#Pharmacists Journey

[pollie-pockets]

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[thecryptidart1st]

What gender dysphoria looks like when your bloodwork came back approved to start horomones, but the doctor you saw wasn’t qualified enough to approve testosterone, and then the virtual visit included 15 minutes of waiting to see a doctor who could approve:

[vimdrugs]

Navigate winter travel health with our pharmacy's guide. Top tips and essentials for a healthy and stress-free journey. Plan your winter travel wisely.

Do Read: https://vimdrugs.com/index.php/blog/post/pharmacys-guide-to-winter-travel-health-top-tips-and-essentials

[somecunttookmyurl]

yes exactly. you aren't researching anything. you're being given the information you're not finding it yourself. you're no more "discovering" drug interactions than colombus "discovered" america

if a verbal rundown is something you NEED then you can literally just have someone read the leaflet to you instead. this still is not research.

you can have someone else read it, tell you anything important specifically relevant to you, and have that person keep track of side effects (if reading them is likely to make you spontaneously generate them). this also isn't research.

i swear the attitude some people have towards medication that is then somehow everyone else's fault

"i throw it out like terms and conditions" girl that is a whole drug you are putting in your body not a twitter account

[absolutebl]

This Week(s) in BL - yes yes I KNOW

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Dec 2024 Week 1 & 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

Your Sky (Sun iQIYI) ep 3-4 of 12 - Them on the rooftop together (and cooking) learning how to flirt and be comfortable in each other’s space was so damn darling. Fah is so gentle and so enamored. its just endlessly soft. I love the nickname negotiation. And then next we got an illegally cute date!!!!! Yes this is slow but I don't care.

Love Sick 2024 (Sun iQIYI) ep 12-13 of 15 - I like we get more Phun/Dad conflict backstory in this new version. I'm chronicling my experience with 2024 as compared to 2014 here. (hasn't been updated, I'm struggling here)

Caged Again (Fri Gaga) ep 5-6 of 10 - Family (elder gays) to the rescue is a wonderful trope to see! So rare.

Also a v well done first kiss. 

Not gonna lie, I found the second episode overly weird and rather slow and drawn out. Did not need all the cartoon stuff. Also not really into the penguin outfit thing either. Not cute.

ThamePo Heart that Skips a Beat (Fri YT) ep 1 of 12 - Oh I absolutely adore it but...... it’s slow. But I don’t care because everyone’s so pretty. Po is a bit too much of a pushover for me and his sister (or whatever) is a bit too much of a sasang. So I don’t like that part. Hopefully these flaws will get rectified. But my oh my are they PRETTY.

Did I mention the pretty?

Fourever You (Thurs YT) ep 10-11 of 16 - These episodes were a bit better and I am warming Johan (if not to North). I think my issue with this story arc is I never love a tsundere seme. North's hair was epically bad, like 2008 Japan level terrible.

Hill & Ter’s make out and discovery scene was truly spectacular and very tense.

In ep 11 I got very confused because I thought we already saw the rescue from rape in the street scene? Or am I hallucinating? Anygay, most awkward kabedon ever in a BL.

Good kiss though.

And now we are in a very working girl a relationship. Cool if that's your thing, I guess.

The Heart Killers (Weds Gaga) ep 3 of 12 - I like the Khun Mehhh Boss lady character. I cannot stand the music in this show! Fake metal, fake tattoos, I'm getting Hollyoaks flashbacks. Lap sitting was cute and kink was a nice touch. Not sure about the dance tho. Fight scene was much better. Lots of action this ep. ALL the action really.  

Episode 4, however, I inexplicably couldn’t find. I clearly have to use my old-fashioned VPN work-around. And I don’t have access to that computer right now.

Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT?) ep 6 of 24 - I did really enjoy the twist that the uke character (who is not in love) was more into having sex than seme character (who is in love). That was fun. And quite modern.

I do love them casually just walking around campus in waffle robes. For those who don’t know this is another dig at a BL trope. Frankly, now that there’s a lot more communication (and intentions have been made clear) between the two of them, I’m enjoying their relationship more. I still don't LIKE it. Also the ever present language play is making me happy. For those of you who missed it, the nuance of that krap from a prior perennially rude Arc is basically the equivalent of a semi-sarcastic but also kind of sweet “yes, dear.”

Meanwhile, Sea just popping up out of nowhere made me entirely too happy. I hooted with laughter, it was so ridiculous. Episode 7 I didn't pay much attention because the sound effects were particularly egregious - or was it just me? 

Spare Me Your Mercy (Thurs iQIYI) ep 2-4 of 8 - I went on a journey with this one this week. Ready?

2 - Ooo its very good. I like it a lot. The doc is soooo awkward it's almost believable and yet still sus. Such a great actor. I do keep wondering if they’ve already slept together at some point though. Like they once had a one night stand in college or something.  3 - I did not call the pharmacist and the hospital head kink. Nice twist. I do enjoy how very adult the relationship is between these leads, but I don't get a ton of chemistry. 4 - Well this show turned into something I was not expecting. I thought it was gonna be a sort of mystery but it’s not. It’s more crime thriller is he a serial killer thing. sorry all, but this is too dark for me rn. So I’m giving it a pass until it’s over and others have deemed it safe. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Our Youth AKA Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu (Japan Tues Gaga) ep 5-6 of 11 - Oh it’s the classic flip halfway through so we get the other perspective. I forgot that was coming. Silly me. Anther one for the 2024 sniff test list list. Oh they gave such an achingly sweet sex scene Triggers are rough with this one. We are in for a world of pain. Why am I still watching?

See Your Love (Taiwan Weds Gaga) ep 8 of 13 - gosh they are so sweet. The Daddy/idiot-brat side pairing is epic. Wish they got more screen time.

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 11 of ? - finally stuff happened. 

Love in the Air: Koi no Yokan (Japan Sat Gaga) ep 6-7 of 10 - ugh, they kept the violation of the journal reading bit in the JBL version. It’s really hard to watch no matter what. I actually think the Thai version of that scene was better acted. But ho boy how do I ever like that character?

Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan Tues ????) 11-12 end - Went pretty dark. Both psychologically, emotionally, and physically. I still like how the leads remained loyal and connected to each other though. Nice to see battle husbands again after so long. We don’t get them very often in BL these days. it’s just us against the world is always fun to watch. All that said  there’s quite a bit of chin stroking dialogue that was v on the nose and twee for JBL. Pleasure to see Haruto fight like a man who can actually fight, like the actor had some training or something (no idea if this is true). The final ep was satisfying and all in all, an enjoyable show.

A fun little JBL about a repressed lawyer who partners with (and then falls for) a beautiful street-savvy conman. Charmingly, they both come out the better and stronger for the relationship. The return of battle husbands, this time in the courtroom. Thank you, Japan, we appreciate a look in on an oft forgotten trope. 8/10

Be Moon - Falling for my enemy's son (China YT) movie from HBD Studio airing in short bits - this is another series of shorts that popped up on YouTube. It’s very pulp I not wild about it. Although I do like a lot of the tropes. 

Eyes on You (Hong Kong YT) - trailer, oh it’s mostly incomprehensible and really not good. I'd tell you what it’s about but I have no idea. There seems to be some sort of mystery and some violence and people fighting and a pair of lovers at the center of it who are being reunited. Or something.

It's airing but......

Winter Is Not The Death of Summer (Thai Weds YT) ?? eps - Criminals who meet in prison fall in love. I did find it on YouTube, initially un-subbed, then subs happened by which time I got distracted. The first episode seems to be only six minutes long. It is very pulp. But it is intriguing. For now it's to the wayside until someone tells me it landed safely. Occasionally Thai pulps want to be edgy and it's not a good look on them.

Secret Love (? YT?) 13-?? of 81 eps - I don't know what's going on either.

0.5D (Japan ????) 10 eps - Supposedly started 12/4 I couldn't find it though I'd like to watch. "Sales ace, Sada, has a secret that only his junior, Daiki, knows. He has pretended to have a gf for years, resulting in him being a virgin. But now Sada has fallen in love. Confused, Sada seeks advice from his junior." I sense another queer Cyrano De Bergerac. Info here.

Bad to Bed (Taiwan Sat YT) 10 eps - This is a little too low production value even for me + just very very odd. DNF

It Ended But?

Blue Canvas of Youthful Days (China Sun Viki) paused at eps 9-10 of 12 - I have been told the ending is OK if not great. I’m gonna hold off for a bit.

Bad Guy My Boss (Thai Sun Gaga) 10 eps - I DNF'd at ep 7, did anyone stick with this until the end? Thoughts?

Next Week Looks Like This:

No cal for you. Mine is borked. LIFE. Interfering with my BL. Again.

End of year drops:

12/14 & 12/21 The Renovation (Thai mini One31) 2 eps - Writer turns his blossoming romance with holiday resort owner into a novel.

12/20 Eternal Butler (Taiwan Viki?) 12 eps - When Ever 4, a sophisticated AI robot, becomes the personal butler to Luo Bu Shi, a spoiled yet lonely young heir, an unexpected love story unfolds. (Spin off from the first season, new cast.)

12/29 Sangmin Dinneaw (Thai ????) ??eps - trailer Childhood friends (Thai & Korean) reunite after being apart for ten years. As the boys reconnect, their bond matures and feelings of romance begin to develop, in Thai.

Impression of Youth (Taiwan ????) ??eps - rummors are thsi is supposed to start this month.

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Peak humor. Very good.

STRAIGHT = wrong word

(All Perfect 10)

LOOK AT THAT FACE> GAH. (Fourever)

(2 weeks ago)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

Don't complain you're lucky I got this done at all!

