I’m sure you have your own fair few on your payroll.” Munson shrugged but did not deny the claim. “No, I’m glad Porzio is dead. But a quick albeit brutal beating isn’t enough. I would have cut off his balls and made him eat them.”

Munson started slightly at the ease in which Steve made his proclamation, his eyes taking in the bruised jaw, split lip, at the familiarity Steve had with this very room. His eyes then dropped to Steve’s neck, then his wrist peeking out of the sleeves of the dressing gown, letting out a small snort of his own.

“I suppose it’s true that you’re no longer the same boy ruling the roost of Hawkins High,” he murmured, stroking a hand over his short facial hair, but Steve didn’t miss the blink and you miss it quirk of Munson’s lips in a surprising smile that lacked any of the mockery Steve had already grown used to seeing.

So, Steve gave his own mocking look as he waved a hand over his body. “Clearly,” he dryly said, because he was as far from who he had been in high school as he could possibly get. He turned his thoughts away from what had put him on this path, however, to lower his gaze and fidget with the glass in his hands. Clearing his throat once more, he reached over to set his glass on the bedside table nearest to him.

He was still waiting for Munson, who seemed to purposely be keeping his distance, to start in on him. He was naked under the gown he hadn’t even been expecting to be given, and Munson was very clearly attracted to him, yet he made no move to push Steve’s legs open or order him to his knees. It was honestly kind of nerve wracking. He didn’t know what to expect next with Munson’s hot-and-cold treatment.

“Do you want me to pretend to be him, Daddy?” he softly asked, because that had to be it too, right? Munson had to be gloating that he had someone like who Steve used to be under him. “You could get me a little jersey to wear, I could talk about shoving freaks into lockers or whatever it was they did.”

A genuinely amused snort left Munson at that, causing Steve to look up at him with a small frown, mildly offended though he didn’t know why.

“As much as I would enjoy seeing you wearing those tiny little shorts again…that’s not quite what I had in mind.” Munson moved around the bed then, giving Steve once more the mental image of a predator stalking its prey. “You know, even here where no one knows my past, they still call me a freak. Among other things,” Munson smirked, settling on the bed near Steve.

It took all his power not to draw his legs up closer to himself, to not shy away from the man who was almost playful one moment and then a savage beast the next. He didn’t even know what could set the man off again to prevent it. So, instead Steve forced himself to relax, to settle back against the headboard and stretch out his legs, trying to indicate that he was open to his master’s whims.

“Tell me, Sweet Vee,” Munson said with a smile that did not match the hard look in his eyes. “Does it sicken you to be touched by me? By someone you knew in the past? Someone so far beneath your social standing?” His pale hand reached out, his fingers walking across the silken material of the dressing gown draped over Steve’s thigh, sliding the material off the dotted skin there.

Swallowing thickly, Steve forced his muscles to remain relaxed, letting his thighs open slightly until his leg was exposed almost fully. Munson made no move to expose him further, however, instead simply grazing his calloused fingertips over Steve’s inner thigh.

“That was high school,” Steve murmured, trying to be careful with what he said lest he send Munson into a flying rage again. Besides, it wasn’t like he finished school all that high in social ranking anyways. Though, Munson wouldn’t know that, he realized. Munson had skipped town before everything happened.

Forcing himself to remain relaxed, Steve risked giving Munson an almost teasing smile. “Besides. The roles have certainly switched, Daddy. You’re the one with all the power here.” Steve picked at the edge of the dressing gown on his chest, dropping his gaze down to his fingers. “I think we can both agree that we’re not the same people we were back then.”

Munson let out another surprising snort of amusement, his fingers tracing a pattern between Steve’s moles, Steve realized. It was almost…pleasant. Soothing. If one ignored the fact that those same fingers had killed countless men. Would kill him one day too, he was certain.

“That much is true,” Munson allowed. “Though had I known you were so good at taking it up the ass, I might have spoken to you sooner,” he added with a dark smirk. Steve tensed then beyond his control, Munson’s fingers tightening in their grip on his thigh. “Would you have called me ‘Daddy’ then if I fucked you in the back of your precious car? You’ve always been a slut, haven’t you?”

Steve had to clench his jaw tight so he didn’t hurl an insult at Munson. That definitely wouldn’t end well for him. Sure, he’d been a bit of a slut in high school, but there wasn’t anything wrong with being sexually liberated. It wasn’t like he’d slept with every chick that looked his way anyways. If anything, it had been more rumors than truth, but he’d let them tell their tales. Whatever. It helped his reputation at least.

