#Is It Normal To Pee Every 30 Minutes

[bigapollospectra]

Frequent Urination at Night: Causes and Remedies

Frequent urination is a commonplace fitness trouble that many people enjoy subsequently in their lives. While it would seem like a minor inconvenience, it could once in a while mean an underlying clinical scenario that calls for hobby.

Understanding whether or not or not commonplace urination is regular or a signal of a health problem is essential to making sure trendy nicely-being.

At Big Apollo Spectra Hospital, Urology Doctor In Patna, we cognizance on diagnosing and treating urinary health troubles. With superior technology and a set of professional urologists near me, we are committed to imparting the fine care possible.

What is Frequent Urination?

Frequent urination is the desire to urinate more often than usual. For the majority of people, urination occurs 6-8 times daily.

However, this will variety relying on elements like fluid intake, medicine, and commonplace fitness.

Frequent urination will become a project at the same time as:

It disrupts every day activities or sleep.

It is noted through various indicators and symptoms such as pain, discomfort, or changes in urine.

Why Do I Suddenly Have To Pee A Lot? When Should I Worry About Frequent Urination Consuming large amounts of fluids, particularly those with caffeine or alcohol, can increase the urge to urinate.

Infections of the Urinary Tract (UTIs) UTIs are among the most common reasons for frequent urination. Additional symptoms may include pain, a burning sensation, or cloudy urine.

Overactive Bladder (OAB) OAB refers to a condition marked by a strong and frequent urge to urinate, often accompanied by incontinence.

Diabetes Regular urination, particularly during the night, can be an early indicator of diabetes since the body attempts to eliminate excess sugar through urine. Gestation Throughout pregnancy, the growing uterus exerts pressure on the bladder, leading to an increased need to urinate frequently.

Medications

Certain medicinal capsules, inclusive of diuretics used to address excessive blood stress, can result in common urination.

Prostate Issues (in men)

Conditions like an enlarged prostate or prostatitis can obstruct urine go together with the glide, causing common trips to the rest room.

Bladder or Kidney Stones

Stones in the urinary tract can worsen the bladder, primary to not unusual urination.

Neurological Disorders

Conditions like a couple of sclerosis or Parkinson’s infection may have an effect on bladder manage, inflicting common urination.

When to See a Urologist Doctor in Patna?

While occasional Constant Urge To Pee But Little Comes Out are regular, it’s important to are seeking for advice from a urologist if you experience:

Blood in the urine.

Pain or burning sooner or later of urination.

Difficulty starting or preventing urination.

A steady feeling of needing to urinate.

Frequent urination that disrupts your sleep (nocturia).

At Big Apollo Spectra Hospital in Patna, our urology professionals use modern-day-day diagnostic device to discover the idea motive of commonplace urination and increase custom designed treatment plans.

What Is The Reason For Frequent Urination?

Our urologists may also additionally furthermore recommend exams like:

Urinalysis: To come across infections or abnormalities.

Ultrasound: To have a observe the kidneys and bladder.

Cystoscopy: To view the indoors of the bladder.

Blood Tests: To test for diabetes or top notch systemic situations.

How To Stop Frequent Urination?

Treatment is based upon on the underlying cause and can embody:

Lifestyle Modifications: Reducing fluid consumption in advance than bedtime or fending off bladder irritants like caffeine.

Medications: For conditions like OAB or infections.

Surgical Interventions: For immoderate times like an enlarged prostate or bladder stones.

Pelvic Floor Therapy: To supply a boost to bladder control.

Prevention Tips for Healthy Urinary Habits

Stay hydrated, but avoid excessive intake of liquids, especially caffeine and alcohol.

Maintain proper hygiene to reduce the likelihood of UTIs.

Keep a healthy weight to reduce pressure on the bladder.

Do everyday pelvic floor wearing sports activities to enhance bladder muscle mass.

Schedule regular check with a urologist, specially if you have a own family statistics of urinary or kidney issues.

Why Choose Big Apollo Spectra Hospital for Urology Care in Patna?

At Big Apollo Spectra Hospital, we take satisfaction in being diagnosed because of the fact the Best Urology Hospital in Patna. Here’s why sufferers bear in thoughts us:

Our group includes as an opportunity skilled urologists like Dr. Kumar Rohit, who's known for his understanding in treating complicated urological conditions.

What Is Frequent Urination A Sign Of? While common urination can every so often be normal, it’s vital to apprehend while it'd signal an underlying fitness problem. Consulting a kidney specialist in Patna let you find out consolation and improve your splendid of life.

If you or a cherished one is experiencing commonplace urination or distinct urinary health issues, don’t wait. Visit Big Apollo Spectra Urology Hospital in Patna, for expert analysis and treatment.

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[starrihan]

could you write jay and jungw sharing y/n🙏🏾

-> Pairing: Jay x afab! Reader x Jungwon

-> Plot: your need for a roommate leads you to meeting Jungwon who always brings his friend Jay around

-> Genre: smut, 3some, jay is kind of a sleeze, shy jungwon, squirting, use of nicknames (baby girl), oral (m receiving), fingering, nipple play, kissing, orgasm denial, piv sex, creampie (always use protection!!), drooling

-> Warnings: none

-> Word Count: 2,205

-> Notes: you guys deliver quick I’m so happy to write requests 🤩🤩🤩 disclaimer tho this is my first 3some fic so please bear with me. also since this is a very broad ask please let me know if anything in this fic bothered you or wasn’t what you were expecting, I’m simply writing based on what I was given~ (not proofread)

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okay so im imagining a roommate type situation.

like Jungwon is your roomate who has his friend Jay over a lot so you slowly start getting acquainted to him too. you had advertised needing a roommate to help pay for rent. you weren't expecting a response so quick but jungwon jumped at the oppertunity and you didn't mind as long as he was clean and not a freak (at least one of those things is true.)

so there is born a new friendship, and roommate-ship between you and jungwon. you guys would hang out sometimes, often eating dinner together and watching a movie since you both got home from work or school around the same time. you kept to yourself a lot, not that he minded since he did too. but one day he asked if it was okay for him to bring friends over, which you happily allowed. that was the day you met Jay and a couple of his other friends. while he hung out with all of them, he hung out with Jay the most.

usually when he had his friends over, you stayed in your room, not wanting to bother them. sometimes they'd bring food back for you to which you were very thankful and you would eat with them. then you'd retreat back to your room for the rest of the night. you didn't know that you had caught Jay's eye. one time after eating dinner with them, you went back to your room like normal, thanking them for the food.

"yo, you ever hit that?"

cue jungwon almost choking on his food.

"what??? thats my roommate Jay, no."

"what? she's hot. can I have her if you won't?"

"I guess? i don't think she wants you though. she would've mentioned to me if she did."

jungwon had never seen you in that way before, but after seeing how Jay was talking about getting with you, he'd start to notice you a bit more. how smooth your legs always looked. how full your chest looked in your shirt. how nice your thighs and ass looked in those leggings. how it was so hard for him to control his boner around you. he wanted to curse Jay for bringing your sexiness to his attention. he never acted on it though. he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or worse, be kicked out of the apartment. that didn’t stop Jay from making comments about you to him every so often.

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there’s one weekend where Jungwon was going to go on a trip with his friends. they were only going to be a couple hours away and they even invited you out as well, but you declined, preferring a relaxing weekend alone instead. of course they respected your wishes and left soon after. a little bit into their drive away, Jay realizes that he has left his wallet in Jungwon’s room and needed to go back to get it. they all head back and wait in the car while Jungwon and Jay go back inside.

you, having been home alone for about 30 minutes by now, didn’t know that they would be coming back. you wasted no time taking off your pants, finally being able to touch yourself without needing to hold back your moans. naturally due to your little whines and grunts, you don’t hear the front door open.

your noises alert the two males, going to check on you to make sure you’re fine before finally heading out. since you were home alone you felt no need to close your bedroom door, which just so happened to be down the hall from Jungwon’s. one peek inside your room was all it took for them to realize what was going on, you frozen in place like a deer in headlights.

they look at each other, Jungwon holding a shocked expression while Jay’s is the opposite, a crooked smirk appearing on his face.

“my, my, look what we have here.”

shocked and embarrassed can’t even begin to describe your emotions right now. your whole face is flushed red, body limp yet frozen, too shocked to even try to cover yourself up.

“w-what are you guys doing here?”

finally coming to, you grab the blanket closest to you, throwing it over your lower half to cover yourself. Jay’s smirk doesn’t fade as he walks up to you.

“no need to cover yourself up darling, we’ve already seen the goods.”

you didn’t want to admit how extremely hot you found Jay. despite the embarrassment you were currently feeling, a new wave of need was hitting you with every step closer he took. he would trace his fingers over your arm, which was still under the blanket as you were using it to get off. he would look back over to Jungwon whose sporting a painfully obvious boner.

“look at Jungwon, he’s hard from just seeing you like this. maybe you could help us out?”

you look between the two men, confused and turned on beyond belief. Jay helps your nerves, beckoning Jungwon over before placing a hand under your chin, tilting your head to the side so he has better access to you neck. once you feel his lips on your neck, you throw your head back, gasps leaving you mouth the closer her gets to your sweet spot.

Jungwon is on the other side of you, nervous as he reaches his hands around your waist, feeling up your curves and chest. you relax into their touch, getting off on the attention they're giving you as your hand resumes its previous task, 2 fingers delving in and out of your hole.

"such a dirty girl, getting off to the two of us touching you"

Jay tsks, replacing your hand with his own, using two of his fingers to help you out. Jungwon, pent up already, pulls his pants down to reveal his raging boner, tip red and angry. you waste no time wrapping your wet fingers around his length, slowly pumping as he sighs out of relief. Jungwon entangles his hands in your hair, leaning down to capture your lips as Jay continues his movements, following your neck as you kiss Jungwon.

you moan as Jay hits a particular spot your short fingers normally have trouble reaching, gasping into Jungwon's mouth as you pump him faster. Jay's nibbling at your neck, increasing his speed as he feels your walls clench around his fingers. you can't help the gush of liquid that comes out of you, soaking the blanket and Jay's hand.

"fuck, you're so hot"

you pull away from Jungwon to kiss Jay, hand pumping faster on Jungwon as he bucks his hips into your hand, pinching and playing with your nipples under your shirt. your moans don't stop, and that keeps them both going as Jay whips the blanket off of you. both men climb into the bed with you. you pull away from Jay as Jungwon helps you take your shirt off, placing your hand back on his length as soon as you're free from the material. Jay takes his pants off in the meantime, watching your tits bounce freely out of the shirt.

"mind if I have her first Won? I've been waiting for this,"

you look up at him, eyes pleading with him to just be in you already. Jungwon nods his head at the older, biting back moans as he tries not to cum just yet. Jay repositions himself to be in between your legs, lifting one of them up onto his shoulder as he rubs his tip against your folds, lubing himself up with your slick.

"ready baby girl?"

you nod like a madman, ready to have him fully inside you. you turn your head to jungwon, seeing his eyes screw shut as he's on the brink of release, and you pull your hand away. the loud whine from his throat is proabably the hottest thing you've ever heard.