[celestialtarot11]

What are some placements someone may have that point to working in hospitality, travel, and tourism? I’m in this field so I’m very curious! Thank you ☺️

Cancer 10h, cancer moon—A lot of these natives gravitate towards traveling I’ve noticed. Their job may require lengthy times away from home! Someone I knew was a construction worker and traveled by the airport just to get work done. These natives feel comfortable working solo most of the time.

Libra rising/moon—Works with others and can be great at hospitality! Libras can be quite social as well and have a vast network of friends in their job. The type to travel and study abroad!

Taurus moon/Venus—May want to become a pharmacist, nurse, or doctor. Great at studying and teaching information to others. Takes their work seriously, and knows their field will pay off. They themselves may have had health issues and want to help others through theirs.

Saturn 6h, sun 6h, Venus 6h—Takes care of their health and motivates others to do the same. May become influential in social media for their food, gym progress. If not, their studies will take them far in hospitality and may go one to have a masters/PHD. Venus 6h is more likely to work with children. Venus 6h adores travel daily and wants to see different parts of their town/city. May drive around a lot! Sun 6h as well.

Saturn 6h may want to settle down in an area for a while to explore it rather than rushing. Known yo take their journeys slow and may even document it! Can become a vlogger and help to guide others around destinations because of their knowledge.

Moon-saturn asp— can make a native not settle down in one place for too long. Though this issue usually stems from trauma and not feeling safe at home most of the time. These natives can bounce around a lot. These aspects also make an individual adept at understanding patient needs, because they tap into patients instincts and their Saturn aspect can provide structure to patients who need it. More likely to become a social worker.

Sagittarius sun—These natives just have a natural curiosity for the world. They want to know what there is out there than what is around them currently. Thirst for adventure!

Jupiter 1h, moon 1h—Great emotional depth and empathy, able to connect with others with ease. Their ability to sense deeper energies helps them to connect to nature. Because of their need to be alone to recover, these natives can end up traveling a lot in their lifetime.

Leo sun—May love getting out and about. Roadtrips, and may love to take others for adventures too. I can also see Leos connecting with patients in need, specifically children to help them heal. May work in NICU departments with infants, become a pediatrician.

Virgo sun/moon—great with working with their health and may encourage others to do the same. May believe in healing with nature and is more likely to travel to decompress and relax. Tries to encourage holistic treatments! May become a doctor related to the bones, physical therapy. Might become a masseuse.

Moon 12h—can go one to become a doctor, more so in the psychology field but not limited! May be into acupuncture. Their work may require they work far away since the 12h rules distant lands. Learns to embrace solitude through their work.

Pisces—A lot of these natives become a doctor in the sense of spirituality. They may perform reiki to help others, be into astrology, tarot, the occult.

Gemini—Loves to travel and share their knowledge! Similar to 6h placements. They love to be open minded to learning new things including culture and history of the places they go. Their stories are fascinating.

[mohammedimad]

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[honorarysimp]

Epilogue: Heavy with Hoping

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(for those of you who want a happy ending)

Two Years Later

The rhythmic sound of the stock room door's latch clicking behind you fades into a soft hum as fluorescent lights flicker to life. A comforting chill greets your skin, a stark contrast to the summer heat outside.

A sense of familiar ease washes over you as you stride through the rows of shelves, boxes in hand. The motions of restocking the shelves are second nature, like a practiced dance. This is your comfort zone, a place where routine and solitude intersect, a silent sanctuary.

The hum of the lights rises and falls in volume as you make your way through the maze of shelves. The air is cool, and the faint scent of medical supplies lingers, reminiscent of countless hours spent here.

Each item finds its place on the shelf, its label facing outwards for easy recognition. Your fingers dance along the edges of boxes, slipping items into their designated spots with an almost unconscious grace. This is a routine you've repeated countless times, and the comfort it provides is grounding.

The repetitive hum of the stock room is interrupted by a sudden gruff voice that echoes from the open doorway. "Hey, quit taking your time in there! We need to get moving or you’ll be late!"

The bluntness of the voice jolts you out of your routine. You glance at your wristwatch, realizing that you've been lost in your own world of restocking, minutes ticking by without notice.

You roll your eyes, a mix of resignation and amusement tugging at the corners of your lips. The final supplies find their places on the shelf, neatly organized. As you dust off your hands and turn to face your boss, Earl stands there, tapping his foot impatiently.

There's no need to ask if he's ready to leave; his impatient demeanor makes that abundantly clear.

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you boss”.

You can't help but muse about how your boss, Earl, fits the description of an impatient old man perfectly. As you hang up your lab coat, you hear his gruff response.

"If you bothered to fix that damn car of yours, I wouldn't have to play the part of your personal taxi driver."

Earl's bluntness is always to the point, no sugarcoating, even when he knows it’s not your fault why your vehicle is in the state it is.

You trail behind Earl as he leads the way out of the supply room and through the main pharmacy area. As you walk, you offer a half-joking remark, "you know, if you really hated playing taxi driver for me, you wouldn't insist on mentoring me to take over this store someday."

Earl shoots you a sidelong glance, his expression a mix of irritation and amusement.

The fresh summer air contrasts with the coolness of the pharmacy as you step outside, closing the door behind you. Earl trundles to the car, fumbling with his keys as he walks.

Taking the moment to yourself, you lean against the door and reflect on the journey you've shared with Earl. You recall the countless hours working side by side, his gruff but knowledgeable guidance shaping you into a competent pharmacist.

Never did you think you’d end up here, giving out drugs to people to help them rather than an illegal means of surviving.

So what if you don’t have the schooling or degree? You’re probably the most knowledgeable person in a hundred mile radius that’s willing to be underpaid just to stock shelves.

Or at least, that was how it started, and Earl just… started giving you more and more responsibilities. You never questioned it, and he never brought it up, and thus now here you are.

The trust he must have in you to entrust his life's work is not lost on you, and a wave of appreciation washes over you. Not only that, but the simple fact he took a chance with you what feels like just yesterday.

You’ve spent every day since doing everything you could to make sure he wouldn’t regret that decision. It’s turned your life around for the better, and you couldn’t be more grateful for the old grumpy man.

The low rumble of the engine breaks the momentary silence, signaling that it's time to get going. You take a moment to mentally prepare yourself for the storm of nerves and anxiety waiting for you at the engagement party, savoring the few quiet moments while you have them.

Earl's gravelly voice calls out from the driver's seat, a hint of anticipation in his tone, "you all set, or you planning on standing there all night?"

You roll your eyes at Earl's grumbling, a small sigh escaping your lips as you push away from the door. With a determined stride, you make your way to the passenger seat and slip into the car, shutting the door tightly behind you.

As you buckle your seatbelt, you mutter, "let's get this over with, old man."

Earl grips the steering wheel tightly, his eyes fixed on the road as the car begins to move. A few minutes of uncomfortable silence pass by before he finally breaks the ice.

"So, uh... what are you gonna do when we get there? You know... when you see her?" His voice is laced with an awkward gruffness, clearly struggling to breach the topic.

A soft, almost amused laugh escapes your lips as you look over at Earl. Despite his grumpy exterior, there's a glimmer of concern in his eyes. It's moments like this that remind you that beneath all the gruffness, he does care.

"You're actually trying, huh?" You reply, a trace of humor lacing your words, "I guess there's a heart under all that bark after all, old man”.

Earl grumbles under his breath, seemingly uncomfortable with the compliment "yeah, yeah, just answer the damn question”.

The light of the descending sun on the horizon dances across his aged face as he keeps his gaze fixed on the road, waiting for your response.

You take a deep breath, the air in your lungs becoming heavy for a moment as you reflect on the distance that has developed between you and Mabel over the past two years.

The lack of communication, the infrequent phone calls... it's like witnessing a rare astronomical event in your daily life.

The weight of unresolved feelings and words left unsaid sinks in, adding to the anticipation of the reunion ahead.

You give a nonchalant shrug, attempting to conceal the true depth of your emotions. "I've gotten over it," you assure Earl, though your words are tinted with a hint of resignation, “as long as she's happy, I'm happy for her."

It takes a conscious effort to keep the tone of your voice steady and unbothered, as if the matter is trivial. Deep down, however, the wounds of the past still ache, stubbornly refusing to heal completely.

As you sit in the passenger seat, the landscape of memories plays behind your eyes. The day you decided to let Mabel go stands out like a vivid painting in a gallery of recollections. You recall how she walked away, how the mutual understanding between you had made the decision feel almost inevitable.

Both of you had known that your paths were diverging, that the timing was all wrong. The pain of that realization, the weight of those unspoken words, lingers in your chest as the car carries you closer to the engagement party.

Earl brings the car to a halt in front of a familiar house, the neighborhood triggering a wave of nostalgia. He shifts the gear into park and turns to you, the gruffness in his voice softening slightly.

"You want me to come in with you?" He asks, a hint of concern in his tone. His gaze is fixed on your face, assessing what you could be feeling yet reluctant to reveal.

You shake your head, summoning a half-smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. As you open the passenger door, you reassure him briefly, “I’ll stick with Rach and the boys. Just enough time to not seem rude when I leave early”.

Earl nods his understanding, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer. It’s as if he knows the toll this evening might take on you but respects your choice anyway.

Earl fidgets in his seat as you get out, a hint of discomfort on his gruff face. He clears his throat awkwardly and offers a gruff comment, “call me if you need anything”.

You lean in through the roll-down window, mustering another attempt at a reassuring smile. It feels strained, but you hope it communicates the sentiment. “Will do,” you reply, a tinge of resignation in your voice.

