#How much does blood pressure go down with weight loss?

[dashinghealth]

When Weight Loss is a Concern: When Should You Worry?

Weight loss is a common topic in today's society, with many people striving to achieve their ideal body weight.

While maintaining a healthy weight is important for overall well-being, the pursuit of weight loss can sometimes become concerning.

In this blog post, we will discuss when weight loss should be a cause for worry and what steps can be taken to address it.

First and foremost, it is important to understand that weight loss can occur for a variety of reasons, and not all of them are cause for concern.

For example, if you have recently made changes to your diet and exercise routine, it is normal to experience some weight loss.

Additionally, if you are going through a stressful period in your life, it is possible that you may lose weight due to a decreased appetite.

However, there are certain red flags to watch out for when it comes to weight loss. The most concerning sign is when weight loss occurs without any intentional changes in diet or exercise.

This could be a sign of an underlying health issue, such as an overactive thyroid or cancer. If you are experiencing unexplained weight loss, it is important to consult a healthcare professional to rule out any potential medical conditions.

Another cause for concern is rapid weight loss. Losing a large amount of weight in a short period of time can be harmful to your health.

It can lead to nutrient deficiencies, loss of muscle mass, and a weakened immune system. Crash diets and extreme exercise regimens may result in initial weight loss, but they are not sustainable or healthy in the long run.

Furthermore, if you have a history of disordered eating or body image issues, any weight loss, intentional or unintentional, should be addressed with caution.

These individuals may have a distorted perception of their bodies and may not recognize when their weight loss becomes unhealthy.

So, when should you worry about weight loss? If you are experiencing unexplained or rapid weight loss, it is important to seek medical advice.

Additionally, if you have a history of disordered eating or body image issues, any weight loss should be monitored closely by a healthcare professional.

Now, let's talk about what steps can be taken to address weight loss concerns. If a medical condition is causing the weight loss, treatment for the underlying issue is necessary.

In cases of disordered eating, therapy and support from a healthcare professional can help address the root cause of the weight loss.

In general, a balanced and healthy approach to weight loss is always recommended. This includes following a nutritious diet and engaging in regular physical activity.

Fad diets and extreme exercise regimens should be avoided. Instead, focus on making sustainable lifestyle changes that will lead to long-term weight management.

In conclusion, while maintaining a healthy weight is important, it is equally important to recognize when weight loss becomes a cause for concern.

Unexplained or rapid weight loss should not be ignored and should be addressed with the help of a healthcare professional.

A balanced and healthy approach to weight loss is always the best way to achieve and maintain a healthy weight. Remember to prioritize your overall well-being above any societal pressure to achieve a certain body weight.

https://dashinghealth.com/weight-loss-faqs-answered/

[tldrthor]

five more minutes | steve rogers

Summary: Steve marvels at his sleepy girl // established relationship fluff, fem!reader, no use of (y/n) // word count: 1k

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Steve Rogers had never been a man who slept easily. It hadn’t been that way since he was a baby, keeping his poor mother awake through all hours of the night. As he grew, sleep never came easily — too many battles, too many scars, and the weight of the world on his shoulders from the moment he learned that to exist was to fight.

These days, the losses of everyone and everything pressed on him like a boulder, something he could never outrun. No, to sleep was to confront — and Steve had done enough confronting for a lifetime.

Most of his fellow Avengers knew the sting of restless nights. They understood that sleep, with its blank slate, was a risky thing — a place where the cruelest parts of their minds could take hold. Steve’s dreams were never kind. He often dreamed of Bucky falling from the train, of his mother lying on her deathbed, or of you — you, lying in a pool of crimson blood.

He flinched as that particular memory resurfaced. The day he thought he’d lose you. His eyes flicked to your sleeping form, cocooned in the duvet like a hibernating creature. Sometimes, he wondered if this was all real or if it was just a dream — a dream he was overdue to wake from.

You were so serene, so untouched by the world’s cruelty. It struck him again, how remarkable it was that after all you’d been through, sleep was still a sanctuary for you. He felt a pang of envy. You were able to rest in ways he couldn’t. Your face was peaceful, your breath slow and steady, while his thoughts raced like an out-of-control train.

Watching you fall asleep each night was like witnessing a miracle. You had this routine, a rhythm he had come to cherish. It was small, simple things — filling your water bottle, turning off the lights, and whispering “I love you, sleep well” before you sank into the comforting embrace of the night.

You had once asked him, “Does it bother you that I sleep so much when you don’t? Do you wish I joined you in the early hours of the morning?”

Even now, that question made him smile. He remembered you, stumbling out of bed hours after him, his oversized pajamas swallowing you whole. It made his chest swell with pride — this little thing with messy hair and a habit of stealing his clothes was his. He got to be there with you, cradling you while you slept, listening to your soft snores.

He could still feel the gentle pressure of his hands on your sleepy face, rubbing the exhaustion from your barely open eyes. He’d kissed the top of your messy hair, holding you close as he whispered, “I love you as you are, my sleepy girl.”

He was the luckiest man alive, and he knew it.

But sometimes, when the sun was just starting to rise, and he had to wake you up, that luck felt like a curse. He couldn’t help it. You were so peaceful, so content in your little cocoon of warmth and softness. The moment he dared disturb that tranquility, you became a beast to tame — his beast, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, kneeling beside the bed. His fingers gently stroked your hair, watching you stir. “It’s time to wake up. We’ve got training in an hour.”

A soft, incoherent noise escaped you as you buried your face deeper into the pillow. “Five more minutes…”

He couldn’t help but laugh. Same script, same lines. “Angel,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’ve already had five more minutes than I should’ve given you.”

You leaned into his touch but didn’t open your eyes.

“I don’t want to go,” you groaned, wrapping yourself tighter in the duvet.

He sighed but grinned, moving to open the blinds. Sunlight poured into the room, bathing the bed in a warm, golden glow. You, of course, immediately buried your face deeper into the covers, a little mound of resistance.

He sat back down on the edge of the bed, gently pulling the duvet away from your eyes. “Come on, sweet girl. You know you have to get up.”

And then — the bargain. He saw it coming a mile away, heard the seductive lull of your voice as it lured him in.

“Come back to bed,” you coaxed, your voice thick with sleep. “We can cuddle.”

Damn you.

“Can’t, baby. You know how much I’d love to,” he whispered, trying to keep his voice strong as he planted soft kisses on your forehead, your temple, your cheek. “Come on, time to get up.”

A dramatic sigh came from beneath the covers. “You’re so mean.”

Ah, the anger phase. His least favourite.

“I know, sleepy girl,” he replied in a mock-somber tone, unable to resist the playful tease. “Open those pretty eyes for me. Let me see them.”

One eye cracked open, barely a slit. Success. “There she is.”

Before he could celebrate, that eye shut again. Of course. He checked the time—training was fast approaching, and he had promised you he’d give you enough time to get ready. But what could he do? The sleepy beauty before him was winning the fight — again.

He checked his phone, his impulsive fingers moving quicker than his rational, captain brain could stop them -- a quick text to Sam and an instant response:

Can you cover training this morning?

Sure thing. I’ll put them through their paces ;)

With a satisfied smile, Steve kicked off his boots and climbed over you, slipping back under the covers. You stirred slightly, one eye cracking open to assess the disruption.

“What doing?” you mumbled groggily.

“Shh, my sleepy girl,” he whispered, fitting himself into your warm space. You immediately relaxed, a grin spreading across your face at your unexpected victory. He pressed a kiss to your neck, pulling you closer. “Just five more minutes.”

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[loganhowlettshousewife]

logan howlett x autistic!reader

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logan understands you better than anyone else. his senses are enhanced from his mutation, every noise hitting him at a higher intensity than it does anyone else, every scent reaching his olfactory receptors no matter how faint. it doesn’t often bother him, it’s something he’s had to deal with his whole life, but there are certainly times when the world around him can become overwhelming in its intensity.

and so he understands you, when things get to be too much for you. he understands, though not in the same way, how it feels when there are too many separate sounds hitting your ear drums, when certain textures make your skin crawl, when the bright fluorescent lights that most places use make you want to collapse to the ground and cry. he doesn’t blame you for being overwhelmed, doesn’t judge you or treat you as if you’re lesser for it.

it’s impossible to truly understand the feelings of autistic overstimulation without being autistic, but logan’s understanding of it comes as close as possible, and you’re forever grateful for his silent support.

you often wonder how you ended up so lucky, to have someone who understands you the way he does, who never complains when he has to cut a date short for reasons that wouldn’t affect anyone else, who removes you from situations he knows will be difficult for you to deal with.

he’s become a safe haven for you. you don’t need to mask when you’re alone with logan. he told you once that he can tell when you’re masking, that there are hints in your scent that betray your true emotions, and every time you find yourself slipping into that persona he pulls you out of it with a gruff “stop that”.

he helps you take off the clothes that feel scratchy against your skin, redressing you in fabrics that he knows will soothe the angry corners of your mind, the ones that scream in a loud cacophony that even you can’t understand, crying out for relief from something. he turns off the lights in the room, sits with you in the dark, doesn’t speak unless you request his voice. he lays down on top of you - a newer development, since he used to vehemently refuse, worried he’d crush you under the weight of his adamantium skeleton - letting the pressure of his body against yours ground you to the present.

and he’ll never utter the words out loud, never speak them into existence under any circumstance, but it helps him too.

it’s been a long time since he’s been allowed to exist in silence like this, and he realises that he likes it when the world isn’t a jarring mess of noises and sights and scents around him. it’s nice to be able to focus on a single feeling rather than continuously compartmentalise the myriad of sensory information being thrown at him. you’ve helped him realise that it’s okay to take time for himself when his brain starts to feel fuzzy and raw and wrong, when the world becomes too much to handle.

he’s not good at being vulnerable, not good at being gentle. he’s rough and gruff and violent, a man born of blood and loss. but the more time he spends with you, the more he realises that perhaps his temper isn’t an inherent facet of his personality the way he’d always assumed, but rather a response to how uncomfortable he always feels, a response to the overstimulation constantly brimming inside him, an outlet for the buzzing under his skin.

he has words now for things he never understood before, concepts floating around in his brain. you’ve changed his life, taught him new things about himself at the old age of 200, when he thought he was surely stuck in his ways, broken beyond repair, an unfortunate mistake.

he’s far from perfect, knows it as surely as he knows his own name. but this, taking care of you, making sure no one bothers you while you come down, overstimulation going from a twenty to a ten to a five, until you can breath again without feeling like your chest is collapsing on itself? this is something he can do.

this, he will always do.

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[scientia-rex]

Hi Dr. Kristophine, do you have any advice on what kind of information doctors need for medical issues that are more nebulous than "my knees hurt"? I've been feeling Weird and Bad in a way that has me concerned, but I'm afraid to make an appointment because I don't know what to say that will get the Weird and Bad feeling across in an actionable way. Going to the doctor takes SO much energy that I don't have to waste and I don't want them to just take a blood test and say everything's fine go home (again).

