#Infection Control Market Share

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Infection Control Market Segment Analysis By Type, End-Use, Region And Forecast Till 2030: Grand View Research Inc.

San Francisco, 13 Dec 2023: The Report Infection Control Market Size, Share & Trends Analysis Report By Type (Equipment, Services, Consumables), By End-use (Hospitals, Medical Device Companies, Clinical Laboratories, Pharmaceutical Companies, Others), By Region, And Segment Forecasts, 2023 – 2030 The global infection control market size is expected to reach USD 359.6 billion by 2030, according…

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Assessing the Size and Scope of Surgical Site Infection Control Market

Market Overview –

Over the projection period of 2022–2030, the surgical site infection control market is projected to grow at a 5.80% CAGR to reach USD 4969.21 million by 2030.

The Post-Surgical Infection Prevention market is gaining momentum as healthcare facilities prioritize patient safety. Surgical site infections pose a significant risk, driving demand for effective control measures. Manufacturers offer a range of products, including antimicrobial dressings and disinfectants, to minimize infection rates. With increasing emphasis on healthcare-associated infection prevention, the market for post surgical infection prevention is poised for steady growth.

The Surgical Site Infection Control Market addresses the prevention and management of infections that occur at surgical sites. Surgical site infections (SSIs) are a significant concern in healthcare settings, leading to prolonged hospital stays, increased healthcare costs, and patient morbidity. Therefore, the market focuses on products and strategies aimed at reducing the incidence of SSIs.

Key drivers of the market include the rising number of surgical procedures globally, increasing awareness about the importance of infection control measures, and stringent regulations mandating infection prevention protocols in healthcare facilities. Additionally, advancements in technology have led to the development of innovative products and techniques for surgical site infection control, further fueling market growth.

The market offers a wide range of products and solutions, including antimicrobial sutures, disinfectants, surgical drapes, and wound care products. These products aim to minimize the risk of bacterial contamination during surgical procedures and promote optimal wound healing.

Furthermore, healthcare facilities are increasingly adopting comprehensive infection control protocols, including preoperative screening, antibiotic prophylaxis, and postoperative surveillance, to mitigate the risk of SSIs. Such measures contribute to the expansion of the surgical site infection control market.

Despite the market's growth potential, challenges such as antibiotic resistance, healthcare-associated infections, and resource constraints in healthcare settings may hinder market growth. Nonetheless, the growing emphasis on patient safety and quality of care is expected to sustain demand for surgical site infection control products and solutions in the foreseeable future.

Segmentation –

The global surgical site infection control market is segmented based on product, procedure, type of infection, end user, and region.

On the basis of product, the market is segmented into manual reprocesses solution, disinfectants, surgical scrubs, surgical drapes, skin preparation solution, medical nonwovens, surgical gloves, and others. The disinfectants are segmented into hand disinfectants and skin disinfectants. On the basis of procedure, the market is segmented into cataract surgery, caesarean section, dental restoration, gastric bypass, and others.  On the type of infection, the market is segmented into superficial incisional SSI, deep incisional SSI organ or space SSI. On the basis of end user, the market is segmented into hospitals and ambulatory surgical centres.

Regional Analysis –

The Surgical Site Infection Control Market demonstrates distinct regional dynamics shaped by factors such as healthcare infrastructure, infection control practices, and regulatory standards. North America leads the market, driven by stringent regulations, advanced healthcare facilities, and a high focus on patient safety. The region witnesses substantial investments in infection prevention measures, including the adoption of advanced technologies and stringent protocols, contributing to a significant market share.

Similarly, Europe portrays a lucrative market landscape, characterized by robust healthcare systems, stringent infection control guidelines, and a proactive approach towards surgical safety. In Asia Pacific, the market is experiencing rapid growth due to increasing surgical procedures, expanding healthcare infrastructure, and rising awareness about the importance of infection control measures. Countries like China and India are driving market expansion with their growing healthcare expenditure and emphasis on improving surgical outcomes. Latin America and the Middle East & Africa regions present opportunities for market growth, propelled by improving healthcare infrastructure and rising investments in infection control measures. However, challenges such as limited access to healthcare resources and variability in healthcare quality may impact market penetration in these regions. Overall, the Surgical Site Infection Control Market displays promising growth prospects across diverse regions, driven by the universal need for effective infection control solutions in surgical settings.

Key Players –

Pharmaceutical Analytical Testing Outsourcing Key players include 3M, Becton Dickinson and Company, Belimed AG, bioMerieux SA, Getinge Group, Johnson & Johnson, Kimberly-Clark Corporation, Sotera Health, Ansell Limited, Steris Corporation, Lac-Mac Limited, Pacon Manufacturing Corp, American Polyfilm Inc., and others.

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Infection Control Market Driven By A Significant Upsurge In Hospital-Acquired Infections Globally

The global infection control market size is expected to reach USD 359.6 billion by 2030, according to a new report by Grand View Research, Inc. The market is expected to register a CAGR of 6.7% from 2022 to 2030. The market is driven by rising concerns with respect to a significant upsurge in hospital-acquired infections globally. This is believed to facilitate greater penetration of infection control products. An influx in the development of new biologics and subsequent demand for sterilized formulations serve as key growth factors for the overall market. Healthcare organizations are focused on implementing strategies for early recognition, reporting, isolation, and surveillance of disease episodes of potential public health concern.

In addition, an increasing number of intensive training modules, for nurses and other medical staff, on infection prevention and control is presumed to provide high potential for extensive usage of infection control products over the coming years. For instance, College of Nurses of Ontario released guidelines concerning standard practices, that is focused on maintaining hand hygiene to reduce contamination and spread of infection. Furthermore, Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) has released guidelines for disinfection and sterilization for efficient usage of infection control products by healthcare personnel in a wide array of healthcare settings such as ambulatory care, home care, hospitals, and others.

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As a consequence of the aforementioned factors, it is presumed that there will be a significant improvement in the overall penetration rate of infection prevention and control products, which is also anticipated to fuel the market demand as well as the revenue to unprecedented heights. The demand for infection control also stemmed from the need to stop the spread of COVID-19. Governments' authorities prescribed guidelines and policies to safeguard public health and prevent cross-contamination. The CDC, and the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services, provide an extensive library of guidelines on basic infection control and prevention, device-associated infections, antibiotic resistance, disease / organism-specific infection, and procedure-associated infections to promote the control of hospital-acquired infections.