You pat the frame of the rolled down window a few times, a silent sign of appreciation for his support, before stepping back from the car. You raise a hand and offer a lighthearted salute as the car pulls away, disappearing down the road.

You take a moment to gather yourself, the silence of the evening sinking in as the taillights fade into the distance.

You stuff your hands into the pockets of your jeans, a subtle protective gesture you’ve always had a bad habit of, maneuvering your way through the open fence gate into the backyard. The sound of laughter and chatter grows more pronounced as you approach, hinting of an animated gathering in progress.

As you step fully into the backyard, you can't help but survey the sea of familiar faces, nodding and responding to the occasional greeting. The scent of the grill wafts towards you, mingling with the sounds of laughter and conversation. It's a familiar scene, but the atmosphere seems different tonight, charged with anticipation, and a hint of melancholy.

You continue to scan the crowd, the flutter of your heart betraying your composure. Internally, you chide yourself for being so apprehensive, but the truth is you're searching for her. Yet, she remains elusive. The unease in your chest intensifies as you fail to spot her among the gathering of familiar faces.

Your eyes land on Nunes, and a genuine smile spreads across your face as you approach him and the lovely woman at his side. The sight of their happiness eases some of the tension in your chest, and you move toward them with a newfound sense of warmth.

As you draw closer, you offer a heartfelt congratulations, “Nunes, you motherfucker! I still can’t get over how great the two of you look together”.

Nunes and his fiancée brighten up as you approach, their faces lighting up with joy. Nunes grins widely and exclaims, "You made it! I didn't think you'd come”.

Without wasting a moment, he clasps your hand and draws you into a quick, warm hug. The familiarity of the greeting is both comforting and bittersweet.

You return the smile apologetically as you pull away from the embrace. "I wouldn't have missed this for the world," you reply sincerely.

His fiancée Jamie, still radiating happiness, steps forward and surprises you with a brief but warm hug. There's a sense of familiarity and acceptance in the gesture, further easing your nerves.

Her cheeks flushed with joy, turns to you and says, "I'm so glad you came. Rachel mentioned earlier that you were coming."

She then playfully smacks Nunes on the arm, likely in response to his light-hearted teasing.

You chuckle and rub the back of your neck, your eyes subconsciously scanning the crowd once more. With a hint of distraction, you offer an absentminded apology, "sorry for being late. I was helping Earl with inventory and stocking the new delivery."

Your focus is torn between the conversation and your search for her presence in the crowd.

Nunes, sensing your distraction and its cause, gently nudges you with his elbow. His expression softens into a sympathetic one, and he utters quietly, "they aren’t here yet."

His tone is laced with understanding, likely sensing your tension and anticipation. The news isn't an unwelcome one, giving you a bit more time to mentally prepare before the inevitable reunion.

You express your gratitude to Nunes with a more genuine smile, and he responds with a reassuring pat on your shoulder.

He and Jamie then move on to chat with other guests of theirs, which you’re happy to exempt out of. Now left alone, you make your way through the crowd, your mind still spinning with thoughts and anticipation.

You're on a mission to find your sister-in-law, Rachel, hoping her and the boys’ grounding presence will help to calm your nerves.

Moving through the throngs of people, you scan the faces, trying to find Rachel. The noise of the gathering seems to fade into the background, replaced by the thrum of your own heartbeat. You're desperate for her comforting presence, a calm in the storm of emotions you're feeling.

Eventually, you spot her near one of the food tables, casually chatting with some mutual friends.

A wave of relief washed over you as you approach, and the moment Rachel spots you, she smiles warmly and politely ends her current conversation. She rises to greet you, wrapping you in a familiar and reassuring hug.

Rachel's arms envelope you in a warm embrace, her presence alone providing a modicum of comfort to your overactive mind. Her smile is genuine as she pulls back, a knowing look in her eyes. "I'm glad you decided to come," she says, her voice a gentle and soothing balm to your anxiety.

You respond with a shrug, your hands instinctively seeking solace in your pockets. However, Rachel catches the action and you quickly cover it, offering a casual excuse, "I wasn't going to miss it."

Her eyes narrow slightly, aware of your nervous gesture. She knows you too well to be fooled by your attempt at nonchalance.

Rachel looks at you for a long moment before saying, "the boys aren't here, by the way. They're staying with their grandma tonight."

Her words hit you like a wave, and your shoulders sag visibly at the news. A mix of disappointment washes over you, leaving you a jumble of emotions.

You pout dramatically, making a sound of mild protest. "Boo, why am I even here then?" you grumble in a playful yet petulant tone.

Rachel laughs and smacks your chest lightly in response, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Stop," she teases, gesturing for you to follow her as she heads towards the keg.

You follow along, Rachel's playful banter helping to elevate your mood. However the habit is hard to shake, and you find yourself subconsciously scanning the crowd again. Your gaze darting from face to face, searching for the one person you're simultaneously wanting and dreading to see.

Your momentary distraction is broken when Rachel suddenly shoves a cup into your hands. A reflexive “shit" escapes your lips as beer foam spills over the rim, splashing your hands. You hiss as the cold liquid dribbles down your fingers.

Rachel continues to serve herself a beer from the tap, her smile full of laughter. She glances at you with a mixture of amusement and sympathy as she questions, "did she not tell you when they were going to be here?"

Her words hang in the air, the implication obvious. She knows you've been waiting for her, and her question gently prods at the delicate nature of the situation.

You switch the cup to your drier hand, shaking off the excess beer from your wet one. In response to Rachel's question, you offer a nonchalant shrug, accompanied by a sarcastic mutter, "what do you think?"

The question is rhetorical, the answer obvious. Mabel's lack of communication in the days leading up to the event is painfully apparent.

Rachel rolls her eyes and lets out a soft huff, her sympathy clear. She knows the strained state of your relationship with Mabel, and her concern for you is palpable. Taking a drink of her beer, she regards you with a firm yet gentle look “you ever going to talk to her about it?"

You remain silent for a beat, sipping your beer. Rachel observes you carefully, her gaze lingering as she continues, "you know she's graduating next week, right?"

You don’t comment on the fact Rachel still keeps tabs on Mabel and how she’s doing.

The mention of Mabel's impending graduation punctuates the tension in the air. There's a loaded pause before you finally respond.

You mutter, "she's mentioned it," your voice tinged with a hint of resignation. Then, the thought of potentially attending the graduation crosses your mind, followed by the uncertainty and doubt, "I don't know if she'll want me there—"

Rachel looks at you with an ‘are you kidding me’ expression, her disbelief obvious. She interrupts you before you can continue your self-deprecating thought.

"Don’t even play with me right now. Seriously?" she inquires incredulously. "Of course she’s going to want you there," her words are firm and confident, as if she can't believe you're even questioning such a thing. Her expression is a mix of disbelief and annoyance, almost insulted on both your behalf.

You can't help but smile, a mixture of bittersweet nostalgia and comfort washing over you. The fact that Rachel still dotes on Mabel after all these years despite everything that's happened, is a bittersweet reminder of the complicated ties that binds you together. It's simultaneously heartwarming and unsettling, the back and forth of the dynamics between you.

About that moment, a voice rings out from the crowd of partygoers, calling out to Rachel. She turns her head in the direction of the voice, her expression conflicted as she glances between you and the person calling out to her.

You take a sip of your beer, offering a reassuring smile and giving a slight tilt of your head, silently telling her to go.

As Rachel backs away, mouthing an apologetic ‘I'm sorry’, you wave your free hand dismissively. She lingers for a moment longer before reluctantly turning to disappear into the crowd.

You shove your free hand into your pocket, subconsciously repeating the nervous habit. Your gaze once again scans the crowd, searching for any familiar faces.

A swear rolls out in a muttered expletive as you start moving through the sea of people. You're determined to find someone, anyone, that you can talk to that’ll keep you occupied.

You force on a few polite conversations, exchanging pleasantries with people you recognize. Your phone feels like a weight in your pocket as you sneak glances at it here and there, hoping for a message that never comes. After about an hour, your social battery starts to drain.

The chatter and forced smiling are becoming harder to maintain, and the waiting game is taking its toll on your patience.

A brief eruption of cheers from your left draws your attention, and your stomach drops as you spot Tom entering the backyard.

And right behind him, Charlie.

The sight of them together has a jolt of adrenaline coursing through your veins, a mixture of nerves and anticipation.

Your breath catches in your chest as you wait for her to follow after, your heart pounding wildly in the silence. A moment passes, then another. She doesn't appear. Confusion and disappointment wash over you, replacing the expectation with a pang of unease.

Where is she?

Your gaze meets Charlie's for the first time in almost two years, and a pang of guilt and regret hits you. Your history together wasn't exactly marked by animosity, you both are civil after everything, but friendship wasn't the most accurate description either. He is dating the one woman who holds your heart, after all.

Your gut clenches, a mix of emotions flooding you as you lock eyes. Time seems to stand still for a brief moment, the weight of the tension hanging between you both.

To your utter surprise, Charlie nods in acknowledgement, his eyes then looking past you as if searching for someone else. The gesture is unexpected, leaving you slightly baffled.

The action leaves you a bit puzzled — perhaps he's searching for someone else, or maybe he doesn't want to engage in a conversation.

You shake off the feeling, watching as Charlie vanishes into the crowd of people. The sudden wave of emotions washes over you, making you feel overwhelmed. You decide to detach yourself from the crowd, taking refuge alone for a moment.

Setting your still-full beer on a nearby table, you quietly slip away, the music and chatter from the party becoming a distant hum behind you.

