#LOTS of pressure to put on a 50 year old infant

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Din Djarin 🤝 Jango Fett

letting their baby drive

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And further thoughts about the yaoi paddles.

If you’re under 20, and just now learning that fandom seniors in their late 20s, 30s, 40s, even low 50s, used to run around slapping eachother on the ass with yaoi paddles in anime and comic conventions after anime became a household media staple, you probably have.. questions.

You’re probably thinking, “Wow!! It was really lawless and anarchistic back then, wasn’t it! They never heard about personal space or sexual harassment laws! SOCIETY must have been SO different, back then!”

NO. I cannot stress enough, the Yaoi Paddle phenomenon was borne PURELY because the demographic MOST LIKELY to protest and be wet blankets about everything fun and sexual and admittedly VERY SKETCHY sometimes in fiction, and ALWAYS bad in reality.. turned off and said virtually nothing. Wokesters that’d protest about the environment and sexual assault against women would take off their Problem Glasses by night and act like paddling was harmless, contextually acceptable behavior.

Yaoi Paddle shit appeared because something absolutely magical happened in scifi and fantasy fandoms. It survived purely because boys didn’t complain, or their complaints were not taken seriously. I promise you, I assure you, if you grew up in the late 80s, your night time TV was INUNDATED with heavy handed messages about how sexual harassment (always male-on-woman flavored) was wrong, even proxy or indirect violence to women (tossing rubber gloves in their lap) was wrong, and to never, ever, ever do that thing or they’d rub your nose in it and consider you mentally diseased until the day you died.

Fandom was always niche, with sci-fi and fantasy stuff being off in its own little corner. Conventions, before the internet was king, was one of few places where more rural, disparate suburban and city-definition isolated geeks, nerds and dreamers could get together and just cut loose. Comic books, novels, video games. All that GOOD shit. But if you knew a girl in the 80s and 90s, you knew a girl that knew a girl that was getting them to be less tolerant and “more conscious and aware” (80s and 90s parlance for Woke) and when that happened, a new persona was created. A new bunch of dialogue options, created.

Suddenly they didn’t say stuff like, “Ew. Why is this character dressed like a SLUT? Typical male writers. Like we’d ever draw ourselves in this or put ourselves in this.” Because that’d be a personal, subjective opinion. Instead, the option to say, “It’s endemic in our western culture that male chauvinist authors and writers in a patriarchal system exploit femininity in media and reproduce misogynistic culture.”

And so assured this was true by mob mentality AND the idea that learned, educated, acredited and tenured academics had this opinion, they were scientists, and so they were right, permeated. Suddenly girl-fans had outlets to have justified apprehension for everything they saw and didn’t like or, if they actually liked it, STILL interpreted it through their lenses to be on, “the right side of history.”

It made fandom miserable and a sausage fest for a while, if only out of fear of driving away female friends. You couldn’t share that shit unless you knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that your female peers and friends wouldn’t disregard you like a “typical misogynistic western male” for enjoying that stuff.

Sentiments and peer pressure thoughts emerged. Like, “The comic industry is hostile and cruel to women that try and enter it, and they exploit the image of women for cheap dollars.” So they simply weren’t interested in comics- mostly- unless the comics were written by women and sold with that virtue in mind. In which case, you had boys glowingly mentioning just how much they liked this authentically written adventure by this female comic author. Isn’t that just so special? Not like those horrid anti-woman cigar smoking old man stories, right?

There was always something to nag and get vitriolic about with the media. That’s part of why the Whedon brand of feminist writing got so popular in the 90s. it was low hanging fruit of peppy “sassy” girl characters doing girly things. They weren’t like “other” girls written in comics and cartoons. They were actually girly. Not idealized infantalized children, like those horrible white men write, you know.

Well. Things were looking really bleak for the forseeable future. Lots of boys just felt like comics and cartoons were lost to girls that weren’t specifically into them, and that meant more sausage fest conventions or hobbies, and signing off hope on those things being respected and accepted on the merits of what they are and were. The girls had embraced serials-filed-off radfem rhetoric and lenses, sometimes without even knowing the origins of where those truisms like the Male Gaze even came from, just assuming it was true and indisputable. And it complimented their insecurities, so they’d embrace that shit until they couldn’t anymore.

And then.. something absolutely miraculous and amazing happened that blindsided this whole vitriolic culture.

Anime.

And amazingly, every complaint that a lot of nerdy girls had about the very much sanitized, policed and made PG writing and characterization of characters in western comics and cartoons, just... fucking up and vanished. Seemingly within a fucking YEAR, the entire social culture of Problem Finders, finding everything wrong about these stories, the characters, the writer and the company that produced them being misogynistic male chauvinism, dried up. Those voices quieted, or were shut out of the groups.

Media from Japan was some of the most infantilizing, sexist, tittelating shit compared to mainstream American comics and cartoons and video games, and girls fluttered to it like flies to shit. We had Buffy basically subverting boogymen that a bunch of girls had been taught were still relevant after the 1950s by fighting crime in melee combat with men, and winning, while wearing jogging pants and cracking sassy, like Lola Bunny being a “tough girl.”

Japan had doe eyed, waif bodied ballet dancers that basically farted iridescent glitter, hearts and all the symbols and shapes of the Lucky Charms, riding unicorns and fighting evil in cute outfits. Being childish and not at all mature or professional to show how womanly and competent they were, basically being overgrown 11 year old girls fresh off the playground swing set.

And the fangirls loved it. Those nagging voices that would speak up and remind them about misogynistic, male chauvinistic “societies” and culture? Just.. they fucking VANISHED from the mind for AN ENTIRE GENERATION. I’m not exaggerating. Tolerance and fun and innocence was back again. The problem-glasses felt too ostracized and alienated, or didn’t even want to wear them anymore for personal reasons, and the Radfem Baby Wokes just seemed to grow out of that collective hysteria and pretend it never happened and never existed.

That’s why the very EXISTENCE of Yaoi Paddles at conventions was just so fucking bizarre to those of us that lived up to that point. After, “Stay in your own personal space, boy. DON’T even TOUCH a GIRL unless she VERBALLY AND PUBLICLY CONSENTS or it’s proof you’re just living up to this misogynistic, objectifying society’s evil history!” was drilled into us, day on the playground by day on the playground, by women with axes to grind and good-boy sycophants performing sharing those sentiments for brownie points, it was so fucking surreal to IMAGINE girls just running around sexually assaulting and physically assaulting random strangers because they thought they looked like cute, gay men.

It wasn’t that they didn’t know any better beforehand, it’s that they COMPLETELY put those sentiments away and up and decided, as girls, it was okay to violate male autonomy because they weren’t women, and “it’s okay to paddle a yaoi boy ^.^!” With NO self-awareness whatsoever.

The very fact it existed is testament to how attention starved boys were for girls approving gaze and playful interaction, that they’d tolerate some pocky fingered little cow stranger smacking them on the ass with a plank of wood because it was a socially acceptable way to just interact with girls in their lonely assed fandom and interest. It was an acceptable way to meet girls and positively interact. That’s the degrading bullshit boys said virtually nothing about at the hayday of yaoi paddles, purely to be welcoming to girls in anime and hentai approving spaces.

WE GREW UP hearing and watching horror stories and boogymen stories about true crime and sitcoms and crime shows about evil evil men violating the personal space of women for lewd and lecherous reasons. We had it drilled into our heads that the tolerance for boys and men doing that was negatives, and the general sentiment was men caught doing that (to women, or children of any sex) were effectively free game for any violence you personally felt like unloading on them, confident that in such outraged rape and sexual assault hating times, juries would excuse that passion as a defense.

So if you look back on the era of Yaoi Paddles and think. “WOW. That must be like driving cars before they invented seat belts and cough medicine before they invented the drug safety and scheduling legal system!”.. NO.

It was not like the 50s-70s, where many of the rules hadn’t been written yet so it was anarchy and chaos. Yaoi Paddles existed almost PURELY because girls HAD no rules if they didn’t want to respect them. The Yaoi Paddle phenomenon flew in direct opposition to how interactions were supposed to go, and ABSOLUTELY NO ONE would tolerate the reverse; no cis straight man could walk around randomly smacking women on the ass with a plank of even foam in pantomime, or ‘floating hand’ pretending to be a perverted character. The double standard was GLARING. The Double Standard was a fucking bugbear that had grown from a tiny screaming goblin and was now hanging upside down from the ceiling, roaring.

But because it was GIRLS inflicting it on BOYS, absolutely no party cared enough to raise a stink about it. The Radfems kept their mouths shut, because boys were the recipients. The Radfem Sympathizers really wanted to spank boys, so suddenly they couldn’t find their problem glasses and instead put on their neko ears. The boys were either stoic and amused by it or really wanted to be seen as cool and not buzzkills, so they tolerated to reveled in it.

Many times when you hear about things that happened either when you were a child just too young to really personally experience a thing, or before you were born, we’re quick to assume it’s a medieval place and the people were so uncultured as to have never pondered the social problems of spanking one another on the ass unprovoked. Violation of personal space, personal sovereignty- all that. That was NOT okay at the time. It happened because fujoshi decided it was okay and nobody argued with them to not do hat, or they were told to stop and did it anyway.

And as I’ve laid it out, that is the most bizarre and surreal element to the whole thing. They DID know better, but felt it didn’t apply to THEM because they were girls, and a girl slapping a boy on the ass “as a joke” didn’t mean anything- because it wasn’t happening TO them, FROM a man.

And irony of ironies, it was NEVER okay, EVER, throughout that entire era, for the reverse to be a thing. It was very specifically and exclusively not. As a man if you ran around slapping cute looking girls with the Yuri Paddle, you goin’ to either juvy hall, or prison, boi. Both sexes knew it. And yet, yaoi paddles STILL became a thing.

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Oh, Blessed Child of Our Gods

Monsta X

Shin Hoseok [Wonho] /Reader

Genre: Demon AU, Violence, Romance, Smut

Words: 13k 

When Demons came to Earth, they had opened up a realm of impossibilities. The worlds were out of balance, with Demons running a muck from Hell and Earth, so the Heaven’s were sent to correct the issue, not sending Angels though.  Which each infant born, few are marked by the Gods.  The Gods created a temple, one that only Blessed Children may go through at any time of their life.  There are a total of 6 blessed children currently known, the strongest of them blessed by 8 gods.  However, what if a child walked through every gate of that temple, blessed by the entire Heavens.  And what if choose a Demon instead the life of a Blessed Child? 

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The Temple of The Blessed.  It was a Temple with 20 gates, all leading up into the center where it’s rumored to be the gateway to the Heavens.  One’s been able to prove this though, as there has not yet been a single child who has made it that far.  The farthest a child has come to the center is gate 14, blessed by 8 Gods.  For every two gates passed, that’s one blessing from a single god, as 10 Gods had helped build this temple before disappearing back among the sky.  

Blessed Children are those who are touched by the gods when they are born, the sound of their cries attracting the gods; the highest on the social pyramid of the Earth.  Yet, these children are exceedingly rare to happen upon.  Once a Blessed Child is born and has passed through their gates, they can then have the option of marking one single person.  By marking a person, they are claiming protective rights as well as a sense of status over their name.  They would be by the Child’s side until the mark is lifted; they are known as the Marked Ones.  Each Blessed Child has a Marked One by their side.

It’s said that when that when one truly, Blessed Child comes into the world and passes through all 20 gates, they will banish the Demon’s back into Hell and seal off Heaven’s gates and destroy the temple for good.  Resorting Earth back to it’s original human populous.  But, even the oldest of prophesy's can be rewritten. 

You had been walking around the city, trying your best to ignore the ignorant shouting and preaching of the public Priests, trying to ‘peacefully protest’ against the populous of Demons. Trying to rid them away by shouting and praising their oh so mighty Gods in Heaven who will one day bless them with a Child to fix their unruly, tainted, ugly Earth.  

It was total garbage.  They could shove aluminum cans into their mouths and it’d make more sense as to why they were eating something like that than the stupid biblical words they keep yapping on and on again.  

You were human, not Demon by far, but you refused the ways of the Gods.  Demons had been among the human race for nearly 5 decades. it was 2031 for Christ sake! 50 years with them and only 6 Blessed Children with no leader among them didn’t seem like good odds for getting them back into Hell.  Not like you had anything against Demon’s to begin with.  If anything, you hated Humans.  

You hated that you were like other humans in ways.  Unable to breath underwater, being burned by fire, glass cutting your finger and bleeding until you covered it with a bandage.  Demons had impeccable healing abilities, could stand harsh conditions and had other means of survival than food.  Many Demons had adapted into a human-like life style, and you wondered how anyone could stomach that.  

So, it wasn’t unusual to you that your small group of friends were also Demons. Not a human among them. This of course made your life difficult.  Your parent’s shunning you, your classmates and scholars all shaming you, bulling you for siding with the ‘Evil’, but they were just naive.  

You were pulled from your annoyance that is your reeling about the sins of the world when the earpiece lodged into your ear began relentlessly beeping.  Wincing, you quickly flipped a small switch on it to open up a communication.  

X-43B, that was the model number printed on the side of yours. It was modeled after what the older generates of decades ago called a Bluetooth, but it was much more flamboyant.  Receiving calls, accessing the internet through a small projection that would be shown through a small private screen when activated, even video calls seemed more extravagant.  They can even be hooked up to game consoles or other peoples communicators for impossibly wide possibilities of entertainment. 

“Is there a reason why one of you little Demons changed my ringtone to a horrible sound that will surely make me go deaf?!”  You screamed into the line before even mustering a hello.  There was multiple laughter coming through the other end as you hissed. 

“Girl, if only you put that lock on it like I keep telling you, you’d learn your lesson.”  You rolled your eyes as you switched the setting to the call to stream a video feed.  A transparent image of your best friend popped up, a grin on his face as you saw 3 other figures behind him, still giggling away.  “You finally out of your stupid human classes?” 

“Listen Wonho,” it wasn’t his real name, but he had preferred this name over his birth name.  “College is important for me okay, I have to keep my academic grade up if I even want to think about a career nowadays.” 

“Why?  All they do is bully you. And I thought it wasn’t that hard to grab a job as a human?  Just sign out an application thing and boom, employment.”  You shook your head.  Your demon friends all went to school, but after too much stress, pressure and segregation from being Demon’s they all dropped out.  They weren’t taught the old and new ways of the human life style.  

“That was back in like the 20s, Wonho.  Now, you have to have sufficient academic studies, go through medical exams, a series of tests to prove that you’re not actually a Demon, a lot of stuff.”  

“That’s completely stupid,” he huffed.  “You should just forget that and come live with us!  We can keep you fed and housed and you won’t even been bullied anymore!” 

“As much as living in your giant, Demon infested dorm sounds just grand,” your voice dripped in sarcasm, “I know for a fact that I couldn’t handle living with all 7 of you at once at this point in time. I’d physically rip my hair out.” 

“But Y/N~!”  He whined.  He always did this when it came to you saying no.  But, you were well passed the point of waving his stupid pout off.  Or so you kept telling yourself.  You’d never admit that you had a soft spot for it, or him for that matter.  Besides, it’s unheard of for a human to fall for a Demon.  Never once has it happened, and you won’t let your stupid human emotions ruin anything else for you.  

“I’m heading over there now, and unless you don’t want me to stop and get you guys food, you’ll stop whining.”  You threatened as you hung your finger over the switch of your X-43B and flipped it, ending the call.  The transparent image of the handsome man was gone and you sighed.  You had your bag on your back, filled with heavy books and unfinished papers with your pen that you snatched from your desk neighbor.  

You wish that humanities technology had come further than it has.  But reading in text books and writing on electric circuited pads wasn’t much different than now.  All your professors gave you the same answer though.  Technology can be advanced, but they refuse to do it, afraid the demons would sink their claws into it and take over the humans.  Humans are so petty, weak, frightened.  A species that claims to be the top of the food chain sure is all bark and no bite.  Reason number a billion why you hated being associated with the main, planet born population. 

🌙🌙🌙 

It wasn’t too much time later that you were unlocking a door to a house just outside the city.  Big enough for a family of 10, but just your 7 friends living in it.  Honestly, you don’t even know if they paid for anything, but they’ve lived here for as long as you’ve known them.  

A brown, paper bag in your left hand full of bottles of various beverages and bags of random, salty and sweet snacks you took your key from the doorknob and shut it behind you with your right hand.  Stuffing your keys into your pocket, you heel off your shoes, and walk into the kitchen.  It was quiet, something that surely wouldn’t last long.  

You set the brown back bag, as well as dropping your school bag, on the counter, not ever bothering to unload everything from inside, you trotted into the living room and flopped yourself down on the couch.  Your back hit the plush cushions and your legs hung off the arm rest, as you shut your eyes.  Resting and laying down sure felt nice. It was probably 20 seconds of solace before you heard rushed foot steps from the second floor and soon bounding down the carpeted staircase. 

“Y/N!”  Before you lift yourself off the couch, your were tackled back onto it.  A large body crashing into you, well- larger than yours anyways.  His fuzzy, have dry hair tickling your chin as he tucked his head into your chest, laying on top of you.  You tapped on his back, feeling him groan at the silent plea for him to get off you. 

“You’re hair isn’t dry, your half naked and your heavy.  Please get off me Minhyuk.” The boy pouted and once again you found yourself really questioning if this boy was really a demon or not.  He had clearly bolted right out of the bathroom from getting dressed from his shower.  He normally had someone dry his hair for him though, liking the attention, so his caretaker didn’t do their job of keeping him in the room for very long.  

“You literally saw me yesterday.”

“A whole 24 hours passed since then!”

“Oh my,” you groaned.  Minhyuk reminded you, and most people he was familiar with, of a dog who would cry at the door if their master was going to their bathroom.  Not much of a Demon vibe came from him, but not a human one either.  He was a cheery presence, but acceptable, likable, comfortable. Minhyuk sniffed you as you slapped at his head. 

“You smell different.”  You rolled your eyes.  

“Is it the food I brought?”  He shook his head.  “The coffees, my laundry detergent, my-”

“Your shampoo!  You changed it! You smell like rain now!” True.  You use to always use this honeysuckle scent shampoo that you could pick up for cheap at the closet store, but recently they had an even cheaper shampoo take to the shelves and that’s more money in your pocket than handed over a counter.  It’s not like it smelled bad anyways. 

“Okay, so I smell like rain.  That a problem?”  He shook his head again, laughing. 

“Nope! I think it’s actu-AH!”  He was cut off by his shout of shock when he was pushed off you.  You heaved your chest, the heavy man now off you and looked at Wonho, leaning over the back of the couch and staring at Minhyuk, whom now lay on the floor after the older graciously shoved him off you.  He gaze then shifted to your form, still laying on the couch. 

“Feel better?” He asked as he leaned over the cushion and grabbed your bicep pressed against the back of the couch and pulled you to sit up.  You nodded as you rolled your neck and then looked back at Wonho.  He was staring at you. 

“What?  You going to say I smell different too?” He narrowed his eyes, just slightly, as he nodded. 

“You do. I just know it’s not your shampoo that’s making the difference.”  You rose your brow at him as he just huffed.  He walked around the couch to stand in front of your hanging legs that were over the arm of the plush seating choice and then seized your waist, lifting you up and hoisting you over his shoulder.  You put your hands on the small of his back to brace yourself, and make it so that your face didn’t smash into his shoulder blades.  

“What the hell was that for?!  Put me down!”  He laughed as he shook his head and started running upstairs, you protesting the entire time.  The third person, who still lay on the floor, remained on the floor until Jooheon came and took him back upstairs to finish getting dried up and dressed before he caught a chill.  

Wonho had finally set you back down on your feet, but quickly turned his back on you to shut and locked his door.  It wasn’t an unfamiliar room, it was his room.  You’d sit up in here and read, or throw his stuffed rabbits at his head while he fiddled with his computer most days.  

You were straightening out your shirt when he came back to you and he put his hand on your shoulder.  You looked at it, then up to him.  

“Let me see.”  You sighed.  Of course this is why he dragged you up here.  

“It’s really not that bad.”  

“I don’t care.  Let me see it.” You huffed once again as you let your arms drop from fixing your clothes and relaxed as he pulled slightly on the neck of your shirt.  He revealed your shoulder, collarbone, along with the long, risen, red cut that practically glowed against your skin.  He ran his thumb over the cut as he used his fingers to keep your shirt away from it. “What was it this time?” 

“A really well made plastic knife actually.” The fact that you preferred Demons to humans wasn’t welcomed, as it’s already known, so that would result in many fights. None of which you picked, they were always thrown at you.  You wouldn’t let someone beat you down, you had to defend yourself.  

“You should really stop getting into fights all the time.”  You rolled your eyes. How many times has he told you this, and how many more time is he going to have to tell you.  Nothing will change, even 5 years from now, nothing will ever change. “I know it’s partially our fault you fight, but honestly, can’t you just avoid it?” 

“It’s not your fault.  Just because I like you guys more than some snobby human girl named “Patricia”, doesn’t mean it’s any of your fault. Besides, you know I can’t avoid it, I’ve tried.” Wonho remembered the first day you got into a fight.  It was the first and only day you didn’t fight back.  You came back to this house, came back to him, with bruises, cuts and blood covering you.  He was furious that night.  

“I know, I just-” He sighed.  “I wish they wouldn’t hate you so much. I mean, how can someone possibly hate you of all people?” 

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but it’s a human thing.  You wouldn’t understand.”  

“So it seems. Hold still.”  

“Wait, no it’s fine.”  You started to get jittery.  You knew that with each Demon, someone, somewhere has some sort of power.  It can be anywhere from teleportation to instantly have your nails painted.  Useful, or useless.  Wonho’s was something that was pretty useful to those around him, but not to himself.  His body was swimming with healing cells: Mitigation.  He could take away the pain and heal- to an extent- someone’s injuries.  Either be it by his blood or-

“It’s all red and risen.  It’s fine, just stand still a second.”  He gripped your arms and lowered his face to your shoulder.  Slipping his tongue out of his mouth, he ran the muscle up the entirety of the cut.  You shivered.  

-by saliva.  You hated when he did this. Hated?  Well, perhaps not hated.  It was a feeling that was pleasant, but you wished it not to be.  It was when he did this that you had to remind yourself that you, a human, shouldn’t fall for him, a demon. He had a heart of gold for someone who was suppose to be so dark, this being something he was so naive about.  

The psychical attention he gave you was far higher than he thought it was.  Demon’s don’t think about attention in physical or mental aspects the same way humans do.  We can get a small flutter in our chests when holding hands, yet for them if they want to feel anything it takes much more effort.  Shownu once described it as, ‘if they think they might feel something of attachment towards another, the easiest way to prove it is through thorough physical touch.’  

Or in laymen’s terms, through sex. 

So, the fact that this man, this demon is here licking your neck and not acting like anything else is bothering him, is both reassuring and stomach churning.  The logical and mortality parts of your stupid human brain were constantly at war with the idea of him. 

“There, see.  It’s already better.” He stepped away from, you but only just enough to watch your cut close and practically blend it with the rest of your skin.  You swatted his hand away and pulled your shirt back up your shoulder.  He knew you didn’t like it when he did that, but he didn’t know why.  He couldn’t comprehend why you could rather live with any pain when it was so much easier when he could just fix you. 

“Thanks, but you really didn’t have to drag me all the way up here just to lick me, you pervert.”  You remarked at him.  He faked a gasped, slapping a hand on his chest and posing a dramatic facial expression, as this was practically routine. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him as you stepped around him and left the room after unlocking the door, hearing the hustle and bustle that is your friends downstairs. He watched your back with a specific, hidden look and followed after you. 

He’d never tell you out loud that he only took you to his room to do that because he’d actually keel over in embarrassment if the others saw him lick you. Especially with all the information they know and keep held over his head.   

The afternoon progressed as it normally did.  It was a rinse and repeat life style, but you could live with it. You’d go to school, more than likely get into a fight, stop by some sort of coffee place for drinks and snacks and then you’d go to their home until it was late and you were forced back into your own.  That time had finally hit that night.  

11 PM.  You had sighed as you lifted yourself off the couch and stretched, all the boys shifting their eyes to look at you, watching your arms extend and lock above your head before dropping them with a huff.  

“Well, I’m off,” the same line as every night. It was almost all the same as every other night, but now you watched as Shownu gave a quick glance to Wonho who then stood up next to you, jabbing at your sides making you squeal and swat at him.  

“I’ll take you home.”  

“What? Why?” 

“Because I can, now move it or I’ll lock the front door so you’re stuck here for the night.”  You watched as he brushed past you to get to the door around the corner, slipping on his shoes. This was new.  He’d normally just whine about you going home, and make you call him on the way there until you got inside safe and sound.  He’d never personally taken you himself though, as you were afraid if someone were to see him out so late, they’d judge him just because he wasn’t human.  

You quickly trotted after him, tattered shoes bouncing off the ground as you followed him out the door.  He stuck his hands in his hoodie pouch and made sure you too keep you a slight step in front of him so he can keep an eye on you, or for anyone that you may regretfully know.  If you saw anyone, there was a chance of a fight and he was going to make sure that didn’t happen.  

Part of him wanted to see you fight. Wanted to see how it all starts, how it ends and everything in between.  He wanted to know why they always targeted you.  It wasn’t fair, someone living in such pacifist way shouldn’t be ganged up on for her beliefs and opinions.  So what if you didn’t like how tainted humans are?  Wonho couldn’t understand, even if he tried, he was a Demon after all.  

The walk was silent.  Only the sound of the shuffled footsteps of you both mixing in the night air.  It was chilly, but not uncomfortable. Wonho stood in front of your door of your apartment as you grabbed your key you keep around your neck, tucked under your shirt and unlocked it, opening the door just to crack it and took your key back out.  

“Thank you for walking me, I guess.”  He shrugged as he smiled down at you.  You stepped inside and turned around to see him off.  He waved a goodnight as he turned and before he was out of sight, you called to him.  “Why did you walk me home?” He stopped, and turned over his shoulder, shrugging once again. 

“I already told you.  Because I can.”  And then he jogged off, texting you 20 minutes later that he made it back without any trouble.  It was odd, having the roles reversed when he was the one texting you about his safety.  Yet, it made that flare in your chest rise again, the same flare you know you need to snuff out.  But, just once, you allowed yourself to feel pleased and smiled down at your phone screen as you two had your normal night time conversation. 

🌙🌙🌙

It continued in this new routine for the next week.  It would be normal and at the end of the day, Wonho would be there to walk you home late at night and then be the one to text you when he got back.  You never really worried too much, as he was a demon and more than capable of defending himself.  He’s stated many times that he has no problems with fucking up a human if they started something with him.  

It was the start of the second week after Wonho started do this that you got up and, as per usual, got dressed and ready to head off for another grueling day of classes.  

All day, Wonho was growing restless.  You hadn’t contacted him all day and it was already close to 1 in the afternoon now.  Normally, this shouldn’t be something to be concerned about, but for some reason it had the hairs on the back of his neck standing.  It was like there was so much static in the air, if someone clicked their fingers, a fire would start.  He was tense, and he didn’t know why.  The fact that you hadn’t sent him any replies to his numerous calls wasn’t helping. 

It was 3 when he finally was getting a call from you. He rushed in picking it up, immediately asking why you hadn’t contacted him all day.  Instead, you told him to meet you somewhere.  You had sent coordinates and a map with a location, but it was secluded.  

“What?  Where are you? Are you lost or something?” 

“No-no I just, I’m-”  Your breathing was rushed, and jagged.  Almost like you were scared, or had just finished running a marathon.  “Please, can you just get here? I don’t know what to do.  They keep looking for me, Wonho.”  He moved from laying in his bed to sitting up at your words.  

“Who? Who’s looking for you?” 

“Please, just hurry.” He was out of bed and slipping on his shoes in seconds as he rushed down the stairs.  