"mouth..."

is all you can muster before Jungwon gets the memo, kneeling before you, inching his cock into your open mouth as Jay finally pushes in. the simultaneous moans from the 3 of you are loud, echoing throughout the house. you're trying your best to suck him off at this angle, drool spilling past your lips and down your chin, making its way down the rest of his length. Jay's pounding into you, soft at first but gradually getting more rough as you adjust to his size. the added finger rubbing your clit has you bucking your hips into his thrusts, and your mouth taking Jungwon in deeper.

your orgasms are all quickly approaching, not really trying to hold back as the pleasure grows too much for the 3 of you. Jungwon cums first and harder than you had expected, having denied his orgasm once before. you almost choke trying to swallow his load, scooping up any of his cum that slipped past your lips back into your mouth, savoring every last drop.

you cum next, moaning loud as your hips push into Jay's thrusts, walls fluttering around his length, causing him to release inside of you. you struggle to catch your breath as Jungwon pulls you into another kiss, relaxing a bit as Jay helps you ride out your orgasm. they both pull away from your spent body, exchanging looks before switching spots.

"w-what are you guys doing?'

you're half delirious, confused as to whats going on.

"I had my turn, now it's Jungwon's turn to be in you."

he turns to Jungwon,

"she's so tight, its the best feeling ever."

Jungwon smirks, confidence coursing through his body as he sees how exhausted you look.

"I can't wait,"

he positions himself between your legs, already hard again at the thought of being in you finally. he winces as he brings his tip up to your wet slit that's leaking both yours and Jay's cum, still a little sensitive from his prior release.

"please, it's too much... s-sensitive..."

your broken words only fuel him more.

"you can take a little more for us can't you?"

Jay says, smiling up at Jungwon, who finally pushes himself into your walls. Jungwon runs his hands up and down your body, soothing you of your overstimulation, Jay reaching his hand down to toy with your clit yet again. you buck your hips into them, so fucked out that you fail to produce a moan, mouth hanging open. Jay looks at you, taking his finger that were previously on your clit and bringing them up to your mouth.

"suck."

he commands. your eyes are rolled back into your head as you close your mouth on his fingers, coating his fingers with your saliva as he brings his free hand down to pump his length. your orgasm is approaching quickly as Jungwon continues to bully your hole. he can tell by the way you're frantically bucking your hips to meet his thrusts, losing your pace as spill all over him.

Jay's hands are moving quick on himself, cumming all over your pelvis and stomach as he empties himself. Jungwon takes the chance to bring both of your legs over his shoulders, pounding relentlessly as he's on the verge of cumming. the pleasure is slowly being replaced by pain, the overstimulation becoming too much. Jay can see the way your face contorts, releasing his fingers from your mouth and placing soft kisses on your neck.

"just a little more baby, hang on a little longer."

you nod, too fucked out to properly comprehend what his words mean. its at that point when Jungwon's hips finally stall, ropes of cum painting your walls as he empties every last drop in you. he pulls out slowly, and you whine, half at the loss of feeling full and half out of relief. he watches as the cum from all 3 of you slowly spills out, taking his finger and pushing it back into you. you arch your back and moan and the boys look at each other, smiling and laughing at your spent state.

they both lay on either side of you, silent and breath ragged as you all try to calm down. the air is heavy with the smell of sex but comforting nonetheless. once you've come back to your senses, you look at the 2 boys, remembering the trip they were supposed to go on.

"what are you guys doing here? i thought you were supposed to be on your trip?"

they look at each other, first looking scared realizing that they left their friends waiting outside for them, but then laughing.

"Jay left his wallet here so we came back to get it. they probably drove off without us already because we were taking too long."

Jungwon shrugs, getting up to grab his phone to check the many messages from their group chat confirming exactly what he said.

"whatever. we can go on another trip whenever we want. but this is more fun, right Y/N?"

you look at Jay, laughing at his implications, not yet worrying about what all this between the 3 of you could mean. they both look at you, smiling fondly at your next words.

"round 2?"

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JayWon have been WRECKING me these days! this ask was just scrumptious 🤤

[twstfanblog]

*~Period Drama~* Romance Era Scrabia

|| Heartslabyul || Savanaclaw || Octavinelle || Scarabia || Pomefiore + Ignihyde || Diasomnia ||

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@twistedcece @a-small-tyrant

It started off as a normal afternoon. You and your boyfriend just laid down for an impromptu nap, cuddled close together and safe in each other's arms. So you can imagine their surprise when they wake up to find the bed spotted with blood. Pulling the blankets back, they see the blood coming from you...

FIRST REACTION

Kalim

He woke you up crying, boy just full on SOBBING.

He's holding you so tightly and promising everything is gonna be ok and how he's so sorry he let this happen and-

Of course you're fucking confused as hell, but then the cramps kick in. Making him cry even harder.

First step is trying to get him to stop wailing his poor lil eyes out. But by the time you've done that Jamil's already arrived with a big ass first aid bag and on the verge of a heart attack.

Jamil

Your ass wakes up in the infirmary. He woke up, saw the blood and didn't even wake you up before carrying you all the way to campus.

He's getting chewed out by Crewel on what the fuck happened but all he can explain is that he woke up and you were hemorrhaging from your privates.

Speak up quick, because Crewel is about to put this boy into a coma. Neither believe you when you explain 'its just my period'.

Only when time has passed and neither Crewel nor Jamil's efforts can make the bleeding stop do they believe you. It's barely been an hour and Jamil has never been more stressed in his life.

HOW HELPFUL ARE THEY?

Kalim

After explaining what a period is to him for...AN HOUR, Kalim basically just puts you in his room in Scarabia. He will also take the week off from classes so that he can tend to you himself (Coughs-Jamil does most of the heavy lifting- COUGHS)

Very loving, supportive out the ass. Will give you anything and everything you want or demand.

He knows you're in pain, so he's having Jamil pull out all the good stuff, just for you. You will be PAMPERED, loved on, and soft locked to stay on his California King. Sorry, unless you need to pee, he's not letting you out of bed.

PMS havers, you can kick him out of his own bedroom. But he will be pouting like a kicked puppy outside for HOURS. He just wants back inside to cuddle, he's sorry he called your period kinda gross.

Jamil

You ever been quarantined in actual luxury? Kalim heard that you were 'sick' and in pain and opened the doors of Scarabia so that Jamil wasn't walking to Ramshackle every 30 minutes to check on you.

He hovers in the oddest way. You'll both be in the same room but he'll act as though you're there of your own free will then deny you access to leaving. Half ignores you because he's rereading first aid and medical books about how to stop bleeding.

Of course, it's Jamil. He cooks whatever you want, within reason. He will also be more affectionate with you, hand feeding you and giving soft kisses to your forehead and hands.

Him dealing with PMS is a toss-up in one avenue. I'm not sure which would make him fold faster. Someone who's PMS makes them two steps away from ripping his face off or someone who will cry because he said he wouldn't make them waffles for the 6th time that day.

AFTER THE FACT

Kalim

Is actually serious for once in his life. Literally holds your face and looking you directly in the eyes before he tells you he's taking you to his family home to get a complete medical check-up.

There is no talking him out of it, not even Jamil can dissuade him. Kalim is getting you to a medical professional that he can pay to never utter a word or threaten with death (both of his career and life).

Your period is the one event that isn't party related he remembers on his own. He bought a day planner just for keeping track of it and even got you a matching one (He had like 47 day planners that he had decorated and then never used). He doesn't really register you've got your period until you tell him, though.

Survived, but it was mainly because Jamil did most of the heavy lifting as normal. But he wants to take on more responsibility so badly. So prepare for your next period, you'll get your very own Kalim butler! (He's really good at cutting open fresh coconuts for you).

Asks you so concerned if 'it's happening again' when he notices you acting differently. Boy is near tears because he's already remembering how miserable you were the last time.

Jamil

Well, some things need to happen now...That was chaotic and stressful. He wants to really sit and plan out everything that could go wrong so he can actually be prepared.

Jamil's watching you like a damn hawk just out of view. He spent his whole life keeping Kalim alive and decently on task, tracking your period is easy once he starts to learn the signs.

It's been three days since your period ended and he's already tracked it, has an emergency underwear package he keeps on himself for you, made a meal plan for the next period, and has already purchased comfortable waterproof sheets to avoid blood stains while you two cuddle. Jamil's life has been to live as a servant. He's doing so willingly with you.

He approaches your period like one approaches an angry rattlesnake. He will tiptoe around asking to the point it's actually pissing you off. Never straight up asks if you're on your period but will just look at you like you're about to pull a fucking gun on him.

HOW HELPFUL ARE THEY? ♡NSFW♡

Kalim

I'm sure...Kalim knows the purpose of a condom. I can never be convinced he has ever seen or used one nor will he ever. Until you get your period.

Kalim loves having sex with you, top three activities he wants to do with you all the time. So hearing that orgasms help? Sign him up! He's already taking his pants off!

The blood freaks him the fuck out. He actually hates it so much but he will never tell you that. Instead, he has to ask Jamil to get those skin balloons for sex so that he isn't putting his dick into just blood.

With the condoms he's much more comfortable helping you out with period sex. It also helps him find a new appreciation for condoms. He starts using them more after finding out about all the different types. He literally invites you to taste test flavored ones.

Jamil

This man has an oral fetish. He was always going down on you as a standard for stress relief for both of you. So he was a little upset once your period starts since his main guilty pleasure comfort food wasn't on the menu.

But once you tell him that orgasms help, he's at first just fingering you to the point he's wearing his arm brace outside of basketball practice. Only to uncover his previously undiscovered bloodkink.

He's so fucking shy asking to eat you out while on your period. Skirts around it so fucking much, only way he can really ask is by kissing along your thighs and lower stomach, asking with his eyes.

If you say yes, your fate is fucking sealed. Jamil is the 4th member of the 'Period Sucker' Club. It's his two favorite things wrapped into one! Three if you count being a service top. If he even sees you mildly uncomfortable on your period he'll already be putting you on the bed to give you some much needed 'Pain Relief'.

[lila-lou]

✨ His only exception - Pt. 8/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! - bit of smut, Soldier Boy being a dick, drunk Reader, Language, jealousy

Word Count: 4344

A/N: This is part 8 of “His only exeption”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

The next few weeks passed without any significant incidents. While you kept arresting a few renegade supes, there was still no sign of Homelander. Sure he still appeared in public regularly, but it seemed like he was always one step ahead of you. Before you arrived he was already gone. As if he had vanished into thin air.

When Vought announced two weeks ago that Homelander would be busy reorganizing the Seven for the next few weeks, Butcher and his team waited a few days to see if there's actually no news around him. When nothing happened, Butcher had decided to give you all a well-deserved, albeit short, break.

Butcher stayed at home with MM. The two of them just wanted to have a few days of peace and, like old times, brighten up their evenings with a lot of alcohol before MM's daughter came to visit.

Frenchie surprised Kimiko with a trip to Paris and they haven't been heard from since they left. The two probably never got out of the hotel bed.