As you make your way around the house, the sounds of the party fades into the background. The vehicles line the street, and as you reach the front, you find yourself in a familiar place. Your thoughts are consumed by a single, repetitive question.

Why didn’t she show up with Charlie? Where is she?

Your fingers tremble slightly as you retrieve your phone, and your heart thumps wildly in your chest as you locate her contact. The internal debate rages on— do you call her, text her, wait for her to reach out first?

Your heart jolts in your chest as your phone suddenly rings, and a mix of shock and anticipation washes over you. Seeing her name flash on the screen makes your stomach twist in nervous knots— a strange coincidence, as if she knew what you were debating in your mind.

There's a moment of hesitation as you stare at her name on the screen, a battle of hope and fear warring within you.

After what seems like an eternity, you finally swipe the screen to answer the call. Your heart is racing, a million thoughts swirling in your mind as you lift the phone to your ear.

The sound of her voice, her familiar tone, washes over you like a wave. The first words out of her mouth, “took you long enough" ring through the phone, prompting a mixture of relief and disbelief.

A laugh escapes you in response, and almost unknowingly, your gaze begins to sweep the street.

"That's rich, coming from you” you reply, a mix of amusement and annoyance in your tone as you stride across the front yard towards the street. "You're late," you add, the words carrying a hint of tension. Your steps quicken, propelled forward by the mix of emotions that the phone call has set ablaze within you.

The evening air feels charged with anticipation, the sound of crickets and the distant murmur of the party a faint backdrop to the steady thump of your heartbeat. With the phone pressed to your ear, you continue your stride, your gaze still darting around the street, searching for any sign of her.

Her voice over the phone is slightly sardonic, and she responds something along the line “fashionably late, as always.”

You stifle a smile at her cheeky remark, finding it inexplicably endearing. As you step into the middle of the street, the sound of your footsteps on the pavement echoes around you.

You pose the question, curious about her absence alongside Charlie. "So, I noticed you didn't show up with Charlie," you comment, trying to keep your tone casual.

She responds over the phone with a hint of mockery, "Oh, you noticed that, did you?"

A smirk forms on your lips as her sarcastic reply rings out through the phone. Your eyes wander upward, taking in the beauty of the setting sun.

The vibrant colors in the sky momentarily distract you, but her cryptic response snaps you back. You respond with a mix of irritation and curiosity, "don't bullshit me, sunshine. What are you playing at right now?"

Her voice continues on the phone, saying "we have a lot to talk about" at the exact moment you hear a car door open just down the street. Intrigue and curiosity flicker in your eyes as you hear the noise, and without thinking, you pivot your head in its direction.

Your heart skips a beat as your gaze falls upon her, the long-awaited moment finally arriving as you drink in her familiar features.

Those captivating brown eyes and the smile that has haunted your thoughts, it all comes rushing back. She’s as beautiful as ever, and the sight of her makes your breath catch in your chest. It occurs to you then just how much you craved this, how much you missed her.

As the sight of her hits you, your body reacts instinctively— a mixture of relief, excitement, and an overwhelming surge of feelings you couldn’t quite describe washes over you all at once.

Time seems to slow, and for a moment, the world recedes into a blur, leaving you and her alone in this instant. The sound of the party fades, replaced by the rush of your own heartbeat in your ears. It takes every ounce of willpower not to run to her.

Your smile widens as she closes the car door and ends the call simultaneously. The sight of her approach, coupled with the act of hanging up, triggers a powerful mixture of emotions. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest, and you feel an almost magnetic pull towards her. Summoning all your willpower, you begin to close the distance between you two, forcing your feet to move forward.

The setting sun casts a warm glow on her figure, emphasizing her natural beauty. Her hair is pulled back in a messy bun, but even in that casual style, it’s effortlessly perfect. As she approaches, her dimples and freckles stand out against her sunkissed skin, enhancing the natural radiance that seems to emanate from her.

Your arms extend outward, a mixture of disbelief and joy etched onto your face. Your words hold a deeper meaning as you utter "what the hell, dude?"

The phrase carries a heavier weight, beyond just the surprise of her impromptu appearance. It’s a question of all the moments of doubt, the days of missing her, all packed into one bewildered question.

Mabel’s eyes light up with a familiar grin you thought you may never see again, reminiscent of the first time you met years ago.

She almost skips the final few steps before launching herself into your waiting arms. Her legs and arms wrap tightly around you, and you instinctively catch her, holding her close. Being so close to her, feeling her warmth and being surrounded by her scent, stirs up emotions you’d almost forgotten.

Who are you kidding? You couldn’t forget even if you wanted to.

You keep her securely in your hold, spinning around with her in your arms. Her joyous laugh rings out, filling the air and igniting a spark of warmth in your chest.

Holding Mabel like this, you can feel every movement, and it brings back memories of all the times you’ve longed for this closeness. Your chest aches with a mixture of emotions, both bittersweet and exhilarating.

As you slowly set her back down, her hands gradually glide down from around your shoulders and come to rest upon your chest. Her face is flushed, cheeks rosy, and the smile she gives you is significantly softer. Gazing at her, her eyes meet yours, and your heart clenches involuntarily.

Her voice is hushed as she utters a soft "sorry," a simple word carrying an unprecedented amount of unspoken significance.

The memory of all the times you’ve longed for her to come back rushes through your mind, but in this moment, those past years of missed chances and lost contact are suddenly unimportant.

You murmur a response, your voice tender and heartfelt, responding with a simple and honest "me too."

Her lips part slightly as she wets them, a hint of uncertainty in her expression. You can sense her hesitation, struggling to find where to begin. Though amidst her nerves, she surprises even you when the first thing that spills from her lips is, "Charlie dumped me."

The statement takes you off guard, and surprise flashes across your face. Confusion worms its way into your thoughts as you begin to understand why Charlie arrived alone. Trying to make sense of it all, you ask, "wait, what? Why?”

Her fingers absentmindedly fiddle with the fabric of your shirt, an unconscious motion, the touch sending a shiver down your spine. As she speaks, her gaze momentarily averts to the side, her voice far too calm as she reveals, "he broke up with me at the end of my freshman year last year."

The revelation hangs in the air, and your heart sinks upon hearing her words. The fact that she's kept this to herself for an entire year tugs at your emotions.

Why didn’t she tell you?

Your expression softens slightly as you process the information, and you gently urge her to continue with a quiet "why?"

Her hesitation is evident, and you notice her cheeks caving slightly as she chews on the inside of one. She takes a deep breath and starts with, "he was pretty convinced my heart wasn’t in it, that it never would be”.

Mabel’s gaze then meets yours, a quiet determination laced within the myriad of emotions in her eyes. Her voice trembles a little as the final words leave her lips, "he was right."

The weight of her words hangs in the air, and suddenly, everything feels heightened— the sound of your own heartbeat, the feeling of her hands on your chest, the distant background noise— all of it blending into a moment of heightened awareness.

As the pieces fall into place, a sense of both understanding and terror washes over you. Every moment spent apart, every missed opportunity now glaringly obvious.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, your hands moving to cover hers. Your eyes never wavering from hers, a moment of stillness in the midst of it all.

Instead of asking the more important questions, softly, you murmur, "you live, and you’ll say the wrong things… do the wrong things… make so many mistakes, but… people will love you anyways."

Your heart beats furiously in your chest, which you’re sure she can feel under her palm, each word carrying a silent plea for her to understand the depth of your feelings.

The evening air seems to still, a shared moment crackling with intensity as your words linger between you. Your hands encircle hers, a silent reassurance that you are there, that you care. Your eyes locked on hers, searching for any sign that she understood the message behind your words.

Mabel’s eyes, already holding a mix of vulnerability and hopefulness, soften even further as they remain fixed on yours. A flicker of doubt flashes in them, but your words seem to spark some sort of silent realization. A breath catches in her throat, and her gaze trembles with a surge of emotions that she attempts to keep buried.

For a brief moment, you see a hint of understanding, the walls she’d built around her heart slowly beginning to crack. Mabel’s voice is barely a whisper when she finally responds, "I think I was waiting for you, I think I always was”.

Your eyebrows draw together in a slight frown, confusion and surprise lacing your expression. A mix of hope and uncertainty mingles within your mind, and the question escapes your lips.

"What do you mean? Waiting for me for what?" Your voice is softer, a hint of curiosity and bewilderment in your tone.

Your mind struggles to piece together her meaning as she says, "I wanted to finish college first, I didn't want to risk the distance hurting us, now it won’t."

That’s why she didn’t tell you? Or, maybe you should’ve known, but how could you have? Considering how little you two have talked.

The response, classically Mabel, is both perplexing and strangely logical. The reasons she gives make sense, in a roundabout way.

It's a mixture of caution and a desire to find the right timing, and somehow, it resonates with you.

But then the words sink in, rolling around in your mind, and you start to understand. Two years ago, you allowed her to walk away for a reason. You didn’t want to rush things, to risk losing her.

It gave you both the time you needed.

And now, hearing her own reasons, it all clicks into place. She wanted the same thing, to do it right with you. The realization strikes you like a wave, a quiet surge of hope and conviction taking hold in your heart.

Despite the hope and conviction swelling within you, a hint of humor seeps into your voice as you respond, the corners of your lips curled into a smile.

Your voice is soft and bittersweet as you whisper, "that’s selfish."

The words come out slightly broken, tinged with a hint of resignation mixed with affection.

Her laugh, soft and melodic, rings through the air. Her hand rises to gently cup your face, and the slight tremors in her touch send tingles down your spine. As she replies, there's a hint of vulnerability in her voice, but she owns it with a simple admission.

"I know."