“Y/N, you need to tell me what’s going-” he stopped short when he was passing the TV screen that Shownu had put on, mainly for background noise as he worked on something in a book.  Scribbling down this and that.  The city was looking for a Wanted individual.  They were looking to arrest them for charges of violence towards humans and treason against their race.  The news anchor described the person before their picture popped up on the screen. 

It was you.  

You were Wanted by the police and the whole city was out for blood, our for you.  They were just going to arrest you, just like that?  No evidence, nothing?  You were only violent in self defense, the charges are entirely false! He was snapped out of his daze when he heard you curse under your breath and the call dropped.  

“Y/N? Y/N!” He pulled up a screen that showed your in-time location you sent and the blue dot that moved across the virtual map was you, and it was on the move.  You were taking back ally ways and moving in spastic directions.  “Send message to Y/N,” he spoke into his voice commands as he ran out of the house, Shownu calling after him, wanting to know what all of this was about.  “Go to the Temple.  Hide around there until I can come.”  

You received his message as you made your way to the Temple as best as you could.  Taking every back ally or hidden passage way you knew or found, you eventually managed to come to the front of the Temple.  A blessed place, and surprisingly not very populated.  You did as Wonho told you, hiding yourself between crates and covering them with a torn, fabric that was close to the Temple walls.  

You were never one to back down from a fight, but this was too much.  You had no chance if you were to go against the masses.  Person upon person, trained fighters, middle aged men and women equipped for combat.  You had no chance.  You had to hide. As much as it bruised your ego, running kept you alive for the time being. kept you free and safe.  

You soon heard shuffling of feet not too far from you.  Peeking out of one of the tattered holes in the fabric draped over you and the crates, you saw Wonho, looking around, out of breath.  You tore the fabric off and ran to him, the noise you made catching his attention.  

He ran to you, meeting you half way as you ran into his chest.  He held your head to him and sighed.  They hadn’t found you yet.  He wasn’t too late.  He looked up to the Temple as he held you and felt you shake.  Fear wasn’t a thing that was easy to coax out of you, but here you were, literally trembling in his arms.  He sneered up at the Temple, up at the Heavens. 

What kinds of Gods decide to bless such a tainted race. You didn’t deserve anything you were feeling.  Not the fear, the anger, the hate.  Nothing.  He loathed the heavens for deciding to fill your life with nothing but hardships. He cursed the Gods to the very core of his Demon heart.  

“Y/N, you need to come back with me.  We need to get back home so we can figure out how to keep you safe.” You shook you head. 

“No, no way.  I’m not gonna drag you all into this.  I shouldn’t have called you, but I just- I panicked and now-” He hushed you as he tightened his grip on you and turned his body, taking steps backwards.  “Wonho?” You looked up at his face, he was sneering.  Glare harsh and teeth bared, it was like he was threatening someone.  And threatening he was.  

Humans started gathering at the Temple, most likely to pray for the wicked soul of the treacherous human.  First one person, then three, then ten, the numbers stacking up relentlessly until a mob was at the Temple gates, watching as the face of the human girl on TV was in front of them, being held by a Demon.  Probably not the most insightful position they could’ve found you, a deemed traitor, in. 

“She’s there!” 

“Standing before the Gods with a Demon!” 

“Treacherous monster!  You’re no better than a Demon in the end!”

Wonho growled as he pulled you from his chest, only for you to stand behind him.  Wonho faced off with the crowd of people, backing up as much as he could.  It made him nauseous, being this close to the Temple.  He knew he couldn’t enter it, and the area was wide and open.  If he wanted an escape plan, he’d have to think fast.  

You stood behind him, watching as he glared at your race that were seeing you as enemy #1.  You watched his jaw move up and down, and his shoulders tense, he was clearly shouting at them, screaming at them, but you couldn’t hear him.  Your heartbeat thrumming to intensely into your ears. But, you did hear something.  

Someone was calling you.  It seemed to distract you, and it was calling you from behind your back.  The voice had made you forget where you were, why you were here in the first place.  All you heard was that pleading voice of your name, calling and calling for you.  And so, you did the most human thing and decided to chase the voice.  

Running straight into the Temple. 

Wonho had been so busy trying to keep the humans away from you that he didn’t feel the absence of your presence until some random man pointed out that you were gone.  Wonho whipped himself around, and indeed, you were gone.  Where had you gone?  You couldn’t have run around him and you obviously didn’t charge into the mob of threatening savages.  

“Did she...” his voice was a whisper as the Temple began to change.  Blinding, white bars closed off the entrance to the Temple, permitting no one’s entrance.  He had only seen this happen when there are Blessed Children inside, as it’s a rule that only one pure body be allowed trespass inside at a time.  

You had ran inside the Temple, and you were someone, some random human blessed by some random God.  You who loathed them, were blessed by them.  You who loved a Demon, would only come back out of that Temple as a child of a God.  

🌙🌙🌙

You ran blindly.  Chasing that voice that seemed so familiar to you, yet you hadn’t heard a day in your life.  It made you curious and it wasn’t until you felt a sudden wave of heavy fatigue fall on your shoulders that you stopped and nearly buckled to your knees.  

Your chest felt unbelievably heavy and it was like you were swallowing tar instead of air.  Your throat closed up and your eyes watered.  It felt like you hadn’t drank water in days. Your body shook and you felt sweat gather at the base of your neck.  

You kept hearing that voice though.  Calling and calling and calling.  You had to keep moving.  You had to find the owner of that voice.  You had to.  You ran once again for a bit longer before your knees actually buckled this time and you fell.  Knees hitting the marbled floor as you slid to a stop, skin raw from the impact and more than likely ready to bruise in an hour or so.  

Maybe it’s a good thing you fell, because with some sense knocked into you, you finally realized that you were in a building of some type.  You looked around, eyes hazy and blurred. Murals painted on the highest points of the ceilings, pillars of spec less satin white, marble floors that one could see their reflection in.  You thought you heard the sound of a fountain around you, but didn’t see one.  

Just where in the world had you mindlessly ran off to?  You tried to pick yourself off the floor, but it felt like your ankles had iron balls strapped onto them.  Heavy, you felt so heavy.  You pulled yourself on the floor, reaching a pillar to pry yourself up with and support your body before you pushed off it.  You crushed your eyes together as you bit your cheek and ran as far as you could before you ran into something. 

Bouncing off the hard object you fell onto your back as you groaned.  There was no way you were going to be able to get yourself up a third time.  You felt like the weight of an elephant was stepping on you as your thoughts grew foggy and a headache grew around your head, pounding into your temples. 

You turned onto your stomach and pried open your eyes only to jumped back at the sight of a single, bright pillar. It blazed brightly, almost like it was on fire, a pure white fire. It reached into a single point in the domed ceiling and flared around like it was alive.  You were once against startled when you felt something around you neck.  

Looking down, a chain began to form around your neck, and a pendant formed at the end of it before it solidified and rested against your chest.  You flipped onto your side, one arm supporting you up and the other tugging on the chain.  Where did this come from, and why is it on you? Why can’t you take it off? 

“Who would you like to see?”  The sudden voice of an older man scared you, making you jump and roll onto your back, both arms behind you to lift you up and look at him.  He was older, wearing clothing that didn’t seem right, almost like he was auditioning for a role in a play and he wanted to play the part of a God.  

...God.

“Who would you like to see?” He questioned again, voice calm.  He was the voice.  He was calling you in here the entire time. 

“Wh-what?” Your voice squeaked, the feeling of your closed throat making it feel parched.  

“Our 20 Gate Child has finally appeared.  Who would you like to see?”  

“Anyone?” 

“Anyone.”  

“Then....” You wanted to see him.  He was the first person to pop into your head, but that would be a lie.  Saying he was the first person you thought of implies you aren’t always thinking about him, and you always, always were.  Your hazy state makes you stupidly accept and realize all the things you’ve pushed down over and over again just because he was a Demon.  

But now, what happens.  You love him.  But now you’re someone he hates, something he hates.  You can’t possibly call for him, can you?  What right do you have to do so, but regardless of your mind, your mouth makes your decision. 

“Hoseok. I want to see.. Hoseok.” The weight of the world felt like it crashed into your skull as your eyes rolled back and you fell onto your back, your arms collapsing.  The old man simply sighed as he looked at the light of the pillar.  

The shouts and screams of the outside were silenced the moment that old man appeared outside the Temple gates out of nowhere, gates that were still very much closed and locked.  He looked around the masses before he looked to the Demon boy.  

“Hoseok, I pressume?”  Wonho stiffened.  Not everyone knew he real name. 

“Who’s asking?” 

“The young lady inside wanted to see you.”  He straightened out at the mention of you. 

“Y/N.  Is she alright?  Where is she, how many gates did she pass?” 

“The young lady made it to the center of the Temple.” He gasps lightly as he took a small step back.  The center?  You were.. “She requested for you.  It will be the first time a Demon is allowed passage into the Temple.  I can’t say I agree with her, but it is her wish, so it is my job to obey.” Wonho only nodded.  He wanted to get to you, get you out, make sure you’re okay.  

The man walked towards Wonho and touched his wrist, latching onto it and before he knew it, he was standing inside a domed over area with a blinding pillar of fiery light.  Then, he saw you, unconscious and exhausted on the floor in front of that pillar.  He scrambled to get to you, lifting your head and making sure you had no injuries he had to tend to.  You were fine, other than the red, raw skin of your knees.  

He lay your head back down and moved to examine your knees.  They weren’t horrible, and with two small pecs of his lips to your skin, they healed up in no time.  The old man watched the skin heal itself as Wonho moved back to cradle you, lifting you up to his chest to where if you were awake, you could clearly here his increased, panicked heartbeat. 

“So, you can heal others. Quite a unique trait for a Demon to possess.”  

“What did you do to her?”  He sneered. 

“I’ve done nothing, simply passing her gates proved to be rather exhausting for her.” Wonho noticed the necklace around your neck and examined the pendant. Not a moment after he touched it, he felt a warmth on his chest. It felt strange, like he had made a connection with something, someone.  He couldn’t put the sensation into words. 

He pulled at the few top buttons of his shirt as he looked to see what had happened, if anything happened, to his chest and something did.  A tattoo appeared on his chest, but it wasn’t painful and the shape of it resembled an identical copy of your necklace.  

“The first Demon to ever enter this sacred palace, and now our Prophet has chosen to Mark a demon as well.” Wonho looked at the old man, then to your unconscious face, scrunched up in unfamiliarity.  You didn’t seem like you were resting pleasantly.  

You marked him?  Why him? He had heard once that the possessor of a Blessing of the Gods can choose any one person as their Marked One, but it must be someone of close relation and strong bond.  Wonho was indeed your best friend, and he cared about you more than you probably realized, but is this really what you wanted? Or was it an unconscious action out of pure desperation and fear?

“She Marked me?” 

“You were the first person she called out for when she felt like she was on the verge of collapse.  It’s quite safe to say that the young ladies decision was not on a whim, but out of admiration. Fondness.” Wonho pushed your hair out of your face as he rubbed at the back of you neck, wanting that unconformable look on your face to go away.  

“I want to take her back home.”  He looked at the old man.  “The humans, will they try and take her from me if I take her out of the Temple?” The old man shook his head.  

“I will see to it that you may take her to rest in peace.” Wonho didn’t have grounds to believe his words, but that’s all he had in this moment.  With you needing desperate relocation for proper rest and all the questions he has in his head he wanted to talk to you about, he needed to get back home.  He moved and lifted you up, tucking you around his chest as he stood.  

At least your body was still warm. 

“Simply walk out,” the old man pointed in a direction.  “The gates will open and the humans will pay you no mind.” Wonho nodded. 

“Thank you.”  Then he started out.  As the old man said, the gates practically vanished as he approached them and the humans didn’t even seem to notice he was there.  A white sheet of mist clouded around the two of you, and he supposed it acted as a shield of sort, masking your presence as he took you back home.    

To his home, with him where you’ll be safe. 

🌙🌙🌙 

It was strange, passing out in a temple and then waking up here, in the room you’ve been in so many times before.  The room where you’d be dragged off and scolded for fighting.  Waking up in Wonho’s room, for the first time since you’ve known him, was strange.  You couldn’t remember too much right after opening your eyes.  Your head pounded with the world’s worst headache, but you did recognize the foreign feeling of something around your neck.  A necklace, a cold, gold chained necklace with a pendant of a symbol of an ancient star that rested just between your clavicles.  

You got this necklace when you saw that pillar of light and when that man spoke to you.  You remember feeling weak, exhausted and tired.  He asked you who you wanted to see, who you wanted to get you out of there.  The first person on your mind was Wonho, but you had no idea why he was asking you who you wanted to see.  The moment you answered him though, fatigue took every ounce of your strength and you fell to the ground.  Then, the next moment, you felt warmth before everything was cold and lost.  

Now, you were here, laying in Wonho’s bed.  Where was he?  Did he bring you back here? Who took you out of the Temple? And why, why did you have a necklace on that felt so warm and so heavy, yet at the same time, was cold and as light as a feather.  The chain had no clasp to remove it, and it was far too small to slip over your head.  You tried yanking on it, pulling so that it may snap, but it was solid.  The necklace was practically bound to you now.  You knew that one who entered the temple was suppose to be deemed a Blessed Child, but you?  

You who hated mankind, you who despised the segregation between humans and demons, you who were bullied and beaten for preferring the latter over your own birth race.  You.  Someone who fell in love with a Demon and who would prefer to give her humanity and life up to keep him safe was Blessed?  You’ve never heard a bigger joke, and you constantly thought it was a joke.  Someone must’ve planned this, right?

You were brought out of your thoughts when someone knocked at the door, and within a few seconds later without a response from you, someone came in.  You let out a breath when you saw Wonho’s black hair peek in the room.  You didn’t know why you were on edge, but for some reason, you thought someone else would come inside. You thought you were going to have to see that stupid old man from the temple again and he was gonna drag you away, or tell you you were part of some elaborate plan to degrade you even more than humanity has. 

It was unusual for Wonho to knock thinking about it.  I mean, it was his room.  Why would he have to knock, and his timing was spot on, coming in and looking at you like he knew you were awake.

“You’ve been sleeping for a while.”  He came and dragged his desk chair over to the side of the bed, opting to sit next to you like that.  

“How’d you know I was awake?”  

“I heard you chain rattling,” he pointed to your necklace with your pendant on it.  You touched it lightly, and Wonho could read the look in your eyes.  Your confusion was painted all over your face.  “You don’t remember anything that happened at the Temple, do you?” You shook your head.  

“It’s all spotty.  I can’t really rely on my memories right now, especially with this thing.”  You flicked the pendant.  “What is it anyways?”

“You were Blessed, you should remember that much. You entered the Temple, that should be proof enough, wouldn’t you think?”

“Oh, no no no.  I’m no Blessed Child.  I can’t stand my own race, how then can I be Blessed by any God.” You scoffed at yourself.  Wonho wouldn’t lie to you, but you didn’t want to believe it.  You would be forced to leave if you were Blessed.  Leave your friends, your home.  Leave him.  

“Y/N-”

“No.  I’m not Blessed.  I’m not, okay?”

“Y/N. You went through all 20 gates.  You made it to the fucking center.  You literally can’t deny it.”

“I’m not Blessed!  I’m not, because if I was then some stupid government goons will march in here, take me to some stupid rich kid territory and I’d never see any of you again!” He knew you weren’t handling this well, and he expected as much, but he needs to get a clear explanation across to you.  He needs to tell you what you are, and the power you have over the people.  And the power you now hold over him.

“If that were the case, you’d be gone already! They wouldn’t have let me take you back here, back to my home, if they wanted to drag you anywhere else.”  That was true.  They would’ve pried you out of his hands if they wanted to relocate you.  But, how did he even get you here? He couldn’t get to you in the Temple.  Did that old man carry you out, because that seemed unlikely.

“How did.. just how did you get me here?”

“I carried you out of the Temple.”

“Okay, now I know your lying.  Demon’s can’t enter the Temple, you know that.  The holiness of the place physically makes you sick.  You can’t even stand being near it!” You stopped to catch your heavy breath before you kept going, more ideas and concerns coming into your head.  “Besides, suppose you did carry me out like you said, there’s no way they would listen to you!  They’d just refuse anything you had to say and wave you off because you’re not human!”  

“They had no choice. They didn’t know I was there to begin with.”  

“What does that even mean-” Wonho cut you off by starting to unbutton the top buttons of his black shirt.  Why the hell was this asshole starting to strip when you were in a constant state of confusion and peril?!  You were about to chew him out, yell at him for being inconsiderate when he pulled open his shirt just enough to show you a mark on the left side of his chest.  A tattoo, no larger than your palm, all in black.  And it looked exactly like your pendant that hung around your neck.

“Do you remember calling me? Y/N, you Marked me. Since your word as the Blessed Child who passed through all the gates of that stupid Temple is absolute without question, so is mine.”  You.. you Marked him? That doesn’t make sense. No, you couldn’t have.  He’s a Demon.  Surely a Demon with a mark of a Blessed being would die, or at least be in some sort of pain. Was he okay, was he in pain from that Mark? Oh God, did you… were you really?

“I,” you just looked at his marking.  It was really there. “I really am.. Blessed?” He nodded.  “I’m sorry.  I don’t know how you got Marked, I guess it’s because I said your name.”  He looked at you.  He didn’t know how this  completely happened either.  That old man barely explained anything.  “When I first got to the pillar, I was tired.  Someone, an old man, asked me who the person I wanted to see the most was.  And I just said your name and then-”  You couldn’t remember after that.  

You realize he must be angry with you.  Sure, he’s talking to you, but his approach was off.  He was rigid, almost like he was being forced into something and he sat in a chair next to you, not plopped on the bed with you like he normally would be.  He was distancing himself.  He must be angry, frustrated that he was next to a child of God, on top of which being Mark but that child.  There must be a way to change it.  If you could take your Mark away from him and maybe put it on someone else, someone willing to be a Marked One of you, maybe he’d go back to the way he was before.  

“I’m sorry, I’ll remove it.”  Wonho looked at your lowered gaze, still staring at his chest.  

“Remove what?”

“The Mark.  I’m sure there’s a way to remove it and change it from you to someone else.  If I'm as powerful as they say, then I should have that power, right?”  He quickly started to cover the Mark up from you as soon as you reached forward to touch it, hoping that maybe it would smear right off him if you wished hard enough.  “What are you doing?  Let me see it.”

“No. I want to keep it there.”  You were flabbergasted.  What is he going on about?

“What?  No you don’t.  You hate Blessed Children, just like I do, or did I guess? Wonho, if you don’t let me take that off, you’ll be stuck with me for the rest of my life.  Until I rot away and keel over, you’ll be dragged around wherever I go.  I’m not gonna keep you on a leash just because I want you.” His breath hitched at your words as well as your tone of solid voice.  It was the tone when you meant something, and were 100% truthful.  “Now, let me see it.”  He shook his head again as you tried to pull his shirt and look at the mark.

“Stop it!”  He grabbed your wrist and held it away from him.  “I don’t want you to get rid of it!  Leave it there!” He felt you still fighting against him, pushing against his grip, still trying to grab a hold of his shirt.  Still trying to fight him.  Still trying to erase that mark you unconsciously made on him.  He acted without thinking and before he or you could process it, he had both of your wrists in his grasp and was suddenly hovering over you, pinning you into the mattress.  

His palms held your wrists on either side of your head, one of his knees braced on the edge of the mattress while his other leg was still straightened out, foot on the ground.  Your knees had risen up, feet flat against the mattress as they slightly leaned against his hovering waist.  This was strange of him, he never acted on impulse like this before.  He had always, always held himself back.  Always making himself think rationally and putting your well being in the forefront of his mind, pushing his selfish actions aside.  

But now, with your hair fanned out under you, your stress heavy eyes, the guilt that swirled in them and the confusion. All of the cloudy, heavy confusion that blocked the vivid color of your bright eyes changed something in him.  The mark you put on his chest made him feel something.  Feel you.  He could feel your suffering, your pain, your past and if he really concentrated he was sure he could feel your future.  It was all running in his veins; you were running in his veins.  So rampant, so wild, so unstoppable.

“Wonho, what are you doing.  Get off me.”  Your voice was stern.  He watched as your eyes shook, dilating back and forth in pure, thick emotion.  He looked at your wrists trapped in his steel like grip, and he focused every ounce of energy to feel how your pulse quickened under him.  He could hear you try and steady your breath and he could practically hear your heartbeat with each unsteady breath that left your lips.  

Lips.  Your lips were dry, chapped from the lack of moisture you would supply them.  You were sleeping so long, so heavily and so exhausted that your body couldn’t swipe your tongue over them to keep them shining and wet.  He’d never taken the time to notice without being discreet, but now he could stare at them all he wanted.  And he wanted nothing more than to kiss them right now.

You watched him, trying to analyse him and what he was doing.  He never acted rash with you, never said anything too bluntly and always tried to find some filter with you.  He’d only touch you when you would deem it okay and it’d always be playful.  Something like this wasn’t something you’d see him do, let alone to you.  It sent you into overdrive, making you hyper aware of everything around you.  Maybe it was the stupid blessing kicking into your brain, maybe it was the ‘Will of the Gods’ making you see things you’d normally overlook.  

His eyes scanning your face, then bounced over your body.  From wrists, to neck to lips and then back to the eyes.  You would feel him loosen his grip on you ever so slightly, just to tighten up again, almost like he was fighting with himself over something.  You felt the bed dip more when he put more pressure onto his braced knee beside you.  You’d watch his Adam's apple bob in his throat each time he closed his mouth to swallow air, just to reopen it.  Just what was running through his head?

“Wonho?”  Stern obviously wasn’t working, but maybe questioning him would do something.  His gaze snapped up to you, the tone of your voice doing the complete opposite effect you planned.  You wanted to gain his attention, that you did, but you wanted to calm him.  Get answers.  Instead, he was becoming more and more irrational.  Then, with the worried look in your eyes and the slight crease in your brows, something in him broke.

“I’m sorry,” was all he said.  You expected him to heave himself off you, but he didn’t.  He got lower to you, closer. You pushed yourself back into the mattress by instinct as his nose brushed yours.  Speechless is what you were.  “I’m sorry,” he repeated as he took one more look into your eyes before he kissed you.  It left you shocked and frozen before he pulled away from you. He didn’t move far, just enough to detach his lips from yours.  

You felt his breath hit your face as he stared into your eyes, just like earlier.  They were glazed over, darkened with a spec of light that seemed to be diminishing by the second.  He wasted no time in lowering himself to kiss you a second time before you could open your mouth.  He was scared, scared you’d push him away, reject him if his mouth wasn’t covering yours.  But, fear wasn’t the only thing driving him.  He was desperate.  His desperation to be with you, to stay with you and to make sure you don’t wipe him away kept him here, hovered over you.

You were the long awaited savior of the humans.  The new Messiah.  Their Blessed Child of the Gods who was suppose to banish all Demons, fix the humans and rebuild the world.  He knew you, he knew you didn’t want to, but what if you did anyways? What if you pushed him away?  What if you decided to lock him and his race back down into the cold world beneath the Earth that is Hell?  What would he do then?  He’d sooner rip out his stomach, then see you turn him away just because of some stupid prophet’s words decades ago.

No God will keep him from you.  Not even you yourself.  Not anymore.  

He pulled away from you once again, but didn’t hover above your face like last time and instead traveled down your neck.  Brushing his nose against your jaw and dragging his lips over your skin, drying them out only for him to swipe his tongue over them.  He felt your body unconsciously arch towards him, felt your hands ball into fists as your wrists tensed in his grip.  He listened to your breath hitch and heard your small whines you tried to bite back.  

Perhaps this was wrong, doing what he was doing.  No, he knew this was wrong.  He hadn’t said anything to you, and this was surely shocking to you, maybe even beyond so, but he couldn’t stop.  You were an addiction, one he didn’t want to stop.  He wanted to hear you whine, and moan and he wanted to feel even more of you.

“Tell me to stop,” he bit at your neck, making you wince.  He spoke to you, but he didn’t stop anything as he did so.  “Tell me to stop, push me away, scream at me, I don’t care.  Unless you do something, anything, I won’t stop.”  He looked at the red teeth markings on your neck, swiped his tongue over it and watched as his healing effect lifted and made them disappear, only for him to bite down again.  “I won’t stop, Y/N.” He looked up to you, meeting your gaze one final time.  “Please… please don’t make me stop.”

“How-how long have you-?” That was all you could whisper out.  He was acting like he’d dreamt of doing this.  Having you pinned under him as he licked at your skin, and not to just heal your wounds from fighting.  

“So long. You have no idea.  Please.”  He pushed his forehead against your chest and bit at his lip before looking back at you.  It was torture keeping eye contact with you, let alone like this.  He needed an answer, something to tie him down.  Then you opened your mouth and gave him one after what seemed to be a time span of years.

“I won’t stop you,” your voice barely a whisper. He wanted to make sure you meant it, make sure you truly weren’t going to push him away and run, but the only thing his mouth could do is latch back onto your skin. He let go of your wrists to pull his shirt off his shoulders, trusting you enough to not bring your hands back to his chest.  He meant it every time he said that he hated the humans, hated the Blessed Children and their followers, but it wasn’t because as a demon he was pushed away.  It was because you, a human among other humans, was hurt because of your choice.  He hated them for their actions towards you, not towards him.

But, now you were suddenly forced into a position you didn’t want, and had no choice in the matter, he wanted to be with you.  He was scared when you entered the temple.  He thought he’d never see you again, just like you thought you wouldn’t see him.  You both thought you’d be dragged off in uncross-able paths, but instead you called for him.  Out of everyone, anyone, you called for him- wanted him.  And he wanted you too.  

Once his shirt slid off his shoulders, he quickly placed his large hands on you waist, slithering them under your shirt to rub circles into your skin with his thumbs.  You sighed at the pleasant pressure as he slid his hands up your torso to removed your shirt entirely, tossing it away from you onto the floor.  With more skin being revealed to him, he could see small scars from your particularly nasty fights in the past.  He growled at the sight of them.

The only thing good he could think of right now about your sudden possession of power is that now should anyone dare to raise a hand to you, they’d have to answer to the masses, most notably to him.  He buried his face in your chest, biting at you, making your back arch just enough to where he could slip your shorts down past your hips.

He chuckled as he listened to the rapid beat your heart produced in your chest.  He only dreamt of being this close to you.  He almost didn’t believe it was happening.  He reached behind you to hook his arms under your back and sit you up.  He lifted you to where you sat, straddling his waist in nothing but your undergarments.

He chuckled again at your flushed cheeks and darting gaze, a gaze that was unfocused and not sure where to keep their sights.  You’d seen Wonho shirtless countless times before, he was comfortable with his body after all.  But, the situation at hand made it seem like the first true time you’ve ever seen him bareback.  He massaged your hips, rolling you against himself as he tucked his lower lips between his teeth.

He felt your hands fumbled with his jeans button and zip before you were trying to remove them. He licked at your neck and moved his hands behind your upper back to unhook your bra, making it fall to his lap between the two of you.  

“You are beautiful,” he all but whispered as he ran his lips from your throat to your chest, kissing your breasts with as much ease as he could, making you mewl. You pushed your covered center against his, making his teeth trap a stiff nipple and roll his tongue over it, making your arch further into him.  Just a little more an it’ll be all he’s ever wanted for as long as he can remember. 

One of his hands slid down between both of your bodies and began pushing a pleasant amount of pressure against your sex.  He watched you bite your lip and whine as he pushed aside your panties and teased your wet folds.  He thought your lip would bleed between your teeth and part of him wished it would, just so he could lick your lips and make the injury disappear.

“You’re teasing…” You sighed as he smirked.

“I want to take my time.”

“That’s a first,” he smiled to you as you joked with him.  Even in this intimate moment you were still comfortable with him.

“Don’t stop yourself,” he said.  Before you could ask him what he meant, you were gasping, reeling and clutching at his shoulders as you braced yourself, for he had pushed a finger into your slick cunt.  You pushed your hips down against him, his palm cupping around your clit almost too perfectly.  Wonho kept his gaze down, watching his finger disappear ever so slowly in and out of you.  You curled your own hand around his wrist and he panicked, thinking you wanted him to stop.