Annie traveled with Hughie to the mountains of Austria, where they rented a small wooden cabin. They wanted to hike, ski, get pampered at the spa, and just pretend to be a normal couple for a few days.

For your part, you had actually planned to visit your family, but since they were in the middle of moving, you decided against it at short notice. However, you didn't want to stay in the apartment either. You didn't want to crash Butcher and MM's men's group, nor did you want to constantly watch football games and trip over beer cans.

You didn't know what had come over you, but after everyone else had left and you had no idea what to do with your newfound free time, you argued with Ben for over 30 minutes, begging him to take you to Brazil. It had seemed like an eternity since you had sand beneath your feet, and after what you had done to Homelander, traveling to a foreign land alone wouldn't have been all that wise.

"Fine! But you'll leave me the fuck alone", Ben hissed before slamming the door to his room in your face.

Unfortunately, it became clear early, that going on vacation with Ben wasn't a good idea.

You've barely spoken to each other since the kiss. Your communication was limited to the essentials and, above all, to what was important for your job. Ben would never have admitted it, but you actually hurt him in some way with your actions. And although he couldn't explain it to himself, he felt even worse than after the Countess's betrayal.

You had been trying to apologize to him for days, but he just wouldn't listen to you. Even his favorite whiskey and a ridiculously expensive cigar couldn't calm him down.

At some point you just gave up.

The only problem, whatever the cause, was that you had now developed a crush on Ben. A damn major one.

It was harder now, to be ignored by him for weeks and watch him crawl deeper into his shell and become an even bigger asshole. But the worst part was, it was your fault.

“Fucking hurry up! I have to pee”, Ben banged on the bathroom door way too hard. It was your second Day in Brazil and way too early for that loud noise.

The two of you had a small beach house in a holiday resort right by the sea. It was beautiful and relatively quiet, but unfortunately only had one bathroom and one bedroom, so you slept on the couch and Ben chased you out of the bathroom for the second time in a row.

“Give me 5 please”, you whined, getting out of the shower.

But Ben had absolutely no nerv to negotiate with you. With a strong tug he pushed the door open. You had just enough time to wrap your towel around yourself before he came running towards you, finger raised. Despite the fact that the vacation was supposed to be relaxing for both of you, Ben's temper hadn't nearly disappeared by the second day.

“If I say I have to pee, then I have to fucking pee. Fucking now, not in five minutes!”, he hissed, his finger in front of your face as he looked down at you. His gaze briefly flickered to your breasts, but found your gaze again as you pulled your towel tighter, your cheeks red. “I know you’re fucking old, but I didn’t thought you had problems with your bladder yet”, you answered him cheekily.

“Fucking old, huh?”, he raised an eyebrow and lowered his finger. “Maybe I should teach you some manners, fucking brat”, he cups your jaw in one hand and gently but firmly pushes your face upwards.

“Such a dirty mouth on such a pretty face”, he muttered almost absently as he examined your face.

A few weeks ago your thoughts would have been completely different, but now you wanted nothing more than for him to just kiss you again.

For almost two weeks, the anger you felt towards yourself and the whole situation with Ben was so present that whenever the two of you ever exchanged a word, your responses were always bitchy and sassy. Five days ago you even managed to get him to blow up because of you, like literally.

“Get your dirty hand off me”, you hissed as you collected yourself.

“Sure Sweetheart”, he innocently raised both hands in the air, winked at you and turned to the toilet. Shameless as always, he pulled down his sweatpants and boxers a little and peed right in front of you.

You couldn't take your eyes off him for a while as you looked at his best piece. Reluctantly, your mouth went dry as you saw his size.

Of course Ben felt your gaze, but said nothing, instead enjoying your attention to the fullest, as well as your speechlessness. Ben knew he had a lot to offer and your reaction was pretty much identical to the one he usually got from women. The difference was that right now, his dick wasn't even hard.

It wasn't until he flushed the toilet that you were snapped out of your, more than dirty, thoughts. “Can I please get ready now? I’m hungry and want to eat breakfast”, you grumbled, tightening your grip on your towel.

Ben just rolled his eyes and washed his hands, leaving you alone in the bathroom.

The rest of the morning passed without further fights and ended in a relaxing afternoon by the pool.

With his legs crossed and his phone in his hand, Ben looked sideways at you as you lay on the lounger next to him, unzipping your bikini, to get your upper body tanned without streaks. You lay on your stomach, which is why everything important was covered anyway. Still, Ben obviously had a problem with it.

However, as you turned on your side, your bikini top hanging over the armrest of your lounger, Ben raised his glasses and looked incredulously at your back, which you turned to him.

“You fucking serious?”, he hissed at you.

“What?”, you turned onto your back so he had a perfect view of your bare chest as you looked up at him with innocent eyes. In fact, you had absolutely no ulterior motives at that moment, you just wanted to tan pretty much everything you could.

You could hear him take a sharp breath to calm himself before he spoke. “The pool is full of fucking wanker and you take off your fucking clothes? You're fucking flaunting yourself like a fucking little slut". As soon as he finished his sentence, he had already thrown his towel over your upper body.

You raised an eyebrow when you saw the more than annoyed expression on his face.

“And why do you have a damn problem with that?”. While you waited to see how Ben would react, you folded your arms over the towel.

Ben opened his mouth to tell you why you shouldn't be half-naked here by the pool, but it wasn't just the blood loss in his head caused by the tantalizing sight of your perfect breasts that thwarted his plans; simply the lack of a proper reason.

Why did it actually bother him? After all, you weren't his girlfriend. He also didn't give a shit about his image right now, so he didn't have to worry about being seen like that with you. So why did your actions trigger him so much?

"Just…just get fucking dressed", he grumbled, jaw clenched, pushing his sunglasses back into place as he tried to ignore his almost painful erection in his trunks.

With an annoyed groan, you decided to follow his instructions, as you had absolutely no nerve for another unnecessary and nerve-wracking argument with him. “Yeah, whatever”, you grumbled to yourself before turning back to your cocktail.

The next time Ben looked at you from his phone, he noticed that you had fallen asleep. He rolled his eyes, stood up, pulled an parasol over your lounger and looked around. Slowly but surely he was getting bored and no one wanted Soldier Boy to be bored.

It didn't take long before he had the prospect of a nice pastime. Less than five feet away from him sat two absolutely hot, young blondes whose eyes were staring at him lustfully. Ben knew that they would be absolutely easy. Confident and full of himself, he walked towards the two girls, while you fell further and further behind in his thoughts.

About two hours later, you slowly woke up from your restful nap. You had to blink a few times before you could look away from the now setting sun. “Ughhh”, you grumbled and stretched. Your eyes wandered to the parasol, which was no longer of any use, but still made you smile briefly. Ben must have set it up for you.

You ran your hand through your hair and looked around. The pool and bar were starting to get emptier and if you looked at your phone you knew why. Most people probably just ate dinner.

You stayed on the lounger for a while, wondering where Ben had gone and whether he would show up again soon. As he still wasn't back after about 20 minutes, you figured he was definitely drinking somewhere and decided to take a shower before starting dinner. After packing your things, you walked towards your little beach house, weak in the knees and feeling like you were walking on clouds. It was by far one of the most relaxing afternoons ever and you almost felt full of energy.

When you entered the house and heard some intense noises, you didn't want to go any further. You should have just left the house again.

Nevertheless, your feet carried you to the bedroom door.

The scene in front of you unfolded with an intensity that bordered on primal. Ben's movements were relentless as he pounded into a blonde, young girl, his hips driving forward with a fervor fueled by raw desire. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the air, punctuated by the moans of pleasure that spilled from the lips of all three. Meanwhile, the woman beneath Ben's skilled touch was lost in ecstasy, her body arching with each thrust, her red nails digging into the sheets as waves of pleasure washed over her. But even as she surrendered to the pleasure coursing through her veins, her lips found purchase elsewhere, trailing kisses along the curves of the other girl’s body, laying with spread legs in front of her. The other woman, lost in the throes of passion, arched her back as the sensation of warm lips and skilled tongue danced across her skin. Pleasure rippled through her body, building with each flick of the tongue, each gentle nip of teeth. Her hands tangled in the sheets as she surrendered to the intoxicating sensation, her moans mingling with those of her companions in a symphony of lust.

As you stood in the doorway, frozen in shock, a whirlwind of emotions tore through you with dizzying force. The sight of Ben entwined with two women ignited a fierce storm of jealousy, its flames licking at the edges of your composure. Your heart hammered painfully against your ribs, each beat echoing the ache of longing and desire you had buried deep within.

As your eyes met Ben's, a surge of heat flooded your cheeks, betraying the tumult of emotions raging within you. His smirk, equal parts charming and mischievous, sent a shiver down your spine, but it was his bold invitation that jolted you back to reality. "You wanna join?". His words hung in the air, as he watched you with an intensity that made your heart race even faster.

With a forced smile that barely masked the ache in your chest, your voice barely a whisper as you replied, "I think I'll pass".

Without waiting for his response, you turned on your heel, fleeing the room.

As you emerged into the sunlight, the salty breeze washed over you, offering a fleeting moment of respite from the storm raging within, you made your way back to the bar, the taste of bitterness lingered on your tongue, a reminder of the jealousy that gnawed at your insides. Each step felt heavier than the last, weighed down by the burden of your own conflicting emotions.

As you reached the bar, you sank onto a stool. With a weary sigh, you signaled the bartender, your voice barely above a whisper as you ordered a drink, anything to numb the ache in your heart. After the bartender set the drink before you, you wrapped your fingers around the glass, the cool condensation soothing against your trembling hands. With each sip, you felt the tension slowly ebb away, replaced by a numbness.

After a few too many drinks, you were feeling pleasantly buzzed, the world around you a blur of laughter and neon lights. With a carefree grin plastered on your face, you stumbled out of the bar, the cool night air a welcome relief against your flushed cheeks.

While you made your way back to the beach house, your steps were anything but steady, weaving a drunken dance along the sandy path. The stars above winked down at you, their twinkling lights adding to the whimsy of the night.

As you stumbled into the beach house, a wave of dizziness washing over you, you were greeted by the sight of Ben lounging on the couch, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He took a casual drag of the joint between his fingers, the smoke curling lazily around him. With a smirk playing on his lips, Ben reached for the small mirror on the coffee table, deftly arranging a few lines of coke with practiced precision.

As he leaned back against the cushions, his gaze fixed on you, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Hey there, sunshine", he drawled, his voice thick with amusement. "You look like you've had one too many. You smell like it, too".

You couldn't help but chuckle at his observation, the alcohol dulling the edge of embarrassment that threatened to creep in. "Guilty as charged", you replied with a playful wink, sinking into the nearest chair with a contented sigh.

As the night wore on and the alcohol continued to flow, the atmosphere between you and Ben grew increasingly charged.

With a mischievous glint in your eye, fueled by liquid courage, you couldn’t resist the urge to tease Ben about what you had seen earlier. “So, Soldier Boy”, you began, your words slurring slightly as you leaned in closer, “those two… girls in the bedroom earlier… quite the party, huh?”.