Increase in strategic initiatives undertaken by companies including include strategic partnerships, mergers and acquisitions, and product development are further propelling the market growth. For instance, Getinge expanded its partnership with XPO Logistics under which the latter will provide warehousing and transport services from the Netherlands to the EMEA region for the company’s infection control business unit in February 2021.

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The Feast at your Table (Part 1 of 2)

Content: Sexual content (MDNI!), explicit sexual content in next chapter, pining, friends to lovers, food play mentions in this chapter.

Posting some drafts that I've been sitting on for a while. Here goes.

It was official. You had no idea, whatsoever, how deal with your burgeoning attraction to Taishiro Toyomitsu, known to most as the pro-hero Fat Gum.

It wasn't that Taishiro was unapproachable. Quite the opposite. He was the embodiment of comfort, the patron saint of open door policies. There was nobody, out there on the streets he worked so hard to protect, or here within the doors of his agency, that wouldn't trust him with their lives.

Taishiro was kind, effusive, magnanimous and always determined, the kind of man who'd never fail to cheer you up, who'd be the shoulder you could always lean on.

All of which formed the basis for the reasons you couldn't ever let him know how you felt about him. You didn't know when it had started. And by the time you caught it, it was too late, spreading like a rampant infection through your system, weakening you to each and every one of this kind man's habits, gestures and traits.

It wasn't as if heroes were strangers to public attention or people wanting a piece of them. As pro-hero Fat Gum, Taishiro had his fair share of fan mail, propositions and adoring followers. As an employee of his agency, with a quirk that certainly didn't fall under the category of 'flashy' you'd managed to make yourself quietly indispensable over the past year.

It was also why you wouldn't want to pursue anything actively with the man who was essentially your boss. Taishiro was kind to you, as he was to all members of the agency. He'd buy you takeout, make sure to check in on you even with his busy schedule, and even dragged you out of the office at times to have celebratory meals with the team.

There were times when you felt something, perhaps a figment of your sorry, affection-starved imagination, times when you felt his eyes linger on you a moment too long, when his expression would switch from its usual congeniality to something more tender. But you'd studiously brushed away any thought of hidden feelings. On his part, at least. Why would he even look in your direction, anyway?

You certainly weren't anything special. Ordinary you'd always been and ordinary you'd remain. All you had to do was continue being the silent support, the rope that bound this agency together behind the scenes, the one who was always there with the towels, bandages, extra snacks and comforting words, the one who fielded the phone calls and briskly dealt with paperwork nobody else wanted to handle.

On this particular evening, there had been an emergency alert in downtown Esuha City, and Fat Gum along with two of his interns, Kirishima and Amajiki, had been called in to deal with a potential hostage situation. You remained at the office along with the two other employees of the agency, Rei, who handled marketing and publicity and Fukushima who dealt with tech and communications.

It turned out to be a tense evening, fraught with danger, and the added challenge of crowd control, considering how packed the area where the hostage situation occurred had been. By the time everything had been resolved, it was almost 2 am and the ragged heroes, their various sidekicks and interns included, were slowly making their way back to agencies all over the city. The rest of the team had left, packing up and congratulating each other with tired eyes on a job well done.

You remained, however. You wouldn't be able to rest easy without knowing that Taishiro was back safely and had a ready supply of food should he be low on energy. Time ticked by and the elevator pinged with its customary chime. Standing hurriedly at your desk, you breathed a small sigh of relief when Taishiro's bulky form appeared in the doorway to the office.

He'd obviously expended a lot of his fat today, his tall form still bearing a visible protective layer around the middle, the raw brute strength beneath now more evident in the chest and arms. His uniform hung on him. It was dirty and torn in various places, the signature knee pads scuffed and dented. The golden tufts of his unruly hair were streaked with dust and grease. He looked worn down and weary when he came in, but his expression changed to one of surprise and tenderness when he saw you.

You realize that's it's been a while since you've been alone with him. To take your mind off the potential awkwardness your infatuation could induce, you hurry forward and start to warm up some of the food you'd ordered earlier, calling over your shoulder to him.

"I'm glad you're back in one piece. But you look like you need something to eat. I'll have it ready in - "

A large, solid hand on your shoulder cuts off your stream of words.

"Why didn't you go home with the rest?"

"I - well, I was worried."

"About me?"

He huffs out a small laugh, and coming from him, it's never condescending or mocking.

"You never have to worry 'bout me, sweetheart. This ol' body of mine can take a real beating and come out just fine. But hey, I'd never turn down some snacks. Now what ya got for me?"

The endearment rolls so naturally off his tongue, and for a moment, you wonder what he would do if you grabbed his collar and tugged him down towards you. You flush and turn away from him, suddenly very occupied with the pork buns you've been re-heating.

"There's a lot we - I ordered in earlier, because I thought you'd be low on energy. Why don't you go clean up while I handle all of this?"

"Gotcha."

He ambled away, yawning and stretching sore muscles slightly with a groan. He headed to the locker rooms that could be accessed through a door in the hall outside the main office. Normally, you wouldn't hear sounds through the partition so clearly, what with the bustle of the office during the day, but the quiet of night allows you to hear the shuffle of clothes being shed, the water turning on and Taishiro humming tunelessly as he gets in.

Those pork buns just might spontaneously combust under the laser-lit stare you're giving them. If you could just focus on getting this food ready ...

In what feels like too short an interval, you hear Taishiro's slipper-clad feet approaching the office once again. You look up and take him in. He is wearing a simple t-shirt and loose cotton pants, of a size more suited to his current form. He lifts one arm up over his head and his shoulder pops, allowing him to utter a distinctly masculine grunt. The shirt hugs his powerful shoulders and stretches over his abdomen in a way that you find very difficult to look away from. Oblivious, Taishiro approaches, warm eyes gleaming at the spread you've set out for him.

"Well now. You've outdone yourself. You know just what I need, dontcha?"

You hope the shaky laugh you utter doesn't give you away, but then the laugh turns to a yawn and you lift your hand to your mouth in surprise, eyes watering. Taishiro chuckles, but he hasn't touched the food yet and his gaze suddenly holds something warmer, something you hope you're not reading too much into. He reaches across the table and pushes a plate towards you.