The words, spoken with a mixture of acceptance and defiance, hang in the air between you.

Her voice starts to express her apologies, the words of needing you to know and the regret at taking so long flowing out of her. But your hand rises swiftly to cut her off, gently but firmly covering her mouth. The action is instinctive, a silent plea for her to let you speak.

You intercede with a simple, firm response, a playful tone underlying your words as you start with, "don’t."

Before she can say anything more, you give her a playful look, and she instinctively swat your hand away. The gesture is lighthearted, a silent confirmation that she gets it, that she understands not to linger on apologies.

As you continue, your fingers gently brush away strands of hair from her face, a natural gesture betraying your desire to be near her. You casually follow up with “how long will you be in town for?”

The question is laced with a hint of subtle pleading, hoping the answer is not ‘a few hours’ or ‘a few days’.

Mabel’s response hits you like a punch to the gut “just the weekend" she says, and your heart sinks in your chest. A mixture of disappointment and resignation washes over you, the reality of her limited time here settling in. Yet, even as she gives you a somber but knowing smile, you can't help but appreciate her honesty.

Her voice breaks through your thoughts once again, a quiet hope in her question. "I was wondering if I could crash at yours while I’m in town... if that's okay?" Her eyes meet yours, silently pleading for your acceptance.

The request takes you off guard, but only for a moment. Your heart skips a beat, and a smile tugs at the corners of your lips.

This. This is your Mabel. This is who you fell in love with, who you’re still in love with.

In truth, both of you already know the answer before it can even be spoken. The answer is a silent yes, a silent invitation to come closer, to be with you as long as she can, as long as she’s willing to linger.

To stay.

Your hand tentatively reaches out, gently taking hers, and she allows you to clasp it in yours. With a soft tug, you begin leading her back towards the party, your voice breaking through the moment.

"Come on, everyone’s waiting," you say. It's a simple statement, a reminder of reality, but also a silent admission that things may have changed, but life still goes on.

But maybe, just maybe this time, that isn’t a bad thing.

Her laughter rings out, a beautiful and familiar sound, as she easily interlaces her fingers with yours, falling into step beside you. Her voice carries a hint of playfulness as she responds, "can't they wait a little longer?"

The question is light-hearted, a hint of a tease in her tone, and the feeling of her hand in yours sends a jolt of electricity through your veins.

As your gazes meet, a moment of silent understanding passes between the two of you. You can see it in her eyes, a mirror of your own thoughts.

It's almost painful how well you can read each other, how you both just get it, how instinctively you know each other even after so much time has passed. The look, shared silently, says more than words ever could.

Mabel gives your hand the most subtle squeeze, a silent ‘we’re going to be okay’.

There is still so much to talk about, so many things to work out, but at least for now that’s promised. Time has allowed you both to grow, to heal, to find your way back to each other.

But deep down, you knew that was never a doubt, if anything it was merely a matter of time.

So you reply, giving her hand a gentle squeeze that coveys ‘I know’.

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You lay back on a creeper, its metallic frame rolling slightly as you work on the underside of your car. The familiar scent of motor oil and metal fills the open garage, along with the faint sound of the radio playing in the background.

With each movement, you tinker with something, but your focus is split between the task at hand and the subtle but unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching.

Your heart skips a beat as you hear her distinct voice give a soft "hey" just loud enough for you to catch over the music.

Turning your head, you catch a glimpse of her distinct boots at the front of your car, right where your legs stick out. Mabel’s presence alone is enough to make your heart flutter, and a small smile tugs at your lips.

You should hate how easily you’ve gotten accustom to having her around again in such a short amount of time. But you don’t.

You chuckle softly as you feel her boot nudge the creeper just to the side of your thigh. A moment later, the bottom of a beer bottle suddenly appears in your line of vision, hovering just inches off the ground. She knows just how to coax you out, knows just how to get you to take a break.

With a smile, you give in. Grabbing a bottom porting of the car frame and scooting yourself out from underneath it.

As you stand up, your eyes meet Mabel’s, an instant connection sparking between you. The grins that form on both your faces are goofy, but endearing all the same. As you take the beer, you purposefully stand a little too close, the proximity igniting a subtle current of electricity between you two.

You raise the beer in a silent thank you, your gazes locked on hers. She meets your gaze intently as she taps her bottle against yours.

The gesture feels intimate, a quiet agreement that proceeds to hover between you. You both take a long swig from your bottles, the taste of the cold beer mingling with the undeniable tension in the air.

The last two days with Mabel staying at your place have been a mix of familiar comfort and restrained electricity. There's an unspoken agreement between the two of you not to push anything, a mutual understanding that the timing needs to be right.

However, you’re pretty sure you’re both starting to get impatient.

You both navigate around each other, dancing around the lingering feelings and unsaid words as you both relearn one another. Even the most mundane tasks are imbued with a charged energy, a silent acknowledgement of the connection between you.

Every coincidental touch, every glance, carries a weight of unspoken desire and longing.

Mabel breaks the tension by clearing her throat and gesturing towards your work in progress. Her voice is soft, a hint of admiration in her tone as she speaks.

"It's really starting to come together," she says, her gaze taking in the sight of the car.

The break in the tension is subtle, yet palpable, the small act of interest shifting the focus away from the magnetic pull between the two of you, and towards the tangible thing in front of you.

You take a moment to collect yourself, your gaze shifting from her to the car. You nod in agreement, your voice holding a note of determination and acceptance. "It won't be the same," you admit, "but that's alright. It just makes more room for something new."

Mabel looks at you, her perceptive gaze catching the underlying meaning of your words. Her response, delivered casually with a sip of her beer, is playful, yet hinting at a deeper understanding.

"Does this mean I need to invest in another sticker for your dash?" she asks, a smile tugging at her lips. The comment hints at a memory of a time when even a simple sticker held heavy significance between the two of you.

You look at her, sipping your beer before resting it on your tool bench. A subtle smile plays on your lips as you respond, "well, that depends. Are you reclaiming my passenger seat?"

Your voice is light, but there's a hint of challenge in your words. It's a playful jab, a reminder of the space she once occupied in your vehicle, both physically and metaphorically.

She mirrors your action, setting her beer down and crossing her arms, a determined look in her eyes. In response to your question, Her eyes fix on yours, pinning you with a look and her response comes quick and assured, "well, that depends. Are you coming to my graduation next week?"

The question hangs in the air, a challenge wrapped in an invitation. More so, it’s a silent plea for you to be there, to be a part of her milestone moment.

In the past, you might have made her work for it, given her a hard time for not being explicit. But this time, things are different. You know better now, you've changed, improved. The urge to be playful, to tease her, is still there, but you don't act on it.

Only now, you see past your old charade and respond with "Mabel, you already know that I'll be there” your voice is firm, sincere. It's a promise, a silent affirmation of your dedication to being there for her.

That you won’t make the same mistakes.

Her eyes widen, a soft, vulnerable expression flickering across her face. It's a subtle change, a glimpse into the deeper emotions brewing beneath the surface.

You've noticed it happen more and more as you two are reacquainting yourselves with each other, and the sight of it tugs at your heartstrings.

Or just maybe, she’s realizing more and more just how much you’ve changed, how much you’ve grown.

The vulnerability, the honesty in her eyes, speaks volumes silently, echoing the connection that's reforming between you both.

Your response is laced with honesty as you continue, "I'll be honest, I wasn’t sure if you wanted me there, just with how things were before”.

The words are a direct, candid admission of your doubts about your presence at her graduation. You lay bare the uncertainty that has lingered, a reflection of your complicated history.

Your eyes meet in a moment of intense chemistry, her lips parting to reassure you, but before she can utter a word, you jump in to finish your thought.

"That was before," you say, "but now? Not even God himself can keep me from you”.

Your declaration is spoken with an air of finality, an unwavering promise that no force could prevent you from being there for her.

Mabel's emotions get the better of her as she moves closer, her gaze searching yours intently. In a whisper, she utters words you never thought you’d hear come from her mouth: "I consider myself lucky”.

The words hang between you like a tangible thing, the weight of them echoing in the space around you both and wrapping around your heart. The vulnerability in her voice, the sincerity in her eyes, leave no doubt to the depth of her feelings.

Mabel's voice softens further, the intimacy between you growing like a living thing as she speaks. She draws closer, the words falling from her lips like a benediction.

"Somehow, I manage to exist within your time of being. I stand on the same ground as you. I breathe as you breathe."

The rawness in her voice, the intimacy in her gaze, feels almost like a declaration, a confession of her connection to you, woven into the very fabric of time and existence. Every word is filled with a profound and unspoken meaning.

Driven by the intensity of the moment, you make a bold move. Your fingers find the belt loops of her pants, and with a gentle tug, you pull her forward closer to you. Mabel, in response, smoothly steps into the gesture without protest. The action feels natural, like a dance that your bodies can still remember by muscle memory alone.

She looks up at you from under hooded eyes, her gaze heavy with a mixture of emotion. Her hands come to rest gently on your abdomen, the fabric of your motor oil and grease-covered shirt bunching in her grasp.

It's a gesture filled with familiarity, and from the way her fingers clutch the fabric, it becomes apparent that some things haven't changed. The act of touch, of grounding herself to you, feels natural, comfortable.

Mabel's voice is soft as she looks up at you, her hands idly tugging the fabric of your shirt.

In a quiet, vulnerable tone, she asks, "you gonna to stick by me?"

The words hang in the air between you, heavy with the weight of all that's happened and unspoken. It's a question that she's been silently asking all this time, a need for reassurance as she holds your gaze intently.

The question itself is simple, but the weight behind it, the hope and uncertainty, is palpable.