Ben’s demeanor shifted instantly, his playful expression darkening slightly. “Mind your own fucking business, sweetheart”, he growled.

But fueled by alcohol and a stubborn streak a mile wide, you pressed on, emboldened by the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. “Come on, Ben” you persisted, your words tumbling out in a drunken torrent. “I thought you were all about having a good time. Or is it only fun when it’s on your terms?”

With a grin, you leaned in closer, the scent of alcohol lingering on your breath as you teased him further. "Oh, come on, Ben", you taunted, your words dripping with sarcasm. "Don't be such a prude. I'm sure you've got some juicy details to share".

Ben's jaw clenched visibly, his fists tightening at his sides as he struggled to rein in his temper. But despite the anger burning bright in his eyes, there was a hint of curiosity lurking beneath the surface, a desire to play along with your dangerous game.

"Fine", he bit out, his voice tight with barely-contained frustration. "You want to know how it went down? I'll tell you". His words were sharp.

But instead of backing down, you leaned in closer, your gaze locked with his as you egged him on, your own jealousy bubbling just beneath the surface. "Go on, then", you challenged, your voice dripping with false bravado. "I'm all ears". And as Ben launched into the sordid details of his escapades with the two women, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy gnawing at your insides. But fueled by a potent mix of desire and defiance, you pushed aside your own insecurities, determined to play the game until the bitter end.

"Hmm, sounds like you had a blast", you remarked casually, your tone deceptively light as you leaned back in your chair, feigning indifference. "I guess those girls were lucky to have you for the night".

Ben's gaze flickered with surprise at your response. But before he could respond, you rose from your seat with a playful sway, the alcohol lending a buoyancy to your movements.

As you made your way to the bathroom, you couldn't resist one final jab, your words echoing through the room with a hint of mischief. "Oh, and Ben", you called out over your shoulder, your voice teasing and light-hearted, "next time, try not to settle for such cheap thrills. You could do so much better than those two bimbos". With that, you entered the bathroom to undress.

As you fumbled with the zipper of your dress, struggling to free yourself from its confines, you were startled by the sound of Ben's voice behind you. Leaning against the doorframe with a predatory glint in his eyes, he watched you with a mixture of amusement and desire.

"Having a bit of trouble there, sweetheart?", he teased, his voice thick with innuendo as he sauntered closer, his gaze never leaving your form. "Need a hand?".

Despite the alcohol coursing through your veins, a shiver of awareness shot through you at his proximity, your skin prickling with anticipation. With a playful roll of your eyes, you shot back, "I can handle it, thanks".

But Ben wasn't deterred by your feigned indifference, his smirk widening as he closed the distance between you. "You know", he murmured, his breath hot against your ear, "I'd much rather be fucking that tight little pussy of yours right now. But since you won't let me, I guess I'll have to settle for something else, even if it's cheap".

His words sent a thrill of desire coursing through you, your cheeks flushing with heat at the raw intensity of his confession. Despite your better judgment, you couldn't deny the pull of attraction that simmered between you, a potent mixture of longing and forbidden desire.

With a playful swat to his chest, you shot him a coy grin over your shoulder. "Dream on, Soldier Boy", you teased. "You'll have to try a lot harder than that to win me over".

As Ben closed the gap between you, his fingers brushed against the zipper of your dress, a bold gesture that sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. With a swift motion, he pulled the zipper down, the fabric of your dress falling to the ground, revealing your perfectly young body clad only in lace panties, your breasts bare beneath the sheer fabric.

A smirk played on Ben's lips as he took in the sight before him, his gaze roaming hungrily over your exposed skin. "Well, well, well", he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. "Look what we have here. Seems like you were hiding quite the little treat under that dress of yours."

His words were laced with a hint of arrogance, a reminder of the power he wielded over you in this moment of vulnerability.

With a playful roll of your eyes, you shot him a grin, your own desire mirrored in the depths of your gaze. "Like what you see, Ben?", you teased, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Or is it too much for your fragile ego to handle?".

Ben's smirk widened at your challenge, his fingers tracing a path along the curve of your hip with tantalizing slowness. "Oh, I can handle it just fine, sweetheart", he replied, his voice thick with promise. "In fact, I think it's about time you found out just how much I can handle".

And with that, he pulled you into his arms, his lips crashing against yours in a heated kiss that left you breathless and wanting more. You found yourself too drunk and too overwhelmed to push him away. His kiss was demanding, lacking the tenderness you had hoped for, but the alcohol had already clouded your judgment.

Feeling his strength, Ben effortlessly lifted you, his supe abilities making you feel like a feather in his arms as he pressed you against the sink. The cold porcelain sent a shiver down your spine, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Ben's touch. You moaned softly as his lips moved against yours with a sense of entitlement, his hands exploring your body with possessiveness. Despite your hazy state, a part of you couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with the way he was handling you, but you were too lost in the moment to protest.

"Finally getting a taste of what you've been missing, huh?", Ben murmured between kisses. "You should have given in sooner, sweetheart".

His words stung, a reminder of the power dynamic at play between you.

As Ben's lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses and lingering marks, you squirmed in his grasp, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort coursing through you. His actions were rough and possessive.

"Ben", you slurred, your voice barely a whisper as you struggled to form coherent thoughts. "What are you doing?".

But Ben paid no heed to your question, his lips finding their way to your collarbone as he continued to trail kisses along your skin. With a grunt, he lifted you effortlessly, his strength making you feel like a ragdoll in his arms. As he carried you towards the bedroom, you could feel his arousal pressing against you, a reminder of the desires that drove him. Despite your intoxicated state, a sense of unease gnawed at the pit of your stomach, a voice in the back of your mind warning you of the dangers ahead.

"Relax, sweetheart", Ben murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. "I'm just showing you a good time".

His words sent a chill down your spine. But as Ben's lips crashed against yours once more, you couldn't help but lose yourself in the heat of the moment, the alcohol dulling your senses and clouding your judgment.

As Ben threw you onto the bed with a force that bordered on roughness, you let out a startled gasp, the impact sending shockwaves of sensation coursing through your body..

His eyes blazing with hunger as he rid himself of his shirt, revealing the sculpted contours of his chest. He hovered over you, his gaze intense and hungry, as he trailed kisses down your chest, his lips leaving a fiery trail in their wake. Your breath hitched in your throat as pleasure surged through you, a quiet moan escaping your lips at his touch.

"Mmm, that's it", Ben murmured. "Let me hear you".

With a satisfied smirk, Ben continued his exploration, his hands roaming freely over your body. His lips trailing lower, igniting sparks of pleasure with every kiss.

Just as Ben's lips reached the hem of your panties, you abruptly grabbed his wrist, pulling him up to meet your gaze with a frustrated growl.#

"What?", Ben asked, his tone tinged with annoyance as he met your gaze.

"Be gentle", you slurred. "Please, Ben", you begged, your voice trembling with vulnerability. "Just this once".

Ben's suspicion grew as he registered your unusual request. "What's the big deal?", he demanded, his voice tinged with frustration. "You've never been shy about what you want before".

You hesitated, feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath his scrutinizing gaze. "I've never… done this before", you admitted, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Ben's eyes widened in realization, a smirk playing on his lips as he pieced together the puzzle. "Ah, I see", he remarked, his tone laced with amusement. "Virgin territory, huh? Well, aren't I lucky".

With your inhibitions dulled by alcohol, you found yourself unable to protest, resigned to whatever fate awaited you.

As Ben began to pull down your panties, a smirk played on his lips as he watched your slick folds glisten in the dim light of the room. "Looks like you're more than ready for me, princess", he murmured.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 I loved this Chapter ._.

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Part 9

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Taglist: @deangirl96, @thatgirljayy, @suckitands33, @deans-spinster-witch @mimaria420 @kaz11283 @uncle-eggy

[seiwas]

for writing game, iwaizumi + assistance <3

hope this sparks some inspo and thank you in advancee

hi there!! thanks for sending in a prompt 🫶

contains: friends to lovers (ish), halloween parties, reader is dressed as catwoman, expletives, iwaizumi is thiiiiis 🤏 close to murdering seijoh4 (jk)

iwaizumi + assistance

this is a set-up.

iwaizumi knows he shouldn't have fucking believed anything the boys "promised" him back when they assigned him this costume.

the suit is fucking tight, spandex digging into his groins and all other crevices that definitely should be aired out after after a few hours. he's had to constantly readjust his stance almost every few minutes, the black fabric compressing his thighs and torso, significantly constricting the range of motion his shoulders and arms are typically used to. if anything else, it could double up as a back brace from how rigidly straight it's kept his posture all night.

he'll give it to makki though; he did outdo himself sourcing this year's costumes―this batman set looks pretty damn legit.

except for one tiny problem.

there's no fucking pee hole. it's a zip-up, zip-down one-piece situation. and that normally wouldn't be a problem, except that oikawa "accidentally" knocked over a cocktail straight into his pants, the sickeningly sweet liquid now seeping straight into the fabric and past his boxers―cold and sticky as it touches his skin.

and so, the problem: his pants are wet, it makes him want to fucking pee, and coincidentally, the only vacant bathroom is across the hall, at your apartment.

this is why he believes this is a set up. that, and the fact that you're dressed in an outfit strikingly similar―just with cat ears.

he's been asked five times in this party if you're in matching couple outfits.

it catches him off guard, flusters him because of how badly he wants to say yes. but, you're just friends, and he doesn't even think you like him that way (despite mattsun and oikawa practically begging him to confess. makki tells him he thinks you're going to do it first).

so he politely smiles and says no, but you look good, your costume clinging to you in all the right places. thank fucking god he has a cape because he's pretty sure he spent the first 30 minutes in the party hiding his boner.

"hajime, it's fine, i swear," you stand beside him in front of the conveniently locked bathroom in oikawa's apartment. from the other side of the door, he's pretty sure he hears mattsun and his girlfriend mumbling. maybe fucking? who knows. "you can just use the bathroom in my apartment."

he glances at you before closing his eyes, contemplating, before finally agreeing to you.

"okay."

if he's being honest with himself, friends is definitely an incomplete label to what you are. as oikawa's neighbor, you are conveniently around all the time; and oikawa being oikawa, the ever-social butterfly, he's somehow managed to carve a space for you in the friend group.

(never mind the fact that oikawa's sniffed him out from the moment he first introduced you.)

you were a crush, then a friend, and now you're someone he picks up from work and drives back home three times a week, because he "has to train oikawa." you don't question it, even when you both know he stays over for dinner way past the gym's open hours.

"you know where it is," you open your apartment and urge him in.

"sorry again," he turns to face you.