“More.” The tension in his shoulders slackened as he obeyed.  Perhaps he should save all the teasing for another day.  The grinding of your hips faltered as a second one of his fingers joined the first to abuse you.  Sighs, whines and low moans let him know that you wouldn’t last much longer with his fingers.  He quickly pulled them from you, hearing you whine and watched as your body slacked at the lack of anything filling you.

“Are you going to make a woman wait all night?” You questioned, breathless, as you tugged on his unbuttons jeans.  He chuckled at your impatience and kissed you, lifted you off his lap to lay you on your back against the mattress in front of him.  

“I would never.”  He shimmied your panties off you, leaving you completely bare and shameless for his lust blown eyes.  He ran his hand over your sides, chest, neck, stomach and thighs, taking in how soft you were. How warm. In the dim room lighting, Wonho could see the glisten of your arousal between your thighs.

He snickered when you tried pushing his loose pants off his waist with your feet. He aided your sad excuse of trying to strip him, and along with the removal of his jeans, his boxers disappeared also.  Tossing them aside, he took no time in crawling over your body.  He kissed at your forehead, nose and cheeks before he captured your lips again.  

“Ready?” He asked as you sighed from feeling him slick his cock with your fluids that had already leaked out of your core.  You nodded, desperate at this point.  Part of him was suddenly nervous because he knew you’ve never done anything like this before.  It was really no surprised you were a virgin.  What if he hurt you too much?

“Hoseok,” his attention was immediately yours at the use of his real name coming from you.  “I’ll be fine, I promise.” That was all the confirmation he needed before he began to ease himself inch by inch into you.  

It hurt.

That was a dead giveaway.  Once he was pushed in, he held his heavy breath.  He kissed at your face, wanting your pain to stop so you can experience the same pleasure he was.  You were so warm, so tight, he thought he was losing his mind just sitting rock hard, inside you.

He didn’t know how much time passed with him buried and motionless inside you, but the feeling of you rolling your hips up against his gave him the green light to move.  Slowly, he left the deep warmth of you, just to roll right back in.  He had half a mind to fuck you into the mattress, but he had to control himself.  That last thing he wanted was for you to be in pain, he wanted to make a good impression for your first time, not act like an animal.

It wasn’t long before you were urging him to move faster.  Your hands tangling in his hair as he braced his arms on either side of your head.  Hips snapping against your as your mouth hung open, sounds from groans, to moans and whines pouring out of them like a broke water faucet that was running non-stop. 

The unfamiliar feeling of something twisting and building up more and more with pressure in your gut grew stronger with each strengthening thrust of Wonho’s cock.  He could feel when the strings in your lower body were ready to snap and he only urged you towards complete destruction.  His thrusts were ruthless as you were whip-lashed over the edge of your orgasm, body shaking and it wasn’t long before Wonho was pulling out of you, onlyto  jerk himself to the point he came to his high, painting your stomach white.  

He was quick to hop up and grab a towel that he had thrown in his hamper to clean off your stomach, still slightly damp from the last time he showered and dried his hair, making it easier to clean you. You lay completely still as he cleaned you and soon he was sliding one of his shirts over your exhausted body as he slipped on sweats and tucked you both under his covers.  Though you had just woken up, you had a pretty vigorous work-out, so it wasn’t a surprise you were tired all over again.

It was when you were finally able to catch your breath that you saw the mark on his chest again.  You had completely overlooked it until now.  Wonho noticed you looking at it and narrowed his eyes, ready to fight back against you again if you still wanted to take it off him.  He didn’t want you to, he wouldn’t let you.  No matter what, he was going to keep that mark on him.

“Keep me.”  His sudden declaration took you by surprise.  Keep him?

“What?”

“Keep me as your Marked One.  Please.  I don’t want to leave you.”  He looped his finger around the chain that was going to be around your neck for the rest of your life and untucked the pendant from under the shirt you wore.  He moved the metal in his palm before he moved to kiss the pendant and rest his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around your stomach.  “I love you, okay? So, just keep me.”

Your fingers carded through his messy hair as you nodded.  

“Alright.  I’ll let you stay.  But, don’t you go thinking you’re on a leash.  If ever the day comes you want to leave me, you tell me and I’ll let you go without fuss.”  He lifted his head and quickly placed a kiss on your lips, wanting you to stop talking about him leaving you one day.  What utter nonsense.  Him leaving? That was the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard.

“I’m never going to leave.  So, you’ll never have to let me go.”  You smiled at him as he placed his head back on your chest.  He wanted to listen to your heartbeat. He felt you kiss the top of his head, smiling as you rubbed the back of his neck, played with his hair and rubbed his back.  This was all he wanted.  This intimacy with you, and no one else but you.  For so long, he waited and waited and finally he got it.  

“I love you too,” you whispered against his scalp as you kissed it once again.  He smiled, you could feel his cheeks pushing upwards against your chest as you both started to drift off.  For the first time, Wonho was finally able to fall asleep with the sound of your heartbeat under his ear as his lullaby.

🌙🌙🌙 

After that day, everything was so much different. 

The morning you woke up with Wonho on your chest was the same day that officials of the government came to take you back, finally tracking you down.  You had refused to separate from Wonho, or any of the other boys for that matter.  You had explained everything to the others, about you, about Wonho, and about the Temple.  

With enough argument, it was decided that you finally wanted better for your friends, for your lover and for yourself.  You had agreed to move wherever the government decided best for you, but with the exception that all 7 of the boys come with you.  You would not let them go, not when they’ve been with you for as long as you could remember. 

After a week of moving, adjustment of power and finally not being enemy #1, it was getting easier.  You had made a public announcement arranged by the largest viewed broadcasting station.  You explained that you had passed all the gates of the Temple and had your necklace as proof.  Further, you explained that you did have a Marked One chosen, and unless you decided against it, his word would be absolute.  You were the only other person capable of overruling his decisions. 

Furthermore, you had explained that the so called Prophecy of the Gods would be rewritten by you.  You wouldn’t cast away with the Demons, but offer them a choice.  You would close the gates of Hell, just as it said, but you would offer every Demon a chance to stay on Earth until they die.  They could stay and life as a Demon on Earth until the Demons all went extinct, or they could travel back to Hell before you shut it’s doors for good.  As for the Temple, you decided to keep it up.  

You planned to opening the Temple to the public, rearranging it’s foretold components and making it a sacred place of prayer of those who seek help.  It was a lot of work, but you were tired of seeing so much hate and profanities painted on the walls of the Earth.  

Wonho had chosen whole heartily to stay by your side, living as a Demon until his life snuffs out, as did the other 7 boys.  More Demons came to you wishing to stay on Earth, more than you expected with the harsh rulings over them for decades.  You created ‘safe places’ for Demons to traverse among Humans without worry of fear of an attack or a brawl breaking out.  

Many months passed, and you had been finally settled into a larger home on the outskirts of the city.  It was woodland area, quiet and open.  Just what you wanted for you and the boys.  They had practically clung to your arms and legs to let them life with you, you couldn’t exactly say no to them.  You were sitting on the bay window of your attic, staring outside and watching at the rain fell in the mid-afternoon. 

With all your plans in action, being a working progress, and the gates of Hell officially sealed and the Temple allowing more than just Blessed Children inside, you had time to think.  

Once all the Demons died on Earth, then it would be a completely human populous again, so maybe some future generations would learn not to meddle in thing they don’t understand, or not to attack each other.  But, then what?  

You hear the creaking of the trap door in the floor slid open as Wonho popped his head into the attic, seeing you in your bay window.  You had a habit of coming up here to think.  He pulled himself into the attic as he slid the trap door shut again and walked to your side, leaned down to kiss your cheek and rubbed at your shoulders, standing beside you. 

“What are you thinking about today, love?” You sighed as you leaned your head back against his chest.  He looped his hand from your shoulder to your chest to fiddle with your necklace, a habit he’s developed from somewhere recently. 

“Do you know what happens to Demons that die?” Wonho sighed in thought as he looked outside, watching the sky’s tears hit the glass and dribble down to the wooden window pane outside. 

“Many say they are reincarnated as the species they die among.” 

“So, when all the Demons on Earth die?” 

“I suppose they’d reincarnate as humans somewhere along the line.”  You sighed as you leaned further into him.  

“Do you believe you’ll be reincarnated?”  He shrugged.  Who knew. 

“If I am, I hope I can find you again.” 

“Who said I will be?” 

“The soul never truly dies, it just get’s recycled and tossed around as it shifts from body to body over time.  I’m sure that a soul of the Gods isn’t one they’ll let go of so easily.  You’ll be back, even if you die.” 

You chuckled.  He made a point, the Gods wouldn’t put the Blessed Children here on the ground just to life a short life and then dissipate into the galaxy.  But, that raised so many more questions.  Would you remember your past, would you always be pulled towards the same love over and over again like a genetic magnet in your DNA? Nothing was made clear. 

Wonho chuckled as he pinched as your neck, making you yelp and slap his arm.  He lifted you up as he moved to sit on the bay window, you on his lap as he held you and watched the rain.  

“Don’t worry about the future.  We’ll find each other again, it’s a soul thing.”  You chuckled and finally let the conversation die until another time. 

🌙🌙🌙

The year 2067 was the year you died, your body growing frail with sickness and landing you a very early death.  Another 5 years later, Wonho followed you, finally succumbing to his heartache of your cold absence.  Years passed by and soon the Demons all died off one by one, and by the year 2084, humans ruled the Earth as one unit again.  

2084 seemed like such a bright future, but honestly it was very ordinary.  technology had advanced, yes, but the people as a whole had remained the same as all those years ago. They had learned that if they wanted change to occur, it should never be immediate and needs to be monitored and a collective progress of the people. 

2084 was the year that Earth once again was prosperous.  Travel was still busy as ever and many people had more opportunities to go wherever they wished. Many came to your city in hopes of seeing and praying at the sacred Temple you created for the people. 

2084 was the year a young, 25 year old man from Korea had decided to take a trip to anywhere, but home.  He had a goal, a goal of finding an older styled tattoo shop and getting a tattoo of a symbol he mindlessly doodled on a piece of paper, kept in his wallet.  

He had heard of a tattoo shop that was a small little hole in the wall, but was still in business thanks to it’s older style of the 2020s.  Not decked out in TVs, or radios, or machines.  Just a walk in shop with a bell on the door.  He had found it fairly easily with the help of his phone and soon he was stepping inside. 

The little bell signaled a walk in, and an older man greeted the younger one at the desk. The shop was covered in sketches hanging from the walls, and a divider was set up between the waiting area and the bench for the actual work to start. Even the air inside the place felt rustic and clean, as opposed to heavy and loitered in ink. 

“What can I do for you today?” The old man spoke over the counter to the young man.  He pulled out his wallet, and then the small scrap of folded paper before he slid it onto the desk top.

“I wanted to get this done today, if I could.”  The old man took it, and smiled at it fondly, almost like he had seen the completely random doodle the younger had drawn before. He nodded though. 

“Of course.  My granddaughter is in the back, I’ll have her make you a stencil and she’ll ink you.” He took the small scrap of paper and moved to a small door behind the desk.  “Make a stencil for the young man outside, you have something to do today.”  

20 minutes later, the old man was ushering the man behind the divider and into a chair.  He had pulled off his shirt, wanting the tattoo on his chest and sat, waiting for his granddaughter.  And soon, she showed up around the divider.  

“Hey!  I’m your artist for the day!”  The girl sat down in her own chair across front he young man as she then got up and jabbed at his chest.  “So a chest tat, huh?” He nodded. 

“Just felt like it shouldn’t go anywhere else, you know?” She nodded.  She had tattoos on her arms and he even saw one peeking out from under her shirt collar to her neck.  Her hair was pulled back out of her face, and she looked fairly comfortable, and happy.  It was a small shop, so maybe business was slow most of the time. 

“I hear yah, some times they just need to go in one place, or else it’s all wrong.  What’s your name by the way?” She started marking his chest with where it was going to do, transferring the stencil to his skin before the actual process. 

“Wonho, or that’s what I want to be called.”  She nodded.  Interesting name, interesting design, he must be a very interesting man. He looked at her sewn in name on her shirt. 

Y/N.  That was your name.  

“Well, Wonho, got any other tats you wanna share with the class?” He spoke to you the entire time you worked on his chest.  Inking, wiping, re-inking and wiping again.  He told you about the tattoos on his foot, thigh and even the risque one on his rear.  You explained some of yours, and how you wanted to be a tattoo artist ever since you watched your grandfather do it as a child. 

By the time the process was done, and he was admiring your finished work. He had sheepishly asked if he could get your number, not feeling like it would be right to leave without keeping in contact with you.  With a successful number swap and even a possible date with you, the pretty tattoos artist, Wonho walked out of the shop with a feeling in his chest that made him feel like he’s been reunited with someone he lost long ago, someone he use to know. That, and a new tattoo on his chest.

A tattoo of an ancient star.

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'Southern Diet' and Hypertension; Water and UTIs: It's PodMed Double T! - MedPage Today

PodMed Double T is a weekly podcast from Texas Tech. In it, Elizabeth Tracey, director of electronic media for Johns Hopkins Medicine, and Rick Lange, MD, president of the Texas Tech University Health Sciences Center in El Paso, look at the top medical stories of the week. A transcript of the podcast is below the summary.

This week's topics include preventing fractures in those with osteopenia, the obesity trajectory from childhood, risk factors for hypertension in blacks, and water and recurrent bladder infection.

Program notes:

0:45 Water consumption and recurrent bladder infection

1:41 Fifty percent reduction in recurrence

2:51 Factors related to hypertension in blacks

3:50 Fried foods, sugar-sweetened beverages

4:50 Modifiable risk factors

5:43 Obesity in childhood and risk

6:44 Age five obesity predicts adolescent obesity

7:43 Women with osteopenia and zoledronate

8:43 Both vertebral and non-vertebral fractures lower

9:47 Did recommend vitamin D

10:43 End

Transcript:

Elizabeth Tracey: Can we help older women avoid osteoporosis?

Rick Lange, MD: Does drinking more water prevent recurrent bladder infections?

Elizabeth: What are the factors that are related to high blood pressure in African Americans?

Rick: And determining risk for childhood obesity.

Elizabeth: That's what we're talking about this week on PodMed TT, your weekly look at the medical headlines from Texas Tech University Health Sciences Center in El Paso. I'm Elizabeth Tracey, a medical journalist at Johns Hopkins, and this will be posted on October 5th, 2018.

Rick: And I'm Rick Lange, President of Texas Tech University Health Sciences Center in El Paso, where I'm also Dean of the Paul L. Foster School of Medicine.

Elizabeth: Rick, I think since you changed up on us with some of the studies we were talking about covering this week, we should turn right to JAMA Internal Medicine, a look at whether drinking more water can help women avoid recurrent bladder infections or cystitis.

Rick: Thanks for the definition, because most people won't know what cystitis means. About 50% of women are going to have cystitis or bladder infections some time during their life, and the interesting thing is if you had a bladder infection, the chance of it recurring in the next year is about 25% to 30%. Now there's this old -- I don't want to call it a wives' tale -- but it's this historical story that if you drink more water it can actually prevent bladder infections, so that's what this study attempted to examine.

They took 140 premenopausal women that had bladder infection previously, not actively, and then they randomized them to just their routine diet, their routine drinking habits, or supplementing it with 1.5 extra liters of water per day. Essentially, that's a bottle of water three times a day.

They followed the women over the course of the year. The women that drank the extra water had a 50% reduction in recurrent bladder infection. Furthermore, they were less likely to require antibiotic treatments, and then when they did develop bladder infection, they developed it much later, almost twice as long as the women that didn't drink extra water. So the story you've heard -- drinking more water can prevent recurring bladder infections -- it appears there's a lot of truth to that.

Elizabeth: This, of course, is something that's very, very troubling for many women, this UTI, urinary tract infection. And you already segued kind of into this idea of treatment. Some of the antibiotics that are used for this are problematic.

Rick: In fact, it's estimated that 15% of all antibiotic prescriptions are for bladder infections, and we've talked before about how the persistent or continued use of antibiotics results in antibiotic resistance. The World Health Organization is looking for non-antibiotic ways to treat or prevent bladder infections, and it looks like water is.

Elizabeth: For all of us, then, who disparage those who walk around with those water bottles that they refill all over the place, we should probably be applauding them for a multitude of reasons. I think we're going to stay in that American Medical Association group and we're going to turn to the Journal of the American Medical Association.

For such a long time, we've noticed, of course, that there's a much higher rate of high blood pressure, or hypertension, among U.S. blacks than among other ethnic groups. And this study, I thought, was really interesting. It's a longitudinal cohort study of over 30,000 participants who did not have high blood pressure at baseline, and they were recruited between 2003 and 2007, and they participated in a follow-up visit about just short of 10 years later.

They looked at 12 clinical and social factors, including something that they called "Southern diet" to take a look at, "Wow! OK, where are you in this?" And of this number, just shy of 7,000 participants were included in this particular analysis. This thing that was identified as the Southern diet and that included a lot of fried foods, organ meats, sugar-sweetened beverages, bread. That was the absolute Number One factor that was significantly associated with higher hypertension in men and in women and is absolutely something that's modifiable.

So ... I think this is a really good news study because this is very troubling, this rate of high blood pressure among blacks. It leads to lots of things down the road, kidney failure, all kinds of stuff, and this is a modifiable risk factor.

Rick: I'm glad the way you teed it up because this was a study that looked at why blacks have an excess risk of hypertension compared to whites. You didn't put a number to it, but this study estimated that 52% of that reason was due to the Southern diet. The second most common contributing factor was a diet that was high in sodium compared to potassium. Again, that's modifiable as well. And then in women, excess weight or waist circumference also increased the risk. Again, these are all modifiable risk factors, so if we want to decrease the risk of hypertension and the consequent stroke and heart disease and kidney disease, these are things that we can do without prescribing medications.

Elizabeth: And all of these, of course, are linked -- the consumption of that diet, which is high in sodium and leads to a greater BMI [body mass index] for most people. I, at least, am really thankful for this study and this identification of this factor because we've talked about this so many times. Is there some genetic basis where we see this particular increased risk for hypertension and all the constellation of things that follow that? This study seems to suggest that no, there really isn't.

Rick: It clearly tells us that a lot of this is actually within our control. I agree with you -- rather than throwing up our hands and saying, "The risk of hypertension is higher in black individuals. We just need to accept it" -- no, no, no, these are modifiable risk factors and we need to address them.

Elizabeth: Your next one, then, sir, taking a look... we were just talking about obesity. In this case, in the New England Journal of Medicine, childhood obesity and what that means over the long haul.

Rick: On the basis of a large population, a longitudinal study of over 51,000 adolescents, they were able to do both a prospective and retrospective study looking back to say, "OK, did these adolescents who were obese, were they obese in childhood? If so, was that at a certain age period and can we use that to predict who will be obese as an adolescent?"

Here's what they determined. The overwhelming majority of normal-weight adolescents had a normal BMI at 1 and 2 years of age. That remained that way throughout childhood. However, approximately half of obese adolescents had actually become overweight obese by 5 years of age. In fact, when you look at that period between 2 and about 5 and 6 years of age, those that had an increase in their BMI, they call that a rebound adiposity. I'll mention why that is. They were much more likely to be obese. In fact, if you were obese at age 5 or 6, 90% of them were obese in adolescence.

This rebound adiposity, what happens is when an infant is born, it has about 10% or 14%, 15% fat by body weight. Then, as you know, up to about 6 or 12 months of age, they gain more fat. They become plump, but then it begins to trail off. Infants that have a rebound adiposity, that is they gain more weight between ages 2 and 6, those are the ones that are more likely to develop obesity as an adolescent.

Elizabeth: Clearly, however, children are interacting with the health care system during those ages, especially right before they get to school. So again, as we've talked about, it suggests to me that this is an opportunity where pediatricians can say, "Hmm, looks like we're on a trajectory that we really need to get our arms around."

Rick: It needs to start in preschool. Nutritional counseling needs to begin for the parent as soon as we've identified obese parents, because we know that increases the risk of childhood obesity as well.

Elizabeth: Well, that can be done even in pregnancy, usually.

Rick: Absolutely.

Elizabeth: OK. Finally, let's turn to our last one, the other end of the age spectrum. This is taking a look at women who have osteopenia, so not frank osteoporosis, but osteopenia. Wow! They've got less mineral deposits in their bones, and therefore at risk for developing frank osteoporosis and increase their fracture risk. Can the drug that's called zoledronate help in these people in preventing frank osteoporosis?

So they took a look at 2,000 women who had osteopenia and were 65 years of age or older, followed them for 6 years. They were randomly assigned to receive either four infusions of zoledronate at a dose of 5 milligrams, or normal saline, at 18-month intervals. So I kind of like this because they just have to take an infusion. They don't have to continue to take a daily medication. They also advised them to take a dietary calcium intake of 1 gram per day, but they did not provide calcium supplements and basically found that the risk of both non-vertebral and vertebral fragility fractures was significantly lower in those women who had received the bisphosphonate, which is what zoledronate falls into, than women who only got the placebo.

Rick: So Elizabeth, if I ask you the women who have fragility fractures, are they more likely to have osteoporosis or osteopenia? Most people would say, "Osteoporosis," because that's what we hear about. Actually, the number of women with osteopenia is much larger than the number of women with osteoporosis, so that's the group that's more likely to have fractures. So this study is a terrific study in that it says that we can take those individuals, and by giving them an infusion once every 18 months, reduce the risk of those fractures by between 30% and 40%. That's a significant benefit.

Elizabeth: I thought the other aspects of the study that were kind of interesting were the fact that they recommended calcium supplements, but did not provide them. Of course, we're seeing lots of plus-minus information about supplementation with calcium now, especially with regard to heart disease risk, and then also the vitamin D supplementation.

Rick: They didn't recommend calcium. They said, "Just make sure you have a good diet." But they did recommend vitamin D for women that weren't taking it. We've talked before about the fact that calcium really doesn't prevent bony fractures or osteoporosis. It's the vitamin D that does in older individuals.

Elizabeth: We're also spending an awful lot of time talking about vitamin D and vitamin D supplementation.

Rick: Vitamin D can be helpful, particularly in those that have vitamin D levels are low in both men and women. If women with osteopenia want to prevent fractures, this is the agent they should use, not a different agent.

Elizabeth: My caveat would also be to get vitamin D levels tested before taking a supplement.

Rick: I think that's not bad advice.

Elizabeth: On that note, I'm going to talk about the dietary factors and hypertension this week on the blog. That's a look at this week's medical headlines from Texas Tech. I'm Elizabeth Tracey.

Rick: And I'm Rick Lange. Y'all listen up and make healthy choices.

2018-10-06T14:00:00-0400

Source: https://www.medpagetoday.com/urology/urology/75531

[rain0205-blog]

Terminal State

Summary:  She tried leaving, submerging herself in work to escape the horrors she had seen. The horrors she kept seeing. She never wanted to go back to that life. But when the Empire takes her home, she’s forced to face her past. Can she move on? Can she cope? Or will she require a bit of help? still bad at summaries, still working on it. ever so slightly more than slight AU gadioxoc

Not Glowing

...

Dr. Virum smiled as she watched a mother with her infant daughter leave the hospital after a routine checkup. This was the patient with an enlarged heart, needing a new one in order to survive the life she barely even knew. The transplant for that baby had been a success, however, and she was responding well to treatment meaning her body wasn't rejecting the heart. The mother was so grateful to Dr. Virum that she personally stopped by to thank her every single time she came back for her check-ups. Virum, of course, was beyond happy to have helped out in any way, having a real soft spot for children. At least this time, she was able to save a life and that made up for all the misery she suffered in this job some days.

As the doors closed behind that small and happy family, the doctor pulled out her tablet and looked at what was next on her agenda. The vibrations of her phone in her pocket had her abruptly stop what she was doing and swiftly fish it out of her lab coat pocket. Gin, the pregnant resident nurse saw the reaction and was looking at her friend suspiciously. Dr. Virum smiled in a way she only recently started doing as she stared at her phone - and she rarely had her phone out while she was working. Chewing her lip in thought, that same sort of glow reached her cheeks before replying to a message and putting it back in her pocket. It was then she caught the look of her charge nurse, wondering why on Eos she was being stared at like that.

"What?" she asked.

"Who's that?" asked Gin, nodding her head towards the phone.

"This?" Dr. Virum held up the tablet, "Looks like 45 year-old male presenting with severe abdominal pain likely caused by constipation."

"No I don't mean the patient files, I mean on your phone. Who's making you glow?"

"Glow? What are you talking about?"

"All week you've been glowing at your phone. Who is he?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she scoffed, regretting that she even opened up her mouth.

"Is it that huge Crownsguard you were making kissy faces with last week?"

Virum felt the heat rise to her cheeks, "What? Kissy faces?" she tried to feign disbelief.

"You know, that really big one that kept asking you out. Did you finally say yes?"

"You're crazy lady. Those pregnancy hormones are really messing with you."

"You DID say yes!" Gin confirmed.

"You have no idea what you're talking about," she walked away into the patient room.

"This isn't over, Cia, I want details!"

"Don't hold your breath waiting for something that never happened," she said gently before opening the door and stepping inside.

45 year-old male, severe abdominal pain. Constipated, mediated with stool softener and left for observation. 89 year-old male, broken hip. Administered antibiotics and put on a list for hip replacement. 13 year-old female, severe abdominal pain. Beginning of menstruation. 29 year-old male, severed femur. Mended, given pain medication. 32 year-old male, nausea, dizzy spells, shortness of breath. Common cold, administered antibiotics.

I know it's hard to hold in your desire to see me.

73 year-old female, shortness of breath. Asthmatic, administered oxygen. 8 year-old male, persistent shortness of breath, sinus infection. Cystic fibrosis, sent to pediatrics for continued treatment. 96 year-old male, cardiac arrest. Time of death, 19:08. 33 year-old female, fainted. Low blood pressure.

Your ego is the perfect remedy to kill that sort of desire.

24 year-old male, overdose. Resuscitated and put on 72 hour watch. 40 year-old male, sprained ankle. Wrapped up, given pain medication. 55 year-old female, abdominal pain, nausea, constipation. Fungal infection, administered medication.

That hurt, Doc, I think I might need to come in and get it checked out

28 year-old female, nausea, dizzy spells, vomiting. Pregnant. 50 year-old female, shortness of breath, loss of movement in entire body. Final stage Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis. Time of death, 21:54. 33 year-old male, multiple lacerations and contusions, fractured ribs. Fighting, stitched, patched, administered pain medication.

Maybe it's you who's desperate to see me.

Dr. Virum sat in the lounge, taking a much-needed break. She was also hiding from Gin, knowing the woman was on her way out soon and wasn't interested in being pestered about her personal life. Here in the lounge, everyone left her alone, knowing that she did a lot of work while she was here. Her phone buzzed again and she smiled as she pulled it out, unlocking the screen.

You got me. When's a good time?

Virum sighed. Gladiolus and herself had been texting back and forth religiously since she regained his number in her new phone nearly a week ago. The two hadn't seen each other since then, their schedules remaining out of line but he was getting impatient and she could tell by the urgency of his messages, pushing again to see her outside of work. It wasn't that she didn't want to but while he was busy with his day in the morning she was more often than not, sleeping. Well, sleeping as much as she could given her constant inability to sleep a full cycle. Lately, she had been working double shifts, the evening and the night. They were short staffed and she was the only attending in her department to look after the new resident doctors. She wished there were more around but she did her job.

Wish I could say. I'm on throughout the night.

Small white teeth captured her bottom lip as she sent the message, feeling bad that she had to once again turn him down. It wasn't long ago that she was doing it with ease, now that they were a little more familiar with each other she was having more trouble with it. Things seemed more complicated now and she missed the simplicity of not having any feelings. That doctor liked him, that she couldn't deny. Somehow he had crawled under her skin despite her attempts to keep him at bay. Sneaky. Her phone vibrated in her hands, snapping her out of her thoughts. It wasn't a reply, however, simply an alarm to signal the end of her break.