The best thing you can do with medical information you're trying to prepare for your medical provider, as a lay person, is be as specific as possible.

-Location: Is it one place in particular, or everywhere? Does it stay in one place, or move around?

-Timing: When did it start? Did it come on suddenly or slowly? Does it happen continuously? Does it come and go? Is it always there to some extent, but it gets better and worse? On a scale of 1-10, with 1 being fine and 10 being the worst you can imagine, how bad is it at its best, and how bad is it at its worst? How much time does it spend really bad vs only kind of bad?

-Quality: If it's pain, is it aching, burning, stabbing, dull, electrical zap, etc.? If it's not pain, what is it? Is it discomfort? Is it weakness--i.e., you can't do that thing? Is it fatigue--like maybe you can still push through doing the thing but it feels like you're trying to wade through mud to do it? Is it a racing heart, sweating, pressure?

-Triggers: Does something in particular set it off? A time of day, a food, an action, a medication, a thought? A surprisingly common trigger for migraines is sitting still with your neck in one position. (New research suggests that necks are critical to migraine formation, to which I yelled out loud at the paper, no duh!) There may be triggers you haven't noticed; try keeping a symptom diary, where you note down when you have episodes and what you were doing beforehand, what you ate that day, menstrual phase, etc. Any detail that you can remember, whether or not it seems relevant at the time.

I cannot tell you how many times I've dug deeper into a chronic issue only to discover that the patient can, in fact, tell me what the trigger is, but because it's something important to them, they simply haven't noticed. May subconsciously even avoided noticing. Do you get migraines every time you DM? Do you need to work a stretch break into your D&D session?

There can also absolutely be multiple triggers--I know I'll get migraines if I don't sleep, if I'm sick, if I sit still for too long, if I have dental work, etc.

So bring in all the info you can. Write it down if you're afraid you'll forget. Don't hand it to the MA, too many doctors will go "oh my GOD they brought a LIST how high-maintenance" and tune out. Hang on to it but tell them about everything.

I don't expect patients to be able to tell me "I believe I've had a left radial styloid fracture" but I do expect them to tell me "I fell and tried to catch myself with my left hand and now my wrist hurts," and that's good enough. The rest of it is my job. When it's something more vague, like "I started feeling different and bad about six months ago," any other information helps. Did you start a new med around then? Are you going through menopause? Do you struggle with anxiety? Do you have first-degree relatives (parent, sibling, or child) with genetic disorders, autoimmune disorders, etc.? Do you have a history of anemia? Are you vegan? Have you started having night sweats and unexplained weight loss? Did you recently travel internationally? This can go a lot more different directions than a hurty wrist, so bring in all the info you can.

And keep in mind that modern medicine is very limited--much more so than most people think. There is an excellent chance that medicine will not be able to diagnose your condition. It may still be able to offer treatment. It may fall on your shoulders to manage it as best you can, knowing that doctors don't have answers. Nobody can tell me why I have chronic pain, and I don't mean as in "I've asked doctors and they don't know," I mean "I've personally scoured the literature and had the relevant and appropriate tests and no one can know at this phase of medical knowledge." So I deal with it, I've stopped trying to push myself past my reserves because people who can't admit to ignorance tell me to, I keep my painful body moving because that helps, I do PT, I take a multivitamin occasionally because I know my diet sucks. I manage.

There are not always right or wrong answers--I don't take gabapentin, because I don't want the sedation and kidney exposure, but patients with my exact symptoms might find it helpful and may find the risks and costs worth the benefits. My mother, who has whatever it is that I have, right down to the tricky stomach, from whom I presumably inherited it, has taken medication at different points in her life, depending on how much pain she was in and what other responsibilities she has, and that is perfectly reasonable. Autonomy matters. People have to be able to make these choices for themselves, with assistance but not paternalism from their medical professionals, because the math is different for everyone.

[thebutterflyeater]

Hateful Sneak Peak

Warnings: hate fucking, rough sex, switch Kokushibo, scratching, virginity loss, blood, degradation

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"Take more of it. I know you can take it since you- hhh- act so tough. Take it like a good girl." His eyes were screwed shut at the pleasure that he felt. Your walls clenched around him as you hissed at the pain. You felt your hymen break as he pushed himself all the way in, bottoming out. "You fit it all in there, stupid little thing? Does it hurt?" The way you bit your lip to the point of bleeding clued him in that he indeed was deflowering you.  "What a filthy thing, letting me use you to my heart's content. Am I your first?"

"I fucking hate you." Your voice was barely over a whisper and your nails dug into the dirt. "I guess a real Samurai isn't afraid of getting blood on his sword." He dipped his head down quickly, gliding his tongue across your bottom lip to get a taste of blood. His hand lowered from the soft skin of your stomach, rubbing slow circles around your clit. “You say that you hate me so much, but your body is so reactive to the attention that I give.” He mumbled mostly to himself as he rutted his hips against yours teasingly, pulling a string of moans from your lips. “Fuck you, Shibo.” For once, a grin pulled at his lips and he leaned into your neck, sucking one the side of your throat. His pace started off slow and steady, then quickly grew quicker, rougher. You felt as though you were seeing stars at the unfamiliar pressure building in your abdomen, then he stopped moving all together and the feeling went with it. “Woah. hhh- What are you fucking doing?” 

“You seem to be enjoying this much more than you should be.” He held your hips flush against his, leaning his body to yours, chest to chest. "How sure are you that you really hate this?" A low whine fell from your lips as you felt your back arch, pushing your bodies impossibly closer. “Beg if you want me to move. Admit to me that you’re weak.” With that said, you clung your arms around his waist tightly, moving your legs to tighten around him as well. With one swift movement to the side, you shifted your entire body weight to push him onto his back. The positions were flipped and Kokushibo stared up at you in shock, moving his arms to move you off of him. “You aren’t topping me in this too, bastard.” You took his wrists into your hand, pinning them against the dirt. You lifted yourself up, moving your free hand to rest against his chest for better leverage. “I’m going to make you admit that I’m better than you, six-eyes.” With gritted teeth, you sunk down his length, feeling his body tense with pleasure.

[froggybogwitch]

(Enjoy my drawing of what I think Vaughan looks like)

One of the many things that facinates me about the Cadre is the potential within their inter-personal relationships. Now, admittedly I'm going to be getting into a Lot of my personal HCs about the Cadre's history and place as a part of Maeve's court, especially Vaughan since there is quite literally nothing about him except that he's a sea bird and is a master of not confronting the issue (U go girl, give us nothing to work with) so, this is not to be taken as just an interpertation of canon (though there will be some of that), but as my personal "what I wish we got."

Alright, with that disclaimer over, the Cadre is *old.* Canonically, Gavriel is it's oldest living member at about 600 years old, but by no means is he treated as it's founder. He was not the first bloodsworn, and as a fairly prominent character, especially in relation to Aedion who IS the founder of his own unit, the Bane, I feel it would have been mentionned or alluded to if that were the intention. So, the Cadre is old as BALLS. My guess is that they were formed during the first vlag conquest, and thus the original members of the Cadre would have been contemporaries of Brannon Galathynius and Athril.

My personal headcanon is that while Gavriel isn't a founding member of the Cadre, Vaughan is. Vaughan was there when the first oaths were sworn. He was the youngest of his cohort to swear, an abandonned child turned squire, and has served faithfully ever since. He served for centuries before Gavriel was even born. He's lived longer that any creature, even fae should, and his mind cracked under the pressure. He could not handle the weight of his own memories, and so his mind protected him. (Does the oath sustain him? Does it trap his soul in a body that can barely breath? Is his magical well just *that* deep?) He has raised and trained generations of bloodsworn, lived so long that their names, faces, deaths blur together.

And just like his own mentors, the original members of the cadre who first swore blood oaths to Maeve, he wasn't gentle. He didn't really know how to, even when he tried to be. And that was fine with adults, with men who had been chosen from the ranks of Maeve's army and guard, like Gavriel. But Lorcan wasn't an adult. He wasn't a blooded soldier when Maeve chose him, and put him in Vaughan's care. He was still a child, who'd never had stability, never had a safe haven, or a gentle guiding hand.

He got one of those from Vaughan, and it was stability, though he needed the other two just as desperately.

And it all got so much more complicated after Vaughan's mind started falling apart, and he started both forgetting how he treated Lorcan and basing his attitude towards Rowan (and Lorcan) on observations of how Gavriel taught. How Gavriel was gentle and patient with his teaching, while still staying firm. Lorcan resents Vaughn for the way he was, is glad he was different for Rowan, is grieving the loss of a man who took care of and understood him more than clean cut gavriel or noble-born Rowan ever could. Which comes right back around to resenting Vaughn for his "weakness" of mind and the precieved abandonnement, while being glad that vaughn can't remember the vulnerabilities Lorcan let him see when he was younger. And I think, Lorcan, deep deep down, envies Vaughn the capacity to just forget everything they've done and everything that's been done to them. Because Vaughn no longer wakes up screaming, and so many of his old triggers (triggers Lorcan once knew like the back of his hand) are just gone.

[moontyger]

You can’t win if you don’t play.

That’s what the PowerBall ad said. I could pay $2 for a ticket and possibly win a $20 million jackpot. Of course, I have a 99.9999997 percent chance of losing which may be why my stats teacher used to say that the lottery was a tax on people who didn’t pay attention in her class.

Still, the lottery says, you probably won’t win but imagine if you did. Imagine being $20 million richer overnight. You can’t win if you don’t play.

What’s left is a risk/benefit analysis. There’s almost no chance of winning, so how good or bad of an idea it is to play the lottery comes down to how much someone can afford to lose the $2 (or however much they are spending on tickets.) If someone can easily afford it then they might decide that it’s no big deal then even though there is almost no chance they will win. However, if someone is in a position where they need $2 to pay for food, rent, gas etc. then they might decide that the risk is too high.

Or they might decide that the chance of winning $20 million is too much to give up - and you can’t win if you don’t play. People get to make that choice.

So why am I going on about the lottery in a newsletter about the intersections of weight science, weight stigma, and healthcare?

Because I hear a similar type of “logic” all the time from the weight loss industry, lay people, even doctors. Sure, weight loss might not work, they say, but you’ll never lose weight if you don’t try.