"yeah, yeah, just pee!" you laugh, shoving him towards the bathroom door.

getting out of the suit is manageable, and he's able to wipe off a bit of the cocktail that's leaked to the suit and his boxers just to make sure it isn't gross and sticky when he gets home later. peeing is a big relief once he gets it over with, but it's when he has to suit up again that things become difficult.

stretching out the spandex one body part at a time is a workout in itself―the hardest task being when he has to pull it over his shoulders, adjusting it to fit properly over his arms and chest.

but then the zipper breaks.

and he truly thinks makki has fucked him over.

iwaizumi contemplates what to do next for a good, good while. he tries calling oikawa, only to no success every time; no way in hell is he calling mattsun in the middle of having sex. and calling makki isn't even an option; he'd never hear the end of it.

then you knock on the door, your voice soft and concerned as you ask, "hajime? you good in there?" you hit it spot on, too, "do you need help with your suit?"

iwaizumi presses his palms to his eyes. he's a rational man, straightforward and logical in thinking. there is literally no other option for him right now but to ask help from you. again.

fuck.

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it's 30 minutes later when oikawa barges in your door, and the sight that greets him is iwaizumi in nothing but a hoodie (the hoodie you borrowed some time ago) and his boxers, with his hands on your waist as you hover your hairdryer over the crotch of his batman costume―cat headpiece off and all.

"you finally got together?!"

[aniniyah]

a/n: yeah this is very indulgent LMFAO, this is all for my people who get really clingy because the feelings are just too much to handle ^^

warnings: tooth rooting fluff :3 not proofread just wrote this in 15 minutes ^^

It wasn't like you were cold but you were afraid of being downright clingy, because you were. You understand it was a turn-off to certain people, especially in early months of a relationship. But Gojo wasn't certain people, he knew you were hiding it who you truly are and he can't help the feeling of his heart breaking at the thought of someone making you act this way.

So Gojo would amp up his clinginess. Every time he comes home, you're immediately in his arms, whispering a soft "I miss you, baby" in your ear as he nuzzles his cheek on your neck. Doesn't matter if he just came home from a long overseas mission, a normal day teaching his students, or even quick walk to the grocery store. He would always tell you how much he missed you even if he was a second away from you, hoping at some point you'd do the same too.

Even the PDA was amped up too, his hand would always seem to find yours when you're walking side by side. Visiting the first years real quick would always result in the loudest whine Gojo has ever produced out of his mouth, his arm never leaving your waist as he tightens his hold around your body and forcing you to come back to his side.

The first year students would outwardly cringe seeing an almost 30 year old man not being able to handle his girlfriend leaving but Gojo never cared for anyone's opinion, proving to you that he will always love you.

In a few months, his hard work was rewarded. He slowly began to receive occasional text messages ranging from "I miss you," "Been thinking about you" whenever you had a small break in your day to "Come home, babe." with that damn puppy eyes emoji that makes Gojo melt. He even abandoned a mission he was on that kept him away for three days when he first received those messages, fuck the higher ups, his girl always comes first.

Now, you weren't afraid to show this clingy side of you and he absolutely loves it. The teary, puppy eyes you give him in the mornings when he has to get ready for work The many unexpected calls just because you had a stressful day and you needed to hear his voice for just five minutes. And when he is home, you would always jump into his arms and give him all the loving words he always wanted to hear.

Gojo loves it all, loves you because he understood that this is your way to show that he is the only occupant in your heart and that will never ever change. So what if he has to deal with spams of text messages of you whining for him to come home quick because you felt lonely, or the excessive tugging of his wrist to get him back to cuddling you even if he has to pee?

If this is how you are in this relationship, he wouldn't mind experiencing it for the rest of your lives.

[thecloudychalice]

Ok, rant time. I’ve spent the better part of my adult life wondering why it is that guys don’t care about the girl’s pleasure. Sex, if done right, should be about you focusing entirely on your partner, and them entirely on you. This, when done right means each of you gets your needs met. Some realizations I’ve had as a good, honest man:

1. If she mentions it more than once DO IT. It takes NO effort to actively take an interest in her wants and needs. Instead of doom scrolling at 3 am, go look up what she told you she likes. Show her that her needs are important to you and deepen that connection by learning to better yourself as a sexual partner through listening to her needs and MEETING THEM. It creates a much stronger connection which deepens the sexual experience. AND… It’s your responsibility!

2. Fact: Women need to cum more than once to feel satisfied. And good girls deserve to.

Unlike men, who were given the gift of peeing standing up, women were given the gift of multiple/successive orgasm. Their refractory period isn’t nearly as long as a man’s and thus, they need to cum more than once. If you don’t make them cum more than once, you’re essentially giving them the female equivalent of blue balls, and a very shitty feeling.

3. All women can squirt, but they need to be aroused in order for it to happen. The G spot does exist. It’s akin to the trunk of a tree.. but for the clit. It’s surrounded by erectile tissue that swells in response to arousal. In doing so, you’re actually drawing the nerves to the surface and applying pressure is stimulating them. If you stimulate it enough, it will leave you with a soaked bed and one needy, drippy incoherent mess of a girl.

4. Most (not all) men don’t understand the female body. But there’s no excuse. With unfettered and seemingly limitless access to information, in today’s day and age, there’s no reason why men shouldn’t be able to learn the process for female arousal. All women are different (yes honey, you’re special, daddy knows!), but there IS a standard pattern of arousal. Your texting pregame and FOREPLAY is everything. It’s not about what you do in the bedroom, it’s about what you do before you even cross the threshold into the bedroom. Take the time to make her feel cared for, listened to, and appreciated, and you’ll see how it makes a world of difference in how she responds to your physical touch. Foreplay should be a minimum of 25-30 minutes focused solely on her and isn’t just about riding the clit. It involves her ENTIRE BODY. Pay close attention to her body responses to your touch, your voice, and listen to her when she’s telling you she’s enjoying it. That’s your hint to keep going.

5. If she says she’s going to cum… DONT CHANGE A THING! whatever you’re doing, stay exactly in that position. This isn’t an invitation to be a hero or fight for your life through her orgasm, and give her your all.. she wants you to stay exactly as you are.

6. AFTERCARE. My god it’s crazy how many men are absolutely spare parts when it comes to this point. It’s not an option but a necessity. Just as you wouldn’t take her to the bedroom and immediately ram it in, neither should you just abruptly end your session. You need to provide her a way of easing out of the experience and transitioning back to normal levels of functioning (chemically speaking). Also, aftercare shows her you value her for her person and not just her body. It’s so essential and men need to understand how important this time is. It helps you build a deeper connection and a better rapport with your partner, serious, casual, or otherwise.

Tip #1. As she’s about to cum, keep your motion steady and slow down a fraction to ease her into the orgasm and delay sensation.

Tip #2. Make her cum and squirt a few times before giving her the goods. Once this happens, she will cum faster every time and it will help create the sensation that her organs are rolling into each other. A truly amazing experience for her.

Ladies, let’s reblog the shit out of this and help it to reach as many men as possible. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[justaminuteimonhold]

Start the day by drinking 2 pints (water, milk, tea, coffee..) before you use the toilet.

That's your first rule, and for the rest of the day you're going to need to do that before you're allowed to use the toilet again.

Additionally, every time you use the toilet your going to add another rule before you're allowed to use it again. Each rule will follow you until the end of the day.

For example:

You must wait at least 30 minutes before using the toilet again

You must pee a little in your pants first

You must do 10 push ups first

You must pull your pants and undies down and squat over hard wood flooring or your clean laundry for 2 minutes first

If you leak enough to spill on the floor, you have a choice:

Void where you are, and start over with your rules before using the toilet again, or

Drink an extra pint and you may use the toilet immediately

At the end of the day before bed, your last rule is that you won't get up to use the toilet until your normal wake up time, at which time, you'll drink two pints 😈

[nuri148]

Distances in AoT

Or: Yams has no idea of geography and the relationship between distance and travel times in AOT makes no sense.

PART TWO: GEOMETRY AND PONIES

In the first part, we’ve seen how freaking huge the distances between the main districts of the Walls are. Here is a summary:

Center-Sina: 250 km

Sina-Rose: 130 km (Center-Rose: 380 km)

Rose-Maria: 100 km (Sina-Maria: 230 km; Center-Maria: 480 km)

To go from a District to the next on the same wall:

Along wall Sina: 393 km (352 if cutting in a straight line between the two)

Along wall Rose: 597 km (537 in a straight line)

Along wall Maria: 754 km (~720 in a light curve, as straight line not possible)

Here’s a summary of the shortest distances (combining radius and chords) between districts:

(I’ve only put the most frequently mentioned in canon)

Throughout canon, we see the characters moving between a handful of Districts. To the iniciated it may look like said travels are a tad too fast considering the means of transport that they use. It’s okay. The insta-travel effect has been seen in every other epic fictional world, be it the Middle Earth, Westeros or Narnia. And we’re willing to suspend our disbelief. But AoT has a crucial difference in that sense.

We’ve been told the exact distance between the walls. In kilometres, not some fictional or obscure, ancient measure unit. Suspending disbelief does not come easy when the numbers are exact.

It’s like when you’re watching a movie, and the hero has only 10 minutes to get to the bomb before it detonates, so he races through the streets of, say, Paris, and they go from the Louvre, to the Arc de Triomph, wreck havoc on a market along the Seine, rush through Montmartre, around the Eiffel Tower and skid to a halt when the car crashes in front of the Opera. And most people will be ok with that, but the few millions who live in or know Paris are like... Nope. That’s not possible. Not even with 007’s Aston Martin or the Batmobile. That makes absolutely no sense. It’s ten times worse if the hero is running.

Well, guess what, the Survey Corps do not travel in the Batmobile.

The Survey Corps travel by horse. On longer expeditions, they also have horse-drawn carts.

Now, if you fill up the tank of your BMW and pad your butt, you can drive the 480 km (road distance) from Berlin to Ansbach in about 4:40 hours without traffic. That’s not stopping for anything other than traffic lights, and using some of the best highways in the world. That’s an average of 102 km/h. With normal traffic, you could do that in 5:30 hours, averaging 87 km/h. That’s how long a badass modern car would take to go from Mitras to Shiganshina.

But, and this may come as a shock, a horse is not a car.

First and foremost, a horse cannot ride as fast as a car. As per the Publicly Available Information from canon, “The stable horses used by the Survey Corps are selectively bred (...) and travel for many hours without complaining. (...) Their top speed is between 75–80 km/h, and they can maintain a swift 35 km/h gallop. The horses are tenacious, able to maintain a fine speed of 20 km/h even when pulling a carriage.”

For one good thing in all this mess, numbers are in accordance with real horses. And I have no problem accepting that the SC horses are the cream of the crop when it comes to speed and resistance, like our fastest horses and most resistant horses combined. But horses, I repeat, are not cars.

Cars are machines. Horses are living, sentient beings. They cannot fill their stomach like a car a gas tank and run at top speed until it empties, rinse and repeat. They need food and water. They need shoes. They need bathroom stops (they can shit while walking, but they need to stop for pee). But mostly, they need rest. Horses can and do die of exhaustion. (And given that SC horses are super expensive, you don’t want to work them to death.)

A horse can maintain its maximum speed for only 3 km—4 for a race champion. That’s the maximum length of horse track races, actually. After such a sprint, they need to rest for a while. So even when dodging titans, you won’t do so at top speed – you just need to be faster than the enemy. Obviously, the slower the gallop, the longer the time it can be maintained, so sprinting at less-than-top-speed will allow to dodge more titans.