"You must be tired too."

"Oh, come on. I've only been here in the office all day. It's just late, that's all."

"Late enough that the rest of the team have gone home hours ago. Now eat what's on your plate."

You pause, chewing on an onigiri.

"Don't worry, I'll just... stay over at the office. We do have the sofa here."

He stares at you, the seriousness of his gaze catching you off guard.

"You're telling me you've slept on the couch before?"

"Um ... "

"That's not okay! If I'd known you'd stayed over when we were out on missions, I would've given you the key to my place. It's only a block from here."

The idea of sleeping in Taishiro's bed, surrounded by sheets that smell of him, on the mattress with the dip in the centre that his body would make, almost shuts your mind down. Luckily, you have the wit to respond.

"You don't have to do that! It's only been ... once or twice, anyway - "

"Once or twice too often. Seriously, I ain't gonna let you sleep on that couch again, princess. Just say the word when you're ready to go and I'll take you over."

Arguing is futile. As accommodating as this man is to each and every request, whether from client or friend, he draws a solid, unwavering line when it comes to certain things. And he won't, absolutely won't, have you take the train home at this time. He even offers to sleep here in the office, if that makes you more comfortable, an option you hastily refuse.

Soon enough, you've both finished the food (the bulk of it having been savoured by Taishiro) and your fingers are tapping against your thigh with the anxiety that has now infested your body as you put on your coat and head out into the street with him. Taishiro has always been a walking furnace, the pleasant heat from his tall form distinct whenever he stands close to you. Proximity to him has never been an issue. His bulk, in his fully fat-protected body, is always taking up space in the office, brushing against you every time he moves past.

His confidence and the manner in which he wore his own skin, with pride and certainty, makes him all the more attractive. Taishiro always welcomes other people into his space, into his protective warmth, and you are lucky enough to fall into that category. He obviously found your spluttering reactions hilarious every time he spread his arms and asked you to 'ride the Fat Taxi'.

As you neared his place, a decent-sized apartment with modest furnishings in a high rise not far from the office, you noticed that he'd fallen uncharacteristically silent.

"Taishiro?"

"Yup?"

"You don't have to have me over, really. I understand if you just want your space and ...  rest after that mission."

He was looking at you now, but your eyes were fixed on the street ahead.

"Told you before. It's no issue at all. You'll be safe at my place, and that's what counts. Plus, I know you. You don't even want to go near the train station. You don't like the cold. Come on now. I know you want that hot cocoa and good ol' fleece blanket."

He wiggled his fingers in what was obviously supposed to be gesture of entrapment. You'd never seen anything less threatening and a laugh burst from your throat.

"Fine. I do want that fleece blanket."

The elevator ride up to his apartment was a strange reversal of roles. Taishiro was the one who now seemed a little on edge, while you were humming slightly, imagining the hot shower and comforting softness of the blankets that awaited you. It was just him. Just Taishiro. Just the man you'd already spent so much your time with. You could handle this. Nothing to worry about.

He unlocked and held the door open for you, hitching up his pants slightly. The fabric was still loose on him, even after the snacks you'd provided. You entered and immediately sighed at the warmth which greeted you. Taishiro came in, toeing off his shoes in the entryway.

"Make yourself at home. There's towels in that cupboard, middle shelf, if you need them. The bathroom is that way."

It was common knowledge that Taishiro preferred to wash off the grime of his missions at the agency showers instead of his own bathroom. You supposed that it was something to do with the desire of many heroes to create a separation between the peace of home and the slog of hero work. All the same, you couldn't help but admire the relaxing, muted colors and panel work in the bathroom, the tub huge enough to accommodate someone of Taishiro's height and bulk, with space left over.

Locking the door behind you, you unzipped the small carry bag you always packed in case of having to stay overnight at the agency. It contained a simple silk shift and shorts, a change of underwear and some toiletries. Outside, you could hear Taishiro moving around in the lounge and kitchen, pots and pans clanking. He dropped something with a loud clatter and you heard him mumbling softly.

You ran a bath, scrubbed yourself clean and got into the tub, thinking carefully over his behaviour since you had arrived. There was something different than usual. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he was nervous. Surely not? How many times had the two of you worked long hours together, spending almost every day enmeshed in each other's company when he was at the office? All the same...

Standing, you dried yourself off and dressed in your sleep clothes. Suddenly feeling a little self conscious at how much the sheer shirt and shorts revealed, you slung your cardigan over them, slowly opening the door and heading out.

The scent of burning came from the kitchen. Worried, you hurried over. Taishiro was very proficient at cooking, so it was surprising for you to see him like this, waving his hands through the smoke that permeated the air, coughing slightly. The blackened remains of what looked like pancakes lay curled and shriveled at the bottom of a pan. Taishiro looked up to meet your concerned gaze and froze, one large hand coming up to sheepishly scratch the back of his head.

"Ahhh ... sorry about this. I was just ... making pancakes and ... yeah. I guess I wasn't watching them closely enough, ya know?"

You stepped slowly towards him, as if approaching a skittish animal. You'd never had this issue with him before.

"Are you okay? Was it ... something that happened on the mission today? You seem out of sorts."

Placing a hand on his arm, all earlier hesitation forgotten in the warmth you felt for this man, you couldn't help how your body gravitated to be closer to him. He had always been the one to surround everyone with his reassuring presence, his natural charisma buoying up your spirits. Surely, this was one thing you could offer him in return.

"Why don't you go sit, Taishiro. I can handle the pancakes."

For once, you were met with silence as Taishiro looked down at your hand. His gaze travelled along your wrist, lingering on the button-down front of your cardigan, held together over the shift beneath. There was a gentle fire burning in that glance that you could in no way explain through platonic means. The warmth of his regard was removed from your person as quickly as it had arrived. You plucked away your hand from his arm and his shoulders sagged a little.

"It ain't that. The mission went well. I just - I'm - "

He raised a hand and swept it back through his hair, tousling the golden strands even further, before turning to you.

"Ah, it doesn't matter. It's 3 am and you ain't even in bed yet. That's a crime."

"Not until you talk to me."

Determination was straightening your posture, allowing you to look him in the eye without any of the usual nerves that plagued you in his presence.