Except Munson was here now, calling him a slut in a way that made his stomach squirm unpleasantly because he couldn’t remember the last time he’d genuinely enjoyed sex, the last time he’d had sex because he wanted to. But that didn’t matter to people like Munson, did it?

No, all they saw was the whore who sucked and fucked and acted like it was a choice.

They never saw the victim.

Why would they, when they were the ones who created the victims in the first place? Who snatched the victims from the streets, who sold them to the highest bidder, who took whatever they wanted until they left nothing behind but a husk of who the person the victim had used to be. There were no real survivors here. Only a shortened lifespan.

And Steve knew. He knew he was reaching the end of his. His lifespan had been shortened already in this lifestyle simply by being a man, but he’d been doing this for so long already. He might only be in his middish-twenties, but for someone like him? Those were geriatric years.

Steve knew he was going to die here with Munson, one way or another.

“Yes, Daddy,” Steve answered the only way he could. He once more shoved whatever was left of Steve back down to be the whore he was supposed to be. “You had a van though, didn’t you?” Steve vaguely recalled the monstrosity in the school parking lot. “I’m sure it’d be much more spacious.”

Something changed in Munson’s expression, but it was so minuscule that Steve couldn’t even properly tell for certain that it had. He worried he’d said something wrong, those icy prickles causing his chest to seize up once more at the memory of fingers at his throat.

“Would you have taken me in the back, Daddy?” he murmured, putting on a coy smile, hoping to distract Munson from whatever mistake he’d fumbled into. “Right there in the parking lot where anyone could hear us?”

He carefully settled his hand over Munson’s on his thigh, biting his lip suggestively as he looked up through his lashes. He could do this. He could make himself worthwhile to keep around for a little while longer.

“I can get so loud, Daddy. You’d have to gag me with something,” he purred, sliding Munson’s hand up higher on his thigh, arching his back slightly as he drew his other knee up and open. The dressing gown slipped open further, putting himself fully on display. “I could show you how good at sucking cock I am. Choke me with your thick, hard—”

Except the robe had slipped open. Had put himself fully on display. Including his undeniably soft dick. Though his voice and mouth and expression spoke of sexual want, Munson’s eyes had snapped immediately to the part of Steve that couldn’t lie about how he felt in that moment. It was so hard to get hard when you were scared for your life.

Munson ripped his hand from Steve’s grip, standing from the bed in a fluid motion that caused Steve to flinch. He was barely able to swallow back a whimper when Munson grabbed him by the bicep and flung him over, sending him sprawling across the bed on his stomach. Munson was right there after him, climbing on the bed over him.

Steve’s muscles tensed in fearful anticipation. This he knew. His fingers dug into the duvet as he clenched his teeth, waiting for the dressing gown to be flipped up, to expose his ass for Munson’s pleasure, to be torn and stretched and claimed by his new master.

“Is this what you’re expecting?” Munson breathed hotly into his ear where he lowered himself over Steve. “To be fucked into the mattress until I tire of you?” Munson’s knee moved to rest between Steve’s legs, leaning in to brush his hip along Steve’s ass. “I can feel you trembling beneath me. The thought of me touching you is repulsive, isn’t it?”

“No!” Steve gasped out, cursing the fact that he hadn’t taken the pills to give himself an artificial erection. Porzio didn’t always care, they were more for when he had to fuck one of his girls, or otherwise humiliate Steve, but maybe Munson did. “Please, Daddy, I w-want you to touch me,” he whispered.

A humorless chuckle left Munson at his words. “You’re such a fucking liar, Vee,” he murmured into Steve’s ear, his weight pressing Steve into the bed. “I could fuck you raw right here, fuck you until you’re raw and bleeding, and you’d still tell me how much you want me, isn’t that right?”

Of course it was. Unless…fuck. Did Munson get off on the struggle? Did he want Steve to fight back? Did he get off on fully acknowledging this for what it was: rape?

A choked sob caught in Steve’s throat, forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut at the warmth of more encroaching tears. He tried so hard not to acknowledge for himself what this was, even though of course he knew. He’d always known.

He’d known since the first time he’d been forced to see to another’s pleasure even though he didn’t want to, even though he felt betrayed by the person who should have protected him. He knew from the moment he was first sold into the goddamned trafficking ring, broken and trained until purchased by his first master.