When you’re just travelling from point A to point B, then, you won’t waste the precious energy of the horse in a sprint. Those journeys would be made at a lower speed, for the faster you make the horse go, the more, longer stops it will need to rest, catch its breath, eat and drink. Likewise, if the horse is carrying weight, it will go slower and need more rest. Long distance horses can only cover 50–60 km per day—And before someone says endurance competition horses can run over 100–160 km in a day... that is not the same as 100 km per day, in the same way marathon runners don’t do 42 km per day; they do them in a day. The day of the race. After training specifically for that race. Then they rest for a few days. Horses are the same. Moreover, long distance endurance races have mandatory vet checks along the way to see that the horse is able to keep going. And if you have an expensive horse and no vet every 20 km to check it, you will take care not to push it, lest it collapses midway and the titans eat you.

So, considering SC horses are specially bred for endurance, we can safely equate them to long-distance working horses of our world; I’ll assume they’re the GOAT and can cover 60 km per day.

But wait! I hear some of you say. If they can go at 35 km/h, they can cover much more than 60 km a day! Er... no. Because they need to rest. They cannot trot at 35 km/h for 8 hours straight. They can’t even walk for that long without stopping to rest. Same as like Marathon runners never reach the same speeds as sprinters and middle-distance runners. 

Please note that this numbers refer to a single horse. You can cover longer distances, or cover a given distance faster, if you change your horse for a freshly rested one at given points. This is not an instant process: the new horse will have to be tacked and you’ll have to transfer the cargo, if any, from horse A to horse B (in AoT world, they cannot text the next station to have the horse tacked when they arrive). A convoy of several horses will be slightly slower and, I repeat, if there are carts, the whole convoy will be conditioned to the slowest cart (the horse/s will be slowed by the cart in the same way a car is slowed if you attach a trailer to it). In every rest station, the horse needs to be untacked and then re-tacked before continuing, same as hikers will put down their backpacks when taking a break.

For reference, The Pony Express, the fastest horse dispatch system ever, could cover 300 km per 24-hour day (they rode day and night). They managed to cover that much that by having a huge infrastracture that allowed the rider to change horses every 16-24 km, and pass the dispatch to another rider every 75 km or so. That’s 4-7 horses every 100 km.

So either AoT horses are more magical than My Little Pony ones or Yams cannot distinguish between a horse and a Ferrari.

Guess which one I’m betting on.

Side Comment: The Ferry

Talking about this with one of my fandom friends, she mentioned her bafflement that they didn’t use the ferries that we see in the first chapters evacuating people from Shiganshina to transport  themselves quickly from place to place. I thought she had a good point, so I looked into it. Thankfully for Yams though, I looked into this and it’s not really an option.

The steam engine is unknown in Paradis, so the ferries would have to be operated manually. (The publicly available info panel on the subject comes from the Lost girls OVA, so its canonicity is questionable, and it has contradictory info saying they are moved via wires along the river (as manual ferries do) but also that they are powered by the same gas as the VMG – which make little sense bc then you don’t need the wire and why not have a railway as well?). And the maximum speed a manually hauled barge can attain is not better than that of a horse. For a RL example, the fastest that horse-drawn barges travelling the Canal du Midi in the 19th century could reach was 32 hours for the 240 km ride... changing horses every 10km. Before that, it took four days. That’s 13 hours for 100 km – basically the same time it took the SC to go from Trost to Wall Maria in RtS, but without the possibility to change course if the road’s blocked or to dodge titans if they attack (and provided they had the fresh horses every 10 km, which they wouldn’t in RtS).

That said, I do think Yams totally forgot about the ferries.

Part 3

[clovesnz]

Dropping my anti-cold ruitine:

Wake up

Eat something somewhat wholesome

Drink tea

Take a covid test because I’m paranoid

Gargle salt water

Wear my crystal necklace even though I normally don’t believe in that kinda thing

Sit in the sunlight

Drink emergen c

Drink miso soup and have lunch

Take advil

Nap

Sit in the sunlight

Eat turkey for dinner lol

Drink more tea

Gargle more salt water

Drink a glass of water

Rest in bed and get up to pee every 30 minutes for a bit because of all the tea and water I just drank

Clutch my crystal necklace and pray for the universe to heal my ailments before hanging it up for the night

Take melatonin so that I don’t stay up worrying about how I will feel the next day

Repeat

[quillarchive]

The last few weeks, y'all

My mother keeps saying it's been a "tough karma weekend" and I just want to shake her and ask her does the understand that implies I deserve it??? Does she think I am a horrible person??

Anyway

Last May, I felt like I had a really nasty uti (called a "bladder infection" colloquially where I live). I went to the doc, given antibiotics of the general kind, and was tested for an actual UTI. Never got results. Called, never got an answer, etc.

Continue to be sick through June and July. With the return to work looming, I went to my regular doc in mid-July. I was given antibiotics and a test to see if there was a UTI.

The techs on the test accidentally tore the name label, making the final "e" of my last name disappear, so the test could not be run.

Doctor is making noise about cancer being more important to check for than running another infection check, and I'm referred to a specialist. He talks cancer (I'm cool, this is fine, this is fine, I mean, someone at my workplace was literally fired for missing too many days due to cancer without enough "evidence" last year, but I'm SURE IT WILL BE FINE) , then orders a CT scan and finds a HUGE KIDNEY STONE in my right kidney.

16 mm, if you are a kidney stone aficionado like myself. A stone must be under 5 mm to have a chance of passing on its own.

Now first, I have had about a dozen stones over the last 20 years, but this one was in the kidney, so it didn't hurt like a stone. It was just screwing stuff up in there, thus making the painful and sick UTI symptoms.

Secondly, this should have been dealt with back in March but whatEVS.

I put off the surgery for a few weeks because we're back to work and being out in the beginning of the year is a nightmare.

August 28, I have the procedure to break up the stone and a stent put in.

August 29, I know that something is Not Right because I am in constant, throbbing pain.

August 30, I call the doc and am, of course, completely dismissed about the whole pain issue. "That's normal" the nurse says before basically hanging up on me.

Sept. 7, 9:15 am. The stent is removed at the doctor's office. The relief is incalculable because that thing hurt like a MOTHER every second of every day.

By 1:00 I know that something is, once again, Very Wrong, because THIS time I have the HELLA OW back pain that is a kidney stone in the ol' tubes AND feel like I am (TMI) still peeing boiling acid as I have since Aug. 29. And for a special bonus, there is vomiting. (There's no fever. I haven't run a fever in two decades. My body just Does Not Care to Try That Hard.)

Call doc, leave message. Call doc at 1, leave message. Call doc at 3, leave message. Decide fine, I will drive my deeply pained and probably shouldn't be driving ass 40 minutes to the hospital ER. (An ambulance ride would be 100s of dollars, even with my pretty good health insurance, and I've already spent several hundred on this situation in copays.)

Sitting in the ER with 1/4 of the city's population, the doc's office finally calls back around 4 pm and says, "With those symptoms, you need to go immediately to the AR."

SURPRISE BENCH I'M ALREADY HERE.

Wait in the ER and have a test now and again from ~4pm to 10:30 pm. (The hospital did make sure I paid my $150 ER copay even though they had done nothing for two hours at the time. Priorities.) Make nice with the nurses, trying to figure out why I have been given zero pain meds when I have been officially referred my by doctor for a kidney stone related issue. Find out about 9 they will not give me pain meds without a urinalysis.

My dudes, my laydees, my folks who have no time for the gender binary, I had no liquid left in my poor, dehydrated, screaming body. ALSO the drink machine in the ER is closed and I am there alone, so I can't send someone to brave the streets in search of some gosh darned water. THERE IS NO WATER TO DRINK EXCEPT THE BATHROOM TAP AND NOT A SINGLE CUP AVAILABLE TO THE ILL MASSES.

A kind nurse finally gets me a cup of ice water, which I gulp down because dammIT I am in pain. Finally, peeage happens around 10:00.

It takes more than an hour to run the test and find out, wow, I have a raging infection. By this time I have had an abdominal sonogram and a CT scan, so they KNOW I have a giant obstruction! WHY DID I NEED AN INFECTION TO GET PAINKILLERS.

So I'm sitting there, crying silently in pain because you know. And the skin on my face is RIDICULOUS and literally is BURNED BY MY TEARS so I look an especial mess and no one is checking on me but I am clearly making the other pathetic ER patrons uncomfortable. Finally, the nurse I had been very politely asking for updates throughout the night comes up and asks, "Are you ready to get out of here?" and moves me, bless her, to a weird little side room with a powerful "This used to be a closet vibe." I get painkillers a little before midnight. I have been in full kidney stone pain for 11 hours.

The nurses tell me the CT scan show a 1.6 centimeter stone in my tubage. I think, "Wait, that's hardly smaller than it was," before my American brain goes back to middle school math class and says, "WAIT THAT IS EXACTLY THE SAME AS 16 MM WHAT THE H E DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS?!"

At 1:30 AM I am moved to the room and told my doc will see me in the morning.

Doc arrives ~8 am. I have had nothing to drink since midnight, so I am hoping we get this show on the road. He tries to claim the original procedure "worked" because the stone is broken up it just, you know, all JAMMED ITSELF BACK INTO A BALL as soon as the stent was out and built a little campsite complete with RAGING FIRE so we are gonna have to have another procedure under full anesthesia to pull it out and put in another stent.

I was too tired to strangle him, so I am not in jail.

I am finally taken back for surgical prep and to sign my life away around 4. I sit around for hours and finally go back to surgery ~ 7 pm.

Friends, acquaintances, and mortal enemies, I was so fricking thirsty.

ANYWAY I'm back to my room, feeling grumpy because my version of getting high from "the good stuff" is becoming Oscar the Grouch Minus Trashcan. I never get to feel all floaty and nice. Because life is a bench.

By the next morning, it is absolutely clear to me that something was VERY WRONG with the previous stent because THIS one is mildly uncomfortable, and not HELLO KNIVES TO THE GUT by my doc is just still trying to claim the first surgery was a success even though it FAILED SO BADLY I HAD A SECOND SURGERY (complete with copay). But whatever, your girl is tired, I wanna go home.

I am driven home because one can't drive on The Good Stuff. I'm home about 2 pm on Saturday afternoon, and zonk out in front of the television. Hallelujah.

Friend gives me a ride to the ER parking lot on Sunday to get my car. This means I haven't taken pain pills, but I'm not feeling the need since there is, apparently, nothing wrong with this fnjdksbhkbgiywebubWOEING stent unlike the first one. We pull up, I hop out and turn the key in my lovely little toy car.

AND IT DOES NOT START.

IT HAS DIED JUST SITTING IN THE ER PARKING LOT.

WHAT THE HELL ROSALEE??? I THOUGHT WE LOVED EACH OTHER!! I KNOW I KEEP TOO MUCH JUNK IN THE BACKSEAT BUT THIS???