"I - c'mon sweetheart." The word rolled out differently on his tongue, wrapped in the sort of hushed intimacy reserved for lovers. "I can't ... don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything- "

"You could never make me feel uncomfortable."

"Well ... it's just that ... I've never had you over before. Like this, I mean. It's just a little ... you know."

Oh. Oh.

The simple fact that he felt this way, that the implication of being alone with you at his apartment carried the same weight for him as it did for you ...

Something in your expression must have changed because he was hastily waving his hands and attempting some form of what he must have thought of as damage control.

"I mean, it ain't every day that you come over here. And sure, I'm a pro-hero and all, but ... " he paused to chuckle ruefully, "I guess I'm just like the average guy when it comes to having a ... lovely lady like you over. I just ... was wondering if being here was okay for you. I wasn't being pushy or anything, I just wanted you to be safe."

"Taishiro."

Your voice was soft, some part of the slow, steady creep of passion you kept hidden from him on a daily basis filtering through. You couldn't help yourself.

"Taishiro, I was ... also a little nervous to come over here. Not because I don't trust you. I trust you with my life. You know that. It's more... to do with the same reason you're ... feeling the way you are now."

There. You'd gone and said it. You'd finally let him know some small part of what you felt for him. He was staring at you with his mouth slightly open. Something about how ridiculous this situation was, two grown adults behaving like hormonal teenagers simply because they were under the same roof and feeling attraction to one another, snapped you back to some form of reality.

You covered your mouth and looked down. Taishiro raised an eyebrow.

"Are you giggling?"

"What? I don't giggle."

"Oh yeah you do. When you think nobody's looking."

"So you're watching that closely?"

He glanced down at the pan and prodded at the burnt remains of the pancake. He was also smiling now.

"Ahh ... okay, yeah. Most times. Can't help it."

"I see. Now do you want help with those pancakes or not?"

"On one condition."

"What's that?"

"That thin little sweater you have on ain't gonna do the job in this cold. I got some warmer stuff in my closet. Go choose something and then you can help me."

Seeing that he had finally regained a semblance of his usual hearty confidence, you smiled and did as he asked. You'd never seen the interior of Taishiro's bedroom before. The decor was simple, with plenty of room to accommodate him moving around. The bed looked custom made, reinforced and sturdy, a huge mattress cushioning the top.

Hastily looking away, you approached the built-in closet against the right wall and opened one of the doors. It took you a while to find a suitable sized sweater, and when you did, it was obvious that even the smallest size he had would be very, very large on you. At least you'd be warmer. Shrugging, you slipped off your cardigan and had just taken the sweater from where it hung, when Taishiro entered the bedroom.

"Hey, you want syrup and cinnamon with your pancakes or just - "

He stopped dead, eyes widening slightly at the sight of you. If you'd been alone in your own home, your choice of sleepwear would never have raised any issues. Suddenly, you were very conscious of just how sheer the material was, how you'd forgone a bra in the desire for comfort, how the shorts were little better than underwear, now that you really thought about it.

It wasn't as if your body was anything special to look at, at least, in your view. You considered yourself average in most aspects, definitely on the curvy side. Your work clothes were always modest enough to never draw attention. Taishiro, however, was looking at you as if you'd somehow covered yourself in syrup in lieu of the pancakes. Your breathing accelerated a little, and with the way he was watching the rise and fall of your chest, it would probably be very hard for him to miss it.

He swallowed thickly and turned his head.

"Uh, sorry. Didn't know you were still looking for the ... ah ... "

"The sweater."

"Yeah. That. Found one?"

"I did."

You waved the garment around and he must have seen it in his peripheral vision, because he nodded and shoved his hands into his pockets, as if not quite sure what to do with them.

"Okay. Well, when you're ready, the pancakes are done. Come and get yours."

Hurriedly pulling the sweater over your head, you followed him into the living room. Although you weren't particularly hungry, you wanted to keep him him company while he ate, at the very least. Taishiro was now pouring steaming milk into a mug, before stirring and handing you the cocoa.

"One sugar. Just how ya like it."

You didn't know whether it was the encounter you'd just had with him in the bedroom, but somehow, everything he said now seemed laced with innuendo. It didn't help that his warm, deep voice was huskier than usual, that his honey-brown eyes were helplessly tracing the shape of your legs when he thought you were looking away.

You shifted in your seat as your own growing arousal threatened to unseat your composure. You ate the pancakes he placed in front of you and wondered what it would feel like to cover those thick fingers of his in syrup and slowly take them into your mouth with him watching. Your knees brushed against his under the table and you thought of how easy it would be to straddle him, the plush flesh of his stomach cushioning your abdomen. You took a sip of your cocoa and wondered whether he'd taste as rich. You thought of his skin, the soft growth of barely visible stubble on his jaw, the wide and generous mouth, those heavy, powerful hips and how they might undulate between your trembling thighs.

Taishiro has always been so open, so free with his emotions, and now that same transparency is doing little to hide just how much he wants you when he catches your eye across the table. He takes another bite, as if making an effort to tear his gaze away.

"Are these any good? I kinda rushed them."

"They're wonderful. Your batter is always the best."

If it had been a normal day at the office, your comment would have passed unnoticed. Under these circumstances, though, with this tension growing in the air between you both, Taishiro choked slightly. You felt a rush of embarrassed heat cross the bridge of your nose. He cleared his throat.

"Ahh, err, thanks. It's ... just pretty basic. My batter gets the job done."

He was just making it worse. With a sense of impending horror, you felt your nervous giggle coming on. It slipped out of you in a short, staccato burst and Taishiro looked up, surprised, before his own lips quirked upward in amusement. His belly started to shake slightly with repressed amusement. Seeing that contagious smile of his pushed you over the edge. Your shoulders began to heave and you leaned back in your chair and tried to breathe evenly as Taishiro's chuckles grew louder as well. Before long, you were both helpless with laughter.

Wiping your eyes on a nearby serviette you regard him with fondness. This sweetest of all men. He clears his throat and pushes aside his empty plate.

"You don't look so tired anymore. Did my pancakes liven you up?"

"Kind of. They've fooled my body into thinking it doesn't need sleep."