Sorry...

She sent it as an afterthought when he took longer than normal to answer. Her stomach twisted as she was nervous. Heaving a sigh, she kept her hazel orbs on the screen before her, knowing that she would have to get back to work. Just as she was about to put her phone away, it buzzed again.

I get it. They need the best on site.

Virum smiled at his response, that warm feeling spreading throughout her body at his words. At least he wasn't taking this personally, accepting she mostly put her job before anything else. It was with relief that he knew she wasn't still trying to avoid him.

But I get to go to sleep tonight. You, however, get to stay up all night at work thinking about me.

The response caused her to laugh out loud at her phone. Again she captured her lip in that nervous manner before typing in her reply.

Good night, Gladio

Night Doc.

A smile still plastered on her face, she put her phone away and was extremely happy that Gin wasn't here to see this. Taking a deep breath, she left the lounge, getting ready to finish the rest of her shift. Hopefully, it would be another quiet night where she could squeeze in some twenty-minute naps here and there.

...

Dr. Virum sighed heavily as she observed herself in the mirror. Her bloodshot hazel eyes made her look like she had been up for days on a bender. Just one more hour and she could leave. The girl was extremely hungry, her stomach in protest at the crap she had been feeding it as of late. After all of this hard work, she knew that the only way to settle herself was to eat a real breakfast, no matter the exhaustion, and then return to her home. Yeah, she was going home this morning, she hadn't been there in a couple of days and she didn't care if she slept in one of her massive garbage or laundry piles, she was sick of hearing beeping and the hum of lights. Rubbing her eyes carefully in an attempt to keep herself awake, she absently wondered why she even bothered with makeup at all. If anything, the constant layer of black only amplified the dark circles that formed under her eyes in contrast with her pale skin. Virum missed when she looked mostly human and not some hollow shell containing her medical brain. Sighing once more, she left, going back to work.

As she approached the nurse's station, Tash was looking at her with an amused smile on her face. What could that be about? The older woman was always very motherly, always thought she was one step ahead. Virum didn't say anything under that steady gaze but pulled out her tablet to look through patient files. She was aware of the older woman's eyes following her everywhere she went. Turning her back, she pulled up the file, trying not to focus on being watched. 23 year-old male minor chest pain. At least this would be simple, men that age didn't have too much wrong with them. Glancing at Tash one more time who was now openly grinning at her. Dr. Virum narrowed her eyes in suspicion before going toward the treatment room. The doctor opened up the glass sliding doors and pulled back the curtain, studying the file before her. Placing her tablet in her lab coat pocket and grabbed a pair of latex gloves, she began to pull them over her hands and then stopped as soon as she looked up. Virum rolled her eyes slightly, letting out a little laugh as she looked at her patient. He was grinning at her as he usually did, his amber eyes mischievous as he observed her. The girl didn't even bother with her gloves, giving him a pointed look and tried to keep the smile off her face as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Hey Doc," he greeted casually.

"Gladio, happy to see you utilizing our hospital resources," she replied dryly.

"Nurse said you weren't busy," he shrugged.

"I guess I'm not. What are you doing here?"

"Told you, I had to come get checked out. This mean girl hurt me."

"Awe. She sounds like a real bitch."

"Wouldn't know, only see her at work."

Her smiled turned sad as she shifted her gaze downward, "Sorry."

He shrugged, "You're done soon right?"

She brought her attention back towards him, nodding, "Little less than an hour."

"No chance of skipping out early?"

"Only if the relief doctor comes in early, and he probably won't, he never does."

Gladio nodded at her, his smile never fading from his face. Virum took a quick peek behind her, glaring with a smile at Tash who only looked at the young woman knowingly. Gin had a big mouth. Bringing up her tablet, she noted that there wasn't anyone waiting so she could linger here for a short time. The doctor put her face back in her tablet and discharged Gladiolus, looking pointedly at Tash one more time.

"Well?" he asked her.

She turned back towards him, "Well what?"

"Aren't you going to examine me?" he raised a brow with a wolfish smile.

"Rain check."

"I'll hold you to that."

"I'm sure you will."

The Shield stood from the gurney, walking towards her. Dr. Virum kept a respectable distance, this was a workplace after all. Besides, the curtains behind her were open and she was very aware of the older woman's gaze on her back. The doctor looked up at him as he approached and then watched him walk by her, stepping outside of the room.

"I'll be in the waiting room," he said.

Virum smiled and nodded at him before he turned and grinned at the resident nurse watching from her station. Tash waved politely and then her smile turned back toward the young doctor, her eyes glowing in amusement. Dr. Virum walked back to the nurse's station, tablet in hands and looked at the nurse expectantly, waiting for some sort of explanation as to what that was all about.

"Gin's right, he does make you glow," said Tash, looking back over at the Shield.

"I'm not glowing," Virum insisted, keeping the smile from her face.

"Whatever happened to, 'I don't date Crownsguard' anyway?"

"I..." she sighed, glancing quickly at Gladiolus happy he hadn't noticed her, "I don't even know how this happened. But it did, and I'm not entirely unhappy about it," she finally conceded now that the cat was out of the bag, "I'm not really sure what I think, I've been here more often than not."

"Well, praise the gods, the ice queen has feelings after all."

"Ice queen? Is that seriously what people call me?"

Tash shrugged, "More or less. You're never with anyone and you never go home. And most have heard about where you were before you came here."

She frowned, "You don't believe them... do you?"

"I wasn't sure at first. Now I know."

She smiled relieved, "Thanks."

...

After about 45 minutes into the last hour the relief doctor, Dr. Brette, made his appearance and she was free to go. Virum nearly sprinted toward the locker rooms and punched in the code to her locker, placing her tablet carefully inside and pulled out her toiletries with a fresh change of clothes. The door was slammed closed, hastily grabbing a fresh towel and hitting the showers. The water was scorching as usual, her skin turning red upon contact and with it, relief of the stress she had carried the last sixteen hours. But she didn't linger so long, knowing that Gladiolus was waiting patiently for her.

Athenacia pulled on her clean clothes, dumping her hospital attire in the waste bin to get washed for the next shift. She blow dried her hair quickly in the mirror, letting it flare out at the bottom that only reached halfway down her neck. Jewelry went back in place and another coat of makeup was swiftly applied in a poor attempt to look mostly human. There was no hiding those bloodshot eyes that carried her sleep deprivation wherever she went. The dark circles if anything, looked worse than before on her pale complexion. Sighing, she wondered what anyone could possibly see in her. That ugly scar on her neck was mostly hidden by her thin, long-sleeved black shirt. It wasn't very low but didn't bundle up around her neck, letting her necklace be visible against her skin. Her dark jeans clung to her body but allowed her to move freely and she put her boots on. They were black, with a very noticeable zipper that stopped about mid calf and a very small heel to them. As satisfied as she could be with such short notice, she walked back toward her locker, opening it up again and dumping her things inside before grabbing the last items to leave. She pulled on those telltale fingerless black and grey striped gloves, her purse and then a soft, form-fitting leather jacket.

Checking her phone, a small bout of anxiety swept through her at seeing it was 30 minutes after her shift ended. Half an hour wasn't exactly a terribly long time to take to get ready but she hated when people were waiting for her. Athenacia walked briskly back toward the emergency department, giving a small wave to Tash on her way past the nurse's station. She slowed her pace as she walked into the waiting room, her hazel eyes scanning it quickly. Gladiolus wasn't exactly hard to spot and she found him dozing in a chair off to the side. Athenacia smiled sadly at the scene, feeling guilty about having him wait on her like this, but was overly thrilled that he had gone through the effort to wake up early and invade her work like this.

The girl walked over to him as other staff were beginning their shift change. Her smile grew as she heard a light snore coming from his nose and she tilted her head slightly in thought before reaching her hand out slowly towards his shoulder. Athenacia was about to make contact with him when his hand suddenly jerked and grabbed her wrist. Suppressing a squeal was easy but she couldn't stop her body from jumping in response, taking in a breath of relief while he regarded her with the playful grin he seemed to always wear. The doctor smiled back at him, feeling extremely small as his massive hand seemed to take over most of her forearm. Gladio stood then, keeping their connection as he moved his hand to keep hers occupied within his own. Athenacia wasn't really prepared for that but didn't make any effort to move as she felt heat on her cheeks while being lead out of the emergency department.

"Where to?" he asked as he began walking with her toward his car.

"Breakfast, I'm starving," she emphasized the last word.

"I know just the place," he replied, regretfully letting go of her hand as they approached the vehicle.

Once she had gotten in she leaned her head back on the headrest, the exhaustion setting in upon her. The sun was already up, people along with it waking from their slumber and getting ready for the day. Gladiolus drove and she tried to keep track of where they were going so she had an idea of where she was. They didn't travel for very long, the streets pretty well empty at this hour. The girl was dozing a bit, the harder she tried to keep her eyes open the more asleep she was. But when she felt the car stop she was alert for a brief moment, getting out and closing the door gently before meeting him on the sidewalk.

Athenacia blinked in surprise as he swiftly grabbed her hand again and began to guide her down the street. They weren't walking very fast but they were silent as she was fighting with her stomach to settle down with his proximity. In truth, she wasn't exactly prepared for his boldness and it was throwing her completely off guard but it wasn't unpleasant either so she went with it as they walked. It was only about a block away that he started to lead her toward a diner. The door was being held open already as they approached and he released her hand to allow her to step inside first. A small blush crept to her cheeks when she felt one of his hands graze her back as she took a step up into the door. Athenacia then sidestepped to allow him room to enter as she wasn't even sure where she was going. Gladio grabbed her hand again and led her to the table that was right in the window, the only one that seemed to be free at the moment. It was very busy here, this place being open all hours of the day and night according to the sign. It reminded her of the diner down the street from her house and made her feel mostly at ease. The girl looked over the menu and her mouth began to water. As the waiter approached, Gladiolus ordered quickly and then the attention was on her.

"I want a peameal benedict, three eggs medium, a side of fruit and a peanut butter milkshake," she told him seriously. He wrote it all down faithfully, taking her menu from him.

Gladiolus raised his eyebrows, "You're going to eat all that?"

"And then some, that caramel chocolate pecan cheesecake is next."

He laughed, "I'm impressed."

"I haven't eaten since about two this morning."

"Busy night?"

"Yes and no. There's just so much late night cafeteria food one can take. Tash brings me snacks, but she's not always on night shift."

Gladio grinned at her as they continued to talk about the sudden need of her for double shifts. Athenacia explained that with the war going on they needed more staffing at the other clinics and since she was mostly the one managing the department it usually fell to her to take the extra shits. It was the norm, seeing as all she ever really did with her free time was work anyway. Gladiolus could see the damage that Ignis had spoken of as she talked but their conversation was interrupted by their food being brought to them. The doctor dived in immediately, the pang in her stomach refusing to be quelled until she did. Gladio watched her with amusement in his amber eyes. Athenacia had no shame about eating and given her small stature, he was definitely not expecting it. When she finished the entire thing he had to admit he was a little shocked, she had eaten more than him, and just as she promised, ordered that slice of cheesecake. Her eyes were aglow as it was brought out to her but she savoured this instead of wolfing it down. The Shield could see the bags under her eyes despite the effort she used to hide them.

"Do you ever sleep?" he blurted without thinking.

Athenacia looked at him with the fork in her mouth, her lips covering the bite she was taking. She slid it slowly out, chewing and swallowing with her eyes downcast. The question definitely took her by surprise.

"Here and there. Once in a while, I get lucky to manage to get a few undisturbed hours."

"Your job?"

"No, they usually leave me alone."

"What is it then?" he narrowed his eyes slightly as he studied her.

"It's... Just a bad dream sometimes..." she replied evasively, hoping he wouldn't press the matter.

"Good, you should be suffering after what you did," a voice sounded behind her, delivering the words with pure hatred.

The doctor turned to look at the source, as the man walked up to their table and stood in front of them. He was tall, lanky, with his arms crossed as he glared at her with hard emerald eyes. The stranger donned the uniform of a Glaive, his strawberry blond hair falling down his face, completely untamed as he regarded her. Athenacia matched his stare, Gladiolus noting that her hands tightened into fists. He imagined that she had white knuckles underneath her gloves.

"Athenacia Virum, still walking the streets of Insomnia pretending to care about lives that you destroy," he said in malice.

"You wanna step away now?" warned Gladiolus, his amber eyes hardening at what he was hearing.

"Oh? Got yourself another bodyguard did you?" the man regarded the Shield, and then smirked, "You move quickly. First Cor, then Grun, now it looks like you're after the Prince's own sword Shield. What's next, Virum, the Prince himself? You seem to go younger as you get older."

Gladiolus growled but Athenacia was on her feet before he could react. Despite being shorter than the Glaive, she matched his stare with zero issue, keeping her breath calm and even while the anger bubbled within her. Gladiolus also stood, on guard and waiting for anything to happen. All eyes in the diner were on the three of them and that only fueled her rage more as she fought with herself to contain her anger.

"You need to leave now, Pius," she seethed between gritted teeth, "Or I'll show you first hand exactly what happened that night," and to emphasize her point, she opened her hand, sparking a fireball with the King's magic she could still wield from long ago, "You do remember how adept I am with fire, right?"

Athenacia kept it contained in her hand, ready to strike him if need be. Pius had his face contorted in anger as he looked between her, the fireball, and once at the Shield who held his own death glare. The tension in the room was extremely high with each passing second, the civilians wondering whether or not they would witness a fight, if that fireball was going to make its move. Pius then scoffed at her, turning toward the door.

"You'll get what's coming to you, Virum, don't think you won't," he spat at her before leaving.

Athenacia kept her hateful gaze on the spot he occupied for just a moment before dismissing the flames in her hands. A large, shaking breath left her lips, one she didn't even know she was holding, and she suddenly became very aware of all the eyes that were on her. If it was possible, she became paler as her nerves got the better of her. She bolted out of the diner without a second thought, knowing that she needed to get out of there, leaving Gladiolus in her dust to sit and wonder what had just happened.

[localbiz]

Expanding interest for Health and Fitness Centres in New Zealand.

In late many years the significance of Health and Fitness Centres has been expanded positively. In the present period, individuals are considerably more worried about their wellbeing. Even though acquiring the ideal wellbeing or at the end of the day, lessening those additional kilos is anything but a simple undertaking. Be that as it may, when accomplished individuals will doubtlessly appreciate just as hotshot the equivalent. These incorporate various projects intended to change the actual appearance as well as assist you with beating enthusiastic impediments.

The interest for these offices is expanded as everybody needs to be fit and take part effectively in picked everyday exercises. Additionally, the present age anticipates a functioning way of life. What's more, acceptable wellbeing is the aftereffect of consistent endeavours and it requires a long time to get that ideal wellbeing and wellness. In this article, you will see a lot of time isn't expected to put resources into request to get colossal prizes for actual wellness. For this, lone a powerful and productive exercise plan is required. It is likewise educated that out concerning 24 hours 24 minutes ought to be given to the body wellness.

Northern Arena

It is an honour winning private Health and Fitness Centres in New Zealand. They centre around every one of the angles from weight reduction, appearance development, strength assembling and improving in general wellbeing. They give direction from the wellness group and projects that keep the customer roused to get the outcome they need.

Exercise Options:-

●       Les Mills Group Fitness.

●       F2 Functional Training.

●       Swim.

●       Yoga.

●       30 moment HIIT.

●       Water Aerobics.

●       Boxing.

●       Cycling.

●       Self-train.

●       Individual Training.

They likewise give the alternative to take in swimming from 2 months old infants to grown-up improver classes. All swimming exercises are educated by exceptionally prepared and achieved swimming educators. Pools are explicitly intended to improve certainty, advancement and security in and around water.

The size of classes is kept little in size to empower additional time and individual educational cost and the reformist swimming model.

Swim level they give:-

●       Child swimming exercises.

●       Grown-up swimming exercises.

●       Little child Swim Lessons.

●       Crippled Kids program.

●       Pre-school swim exercises.

●       Private swimming exercise.

●       School-matured exercises.

●       Occasion program.

●       Ability ID.

●       Coast swim club.

The main advantage wellbeing and work out schedule can have is to improve the general wellness level. These projects are intended to change the way of life. Some get extraordinary outcomes from working out each day or perhaps two or three days as it were. We as a whole have novel requirements with regards to abstaining from food and exercise.

Body fit Movement. 

The logically demonstrated Health and Fitness Centres in Auckland. They pointed toward decreasing fat and making fit muscle into an assortment of the 50-minute meeting. This meeting is managed by authorised mentors in a powerful gathering climate. Significant degrees of visuals content exhibiting programs all through the studio and permit mentors to invest more energy focusing on individuals.

Difficulties they survive:-

●       Lessen fat and develop lean.

●       More assortment of cardio.

●       Fun and wellbeing at a similar spot.

●       Body moulding

●       Stretch Body Fit development. 

Another enormous factor in any actual workout regime is the expense. Bunches of weight reduction offices will flaunt their complex hardware to legitimize the expense of joining. Whatever choice pick, guarantee that the advantages exceed the expense. Picking the best wellness office and program is the main advance in weight reduction endeavours

Group Training Limited

This Health and Fitness Centres in Christchurch gives an extreme choice to group exercises. 2-3 meetings each week help to get the group persuaded towards their actual liveliness. It has a climate where every one of the individuals is dealt with like competitors. They intend to satisfy everybody's necessities intellectually, truly and profoundly.

Administrations they are acceptable at:-

●       Outside Workout meeting.

●       Group inspiration.

●       Astonishing environment.

●       New meetings.

●       Preparing like competitors.

 Les Mills New Lynn.

They are a sort of rec centre that everything in one spot. Being the best staggered Health and Fitness Centres in Wellington. The norm of exercises is redesigning step by step to arrive at the level of the most recent pattern this spot is the most appropriate. Separated, from day by day exercises, other proactive tasks are additionally being advanced here.

Decent wellbeing and workout regime begins with legitimate actual exercise. These are the imperative key to fruitful wellbeing. There is a lot of proactive tasks intended to address the issues of each person. Some incline toward the rudiments and some favour proficient ones. This spot additionally assists with battling against pressure. Having the correct perspective is likewise significant for well-being. Legitimate eating routine diagrams are likewise given by the prepared mentors.

However, this centre isn't simply limited to wellness as it were. In any case, this spot moves to push forward to eventually arrive at target wellbeing.

It has now become a significant concern. This made life dynamic and cautious. Presently, life has gotten more basic and simple. All an individual require is only a solitary snap away. Health and Fitness Centres in Hamilton bargains in proactive tasks as well as give helpful eating regimens, practice contingent upon ages and those are educated by proficient educators. A portion of these focuses in the country are likewise presenting character improvement classes which will end up being a general body advancement.

Final Words:-

Dealing with Health and Fitness Centres is a finished commitment to the body. Give benefits as well as give a legitimate wellbeing and wellness plan. These assist in the fight off infection and aliments. Appropriate actual wellness assembles certainty moreover. Zeroing in on this isn't hopping on some blur diet or taking a wizardry pill. It's an everyday routine arrangement that will assist one with encountering a more extended, better and more full life.

[stone-man-warrior]

February 9, 2021: 1:50 pm:

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Trump impeachment trial, in a nutshell:

(Hollywood Suspense Comedy Presentation)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vKumME6_oYs&t=9s

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2:00 pm:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxoUmh2FCX4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxoUmh2FCX4

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2:14 pm:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Idn-tjVGCUo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRNJNlCGduM

How many emergency vehicles do you count at this circus of media distraction?

Do you know what really goes on at Inland Regional Center?

I do.

Inland Regional Center is a clearing house where kidnapped US Citizens are processed AFTER the forced experimental surgeries are performed on them. It’s a place where SAG members call on for information about their “Partner” pet people they order, people... citizens, surgically altered to exacting specifications of the SAG actor, musician, clown, magician who orders one as a pet.

I once saw a “Partner”, one called “The Magic 8 Ball” who was a very knowledgeable young lady, her legs and arms amputated, hands re-attached at the shoulder, and she had breasts all around her whole body, I estimate she had 72 breasts attached to her body.

There are “Voyeur” websites, where they claim that regular people have made cameras in their homes available for view online, and those are the places where snuff movies are done live, and, where sex acts with a “Partner” are also performed live. The video feed is masked with a variety of false IP routing such that it would take hours or days to trace the source physical address, Google is able to arrange that kind of routing services for live snuff movies. I saw that “Magic 8 Ball” girl at a Voyeur website and in person in Oregon.

This Inland Regional Center is one of many places where arrangements for production and distribution of such kidnapped victims is done.

That is why so many “Emergency Response Vehicles” showed up there. I suspect some investigative persons, or maybe a curious citizen happened to go in there, without being prepared for reality.

This same kind of activity happened at least twice at Inland Regional Center, almost exactly the same way each time.

That place is located at a Gypsum Mine. There is a road that goes around the small mountain where the Gypsum Mine is at, and those who drive on that road, are captured and taken to Inland Regional Center.

When news about Gavin newsome happens, sometimes it’s really news about that Gypsum Mine, and by extension, is news about Inland Regional Center.

Gavin is in the news at @ Psaki WH Spox @PressSec Twitter account today.

There must be some Drywall on the loose.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQAYy8i-LGc

https://twitter.com/PressSec/status/1359243295608754176

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3:55 pm:

A personal anecdote about an enlightening experience I encountered in around 2003 or so:

I received a call from someone claiming to be my father, it sounded like him, so, I listened as he told me I had won a contest, a small pop-up tent trailer is what was said I had won. I didn‘t enter any such contest, so, it was weird. But, after many repeated calls, to say I needed to go pick up this trailer, after about three or four months, I decided to go get the Quest brand, small, pop-up tent trailer that he insisted I had won, and had been stored at some persons house, who needed it moved away, so, I was pressured in a few different ways to go get this small pop-up tent trailer.

It was in California, nearby Hollywood, I had to drive to Southern California to get the thing.

I decided to make an adventure out of it, I had a girlfriend at the time, and we went to California to find the pop-up tent trailer. It was being stored at the home of a man by the name of Harry Stark, so, we went there.

On the way, I stopped at some of my old friends homes, it was weird, everyone seemed nervous.

My girlfriend and I went to a place called Vintage King Audio on Sunset Blvd, to look at what music equipment they might have that I might want. Out front of Vintage King Audio was a gal with a baby stroller, who was freaking out about the baby, who was not in the baby stroller, she was going into the nearby stores, and looking inside of all of the cars parked there to find the baby.

I asked her what was wrong, she said her baby is gone, and proceeded to keep looking for the baby.

I went into Vintage King Audio, there is or was a glass wall divider between two parts of the store, and in there was someone beating the living daylight out of a small infant baby.

I looked around, in all of the other small places there are there, a speaker showroom, and a microphone show room area, and noticed that there is nothing in Vintage King Audio that a regular musician can afford, a small patch cable costs about $50 at VKA, so, I left, and called the police about the man beating the baby to death inside the store.

We picked up the trailer, and headed for Santa Monica Pier, to park and get some rest, but that did not work, there were people who came and parked right next to us, in a parking lot that was completely empty, hundreds of available parking spots, and these assholes all wanted to park right next to us where we trying to take a nap after driving for twelve hours and picking up that trailer. When we left Harry Stark’s house, there was a young boy inside my van as we left, I have no idea where he came from, or why he was inside my van. It was weird, so, I asked what he is doing in the van, he said a bunch of things that did not make sense at the time, but they do now. He said he wanted to go home, and begged me not to call the police, so, I took him where he wanted to go, and dropped him off, he was scared, about ten years old.

On the way to the Pier, after calling the Los Angeles 911 about the baby at VKA, on Sunset, there was a road block of about 30 police cars, and some motorcycle police nearby Pacific Palisades. We had to wait while Kobi Briant and a whole bunch of Basketball stars and movie stars in big black limousines exited that neighborhood in Pacific Palisades.

And that’s what happened.

I don‘t have a conclusion.

Lot’s more happened that few days in California, all of it was very strange.

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4:36 pm:

This below is Boris Johnson trying to reach a terror soldier by the name of Clyde Baum of 333 Jackpine Dr.

If you think you know more about this than I do, then you can read the face value, and be entertained.

Otherwise, trust me, it’s about Clyde, and by extension, is about Oregon Department of Motor Vehicles, specifically the one in Grants Pass on Beacon Dr., and, the underground facility that exists there under the adjacent Cartwright’s Sandwich Shop, and that will lead to Cartwright’s Meat Butcher Shop at the end of Union Ave. and that leads to JD’s Sports Bar (also is widely featured in coded news on Twitter today) and that will lead to Asante Health Three Rivers Medical Center, and that leads to Oregon Health Science University Hospital, Doernbecker Children’s Hospital, Shriner’s Children‘s Hospital, and the Veteran‘s Administration Hospital, all of which are at the OHSU campus.

All of that, is of concern to Boris Johnson, and he needs to reach Clyde Baum, so he can find out why Janice “Jay-Bob” Freeberg, General of the Terror Air Force, is not answering her secret communication devices that are connected to Boris Johnson‘s office, Trudeau’s Office, Eastwood Guitars Office, and Windsor Castle and the House of Lords.

(this is dangerous stuff to say, I have no help, there are no US Public Safety, so, please send some help. You need to send US Military if any are left alive, there are no more US national Guard, all were killed and replaced with Canadians and Screen Actor Guild members.)

Besides the specifics of Clyde Baum, there is that layout arrangement that is being used broadly on Twitter and in the Google Gmail. The layout detail of two separate paragraphs is a recent addition to tweets made by leading terror operatives on Twitter. See that Boris uses two fairly equal paragraphs, and he points out two other fairly equal sized paragraphs. That, means “Equestrian”, and that means “Two-Horse Power”, and that could be “Briggs & Stratton“ or “Tecumsa”, four stroke two-horse power motors. That means “Royal Canadian Mounted Police”. So again, if you think you know more about real terror on global level than I do, then go ahead and be entertained at the Show where the fake impeachment trial was put there for your viewing enjoyment while this other communication and activity is taking place.

I suspect the Tweet is also directed at Monroe, and Chapman terror cells.

“Have a nice day, welcome to Jamaica”

I suspect by the end of tomorrow, there will be much about RocketDyne in Simi Valley, and Raytheon in Colorado, possibly some nasa news, but Simi Valley and Raytheon Colorado is more important.

Twitter MUST be taken offline right now, there is no other way to slow the advance of the Global Domination being waged by Britain/SAG/Vatican forces with a trained army from Canada to take over USA. nitrous oxide is their main offensive weapon, Medazolam mixed in is of higher command level uses, a variety of “boutique” airborne gasses that produce immediate symptoms that prevent people from defending themselves.

https://twitter.com/BorisJohnson/status/1359082166542598146

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5:13 pm:

Additionally, there is some set-up work being done with Joe Bonamassa news in the email promotions.

The set-up is for other communication shell language for some time in the near future to be used by Twitter news media.

“Datsun 210″ is the shell.

So, some things to consider are Pearl Harbor, Japan, and Zero’s, fake ones fitted with Mercedes Benz of Rolls Royce motors, I forget which ones were used.

Also, consider the shape of the Datsun 210, the old ones are sought after, are square, boxy looking little cars, are very cool. That is going to lead to the 1959 - 1961 Ford Thunderbird, is called a “Box Bird” by enthusiasts. That will take you to the 1960′s era Lincoln Continental, JFK assassination, and to Main Street USA at Disneyland where Micheal Eisner has a secret office inside of the Gettysberg Address Lincoln attraction there, and that place is a place where experimental surgery victims are tested, and observed.