I’ve noticed over the time that I’ve been talking about/teaching about the failure rate of intentional weight loss interventions, there has been a shift in the most common response when I explain that about a century of research shows that intentional weight loss fails about 95% of the time (only 4.9999997% less than the lottery, but who’s counting.) In the early days they would say something like “that statistic is just from one study in the 1950’s” (which is false). Now, a much more common response is something like “That’s true, but you just have to keep trying until you get in the 5%.��

Now, I’m aware that not everyone studied statistics, and that’s completely reasonable. (And while they teach statistics in medical school, they teach a lot of things in medical school so it’s understandable if a med school student was so busy trying to figure out what the spleen does or how to diagnose lupus that they didn’t exactly give statistics their all.) But I did study statistics and I can tell you, that’s not how it works.

Besides being, essentially, lottery logic, there’s the assumption that past/current attempts do not impact future attempts (that is, it’s based on an unproven assumption that a weight-loss attempt that results in losing and regaining weight will not impact the chances of success of the next attempt.) Moreover, it ignores the fact that when weight loss interventions fail (and let’s be clear that it’s the interventions that fail, not the people attempting them) that failure is not benign. People are harmed by unsuccessful weight loss interventions.

Imagine if they changed the lottery rules so that if you failed to match any of the numbers you had to pay $5. What if it was $10? Or $100?

What if it was your health?

Weight cycling (losing weight and then regaining weight) is the outcome of the vast majority of intentional weight loss attempts. It is also independently correlated to numerous mental and physical health issues including high blood pressure, type 2 diabetes, cardiovascular disease, and increased overall mortality. (I have an in-depth piece about this here.) That changes the risk benefit analysis considerably.

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Bog-demon

I am walking. It is all I have ever known how to do, slog endlessly in the utter dark, praying I am going in a straight line. Where am I going? Why? And for what? I do not know. I do not know anything.

My feet are sore, blisters forming despite the soft dirt underfoot. The ground is moist, as it always is, sickeningly yielding. I despise it almost as much as I despise the pain of each step, but I cannot stop. I think— for I do not know —that there is something chasing me, that if I halt for so much as a moment, I will stumble and wind up into its open chasm. 

I fear falling behind so much it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, flutters my heart, and takes over my mind. Even through the agony, the needles that pierce and shred my feet— real or imagined? I am not sure —are overpowered by my terror, my need to keep moving. I would step into a meat grinder rather than stop, so great my fear is. I would wear my soles to nothing, and my feet to bone if only I could escape that thing that haunts me. I would stumble through darkness forever, and so I do.

The monster is not my only nemesis. The ground's wetness gives way to worse things, sometimes. It thickens to mud, so slowly that I do not notice, wet and filthy and stinging my sores. My mind is too occupied— by things I may have imagined —in any case, and I cannot sway from my path either way. So my feet get tangled in the mud and I push through it anyways, slowed but unstopping.

Eventually, the mud rises, and I am waist-deep in it. It sucks at my flesh, like a bog-demon. I can feel it— or so I think —tearing bits of skin off and suckling greedily at the blood that flows from within. My pace is but a snail's crawl, every muscle aching from fighting the mud, and I cannot help but fear that the monster will have finally caught up to me.

Then the mud is up to my neck, and I have greater problems to worry about than the monster. I am slipping, losing it. My fingers claw at the slippery semi-solid, trapped in the quagmire. My legs continue to struggle— futilely, I suspect —as the waters grow higher and higher. The fingers of the bog-demon reach for my throat.

And so the mud engulfs me, pressing my face down into its breathless pillow. I suffocate, unable to struggle, unable to scream, unable to move. The bog-demon does not just bleed me physically— it claws out my very soul. The world, hollow and devoid of sensation as it already is, turns to dust, and there is nothing but me and the monster, which drinks down my fear and anger and love and loss and hope and failure, until I'm nothing but a husk.

I want to stop moving. The monster hurts too much. Its weight— or what I have imagined to be its weight —is too great, crushing my bones and turning me into putty. I want to let go, and drown in its horrible embrace, engulfed by lassitude. It just hurts, so very much. It drinks down my eloquence, my pretty words and shining smiles, and leaves me with lead in my limbs and floss in my brain.

But the monster is there, right behind me. And I do not want it to catch me. So I keep moving, my limbs sluggish, half-swimming, half-crawling in the thickness of it. The pressure does not lighten— or perhaps my mind keeps it on me —but I push on. I move and move and move.

I break free, eventually, though I do not know when. Much like its arrival, the bog-monster's disappearance is slow, unsusceptible. But it is gone, and I walk forward again, in the dark and the wet and the eternal knowledge that I will meet the bog-demon once more.

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[lassofics]

Two Aces: Part 3

Word count: 739

Timeline: Season 1

Warnings: Implied abuse

Summary: Takes place about 4 months after Two Aces: Part 2. Richmond is about to be relegated, and it’s Jamie’s job to make that happen.

It’s the end of the season. Richmond is on the brink of relegation. Their only chance is to beat Man City.

Jamie isn’t gonna let that happen. He’s still pissed at Lasso for dumping him. As if his progress had meant fucking NOTHING.

Richmond will get relegated. And then, they’ll fire Lasso and send his pathetic ass back to America, where he fucking belongs.

And yet… there’s a lot of pressure. Man City is expected to win, of course, but every single move Jamie makes out there is being scrutinized — and not just by the public, but by his own father.

Plus, there’s the whole matter of having to play against his old teammates — something Jamie has been trying to avoid thinking about. Until… right now.

He jogs out onto the pitch from the tunnel, hearing the crowd start to chant his name. At first, he just smirks, reveling in the praise.

But then, AFC Richmond comes out, and Jamie feels his blood run cold.

Everyone’s staring at him. Which should be fine; he’s used to it, because how could he NOT garner so much attention with how he looks and acts? But the way his former teammates are looking at him… it’s as if he’s their enemy. As if they hate him. There’s no camaraderie there.

Except for one player.

Dani fucking Rojas, the little golden retriever of a human, is standing there with a wide grin on his face, waving to Jamie like no time has passed at all.

It’s too much. Jamie can only look at him for a few moments before quickly averting his gaze, feeling a massive wave of guilt wash over him.

Dani, on the other side of the pitch, just steels himself, not letting it bother him. As much as he cares about Jamie, it’s been almost six months, and he’s accepted the fact that they’re just not that close anymore. Besides, they’re on different teams now.

No. Right now, all Dani needs to worry about is playing to the best of his ability.

They take their positions. Jamie’s heart is pounding in his chest, an unfamiliar emotion shooting through him every time he glances at Dani. He just grits his teeth, clenching his fists.

Dani, on the other side, glances over at his teammates and flashes them a smile and a thumbs-up. He takes a deep breath, preparing for what could easily be the biggest game of his career so far.

The whistle blows, and the match begins.

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The final whistle blows, and the match ends. Richmond has officially been relegated.

Dani, normally optimistic and positive no matter the circumstances, is downright devastated. Too devastated to even think about looking in Jamie’s direction. All he’s thinking about is the weight of that loss. They’d almost had it, too; they’d just lost focus for about half a second and Man City had scored.

The Richmond players trudge off the pitch, looking incredibly defeated. As they walk back to the locker room, Dani struggles to think of a silver lining in all of this. Eventually, he decides that the only positive outlook in this situation is that Jamie won, and he’s probably happy.

Little does Dani know… he isn’t.

Forcing Richmond into relegation hadn’t been the satisfying revenge Jamie had been vying for. Not even close. And even though his teammates are jumping up and down with joy, throwing their arms around each other… the victory feels hollow.

Maybe it’s the weight of the mistakes he knows he made out there, and the chilling thought that he’s not gonna walk out of this club without a few new bruises. Maybe it’s the fact that he just saw the great Roy Kent, his childhood hero and idol, go down hard and limp off the pitch for what very well could be the last time.

Or maybe it was the look on their faces when they’d lost.

He’d caught a brief glimpse of Dani’s face after the final whistle had blown. Jamie almost hadn’t recognized him without that warm, inviting, optimistic smile. To this day, he’s never seen Dani look so upset.

Jamie can’t help feeling like, as Roy would put it, a massive fucking prick. He’d gotten what he’d wanted, but he can’t even enjoy it. As his teammates celebrate around him and start to drag him back into the locker room, one thought keeps circulating through his mind:

I’m sorry.

[paigenoelchas-blog]

Part 4: Three Weeks

Part 3: Seven Minutes Part 5: 482 Days

....the glistening weapon deep into my thigh, creating a crater that quickly creates a pain so excruciating that I can barely concentrate.I can not let him see the way he has hurt me, though he must know. The shard of glass is buried deep into my leg, and as he drags it out, I can feel muscles and tendons rip apart. I hear him groan with pleasure.

It is his intention to kill me but he has to see me suffer, even though he should be in a hurry. He can not help it. His smile has taken on a new form as he continues to stab me frantically. I can't tell what has been cut or how many times he has plunged a scrap of mirror into my flesh, but he is failing to deliver a killing blow. His laughter is maniacal and his eyes are wild. I have a hard time finding any humanity in him at all.

At once, I hear the door burst open. Maybe I will survive this after all, maybe the baby... I see a flurry of policemen, and I hear George mutter under his breath. "You stupid bitch. Look what you have done."

His rage and his desire for revenge have caught him. He sees no way out. I believe I am dead. Me and the baby. My thoughts are racing. It is amazing how many things you can think of in an instant in moments like these.

My mind races to the things that I wish for the most. I wish I had one more chance to talk to Jake. I wish I had the chance to hold my baby, and tell her of the happiness that she brought to our world. I think of all of the things that I had planned to do, so many things that the two of us had planned for our future.

I can still picture us smiling and laughing, holding her in our arms, a perfect thing with his blue eyes and my blonde hair. For one... two... three seconds, I smile, swept away to this place and time that will never be.

Then I am back in reality with a sweaty, sputtering, angry man looming over me. He has trapped me under his hips and has exhausted himself. Taking a quick break, he is ready to act again. His hands raise above his head ready to plunge the shard in, take my life and the life of my child. I take a deep breath and lock my jaw. I will not give him the satisfaction of seeing my sadness. or my fear. He will not get the reaction that he is looking for.

I can feel blood pooling around my body, it is sticky and thick. It smells of iron and stings my nose. I am growing cold and the world seems to dim. I will not last much longer. I can hear rustling outside the bedroom. The police are working to clear each room. Of course, I picked the room farthest away from the front door.

People are yelling at him, begging him to make the right choice, but he refuses to put down the weapon or turn to face them. He instead lifts his arms a little higher. He is going to be caught, but not before he does what he came here to do. In his mind, he would rather perish than give up this revenge. I see the smile on his face and a last twitch of delight. At the same instant, I hear a gunshot and I feel the weight of his body land on me.

A flurry of activity overwhelms this small bathroom. People are rushing in, EMTs I think. One of them throws his body off of me and begins checking out my injuries. I hear another one talking, assuring their partner that my blood pressure is faint, but I should make it if they can stop the bleeding. I am fading in and out, but hear snippets of their conversation something about multiple stab wounds and lots of blood loss.