Knew when he was sold again, knew when Porzio claimed him, and knew now when Munson had him pressed against the bed he’d been violated against time and time again. He knew it all along. Knew it still.

“P-please,” he whimpered.

“‘Please what’, whore?” Munson growled, his hand coming up to once more fist into Steve’s hair to pull his head back slightly until his neck arched.

Steve let out a small gasp, a tear of pain escaping past his eyelids to drip down his cheek. ”Please tell me what you want from me. I-I’ll do it. I’ll be whatever you want me to be, Daddy. Master. Please.”

Munson was quiet for a moment, as though actually considering Steve’s words. Steve just had to figure out what Munson wanted from him and then he could be it, could do it, and maybe he’d live to see another day.

But, with a huff of exasperation, Munson was then roughly releasing him and moved off of his back, climbing off the bed as he moved back towards the drink cart and pouring himself a fresh glass by the sound of it, not that Steve could actually see behind him. No, Steve stayed in exactly the position Munson left him in, not risking moving a single inch.

After a moment’s silence where the only sound was Munson’s thick gulping, the other man let out a heavy sigh. There was another glub of pouring liquid in a glass, but Munson kept his distance. For now.

“Get up,” he huffed.

Steve immediately scrambled off the bed, trying not to trip on the excessive material of the dressing gown, not knowing what was going to happen. He did know, however, that he had to push everything else away and be on his best behaviour if he wanted to survive. He stood there, dressing gown hanging open, head bowed submissively with his hands clasped before him. Except that just caused Munson to let out another heavy sigh.

The sound of glass meeting the mirrored top of the drink cart, and then Munson was moving closer. Steve tensed despite himself, readying for the next…whatever, sucking in a short breath when Munson batted his arms aside so that he could grab the edges of the dressing gown. And then, to Steve’s utter shock and confusion, he closed it, looping the hanging belt into a knot to keep it shut.

“You’ve told me enough for the night,” Munson said eventually. His voice sounded calmer now, flatter, lacking either ire or mockery. Lacking pretty much anything. “I think it best if you returned to the others tonight.”

Steve’s head shot up at that, his hands darting out with their own volition to grasp Munson’s wrists before he could withdraw his hands, though a part of Steve quailed at his presumption.

“Please don’t,” he whispered. “I’m sorry, Master. I’ll do better. Let me make up for my mistake.”

Munson let out a humorless laugh, shaking off Steve’s grip on his wrists but didn’t strike out in retaliation. Instead he just rolled his eyes, taking a pointed step back from Steve.

“Trust me, darling, we’re far from over. But I’m in no mood for a whore tonight,” he scoffed. “So you’re going to go back to your room until I summon you again. Understand?”

Steve blinked wide eyes at Munson, completely confused by everything that had gone on tonight, the buzz of anxious anticipation unpleasant beneath his skin. Munson was still playing with his food, it seemed, making Steve even more apprehensive about when his new master would finally snap. Would take what he was owed.

“I said, understand?” Munson repeated, a harder edge to his voice.

Steve could only nod rapidly for a moment, heart stuttering in his chest. “Yes,” he finally managed to croak out. “Yes, Master. Daddy.”

“Good,” Munson said with what was almost a scoff. He walked over to the door, knocking on it hard enough to draw the attention of his waiting men, and shot Steve a slightly mocking look. “Leave your clothes and go.”

Wrapping his arms around himself, Steve was barely given time to wonder at Munson’s words before the door was opened to one of the men from earlier entering. He kept his eyes professionally leveled at Munson, ignoring Steve like the insignificant thing he was.

“Take Vee back to his room,” Munson ordered with a flippant wave of his hand as he moved to reclaim his drink from the cart. “Keep someone posted outside like usual but do not enter, and let none of them out unless you hear my express orders.”

“Yessir,” the man intoned, only then casting his eyes Steve’s way. His gaze quickly took in Steve’s appearance, but there was no smirk or sneer, merely a hand indicating for Steve to walk out the door.

Still utterly confused about everything going on, having never gone this long before he was claimed by a new master, Steve could only send Munson a small, furrowed brow look before he was gathering the dressing gown in his hands enough to walk without tripping over the slippery material.

With one last look sent towards Munson’s back, Steve ducked his head and left the room that haunted his nightmares. Though more of his skin was being covered than he ever remembered it being, he felt more exposed than ever as he walked the vast halls of Porzio’s—now Munson’s—mansion to his room with his girls.