The Datsun 210 Comm shell is also a B-210 shell. That is going to lead to the band “B-52′s” and a song called “Planet Claire”, where Claire drives a Plymouth Satellite. That is going to be a complicated mess that makes everything else seem simple if it reaches the Planet Clair level of communications, where the satellites are Boeing 737 or other airplanes filled with Mustard Gas and flying around dropping large loads of poison gasses on the populations of the targeted parts of the world. The “B-52″ part is also leading to Josephine County Sheriff’s office building, the way it was originally built before it exploded, twice... there are no records of any explosions having taken place there, but, the whole building exploded, twice over the past 12 - 15 years or so.

https://www.google.com/maps/@42.4329825,-123.3030264,107m/data=!3m1!1e3

I designed that building in around 1998 - 2001 while held captive by the terror army, they wanted maximum windows, so, I gave them windows, and hid a B-2 Bomber in the design so that I could maybe get some help. The wing of a B-2 Bomber should fit real good when over-layed on top of that Josephine County Sheriff Office building.

Since then, the building has exploded twice, been rebuilt differently. That is the current Google Map view, is not the same as what exists there today. There is a great big County Jail attached to that now, is an extermination center.

The Joe Bonamassa email today, is setting up a comm shell language to use at a later time. The shell language will be complex, based on a simple little Japanese car, one that is very boxy, and square looking, and is a desirable little car to have.

That Datsun 210 is going to also lead to the Volkswagen Type III notchback for even more secret communication shell language to use as a basis.

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5:54 pm:

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Ohio -----------------------------------------------------------------

They are Hot Rods, get in and drive them.

T-Bucket Roadsters

PS: You have to do math in order to turn a Datsun into a Type III.

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6:09 pm:

Los Angeles Times Twitter Verified Account is calling for some Damage Control Distraction nbc/Universal/Comcast style, with big guns.

Pete Santilli will be here shortly. He carries a Pocket Constitution, and hands them out to anyone who wants one. Hardly anyone cares about the US Constitution enough to save it, enough to read it, enough to know that without some kind of structure where people are guaranteed some freedom, while being held accountable for their actions should those actions harm others ... without a constitution of agreed rules, then everyone will be held in captivity, where there are no rules.

Absence of Freedom is the presence of captivity.

The SAG terror cells have it worked out where if someone mentions the US Constitution, that must mean that those people are terrorists, and a constitutional statement is deemed as automatically associated with some kind of anti-USA militia. They have it worked out where the media is in control, and media representatives from nbc/Universal/Comcast are able to take possession of a obscure US Park refuge, while making that look huge, but in contrast to reality, that is small potatoes.

The bastards took over most or all of the US Military and national Guard bases, and filled them up with Canadian impostors playing role of US military personnel, and Screen Actor Guild Actors playing role of the commanding officers at the hijacked bases on the west coast.

They did that, then presented Malheur wildlife refuge take over by a bunch of farmers, and everyone believed it, because they saw it on TV news.

Nancy Sinatra must have received a memo from Ann Wilson and Roger Waters who are at Kauai Ranch running things from the most beautiful place in USA, the Island of Kauai. They are totally protected from surprises there, while they destroy the continental USA in league with Britain and Vatican.

The Fat Lady on the Island, is doing some singing, and LA Times has been selected to run the Distraction Play.

https://twitter.com/latimes/status/1359185527291871235

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6:37 pm:

This is what really happened with the Pete Santilli Show in Harney County Oregon:

Someone, maybe it was me, contacted FBI at FBI.Tips.Gov, to report mass murder and terror take over happening in Oregon.

FBI officials did not pay attention to the details that were presented, which include that all of the public safety and Oregon government have been taken over and are occupied by leaders of a vast terror army, so, the FBI, foolishly contacted those Oregon public safety officials to ask them very politely if they are terrorists who took over, and asked them permission to come and have look around. So, of course, those terror operatives simply gave the fools at FBI.Tips.Gov something to have a look at, and rolled out the Malheur Wildlife Refuge Occupation, claiming that the person who reported the state takeover was mistaken, and was scared to say that the problem is in Harney County, where that persons girlfriend lived at the time, Emily Periman, AKA: Emily Smith. So, a bunch of FBI fools went to Harney County Oregon, where a big giant circus performance of thousands of entertainers from Universal Studios Theme Park showed up to give the FBI fools something to look at, while luring all of them into traps, where they were all killed and replaced with actors from Screen Actor Guild, and some Royal Canadian Mounted Police were tossed into the mix as the muscle behind the extravaganza.

That is the short explanation of reality.

All the fools had to do, is read the information that was presented to them, and behave in such a way as the information handed to them warranted.

Instead of reading and understanding the circumstance, the fools were all killed and replaced, because they insist on being fooled all of the time, cannot read, don‘t understand real terrorism, they love Betty White and Tom Hanks too much, and cannot see that those two are only a tiny little part of a much more gigantic threat to the USA and the Freedom the citizens once knew.

now, we are all fucked, there is Corona Virus, and if anyone does not pass the COVID test, to agree to become a terror soldier, they are all killed.

All because when the FBI had the chance to stop all of that many years ago, they trusted the terror army more than they trusted the victims of the terrorism.

Fools.

USA national security are disabled, they are not able to do their jobs due to a mental condition that prevents them from seeing what has been happening in front of them, and is even presented on network television for them to see.

Disabled, utterly and completely useless due to mental conditions, are a danger to themselves and those around them. In that way, our US national security is in league with, and assists the terror army to take over USA, kill and replace the population, and in fact kill and replace the national security personnel and their extended families, and they still won‘t do their jobs.

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7:31 pm:

Briefly:

The terror army are pirates.

The whole premise of the Christian religion is front for piracy from Day One, literally, since day one.

They collect souls. They hunt for “Jesus”, as many Jesus’ as is possible, they need the Jesus’ to power the boat to advance the terror, towards Global Domination Under the Cross.

The “Cross” is the mast of the pirate ship where all of the Jesus’ are nailed to, to catch wind, to move the boat forward, to collect more Jesus’, to nail to the mast, to catch wind, to move the boat forward... etc, forever...

This tweet below, is British way of saying to protect the boat.

The way the symbolism works, is that the spent, used up Jesus’, are placed all around the boat, as a shield from incoming cannon fire on the high seas. It’s a shell of language that has been used for centuries, that the spent Jesus’ are to protect the boat by taking the incoming rounds. Like Balistic Gel, they absorb any kind of retaliation to the advance of the Christian Pirate Ship.

So, it’s all symbolic as presented there on Twitter from BBC news, however, the communication reads that the “Spent Jesus” are to protect the boat, so, that could be a call to make a Schul Schut, one that produces dead victims in a news story, one that draws national or global attention, so that all eyes will be focused on one very small, highly controlled situation as a distractible measure while other damage control is rolled out at the source of the problem the pirates are experiencing.

How many ways can symbolic human cladding around a pirate ship be turned into a reality?

I don‘t know, the possibilities are endless. What we all know is that the same formulas for distractions have been used for many decades, the Schul Schut formula works good for drawing attention, it comes out of the blue, is not expected, and always seems to produce a situation where there is an anniversary every year afterwords of the tragic events that take place. All you have to do to see every last anniversary of tragedy ever, is scroll down the POTUS Twitter account, or scroll down the US State Department Twitter account, and there you will find all of the different kinds of special Schul Schut style tragedy that ever occurred, because those offices love to celebrate their achievements, and they do so by attending ceremonial remembrance day events. Anything from airplane crashes, to dam failure, to mall shooting is celebrated at annual remembrance day events by POTUS and State Department, UN security council also participates.

So, in order to anticipate what Boris Johnson, House of Lords, Windsor Castle, and the Vatican have in mind with that Greenfeild Tower Cladding to protect the Christian Pirate Ship, currently is the Eleanor Rigby captained by Boris Johnson, and the Flying V captained by “The Jim Dunlop”, we need to study what has already happened before. If they are in a hurry, if they are pressured, it will be a pre-packaged event, one that has already proven successful, and is easy and quick to deploy.

For terror comm purpose that advance the Global Domination, as you read here already I am confidant, the Eleanor Rigby is a submarine of a pirate ship, has characteristics of that of a submarine, “stealth from below” in every way, including that nitrous gas is released quietly from rectally holstered tanks by terror soldiers.

Also, the “Flying V” seems to be a “Ghost Ship” for communication purposes. My read about that can be best described with idea that a police officer is warranted to commandeer any vehicle if the need for the vehicle arises in an emergency. So, the “Flying V” is any and all vehicles, as needed, is the way it looks to me so far.

They are specifying cash. That = C + Ash = Big Fucking Fire.

There are more than one kind of fire. I am concerned about the set-up that has already shown to exist for a fire at my house, clues towards that end have been developing for a number of weeks now, as a warning, because they know I can read their language.

https://twitter.com/BBCNews/status/1359332571885273092

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More about “Commandeer” of a vehicle, airplanes included:

Look at Malhuer Wildlife Refuge news stories, there are instances in the news when people who looked like US national Guard made some road blocks to the area, residents who lived near there were told to get out of their cars, then, the person who appeared as a US Guard serviceman got into the car, only to drive the car about one hundred feet forward, then get out to let the car owner have the car back, and leave to go back into the neighborhood they lived.

Of course that was all bullshit at it’s face value, what it really was is instructions to terror soldiers to take advantage of the situation presented by the fools at FBI who insisted on looking at something, and subsequently were provided with that circus for them to observe. The terror soldiers were instructed to simply get some military uniforms from the Army-navy surplus store, and barrow some traffic cones from ODOT to set up some fake road blocks, to “Commandeer” some access to the housing in Harney County, take victims, gain more votes for the SAG shills on the ballots. The video parts were just instructional, we were not presented with a view of what the outcome of those instructions were for.

none of the Oregon State Police at that fiasco were real police, they were RCMP and Screen Actor Guild actors.

That one guy that was shown to have been shot and killed after crashing the car in the snow, is still alive. He was not killed, it was an act, and that guy showed up in Grants Pass in the weeks that followed the event where they said he was dead. That makes for a handy situation, where the dead guy, is not dead, and can be anywhere, and be anyone, doing any kind of thing, while everyone assumes he was killed.

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The situation when that one guy was shown to have been killed is like this:

He wants to go talk to the Sheriff, is on the way, has an appointment to see the Sheriff.

Everyone in Oregon is either a slave terror operative, or is a Canadian terror soldier who controls the slave operatives.

The message presented in the news broadcast effectively tells all of the slave operatives not to even think about approaching the FBI who were there to try to warn them, or to try to get some help from them.

“Don‘t make any appointments to talk with any law enforcement or public safety persons that you may be tempted to try to contact, it will work out bad for you.”

That is the message told on the news to millions of slave operative “COVID Compliant Equivalent” slave people in Oregon.

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The BBC Tweet is a personal threat of a fire at my house. They know I can read what they wrote, they set up that Tweet with actual “Bill Increase” in my “Farmers Insurance” property insurance, which is under terror occupation and control, and was increased more than any other previous increase in premium this past month.

It went up by only about twenty dollars, but, that is a big monthly increase, and is one that is a ‘1020″ at my house.

Fucking limeys, they will make for good anchors, and some might be used as ballast to right the USA ship.

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9:23 pm:

Local Conditions:

30 degrees, clear skies, absence of wind. Feels much colder than the thermometer indicates.

There are people at Strong’s terror cell working with Chartrand’s terror cell waiting for me to step out onto the roadway area to check my mailbox to shoot, set me up for some crime, or try to run me over.

There is increased activity showing at Myers 560 nbc/Universal/Comcast/Kroger Foods (Fred Meyer) terror cell.

I declined the invitation.

There is a airborne gas deployed in my driveway that makes immediate double vision, blurry vision, has no odor that I can determine.

As I  reported here before, the terror army roped me into replacing my thermostat that operates my forced air heating unit from a bi-metal one that was good, to a digital one that claimed better efficiency and more functionality, was a big mistake to allow that to happen, and they took away the original thermostat. This one is a Honeywell Thermostat, has hidden remote control operation such that a terror soldier who has the correct iPhone App can operate features of the heating and air conditioning system. They have been changing the way the heating unit components work all winter and the winters of the past since the thing was installed. The hidden remote control functionality is far more intricate than I had previously mentioned. So far, I can see that the outdoor compressor unit control is very component oriented, they are able to not only control the operation of the unit, but the individual parts of the operation of the unit are being controlled with the hidden remote operation from the Honeywell thermostat. There are some copper tubes that are around the perimeter of that compressor, in the past when the thing worked correctly, I could see that there are at least two individual circuits of freeon flow that runs through those copper tubes for doing things like preventing ice buildup around the fins of the unit, so, now I can see that those individual copper tube freeon circuits are being controlled individually with use of the hidden remote functionality. All winter long, none of those circuits of freeon flow have been working, and the thing has been caked with solid ice, while terror soldiers are spraying water onto the thing while I am inside the house to make more ice build up around it. Today and yesterday, that cake of ice has been melted away only at the highest loop of copper tubes where the freeon goes around to melt the ice. The rest of the unit is all caked with ice, even though I used a water hose to melt all of the ice away last week, the ice all returned within a day. now, the top level of copper is melted, while the other parts below are still caked with ice. So, I know the system would work if the thermostat was not being used to control intricate individual parts of the mechanics of the the thing, I can hear the thermostat being changed, it makes clicking sounds when someone is using the hidden remote frequency to change the individual operational components. I have seen that the temperature reading of the inside of the house changes as much as five degrees within a second when I hear the thing making the clicking sounds, and have a look at what the thermostat is saying.

There are numerous electronic gadgets being used to spy on me, and to make life more miserable than it already is.

There is no help anywhere around here. no signs of any help. There is more than an absence of helpful people, as the situation is that there is a Vacuum of helpful people.

Also notable is two incoming phone calls from this number:

541-566-4203 at 10:21 am and again at 2:44 pm,

541-403-9415 called 2-3-2021 at 8:40 am

Other than those two incoming calls the only other calls or texts this month have been from Pain Specialists of Southern Oregon who have sent numerous texts, emails, and incoming phone calls to a point of harassment and the information presented in the text is the appointment day and time, and the email they send always puts my name, appointment day and time right there on the title of the email. It’s not exactly private.

I also received numerous incoming calls from Walgreen‘s pharmacy, though I asked them to take me off of the phone reminder system, and I have no business with them at the time the calls and texts come in.

Walgreen‘s is run by Ann Wilson’s personal assistant terror cell members, and that, like all of the information here on this account, is part of real terrorism that includes mass murder of Medicare beneficiaries. no one is interested because she sings really good.

To get away with mass murder in USA, take some singing lessons, or, just wing it, and start belting out a tune, then, you can kill all of the old people your heart desires.

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11:06 pm:

This below is command orders to have Janice “Jay-Bob” Freeberg’s personal Pixel Suit electronic camouflage suit given to someone else who it will fit. They are usually custom tailored per each terror soldiers measurements, however there are some around that Mike Pence brought last year that are not custom tailored, are some other sizing arrangement.

Jay Freeberg’s nitrous oxide tank ignited last night, she or whoever has been portraying Janice Freeberg is presumed to have died when her nitrous tank ignited by my Bic Lighter near the mailboxes last night. I was able to see the flame of the lighter catch the cloud of gas she left behind and chase after her as she drove away to her gate. The tank exploded with a loud Pop! and a bright flash of light. The words: “C’est Chaud! were shouted just a second prior to the Pop! sound and the flash of light that occurred when she burst into bits inside of her car at her garage while I observed from the mailbox area on Jackpine in front of my house.

There was also talk of Jay Freeberg having “Burst” (is a technical terror term, nsa should write that one down, that one is useful) by the current Deb Monroe who was speaking to some others who responded to Deb from the Strong terror cell at 3747 Russell Road.

So, I witnessed the explosion, heard the “C’est Chaud” (That’s Hot! in French) and saw the flash, then heard from two sources that “Jay-Bob Burst”.

I suspect Janice Freeberg is dead based on that.

ABC news says her Pixel Suit should be passed on to someone who it will fit.

It’s a “Smart Suit”, in case you need a head start to read the terror comm on Twitter, where terror orders are made daily, hourly, by the minute for killing and replacing US Citizens nation wide without any resistance from anywhere since before Twitter was made publicly available in 2009 when Beta Twitter was rolled out as a command center for killing off the remaining Oregon population.

There are no US public safety personel, so, it’s up to the citizens to decide if they are going to continue to allow Twitter and Google and news media kill everyone.

https://twitter.com/ABC/status/1359310821709512707

Here is the source of the orders to pass along Janice Freeberg’s Pixel Suit. I suspect it is one of the one’s that Mike Pence brought with him when he and Karen Pence and Mike Pompeo came to kill me last year. They brought many Pixel Suits, ones that are not custom fitted per each terror soldier, but rather are like “Large”, “Medium” and “Small” sizing of electronic wearable video screen fabric that makes the wearing as invisible as can be immagined, and they are operated by multiple iPhones that are integral to the Pixel Suits. The latest ones require an individual iPhone per each arm, each leg, front torso, back torso, and one additional iPhone as a main operation unit that ties them all together as a single unit for controlling the features of the Pixel Suits.

In the past, the older ones require seven iPhones to operate one Pixel Suit, those ones were grey in color when not turned on, and had a fish scale or lizard skin appearance to them when not in use. The latest ones are smooth and black in color when not in use and are turned off.

https://twitter.com/POTUS/status/1359337903898439680

notice that they are standing on a Walmart Air Ya Rug (area rug).

Walmart Sun Shine Flower Logo, a gold one, not the rainbow kind.

[hgfstreamchats]

Rudolph’s Shiny New Year and Home on the Range

thenightetc 09:24 PM Hello!

highglossfinish 09:24 PM Hello there!

thenightetc 09:27 PM Oh boy!  Fire!

highglossfinish 09:28 PM This should prove educational!

thenightetc 09:28 PM Cardboard!  That's the least flammable material!

thenightetc 09:29 PM Whoops!

thenightetc 09:30 PM :thinking: I think that happens because he forced a bunch of oxygen down onto it

highglossfinish 09:30 PM That'll do it.

thenightetc 09:30 PM I know with pan fires, you're supposed to slide the lid on from the side, instead of from above

thenightetc 09:32 PM well!

highglossfinish 09:35 PM We've all been there.

thenightetc 09:37 PM Uh oh!

highglossfinish 09:38 PM Onto the miserable movie that should never have existed!

thenightetc 09:39 PM Oh, boy!

thenightetc 09:39 PM "haha, he sends this letter every year"

highglossfinish 09:39 PM Maybe it's for the best that this ended up delayed, the backdrop of violent insurrection makes somehow improves the experience.

thenightetc 09:40 PM It really does.

thenightetc 09:40 PM I'm sorry, but that's a wussy snowstorm.

thenightetc 09:40 PM Hardly any snow.

thenightetc 09:42 PM ...On foot.

highglossfinish 09:42 PM On foot.

thenightetc 09:43 PM That mouth is disturbing.

highglossfinish 09:43 PM It really is.

highglossfinish 09:45 PM "No."

thenightetc 09:46 PM Notice that the desert has no blizzard at all, and the blizzard was the whole reason for sending Rudolph

highglossfinish 09:47 PM He's not useful anymore, back to mistreating him.

thenightetc 09:47 PM Could this whole thing have been some kind of scam to get him out of the way?  

thenightetc 09:48 PM .....

highglossfinish 09:50 PM "Happy New Year, everything dies."

thenightetc 09:50 PM Pfff.

thenightetc 09:50 PM Magic diamond.

thenightetc 09:51 PM Uhhhhh...

highglossfinish 09:52 PM "No one meant to be cruel when we laughed at him and tied his hand to the stove."

highglossfinish 09:52 PM You just said he dies.

thenightetc 09:52 PM "Retires"

highglossfinish 09:53 PM Father Time takes 'em out back and puts 'em down.

thenightetc 09:53 PM So it's like a graveyard!

highglossfinish 09:53 PM Fun!

thenightetc 09:56 PM Is this vore

highglossfinish 09:57 PM Yes.

highglossfinish 09:57 PM Splash splash.

highglossfinish 09:58 PM Isn't time of the essence or something?

thenightetc 09:59 PM No, no, I'm sure they have time for a musical number about how you can ignore your troubles

highglossfinish 09:59 PM While the filthy cave human squats.

thenightetc 10:00 PM I hate "O M"

highglossfinish 10:00 PM Oh, you'll come to hate him even more.

thenightetc 10:01 PM oh, come on!!!

thenightetc 10:01 PM why invite him along

highglossfinish 10:01 PM 1492 was too engrossed in genocide.

thenightetc 10:01 PM uh... "discovering"????

thenightetc 10:02 PM Shut the fuck up.

highglossfinish 10:02 PM If only.

thenightetc 10:03 PM "Fairy tales WERE real, and they all happened in this specific year" certainly is a take

highglossfinish 10:03 PM "Still lots of plague rats, though."

thenightetc 10:04 PM ......

Starscreamillar joined the party.

highglossfinish 10:04 PM Starscream! Just in time!

Starscreamillar 10:05 PM It would have been a shame to miss out on the nightmares.

thenightetc 10:05 PM Well, I guess we're about to see the new year get eaten by bears!  Better luck next time

highglossfinish 10:05 PM Or the most annoying part of all of this, which this is.

Starscreamillar 10:05 PM Is he to be eaten by bears?

thenightetc 10:05 PM Sorry, is he heavier than a bear??

highglossfinish 10:06 PM I despise the baby bear.

highglossfinish 10:06 PM He's ven worse than """O M."""

highglossfinish 10:06 PM *even

thenightetc 10:06 PM Tell me he doesn't get invited along, too.

thenightetc 10:06 PM Lie if you must

highglossfinish 10:06 PM He doesn't get invited along.

highglossfinish 10:06 PM But he is unspeakably cruel to the baby.

thenightetc 10:06 PM Good.

thenightetc 10:08 PM Uh oh.

thenightetc 10:08 PM ......

Starscreamillar 10:08 PM Yes, laugh. Shame that infant.

highglossfinish 10:08 PM That's it. That's the special.

thenightetc 10:08 PM That is... uncomfortable.

highglossfinish 10:08 PM Everyone being annoying and cruel.

thenightetc 10:09 PM "when you play a game, you have to follow the rules!  even ones you didn't know about or agree to!"

thenightetc 10:09 PM "Now take off your clothes"

highglossfinish 10:09 PM "That are arbitrarily made up by someone else on the spot to suit them and only them."

highglossfinish 10:09 PM I sputtered on my cube.

thenightetc 10:10 PM Uhhhh

Starscreamillar 10:10 PM Can't that deer fly?

thenightetc 10:10 PM Shhhh, only when it wouldn't be inconvenient to the plot.

Starscreamillar 10:11 PM It's America island. How awful.

thenightetc 10:12 PM So does... each country get its own new year?

thenightetc 10:12 PM Oh, god.

highglossfinish 10:13 PM Don't be silly, everyone knows there's only one country that matters. Source: Said one country.

thenightetc 10:13 PM Also, if it's his island, doesn't that mean he was a year?

thenightetc 10:13 PM Shouldn't he know the deal with new years?

highglossfinish 10:14 PM Prove him wrong. Prove him wrong even once.

Starscreamillar 10:15 PM What happens if the vulture takes the infant home?

thenightetc 10:15 PM The old year doesn't end.

highglossfinish 10:15 PM Linear time stops and the infant is actually cared for by someone.

Starscreamillar 10:15 PM How terrible for everyone who isn't the tormented baby.

thenightetc 10:15 PM Eon wants this because HIS stretch of time is about to end.

thenightetc 10:16 PM Not a reprise!!!

Starscreamillar 10:16 PM Oh, oh no.

thenightetc 10:17 PM Helping hand.

thenightetc 10:17 PM Figuratively?

thenightetc 10:18 PM Oh, his cLock.

highglossfinish 10:18 PM You. Can. *Fly.*

thenightetc 10:18 PM Let him fall.

thenightetc 10:18 PM Maybe he can only fly on christmas?

highglossfinish 10:18 PM He flew towards the start of this mess.

Starscreamillar 10:18 PM And then they died.

thenightetc 10:18 PM Maybe he is very stupid and forgot he can fly?

thenightetc 10:19 PM Slave?  Doing what, exactly

highglossfinish 10:19 PM ....

thenightetc 10:19 PM That was more of a jump, though, right?

thenightetc 10:19 PM Off a ramp.

Starscreamillar 10:19 PM He only has to spend half an hour more awake the ensure his plan works out. And yet.

thenightetc 10:20 PM Look, he's an old man, he finds it difficult to stay awake too late

thenightetc 10:20 PM rudolph you know EXACTLY why

thenightetc 10:21 PM ....................

Starscreamillar 10:21 PM Why are there trees on the iceberg island? Where there is never sun?

highglossfinish 10:22 PM Because this quote unquote special hates you.

thenightetc 10:22 PM All you need is for someone in authority to say you're useful!

thenightetc 10:22 PM Then you won't be bullied anymore.

Starscreamillar 10:23 PM He just has to use his ears for something useful to the establishment.

thenightetc 10:23 PM Stop pressuring him!

highglossfinish 10:23 PM "Your physical deformity is hilarious!"

Starscreamillar 10:24 PM . . .

thenightetc 10:24 PM So he's, uh, never seen big ears before, in a thousand years

highglossfinish 10:25 PM He has, but they didn't belong to a tortured, emotionally abused infant.

thenightetc 10:25 PM You have about six seconds.

Starscreamillar 10:25 PM And he could fly, the whole time.

thenightetc 10:26 PM Maybe it's the sleigh that's magic.

thenightetc 10:26 PM Maybe he can't fly without it?

Thebes joined the party.

highglossfinish 10:26 PM Just in time for everyone to laugh at the baby and pelt him with trash.

Starscreamillar 10:26 PM Nineteen -wonderful-???

Thebes 10:26 PM hello

thenightetc 10:26 PM Thebes!  You missed seeing an infant get bullied repeatedly!

Thebes 10:27 PM OH I REMEMBER THIS

Thebes 10:27 PM the Rudolph franchise: condoning frequent bullying

highglossfinish 10:28 PM It's been tear gassy, does that count as shiny?

thenightetc 10:28 PM And Rudolph doesn't fly even when it would be helpful, because... :SHRUG:

highglossfinish 10:29 PM There's a shameful lack of movies about oxen.

highglossfinish 10:30 PM Last year we streamed Ratatoing and that certainly didn't usher in anything terrible.

Starscreamillar 10:30 PM Is it truly a shame?

Starscreamillar 10:30 PM Oh yes, nothing terrible at all.

thenightetc 10:31 PM *suspicious*

Thebes 10:32 PM so, did anyone here know there's apparently a ratatouille musical.

highglossfinish 10:32 PM Is it any good?

Starscreamillar 10:32 PM Because the world needed singing rats.

Thebes 10:33 PM I have no ideaa, I only heard about itt todday, and it was crowdsourced. not the funding, the whole musical. through Tiktok

thenightetc 10:33 PM ...Huh.

Starscreamillar 10:34 PM That does not bode well.

highglossfinish 10:34 PM Oh dear.

highglossfinish 10:35 PM Alright, expanding out from oxen specifically, are there any watchable movies about cattle?

thenightetc 10:35 PM Not working?

Starscreamillar 10:35 PM Watchable may be a stretch... There is that 'home on the range' movie...

Thebes 10:36 PM I can't guarantee anything as watchable, but. technically.

Thebes 10:36 PM Home on tthe Range

highglossfinish 10:36 PM Ooh, that one *is* terrible.

Thebes 10:36 PM I still hum tthe weird, weird villain song

thenightetc 10:36 PM Uh... hmm.  hmmmmmmmm.  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cow_Who_Wanted_to_Be_a_Hamburger

thenightetc 10:38 PM Oof, video quality's going all wonky

thenightetc 10:38 PM I mean, it was before the video started, as well

thenightetc 10:39 PM The stream of you doing things in your browser was low-res--okay, that's better

highglossfinish 10:39 PM I despise kast.

Starscreamillar 10:39 PM It hates you too.