I want to cry, to think about Jake. Is he alive? Am I going to live? What about the baby? I am trapped here, too weak to move, barely able to speak, worried that I have lost both of my loves in one night. I have to think that Jake is alive and will find me. I will hold on to that. He will always find me. If not on this Earth then on the other side.

I turn my head to see George's cold, dead eyes. I lose it. All of the fear and the panic that I refused to let him see flows out of me. The sound is primal and ear-piercing. "BABY!! MY BABY!" I scream. My voice is so loud and panicked that I don't recognize it.

I feel the pause of the EMT' taking care of me. Their hands are still moving, they are still doing the best work they can, but there are no words, Finally, a kind man, the one who reached me first, speaks softly to me.

"Ma'am, let's get you to the hosp...."

"MC? Where is she? I am her husband let me through." He pushes all of the policemen aside in a mad dash to reach me. His voice is as frantic as mine had been. He finally reaches my side and I can see the devastation and panic in his face. Tears flow freely down his face as he kneels beside me and grabs my face in his hands. "Baby, I am so sorry for not being here. I am so sorry that this happened, but I am here now and we will get through this together. Please hang in there for me. Please don't leave me, you can't leave me. I am nothing without you. I love you."

I whisper now, as the EMTs are loading me on a stretcher, "Is the baby ok?" I search Jake's eyes to find the answer that I had been fearing. He shakes his head, unable to speak the words.

Then I hear a howling cry, one from the depths of the soul. It is mine. I have failed to protect her. She will never feel the sun on her skin, never feel joy, never get to laugh or cry or become something wonderful. I will never get to hold her in my arms and smell her sweet baby smell. I will never get to watch her grow or watch her get married.

The world around me falls apart. Everything dims. Words are just noise. I feel Jake's hand in mine. I know he is there, but that is all. He is all that I know at this moment.

I understand that I have been placed in an ambulance and that Jake won't leave my side. I know that I have lost a lot of blood and that the damage he has done to me has been extensive. I know that I am not out of the woods yet and that I have to be strong for Jake. He can not lose us both to this psycho. I will not let George win by allowing his cruel acts to cause Jake to kill himself with the guilt of this morning.

Part of me knows that I will never be the same and that today, part of me has died. A part that will never recover. I hope that I am wrong, I hope that I can find a way to move past all of this. Maybe with Jake we can get through it together, but even as I think this it seems impossible.

there is a small part of myself, hidden in the back of my psyche that does want to blame Jake for leaving. It is easier to deal with loss if you have someone to blame. I can blame George, but it isn't enough. It doesn't reach the depth of my grief. If Jake hadn't gone then maybe the baby.... but that isn't the truth. Even if he had been there, there is no way of knowing that things would have turned out any differently. Jake did what he thought he should. He left to keep us safe. He thought his life would be a sacrifice for ours. How could I hold that against him? I did the best that I could and she still died. I thought of my baby at every moment and I did what I could to slow him down. Our baby died at the hands of an evil man. She was the victim of his hatred.

My thoughts begin to fade and I feel outside of myself. I hear the heart monitor begin to beep and the world goes black...

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When I wake, I smell antiseptic and stale air. I crack one eye open to fluorescent lights that are nearly blinding. Tubes and machines are hooked up to me. Monitors beep and whir, their mechanical sound refusing to ease the throbbing in my head. There is no quiet, no rest, and I am exhausted though I feel stiff as if I have been in this bed for a while. My bones ache. I try to lift my arms. They feel like boulders.

I can feel Jake's hand in mine and I know that he hasn't left my side. His head is leaning back on the world's most uncomfortable chair and his eyes are closed. His hair is a tousled mess from what I assume must be from the many times he has run his fingers through it out of worry and guilt. It looks as though he hasn't slept or eaten in days. He looks thin and pale and hollow somehow.

This process of healing and forgiveness will be hard for him and I know that we have to work through this together. That is the only chance we have to find some happiness, even if it is less than it was. Even if that happiness will never match what we had before George returned to our lives.

My hand moves to my stomach. I wince when I touch it, both from the wound and the absence of the baby. Tears begin to flow, ones that I can't hold back. I try to keep the sobbing quiet, I don't want to wake Jake, but the pain of a mother who has lost her child is impossibly painful and the grief can not be silenced.

He hears me and wakes. "Love," he whispers and stands up next to the bed. He brushes the loose hairs off of my face and kisses my head. We both know that no words can soothe the pain. He holds me and rubs my back while I cry. I can hear him mumble words of love intermingled with apologies and regret.

"Baby," he whispers, " I am here. I love you. I wish that all of this... I am so glad that you woke up. I was so afraid that I had lost you too. I don't know what I would do without you... I am so so sorry that I left you."

His eyes drift lower, and he notices my hand resting on my stomach.

"I am so sorry," he repeats. His eyes tear away from mine and he looks at the floor. "I should have protected you both. I should have been there. She would be alive if I had made a different choice."

The tears begin to flow down his cheeks as well. He loved that baby as much as I did. I know that the pain is equally unbearable for him.

I try to speak but my throat is dry, too dry. How long have I been asleep?

"Hang on, Love," he says handing me a glass of water with a straw. He holds it while I drink. "It has been a while since you have spoken. The doctors say that you may have a very sore throat, they just removed the tube yesterday?"

I squint in confusion.

"Love, you have been asleep for three weeks." He answers solemnly.

Three weeks? How is that possible?

"That vile man did a great deal of damage to your beautiful body. Do you have any idea how strong you are? Any idea how brave? Most people could not have survived the things you have." He touches my face gently as if I might break, scanning my eyes with his as if he is trying to read my thoughts. "Do you have any idea how much I need you? We lost the baby. It is my fault. I should have been there. I should have predicted his movements. I left you there with no protection. You stood up to him for a long time. You protected the baby courageously, he was just too full of hatred. The police and I were just seconds too late. I can never forgive..." His eyes lower to the ground and I put my hand on his cheek.

I hope that Jake can see that I don't blame him, that it will do no good for either of us to live in guilt. I hope he can see that I don't feel as though there is anything that needs to be forgiven. He did his best to protect our family. He left for all of the right reasons. There will not be a lifetime of suffering for Jake as that cruel monster wished. I could never hold this against him. He was willing to sacrifice everything. A vengeful and horrible serpent took advantage of that fact.

I stare into his eyes making sure that we are linked in this way. "This is not your fault. She was a gift even though we had her for such a short time. The hope that she gave us, the joy that we felt when we planned for her, was a treasure. I will probably always ache to hold her and I will miss her every day, but neither of us can take the blame. This is George's fault and his alone. I will hate him until the day I die. I only wish he had suffered more in the end." My words are weak and my voice is scratchy, but he needs to know how I feel.

"I love you with just as much emotion and just as deeply as I despise him," Jake responds with a sad smile. He nods as if emboldened by his words. "It won't be easy and the longing for our sweet girl won't disappear, but we can hold on tight to each other on the hardest days. I believe that we can get through this together. Our love is strong enough though, right now, the pain is so big..."

"I love you, Jake," I interrupt making sure he knows that I can hear his heart.

He raises his face to meet my eyes. "And love is not enough to describe my feelings for you." He puts his hand on my stomach, the way he had done before the attack. His face mimics the feelings of my heart, it is full of deep grief and longing for a baby that he can never hold.

"We buried her, you know, Jessy and Dan and I, in the cemetery that looks over the river. We can have a service when you feel up to it. She has a spot overlooking the water, where the geese fly and the animals find refreshment. It is a beautiful place, one that I plan on visiting many times. I hope that you will come with me. It may help our healing and our hearts. One thing though, that I left completely up to her mama, I didn't name her. I needed to wait for you to do that. We can engrave the headstone as soon as you pick out the name.

"Hope Joy Donfort," I say confidently, "for all of the things that she brought to our life and for all of the things that we will have again one day."

He is crying again and holding me as tightly as he can while avoiding all of the tubes and machines. One hand remains on my stomach, holding onto the last thoughts of our child. There is comfort in his arms for both of us, comfort in the collective grief. I can't do this alone, he can't either. It will be a long journey, but we will make it. I have to make it for him. There will be dark times, but we can find the light we need in our love.

He looks at me once the tears have subsided a little, and kisses me softly on the lips.

"We will grieve together," I assure him. "We will weep and mourn. We will continue to feel deep loss, but we will also feel the comfort of each other's arms. One day, the sun will start to shine again and we will regain our hope and our joy, just as she would have wanted."

The nurses and doctors rush in, forcing Jake back to his chair and out of the way of their assessments and tests. I am left only with my thoughts. George may have succeeded in his plan to make Jake suffer, but he did not destroy Jake. George injured him, but the pain wasn't the devastation that he desired. Jake hasn't lost himself and he is not destroyed entirely because we have a love that is strong enough to carry us through all of this.

For the time being, in the midst of the pain and the sadness, I am grateful for that love. We can move on to live a life filled with abiding love and joy that comes in quiet places. There is a hope that we carry in our hearts. One that no one can take away from us.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

an inconvenient stabbing

Read on Ao3

Warnings: stabbing, blood loss

Pairings: live show court judges squad are actually best friends change my mind

Word Count: 2714

Spending long hours working at the Supreme Court isn't anything new for Judge Oh, and neither is going out for an emergency food run when she realizes she's missed dinner.

It is, however, the first time she sees someone about to be assaulted. She can't just sit back and watch.

Here’s what they don’t tell you about being stabbed. You don’t actually feel like you’ve been stabbed until you put your hand to the wound and it comes away red.

When the man slams his fist into Jinjoo’s side, her first thought is that she’s been punched. It knocks the wind out of her, sending her staggering slightly into the person next to her. She bares her teeth, snarls at them to know better than to try again as she shields the actual target. The man’s eyes widen as he turns tail, leaving the person behind her to stammer out her thanks.

“It’s alright, now,” Jinjoo says, “get somewhere safe, there might be more of them.”

“Thank you, Judge Oh, I will, thank you—“

“Hurry, inside now.” Jinjoo looks over her shoulder at the retreating man and quickly glances around. She can’t see anyone else; the worst of the danger appears to be past.

She raises a hand to her brow and brushes her hair back from her forehead. That’s funny, it’s more damp than she expected. She looks at her hand and her eyes widen.

She glances down. The front of her shirt is slightly sticking to her, a patch of red growing larger and larger.

Oh, she manages faintly, I’ve been stabbed.

As soon as she puts the pieces together, it starts to hurt. She winces, leaning against the wall as she covers it with her hand and pushes hard. Pressure, that’s how she won’t bleed out. The extra sensation makes her hiss through her teeth.

She’s not too far from the Supreme Court, she could make it there. Really, what she should do is call someone. Yes, that’s a good idea, let’s try that. She reaches for her phone only to find it dead. Well, there are probably many people between here and there, she can ask one of them for help.