His guard didn’t harass him at all, however, didn’t even send a disgusted leer his way, merely escorting Steve back to his room as ordered. He didn’t even shove Steve through the doorway when they arrived, merely unlocked the door and held it open for him.

Steve hesitated only a second before he stepped inside, drawing in a shuddering breath when the door shut behind him with a finality that vibrated through his bones, the lock clicking into place.

There was a moment’s pause, a second of quiet, and then suddenly it was like déjà vu as he felt gentle hands reaching for him, soft voices asking him if he was all right, and suddenly he just wanted to cry. He didn’t, of course. He might have only released a few tears from pain and fear earlier, but it had already been far too much.

“Vee,” Janice breathed, the others parting for her to step forward in front of him. She was the oldest of them all, and the one that had been there the longest. They had discussed more than once the likelihood of this being their final year.

Janice was very nearly 30, or perhaps freshly 30; it was hard to keep track of dates doing what they did. Being what they were. Not whores, not really. Not anymore, at least. Janice actually had been one once, had been working the streets because she wanted to, her own boss who chose who and when and where. She had enjoyed it then.

Then one of her johns had decided she was too pretty, too good, too profitable, and then she had found herself drugged and bound and hadn’t seen the free world since.

Steve could somewhat relate to that. He had been something close to a prostitute as well, though not by choice. No, he hadn’t enjoyed it then either. He had trusted the wrong person, however. Maybe his parents had been right all along. Maybe he was just too stupid.

“Vee,” Janice repeated again, her hands coming up to lightly clasp him by the upper arms. There would be a new bruise there as well, he was certain, from where Munson had grabbed him to throw him over the bed.

Without much thought, Steve threw himself into Janice’s arms, burying his face in her neck. He wouldn’t let himself cry, but as her arms wrapped around him, his breath might have been the slightest bit shaken.

“I’m okay,” he whispered, which wasn’t a complete lie. He had certainly expected the worst when he went to see Munson. A slap, a few bruising grips, a reminder that he was absolutely nothing…all of it was a favorable outcome when the other option had been a painful and bloody death.

“Are you really okay?” Tiffany quietly asked, her soft southern drawl a little more evident with her worry. “You know you don’t need to be brave for us.”

Yes he did. He knew they worried for him, knew that they wanted to take care of him just as he took care of them. That was more than evident by what they tried to pull that morning. He needed to keep up the brave face, keep up the mask he’d been wearing all his life.

“Honestly, I’m okay,” he said with more feeling, shoving everything down deep. He survived the night. This was good news.

“What are you wearing though?” Selena asked with a slight grimace, delicately pinching the sleeve of the dressing down between her fingers as though to examine it further.

“Definitely not Daddy Kas’s,” Fen snorted, taking in the obvious size of the garment.

Steve rolled his eyes, stepping back from Janice’s hold to shake himself loose. “I spilled some drink on myself, so Daddy Kas threw me something of Porzio’s to cover up with. I’m pretty sure he picked the ugliest one on purpose,” he lightly complained.

He didn’t miss the way all their eyebrows went up at his statement. It was Mona who finally asked the question he knew they were all wondering, however, though it was Zuri who led him back to his own bunk.

“What did he do to you?”

Steve sighed, collapsing on the bottom bunk and leaning back on his hands as he looked up at the faces of his girls. It was obvious that, while they had been settled in for the night judging by the pajamas they were wearing and Zuri’s bonnet, they had been waiting anxiously for news of Steve, even though it had been likely he wouldn’t be back that night at all.

“Nothing,” he said honestly, before giving a small shrug. “At least nothing sexual, not really. We…talked.” He couldn’t tell them about what exactly, at least not everything. Not about the part of knowing him still. “He wanted to know what I knew about Porzio’s business.”

“He had Miss Vee all naked in his room and he didn’t cop a feel?” Fen asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the frame of the bunk bed. She quirked her brow in disbelief. “He doesn’t have a limp dick does he?”

All the girls shuddered at that, knowing what men who couldn’t get it up tended to do to them.

Steve burst out in a laugh. “No!” He paused, frowning a little as he considered that. “At least…I don’t think so.” Come to think of it, he hadn’t really been given the opportunity to check. Even when Munson was pressed against him earlier, it had been his hip, not his dick, covering his ass.