Thebes 10:39 PM it's the worst. expect for everything else.

thenightetc 10:39 PM Hmmm

thenightetc 10:40 PM Maybe it's not better

Thebes 10:40 PM *except

thenightetc 10:40 PM Framerate AND resolution.  Good job, Kast

Starscreamillar 10:40 PM It is the whole stream that is lagging, not the video itself.

thenightetc 10:40 PM Right

highglossfinish 10:41 PM Let me reload the stream.

thenightetc 10:41 PM Well, if nothing changes onscreen for a bit the resolution improves, so all we have to do is watch it one frame a t a time

Thebes 10:41 PM we'd here until the actual lunar new year

Thebes 10:41 PM *be here

thenightetc 10:42 PM Much better!

thenightetc 10:42 PM Sound's off, thoug--there it is!

Thebes 10:42 PM agreed!

highglossfinish 10:42 PM Fingers crossed it stays this way!

thenightetc 10:42 PM Nice scenery

highglossfinish 10:43 PM As we proceed, just remember that this movie was almost about a calf fighting literal ghost riders in the sky.

Starscreamillar 10:43 PM Why was it not about that?

Thebes 10:44 PM because Disney never looked at a good idea they didn't wantt tto focus test

thenightetc 10:44 PM She wants to get milked.

highglossfinish 10:44 PM A dairy farm with two cows and no bull.

thenightetc 10:44 PM That would bruise the apples. :(

Thebes 10:44 PM I mean. I'm currently LIVING on a farm with thatt setup.

highglossfinish 10:45 PM I would think that qualified as a farm, just not a dairy farm.

Thebes 10:45 PM oh, absolutely

Starscreamillar 10:45 PM Won't most of those animals be eaten eventually? They should not be so thrilled.

Thebes 10:47 PM also who has just one dude goat

thenightetc 10:47 PM Okay, I can't keep quiet about this any longer.

thenightetc 10:47 PM Are those NIPPLES on the chicken??

highglossfinish 10:47 PM Someone whose farm is flirting with bankruptcy.

Starscreamillar 10:47 PM I think they are meant to be speckles.

thenightetc 10:48 PM Frozen food.

Starscreamillar 10:48 PM She knows what becomes of livestock.

thenightetc 10:49 PM Is this going to be just.  An hour of her taunting the others about them getting eaten

highglossfinish 10:50 PM I hope so.

thenightetc 10:50 PM Just trample all over the crops.

thenightetc 10:50 PM It's fine.

Starscreamillar 10:51 PM Good thing she bought that expensive cow.

thenightetc 10:51 PM Did they buy it?  I didn't notice any money changing hands

thenightetc 10:51 PM *buy her

thenightetc 10:52 PM "Even this one I just bought earlier today"

highglossfinish 10:52 PM "That eats too much and brings in no money because I don't own a bull."

thenightetc 10:52 PM They still look like nipples.

Starscreamillar 10:52 PM Sell none of them, and lose everything, or sell a few and keep the land for the rest.

highglossfinish 10:53 PM Sell the expensive cow you just bought and have no attachment to.

thenightetc 10:54 PM They could uh tell her the plan?

Starscreamillar 10:55 PM Could they?

thenightetc 10:56 PM I guess that's the question

thenightetc 10:56 PM lol what's with these guys

thenightetc 10:57 PM He would be dead after that

highglossfinish 10:57 PM This sure is how horses work.

Starscreamillar 10:58 PM There was no gate on their fence. That's how they escaped.

highglossfinish 11:00 PM Who needs a plot when you can just stuff your movie with noise and chaos?

thenightetc 11:01 PM Who indeed.

thenightetc 11:01 PM I'm getting this feeling like this "Rico" guy isn't a good guy.

Starscreamillar 11:02 PM He is the best bounty hunter because he owns the criminals.

thenightetc 11:02 PM Wouldn't be at all surprised.

thenightetc 11:03 PM "he's kind of an idiot though"

thenightetc 11:04 PM Ugh.

highglossfinish 11:07 PM Almost came close to an emotion there, let's see how we can trample it.

Starscreamillar 11:07 PM Oh no.

thenightetc 11:07 PM Uh.

thenightetc 11:07 PM I don't like where this is going.

highglossfinish 11:08 PM Ugh.

thenightetc 11:09 PM What's weird to me is that they think the sherif would give them the bounty if they did bring him in

Starscreamillar 11:09 PM .... What is happening here?

thenightetc 11:09 PM ...wut

Thebes 11:10 PM weaponized villain song

highglossfinish 11:10 PM And recycled animation.

thenightetc 11:10 PM I'm kinkshaming this.

Starscreamillar 11:11 PM I will admit, that was an unexpected twist.

Thebes 11:11 PM I don't know if he could FEEL shame

thenightetc 11:12 PM So she's tone-deaf and that's why it didn't work on her.

thenightetc 11:12 PM Hahhaha

thenightetc 11:13 PM omg

Starscreamillar 11:13 PM He deserved that.

thenightetc 11:13 PM He did.

highglossfinish 11:13 PM He really did.

thenightetc 11:15 PM How convenient that there's a ramp to the top!

Starscreamillar 11:16 PM Where does he think he is going to unload all these marked cattle?

thenightetc 11:16 PM So we DID see him at that auction.

Starscreamillar 11:16 PM Yes, please make it more abundantly clear for the stupid viewers.

highglossfinish 11:17 PM Because "make lots of money" wasn't a compelling enough motivation for what he's doing.

thenightetc 11:18 PM ...

thenightetc 11:19 PM I do kind of want to know who's buying thousands of clearly stolen cattle.

highglossfinish 11:19 PM I want a movie about them.

Thebes 11:19 PM people who're willing to ignore 'stolen' for 'good deal'

thenightetc 11:20 PM Just seems a little hard to hide, at that volume

Starscreamillar 11:20 PM No one in this movie seems particularly bright.

highglossfinish 11:20 PM "Maybe I should have invested in a door for the fence."

thenightetc 11:21 PM ...But horses have different hoofprints than cows

thenightetc 11:21 PM And there were a LOT more cows.

Starscreamillar 11:22 PM That... is not how that works.

highglossfinish 11:22 PM That's not how anything works.

thenightetc 11:23 PM And they obviously weren't going to collect a reward.

thenightetc 11:23 PM I mean, the sheriff had no problem putting ropes around their necks and tying them to some guy's wagon.

highglossfinish 11:24 PM Apparently they're the same age?

thenightetc 11:27 PM .......

thenightetc 11:27 PM uh

thenightetc 11:27 PM uh your leg

highglossfinish 11:27 PM I hate this character already.

Starscreamillar 11:30 PM ... He is still doing this.

Starscreamillar 11:30 PM Well, that answers that.

Thebes 11:31 PM A wild Steve Buscemi appears

thenightetc 11:31 PM Huh.

thenightetc 11:32 PM So... how exactly... how did... I mean...

thenightetc 11:33 PM Can the animals communicate with humans or not!

thenightetc 11:33 PM Is this an arrangement, or is the... bison? just playing bouncer for kicks

highglossfinish 11:34 PM They can communicate when the writers find it quote unquote funny.

Thebes 11:34 PM might be both

thenightetc 11:34 PM ....Hey was that Brock's voice

thenightetc 11:35 PM With the grey horse

highglossfinish 11:36 PM Patrick Warburton, apparently.

Starscreamillar 11:36 PM Are they just teasing him?

thenightetc 11:36 PM Baiting?

highglossfinish 11:36 PM And wasting time.

thenightetc 11:36 PM Yep, same VA, then!  Huh

thenightetc 11:37 PM Oh so that bundle of cash will be exactly $750, coincidentally

Starscreamillar 11:37 PM Almost certainly.

thenightetc 11:38 PM Does he realize the horse has a crush on him--

Starscreamillar 11:38 PM No one realizes anything here.

highglossfinish 11:39 PM Because that's how trains work.

Starscreamillar 11:40 PM Ha!

thenightetc 11:40 PM Yup.

thenightetc 11:41 PM "oh no, THIS wasn't my fetish!"

highglossfinish 11:41 PM "This wasn't my fetish at all!"

thenightetc 11:42 PM That guy would absolutely be dead

Starscreamillar 11:43 PM They were hit by a train. They should all be dead.

highglossfinish 11:43 PM They should all be dead. Every last character in this should be dead.

thenightetc 11:44 PM Wait, are they leaving behind slim & etc?

Starscreamillar 11:44 PM Left behind to die.

Starscreamillar 11:44 PM Trapped in a train car.

thenightetc 11:44 PM So much for the bounty!

thenightetc 11:46 PM That's not how tracks work!

Starscreamillar 11:46 PM Kill them all in a fiery wreck.

highglossfinish 11:46 PM Roll credits!

thenightetc 11:46 PM Oof, so much for that field

highglossfinish 11:46 PM Rolled over the crops, ensuring she'll go bankrupt again before the year ends.

highglossfinish 11:48 PM What did he expect that would do?

thenightetc 11:48 PM Is he saying he wants to milk them

Starscreamillar 11:48 PM Look, she got a gate.

highglossfinish 11:49 PM Instead of saving her farm.

thenightetc 11:49 PM ...

highglossfinish 11:50 PM Oh look, the sheriff who did nothing to help her in her hour of need.

highglossfinish 11:50 PM UGH.

thenightetc 11:50 PM .........

highglossfinish 11:50 PM *UGH.*

Starscreamillar 11:50 PM I don't like that.

thenightetc 11:51 PM The straights are at it again.

Starscreamillar 11:51 PM Just awful.

highglossfinish 11:51 PM Every last moment of it.

thenightetc 11:52 PM You know, I have something ELSE terrible.

thenightetc 11:52 PM If you want to see it.

Starscreamillar 11:52 PM Was there an awful sequel with terrible beefalo children running around?

thenightetc 11:52 PM Not cow-related, however.

highglossfinish 11:53 PM Not to the best of my knowledge, but it killed traditional animation for Disney, so in a way, that's its sequel.

thenightetc 11:53 PM Oof.

highglossfinish 11:54 PM That's all I've got, unless someone has a note to end on.

thenightetc 11:54 PM How about!  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7nO--ZXkPiQ

thenightetc 11:55 PM (Not the terrible thing.  I'm saving that for when you're least expecting it.  Also it's a bit long.)

highglossfinish 11:55 PM Excellent!

thenightetc 11:56 PM f!

thenightetc 11:57 PM I'm sure they're fine.

highglossfinish 11:57 PM It's probably fine.

Starscreamillar 11:58 PM See, it's fine.

highglossfinish 11:58 PM Head trauma for all.

thenightetc 11:58 PM Into the cravasse!

thenightetc 11:59 PM Built it too high and angered god.

highglossfinish 12:04 AM I want to know what Let's Game it Out would do with this.

Starscreamillar 12:04 AM Surely some form of war crime.

thenightetc 12:04 AM Oh, I'm sure.

thenightetc 12:05 AM Knocked the top of his head off, but he landed it!

highglossfinish 12:05 AM He can walk it off.

thenightetc 12:06 AM Ski it off.

highglossfinish 12:06 AM If you can't hear them screaming, it's not illegal.

highglossfinish 12:08 AM *There's* our note to end on.

thenightetc 12:08 AM :)

Starscreamillar 12:08 AM The perfect tone for this new year.

thenightetc 12:08 AM You know, it probably is.

highglossfinish 12:09 AM A perfect prelude to whatever charming surprises await us.

Thebes 12:09 AM what a way to ring itt in

Starscreamillar 12:09 AM My money is on fire.

highglossfinish 12:09 AM That will happen.

thenightetc 12:09 AM Apparently Australia is already having some.

Starscreamillar 12:09 AM That si why it is the safe bet.

Starscreamillar 12:09 AM *is

highglossfinish 12:10 AM Thank you all for coming!

thenightetc 12:10 AM Well!  Thank you for hosting!

Starscreamillar 12:10 AM Thank you for the horrible media as always.

highglossfinish 12:10 AM Always a pleasure!

highglossfinish 12:10 AM Good night!

thenightetc 12:10 AM A pleasure as always, even if there was too much about cattle's sex lives.

thenightetc 12:10 AM Goodnight!

Thebes 12:10 AM good night!

highglossfinish 12:11 AM Entirely too much.

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A travel system stroller normally costs more than other types of strollers, but this design provides great worth due to the fact that when your baby grows out of the infant vehicle seat, the stroller part of the system can still be utilized for many years to come. Jogging strollers. These strollers are typically three-wheeled with a single front wheel and two in the back.

Lightweight umbrella strollers. These benefit children older than 6 months who can sit up by themselves. They're ideal for traveling due to the fact that they fold quickly and, just as the name indicates, are lightweight. Full-sized strollers. These strollers can go from the newborn stage up till your youngster no longer requires a stroller.

These strollers tend to be long lasting and can be an excellent long-term investment. Car seat provider strollers. These are simply frames that carry your infant's safety seat. Stroller frames are generally light-weight and low-cost, however you need to make certain they're suitable with your favored baby vehicle seats. Double strollers .

There are likewise side-by-side models where your 2 kids sit side by side. This option can be good if you have twins, or if you have two children. There are also triple strollers on the marketplace. Amongst these various types of strollers on the market, only travel system strollers, running strollers, and light-weight umbrella strollers made it onto the Pampers Parents top-voted lists.

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Will you use the stroller more typically on smooth or rough terrain? Some strollers are built for "all-terrain" usage, like grassy routes or gravel paths, while other strollers are more suited for use on smoother surface areas like pathways. Does the stroller have the storage space you need? You might like to load a great deal of gear in your stroller such as a diaper bag along with your bag.

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Does it have the included features you want? We're talking things like cup holders, integrated speakers that connect to an MP 3 player, or special clips for your cellular phone. Check out what functions are on offer and see what is necessary for you. Is it simple to clean? Lots of strollers need only a wipe down with warm, soapy water, however some have detachable padding that is maker washable.

Is the manage height right for you? The handlebars should be at your waist level or a bit lower. Make sure the height is right for you and your partner, or that the height is adjustable. You may like to take a stroller you're thinking about buying out for a trial run; if you're purchasing online, see if you can inspect out a floor design in a regional merchant before you purchase.

You ought to also have the ability to push the stroller in a straight line with just a single hand. Are the brakes simple to control? Ideally, the brakes won't work merely by putting pressure on the tires, however will likewise have some kind of mechanism incorporated into the wheel itself that stops the wheel from rolling.

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Does your infant have special requirements? If your baby has unique needs or health concerns, you may need a stroller that can bring equipment like an oxygen tank or heart screen. Ask your child's doctor for suggestions. You may also get suggestions from other parents who have infants with comparable health issues as yours.

If you purchase a side-by-side model double stroller, make sure there's only one footrest that crosses the entire front of the stroller. If the footrests are separated, your youngster's foot could get stuck in between. Travel system strollers can be terrific worth because they can be converted to match your growing child.

Why select this one? This stroller is three-in-one. It can be an http://www.bbc.co.uk/search?q=baby strollers infant safety seat carrier; a reclining baby stroller, which can be either back- or forward-facing; and a toddler stroller that can hold your child until he reaches 50 pounds. This stroller has options for both a three- and five-point harness to fit your growing child.

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Cons: The seat padding isn't maker washable. Buy it NOW Why select this one? This travel system stroller can be utilized as an infant safety seat carrier and as an adjustable stroller for your baby as he turns into toddlerhood. The back-rest reclines into numerous positions. This stroller features a large, adjustable canopy for shade.

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FEEDBACK

Should the education system be adapted/ updated to reflect the changes in society?

‘The term education system generally refers to public schooling’ (Great Partnership, 08.29.13)

https://www.edglossary.org/education-system/

‘Education is compulsory for all children between the ages of 5 (4 in Northern Ireland) and 16’https://assets.publishing.service.gov.uk/government/uploads/system/uploads/attachment_data/file/219167/v01-2012ukes.pdf

‘All children in England must currently receive an effective education (at school or otherwise) from the first “prescribed day”, which falls on or after their fifth birthday until their 18th birthday, and must remain in school until the last Friday in June of the school year in which they turn 16’https://www.gov.uk/know-when-you-can-leave-school

This is an area that is highly important to study. Children learn the majority of their knowledge from school.

Children learn more quickly during their early years than at any other time in life

http://www.factsforlifeglobal.org/03/

This dissertation will focus on how the school system should be updated. It will specifically look at children aged 10-15 years old, as this is the point at which they are in secondary school and are beginning to consider their futures.

This is an issue that is highly important to me due to a personal connection with it. Having gone through the education system recently, I have been left without vital knowledge and felt underprepared for the realities of life. Issues, such as taxes and bills are not discussed or taught within schools and children are being left without a basic understanding.

This study hopes to explore whether the education system should be changed to reflect significant changes within society and prepare children for the realities of adulthood.

-      What significant changes have taken place? (that you want to speak about)

-      Working no longer means heading into an office

-      Wearing a suit to the office isn’t the norm

https://bestlifeonline.com/ways-life-changed-in-50-years/

Changes In actual society  

-      Is it still relevant to be teaching about old wars, when children have no knowledge of  current conflicts – isis or politics.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/search?filter=bitesize&q=war– when searching ‘war’ in bbc bitesize the list is as follows;

cold war

ww1

ww2

the great war

the Vietnam war

The Vietnam War

-      Look into the controversy surrounding teaching children about gay/ lgbt relationships

“I’d say that some people do have two mummies, some people do have two daddies just as some people are black, white, Buddhist, female, male and that is what the Equality Act is about.”

https://news.sky.com/story/lessons-about-gay-relationships-spark-protests-outside-birmingham-school-11674897

-      Mental health – counselling

Speak to dawn

Mindfulness – children sessions

More children being put into counselling as teachers/ parents don’t have enough time to deal with them.

-       Taught about the actual benefits of sport. As a society, we are currently experiencing an epidemic of body dysmorphia and eating disorders (stats here) as such it is becoming more important to encourage healthy lifestyles…

With so many mixed messages about what to eat, how to exercise, the “obesity crisis”, celebrity culture and social media, many children are feeling confused and pressured. More than half of Australian primary school age children want to lose weight, and up to 80% of US 10 year old girls have already been on a diet.  https://www.eatingdisorders.org.au/eating-disorders/eating-disorders-children-teens-and-older-adults/eating-disorders-a-children

many eating disorders develop during adolescencehttps://www.beateatingdisorders.org.uk/media-centre/eating-disorder-statistics

-       TESTS/ sats- a lot of pressure, is it affecting their mental health, is it worth it? Should they be learning other skills in this time?

‘At the end of this stage of education, pupils are normally entered for a range of external examinations. Most frequently, these are GCSE’ - https://assets.publishing.service.gov.uk/government/uploads/system/uploads/attachment_data/file/219167/v01-2012ukes.pdf

Sally Weale Education correspondent

https://www.theguardian.com/education/2017/may/01/sats-primary-school-children-suffering-stress-exam-timePrimary school children sitting national tests are showing increased signs of stress and anxiety around exam time, with some suffering sleeplessness and panic attacks, according to a survey of school leaders…numerous other pupils whose self-esteem has been damaged

Furthermore, teaching is not solely conducted in the classroom. Children learn valuable skills and knowledge in the first few years of development from their parents. This knowledge provides them with a foundation from which the rest of their learning commences.

The first five years of a child’s life are fundamentally important. They are the foundation that shapes children’s future health, happiness, growth, development and learning achievement at school, in the family and community, and in life in general.

http://www.factsforlifeglobal.org/03/

https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2016/09/160909112006.htm

1.     Jesus Pujol, Raquel Fenoll, Joan Forns, Ben J. Harrison, Gerard Martínez-Vilavella, Dídac Macià, Mar Alvarez-Pedrerol, Laura Blanco-Hinojo, Sofía González-Ortiz, Joan Deus, Jordi Sunyer. Video gaming in school children: How much is enough? Annals of Neurology, 2016; 80 (3): 424 DOI: 10.1002/ana.24745

https://familydoctor.org/how-do-infants-learn/

‘Babies do more than eat and sleep. They are soaking up knowledge. Parents are a baby’s first teacher. Babies see and hear everything you are doing.’

It is interesting to compare the ways in which other countries teaching methods vary and the impact this has upon children. Finland allows students to work at their own pace and play an active role in deciding the curriculum that they study.

LynNell Hancock SMITHSONIAN MAGAZINE – SEPTEMBER 2011

https://www.smithsonianmag.com/innovation/why-are-finlands-schools-successful-49859555/ Many schools are small enough so that teachers know every student

‘There are no mandated standardized tests in Finland, apart from one exam at the end of students’ senior year in high school. There are no rankings, no comparisons or competition between students, schools or regions. Finland’s schools are publicly funded. The people in the government agencies running them, from national officials to local authorities, are educators, not business people, military leaders or career politicians. Every school has the same national goals and draws from the same pool of university-trained educators. The result is that a Finnish child has a good shot at getting the same quality education no matter whether he or she lives in a rural village or a university town.’

Ninety-three percent of Finns graduate from academic or vocational high schools, 17.5 percentage points higher than the United States…… Yet Finland spends about 30 percent less per student than the United States.  https://www.smithsonianmag.com/innovation/why-are-finlands-schools-successful-49859555/

This dissertation will look into the effectiveness of these changes and evaluate if they should be introduced into England’s education.

This study will aim to benefit society in the future. As it will identify potential issues and problems with the current system and suggest changes that could be put in place to correct these issues.

Within this study, I will design a handbook that will reflect the conclusions reached in this study, regarding what areas children should be educated on within school. The handbook will discuss and explain current issues that children need to be made aware of. The purpose of the handbook is to fill the gap in knowledge that is created due to our current school system. In order to best appeal to the audience of 10-15 year olds, it will include fun tips and be adapted to suit the audience’s needs. Bold text and bright colours are other techniques that will be used to engage the reader. A character could be introduced to help explain issues in a friendly, approachable manner and help the reader to understand more complex issues.

-      Good alternative to taught lesson, due to the current systems lack of time for these issues

-      This is a relatively low cost option, as the only expense would be the printing and distribution costs.

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Safety From Sunburn For Kids and Adult With and Without Sunscreen Gel

What would possibly happen if I will go out for the full day in hot summer without applying Sunscreen Gel? Come on let's figure out why should you apply best Sunscreen Gel with benefits.

The sun’s ultraviolet rays hurt your skin from inside and even outside within fifteen minutes of being outside even on cloudy and funky days. There are many ways that will stop sunburns or protect your skin from it.

Skin without Sunscreen Gel

Sun rays contain UVA and UVB rays; they both are harmful to our human skin. But how much it can harm? Tanning, Skin Cancer and many more skin problems.

Time of day: These rays are most powerful between 10 am and 4 pm.

Season of the year: As we all know these rays are more powerful during spring and summer months.

Distance from the equator: UV exposure goes down as you get farther from the equator.

Clouds: The effect of clouds can vary, but what’s important to know is that UV rays can get through to the ground, even on a cloudy day.

Light off surfaces: These rays can bounce back from surfaces like water, sand, snow, or even grass, which lead to an increase in UV exposure.

Contents of the air: Ozone filters out some UV radiation. means week Ozone layer means more powerful these lays.

The amount of this rays exposure somebody gets depends on the power of the rays, the period of time the skin is exposed, and whether the skin is preserved with clothing or sunscreen.

Man-made sources of UV rays

People can also be exposed to man-made sources of UV rays that can harm your skin. These include:

Sunlamps and sun beds (tanning beds and booths)

Phototherapy (UV therapy)

Black-light lamps

Mercury-vapor lamps

High-pressure xenon and xenon-mercury arc lamps, plasma torches, and welding arcs

Skin with Sunscreen Gel

Now we now, these rays harm our skin in many ways. But what does Sunscreen Gel do or capable of?

Sunscreen is a compound block, entering into the skin and absorbing the UV rays before they reach and damage the dermal layers.

Some sunscreens include avobenzone, oxybenzone, and para-aminobenzoic acid, which are ingredients used to absorb the sun’s rays.

In simple words, Sunscreen Gel protects our skin by blocking sun rays to pass through inside our skin. In today's Indian market there are a lot of Sunscreen Gel, Gel Based Sunscreen, Sunscreen for Oily Skin, Sunscreen SPF 50 Gel, Sunscreen with P+++ Protection and many more but the main question is that which provide the best result?

What’s SPF in Sunscreen Gel?

SPF is an acronym for sun protection factor. It’s a sign of how well a product will actually protect you from the sun’s ultraviolet B (UVB) rays. The SPF number tells you the amount of time it takes for the skin to redden upon exposure to the sun with protection as opposed to the amount of time without protection.

SPF has the capability to block UVB rays and UVB rays, so it can prevent skin damage and tanning. SPF extends the ability of your skin toleration from the sun's UV rays.

If you can stand for 10 minutes under the sun until you experience a sunburn, then SPF 50, Sunscreen Gel with SPF will increase that time by 50x helping you tolerate it for 500 or more minutes and your skin will not get burned.

What’s PA+++ in Sunscreen Gel?

If you look at any sunscreen product, you may notice that some product comes with "Broad Spectrum Protection" or "PA+/++/+++". Now, what's that?

The PA rating system was developed from the Persistent Pigment Darkening (PPD) method. This test uses UVA radiation to cause a persistent darkening, which is called ‘tanning of the skin’. PPD is tested on a variety of people, all exposed to UVA light. Every test shows, how long it takes for their skin to tan. Then compare the results between protected and unprotected skin.

Why Child Skin Get Sunburned, Easily without Sunscreen Gel?

1. An infant’s skin is much thinner than an adult or even adolescent skin, which means the skin, protects the body less effectively against UV radiation.

2. Newborn skin is missing a functioning acid mantle, a covering on the skin’s surface that protects the skin against water loss and evaporation. This can lead to dehydration in hot weather, which is dangerous since babies have underdeveloped sweat glands and don’t regulate their temperature very well.

3. Babies have low levels of melanin, the pigment that gives our skin and hair color. Melanin is our body’s built-in sunblock and in infants, it’s still developing, so they have no natural sunblock.

Babies under six months should be protected from the sun’s ultra-violet rays by using a physical barrier. They’re too young to use sunscreen or sunblock; these products haven’t been tested on babies under six months old.

4 Ways to Protect Child Skin from the Sunburn

Try to Keep Kids in the shade as much as possible.

Avoid peak sun exposure from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m.

Put a wide-brim hat on your baby with a strap so they can’t pull it off.

Dress your kids with UPF rating of 50+, UV-protective cloth with Sunscreen Gel.

Why SPF 50+ UV-protective clothing

Blocks over 98 percent of the sun's harmful UV rays.

It doesn’t need to be reapplied like sunscreen.

It contains no chemicals.

Safe for people with skin allergies or sensitivities to chemicals.

Fabrics are rigorously tested and rated.

Recommended by the Skin Cancer Foundation and/or the International Melanoma      Foundation.

Why Sunscreen SPF 50

Shields From Harmful UV Rays

Prevents Premature Aging

Lowers Skin Cancer Risks

Lowers Blotchiness on Face

Prevents Sunburns

Prevents Tanning

Enhances the health of the Skin

A Good Cosmetic Option

You May Not Have to Reapply After a Swim

Sunscreen Offers Better Protection Than a Full Sleeve Dress

How to Use Sunscreen?

Always read the ingredient list and make sure your sunscreen contains the following:

Ethylhexyl Methoxycinnamate, Butyl Methoxydibenzoylmethane, Benzophenone-3, Phospholipids, Butylene Glycol, Glycerine, Aloe vera extract, Thermus Thermophillus Ferment, Saxifraga Sarmentosa extract, Vitis Vinifera (Grape) Fruit Extract, Morus bombycis root extract, Scutellaria baicalensis root extract, Biosaccharide gum 4, Carbomer, Triethanolamine, Phenoxyethanol & Fragrance.

Opt for a broad-spectrum sunscreen lotion or gel that is non-comedogenic and hypoallergenic. Such sun creams will shield you from ultraviolet rays, both A and B while safeguarding you from rashes, clogged pores, acne, and sunburns. Choose a sunscreen that is waterproof and comes with a minimum Sunscreen SPF 50. <-- Get the best one for you. Always apply sunscreen half an hour before you come into contact with the sun.