"Lucky tomorrow is a day off, then. The guys from Trackstar's agency will cover the regular shifts and call us in if anything goes wrong. Feel free to sleep in."

"I can't do that, Taishiro. I don't want to inconvenience you," you remind him, gently.

He looks disappointed for a second, before his beautiful countenance brightens once more.

"Hey, come to think of it, there's a farmer's market I wanted to check out on the city limits. Think you'd want to come along?"

"Oh? I'd love that! I haven't been to a farmer's market in ages."

"Then stay here a bit longer. We can just leave together tomorrow."

You don't miss the slightly pleading note in his voice. It softens you in ways that only he can achieve.

"Okay, sure. That's a good idea."

Face as excited as a child with a new toy at this news, Taishiro stands and collects your plate and his.

"Right, off to bed with you."

You hesitate, and he scratches his chin, as if having anticipated your question.

"I have a guest room, just down the hall. I made up the bed while you were in the bathroom."

"Oh, thanks. I'll... head off to bed then."

"Er, yeah. Have a good sleep!"

Hurriedly turning away from each other, you both head in opposite directions. The guest bedroom is smaller, but no less comfortable. You slowly crawl between the covers and realise that he'd thrown the fleece blanket he'd spoken about over the duvet. You take the warm material between your fingers and stroke it gently. A rush of uncontrolled feelings, of all the desire and affection you have for this man, comes flooding through you.

It is at that moment, of course, that a soft knock on the door interrupts your thoughts. You call for him to enter and he does, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly in pleasure when he sees you tucked away, sitting comfortably under the covers. He places a glass of water on the bedside table.

"Just leaving this here in case you get thirsty. It gets cold up here at night. Wouldn't want you freezing your toes off in the kitchen."

He's about to leave, when you capture his large hand hesitantly in your own. He stills immediately, glancing down to where your fingers wrap around his.

"Thank you, Taishiro. For letting me stay here."

He remains like this for a minute, facing away from you, as if fully aware of just how much his expression would betray him. He raises your hand to his lips, slowly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of it.

"Anytime, sweetheart. You can come over ... whenever you feel like."

He doesn't, however, relinquish his grasp on you. You raise your other hand and trace your fingers with infinite softness over his larger knuckles, the surface scarred from old injuries and trauma. He shivers slightly under the contact and you close your eyes before placing that hand against your cheek.

These same palms that slammed a runaway vehicle to a dead stop last week. The same fists that punched a hole through a cement wall to get to the people trapped in a flooded basement. These same hands that protected from stray bullets, that ruffled the hair of his shy intern, that pushed extra sweets into your lunch box when you weren't looking. You had no adequate words for what he made you feel, for how his very presence tugged at some place deep inside of you, creating a void that could never be appeased until you were close to him.

Taishiro's unsteady breathing was loud in the small room, which had suddenly become unaccountably warmer. Before you could fully process what was happening, your body was being tugged gently, but firmly closer to his, your chin  being tilted up until his warm breath washed over you. You opened your eyes and felt a delicious, heavy heat settle in your abdomen when you saw how he wasn't bothering, in the slightest, to conceal how much he wanted you.

His gaze wandered languidly over your face, scorching where it travelled, and then he was leaning forward, mouth capturing yours, his sudden intake of breath echoed by yours. His kiss was like basking in afternoon sunshine, deliciously warm and comforting, hungry as he always was, eager and slightly clumsy. His hands were now on either side of your waist, just beneath your breasts, thumbs stroking dangerously upward. Your arms were coming up as he deepened the kiss, wrapping around his wide neck, fingers tangling in his soft, soft hair.

Taishiro pulled away, breathing hard, unconsciously licking his lips to retain some of your taste. His grip on your body tightened briefly, asking a tentative question, the answer to which pooled like molten honey down there, where you wanted to feel him most. You nodded wordlessly and your breath was briefly snatched away as he tugged at the duvet and looped one arm beneath your knees, lifting you effortlessly out of the bed. The soft, intimate ache of desire in his voice, what had been lingering under the surface all evening, was now laid bare as he pressed his lips against your ear.

"C'mon angel. I'll get you real warm tonight."

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

When his tour was postponed by the Covid 19 pandemic in 2020, Louis offered a refund to everyone who wanted their money back. His disappointment at having his best moment in a solo career postponed (again) didn’t exceed his sense of fairness and empathy toward his fans.

When he could, Louis organized the Live From London livestream for fans, took every precaution against infection in order to protect his band and crew, and gave a most memorable concert for fans during the pandemic. In doing so, he broke a Guinness World Records for ticket sales.

Did he keep the money for himself ? No. He donated all of the proceeds, including revenue from merch sales.

Louis has never used dynamic pricing. He has never charged for a solo Meet and Greet. He has never sold VIP packages. He has held many listening parties and events, sometimes with snacks, for free.

Of all the One Direction ex-members, Louis is the only one to hold a free music festival for 10,000 fans on his own dime, in London, as soon as he could and as safely as he could. He paid for the support acts himself.

Louis never cancelled a single concert on LTWT 2022 due to illness. He and his team planned strategic substitutions of the band members so that the tour concerts could continue as safely as possible, under Covid conditions. He played many concerts when he wasn’t feeling great, because he didn’t want to disappoint the fans.

Louis has stopped many concerts out of concern for fans in the audience— including on the FITFWT 2023. In 2022, he decided to provide water at his own cost to fans, some of whom then took this amenity for granted, when it was far from the industry standard.

In all of these instances, Louis has shown, over and over, his continuous concern for the fans, his desire to share his work with fans at a fair and affordable price point, his commitment toward caring for band members and crew (and everyone who works with him), and his generosity.

He puts up with an incredible amount of fandom nonsense at his concerts, asking fans to observe rules so no one gets hurt— not to throw things on stage, not to push against each other. He’s listened to chants of No Control and WMYB despite being on his second solo world tour. He is patiently educating fans on good concert etiquette, many of whom are going to the first concerts of their lives.

Louis could have used his fame and wealth to make a lot more money from the people who admire and love him, as some of his ex-bandmates have done. He could have told his team to strategize his career for maximum exposure and profit. He could have turned bitter from the setbacks he’s suffered and lashed out. He could have buckled from the strain of endless, unfair media coverage and criticism, industry blacklisting etc. He could take advantage of personal tragedies to cast pity on himself, but he never has. He has never mocked or criticized the career of an ex-bandmate, and his crew does not either.