Huffing another sigh, Steve sat up fully again and finally reached up to begin undoing the collar around his neck. It was fucking uncomfortable to sleep in, and if he wasn’t entertaining their master, then he was going to take it the fuck off. It would also give the growing bruise a moment of relief as well.

“He just wanted to know what I knew, what I had overheard,” he murmured, rolling his eyes at Janice’s look as she took in the growing bruise at his neck. “I…pissed him off a couple times, but beyond a few hits, he didn’t really do much to me. I think he’s more interested in what I know. For now, at least.”

He caught Isabel’s gaze, the way she worried her bottom lip as she looked at him. She was still so young, barely out of her teenage years. Porzio was her first master, snatched outside her job where she bagged groceries after school before being broken and trained and sold to the highest bidder. She was far too sweet for this life.

“I’m okay,” he repeated, hoping to reassure her and the others. “I’m here aren’t I? A couple new bruises aren’t anything new. He didn’t even hit me with his rings. He just wanted to talk.” He just hoped he hadn’t cost them breakfast. They hadn’t really eaten all day and he knew they’d need their strength.

“Besides,” he grinned. “I got to taste some of Porzio’s good shit. M-Master Kas didn’t even punish me for spilling it,” he said, hoping his smile didn’t waver at the near slipup of Munson’s name. He pointedly didn’t look at Janice. “He just got me a wet cloth to clean up and had me cover up in this.” He plucked at the dressing down as he tossed the collar on the shared beside table.

“Huh. And we are certain he’s a poof too, right?” Zuri teased. “Because having your ass right there and not taking advantage of it?”

Steve shot her a glare without heat. “Trust me, he’s some kind of queer. He just…” Steve could only shrug again. Why hadn’t Munson taken advantage of him? Even straight guys had used his services before when they were offered.

A mouth was a mouth and an ass was an ass, after all, especially in the dark. It helped with his hair being longer, and being forced to wear the clothes that he did.

“I think he was focused on learning what I know. Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll have me ass up soon enough.”

Fen let out a throaty laugh, moving to climb into her top bunk over Zuri’s. “Should draw a smiley face with your moles on your ass cheek for when he does,” she teased across the aisle at him.

“I’m going to smother you one of these days,” he flatly replied. His lip twitched when she cackled and slid under her covers though, grateful to her that she was still trying to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal. He much preferred that over everyone fussing over him.

“Smother me with your thighs, darling,” Fen purred, waving a dismissive hand his way.

“And what a way to go,” Selena laughed. “I call dibs on second to die via Vee’s thighs.” She followed Fen’s lead, dragging Isabel back towards their own bunk next to Steve’s and Janice’s, which encouraged the rest to move as well. Steve was thankful for it.

“You would be so lucky,” Steve huffed, but he was feeling better at his girls’ antics. He had somehow survived his night with Munson with barely any injury to show for it. Sure, his throat still felt sore and he had a couple new aches, but those were minimal things compared to what could have happened.

Slowly but surely, everyone settled in for the night, bedside lamps switched off and whispered goodnights given. Isabel still quietly prayed each night, a soft susurration that Steve had grown used to beside him, though he wondered how much longer until even she stopped believing in something greater out there.

They had all held beliefs of being rescued one of these days, at least at the start. Everyone had hope at first. Steve wondered if his parents even knew he was missing. Wondered if they would even care, or if they would rather believe that this was some sort of divine punishment for his deviancy.

Steve rolled over onto his side, facing the opposite way from Isabel. His fingers found the bruise growing on his other wrist, his thumb trailing over the inked brand there.

He stared into the dark, his mind on his new master who was perhaps as much of an enigma to Steve as Steve was to him. His fingers tightened where Munson’s had been, the ache filling him, and in the shroud of secretive darkness, he finally let his tears fall.

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CW body shaming and cruel comment

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Asshole customer today tell me I shouldn't smile so much til I see a dentist. Fucking he'll.

Add that to the list of cruelest comments from customers. He wasn't even mad whej he said it like arguing or anything. It was just out of the blue and tbh that makes it do much worse and now I feel lile shit.

And yes I see the best option I have financially - dental school nearby gives free cleanings and x-rays so their students can practice. And I take rlly good care of my teeth and gums. I just cant afford a fancy cosmetic dentist.

Fuck that guy and fuck customers who think I make en9ugu to get celebrity fancy teeth. Also fuck everyone else who's shamed me for my teeth. Fuck working there and fuck that guy.

Posted by admin Rodney.