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All About Losing Belly Fats With Health Inside of a Quick Time

Use cinnamon to trick your entire body. When you get strong cravings for sweets, however , you are executing your very best to remain on course, cinnamon can assist. Grab your favorite fruit and sprinkle copious amounts of cinnamon on them. This performs good with apples and bananas. Ensure the cinnamon is pure and it has no extra sugar.

Contain extra fiber inside your food plan. Fiber will cause the body to expel wastes so that nothing at all dangerous has a chance to sit for prolonged within you. By ingesting more fiber, that you are assisting hold your colon in major issue by pushing out dangerous waste at a faster level. 

Vitamin C is a vital section of a nutritious diet program. It is an effective antioxidant. In addition it aids sorts the collagen which is necessary for healthful blood vessels and gums, wound healing, and progress of tooth and bones. Vitamin C is uncovered to reduce the chance of most cancers, cataracts, cardiovascular disease and also other health conditions.  

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Fish consist of omega 3, which happens to be important for nourishment. Omega three essential fatty acids are an essential section on the food plan. If you're vegetarian or simply will not appreciate fish, flax seed consists of an incredibly fantastic level of these critical nutrients. Introducing a bowl or two of oatmeal and flax cereal or changing a meal or two per week with fish can enhance the amount of Omega 3 as part of your food plan.

There is the obvious approach to strengthen nourishment, and then there is the stealth way.  The stealth way to consume much better should be to sneak nutritious ingredientsinto your normal foods.  This is often specially helpful when you've got children or picky eaters, but sneaking wholesome components into your very own foodstuff functions fantastically much too.  Illustrations of this stealth technique would be fortifying baked products and blender drinks with dry milk powder, and sneaking 1/2 cup or so of white beans into your upcoming quick bread, cookie, or cake recipe.  Anyone will try to eat better and no one will be the wiser.

It is best to produce down almost everything you take in during the day. This allows make you accountable for that which you have eaten. What's more, it can help you to definitely not "forget" about that latte you indulged in, or that candy bar you ate immediately after lunch. Knowing anything you have eaten currently can help you make better conclusions about what to take in with the subsequent meal or snack time. 

Eat a diet program superior in complete grains. Men and women that consume a lot more whole grains are more healthy than people who take in refined carbohydrates. Incorporate 100% total wheat bread, brown rice, and complete wheat pasta in the day by day food stuff consumption. This could provide your entire body together with the fiber it desires, also as nutrition that refined carbohydrates lack.

You'll want to include things like food items that comprise enough degrees of vitamin B as part of your diet regime. The vitamin B advanced has eleven components, and alongside one another, they offer a mess of advantages. They will lessen the risk of heart disease and enhance your vitality degree. They may be critical on your psychological health and fitness, furnishing aid from pressure, memory loss, and despair.

Make sure that your eating plan involves adequate amounts of vitamin A. Vitamin A is significant for healthier eyes and aids while in the prevention of cataracts. It strengthens the mucous membranes that secure your smooth tissues, which function a barrier towards an infection. Vitamin A is additionally crucial from the health of one's bones and teeth. 

Obtaining the proper nutrition is vital in your entire body to function adequately. To create certain you happen to be getting the best natural vitamins in your physique, make sure to take a multi vitamin. You may visit any vitamin shop, and obtain what is going to accommodate you very best. One example is, should you be a 50-year-old woman, you will wish to find a vitamin for your middle-aged girl. Choose these each individual working day with lots of water. 

A protein shake is perhaps the best matter to choose following a extended exercise.  But what most people will not know if which you should incorporate milk to the shake in place of water.  This can be since it not only preferences improved, but each and every serving is made up of about 8 extra grams of protein than h2o should have.

Legumes are superstars from the dietary globe.  They supply protein and assistance equilibrium blood sugar.  Nevertheless they could appear boring.  Just costume them up within a excellent recipe they usually are superstars of taste also:  lentils become a good veggie burger, chick peas develop into hummus, beans excel in Mexican dishes, and there may be nothing improved than the usual bowl of handmade pea soup with a chilly winter day!

Obtain balanced alternate options to frying your favorite food items. Fried meals are lousy for you personally. This doesn't imply you should do away with your beloved foods from a domestic. Just locate new, healthier solutions to prepare dinner them. In lieu of frying attempt baking, braising, broiling, steaming, or poaching your meals as an alternative.

Try to eat nuts to be a healthier snack food. Nuts usually are not just fantastic in your case, in addition they make it easier to truly feel complete. You will discover many distinctive flavors of nuts on the market. You can also attempt soaking them in h2o for a various texture. Just make sure you do not have a nut allergy ahead of snacking.

When you are striving to live a more healthy lifestyle, a well balanced diet is without doubt one of the most significant solutions to reach it. Aim to eat all around 20% of your respective energy in protein, close to 30% of one's energy in fats, and about 50% in carbohydrates. This will put you over the proper observe to some greater lifestyle. 

To help you keep a wholesome life-style, try to increase your intake of veggies. Infant carrots undoubtedly are a quick snack and also a terrific supply of each vitamin A and C. New veggies are very best, but frozen veggies hold their nutritional values much better than canned. Salads really are a swift and tasty way to get healthy greens, but never go overboard on the dressing.

https://dieta-de-21-dias.life

To acquire the advantages of anti-oxidants, you won't have to drink exotic fruit juices. Tomatoes, 1 on the most common meals, have hundreds of such valuable anti-oxidants and they even have a good deal of natural vitamins, like C as well as a. Tomatoes can be relished in several means. Cherry tomatoes are excellent for snacking, though substantial tomatoes can be employed in sandwiches, soups, sauces and several other utilizes.

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On the frontline against Covid-19 in Ethiopia – a photo essay

Yonas Tadesse is an Ethiopian photographer based in Addis Ababa who has been documenting doctors and emergency workers fighting coronavirus since the beginning of the outbreak. This series focuses on the taskforce at the Eka Kotebe hospital in Addis Ababa

The first case of Covid-19 in Ethiopia was reported on 13 March, when a team of first responders took in a 48-year-old Japanese man. Having never seen anything like his condition, they did not know what to prepare for, and thus started their new normal of battling the coronavirus in Ethiopia.

Doctors, nurses, janitors, security guards and drivers donned hats they had never dreamed of wearing as they worked to develop systems and techniques to minimise the damage from the virus – often at the cost of their health, their home lives, their reputations, and sometimes their lives.

My name is Dr Kalkidan, I was the first person to admit the first Covid-19 positive patient from Japan.

It was sudden. We weren’t really expecting patients. We were told to prepare the facility. I didn’t bring a change of clothes. I came to do the routine drills. I was terrified. I used to say I wasn’t scared, but I thought to myself about how I must love my life.

My name is Paulos Seid. I was born and raised in a town called Elebabor, Gore. I am married and a father of a son and twin daughters. I’d worked at Kotebe hospital as a security guard for five months when the coronavirus pandemic was reported in our country.

During the preparations to battle the virus, there was a big shortage of manpower, so I was asked to carry the responsibility of ‘sprayer’. I did not hesitate. Every time I do the job, I feel that I’m eradicating the virus, so I feel proud.

My name is Makeda. The worst day so far was when we lost our first patient.

Mothers are leaving their children behind, families are scattering because of this – you can’t bury your dead.

My name is Dr Rediet. One time, I was doing rounds with the doctors and transferring patients. After we were done, we heard the patients asking for help. I was doffing. I’d almost gotten my apron off. We ran to the patients and realised Ato Tesfaye did not have a pulse, no cardiac beat, no radial pulse. I fixed the bed for him and we started doing CPR. As this was an emergency, we were required to do CPR on a salvageable patient. I was the one still wearing full protective gear so it was OK for me to give CPR. We did two cycles of chest compression and we were able to bring him back. We were lucky because we heard the call for help.

My name is Demoz. I worked at the Eka hospital before coronavirus. I have three kids. I live with my husband. I have high blood pressure, but I can’t afford to stop working. I’ve given the responsibility to God. We will be tested under the pressure until this is over. We’re not going anywhere.

I am Workneh Hora. I am a father of two. I’ve fought in the Ethiopian-Eritrean war. At this time, I’m doing my national duty as a sprayer and hospital guard. I also help bury those who’ve died in the pandemic. I wasn’t scared at all when I started the job. Spraying chemicals is nothing. I’ve gone through wars with bullets. So, I am not at all afraid of death.

My name is Etagegn Tessema. I was born in Lasta, Wollo. I am 50 years old, married and a mother of one. To support my husband and my son, I’d walk from Gabriel where I live, all the way to Ayat and work as a day labourer. I did this for 12 years. And now I’ve been working as a janitor at this hospital for the past year. When the pandemic came, I was the only one who supported my family so I did not hesitate to continue working. I’d go back home after work and my good neighbours and friends wouldn’t face me. But I don’t have a choice but to keep at my job. I ask for God to say this is enough so my neighbours and I could go back to our old friendship.

My name is Melat. When I see people who catch the virus and come from different places and different lives, different responsibilities; people who come from comfort; afraid, stressed, defeated and separated from those they love, alone. When I see and hear the strain it’s created on their families, I get disturbed. There are many situations where I cried. I would see such chaos in between survival and death. Like a thick rope worn away and held together by a string. That string is hope. Feeling like it’s over and they’ll die when the pain comes and then again hoping to recover when they feel a bit better. I hate living watching this anxiety. But as a health soldier, I will proudly remember the day I decided to fight this enemy of my people, the day I decided to ache and die with them.

My name is Martha. Helping people makes me happy. That’s why I became a nurse. I feel like I’m closer to God when I help those in need. I believe that God has plans for everyone and this was his plan for me. Being a nurse is more than being a mother or sister and I’m happy to make the slightest influence doing this. Being a nurse was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

My name is Jerry. It feels like a dream. I’ve never considered my family and that I would face this kind of challenge. But I’ve left my three children and especially my breastfeeding infant with their father and come here to the hospital. I don’t know when this pandemic will vanish from this country so I can see my children again. I worry about this a lot. I want to cry but I don’t want my friends to see that so I try my best to appear strong. God forbid, if I caught the disease and something worse happened, I’d hate to think about what will happen to my husband and my kids. My husband helps and supports me. But when I get stressed he says: ‘Just leave it and come home. We’ll accept whatever comes together. I can’t leave if something happened to you. Who will raise the kids? You should put your family first.’ But doing that will be treason on my profession, my country and myself. I consider that to be theft. I worry; I don’t know what tomorrow will bring.

My name is Dr Sara. My first duty was the scariest moment of my life. My family is always reminding me of the Hippocratic oath I made at my graduation. They make me feel like I am a soldier in a war. On top of this, the unity among colleagues for a common goal was very inspiring. During the first few days of my patient rounds, my head was full of questions in terms of how much time I needed to spend with my patients while keeping myself safe. Then one night I tried to put myself in their shoes and their attendants. How painful it could be for someone to be in a hospital bed without talking to their loved ones, not getting emotional support from family and friends and God forbid, die without even saying goodbye.

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Races of ERTA (My made up world)

There are ten sentient races in ERTA eight of which are mammals and can interbreed  they are sub-species not  ‘races’ and , they all have different races. Most are bi-pedal humanoids, expect Prryalla’s favored race: dragons. All have free will. All have ten gifts from the gods: Strength, Courage, Honor, Wisdom, Cunning, Speed, Magic, adaptability , longevity, and beauty.  I’m putting down the stats of each trait for each race,  all the diversity in appearance of each race and height range.

Erta a description of the races of Erta

Gralings: (pronounced Graah-ling) the race created by the goddess Dualora.

STRENGTH: 1

COURAGE: 6

HONOR: 4

WISDOM: 10

CUNNING: 8

SPEED: 7

MAGIC: 9

ADAPTABILITY: 3

LONGEVITY: 2

BEAUTY: 6

ADULT HEIGHT RANGE: 6ft- 8ft

NUMBER OF RACES: 5

Other names: Big-biters (slur), bug-munchers (slur), Gray people, Greylings, People of the Graling Peaks. Grey ones, Tall scholars, Soot-y mountain people.

Appearance: They are tall adults are shortest at 6ft and tallest a little over 8 feet,  thin, ectomorphic bodies, with skin that ranges from a pale whitish gray to  nearly black (but still gray). Their hair is straight, or curly and comes in white, grey, light blue, brown, blue-black and black. They have very little body hair and cannot grow beards.  Eye colors are usually blue, purple, green, brown or orange. They have slit pupils that dilate with the  amount of light, their eyes are reflective in the dark. They have long faces, high cheek-bones, large round or almond shape eyes, large, long noses, and thin or full lips.  They have thin boney digits. They have large pointed ears. They usually keep their hair long and usually are seen wearing voluminous undyed  cowled robes or undyed tunics (in hot weather). Gralings of the Graling peaks are different they don’t not abhor luxury and sometimes have brocaded robes and their own brand of fashion. 

Age: Gralings can live to about two hundred years old, the average life expectancy is about 120. 

Diet: They are omnivores. But usually their diet consist of mushrooms, root vegetables, brassica, fowl, fish, limited game, poultry, mushrooms, beans, fruits, nuts and insects. They brew a mushroom and yams  ‘beer’ finest run off water from the limestone and also distill a deep red liquor called: ‘Sesstae’ made with beets and flavored with raspberries. They use potatoes, yams, insect, bean flour to make a flat breads and noodles.  

Society: they are lovers of wisdom and order. Above life they value books. Originally though they come from the Graling Peaks Three hollowed out mountains in which they keep a vast city/library. Outside the Graling Peaks most live in closed village of under 800 residents called by outsiders: ‘cloisters’. The cloisters are walled villages built in concentric circles of five of six circles. The outer most circle contains farms and orchards, the second shops, business and workshops, the third residences, the fourth governing office, fifth and inner most circle contains the temples and most importantly the library. Each library is just an branch of the Great library in the Graling Peaks, and all the books are considered on loan from their and can be called back.  Gralings who do not live within a cloister or in the Graling Peaks, are often found in sparse family groups of individuals  or  live in urban areas. Gralings will offer aid, hospitality, pay taxes to local non-Graling officials and rent most books to other species, although they do like them to live long term in the cloister, they also do not like mixing of species.   Most Gralings do not like luxury and are suspicious of too much comfort as luxury and are ascetics. Thus all Gralings residences (at least within the cloisters) are about the same: in the back a washroom, then bedrooms:  one for parents, one for young children and one for older relatives, at the front they have a kitchen, and an open area with a chairs and a bookshelf the home bookshelf contains: cookbooks, some fiction and poetry, a book of simple spells and reference guides. They also all have an upper story which is divided into three rooms: storage, bug ‘farm’ and mushroom ‘garden.’ All Gralings are taught to read and write in the common language of the area and the secret tongue of the Gralings which sounds like clicks and hissing. They are also taught magic. Gralings are children for about 14 years before puberty starts. After that they are sent to live at the cloister’s library dorms, where they will learn more and maintain the library. At about 20 they pick a trade, usually something they are interested in, though it may be a family trade. In their 30s they get married and raise a family (if they choose). To avoid inbreeding one or two parties of about a dozen young Gralings will leave their own cloister and journey to another, with letters of introduction and gifts to seek a marriage partner. These are called courtship pilgrimages. In some cloisters arranged marriage is customary in others they let the young people choose. Same sex couples are considered fine. Not all those who go on courtship pilgrimages end up marrying or even finish the journey, for many this the first time they have seen life outside the cloister. In their 50s they can serve in the Cloister’s councils.  The Cloister is run by elected councilors, councilors are elected on a monthly, tri-monthly and yearly basis. Outside the cloister Gralings will defer to the local lord or king or whoever. They can vote in their mid 30s.  Gralings typically have 2 to 6 children at the age of 80 they will either go back to living at the library or take up residence with one their children.  Graling do have horses, they have stables are kept near the outer ring of the cloister and the horses are considered communal property. 

Economy: Within the cloisters Gralings use an exchange of  local currency for goods and services or bartering it depends on the cloister. In the Graling peaks, they use their own currency or books. 

fighting: Despite being physically weak, only able to at the maximum carry 110 pounds. They are very swift and extremely good at magic. They have their own kinds martial art, that relies on hitting various pressure points and weak spots on their enemies body, they also have a sword fighting martial art that relies on swiftness and twin scimitars. Most though prefer to defend themselves with magic. Alternative weapons are bodkins, stilettos, throwing knives, blow darts and crossbows. 

Notable achievements: They invented the printing press, though they do not share this outside the Graling peaks.

Biology: They can safely eat any type of bug and have resistant to most venoms.

Temperament: Gralings are not known for displays of emotion, they are known to be rational, quiet and cool-headed, not to say they abhor emotion and do not display it. Their cool outer appearance usually belies deep passions and emotions. They are sarcastic, droll and dry.  They have tendency to conformity, among themselves. They smile they do not laugh. Gralings glare, they do not throw punches. They are masters of passive-aggression.

Possible jobs outside the cloister: Librarian, book store owner, magic user, assassin, Printer, alchemist. Psyick

Weakness: physically they are not strong.

Fae: The race made by Verja, goddess of nature.

STRENGTH: 4

COURAGE: 2

HONOR: 1

WISDOM: 8

CUNNING: 9

SPEED:7

MAGIC: 10

ADAPTABILITY: 5

LONGEVITY: 7 

BEAUTY: 6

ADULT HEIGHT RANGE: 2 inches - 50ft 

NUMBER OF RACES:  10<

Other names: Fairies, pixies, the nobility, brownies, nymphs, etc etc.(So many freakin’ names actually)

Appearance: They are the most diverse species and have a wide dizzying range of races and appearances. From tiny one inch dainty pixies, to 50 foot tall tree lords and everything in between, all colors, manners of dress, eye color, shape, also they use a magic called glamour to enhance their appearance.  Most have pointed ears

Age: Despite what they say Fae can only live to about 840 years.

Diet: Again depends on the race or subspecies it’s a wide wide range of things. Some use local lore to get free food from gullible humans. 

Society: They tend to live in out of the way rural areas, some do live in specially made pocket dimensions and have cities under the hill. Their are two groups nobility and commoners.  Nobility are the most magical, most capricious, duplicitous, attractive (enhanced by glamour naturally) They appear to be tall, graceful, humanoids with perfect skin, high cheek bones,  prefect clothes and hair and dazzling eyes. They love luxury, celebrations and music. They are dangerous, insane and prone to mood swings. Do not trifle with them ever. Commoners on the other hand are more sensible, shy around humans, and though less magically gifted, tend to do a lot of the grunt work to keep the fairy lands running. This however is JUST a sliver of the FAE and their society. Some fae are solitary fall under no rulers, some gain their power from trees or streams and are tied to them. Some are tied to houses of humans   (Humans seem to the one race that will work with them) and guard the house and provide aid and shelter at a small price of bread and milk.  Some races of FAE steal human infants and leave their own in place of the infant.  Nobles do not raise their own children, they let the commoners do it. They reach puberty at 20. Nobles have arranged marriages but numerous affairs. Commoners tend to marry who they want. Other solitary fae have a harder time finding someone to of their own race/species to mate with. They have been known to kidnap anyone who strikes their fancy.  They interbreed with humans other species and normally  take humans for these affairs, their lots of those wandering around with fae blood in them. Fae have chaos in their soul and are hard to pin down. Little is known about many aspects  of their society. 

Economy: Barter as far we know.

fighting: Some races of the FAE are good at it, fast,  and strong. Nobles tend to be trained in armed combat. They cannot wield any weapon not made of iron. Also they use a shit-ton of magic. 

notable achievements: NONE

Weakness: They are crazy assholes. 

Temperament: Capricious, hot headed, tendency to lie and cheat. Lots of mood swings. Also cold Iron. 

possible jobs for half fae: Musician, thief, con-man etc.

2Humans (Not going into this)

STRENGTH: 4

COURAGE: 7

HONOR: 2

WISDOM: 5

CUNNING: 9

SPEED: 3

MAGIC: 4

ADAPTABILITY: 10

LONGEVITY: 1

BEAUTY: 6

ADULT HEIGHT RANGE: 3 ft -7ft

NUMBER of RACES: 6

4 Ravmin

STRENGTH: 5

COURAGE: 1

HONOR: 4

WISDOM: 8

CUNNING: 9

SPEED: 10

MAGIC: 3

ADAPTABILITY: 6 

LONGEVITY: 4

BEAUTY: 5

HEIGHT RANGE: 3ft- 6’10 ft

number of races: 2

Other names: Alcaws, Kraaaw, flying creeps (slur), sallow sam (slur), Greasy slinks (slur), val-caw,

Appearance:  In humanoid form they have oblong faces, low cheekbones, pointed noses, yellow tinge to their skin whether dark of fair, and deep set round dark colored eyes. Thin, gangly bodies. Mostly they have black straight hair, which has a tendency to appear oily if not well cared for. However, once in a while genetics spits of out a light  white blonde. Mostly they dress in cool colors, long coats with flowing sleeves over more plain under garments. At puberty their raven ‘skin’ of feathers begins to grow out on their back, this biological garment when complete will allow them to change into a Raven, hence their common name among other species: ‘Raven-men’. At the age of 16 the raven skin  is shed from their back, as one complete garment. Putting it on allows them to change into Ravens, it does not work for any other species or indeed if another Ravimin dons his brother’s  raven skin, he will not be able to use it. Each Ravimin keeps his raven skin to themselves and hidden from strangers, once a week they must care spread it out and care for it with oil. Then hide it again. If it is discovered and taken, that person will now have power over the Ravimin in question. But if the Ravimin finds their raven skin, they will take it, fly away and never return. Bird form: it’s simple they look like a Raven, sometimes a white Raven.  

Age:  they can live to 480 

Diet: Omnivores  they eat anything a human can eat, however, the flesh of a dead sentient being has a narcotic effect on them. Most will take a small part of a corpse to eat, in a way to honor the dead, and that is it. However not all that benevolent.  Some become addicted to dead flesh and from roaming bands bent on fomenting war and strife to feed their addictions. Also they sell the belongs of those who have died from their provoked slaughter.

Society: Ravmin are not a social race, even among themselves. Usually they live in isolated villages, married couples with children. Although in some cities they have their own districts called unkynd towns lots of funeral homes there.. For such a long lived they reach puberty at 12 about the same age as humans. They have a saying: “When the fledge can fly, they take off.” Referring to the fact, at about 16 to 18  the young Ravimin leave their childhood homes, in search of a new life. Some become apprentices to older Ravmin, some wander around for a bit. A Ravmin have an extra sense like a tingle that tells them when others of their kind are near. The young often find each other and travel in groups, doing odd jobs and or learning the primary craft of their kind: interring the dead. the young in raven form, they attempt to impress each other with feats of aerial aerobatics. Eventually as stated they pair off and find somewhere to settle. Though many work as undertakers, they have the normal range of professions. In terms of their own burial, it kept secret, but usually they are eaten by their own kin. 

Notable achievements: Undertaking, the kraaaw lexicon (A book on everything to do with interring the dead of all species), numerous wars. 

Biology: Gets narcotic effects from eating corpse flesh, and changes into ravens.  Also remarkably unaffected by rotten meat, disease or food born pathogens.

Temperament: The saying is there are three types of Alcaws: Silent, Sweet and Sour. The Silent are quiet, bookish types, who do not try to get anyone’s way . The Sweet are boisterous pranksters, kind and loud, the sour are sullen, chilly and bitter. A Ravmin might be all three depending on surroundings and moods. 

Possible jobs: Undertaker, executioner,  assassin, mercenary,  accountant, mage, plague doctor, spy etc. etc

Weakness: Addicted to corpse meat, and if you take their raven skin they in your power, they are cowards for the most part. 

5Dragons

STRENGTH:  10

COURAGE: 4

HONOR: 3

WISDOM: 8

CUNNING:7

SPEED: 5

MAGIC:6 

ADAPTABILITY: 2

LONGEVITY: 9 (1080 years)

BEAUTY:1 (not appicalble)

HEIGHT RANGE: 10ft- 1000 ft

number of races: 11

Other names:  Wyrm, Winged- Lizards, Drake etc. etc.

Appearance:  Large, winged fire breathing that’s the basic. They have different body types,  they come in all colors, most are scaly one race of dragons is feathered. Some have bodies which are low slung and lizard like, some have more avian bodies, and some cobby by bodies and are sleek with tiny legs and  feathery ‘beards’.  They have round eyes slit pupils and a variety of vivid gem like eye colors.  

Society: Most races of dragons are solitary. Expect for the smallest the 10 foot tall, blue dragons who dwell  cliff side caverns in ‘villages’ each family or individual blue dragon dwelling in a cave. Some of the larger dragons will come together to mate and stay together to raise a family ( a clutch of baby dragons takes about 50 years to come to maturity). The largest of all dragons do not spend much time with others of their kind or anyone, they just sleep under mountains. 

Notable achievements: Guarding large piles of gold.

Temperament: depends on the dragon, varies widely.

Possible jobs: Dragons usually don’t have jobs

Weakness: no idea. 

6 Ichals (fish people)

STRENGTH: 7

COURAGE: 5

HONOR: 1

WISDOM: 6

CUNNING: 8

SPEED: 9

MAGIC: 3

ADAPTABILITY: 10

LONGEVITY: 2

BEAUTY: 4

HEIGHT RANGE: 4ft - 6ft

number of races: 4

Other names: fish people, mermaid/mermen, seal people, land seals, frog people.  (all slurs)

Appearance: There are four races of ichals two of them are bipedal mostly  land dwelling and the other two live in water and have fins instead of legs.The bipedal races do live near large bodies water, on islands, coasts, near rivers, and large lakes. They interbreed with other humanoid species often. The two bipedal races of Ichals called the Northern and Southern Ichals. The water dwelling finned ones are the western and eastern. All Ichals have human skin tones, with tinges of grey-green or blue-green. Ichals notable facial features include high brows, large bugling round eyes, small wide noses,  full lips and not much of a chin. Their eye colors are brown, grey or grey-green. They have second clear eyelid that closes under the skin one so they can see under water. Their teeth are numerous, small and pointed.  Their ears are also small. The Northern Ichals are shorter  and stockier  because they have a layer of insulating fat under their skin. The Southern ones are leaner and taller. Their hair is brown or black or dark shades of auburn, if pureblooded, mixed blooded can have any hair color. They have very little body hair and in fact the western Ichals have no hair whatsoever. They have webbing in-between their fingers and toes. 

Age: 240 

Diet: Seaweed, Kelp, glasswort, fish, shellfish etc. etc they are omnivores but prefer seafood of all types. 

Society: Ichals tend to be found around the coast, on small islands, near large rivers or deep lakes, that’s the bipedal  ones. The finned ones live under the water and only come up to take the occasional deep breath. They notable sailors and fishermen. They live together in villages, hamlets, and in ‘districts’ in port cities.   They live among others but for the most part do not mix. They worship the god of the sea. They are clannish but do not mind if you marry into their clan, for the most part, an Ichal will mary & breed  just about any other race and they do. There are more Southern then Northern Ichals, Eastern then Western.  The bipedal  ones do not like being away from bodies of water and become depressed if they are away from any large body of water for a long time. , They are viewed with suspicion by other races and considered shifty. However, there truth, to this any non-Ichal is viewed as a dry foot and  dry feet are considered ‘fair game’ for any underhanded business or schemes or out right theft an Ichal may have. They do NOT try any of the schemes, thieving or swindling on other Ichals or have ichal blood.  Some isolated tribes of Ichals have been corrupted and taken to worshiping the Servants of the ancient gods, which is troubling. Thye have tendency to towards evil and weakness, though it is far from universal

Notable achievements: Masters of the sea, excellent swimmers. Explorers, traders. merchants, pirates.… etc. etc.

Biology: Third transparent eyelid, can hold their breath for very long periods of time.

Temperament: They are calm, optimistic, tough, and sly.  