The pain doesn’t lessen as she pushes herself off the wall and begins the trek to the Supreme Court. She holds her side as tight as she can bear as she walks, keeping the pained grunts as quiet as she can. She can make it.

There isn’t a single person that she can see.

It gets harder. Soon her arms are aching, both from the strain of propping her weight against the wall and from holding her side. She’s stopped trying to hold in the noises, instead they flow freely from her lips. Part of her is glad there aren’t any people around for this mortifying ordeal, the rest desperately wants someone to lean against, even if it’s just for a phone call.

The Supreme Court is still a block away.

By the time the white building makes it into view, she’s wincing with every step and she’s certain she’s never had this much trouble staying upright in her life. A sigh of relief tears out of her throat before she realizes that not only does she have to cross the street, there are no walls for her to lean against.

She looks down. Her hand is bloody, the fabric is rucked up and probably past the point of saving. Even as she stands still, the pain wells up and threatens to take her breath away. She looks back up.

She could wait here. Someone is bound to come at some point. But she’s so close and the call of her office where she has a charger and her other phone is louder than the pain.

Jinjoo raises her chin and pushes off the wall.

The first step she takes is fine. The second is a little harder. She’s gritting her teeth and swaying by the time she makes it to the middle of the road. The crosswalk sways under her feet like a bridge, threatening to dump her into the icy, unforgiving waters either side. She sways, staggers, tries valiantly to keep herself afloat.

The crossing is trailed in blood.

She wants to collapse to her knees the moment she reaches the other side, but the second her head inclines, she almost blacks out. No rest, then, not until she’s finished. She’s barely putting pressure on the wound anymore but she staggers to the door.

It feels like a horror movie. The white looms in front of her, unnaturally sterile, inhumanly cold. Jinjoo staggers closer, closer, until she can get her shoulder against the door and leave it open. She leaves a bloody smear across the threshold and feels a wall of shame rush over her. If she had blood to spare, she’s sure her face would be red.

What right does she have, she seethes quietly as she drags herself through the building, to sully this place with her blood? She’s poured herself into her work, into the spirit of this building, but now that her tracks are bright red against the polished floors…

She doesn’t have the strength to sob.

Her office. She has to make it to her office. That’s where she can collapse. There’s a couch here. It will be soft. She knows how to clean a couch. She can get there.

Her grip slackens.

She just has to get there.

How much blood has she lost? It hurts. Why wasn’t there anyone outside? Why isn’t there anyone here?

“Where,” she slurs, listing terribly from side to side, “where did everybody go?”

Footsteps. Oh. Someone is coming. She hopes she doesn’t bleed all over them.

She looks up and sees Judge Kim and Judge Kang walking into the room. Oh. She thought they’d gone home already. They spot her and Judge Kim yells her name. She hopes they aren’t angry that she’s gotten blood on the floor. But then he’s rushing over to her and his face is pale and he looks scared.

He pulls her hand away and his eyes widen at the sight of the wound. He looks back up at her in horror.

“Kit in our office,” she manages, “my phone died and I—“

“We have to hurry,” he says, cutting her off and swooping under her free arm, “I’ve got you.”

She’s lurched forward with new speed and struggles to keep up. Judge Kim’s grip on her is careful, her arm held around his shoulders and he barks something at Judge Kang as they get across the room. She opens her mouth to apologize when there’s another arm around her waist, holding her upright and a hand pressed hard over hers.

“Stay with us,” Judge Kang says, “we’re almost there.”

She can make it. Her legs won’t move as fast as theirs and they’re just too tall for this to be comfortable, but she’s rushed through the door and up to their office and then Judge Kim is dropping her arm and all but ripping off his scarf as Judge Kang lies her down on the couch.

She winces as he balls up the scarf and presses it hard to the wound, mumbling out an apology only for Judge Kim to scoff.

“It’s just a scarf, Jinjoo, it’s fine.” He sets the kit on the coffee table and rifles through it frantically. “I don’t know if we’ve got enough in here.”

“Even if you did, you can’t do anything until the wound stops bleeding,” Judge Kang says sharply, pressing harder, “and she’ll need a doctor.”

“There’s a panic button downstairs,” Judge Kim says, “that’ll get them here the fastest.”

Oh. She didn’t know that. She could have pressed it herself.

“Hey.” She blinks. Judge Kang is looking down at her, leaning his weight on the wound. “Stay with me.”

“Yes, Chief.” She winces when he pushes down harder. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright, I know this must hurt.”

“Thank you,” she manages, “I can’t imagine this is how you expected to spend your evening.”

“Well, I couldn’t leave my Right Associate Judge to bleed out on the floor, could I?”

“I suppose not,” she says, the words twisting something in her chest.

“Besides,” he says almost conspiratorially, “your replacement would almost certainly look like a judge.”

A shaky laugh leaves her as Judge Kang chuckles. It feels surreal; him pressing hard on her stab wound as they share an inside joke. She hadn’t thought about it when she said it, only glancing over to see Judge Kang trying not to laugh. She didn’t think he’d remember.

“Hey,” he calls after a moment, “what is it?”

“Huh?”

“You look like you went somewhere,” he says quietly, “I thought I asked you to stay with me.”

He pushes a little harder on her side as she shakes her head. “It’s nothing.”

“It didn’t look like nothing.”

Jinjoo takes a breath, wincing again at the fresh wave of pain. “I know I was chosen for my looks.”

“Is that what you’re upset about? That you believe the only reason you’re still here is because of your pretty face?”

Now she’s glad she doesn’t have blood to spare to blush that Kang Yohan thinks she has a pretty face.

“As you pointed out, Judge Oh,” he says, “you’re a part of this team too. Not just because of your face, not because of the image you’ve portrayed for the cameras, but because you’re a good judge.”

“…you think so?”

He nods, a small smile on his face. “Though I will say, I have not questioned your judgment until now,” he says, pressing against the wound, “what happened?”

“A woman felt unsafe walking down the road and someone came up and tried to attack her.” She swallows. “I didn’t realize he had a knife or that I had been stabbed.”

Judge Kang blinks. “Did you just say you didn’t realize that you had been stabbed?”

“It didn’t feel like he stabbed me.”

“And what did you imagine being stabbed would feel like?”

“…sharper.” Judge Kang huffs. “It just felt like he punched me!”

“What am I going to do with you two,” he scolds without much real heat behind it, “always running headlong into things without stopping and thinking?”

The bloodless has loosened the filter on her words because she huffs too. “All due respect, sir, but you can talk.”

“Excuse me?”

“You don’t talk to us before you do things,” she mumbles, “and then we can’t help you. You’re supposed to work with us and not run headlong into things either.”

Judge Kang watches her carefully for a moment. Jinjoo worries she’s gone too far, some part of her worries he’ll leave, then another smile comes to his face.

“Let’s make a deal,” he says, adjusting his pressure on her side, “you don’t put yourself in a situation that will result in you being stabbed, and I will start talking to you two more about the trials on a regular basis, hmm?”

“You have to include us in your plans.” He raises an eyebrow. “You talking about the trial could just be going over what we already know. That won’t solve anything.”

“What was that before about you being here only for your looks?”

“That’s the deal.”

Judge Kang looks at her for a moment before he nods. Jinjoo wants something a little more than that and she holds out her hand.

After a moment, he takes it and they shake on it. “You drive a hard bargain, Judge Oh.”

“Mm.” Now that she’s not being distracted by it anymore, though, it’s really starting to hurt. She swallows, closing her eyes and trying to breathe through it. It’s no use.

She hears footsteps coming and Judge Kim rushes back inside. “They’re on their way. Shouldn’t be long now.”

He couches down beside her head and carefully positions it on one of their pillows. She blinks her eyes open and he smiles, his brow still furrowed in concern.

“I got him to agree,” she mumbles just to watch the furrow smooth out a little.

“See? I knew you could do it.”

“You two,” comes Judge Kang’s indignant voice, “were conspiring against me?”

“And it worked, too,” Judge Kim says, “you should have us on your side instead of against you.”

“We shook on it, you can’t take it back now.”

“Such disrespect, the both of you,” Judge Kang grumbles, “who would’ve thought you two would turn out to be so rude? Or is it just because it’s after work hours?”

Jinjoo wants to reply but Judge Kang’s hand shifts and the pain is so sudden it springs tears to her eyes.

“Yah,” Judge Kim scolds, reaching out to brush her tears away, “don’t make her cry!”

“N-no, it’s—it’s just—“

“I can’t let up,” Judge Kang says softly, “I know it hurts, you’re doing well.”

“You’re so brave, Jinjoo,” Judge Kim whispers, “they’re almost here, they’ll know what to do.”

“It hurts,” she manages around a weak sob, “it really hurts.”

“Here.” Judge Kim reaches for the hand closest to him and holds it in his. “Squeeze, it’ll help.”

“You’ll get your hands all bloody,” she mumbles.

“I don’t mind.”

“How come you’re only worried about his hands,” Judge Kang asks, “or am I not worth your concern either?”

It might be a joke, but Jinjoo has lost a lot of blood and there will always be a part of her that hates being scolded in any way.

“I didn’t ask you to,” she says, sounding far too much like a petrified child, “you…you can stop.”

“He didn’t mean it like that,” Judge Kim soothes, sending a sharp look at Judge Kang, “it’s alright.”

“I’m not going to let you bleed out,” he says, softer now, “even if it means blood on my hands.”

But oh, she’s tired now and she doesn’t have the strength to cry and bleed and talk all at the same time. Her hand begins to go limp in Judge Kim’s and everything starts to hurt. Her arms ache from the walk and her legs don’t feel a part of her anymore. She catches sight of Judge Kim’s worried expression as her eyes begin to slip closed.

“Stay awake,” he says, “you have to stay awake.”

“I am awake, I’m just…just resting, I’m tired.”

Judge Kang suddenly pushes harder on her side and her eyes fly open. She stares up at him with a look of betrayal.

“Stay awake,” he says unapologetically, “and I won’t.”

“I’m trying,” she says, only partially in a whine, “but it’s hard when everything hurts.”

“I know, it’s alright, you’re almost there.”

They hear footsteps from outside.

“They’re here,” Judge Kim says, “they’re here, it’s alright, you did it, just stay awake until they get here.”

“Hello? Anyone?”

“In here,” Judge Kang barks, “Judge Oh is hurt.”

The last thing she can clearly feel is Judge Kim squeezing her hand firmly before everything disappears in a whirl of fluorescent lighting and a blur of movement. She must end up at a hospital somehow because she falls asleep with an IV in her arm and the quiet beeping of a heart rate monitor.

When she wakes, a doctor is there and he tells her she was lucky the knife missed everything important. When she tells him what she remembers, he scolds her for not charging her phone but that she’ll be good to go home as soon as he’s checked her stitches.