As always with Louis Tomlinson, he perseveres. He is patient. His kindness is demonstrated in action, not only in words and trademarked slogans (btw marketing a code of ethics for money is the basest form of fandom manipulation, but also the most transparent and unironic demonstration of greed). He never sold Covid-themed merchandise. He never used the Black Lives Matter campaign to enrich himself. He has never sold merch claiming to support women and then sing explicit lyrics objectifying women as sexual body parts. He will never turn a social tragedy into a marketing opportunity.

This is Louis. He will always feel grateful for fandom’s support. His humility is not an act. His generosity is not a slogan. He will try his best; he will persevere. When knocked down, he will get back up. He is a singular type of star; there is no one quite like him. In supporting him for all these years, I feel proud of Louis and Louies for our humanity and love for each other. No matter the numbers, in his solo career Louis has distilled the best of One Direction into the utmost caring, fun, and creative excellence. He will continue to thrive, and Louies will continue to grow in numbers, and we will keep caring for each other.

[eternitysirys]

"Eternity's Irys: Flyaway" is underway!

We're aiming to do an unofficial nanowrimo which means 50k words by the end of November! We're currently at 10k so I think we're making fantastic progress!

"Two Minutes to Midnight" will remain top priority for content at least until early next year when it'll start sharing the stage with "Flyaway"!

If you want to get a feel for the characters and universe before investing in the book, there's tons of free reads available on the site and I'm working on duplicating most of it to Wattpad. Please be aware it's a bit more mature than the book since I was doing my best to avoid overly mature content for the sake of the market.

All profit from "Two Minutes to Midnight" will be going toward my cat's medical debt

until paid off. Then it'll go right back into the project to keep bringing amazing illustrations to the story!

The furry goober's name is Zucca and she has severe asthma (we're a lot alike in that way). She's been to the ER for a severe upper respiratory infection and kidney failure (not at the same time). We've got everything under control, but she still managed to rack up quite the ledger. Getting out from under it would be amazing.

Thank you for all the support the project has gotten so far!

And please stay tuned for plenty more to come!

[dailyanarchistposts]

Down On The Farm

The foot and mouth ‘epidemic’ in Britain was a massive abuse of animals and the land, caused by the pursuit of profit. Infected swill from schools, probably arising from the cheap imported meat schools use (cost-cutting before children’s health), was fed to pigs. Infected and disease-free animals were taken to large agri-business holding stations. The weak or unwanted were sold in local markets, spreading infection. The rest were transported hundreds of miles to fattening stations and mixed with other animals even though it is well known that livestock transported long distances are very susceptible to disease. Some were exported to Europe (after being infected), others sold after fattening to the abattoirs and then into the food chain. This industrial agriculture is forced upon farmers by a capitalism that must offer ever-cheaper goods to survive and the greed of the supermarkets for profit and market share. What is truly amazing is that foot and mouth disease cannot infect humans and does no more harm to animals than minor sores and milk that can’t be used. It wears off after a few weeks. In the 19th Century and abroad farmers simply let the disease burn itself out after killing very few animals. Why is it different in these islands? Because the supermarkets will not buy infected meat and farmers will not pay to feed a cow that even temporarily produces no milk. Foot and mouth was not a natural disaster, it was an economic disease, killing profits but of no harm to animals or humans. One million healthy, disease-free sheep were killed to protect the profits of the supermarkets and large agribusinesses, the ultimate indictment of capitalist profit motive and methods of organization. Globalisation and free trade are forcing intensive farming methods on farmers with disastrous consequences. In 1999 200,000 farmers in Europe gave up the unequal struggle and big business moved in. 10 companies worldwide control 60% of the international food chain. Four of them control the world supply of corn, wheat, tea, rice and timber. Massive subsidies, paid for by taxes on wages and non-agricultural businesses, swell the profits of the biggest farms and agricultural businesses, usually owned by large multi-national corporations – in the US, a total of $22bn. While western capitalism demands subsidy worth $362bn per year, the farmers of the rest of the world share just $18bn – if they can’t compete, they are accused of inefficiency by western ‘experts’ and legislated out of existence or driven to the wall by ‘free and fair’ competition.

Farmers are made more dependent on the multinationals by the fact that seed varieties (along with all forms of life) can now be patented and by being patented turned into private property. If farmers buy Monsanto’s Roundup Ready soya beans they have to sign a contract committing themselves to use only Monsanto chemicals, not to save any seed for replanting (one of the basics of sustainable agriculture) and be prepared to allow representatives of the company on to their farms for up to 3 years after the purchase to check this. In order to enforce these ‘Technology Use Agreements’ in the US, Monsanto have employed the Pinkerton private detective agency (famous for their violent strike breaking activities on behalf of US capital), they have named and shamed ‘guilty’ farmers in local radio station adverts and even opened a telephone hotline for people to dob in offenders. The fact that 475 farmers in the US and Canada broke their Technology Use Agreements and were sued by Monsanto is probably one of the reasons it developed ‘terminator’ technology, a technique where genes are inserted into a plant which render its seed non-viable; from the corporations point of view a great improvement — from ‘economic sterility’ to biological sterility. Monsanto is suing one farmer from Canada for growing seed without a license, when what actually happened was that his oilseed rape crop had been contaminated by pollen from GM crops on nearby farms. Of course the real aim of terminator technology is the untold sums of money to be made from stopping ‘Third World’ farmers from saving and sharing their seeds and making them dependent on high tech seed from the multinationals.

Nothing in the preceding paragraph should be taken to mean that we see large capitalist farmers in the US and Canada as being somehow victims of the corporations. Like large scale industrial farmers everywhere they are part of the corporate food production system of which GM is the latest stage: they exploit wage labour (although labour on farms is drastically reduced by the industrialisation process large scale industrial farming exploits wage labour massively in the chemical industry, machine production, transportation etc) and happily produce for the global market and act as a market for every new agro-chemical or GM seed produced. But already complaints of crop damage due to herbicide drift are starting to increase as the sprays farmers growing Roundup Ready GM use drifts onto the crops of farmers growing ordinary plants.