Possible jobs : Sailor, Pirate, sea trader, fisherman, merchant, pirate. 

Weakness: Can’t spend to long to far away from water, very morally dubious and easily lead into evil.

7.7.Haslas (fiery people)

STRENGTH: 6

COURAGE: 7

HONOR: 1

WISDOM: 5

CUNNING:8

SPEED: 9

MAGIC: 3

ADAPTABILITY: 4

LONGEVITY: 2

BEAUTY: 10

HEIGHT RANGE: 5ft -6ft

number of races: 4

Other names: the burning people,  fire nymphs, salamander people, ifriit, children of Keyle, red sluts (slur), Fire whore (slur),

Appearance: They were made by the goddess of love and beauty.  Adult Haslas are the most beautiful race on Erta. They have high cheek bones, long eyelashes, blonde brown, black or auburn hair of any texture, almond shaped eyes of darker hues and when they shoot fireballs they turn all black. They have full lips and oval shaped faces.  They can be olive complexioned, tan, very tan, any shade of brown and a matte bright red. They have tendency to freckle. They have lithe and slender bodies. The males can grow facial hair but in general they have very little body hair.  They tend to look fragile and feminine.  However that belies they’re very real physical strength, speed and the special ability every adult Haslas possess to shoot fireballs (Usually 10 to 30 before the fireballs are exhausted).  The prepubescent children of the Haslas are not remarkable at all, as far as children go they quite plain, it is impossible to tell even if they boys or girls, as Haslas are born intersex. Only the onset of puberty do the characteristics of their sex begin to show. By the end of puberty it is quite clear who is male, female or neither (which happens sometimes). As adults they tend towards the most fashionable clothing around, and usually are the best dressed.  Their only magic is that of their fireballs. 

Age: can live to be 240 but rarely do. 

Diet: Ominvores, prefer spicy food. 

Society: Haslas are nomadic because of their great beauty and the threat of being attacked for it. The Haslas tend to roam the warmer parts of Erta, as cold weather leaves them prone to diseases and consumption. Because of their breeding with Humans and other races it is hard to call any Haslas pure blooded.  They earn their living as traveling entertainers,  mercenaries,  herders,   traveling tinkers, and  traveling merchants and any other way that doesn’t require being in one place for very long.  Some sell their bodies as concubines seeking comfort, shiny things and stability. Haslas children because of their androgyny are trained in all skills needed to be a successful adult.  Haslas are matrilineal society, because it’s easier to tell who the mother is rather than the father, The women lead the Haslas bands and families. Once  year many of the larger bands will gather outside one land based large city. This is called the Haslas fair and much business is done there. Haslas are also known for their spicy, hot cuisine, and flatbreads. They are known to be very covetous of jewelry, gold & silver coins and the like. They have a common language that  sounds like chirps and tweets to outsiders. However like an accent or dialect it varies between groups of Haslas. Like the Ichals they do not see stealing from, defrauding, swindling or robbing ‘outsiders’ as bad thing. But their definition of that is looser and can include other Haslas  that aren’t of their  immediate family or anyone who isn’t a close friend. They see nothing wrong with whoring either.  To a haslas a body is temporary vessel, to use as they see fit. Also in their way of looking true lovers choose each other, love each other truly KNOW each other and will raise a family together and love each while a ‘client’  buys you and does not KNOW you cannot truly love you and will not stand by you. Their is very sad ballad that Haslas sing called ‘The tale of Ash and May’ where two Haslas from different bands meet and fall deeply truly in love but are separated by distance and time, eventually they meet again both are living in the same human city but both are now kept lovers of rich humans (Haslas tend to see humans as very possessive) and cannot be together. The sexs of Ash and May change from version to version so does their fates, in some they reunite, others their fate is much more grim. It illustrates how Haslas think, they rarely sing it in the common tongue though. Haslas are seen by other races as immoral and unstable but they operate by a different code. 

Notable facts:: being the most beautiful race ever.   For the death rites of a Haslas they have to cremated within a week of death with the proper rites or their spirit manifests as angry fiery being and attacks everyone nearby. 

Biology: Can withstand higher temperatures, heat and fire better. Are intersex until puberty. 

Temperament: Charming, cheerful, vivacious  energetic, but have ‘hot tempers’ are petty and catty and very vain. 

Possible jobs: Dancer, acrobat,  Actor, singer, herder, Thief, mercenary,  spice merchant,  tinker, highwayman, whore,  concubine, catamite, dandy, flying ship sailor.  

Weakness: Are susceptible to illness at colder climates, more affected by the cold. 

8. Lufvin (Giants)

STRENGTH: 10

COURAGE: 8

HONOR: 9

WISDOM: 4

CUNNING:2

SPEED: 7

MAGIC:3

ADAPTABILITY:5

LONGEVITY: 1

BEAUTY:3

HEIGHT RANGE: 6ft -11ft

Number of races: 3

Other names: Giants, uglies (slur), brutes. And various tribe and clan names. 

Appearance:  Tall, wide and brawny, they have round faces with heavy brows, and  wide upturned noses and pronounced  underbites. The males are exceptionally hairy, from outset of puberty on. Most Lufvin live in colder in climates and have paler skin. However, there are a few ‘lost clans’ who hail from warm climates, they tend to be shades of brown. Lufvin have deeper voices, thicker more muscular builds,  ham like hands with huge digits, legs like tree trunks. They have no unified way of dressing. 

Age: they can live to 120 but rarely do. 

Diet: Ommivores, with a tendency to enjoy lots of red meat and pork, root vegetables, and breads.  Also very good brewers, they drink a lot of beer. 

Society: The Lufvin are a contentious race, with strict codes of honor. First comes their immediate family, then comes their clan which is made up of extended family, then comes their tribe which is based on what region the Lufvin’s ancestors originally came from, and then there is caste which what occupation and rank in their society they have. The clans fight each other and so do the tribes. From the lowliest farmer to the highest Lufvin lord, they all consider themselves warriors first and train in the combat arts. The higher ranking Luvfin live in halls with their servants and all the family. The lower  classes live in houses with their family. Lufvin of lower castes generally are monogamous, the higher ranks  can keep two or three  spouses. First children are the heirs. Marriage within the tribe is encouraged. Most Lufvin choose their spouses for their strength of arm and character. Courtship is a lengthy and sentimental process. A lover has to to prove themselves to their beloved’s  family before the marriage can take place.  Engagements can last years before marriage. The Lufvin code is as follows  Some of the tenets are:  1. Always give  hospitality to strangers and travelers. 2. Respect your Parents, the Gods, The higher castes. 3. Clan first, tribe second. 4. disagreements between Lufvin must be settled by test of skill agreed upon both parties. 4. Do not keep  courting one who refuses you, on the outset. 5. Don’t harm children. 6. Honor is in talents, skills, deeds,  morals, and accomplishments, bad deeds will reflect on not only the Lufvin in question but the whole clan. 7. If something is fairly won, accept it. 8. No quarter will be given to the enemy. 9. Seek vengeance on your enemies and do not rest until it is accomplished. 10. Dishonor is worse than death.11. Take everyone at their word at first.    The Lufvin and Rakstals do not like each other and have a long standing feud no ones knows where it comes from or why. 

Notable achievements: They are unrivaled in combat. 

Biology: Larger, heavier with sturdier bones and the ability to really take a beating. 

Temperament: Angry when Provoked, a bit hidebound, but generous and kind and law abiding in general. Affectionate and gentle when not fighting.Loyal, moral and kind.  

Possible jobs : Warrior, blacksmith, bodyguard, Etc.

Weakness: Pretty gullible and stubborn and hot tempered.

Niflu: (Small people) 

STRENGTH: 5

COURAGE:

HONOR: 4

WISDOM: 9

CUNNING: 10

SPEED: 2

MAGIC: 1

ADAPTABILITY: 8

LONGEVITY: 6

BEAUTY: 2

ADULT HEIGHT RANGE: 3 ft- 4ft

number of races: 5

Other names:  mole-men, half gobs, ratlings (slur), ankle-biters (slur), rabbit people (slur) 

Appearance: short with curly hair that ranges from honey blonde to dark brown or they are bald  their eyes are large, heavily lidded, green, hazel  grey or brown eyes,  buck teeth and small floppy ears. They have round chubby faces. They dress pragmatically with little embellishments They men lose their hair young 20 or so.  The women lose their hair at 70.  They are found in all lands and in skin tone mirror every human race.  They are very short ranging in height from 3 feet to the tallest being 4’10 feet. At around 40 they begin to get their first tattoo too mark maturity and purpose in life, from there they get many, many more. 

Age: 720

Diet: Ommivore. The niflu like hearty, plain food and garlic, pickles. They eat lots of root vegetables, garlic, ginger and cabbages. They have breed of small pig which they also eat and will eat most types of fowl. They are also great brewers, farmers, and distillers. Niflu do love their food and drink.

Society:  Niflu are as happy in the city or the country. They tend to live together in large extended families outsiders call ‘warrens’ . In the country these warrens are dug into hillsides or make using local caves. In the Niflu villages there usually three or four main families.In cities they tend to take over a building or two. They have great skill as cooks, bakers, brewers, distillers, any kind of handicraft, forging metal, inventing and  feats of engineering. They figured out a use for Ghost wood and built flying ships and floating cities. Because of their height and lack of magic they have come up with many ingenious ways of defending themselves and their homes. Their society is divided but it’s less to do with gender, more to do what sort of job they do or train for. The Niflu divide it into to categories: Hechle  (Which includes: cooking, baking cleaning, looking after children,  weaving, brewing, distilling animal husbandry, farming) or  Whichll (engineering, inventing, mining, sailing airships, smithing,) meaning whether your job is an inside one or an outside one. Gender and sexual orientation doesn’t matter so much to the Niflu. But whether one is Heechle or Whichll does and pressure to one or the other is put on Niflu very young as apprenticeships start early. Child rearing within the Niflu warren is communal, the extended family looks after each other’s children starting after the child or can walk. Infants are usually bundled onto the backs of whatever parent has them for the day. When a Niflu is reaches mid-childhood they have to pick what role they want and whether they are Hechle or Whichll. Then they get an apprenticeship, in the field they chose, they start out doing very small jobs and move up as they gain more experience and grow older. They are monogamous, and courtship is slow two year process in which two Niflu exhcnge notes, make each other small gifts and talk, eventually they spend more time together, stealing moments, touching and eventually move in together, shortly after that they get married. Usually they mare the son or daughter of the family they are apprenticed too. They do not care if the marriage is outside the race.  This happens in late puberty to late middle age. In couples one is Hechle and one is Whichll. However same career couples do exist and are looked on but the Niflu as a whole with bemusement and distrust. When a Nuflu receives their tattoos, celebrations are held as like those for birthdays. Nuflu weddings are also big lusty, fun affairs. In old age Niflu maintain their career and pass on wisdom to children and apprentices.  Niflu typically cremate their dead.  The Niflu do not have language per say, and speak a pidgin version of the common tongue among themselves. As the second most intelligent race with no magic, in general they do like or trust ‘Bug-biters’ aka Gralings, who they see as arrogant and pretentious. Their are exceptions to this open minded Graling and  non-prejudiced Niflu but as a whole, they DO NOT like each other.  

Biology: They have a very high pain threshold, a hardier constitution, so they can get  but don’t feel it as much, resistance to magical spells.

Temperament: gregarious, jolly, earthy and pragmatic, fond of physical pleasures as much intellectual ones. Hard working, loyal but mercenary and frugal. 

Possible jobs:  Oh so many……

Weakness: short, can’t do magic, go bald. 

10.Rakstal: (the stone people)

STRENGTH: 9

COURAGE: 7

HONOR: 5

WISDOM: 8

CUNNING: 6

SPEED: 2

MAGIC: 7

ADAPTABILITY: 3

LONGEVITY: 10

BEAUTY: 2

HEIGHT RANGE: 7ft -20ft

number of races: 3

Other names: the stone giants, rock monks,  philosophers  wait…I thought that was a hill.

Appearance: They are made of stone but within they are fire, it can be seen through their eyes and mouth. They are HUGE and look vaguely humanoid.  Rough stoney features. As in they have a head, and four limbs. They wear clothes made from leaves, moss can grow on them. As for races,  we classify them as geologists classify they types of rock Igneous, sedimentary and metamorphic They seem fine with it. Their are more in depth classifications as to what type of the three basic rock types. They are hermaprhodites, and do not have recognizable identifiable male/female genders. 

they lay ‘eggs’; which look like especially smooth rocks. They grow slowly

Age: up to 1,2000 

Diet: like a plant they get nutrients from the soil and sun. 

Society: Almost entirely solitary, they have no fixed abode, they meet to mate and raise family, staying together as youngest but then they part… or just sit down and mediate. 

They are very intelligent spiritual and thoughtful. They are very slow moving and acting often they sit down and medidate for up to five hundred years. However such patience comes with age, the immature  youngest ones are more full of  energy, curiosity and mischief.  Immature Siblings, friends and cousins will wander together, and get into trouble and explore. Sadly when you are enormously strong rock giant other races don’t take kindly to your ‘wild’ years.  Also they are highly protective of their mates, children, friends and family.  Mature adults will raise a clutch of up to five eggs  together  mate three times in their lives. They do not know why the lufvin hate them, but since they keep insisting it’s a feud…..

 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Notable achievements: ???

Biology: very strange…. See appearance

Temperament: slow, laid back, calm and thoughtful, taciturn, lazy. 

Possible jobs : monk, blacksmith, bodyguard….

Weakness:  made of rock. 

[itsfinancethings]

October 29, 2019 at 06:16AM

Kurumin Aroma felt like her life was over at just 21. She was about to enter her senior year at college, had already been accepted onto a stuffy conglomerate’s graduate program, and was staring at years shuffling paper in a beige cubicle.

So when the suave man with flash business card approached her in Tokyo’s bustling Shinjuku neighborhood, talking enthusiastically about a career in modeling, dreams of exotic photo shoots and star-studded parties washed over her.

“It was perhaps a little easier for him to persuade me than it should have been,” Aroma, who uses an alias in public, tells TIME.

Fast forward eight years and Aroma looks back at the episode with crushing regret. But she is determined to weaponize the ensuing trauma to help stop others from becoming, like her, one of the hundreds of young Japanese women coerced into pornography by tricksters masquerading as legitimate modeling agents.

After being pressured into signing a convoluted contract, and flown to a remote location far from home, she was bullied into sex acts before rolling cameras, with threats of legal repercussions if she didn’t acquiesce. “I really didn’t feel I was able to say no,” she says.

It’s a common story. The coercion of young women into pornography and prostitution has become an epidemic in Japan, where the fetishization of adolescence is disturbingly common and legal protections for children shockingly lax.

Shihoko Fujiwara, founder of the Lighthouse NGO that helps victims of sex trafficking in Japan, says she took on 103 new cases last year—similar to Aroma’s—on top of the hundreds already on her books. Ten years ago most of those she helped came from abroad, but today the bulk of cases that come before her charity comprise teenage runaways and abuse victims from Japan.

“It’s definitely on the increase,” she says. “We have also seen lots more children victimized in the commercial sex industry come to us for help.”

Although officially illegal, Japan has a booming sex industry due to numerous loopholes. On any night, the streets of Kabukicho, central’s Tokyo’s infamous red light district, teem with girls dressed in school uniforms beckoning bleary-eyed salary men into dingy bars and massage parlors known as joshi kosei, or “high school girl,” businesses.

Japan has some 300 cafes—the ones in Tokyo fill a whole street—where teenage girls in school uniform chat to older men for about $50 per hour (including all the beer you can drink). Men pay to hold hands, go for a walk or even snooze on a girl’s lap. Some then arrange “dates” away from the café. An estimated 5,000 teenagers earn cash this way.

Most shockingly, child pornography, only made illegal in 2014, remains rife. An extensive study found 15% of the male population have viewed child pornography while 10% own it. There is also a booming and perfectly legal trade in “Lolicon”—Lolita themed manga and anime—featuring extreme violence, rape and incest involving children. Sexually suggestive videos known as chaku ero, which don’t show naked genitals, buttocks or breasts, but can feature children as young as six-years-old, remain legal.

There are few laws to protect children. In April, protests erupted in Tokyo after a father walked free after raping his own teenage daughter because she did not put up what the court considered “sufficient resistance.” And while it is illegal for a woman to be paid for sex, “Around 100 pimps are out on the street every night trying to recruit young girls,” says Yumeno Nito, of Tokyo’s Colabo NGO. It’s also legal for a man to solicit customers for a female sex worker.

Every Wednesday, Nito and her volunteers drive a big pink bus to hotspots in central Toyko and set up their mobile Tsubomi Café to help at-risk girls. It offers food, coffee and counseling, as well as condoms, toothbrushes and feminine hygiene products, to girls who would rather hang out on the street than go home.

“We are mainly helping teenage girls who are abused by their parents or don’t fit in at school,” says Nito, who also runs a shelter for runaway youngsters.

It’s an unfortunate fact that the world’s third largest economy struggles to provide adequate social services for young people. Last year, Japan had only 3,250 child welfare workers on the books, but 122,578 reported cases of child abuse. Despite the government’s intention to add another 2,000 welfare professionals, Nito says most resources are spent on services for infants and the very young, meaning teenagers slip through the cracks.

“The government looks at abused girls as lost causes, who can’t join normal society again,” she says.

Other then being approached on the street, young people are commonly groomed online. Often, they are coaxed or coerced into sending nude or compromising photos of themselves to predators, whom then use that material to extort more sordid contacts, beginning a worsening spiral of abuse. An estimated 170,000 junior high and high school girls are engaged in prostitution. Once snared, some actively solicit men online or attempt to earn money by selling nude photos or underwear.

“They feel like they are being empowered by being abused,” says Fujiwara.

Once released onto the web, photos and videos are almost impossible to remove. For a young person to have their molestation constantly shared in the public domain can be devastating. Many suffer for years and feel forced to quit jobs or college.

“Some of them commit suicide,” says Fujiwara.

Aroma spent years trying to expunge films of her abuse from the Internet. “Every time I managed to get a copy taken down another one is loaded up, so eventually I just gave up trying,” she says. The agency she signed with closed down and her abusers are difficult to track down. While her immediate family has been supportive, she says some relatives have broken off all contact, unable to handle the shame.

‘We just don’t have a proper system’

Fujiwara says international pressure is key to fixing the system. The move to finally outlaw child pornography came after concerted pressure, primarily from the Swedish government. A visit from and damning 2016 report by, the U.N. special rapporteur on the sale of children, child prostitution and child pornography, prompted a bill currently under consideration that aims to boost legal safeguards relating to child sex work.

Still, Japanese law says victims of sex trafficking must arrive in Japan from another country, which is at odds with the internationally recognized definition. As such, despite the multitude of cases NGOs like Lighthouse and Colabo see on a daily bases, Japan officially recognized only 25 trafficking cases last year. What’s more, Japan still doesn’t have a dedicated human trafficking law.

“We just don’t have a proper system,” says Fujiwara. “Victims of human trafficking are put into a domestic violence shelter, which is awful.”

With the Olympics arriving in Tokyo next summer, activists hope the world’s gaze will force the government to properly address the issues. Already, pornography has been removed from convenience stores and a new registration criteria introduced for Kabukicho’s seedy establishments. Yet some also fear this is just sweeping the problem under the carpet.

Aroma, for one, has little faith in her government’s desire or wherewithal to tackle the issue. Instead, she uses her Youtube channel to raise awareness of sexual exploitation. She believes the key is on educating young girls about the gap between what they see on TV and life’s cruel reality. Too often, she says, “you think your dream is to be a pop star, but then the situation suddenly turns tragic.”

[its-lifestyle]

For the past 17 years, Agnes Padan, 40, and her husband Lawrence Jayaraj, 50, have been on a mission to demand that the government improve maternal healthcare for women living in the interiors of Sarawak.

Their motivation is personal. In 2002, Agnes’s mother Kam Agong died from postpartum hemorrhage (excessive bleeding) two months after delivering her eighth child, Jordan, at the Lawas District Hospital.

“No woman should have to endure what Kam Agong went through. She was a perfectly healthy woman who, because of the negligence of the doctors who attended to her, bled to death. She was only 44,” says Lawrence.

Like many district hospitals in the state, the hospital in Lawas has been without a gynaecologist, or any specialist, for the past 55 years, denying pregnant mothers access to proper maternal care. Lawas has a population of more than 50,000 and the district hospital also serves the surrounding villages.

In 2004, Agnes and Lawrence sued the hospital, the doctors who attended to Kam and the Government for negligence. They won their medical negligence case in 2008 but it did not bring change or improve maternal healthcare for expectant mothers in the interiors of Sarawak.

Agnes: We want to be the voice of the voiceless and demand our right to better healthcare. Photo: RAJA FAISAL HISHAN/The Star

“Winning the case was a big moment for us. We were devastated by her death and we wanted answers. No lawyer wanted to represent us … most wanted to settle the case out of court because they didn’t think that we could win against the Government.

“But we refused. We wanted the case to be heard and so, we represented ourselves,” shares Agnes, who still gets emotional when talking about what her mother went through.

Although Agnes and Lawrence live in Kuala Lumpur with their four children, they spent months travelling back and forth to Sarawak to build their case.

Adds Lawrence: “When we started probing what happened to her, we found out the extent of the hospital’s negligence and the deplorable care that was given to her. The hospital even forged her consent for a Caesarean birth! How could this have happened?”

Determined not to let Kam’s death amount to naught, the couple then launched the Kam Agong Campaign, to raise awareness about the poor state of healthcare in Sarawak and put pressure on the Malaysia Baharu government for much needed improvements in the health services in the rural areas of Sarawak.

“A new district hospital in Lawas was promised under the Seventh Malaysia Plan (1996-2000). We are now at the 11th Malaysia Plan and the proposed hospital has not been built.

“Till now, pregnant women from remote settlements like Long Semadoh have to travel for five to six hours, depending on weather conditions, in a four-wheel drive to get to the district hospitals. It isn’t cheap and the roads are rough. And when they do get to the district hospital, the standard of care is poor. “Why is this still the case? Why are poor, rural Malaysians still being deprived of proper health services?” asks Lawrence.

Last month, Agnes and Lawrence handed a petition to health minister Dr Dzulkefly Ahmad demanding that the new hospital be built and better services be provided in the state immediately. The minister pledged to look into the matter and Lawrence is hopeful that change may finally reach Sarawak. In February, Works minister Baru Bian too gave an assurance that the federal government was committed to building the Lawas hospital.

Agnes (left) handing of the petition to health minister Datuk Dzulkefly last month. — Photo: Bernama

In the meantime, with a grant from the Freedom Film Festival, the duo produced a documentary titled The Story of Kam Agong to raise awareness about what happened to Kam.

The 30-minute documentary sees Agnes returning to her village of Long Semadoh to try and piece together what happened to her mother.

The story of Kam Agong

Kam Agong lived in Long Semadoh with her husband, Padan Labo and their children. She was known as a quiet and hardworking lady who loved to sing. She and her husband grew padi to earn a modest living for themselves. Their income wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to survive.

Agnes with Kam Agong (right) in front of their home in Long Semadoh. Photos: Agnes Padan

On February 8, 2002, Kam went into labour. She went to the Lawas district hospital to deliver her baby in the evening, accompanied by Padan and Lawrence.

At around 2am the next morning, doctors informed the two men that Kam was experiencing an obstructed delivery and that her baby was in distress. They said they needed to perform a caesarean section on her.

The surgery had complications, the family later discovered, and Kam experienced primary postpartum hemorrhaging – she’d lost almost two litres of blood and was extremely week.

Kam was kept in the hospital for five days and then she was discharged even though, according to Lawrence, she was still extremely weak. Not knowing what else she could do, Kam returned with her infant son to her village about 100km away.

“She accepted the doctor’s decision to discharge her and went home. On March 8, she heard that the doctor who had operated on her was in the village clinic. Kam Agong walked about 1.5 kilometers to the clinic to see the doctor because she was in severe pain and her wounds – she had two incisions made, we don’t know why – were badly infected. Her uterus was also bulky.

“She also told the doctor that she wasn’t able to urinate. The doctor told her that her uterus was bulky because of her age.

“She wasn’t referred to a gynaecologist or even told to go to the district hospital or any of the other bigger hospitals for further treatment. She was just told to go home,” explains Lawrence.

Six days after that, Kam began bleeding profusely at home.

To access medical services, villagers have to travel in four-wheel drive vehicles for five to six hours, depending on weather conditions, on rough roads.

Some villagers scrambled to hire a truck to take her to the hospital in Lawas. Kam survived the journey but at the hospital, they did very little for her, says Lawrence.

“They gave her a pad for the bleeding and admitted her. The doctor administered syncometrin (she was experiencing secondary post-partum hemorrhaging) and sent her home.

Two days later, she was discharged,” related Lawrence.

Even though he has shared the story of Kam many times, he is still visibly upset at how Kam was denied proper care.

Kam went home even though her surgical wounds were still infected and she was running a fever. She returned to her village and a day later, she died. Kam’s death was a shock to the family.

Kam Agong (second fr right, seated) and her family, taken in 1994

“My father was lost. They were very close and had a loving relationship and … he wasn’t in any state to look after Jordon. So Lawrence and I decided to take him with us to KL and we adopted him. At that time, we had two little boys of our own who were one and a half, and three years old.

“We also eventually brought my father and most of my siblings back to KL with us.

“My mother’s death was very hard for us. She was a very loving person. She was very quiet but extremely hard working. She never had any severe sickness just the usual fever now and then. She always kept any hardships she may have faced to herself. She was very strong and she did everything for us. She fought for us, always. She made sure we had enough money to go to school and to be well.

“To be honest, the past 17 years has been a struggle for us. There were times when the electricity in our house was cut because we had no money to pay the bills on time. But we have done well, I think,” says Agnes.

Voice for the voiceless Despite their hardship, Agnes and Lawrence are steadfast in their resolve to bring change for the people living in remote settlements in Sarawak.

“These people don’t earn much and they don’t ask for much. In fact, they accept that life and death are in God’s hands and what happened to my mother and the other women who have died during childbirth as fate.

“But what happened to Kam Agong is not fate. A crime was committed against her and we don’t want other poor families to go through the same fate,” Lawrence says emphatically.

Making the documentary was emotional for Agnes Padan and Jordon, here with their aunt, Saban Palong.

For their documentary, Agnes conducted interviews with Kam’s family and friends in Long Semadoh. There are only about 30 families living in her village. The film is entirely in the native Lun Bawang language, with English subtitles as its purpose is to give a voice to the people of Long Semadoh. Shot in Long Semadoh and Lawas, the documentary gives an idea of the journey that villagers have to go through to access medical services in the town.

Making the documentary was emotional for Agnes who shares that she burst into tears many times when she was listening to the women in her village share about how difficult it was to afford or access medical services for their family or themselves.

“Actually, at first the Lun Bawang community was confused about why we had launched the campaign. For them, we had won the case and so the issue was over. But in the course of making this documentary, I heard so many stories from villagers about how difficult it is for them to access medical healthcare.

For Kam Agong, her children meant everything.

Their stories were heartbreaking. They were talking about survival. I could relate to their stories because I grew up in the same village. I come from a poor family too.

“It is very difficult to earn (a living) in the village. My parents were padi farmers and they would get income from their harvest just twice a year. And they couldn’t earn much because everyone in the village was doing the same thing. So, to earn a little extra, my mother and father used to weave rattan baskets which they would sell for about RM25 to RM30. Income depended on demand and it never exceeded five baskets a month. Some months they didn’t sell a single basket.

“For them to go to the hospital in Lawas, it would cost them about half their monthly earnings, if not more. And that’s why I am doing this. We need to keep talking about what happened to my mother until we see some change in the delivery of healthcare in Lawas and other districts in Sarawak. We also need to raise awareness among the people in Sarawak. Unless there is change, what happened to Kam Agong could happen again,” says Agnes.

View the documentary at https://bit.ly/2EcF83w

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