Now, I do not have my cellphone because I somehow didn't plug it in last night and it was dead this morning. I am blaming the grouchy morphine. My jumper cables are, I realize, hanging in my garage, and my friend doesn't have any. We take her car to go buy jumper cables. Return to the ER parking lot, where we have become an entertaining show for the security personnel stuck out by the front entrance, drinking coffee and most likely taking bets on jumping the toy battery inside my toy car, which is stupidly difficult to get hooked up to the cables.

While I am waging war, a lovely mechanic walks by (female presenting person by open car hood looking pitiful generally leads to this in my area, and I appreciate it) and finally! Rosalee is running!

My friend insists on following me back to the auto place Just in Case only she leaves her phone in my car somehow and I have NO phone and we completely misunderstand what was supposed to happen and lose each other to driving the 2 miles between ER and Auto Zone several times trying to figure out where the heckadoodle the other person IS.

Every time you go through the ER parking lot, it costs $2 to get out. Just. As a bonus.

BUT FINALLY we met up at the AutoZone, and of course my Toy Battery is only available in one premium style (because toy cars are a pain in the klodney; my toy car also comes with impossible-to-find TOY TIRES, I kid you not, do not trust online reviews and research when you are a vehicle luddite). But that's okay! It's fine! The wonderful, knowledgeable tech installs it, my friend and I part ways with only minimal frustrated crying, she has her phone, I have my car, and I DRIVE HOME TO MY HOUSE AND GO TO BED FOREVER AND EVER AMEN.

Except I have to get everything ready for work tomorrow, so.....I'm awake again.

And my mother keeps insisting it's a "bad karma experience" and I'm just

DO YOU THINK I AM A SERIAL KILLER OR SOMETHING I LITERALLY DO NOT SQUASH SPIDERS.

Anyway, have a nice week, everyone, I am going back to bed until 6 in the ack emma.

Bai.

[night-yoarrbe]

things that happened in my last d&d session that will forever be stuck in my brain:

when we were holding my character's funeral and the tiefling barbarian started his speech by saying "now i know that this isn't ideal" and then went on to describe how, while he knew i wasn't going to hell, if i somehow did, he would personally make sure i would be having a good time.

the cleric in our group going literally insane due to a sanity mechanic we frequently use and during her mental breakdown exclaiming that her best friend (another pc) was never her friend and they should go away.

them then reconciling and during said interaction the other player character saying "you're everything, gwyn"

our entire group (consisting of a ghost, a druid wild shaped into a horse, the literal devil, a normal ass human, an aetherborn, and a hexblood) walking into a brothel and it immediately seemed like we wanted to do things with the horse.

us spending 20 minutes trying to convince the secretary that - no, we don't want to fuck the horse, we promise.

also the dm describing what our group looks like and it feeling like the start of a really bad joke. "a horse, a ghost, and the devil walk into a brothel)

our one month old aetherborn bard walking around said brothel and knocking on every single door until he found the npc that owned it.

one player going pee literally every 30 minutes during our 8 hour long session.

[jasonwhithamauthor]

Turn and Burn Mercy (Part 4)

“Rise and shine!”

The proclamation startled me awake. There was an immediate stinging pain, the same tear-inducing torment as the day before.

“Ahhh!” I complained, trying to shield myself with my arms and the blanket.

“No, no, no, Sir. Says here you need thirty minutes every morning before breakfast from now on,” announced the voice, apparently an attendant with no bedside manner, reading instructions from one of their tablets. He was certainly not a benevolent angel sent from God. How this mere mortal didn’t feel the need to introduce himself and felt perfectly comfortable entering my room and tugging my light-shielding blanket away greatly perplexed my more common senses.

“Why is this needed?” I demanded. “I had one of these so-called treatments yesterday.”

“Regrettably, I’m not a genius AI billionaire, but rest assured, Mr. Crouch, the Thrashes have extremely high success rates.”

Suddenly, a hard plastic cuff was attached to my right arm, then my left arm, and they were yanked apart and down to my sides.

“Ah, stop!” I barked. My whole body was lurched back and pinned to the bed, tightened like a shoelace.

I immediately made my feelings known about this constraint after realizing I was immobilized down to my midsection. “Well, the good news is that I believe I have a healthy, plentiful amount of pee. The bad news is that my arms seem to be restricted, and I’m stuck to this bed. Could you kindly pull down my pants and align your face with my stream?” I was proud of the calm restraint of my tone and a ten-out-of-ten snarky delivery, considering the circumstances and because I’m not much of a morning person anyway.

“Ha. I heard you were funny. Do you also like to laugh?”

“I’m into it, specifically the kind of laugh that makes people question my sanity.”

“Mmm, okay.” I think I heard him write something on his tablet. “Well, good news, you’re scheduled for some laughter yoga today.”

“I don’t exercise,” I replied sternly. “What else?”

“Activities, really, nothing here is optional, Mr. Crouch. It’s part of the deal you signed up for when you came here.” He insisted, “You will be doing outdoor laughter yoga, acupuncture with essential oils and soothing music, and art analysis today.”

Being in captivity because I never earned enough money to go to a normal hospital was humiliating, and not knowing how much more quackery I would need to endure before they would set me free was fretful. I became increasingly depressed during the 30-minute cornea-burning session.

“Can I just speak with someone?” I had to catch myself, afraid I might start crying in front of this attendant.

“Someone?” He challenged.

“Yeah, to explain whatever it is I have… why I have to... I mean, what these procedures are for?”

“No. I know you were given the opportunity to talk to a molecular nutritionist, but patients don’t normally get to speak with doctors at these facilities. It makes things more streamlined.”

“It would help a lot if I could…”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Crouch, but my tablet indicates that further communication with the doctors is prohibited.”

I realized I did this to myself, arguing with the molecular nutritionist. At the time, there didn’t seem to be any harm in letting off some clever quips in the fight for dignity. The guy wasn’t going to let me have any tasty food anyway.

“Jeez. Can’t anyone take a joke?” I complained, voice cracking. How embarrassing.

“Joke? Says here that you verbally abused him?”

“No, no. I mean, I cursed but…”

“Well, there’s your answer. We just don’t have time for that kind of belligerent and unruly behavior. Now, get up,” he demanded, “It’s time to eat your smoothie.”

The confirmation that I screwed myself made me feel exceedingly despondent. Hopelessness quickly gripped me, like when I tried to argue with my former boss to keep me on, even just for a couple more months. Seemed like it was yesterday, but it had now happened nearly half a year ago. With no will to fight, I held my nose and poured the pond-scum smoothie down the hatch and complied with the attendant’s other orders.

How humiliating it was to be doing stretching exercises in tight-fitting spandex. While uniformly donned by all the yoga participants, self-esteem was not. I knew my finest points were not the high-definition shapes that the material revealed.

Furthermore, the roaming attendants wouldn’t just come close and describe how we should correct or improve our yoga poses. No, they would touch our legs, arms, backs… press, hold, and force us into deeper stretches. Attendant Ralph seemed like he was on top of me the whole session.

And, oh, God! I wanted Him to end my misery with a rapid neck twist when I heard the instructor’s jokes. One of them was, “What did one ocean say to the other? Nothing. They just waved.” Ugh, the roars she got from her corny jokes were unbelievable. I was briefly grateful when a short Chinese man led me away to my next activity.

“Sit hee-ah, sit hee-ah,” he commanded with a heavy accent and a finger pointed to a padded table. Once I figured out what he was saying, I sat down on it.

Then, he looked deep into my eyes and ordered, "Open yoah mouth weed and steek aht yoah tong."

“Why?”

“Do ahz I seh.”

I did, and with lightning-fast reflexes, he grabbed my tongue.

My reflex was to try and grab his hand, but he swatted mine away. "Noh, I moost chek."

After some time of him rubbing and holding it, I started to get worried.

Then, he instructed, “Yoo lie down. Ree-lax.”

“Wha… What’s that in your hand?” I stuttered nervously, noticing something that looked potentially very painful.

"Uh tin stair-uhl nee-dull. Yoo noh woh-ree. Yoo feel ohn-lee a ting-luh. Juhst kloh-suh yohr ahys. Lie back."

I couldn’t though. “Where are you going to stick those?” I asked.

"Es-tee three-six, El one, El fourteen, Es-pee six, Gee-vee twenty, El-vee three… meh-nee poynts." He was pointing all along my stomach.

“Why though?”

"Eet foh yor Qi."

“My cheek, too?”

“Noh, yor Qi,” he corrected.

“What is that?”

Now holding up the threatening needle, he barked like a man of much greater stature, "Eh-nuff kwest-shunz. Yoo lee bahk aw yoo noh leek soh much. Lee bahk. Lee bahk.”

Intimidated, I lied back and squeezed my eyes, bracing myself for the pain.

There was just a slight prick. Then, another. Then, another. I peeked to discover the long needles sticking out of me. The man had another in his hand and looked like he was about to stick me again. I flinched. He turned and glared. “Noh. Kloh-suh yohr ahys. Kloh-suh yohr ahys. Tirty meen-its. Tirty meen-its.”

I started feeling some sensations of heaviness, warmth, and tingling at the needle sites. I wasn’t sure what the effect was supposed to be, but it wasn’t too bad.

The scent of lavender became very heavy a few minutes after all the needles were in. There was also a piney citrusy aroma that reminded me of a chicken dish my mother used to make. This helped me calm down some.

[jodilin65]

I'm so glad that 2024 is now gone, but I'm afraid to get too hopeful for 2025. I'd like to think that this year I will reclaim my nose, get a CPAP and get used to it, regain my energy, and finally get ahead financially without things constantly coming up to set us back. The problem is that I've had enough life experience to know that life rarely goes as planned. It's also common sense and goes without saying that the less money you have, the harder it is.

I would just settle for sleeping normally and having enough energy to function! I mean really, literally function. No one my age should have to struggle just to clean their house and do simple, everyday things. I'd also like to think that Vanessa will become the new Aly, even though no one could ever replace Aly.

Time goes so fast when you get older, but at the same time, it's creeping by slowly—at least for me. When you're retired and don’t have many possibilities for your future, time seems to drag on. Especially when you have health and sleep issues. Time definitely slows down when you don't feel well, whether physically or emotionally.

If I’m completely honest with myself, I don’t hold out much hope for significant change in the year to come—or possibly for the rest of my life. Time is moving both fast and slow. While it’s crawling, it also feels like just yesterday when COVID hit, and that’s already been half a decade ago.

That black pickup that was parked on us is in Ray’s driveway again, and Ray is beside it but not up against our driveway. I saw him exit his vehicle with a woman. I don’t know if the guy driving the black pickup is staying with him as well or just parking there. I’m guessing he’s staying with a friend of Ray’s who also lives here.

I don’t normally make New Year’s resolutions, but this year I’m determined not to reach out to those who don’t reach out to me. I totally respect people’s decision not to reach out if that’s what they choose, but I don’t want to hear from anyone anymore only because I reached out to them first. If they don’t care enough or desire enough to take the initiative, then they won’t hear from me again. I’m putting the ball in their court and leaving it up to them. It just doesn’t feel right anymore for me to always be the one to reach out, even if people respond. The older I get, the pickier I become when it comes to dealing with people—both online and offline.