She’s surprised to see Judge Kim in the waiting area as she walks outside. The smiles and comes over to her, wrapping her arm through his and leading her outside.

“What are you doing here?”

“You got stabbed, Jinjoo,” he says, “I was worried.”

“Did you...you didn’t wait all night, did you?”

“No,” he says to her relief, “but I did tell the hospital to give me a call if anything happened, which nothing did until you woke up”

“Thank you, Judge Kim.”

“You know my name, Jinjoo, you’re allowed to use it.”

“Gaon, then.”

Judge Kim—Gaon smiles and tugs her toward the sunlight. “Come on, let’s get you home so you can change. You and I need to go get a coffee.”

“We do?”

“Yes,” he smiles, “because I have been told that there are inside jokes that I am not allowed to know and so you and I need to come up with our own.”

“Is it weird that I’m happy I didn’t charge my phone?”

“No weirder than anything else that happens around here.”

[onceuponatimeinerebor]

While I do think there are some celebrities out there who are absolutely promoting the idea of being too thin (Ariana Grande, for example) I also think this is missing some key points.

1) Body positivity is about people being able to love their bodies, and to be treated with respect regardless of their size. You don't get to be pro-people loving themselves when it suits your narrative. Fat people deserve love and respect and absolutely should be allowed to be happy with who they are without shame, but wanting to lose weight shouldn't be painted as a bad thing either. It IS your choice and trying to tell people they should feel shitty about it is bad, actually.

2) You can't tote the idea that being too thin is unhealthy while ignoring that obesity is also unhealthy. The science is there for both, despite people denying it. (And it should be said that fat people deserve to be taken seriously about health concerns that aren't just answered with 'lose weight.' That's not what I'm arguing here.) The idea that these ultra-skinny celebrities are influencing young people is a problem, but this is also not the 90s. You can't be on national television telling someone she's too fat anymore. We have more women working in the entertainment industry that fit many different shapes and sizes, along with plenty of influencers who are absolutely not skinny. This isn't the Kate Moss era of 'Kate Winslet is chubby and we're going to all say it with no pushback.' we HAVE progressed farther then that. (Also, should there be more representation for big girls? Yes. But the ultra-thin celebrities are also a minority at the moment, so I don't see it being a crazy trend. At least not right now.)

3) While Ozempic was the original shot celebrities used for weightloss (yes off-label, how many medicines are used) it's not the standard anymore. GLP-1 medication IS specifically for weightloss; that is exactly what it's meant for. It can have other health benefits as well (my sister uses it for her insulin resistance, for example). I'm personally on Wegovey and my blood pressure has gone down and I have more energy and better stamina. I know another girl who was able to get off her blood pressure meds completely and is no longer prediabetic thanks to the weight she's lost on GLP-1. But even if it's used solely to lose weight that shouldn't be a shameful thing. Everyone has a different standard for what they consider their ideal weight; you don't get to say 'respect fat woman unless they want to lose weight than fuck them they're the problem.'

And while I always advocate for celebrities to just be honest about their appearance changes (whether it be a weight loss aid or plastic surgery) taking GLP-1 medication DOES require diet and exercise. It may help you lose some weight without changing much, but you will plateau quickly without putting in any effort. I lost 20 pounds with very few changes, but that's made it easier for me to start exercising, and I no longer think about food 24/7 or crave sweets constantly which is honestly worth it even without the weightloss. Food no longer controls me. I feel better, and I'm happier with the way I look (which is for me, nobody else). That shouldn't be a bad thing.

The research is obviously in the early stages, but there have been links to GLP-1 helping a number of health issues (again, like with insulin or blood pressure). Their can of course also be negatives, like people who don't need the help losing weight getting too underweight to be considered healthy, or people not eating enough protein and that effecting their bone density (usually, again, thinner people who shouldn't be on it to begin with) but all of these potential issues are discussed with you when you get on the medication, just like any other med.

I'm so tired of the hypocrisy of people not judging woman and it being 'their chose' until it's about woman wanting to lose weight. Be fat. Be thin. Who fucking cares it's your body.

"stop commenting on actress's bodies" nah actually I think I will continue to comment on the fact that since the rise of ozempic every second actress looks like she's about to blow away in a strong wind because I lived through heroin chic and normalised eating disorders and insane body expectations the FIRST fucking time and saw the damage it did so I'm personally not going to stay silent and let choice feminism make extreme weight loss "acceptable" just because tiktok has convinced some of yall that any choice a woman makes is Valid just because she's a fucking woman like are you all fucking serious right now

[belalhossainseo]

Tapping and Weight Loss: A Natural Way

Have you ever wondered why some people lose weight easily while others struggle no matter how hard they try? You eat “right,” move more, and maybe even see a little progress—but the weight always comes back.

If that sounds familiar, let me tell you something important: the problem isn’t you. It’s the approach.

Traditional weight loss focuses only on the body—what to eat, how much to burn, when to fast. But real, lasting change happens when you also focus on your emotions, energy, and mind-body connection.

That’s why more and more people are turning to Tapping and Weight Loss as a gentle, effective way to release weight naturally.

And when you combine tapping with reflexology—like in my unique 32-video course—you go beyond surface-level changes. You finally get to the root.

Let’s break it all down, so you can see why this approach is different—and why it actually works when nothing else has.

What Is Tapping (EFT), and How Does It Help With Weight Loss?

Tapping, also known as EFT (Emotional Freedom Technique), is a simple self-help tool where you use your fingertips to tap on specific acupressure points on your face, upper body, and hands.

As you tap, you say out loud how you feel—your stress, your cravings, your fear of failure. It’s not about pretending you’re fine. It’s about being real with your emotions and gently releasing them from your nervous system.

For weight loss, tapping helps with:

Emotional eating

Food cravings

Stress-related weight gain

Self-sabotage

Low motivation

Negative self-image

Think about it: if eating is your way of dealing with stress, sadness, or shame, you can’t fix it with just willpower or portion control. You have to work on the emotional part. That’s where tapping comes in.

But Here’s the Game-Changer: Tapping Isn’t Just for the Face

Most EFT routines only show tapping points on the face and chest. But what if I told you that’s just the beginning?

In my practice, I use reflexology tapping too—tapping on the feet, hands, and ears, where thousands of pressure points connect to every organ in the body.

This isn’t just about calming the mind. It’s about supporting the body: digestion, metabolism, hormones, and energy flow.

That’s what makes my 32-video EFT + Reflexology course so different. It’s a full-body approach to emotional and physical healing.

How Reflexology Makes Tapping More Effective

Reflexology is based on the idea that certain points on your body (especially the feet, hands, and ears) connect to different systems and organs.

By tapping on these reflex zones, you can help:

Stimulate digestion

Balance blood sugar

Calm the adrenals (stress response)

Support the thyroid and metabolism

Improve sleep and energy

Release emotional blocks from deeper parts of the body

Imagine this: Instead of only calming your thoughts, you’re also gently signaling to your liver, pancreas, and gut that it’s okay to relax, heal, and let go.

That’s how tapping and reflexology together support sustainable weight loss—not just a quick fix.

What Makes This 32-Video Course So Unique?

This isn’t another “weight loss program” with rules, restrictions, or willpower challenges. It’s a healing experience that helps your body feel safe enough to let go of what it’s been holding—physically and emotionally.

Inside the course, you’ll find:

✅ Clear video guidance on how to tap correctly on both EFT and reflexology points ✅ Daily routines to address cravings, overeating, stress, shame, and stuck emotions ✅ Specific sequences for digestion, hormone balance, detox, and energy ✅ Short videos (5–10 minutes) you can do anytime, anywhere ✅ No previous experience needed—just an open mind and a willingness to heal

This course is designed to feel good. There’s no pressure. No guilt. Just tools that actually work.

Why People Struggle With Weight—And How Tapping Helps

Here’s something most diet programs never talk about:

Many people hold onto extra weight because their nervous system is in survival mode. When your body thinks you're in danger (from stress, trauma, or emotional overload), it tries to protect you—by holding on to fat, especially around the belly.

Even if you’re eating healthy, your body won’t release weight if it doesn’t feel safe.

Tapping and reflexology work by calming that stress response and helping your body shift into a healing state. When that happens, weight loss becomes easier and more natural.

This Is for You If…

You’ve tried every diet and nothing sticks

You emotionally eat and can’t stop the pattern

You feel shame or guilt about your body

You want a kind, natural way to lose weight

You’re ready to stop fighting yourself and start healing

You don’t need more discipline. You need the right support for your body and mind.

Real Stories, Real Change

Many people who go through this course say they feel:

Lighter—not just physically, but emotionally

More in control of their cravings

Calmer in their day-to-day life

More connected to their body

Finally free from the guilt, shame, and frustration

This isn’t magic—it’s mind-body science. It’s just not the kind most weight loss programs talk about.

Final Thoughts: It’s Time to Tap Into Real Healing

If you’ve been trying to lose weight and nothing works… If you feel like something’s blocking you but you can’t name it… If you’re ready for a loving, holistic approach that heals what diets can’t…

Then this 32-video tapping and reflexology course is here for you.

It’s time to stop blaming yourself. It’s time to stop punishing your body. It’s time to heal.

Tap your way to balance, peace, and real transformation—because you deserve to feel good in your body.

[thevalleyofpeace]

i re-read on earth you are briefly gorgeous last night bc i didnt want to go to bed. i wanted to write something similar to maybe find the same sort of i guess symphony of grace and a requiem of loss ocean vuong does in like capturing beauty in its most fleeting and tragic form but relating to j how torn i am rn w my family. this was tough write and ill probably delete it but it helped.