[theaceace]

Been reading the murderbot diaries (again), so now I can't stop thinking about a rogue secunit (this particular company markets them as a Hybrid Organic-Bot (it - he calls himself Hob, yes he knows it wasn't very creative)) breaking free of corporate control and hiding away on the (currently unmanned) research transport vessel Morpheus, which is controlled by a very secret (and utterly terrifying) experimental AI that Hob nicknames Dream, and which could destroy him in less than a second if it so chose

Instead it takes Hob to whichever system he was trying to get to in exchange for Hob sharing both his stored media files and also stories of the things he got up to while he was still pretending to be a good, obedient secunit. Dream insists that it's because he's interested in Hob's unique perspective, Hob thinks it's because Dream's lonely when he doesn't have a crew aboard and Dream is so mad that he won't let Hob back aboard from whichever station they're docked at, and then later fails to make the rendezvous at another port

(he'd actually been infected with malware by Burgess, who had then taken control of Morpheus and was trying to figure out how it/Dream worked, right up until a murderously angry rogue secunit catches up to them)

[snoopmary]

I realize it’s THE SUN but it annoyed me

No idea who said this and it reads as a half-baked, inexperienced publicist frantically trying to protect an actress at the direction of her managers, but you know, it’s got my professional back up. 

I frankly doubt this is even one of Sweeney’s people working on her behalf because that girl isn’t stupid and her team is better than that at this shit. They’d just drop a line or two to Deux Moi and Page 6, not the Sun. that’s not her audience.

Disclaiming: No one not involved knows the story and I frankly don’t care who is with whom but this SUN article ticked me off so I’m going to vent right now. 

Humour me and let me deconstruct this article for all the many PR oops in it:

Quote 1:

"[Sweeney] doesn't want or need this attention and, to be frank, this is Glen's problem for letting his relationship with Gigi get out of control and for being so public about his personal life on social media."

Pretty sure GP didn't expect his apparently now-ex girlfriend to go passive-aggressive bunny-boiler (yes, I said it and I am so not sorry) on the ‘gram and try to impact the career he's busted his ass trying to build. Those posts? Human scorned shit has a short shelf life and always backfires on the person who goes low in Hollywood. See also Brad and Angelina at the moment. 

Two mistakes: blaming the guy for his ex publicly pulling shit on her personal instagram while blaming the guy for also leaving what clearly became an unpleasant relationship, while also implying he should have ‘controlled’ his ex and was responsible for parenting her behavior online!

Sympathy is going to turn towards Powell if it turns out there really is nothing going down but acting to sell the movie happening and this article will age really poorly. 

Also: the extent of his being public was, this is my girlfriend. [shares photo, red carpet thing]. Pretty sure that has been the exact same extent of Sweeney’s stuff with her BF, who by the by - and yes, I am going there - Sweeney’s supposed BF is 39. She is 25. If they have been together for 5 years, she was 20 and he was 34 when they hooked up. 14-year age difference. 

He could have babysat her before he got his high school diploma. Just saying. The ick is strong with this one, IMHO, and the public (esp the woke part) post-me-too is not fond of that, optically speaking. They aren't the great Leo DiCaprio and people are even tired of that crap from him now.

QUOTE 2:

"If she and Glen were closer, she'd tell him to handle his problems privately instead of letting them bleed into social media," the pal added to The U.S. Sun. "But the fact is, she and Glen don't have much of a personal relationship at all beyond the making of this movie.”

Most people don’t have a personal relationship with people they just met. Weird how that works, yeah? Except she also hung out with his sisters, his niece and nephew, and his parents while shooting an extremely R-rated sex comedy with him with nudity and an intimacy coordinator. 

So from their perspective, I guess that means Powell probably would have been okay with an apparently strictly professional acquaintance [activating sarcasm font] criticizing him for his angry ex-girlfriend going passive vindictive on instagram for attention. 

We’re all fine with ‘near-strangers’ doing that to us, aren't we? ::insert eyeroll::

QUOTE 3:

"Glen's real-life girlfriend problems are now infecting how people will perceive this project before they've even had the chance to market it.”

Oh, honey. No. No, sweet summer child. No.

The *only* reason *anyone* is talking about this project is BECAUSE of the chemistry between Glen and Sydney. Otherwise, it’s just another rom-com. Now it’s - as Lainey pointed out - ShoWest Mr and Mrs Smith territory. 

It’s a rom-com, the believability of the leads doing the rom-ing IS the market strategy.

The PR teams at Sony are loving this because they could not have begged for better press for this flick, even if this pushed JLaw, Denzel, and the Barbie movie off the front pages of the news cycle. Everyone has actually heard this film is coming out now and will probably be dying to see what the what is about it. Wouldn’t be surprised if this got fast-edit for October now.

QUOTE 4:

"It's distracting and annoying as hell and Sydney loathes that she's been publicly dragged into this."

If *that* was Loathing in Las Vegas, then she is a much better actress than I and most of the film industry have given her credit for. Period.

Lastly:

I said it before and I’ll say it again: no man has his sister and her family with young kids, his parents, and his other sister and her BF around AND screws around on his girlfriend in front of them. In fact, I kinda suspect he had them there in order to try and prevent this kind of story because who screws around on their GF in front of their immediate family? He had them down there to avoid this and guess what, it backfired. Why?

Gigi wanted a bit of satisfaction for not getting to be Hangman’s WSO any longer because who TF in the entertainment industry cares who Gigi Paris is when she isn’t Glen Powell’s girlfriend? {Hate me but you know I am right!]

If she hadn’t said a damn thing when they split, none of this news coverage would exist and no one who didn’t follow Glen Powell would have ever heard her name.

Let me tell you how the industry is going to see this situation in about a week:

Glen Powell’s now ex-girlfriend - a model who, while attractive, is just a model among many in LA and NYC - did not handle it well when their rocky relationship finally ended. Despite the brouhaha, Glen Powell showed up and worked his ass off (despite the personal tumult and embarrassment) to sell the movie he was paid to make while he's being dragged through the mud. And he was a consummate professional and he didn't sink to anyone’s level either. 