Your fingers involuntarily tighten on her waist, holding her just a little closer. You respond without hesitation, your voice steady "ride or die, right?"

Her lips quirk at the cheesy catchphrase, "ride or die," she repeats regardless, the words carrying a weight you both know all too well. Her hands, still grasping the fabric of your shirt, give a faint tug, pulling you even closer.

Pushing up on her tiptoes, hesitantly grazes her lips against yours, the contact fleeting but electrically charged. Your response is immediate, your lips parting involuntarily, as if they too are responding to the pull of hers.

A rush of thoughts, feelings, and emotions fill your mind– the familiar yet thrilling sensation of her touch, the unexpected tenderness, the connection that still thrums like a heartbeat beneath it all.

She draws out the moment, her lips lingering just millimeters from yours. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she brushes her lips against yours again, a playful comment falling from her lips.

"If you still taste like motor oil," she teases, her voice a low whisper “I’ll fucking kill you”.

You respond with a smirk, leaning in to fill the gap between you. "You never minded it before," you murmur against her lips, your voice rough with suppressed desire. Your response is instant, a retort fueled by the chemistry between you.

The words are a statement, a fact that holds more weight than either of you can acknowledge right now. Before Mabel can respond, you're unable to hold yourself back any longer. You close the remaining gap between you, claiming her lips with yours after so long apart.

Mabel responds without a beat, her fingers burrowing into your hair at the base of your neck as she pulls you down even more. Her kiss is hard and full of an undercurrent of desperation, as if she's been yearning, aching for this moment.

The kiss is filled with a hunger and intensity that speaks volumes of the emotions bubbling just below the surface for you both. It's a kiss that screams of missing you, of needing you.

The kiss is electric, a rush of sensations and emotions that feels like art made flesh. The taste of her, faintly sweet with a hint of beer, reminds you of a summer rain after a hot day. This kiss, this moment, is the culmination of longing and desire, finally merging into something tangible and real.

The softness of her lips, how her teeth graze your bottom lip, the way her tongue invitingly curls into your mouth. The heat of her breath against your skin is a familiar, yet thrilling sensation that feels like home.

This time, you’ll both get it right.

Because a door means nothing, when a person is your home.

And now? You’ve both come home.

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Forgot I didn't post it here but here's the final ref sheet for my Arcane fan character, Jaan. I love her a lot, she deserves real pure love (or to be locked away).

UPDATING HER STORY YEEPEE

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JAAN ⋆ Moodboard

Jaan was a former herbalist in her early thirties working between Piltover and Zaun but who saw her social situation gradually deteriorate when Silco took over the city below. The patients discovered that Jaan was from Zaun and turned their backs on her due to lack of trust and began to spread numerous rumors about her. Her reputation preceding her, her shop was closed and the young apothecary found herself forced to find refuge in the slums of her hometown. Easier said than done, the young woman suffered various forms of violence and treatment that completely broke her. She will then make the desperate choice to join Babette's brothel. The latter welcomed her with kindness despite Zaun's critical situation. Then began Jaan's harsh journey as a prostitute. Several years have passed and Jaan is now one of the most prized courtesans in the house, even bringing some important clients from Piltover. She assists Babette by collecting various compromising informations from all sides and sometimes ruining the lives of the citizens from above and below. Her objective is simple: Make Silco and its collaborators pay for where she is now.

₊‧⁺ Character traits

The former herbalist has changed a lot during these difficult years although she still retains strengths from her past. She has a way with words and has always known how to get out of complex situations thanks to her physical and social charms (and maybe her knowledges in plants, drugs and poisons helped a bit). She is someone who has always been very attentive, which allowed her to best advise patients when she was still working in her pharmacy. Today she listens to the problems of her clients, some lost, others unfaithful or simply megalomaniacs. Despite her attentive ear and her sensitivity to the journey of others, she does not seem to want to share what she feels and seems pretty stolid about her past, her present and her future plans. Jaan no longer trusts anyone and could easily betray those who get in the way.

₊‧⁺ Infos dump

Jaan has no preferences, she woos anyone who piques her interests.

 Between the loss of her shop and the return through Zaun and its twists and turns, the young woman quickly fell into drugs. Her abilities as a pharmacist allow her to improvise her own mixtures with few resources. She has never touched shimmer.

She always seems to have a cigarette in her hand (often held at the end of a cigarette holder).

She knows how to dance and do a bit of pole dancing.

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The Awakening of White Apathy Rewrite // Chapter 1: The March Onwards

Here's chapter 1 of my rewrite!! I'll be making a Wattpad book for this very soon so it'll be easier to find the chapters! Stay tuned for that!!

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An eerie breeze flew gracefully through the air as King Dark Cacao Cookie and his warriors crossed the abnormally calm waters of the Licorice Sea. It was… strange, to say the least. The Licorice Sea was never this quiet… Yet, that was the least of Dark Cacao’s worries. Ever since a strange blizzard hit his kingdom, a horrifying outbreak of a pale ailment torments his faithful subjects, turning them into apathetic, deluded dogs covered in speckled bits of flour. Crumbling away day by day, with no chance of survival… The way his subjects coughed and wheezed out flour… begging for their suffering to end… forgetting their loved ones as strange selfishness took hold of their minds… It was gut-wrenching! Dark Cacao knew he must put a stop to the ailment from spreading any further and once a pharmacist informed him the source was traced back to Beast-Yeast, he knew what he must do. Though… he would rather do it on his own, he knew there was no convincing Caramel Arrow Cookie and the others. 

BUMP! 

The boat came to a sudden stop, causing the group to slightly lose their balance as they looked on with determination burning through their dough… They arrived in Beast-Yeast. Dark Cacao made a swift dismount, his cape flowing grandly behind him with each step he took, as he scanned the area for any hazards up ahead. 

“We’ve finally made it to Beast-Yeast!” exclaimed First Watcher Caramel Arrow Cookie as she climbed out of the boat. 

“But… isn’t it strange?” Inquired the Swift Dark Cacao Warrior, pulling the boat to shore. “I’ve never seen the Licorice Sea so calm! I barely felt a whisper of a breeze!”

“Right?” Remarked the Cautious Dark Cacao Warrior as he brushed himself off. “It almost felt like someone was watching over us…! Like someone expected our arrival…”

Caramel Arrow Cookie’s head darted left and right in worry, soon stopping when her eyes met with Commander Crunchy Chip Cookie, staring down at the slimy Licorice Sea below his feet.

“Crunchy Chip Cookie!” She shouted, “What are you doing?!” 

“Eeugh…” Crunchy Chip Cookie sickly squeaked, “There are a bunch of Licorice Monsters… lurking in the depths of the water! All… curled up and… motionless, yet… their eyes remain unblinking and ALERT!!!” He coughed with a gag, a shiver going up his spine, “AND SOME OF THEM EVEN LOOKED AT ME!!!”

Caramel Arrow chuckled mischievously, crossing her arms with a sly smirk… oh, she knows what’s going on here. She took a step closer to her good friend, her mischievous demeanor still running rampant.

“Are you afraid, Crunchy Chip Cookie?~” She questioned smugly, “This is merely the beginning of our journey, you know!~”

“WHAT?!” Crunchy Chip squawked in denial, “No! I’m not scared! A Commander NEVER gets ‘scared’, Caramel Arrow Cookie! It was just kinda… creepy, that’s all!”

“Heh!” Caramel Arrow scoffed, her smirk growing wider, “Alright, if you say so…~”

Crunchy Chip Cookie’s eyes widened as his face contorted into an offended scowl, his eyes shooting daggers into the watcher’s soul as her smirk grew into a smug grin. 

“YOU LAUGHIN’!?!?” He barked. 

“Nooo! Nooo..!” Caramel Arrow squeaked, trying her hardest to stop herself from laughing. “Of course not!~”

“Silence.” Dark Cacao ordered sternly. The group quickly silenced themselves, approaching their king to hear his commands. The king lifted his hand in the air, moving it in a circular motion. “There is a thick scent of raw flour in the air… Flour fog must be nearby…” 

The Cautious Dark Cacao Warrior raised an eyebrow… that didn’t sound good at all… That fog was ripe with the pale ailment, he was sure of it and there was no way on Earthbread he was going to get infected. He looked to the king and asked;

“Won’t we be infected with the Pale Ailment if we come into contact with the fog, Your Majesty…?” 

“Yes…” Dark Cacao affirmed, “That fog is the same that hit the Dark Cacao Kingdom not too long ago… It is dangerous to continue forward… Only a fool would venture into it without proper protection…”

The Cautious Dark Cacao Warrior sighed, his hand stroking his mustache. It was a good thing he came prepared…! The warrior quickly pulled a bag off of his shoulders and placed it gently on the ground, searching through it persistently. 

“Hey!” Crunchy Chip Cookie looked on with confusion, “What’s the bag about?” 

“It’s a bag I have prepared before our voyage to Beast-Yeast, Commander!” The Cautious Dark Cacao Warrior replied, “It has everything a warrior would need when venturing to an unknown land: Water, Food, First Aid, Compas, a map of Beast-Yeast…!” He sighed as he pulled out a strange tablet, “You never know what will happen, so it’s best to come prepared!” 

“That’s… honestly really smart.” Crunchy Chip Cookie admitted, side-eyeing Caramel Arrow with an accusatory glare, “How come YOU didn’t prepare a bag, First Watcher?~” 

Caramel Arrow Cookie glanced back at the commander with a very unamused look, knowing full well the idea of preparing a bag didn’t cross Crunchy Chip Cookie’s mind either. Crunchy Chip smirked victoriously, looking back at Dark Cacao and the others with a triumphant exhale from his nose. The Cautious Dark Cacao Warrior handed the tablet over to Dark Cacao Cookie to let him examine it. 