'mourning the mother i never knew'

the first time i understood that i was watching my mother die was when she flinched at me. not my words, not my hands—just me. my presence. the space i occupied in front of her. the body that had once belonged to a child she could scold or guide or touch had transfigured into something unpredictable, something she feared. and that fear rewrote history, scraped out old narratives, flattened our past into a version where i had always been the looming shadow instead of the little boy with outstretched arms. my mother was not my mother anymore. and so, i was not me.

it starts earlier than that, of course. everything does. it starts with my father’s voice slamming through the house like a body thrown against a wall. it starts with the way my mother folds into herself, hands curling like burnt paper. it starts with knowing that you are nothing but a witness, a bystander with a front-row seat to something ancient, something coded into the bones of the house itself. it starts with helplessness. and then it starts again.

mosul breeds men like him, or so i’ve been told. the city is older than anyone’s sorrow, older than the concept of nations, older than the word 'father.' something about that place congeals in the blood, makes it thick with inheritance. greed. control. a man must rule his house because if he does not, then what is he? my father rules with his fists, his voice, the silence that comes after. his laws are carved into my mother’s back like commandments. she, an angel forced into servitude. a martyr to a war that never needed a battlefield.

she had a spirit once. i know this the way i know extinct animals existed—i have seen the bones, the shadows they left behind. she used to snap back, to push me away when i was too much, to exist as something independent, something with weight. she worked herself raw to build something for me. and now, she is brittle. a thing that cracks and crumbles under even the softest pressures. my irritation, my exhaustion—things that would have once met the heat of her anger—now only summon her apology, her pleading. she is erasing herself in real time, subtracting parts of who she used to be, making herself smaller, more palatable. more survivable.

there is no funeral for this kind of loss. no ceremony. no gravesite to visit, no epitaph to read. just the quiet horror of knowing that the person you love has already died, and yet they remain, a ghost tethered to the body they used to own.

some nights, when i spring myself suddenly awake, i can feel her having a panic attack, her dry screams for help to the only person around, the perpetrator in the other room. . as i lay back down i just hope my dreams are of her free. i build her a world where she is allowed to live, to be selfish, to exist as something other than a sacrifice. but it is hard to picture. she has been this for so long. i do not know what she looks like when she is not in pain. i do not know if i ever will.

she tells me i am the only thing she has. it is meant to be comforting, a reminder of love, but it sits heavy in my stomach. because i am also the only thing she has to talk to, to offload onto, to mourn herself through. and i have tried, i have tried so hard, but i am tired. there is a weight in my chest that will not move. it pulls me down into myself, makes me smaller, makes me quiet. makes me alone.

there is a certain kind of silence that happens when you live like this. it is not peace. it is not rest. it is the absence of something, a vacuum where there should be life. it is a house where people move like ghosts, where love is tangled up in pain so thoroughly that you cannot pull them apart. it is watching someone break every day and knowing you cannot put them back together.

it is mourning someone who is still here, or at least the version i know.

and if she is gone, then who am i? what does it mean to be someone’s only solace when that solace is never enough? i do not think i am alive, not in the way people are meant to be. i exist. i take up space. but i do not know if i am living, if i ever have. and maybe that is what scares me most.

maybe i am already dead, too, like her...

[decadentkingdomdefendor]

How Chronic Dehydration Contributes to Fatigue and Headaches

Introduction: Dehydration is an instance where the body loses more water than it assimilates, which in turn affects the smooth functioning of the body. Despite the general misconception that dehydration is a minor illness, chronic dehydration can cause many more destructive impacts on health if left unchecked for a long period. Among these symptoms, there are two symptoms that are experienced most often, namely fatigue and headaches. These symptoms are painful but may also affect one's life, productivity, and general well-being. Understanding how chronic dehydration leads to these issues will have to come from an examination of how the body physiologically responds to inadequate hydration, including water balance, brain activity, and energy. READ ALSO: THE IMPACT OF SARCOPENIA AND OSTEOSARCOPENIC OBESITY ON AGING AND MORTALITY

Role of Water in Body

Water is nearly indispensable to nearly every activity inside the human body. It makes up 60% of an adult's body weight. It helps maintain the body temperature and allows it to carry nutrients in the body through digestion, waste removal, and other physiological processes. Through cellular activities, water absorbs oxygen and nutrients into tissues and removes toxins out of the body. All of these get disordered when there is dehydration of the body leading to physical as well as mental fatigue.

Dehydration and Fatigue: the Energy Drain

Chronic dehydration instantly impacts the body's energy. Cellular function and efficiency will be decreased immediately. A dehydrated cell cannot work up to its capacity because it does not have the 'water' required to perform other functions such as nutrient assimilation and waste excretion. The production of energy in the body reduces, and thus this feeling of tiredness, slowness, and overall lethargy.

Further, dehydration leads the body to its decreased blood volume. Such diminished volume results in the heart putting more pressure when pumping the blood, thereby eventually increasing heartbeats. Hence, more body strain results because of which working out can make one feel harder. Reduced volume of blood; inefficient transport and increased body burden on the cardio-vascular circuit all combine as a factor responsible for this type of fatigue.

The brain is also affected; it is an organ highly sensitive to changes in water levels. It makes up almost 75% of water, and if the hydration level comes down in a human body, the function of the brain is affected. The focus and alertness in the brain are decreased, leading to less concentration and a feeling of mental fatigue. Therefore, this form of mental exhaustion is often observed among chronically dehydrated patients who often unconsciously forget that lack of water causes such symptoms.

Dehydration and Headache: The Effect on the Brain

Headaches represent the other chronic dehydration symptom. The brain can only be preserved in a perfectly spherical shape along with the smooth functioning only under high hydration. When a dehydrated condition is prevalent throughout the body, fluid loss induces shrinking the brain, thereby reaching pain receptors around the brain leading to initiating headache. Additionally, in a situation of dehydration, the volumes reaching the brain lessen, bringing limited blood and less oxygen supply towards the brain will intensify headaches.

The dehydration headache can feel dull and throbbing or it can feel very different for everyone. The dehydration headache acts most importantly not only as an alert that someone's hydration has depleted but also as an indication the body is in stress from loss of resources. Chronic dehydration causes headaches to recur more often, intensify over time, and sometimes impair your ability to concentrate and even get much done at work.

In addition to the changes of the architectural structures of the head, the electrolytes-the sodium and potassium levels-will go down. These are crucial as they will ensure that the body fluids remain balanced for the body and normalize the function of the nerves. From dehydration, such reduced levels of such electrolytes reduce the nerve functions resulting in causing one headaches and other muscle cramps.

The Cycle of Dehydration Leading to Fatigue Causing Headaches

Dehydration, fatigue, and headaches interlink into one another. Whenever the body becomes dehydrated, it tends to be weary, leading the person to possibly not be energized enough to be active or drink fluids to replenish his body. As a result, the increased sedentary feeling enhances exhaustion. Moreover, poor sleep brought by chronic headaches is a risk to increase fatigue levels, therefore making the effect of dehydration more aggressive.

More people with chronic dehydration become addicted to the use of caffeinated drinks, which may act as a diuretic and contribute to further loss of fluids; thus, one enters an unending cycle of dehydration, sleepiness, and headache.

Prevention and Treatment of Chronic Dehydration

The only antidote to such a cycle occurring is always being well hydrated. The average recommendation of eight glasses of water a day can be a good starting point, but individual water needs can vary by climate, activity level, and overall health. It helps to ensure hydration levels are maintained throughout the day and to note when dehydration symptoms like dry mouth, dark yellow urine, and fatigue occur to avoid them.

Other than pure water consumption, there are high-water content foods like fruits and vegetables, which will provide hydration. Patients with chronic dehydration will be helped by reminders of regular water intake, especially during busy or stressful days. Chronic dehydration is significantly linked to causing fatigue and headaches through impairing the function of the brain, decreasing energy levels, and creating a lot of physical strain. The body will always respond better when adequately hydrated, thus minimizing these uncomfortable symptoms while enhancing general health and well-being.

[rue254]



Amiclear Reviews – Proven Ingredients That Work or Honest Customer Scam Alert?

September 22, 2023 1:30 am

Alright, let’s talk about something we all need but rarely discuss—keeping our blood sugar levels in check. You see, having balanced blood sugar levels is super important; it’s like having a good buddy that’s got your back, helping you avoid a whole lot of health troubles down the road, such as diabetes.

So, how does one keep these levels in check? That’s where blood sugar optimizers come in handy! They are like your friendly neighborhood superheroes, helping you keep your blood sugar levels right where they need to be, preventing those pesky spikes that can lead to more serious health conditions, and giving you that extra pep in your step to boot!

When we eat, our body turns the food into sugar, which our bodies use for energy—pretty cool, right? But, sometimes, our blood sugar can start doing its own thing, going too high or too low, which can create some real problems. When it gets too high, that’s when diabetes can enter the scene, and trust me, that’s something we all want to avoid.

To keep everything running smoothly, it’s crucial to eat right, get moving, and sometimes, take some quality supplements or medications. It’s all about living a balanced life and keeping everything in harmony.

Now, let’s get to the good stuff. We’re going to chat about Amiclear, a blood sugar optimizer that’s been getting some buzz lately. It promises to help manage diabetes and its side effects, allowing us to live our lives without constantly worrying about our blood sugar. And, because we know how important it is to get the real scoop, we’ll dive into some Amiclear reviews to see what people are saying.

So, are you ready to embark on this journey and discover if Amiclear could be the right fit for you? Let’s jump in and find out together!

Okay, let’s dive a bit into what we know as diabetes. It’s when our body is like, “Nope, I can’t deal with sugar right now,” and it starts building up in our blood. We need this sugar, glucose, to give energy to our cells, muscles, brain—basically, it keeps us going! But too much of anything isn’t cool, right?



So, there are three main types of diabetes. Type 1 usually happens in kids, Type 2 is more common in adults, and then there’s one that can occur during pregnancy called gestational diabetes. You might have diabetes if you’re always thirsty, running to the bathroom, losing weight without trying, feeling exhausted, getting annoyed easily, seeing blurry, or if your cuts aren’t healing normally.

But why do people get diabetes? A few reasons actually:

If your family has a history of Type 1, you might get it too.

Carrying extra weight increases the risk.

Even your race or ethnicity can play a part.

And if we don’t handle it well, diabetes can throw a lot of complications our way like heart issues, nerve damage, kidney problems, eye damage, and other annoying stuff.

Now, managing diabetes isn’t about finding a miracle cure—it’s about lifestyle changes:

Eat balanced, with plenty of fibers and less fats and calories. Getting advice from a dietitian on what to eat can be a game-changer!

Moving around is key. Aim for 30 minutes of activity most days of the week.

Losing extra weight can really help, especially since being overweight is a big diabetes trigger. Eating right and staying active will help keep those pounds off!

Basic Info- Amiclear

Name: Amiclear

Appearance: Simple to consume liquid

Made By: Jeffrey Mitchell

Category: Sugar supplement

Key Ingredients: Guarana, African Mango, Maca Root, Grape Seeds, Astragalus, Gymnema, Ginseng, and Coleus

Expected Health Benefits:

Stimulate healthy fat-burning metabolism effectively

Significantly boost your energy levels

Optimize glucose metabolism processes

Decrease blood sugar levels and ensure healthy blood flow

Enhance overall metabolic activity to support weight loss

Support healthy blood pressure levels

Reduce sugar absorption in digestion

Aid in maintaining balanced blood sugar

Quantity Received: Each bottle of Amiclear contains one month’s serving

Usage Direction: Take one full dropper under your tongue.



Production Standards:

Produced using 100% natural ingredients and plant extracts

Free from GMOs, gluten, preservatives, toxins, and other harmful elements

Made in an FDA-approved and GMP-certified facility

A non-habit-forming and side effect-free dietary formula

Cost: Starting from $69 per bottle (Official Website)

Refund Policy: 60-day money-back guarantee

Discovering Amiclear: Is It The Buddy Our Blood Sugar Needs?