The chemistry with his blonde-of-the-moment co-star Sydney Sweeney (see also Margot Robbie/Will Smith and JLaw/Helmsworth) was hot enough to dominate the entertainment social news cycle globally for 48 hours now because everyone was interested in a rom-com where people actually had chemistry. (Ghosted is bad, Your Place or Mine was worse, and the best part about The Lost City was Daniel Radcliffe and Sandra Bullock’s scenes together.) 

And after all that: Powell still showed up to do prep for Twisters in Oklahoma without being a dramatic diva about the shitstorm his life became in April 2023 because he left a dead-end relationship? 

Producers are loving what they’re seeing from him. Family-oriented, clean-cut gentleman who can handle his emotions and still work? Christmas came early! 

Whoever this “friend” of Sweeney’s is, it would have been better for them to have kept their mouth shut and let this fade out quietly. That piece did her no favours, especially after that red carpet in Vegas because whoever did that just tried to throw her co-star under the bus to explain it all away and all the other actors in the industry are going to remember that.

And that is the way I see that SUN piece.

[deedeeprince164]

Hello everyone! It’s been a really long time since I posted anything on this account but I would like to share this with all of you.

So, as you all know, (and if you don’t, that’s okay!) I started a Tmnt TLOU alternate universe to see if the 2012 Turtles and their allies can survive the Cordyceps fungus. So, this AU takes place at the end of season 4, after the craziness that happened with the Super Shredder. The Turtles defeated their arch enemy and they just want some time to relax and celebrate their victory. Soon, Raphael’s girlfriend, Mona Lisa, comes to Earth for a visit while at the same time, a strange virus slowly takes over the city. The Turtles and their allies are caught up in this new virus mess and Mona Lisa is killed in the chaos, completely shattering Raphael. 10 years pass and Raphael is now a 28 year old black market smuggler, slowly losing his memory and living in a post-apocalyptic world where humans are getting infected or becoming mutants that are also infected. With Casey Jones and Chompy (who’s now the size of a medium sized dog) by his side, they all live in the Boston Quarantine Zone until one day, they cross paths with Marlene, the leader of a militia group called the Fireflies. She asks the boys to smuggle something out of the city in exchange for their guns back but when Marlene shows what the boys are smuggling, it’s a 29 year old girl whose been immune to the Cordyceps fungus for 8 years, my oc, Daphne Prince (Diana Prince’s daughter). When Casey gets bitten by an infected and sacrifices himself, Raphael, Chompy and my oc embark on an adventure across the country in hopes of a cure for the fungus that’s taken so many lives. But of course, hanging out with this girl is making Raph remember Mona Lisa, his old girlfriend. And of course, when you go halfway across the country with someone who has the same personality as you, it’s kinda hard not to get attached to them. After everything they went through together and after such a long trip, the trio finally make it to Salt Lake City. When the Fireflies tell Raph that my oc would have to die for the doctors to successfully extract the sample in her brain, a “demon” from my oc’s past controls him and makes him go a little cray cray, kills everyone at the base (which will have consequences later), and Raphael saves the girl he barely even knows.

[blog-site-for-market-research]

Surgical Site Infection Control Market Size, Share & Trends Analysis Report

Market Synopsis

The Surgical Site Infection Control Market is estimated to grow at a 5.80% CAGR between 2022 and 2030, reaching USD 4969.21 million.

The rise in hospital-acquired infections is predicted to be a key factor driving the global surgical infection market 2020. The rising incidence of chronic illnesses like cancer, heart-related diseases, and others are likely to create a significant need for surgical infection control methods, which can augment the market during the forecast period. Furthermore, the increasing number of surgeries with the growing geriatric population is projected to increase the need for surgical infection controlling ways that can favor the market growth during the forecast period.

On the contrary, the lack of awareness of hospital infection can impede market growth in the coming period. However, the growing number of surgeries, along with  above-mentioned factors can counter the hampering factor and boost the market.

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The segmental analysis of the global surgical infection control market is done by procedure, product, end-user, and type of infection.

The procedure-based segments of the global surgical infection control market are gastric bypass, caesarean section, cataract surgery, dental restoration, and others.

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The end user-based segments of the global surgical infection control market are hospitals and ambulatory surgical centres.

The type of infection based segments of the global surgical infection control market are deep incisional SSI organ or space SSI and superficial incisional SSI.

Regional Analysis

Based on the region, the global live cell imaging market is segmented into Europe, North America, Asia-Pacific, and the Rest of the World (RoW).

As per the analysis, the Americas is likely to dominate the global surgical infection control market owing to the significant investments in research and development programs. Furthermore, advanced healthcare infrastructure is likely to boost the regional market during the evaluation period. The growing incidence of chronic illness in the region is anticipated to be another notable factor in growing the regional market.

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The APAC region is predicted to be the fastest-growing market during the forecast period due to lucrative opportunities. Emerging nations like India and China are anticipated to play a notable role due to the fast adoption of the latest technologies. Besides, the government of various nations present in the APAC region is likely to improve healthcare services, which can propel the regional market.

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[captain-kraken]

I am here for Ladro lore 👀 (whatever you'd like to share!)

Ahhh thank you for asking!!

Pesatho Ladro is the infamous captain of the merchant ship Zovessa, which he is very attached to.

Whilst his crew does do legitimate deliveries across Sonhara, it's also an open secret that they are the main component of the black market that runs out of Jurin in Li Hei.

Most people recognise Ladro by the Laeka markings on their body, which have reached a point where they can't really hide them, even if they could be bothered.

(Laeka is basically an infection of the soul, which happens when a large dose of corruption somehow gets in. Ladro's corruption came from a dead person, which is one of the worst types, and it causes him a lot of physical issues.)

They're married to their first mate, Antar Ladro, who is the master of causing distractions. Something they've definitely needed more than once lol, they're not exactly friends with the law.

Ladro is very secretive and doesn't like people knowing "deep" things about him. Everybody usually gets a different answer to personal questions, so nobody really knows anything truthful about him, even his own crew.

The only claims they've ever been consistent about are:

is a safoh with a water focus (hard to disprove with the evidence)

has Laeka and other afflictions (can't hide that)

is a seablood from Luva in Zotho (he does have the accent...)

is a devout Sanpavir (definitely adores the sea & claims to have seen Tura which is backed up by Antar)

has an intense hatred for all gishars (can't control the rage that comes up when one is mentioned)

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also, bonus old art of him lol