“This is a cacao tablet the pharmacists prepared for our voyage.” The warrior explained, “They said it should help keep our heads clear, even through the fog.” 

“Hm…” Dark Cacao grunted in approval, “Very well.” The king broke the tablet apart into smaller pieces for the group to share. “Let us share this tablet.” He declared as he passed out a piece to his warriors. 

The group each took a piece of the tablet, took a bite, and swallowed it… Well, to the best of their ability. Unknown to them, the tablet was the most bitter thing they had ever tasted! It was as if spite had a flavor! The warriors recoiled from the taste as they tried their hardest not to spit it out or vomit!

“EUAAAAAGH!!!” The Swift Dark Cacao Warrior gagged, “SO BITTER!!! What on Earthbread was that thing MADE of?! Disappointment and broken dreams?! Not even the cacao nibs I first ate as a child were this bad!!”

The Cautious Dark Cacao Warrior reluctantly swallowed his piece, beating his chest to make sure it would stay down. “I knew it would be bitter, but, not THIS terrible!” The warrior sighed, “I suppose they had to make it extra bitter so that we’d keep our senses…”

“Eugh…!” Crunchy Chip Cookie nauseously swallowed as he tried his hardest to keep his piece down, “M-Mmmmmm!!” He sickly smiled with a thumbs up, “T-That was so good! Y-you’re all so–HIC!! Weak….!” 

While the boys struggled to keep their pieces in, Caramel Arrow Cookie looked on with worry as the thick flour fog crept closer and closer to their location. They had to get moving, and fast before the fog swallowed them whole. 

“Your Majesty, up ahead!” Caramel Arrow said, her bow pointing toward the fog’s direction as she walked in front of her king, “The white fog is coming right at us like a huge wave!” 

The king looked on as the fog drew closer with each gust of wind. “You are right. We will be swallowed up by the fog at this rate…! Everyone! Stay close together, stay alert, be on your guard, and do not lose your way!” 

“Don’t worry, Your Majesty!” Crunchy Chip boasted confidently, “This’ll be a piece of cake! Nothing my instincts can't guide me through!” 

With pride in each step, Crunchy Chip stood proud and tall in front of the group, which made Caramel Arrow Cookie’s eyes roll to the back of her head. The commander turned around with a confident glimmer in his eye, pointing to himself as he puffed out his chest with conviction. 

“Just follow me!” He declared with an assured smile on his face, “My senses are as good as the Cream Wolves themselves!” The Commander turned back around and marched forward, his self-confidence practically radiating light off of him.

“That cookie is going to get himself lost…” Caramel Arrow sighed, her words hiding under her breath.

꘎♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡꘎

That's it lol. Stay tuned for chapter 2!!

[cranquis]

Your recent reblog made me sad, but also makes a lot of sense. I've been following you since I was in medical school, and I'm now in my fifth year of specialty training (I am not American). I did occasionally wonder why I've been seeing less of the kind of content you used to put out.

All I can say is - thank you for the work you do. I've seen enough online to get an idea of what you must face on a daily basis. I think I'm lucky that somehow, the doctor-patient relationship overall hasn't deteriorated to such an extent where I live (yet at least), but I definitely understand the frustration and despair of trying to communicate with people who aren't coming into the conversation in good faith.

You've always been a kind of role model for me in terms of your passion for your work and your open sharing about your faith. I guess I just wanted to say that I hope you find hope and joy in your work, even if those you serve aren't wise enough to appreciate what you do for them.

Hi, my colleague! Hey first of all, thank you for your kind words of encouragement and affirmation. Negative med-related interactions (online or in person) anymore just roll off me, but the positive ones still give my heart a thrill! :) And congrats on your continued journey down the medical pathway.

Second, I'm glad your message gives me the chance to clarify for all my long-time Cranquis Pants* that I still do enjoy my work. I have been doing the exact same Urgent Care job in the exact same location (with quite a few staff turnovers) ever since I finished residency 17 years ago! I still enjoy the bulk of my patient interactions, I continue to hone my diagnostic skills, I feel very confident in my procedural skills, I have a reputation in our local medical community as a reliable and thorough physician, and I have a loyal group of patients who routinely nag me to "quit urgent care and become a regular doctor so we can be your primary care patients". My staff likes and respects me (despite my best efforts to ruin that on the daily, with my puns etc); I like my staff and appreciate the hard work they do in the face of the same administrative and societal opposition that I encounter; I am not distressed when little kids freak out during physical exams (and my success rate of turning those frowns upside down with playful interactions and silly sound effects is pretty darn good).

I am blessed with amazing work-life balance, more than the majority of Family Medicine-trained physicians I suspect. I carry no pager, I take no call, I leave my work at home when I go home. I know my schedule months in advance, I have a shift template that gives me plenty of week-long stretches off, and I have my Sabbaths 100% free to attend church and spend time with my family. My pay is decent and my benefits are solid, my debts get paid and I have a roof over my head. My kids and wife are happy to see me come home. Personally, I really have nothing to complain about.

But the bloom is off the rose for my profession as a whole. The politics and trends of the US health care system continues to disenfranchise physicians, devaluing the years and $$ invested in becoming physicians, over-valuing patient satisfaction scores and inexpensive labor and glitzy administrative initiatives and staff rumor mills more than evidence-based, experience-driven clinical medicine. The power structure is upside down, as if doctors ought to be automatically doubted and disdained by pharmacists, insurance companies, administrators, patients, and APCs because of their systematic educational journeys and reliance upon scientific evidence.

And one of the saddest results is watching medical professionals turn on each other. The fragmentation and super-specialization of every aspect of medical care creates artificial "us v. them" scenarios; specialists and primary-care battling over who does the paperwork for pre-op visits and FMLA, ER and Urgent Care arguing about how much workup should be undertaken by the UC when the patient is obviously going to need ER management, primary-care so overwhelmed with insurance-required goals that their patients can never get same-day/soon-day appointments, pharmacies so understaffed that it's easier for them to tell the patients that "the doctor never sent the prescription" when in reality ...

I could go on.

I miss the old days (said the geezer on the internet), when I could enthusiastically support a pre-med student's dreams of getting into medical school and "helping people as a doctor someday." Now I wince at the idealism in a high-schooler's eyes, and try to find a nice way to say "there's more options for helping people than just becoming a doctor... be sure you have your motivations straight, because medicine is not what it was even 10 years ago..."

So hope and joy in my career? Hope for the profession of physicians, I have little. But I make the joy in my practice when I can make it, and I only expect to find joy in my non-medical time with family and hobbies and travel and friends and the lifestyle which my medical career still does make more feasible than otherwise.

*Probably not the term historically assigned to "fans of this blog", back when I posted frequently -- it's been a minute -- but if not, SHOOT that was a missed opportunity.

[a-d-nox]

web of wyrd: the career number

the number we are focusing on today is based on the SACRAL PHYSICS NUMBER AND THE FLOW NUMBER (ex: my career number is 7: 8 + 17 = 25 -> 2 + 5 = 7 (recall that numbers must be summed a second time if they total 23 (i.e. 2 + 3 = 5) and above)). for some reason this is a calculation error in my astro-calc chart - my monetary number and relationship numbers are swapped (don't be afraid to question your numbers and check the math of websites).

but what does this number mean?

this number represents your career and monetary situation in this lifetime. that being said, this number can give you insight into what you can do for a career long-term, what you are like at work (your strengths and weaknesses in the workplace), and your monetary mindset.

so let's talk about some examples:

7 - the chariot

click here for the card description of the chariot found in a prior wyrd web post.

for unblocked 7s it is important to maintain focus, have clear intentions, and a plan in their line of work. they often work from the bottom up - they start in an entry level position then come into power (in some theories, the charioteer was both the page of swords and the page of wands before they came into power in the major arcana). often it is their careful planning and plotting that gains them their success.

blocked 7s often lack confidence at work and fear being talked down to / judged for their actions. they often lack focus and direction, which causes them financial stress. they are in need of careful planning and reflection to get out of their burdensome situations. they should try to be less impulsive and more intentional at work and when searching for jobs in order for them to find what works for them.

careers for the charioteer are chauffeur, delivery driving (UPS, amazon delivery, mail, etc), military services, pilot, police men, emergency services (firefighting, EMT, etc), security guard, equestrian, chemist/pharmacist, chef/cook/baker/nutritionist, political diplomat, marine biology, phlebotomist, ship captain, babysitter/nanny, hotel manager, housekeeper, fisherman, fertility specialist, farmer, land baron/baroness, pottery maker, plumber, real estate agent, and other related fields.

14 - temperance

rider-white's temperance (symbolic of sagittarius) depicts an angel facing the view with their eyes shut. their purple-y/red wings emphasizes their passion for the mystical as well as harmony. their golden curls are haloed showing that the angel is an enlightened being. they stand in a white (innocence) robe with one foot on land and the other in water - which shows they are connected to the emotional and the physical world. water seamlessly flows between the cups, meaning to show the flow of energy in life forces. a sun (alludes to the sun card) rises in the distance and illuminates a path for the angel to take. the irises to their [the angel's] right show that they have the wisdom needed to take on whatever gets in their way on this journey.

unblocked 14s seek help from those around them so that they can reach their monetary and career goals. they look for signs as to what they should act upon in their career and as to what they should do for their long-term career. they are flexible at work and are often very even-keeled. they are patient at work and when it comes to making money.

blocked 14s often try very hard at work and to make a lot of money - they can be too hard on themselves and their co-workers. they might struggle with relaxing - they have a lot of monetary stress. they have to realize that being overworked does not mean they are working efficiently/effectively. look at you schedule / your role and try to find ways to slow down so that you can realign with your values and goals.

careers for the angelic temperance person are medical careers (doctor, nurse, etc), pharmacist, scientist, librarian, life insurance agent, marketing/advertisement, air steward/stewardess, attorney, banker, religious leader, teacher, philanthropist, philosopher, publisher, podcaster, radio show host/hostess, writer, and other related fields.