So, let me spill some tea about this thing called Amiclear. It’s got this rep for being one of the top blood sugar optimizers out there. People are raving about it! Why, you ask? Well, it’s jam-packed with all-natural goodness. Yep, only the good stuff, aiming to keep our blood sugar levels just right.

People online seem to be really vibing with it, sharing some rad Amiclear reviews. It’s got all these plant-based, non-GMO ingredients, so no weird chemicals, and definitely no getting hooked on it. It’s like a smooth, easy ride for our bodies.

Now, here’s the deal—it’s pretty affordable! Most folks are loving it so much; they’re going for six bottles in one go. I mean, 93% of them! And Amiclear is so chill, they’re like, “Not feeling it? Cool, here’s your money back within 60 days.” Plus, order six bottles, and they’ll toss the shipping fee. They’re all about making us happy and satisfied.

So why the buzz around blood sugar optimizers, and why Amiclear? Keeping our blood sugar on the level is like walking a tightrope; we’ve got to stay balanced to stay healthy. We don’t want to tip over into high or low blood sugar land; that’s where the trouble starts.

Amiclear is like that friend who’s got our back, helping us stay on the straight and narrow, supporting all the other good stuff we’re doing, like eating right and moving our bodies. And let’s face it, we all want to know what we’re putting into our bodies, so props to Amiclear for keeping it real and transparent.

With the whole money-back guarantee and no shipping fees on bulk orders, trying Amiclear is like a no-brainer. They’re pretty confident we’ll dig it. It’s all about us feeling empowered, making choices that are right for our bodies. So diving into Amiclear, reading up on those Amiclear reviews, and making decisions that feel right—that’s the way to go.

Amiclear: Try it now, you won’t be disappointed!

The ingredients in Amiclear that keep it going

So, here we are, talking about Amiclear and its ‘magical’ ingredients. And don’t worry, we’re keeping it plain and simple!

Gymnema Sylvestre: This plant, commonly found in Indian, African, and Australian forests, is known as the “sugar destroyer.” It makes sweet foods taste less appealing for a while and reduces sugar cravings! It’s like having a friendly guard keeping you away from sweets, also helping your body increase insulin and regenerate cells to manage blood sugar levels better. And guess what, it’s been traditionally used to tackle diabetes and malaria!

Maca Root: Hailing from the Peruvian Andes, this root is not just about boosting your energy and mood. It’s like a little health boost in your daily diet, helping improve cognitive abilities and skin health, which is pretty cool! It has been traditionally consumed to relieve symptoms of menopause and increase fertility, mainly as a fermented drink or porridge.

Guarana: This Brazilian plant is like your natural energy drink. Rich in antioxidants, it fights fatigue and improves focus. It’s been a friend to Amazon basin tribes for centuries due to its believed therapeutic benefits. It protects your heart and even has antibacterial properties.

Grape Seed Extract: It’s like a protective shield, reducing tissue damage and inflammation, maintaining uniform blood flow, and strengthening bones. Also, it’s a friend to your liver, helping it stay healthy and function properly.

African Mango: This sweet fruit is a multitasker! It balances blood sugar levels, supplies essential minerals, and helps in weight loss. It’s like having a vitamin C rich friend who cares for your well-being and adds a sweet touch to your diet!

Ginseng: This ancient Chinese herb is like your blood sugar manager, rich in antioxidants, helping manage post-meal blood sugar spikes and increase your body’s insulin production capability. It has two amazing compounds, gintonin and ginsenosides, which have been revered for centuries.

Astragalus: This is your immune booster! It’s been a part of traditional Chinese medicine, known as Huang qi, and is believed to strengthen the immune system, improve heart health, and reduce fatigue. It even helps control blood sugar levels and combat seasonal allergy symptoms.

Coleus: This herb is like your heart’s and blood pressure’s guardian, fighting against related diseases and offering help with various other health conditions such as asthma and obesity, thanks to its compound, Forskolin.

Eleuthero Extract: Also known as Siberian Ginseng, this extract is like your personal trainer, energizing the body and enhancing stamina, focus, and concentration. It has been a potent component in Chinese culture, protecting bones and improving the lymphatic system.

Green Tea Extract: Your affordable wellness buddy! Not just a weight loss aid, but it’s also full of antioxidants, reducing the risk of heart disease and improving cognitive functions. It helps your liver function properly and even keeps your skin glowing.

Capsicum Extract: The colorful vegetable we all know, adding flavors to our food, is also a healer, providing health benefits to skin and heart, and relieving pain from arthritis. It contains capsaicin that brings in all these benefits.

Raspberry Extract: These sweet, delicious berries are more than just a tasty snack. They’re a source of Vitamin C and a guardian to your heart, helping with weight loss and maintaining overall well-being.

Different Amino Acids: As per Amiclear reviews, these are essential! They are like the building blocks, supporting our proteins, skin, and energy levels, providing us with the needed elements like glutamine and arginine.

Monoammonium Glycyrrhizinate: Extracted from licorice, it’s your go-to friend for cold and cough, managing skin inflammation, and allergies. It’s like having a caring friend helping you with the little health nuisances.

GABA: This neurotransmitter is like your calm companion, managing stress and anxiety and ensuring your nervous system is balanced and happy.

Chromium: A crucial mineral that’s like a support system, helping in breaking down fats and carbs, synthesizing cholesterol, and aiding insulin action. It plays a vital role in brain health and glucose breakdown.

Click here to visit the official website for Amiclear >>>

How Amiclear Works – In Simple Words

Alright, let’s break down how Amiclear does its thing – in easy, everyday words.

So, Amiclear has a bunch of different ingredients, each doing something special.

We’ve got Gymnema Sylvestre. It’s like a craving crusher. It makes you not want sweets, helps the body make more insulin, and rebuilds important cells. A lot of folks in the Amiclear reviews seem to love this one!

Next, Maca Root clears out the bad stuff from our bodies, helps us use insulin better, and looks after our livers. Guarana is there too, pepping up our metabolism and helping us keep our weight in check, which is super important for managing blood sugar.

Grape Seed Extract is like a cell guardian, and might even be a buddy to our usual diabetic meds, helping create more healthy cells.

And don’t forget about African Mango. It’s a multitasker – managing blood sugar, looking out for our hearts, and helping us shed extra pounds. Ginseng is a double-duty friend, improving the work of certain cells and breaking down resistance to insulin.

I read in several Amiclear reviews about Astragalus and Coleus. Astragalus helps fix kidney damage, and Coleus is a fighter against many health problems, like heart diseases and symptoms of diabetes.

Capsaicinoids and Eleuthero Extract are the undercover guys, managing blood sugar levels and blocking high glucose production. GABA is cool too, helping rebuild important cells, possibly turning the tables on diabetes.

Lastly, Amino Acids, especially Alanine, are crucial. They help regulate blood sugar, create energy, and help in insulin secretion.

Every ingredient in Amiclear has its own job, working together to keep our blood sugar levels steady and our energy up. From what I’ve seen in Amiclear reviews, it seems like a good pick for anyone wanting to keep an eye on their blood sugar levels.

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Where to buy- Pricing, policies, and more

Okay, let’s make things super simple and chat about how you can get Amiclear, what it costs, and what else you should know!

So, buying Amiclear? It’s super easy—just a few clicks and you’re done! One bottle is $69. But if you want to save some cash, you can go for a 90-day supply where each bottle is $59, costing you $177 total. That’s some good savings right there!

But, if you’re all about saving, the 180-day supply is where it’s at! It’s $49 per bottle, and you get six bottles for $294 total! So, why put it off? Read some Amiclear reviews and grab yours now!

And here’s the cool part—you can try Amiclear for 60 days with a “No Questions Asked 100% Money Back Guarantee.” So, you can try it, see how it works for you and if you don’t love it, you get your money back. Simple as that! It’s about experiencing it for yourself without any worries.

A lot of the Amiclear reviews really value this guarantee. It makes it easier to try, and there’s no stress about losing out. Plus, it shows the folks behind Amiclear really believe in what they’ve created!

Having options to pick from is always great, right? Whether you’re just testing the waters or diving right in, there’s something for everyone. And, you can order it from home—it comes right to your door! No hassle, no fuss.

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Pros and Cons of Amiclear

Pros:

Diverse Ingredients: Amiclear’s formula includes a unique blend of natural ingredients known for their health benefits, addressing various aspects of well-being.

Blood Sugar Management: Many components in Amiclear are traditionally used for managing blood sugar levels, making it suitable for individuals concerned about diabetes.

Weight Management Assistance: Ingredients like Guarana and African Mango can aid in weight loss, addressing a crucial aspect of metabolic health.

Holistic Health Benefits: Beyond blood sugar, Amiclear offers ingredients that assist in areas such as cognitive function, energy levels, and overall mood enhancement.

Money-Back Guarantee: The product comes with a 60-day, no-questions-asked, 100% money-back guarantee, allowing users to try it risk-free.

Cons:

Price Point: The cost per bottle can be relatively high at $69, though purchasing in bulk does offer savings.

Limited Availability: Amiclear is not widely available and may primarily be purchased online, potentially limiting access for some users.

Individual Results May Vary: While the product aims to offer various health benefits, individual physiological differences mean results can vary from person to person.

Potential Interactions: The diverse ingredient list means there is a potential for interactions with other supplements or medications, necessitating caution and consultation with a healthcare professional before use.

Lack of Long-term Studies: There is a need for more extensive, long-term studies to conclusively establish the efficacy and safety of Amiclear’s combination of ingredients.

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Conclusion

Alright, let’s wrap this up! Amiclear surely packs a punch with its diverse ingredients, all well-known for their health benefits. It’s like a friend for people who want to manage their blood sugar levels or just aim for better overall health. The money-back guarantee is like the cherry on top, letting us try it without any worries. If you ask me, it seems worth trying to see if it’s the right fit for you. So, if you’re curious, why not give it a go and see how it works out? Remember, every person is different, so listen to your body and decide accordingly!

FAQ’s

Q: How much does one bottle of Amiclear cost?

One bottle of Amiclear is priced at $69, but you can save more with our 90 or 180-day supply deals!

Q: Can I try Amiclear risk-free?

Absolutely! Amiclear comes with a “No Questions Asked 100% Money Back Guarantee” for 60 days!

Q: Is there a discount for buying in bulk?

Yes! The 180-day supply offers the best value at $49 per bottle, totaling $294 for six bottles.

Q: Are there any Amiclear reviews I can read?

Certainly! There are numerous Amiclear reviews available online to help you make an informed decision.

Q: How can I buy Amiclear?

Getting Amiclear is easy—just a few clicks online and it’s on its way to your door!