I was watching a movie earlier, and there was an older woman in it who was gorgeous despite her age. She had those nice, deep, dark eyes I like and was attractive overall. I couldn’t help but think how much I’d be crushing on her if I still had those fun hormones that have long since faded.

Enjoy your youth if you’re young because it’s all going to hell eventually! Once you’re over 50, everything changes. Well, it slowly starts before that, but I’d say the late 40s is when things really start heading south—and I don’t just mean the boobies. Not that I didn’t have my share of problems in my 20s and 30s, but I definitely miss some aspects of those years. Now, I can’t see, I’m fat, it takes forever to pee, my libido is a joke, my skin is tissue-thin, and even my hair isn’t what it used to be. And I’m stuck on a medication for life that can make my life hell if I’m not careful. 

Speaking of fat, I’m not heavy enough for weight-loss drugs. You have to be truly obese for that. Even if I qualified, I’m not sure I’d have the guts to try it. I’m not going to lose any more weight on my own unless I drastically cut calories to compensate for my sluggish metabolism. Yes, I’d like to be healthier, but I also don’t want to spend every other minute of my life starving. I think I’ll just be grateful for the 10 pounds I lost by cutting out sugar and call it good enough. 

I still eat some of the wrong foods at times, but hey, we all crave variety now and then. Normally, I prefer healthy stuff over junk, but eating the same few things every day gets old. I can’t branch out too much, though, because I have to watch things like cholesterol, sodium, and even foods that affect thyroid health or nasal polyps. It looks like one of the reasons my nose is acting up again isn’t just because of the alcohol I had (I finished it and won’t be getting more for a while), but also the Vienna sausages I got. I wanted a snack for when I needed more than just a quick bite but didn’t want a whole meal. But processed meats, along with things like sugar, dairy, and some other foods, are on the no-no list for polyps because they cause swelling and inflammation. For my latest Walmart order, I tried to pick a good variety of healthy and anti-inflammatory foods. 

As tired as I am, it’s too soon to sleep, so I guess I’ll go see if my chat buddy is around.

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

12.23.24 Monday ---Prayer Vow for nana as early as 7am...

6:21 am

Still,have windblow...

Waiting for 7am and waiting for my alarm here in my phone at 6:30 am, just wanna know if it will ring... Thank God,angels awaken me few minutes ago...

6:34 am

Still,have windblow...

Back to normal, my phone alarm as well as my actual alarm clock... Good thing this am!

I hope I can have a new phone, oh! Please Santa hear me... Drinking my first cup of coffee today.

6:57 am

Still,have windblow...

3 minutes to go before 7am... For prayer vow for nana...

8:48 am

Still,have windblow...

I wish and I want a burnt "cheese cake" but it is expensive in SM....Whew! I still considered myself, broke. I wanna go to L.A. with my cousin white and get some perfection on my nose, in time...My plans are all over-lapping...

9:28 am

Still,have windblow...

Still,waiting for the pillow for nana,coz Uncle Jun texted me... He thought I will go there today, still waiting for nana's butt pillow. She can't go here in the house if she is still on NGT... I will bring her bedsore pillow from my allowance given by Uncle Jun sent by Aunt Teresa to them...

I told Uncle Jun to take it seriously the possible bedsore...

9:58 am

Still,have windblow...

This is a bit hellish after 2 trials,finally I got this polygel! My very first art on polygel!!!

10:27 am

Still,have windblow...

Very army... Very classic... No sickness this New Year... Every new year,John was always sick... I hope this New Year we kick the negative force...

Iove you baby-John...

11:31 am

Still,have windblow...

I'm stress doing this polygel plus some items in Lazadah stress me so much...

11:38 am

Still,have windblow...

In times having long nails you need to use the hands of your bf to wash your vagina,after peeing....Hahah...

3:50 pm

Still,have windblow...

I don't know,why I do this...Hmm.....There are fake nails that I can put in an instant... Hmm... Probably, I wanna have some challenge. Not easy to do on your own... It is hellish and you need time and patience...

This is good in a salon.... It is like real nails,amazing but diy is hellish...

Not yet well-polished... It is like amalgam on teeth....

5:58 pm

Still,have windblow...

Finally, I made it though not yet perfect but it is not obvious that it is not perfect yet...

This is the first time I use a polygel... I somehow got the technique when angels gave me some idea just to over-flow it the polygel then put the nails plastics molder. I just figured it out late... My mistake at first I tried molding coz there are some parts that are crack, it is my first time today...

It is like your true nails, amazing coz it looks real and feels real as well...

Once you master this polygel,I think this is cool! I put a repetitive layer coz of some cracks so it is not good...

So, it is not right to put the polygel on the nail molder coz I tried but it wasn't effective to me. For me the best is to put the polygel directly on the nail just over flow it like angels told me and remove the excess on the sides...

6:21 pm

Still,have windblow...

You see women on youtube when they show stuff and tap their nails, I think they are bragging their fake but looks real polygel nail that if ever they made it on their own, they are able to harden their nails...

Ohkay pukez ( vaginaz) ! I'm gonna unzip it....Why, not get a surgery and it feels natural as it is.... Get a boobs or enhance your nose or be pretty and nice... Just be nice and do whatever!

10:08 pm

Still,have windblow...

My brown fur pouch is missing? I think I left it there in the living room, angels...

10:46 pm

Still,have windblow...

I don't like those kind of people... I'm not comfortable leaving stuff with my family here... I will always feel paranoid.

I really love my nana....I want her to live more, seriously... But with other family members I'm not comfortable, if these character will continue.

It stress me so much... I don't wanna be Ma. Clarissa Manotoc Marcos it is just a stress in life...

I wanna be in Araneta's group as Wapiti Araneta, I want a peaceful and high character or high life if I can...

This is just a membership here in the Philippines society...

Call me Wappy, angels... I really like stuff and I have the right to have stuff and gain new friends who are having sanity...

I feel self-pity on stuff and hating it if someone is getting my stuff...

It stresses me so much if someone is taking my stuff without asking permission.

Again, even that simple brown,fur pouch they don't know there is a sentimental value on that like the missing cup here few weeks ago...

[thedancemostofall]

ann friedman on 75 nice things to do for yourself

75 NICE THINGS TO DO FOR YOURSELF

Stop looking at your phone first thing in the morning. Just stare around your room for a few minutes first.

Get up an hour early and let yourself watch bad TV while you eat a hot breakfast and leisurely get dressed. 

Eat an edible + 60 min reflexology session.

Stick to exercise that you enjoy and let go of the stuff that feels like a chore.

Prioritize consistency over intensity in exercise.

Get a nice haircut!!

Keep dumplings in the freezer.

Take fart walks.

Get an ergonomic desk setup for work. Doesn’t have to be fancy, just adjust until everything is actually at the correct height for your body!

Grant yourself permission to wear clothes that aren't "flattering." You don't owe anyone a particular body shape or size. 

Let yourself cry. 

Do a small creative project on your lunch break. 

Practice the mantra “I’m still learning.”

If you notice yourself judging, reframe it as a neutral statement. "That woman is wearing a cop-top", or "that guy is eating a donut.”

Put yourself in time-out when you’re feeling irritable. Rather than push through, cancel your plans, sit quietly, and feel better.

Set an alarm every 30 minutes while you work to make sure you take plenty of breaks and breaths.

Allow 10-15 minutes of movement to “count.” Little movements more often.

Take a day of PTO every month to do nothing.

Quit things you don't want to do. Not just saying no beforehand, like actually stopping mid-activity if you aren't enjoying it. 

Share positive things you think about other people.

Take quiet weeks after social weeks. 

Delete TikTok and Instagram.

When you have a work trip, go a day early and stay in a hotel alone.

Reintroduce things you loved when you were younger (swimming, singing, tennis, drawing).

Masturbate, the ultimate form of self care.

Put "outside days" on the calendar months in advance and then follow through.

Change to a more gender-affirming shower gel scent.

Stare out the window and do nothing for a moment.

Make a list of fun, normal, and hard things you hope to do in a week (sorted by category) and pick a few from each category every day to accomplish. 

Don’t hold your pee for anyone! Go when you need to go.

Buy new underwear more often.

Refill your prescriptions automatically.

Get a backpack you don't hate. 

Go analog regularly—write by hand, listen to vinyl, etc.

Take a breath before reacting.

Smile whenever you see yourself in the mirror.

Ask a friend to do a hard thing with you.

Use mouthwash. Your gums will be THRILLED. 

Get a weekly babysitter.

Schedule time with friends and stick to it. 

Use ChatGPT to help you compose emails and texts when you need to address conflict but feel scared about hurting people’s feelings! Helps deal with conflict rather than avoid it.

Switch to NA beers/drinks on the weekdays.

Do not apologize for things that aren’t actually your fault. 

Light candles. Amazing how helpful it can be to stay grounded when activating your sense of smell. 

Get to sink zero (aka no dirty dishes) every work night.

Tell someone about a thing that’s difficult for you.

Switch doctors if yours is making you feel bad.

Schedule a “life admin date” with yourself to pay bills, make appointments, respond to tough emails.

Let yourself say, “I don’t know.” Give yourself more time to think, more time to be unsure, more time in general.

Leave the party when you’re ready.

Stop weighing yourself.

Soak in hot water (Korean spas, hot springs, baths, etc).

Roll your glutes. 

Try needlepoint or knitting to watch TV without simultaneously scrolling on your phone.

Spend more time with your friends without drinking.

Buy multiple pairs of glasses. Wearing glasses every day inevitably irritates the nose, ears, eyes. Having different pairs to rotate makes such a difference. 

Reframe household chores as messages to yourself that your comfort is worth the effort.

Set a timer to clean up and STOP when the timer stops.

Write out what three things matter most to you right now.

Stop giving 110% at work and dial it down to 80%. Honestly no one will even know.

Acknowledge when everything feels like too much and take a day to reset if you can. 

Stop reading the news like it’s your job.

Embrace slutting.

Add pumps to everything in the shower.

Keep your warmest blanket nicely folded in the living room so it's always right there when you need it.

Almost always have music on in your house.

Practice self-compassion by telling yourself "I'm a good person having a hard time."

Let yourself eat frozen/instant/fast food when you’re busy and tired, even though it doesn't fit the aesthetic of what we've been told is a successful life. Always keep a supply of Cool Ranch Doritos on hand.

Do the 5-minute tasks the moment you think of them, don’t put them off.

Sleep in a separate bedroom from your partner if you want to.

Try a magnesium sleep cocktail at night.

Give yourself a little facial massage.

Plug in your phone outside the bedroom. Only read fiction after 8pm.

Remind yourself to “start with half.” Applies to so many things.

Stop trying to find a perfect self-care routine and just try to do something every day to make yourself and the world more loving.

This list made me feel such tenderness for all of you!! I didn’t include a lot of your submissions that actually felt huge to me (quitting a job, committing to therapy, getting sober, taking a sabbatical, major health breakthroughs) because I was trying to stay true to the “little things” framing of the question. But, as one of you wrote, “Respectfully, in my recent experience none of it is small.”