18 - the moon

rider-white's the moon (symbolic of pisces) depicts one wild dog/coyote and one tame dog (the duality of human nature) barking at the moon or rather an eclipse. behind and between the two dogs is a lobster - the lobster is a bottom feeder of sorts, thus could represent the shadow self. the lobster emerges from the water to walk a moonlight/guided path through the mountains similar to how the hermit once walked the mountains - thus alluding to the lobster doing self-discovery / the quartet doing shadow work. first the lobster must walk between the rebuilt towers - likely face personal change.

unblocked 18s embrace their darker selves when in the workplace - they are okay with failing and having weaknesses. they see it as room made to grow/evolve. while they know how to be civil, they also know when to be impulsive and aggressive to get things done. they are open to others ideas - they are open to learning what they perviously didn't know before. they are ambitious and want to go outside the scope of what they are already know. they don't fall for things that sound too good to be true in their financial realm. they are willing to confront why they maybe the ones in their own way of gaining more money, getting a raise, etc.

blocked 18s often refuse to acknowledge that they are in a career that is making them unhappy or is not compatible with their monetary lifestyle. they might be the type to ignore their debts for awhile or to the point where it gets bad and they struggle to catch up / recover. they are also prone to falling for "get rich quick" schemes; they also might struggle with gambling - the might not know how to walk away when they have made money back / are gaining. they hate failing at things or having weaknesses in the workplace. they are prone to staying in a job that is comfortable for them without growing or accepting promotions. don't be afraid to break free.

careers for the moon are night club owner/manager, psychic, doggie daycare center management, dog kennel owner, dog breeder, night club performer, professional water sport athlete, alcohol vender, sommelier, marine biology, art therapist, artist, bartender, mental health professional, chemical engineer, detective, drug manufacturer, life guard, prison guard, private investigator, relief worker, writer, and other related fields.

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[vimdrugs]

Pharmacy's Guide to Winter Travel Health: Top Tips and Essentials!

Considering traveling during the winter? Regardless of whether you're traveling to a chilly or snowy region, your health should come first. We'll give you professional pharmaceutical advice for winter travel in our extensive guide, so you can travel worry-free and stay well.

Let's talk about some important statistics first, then go over the best advice for traveling in the winter: -

The papers state that increased respiratory fluid loss in cold conditions might lead to dehydration.

The World Health Organization states that those who live at heights higher than 8,000 feet may experience health problems due to altitude.

The American Lung Association has noted that respiratory discomfort during the winter might be caused by dry indoor air.

Pharmacy Tips for Traveling in the Cold! Top Tips!

With the fresh, energizing air and snow-covered sceneries, winter travel may be fascinating. But there are certain health risks associated with the cold weather as well. Here are our best pharmaceutical suggestions for traveling in cold weather to make sure your winter travels are not only pleasurable but also health-conscious.

Make Smart Bundles

It's cold enough to wear more than a bulky coat. Choosing your layers carefully is essential when dealing with chilly temperatures. To keep your feet warm and dry, start with thermal clothing that is near to your body, layer on insulated coats for extra warmth, and don't forget to wear waterproof boots.

Hydrate yourself thoroughly

You are nevertheless susceptible to dehydration in colder climates. In fact, the cold can actually conceal the symptoms of dehydration, which makes it much more important to be cautious. Make sure you consume enough liquids, even warm ones, to keep your body properly hydrated and operating at its best.

Boost Your Defenses

In colder climates, strengthening your immune system becomes essential. Increase your body's defenses by including foods high in vitamins in your diet. If you want to give your immune system an extra push against wintertime illnesses, think about taking supplements like zinc and vitamin C that are recommended by pharmacists.

Stay Active Indoors

When outdoor activities are limited due to harsh weather conditions, it's essential to find ways to stay active indoors. Engage in exercises that keep your body moving, promoting circulation and overall health. This is particularly crucial during winter travel to counterbalance potential sedentary periods.

Protect Your Skin

Your skin may not be nice to the cold. Applying lip balms and moisturizers consistently will help prevent chapping and dryness. Despite the harsh weather, you can keep your skin healthy and avoid irritation with this easy skincare routine.

Recognize Your Drugs

When using prescription drugs, careful preparation is essential. Make sure you have enough to last the whole time you're traveling. Speak with your pharmacist about the right amount to take along with advice on how to store medications properly for travel so that their effectiveness is maintained.

Make a Plan for Altitude Adjustments

Altitude variations are common in winter places, and these might have an adverse effect on your health. Know about possible side effects, like altitude sickness, and talk to your pharmacist about preventative measures. They can offer customized guidance to guarantee a seamless transition to different elevations.

Make a First Aid Kit for Travel.

Unexpected minor health problems can happen, therefore it's best to be ready for them. A complete first aid bag should include bandages, painkillers, and other personal prescriptions you may require. This proactive strategy guarantees that you can quickly handle minor health issues.

Be Mindful of Winter Allergies

Cold climates can trigger allergies that may catch you off guard. Consult with your pharmacist beforehand to identify suitable antihistamines and allergy relief medications. Being proactive can prevent allergies from dampening your winter travel experience.

Prioritize Sleep

Traveling itself can disrupt your sleep patterns, and the cold may exacerbate this challenge. Create a restful environment wherever you go, and prioritize getting adequate sleep. Quality rest contributes significantly to your overall well-being, ensuring you're ready to embrace each day of your winter journey.

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[maream2636]

Hello everyone, how are you? I want to discuss a topic with you..

Since I was a child, I aspired to do a lot and I used to escape from reality by imagining the future of a proud, intelligent, beautiful girl who had everything. This was beautiful and comfortable compared to my toxic home at that time.

I wanted to grow up fast because I thought this was a solution to be hit by reality with expectations, grades, money, restrictions and hopes. I just didn't think about these things.

It was a difficult situation with my negative mindset and low confidence. It caused me a lot of physical pain and what hurt me the most was my unrealistic expectations.

I thought this was pain part of the journey. They always say the road is rough, right? But no, this is not the kind of pain that was meant. It is not the pain that makes you want to die and end it all. It is not the pain that makes you wonder what the point of doing is. It is the pain that pushes you to do more and improve yourself and shows you how much you have accomplished. And most importantly, psychologically, you are happy.

When I failed to enter medicine and entered pharmacy instead, I found myself in a reality and a place that was not what I had planned for, what I wanted, and what I had dreamed of throughout my childhood. I was shocked and hurt and wondered why I always ended up in a place and with people that were the opposite of what I wanted?

Do you know what's funny? I wanted medicine because it was guaranteed, not because I loved it. It was a better choice for the life I wanted so badly. But after my castle was destroyed, I found myself in front of a vast, bare land. For the first time, I asked myself who I was, and I found myself shamefully hollow inside.

I wanted to heal my painful reality with what people call passion. I wanted this.

The passion that makes your life meaningful, colorful, purposeful, fulfilled, inner peace and a better vision for yourself. So I started looking for my passion that will save me from my misery. I tried writing, drawing, cooking, singing, speaking, being a web page owner, programming and many other things. I watched a lot to know what my passion is. I was desperate to know it.

You may wonder why you are so desperate to know? Because I don't know who I am without a goal because I don't want a life drawn for me by others because of my ignorance of myself. I want to be the master of my story and the captain of my ship. Without a goal, you are just waiting for death or a day that is a little different from the rest of the days of the year.

So I kept searching until a video appeared saying what are your values? Write down 30 important values in your life and then click on five values and here you will know who you are and what suits you according to your values and I knew that my values are freedom, influence, giving, money and peace and I sat thinking what might apply to these values

In the end, I discovered that the most important thing for me is helping others. It makes me feel proud of myself and comfortable when I see people better off. This is really important to me. Looking back at my childhood, I always wanted to improve the situation of the country for the sake of people. I always wanted to give money. I always had in my head that I am a hero who saves children. I always feel proud when I see people doing that. I always think of ways to make people live in better homes and better jobs. But life, people, and the Internet make money and a job more important than your soul. Here, I was slapped with the fact that a pharmacist can do that. There are about ten specialties in pharmacy. I found that clinical pharmacy is direct assistance to a patient, and the rest of my values apply to it.

I found myself and I knew why it took so long. I had prioritized money and fame, but when I prioritized my comfort and my mind, things changed a lot and I felt much better about myself! What good was money if I was going to keep feeling this way?

After searching for a year, the answer was what was in front of me and what I wanted to escape from through my passion, only to discover that it was what I was searching for from the beginning. I changed my mentality, contemplated myself, and found answers... So, what is your passion?

[minaakirarikou]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚Baizhu X Isekai'd Doctor reader⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

Genre: Smut⚠️ minors DNI, Vulgar languages

Fanfiction: baizhu x reader, Isekai'd Doctor reader, Fem! Reader

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

In your previous life, you thrived as a successful doctor. Unexpectedly, fate intervened, transporting you into the world of your favorite game, 'Genshin Impact,' specifically in the City of contracts, Liyue. Armed with your knowledge from the past, you embarked on a solo journey, crafting your own house and utilizing your modern-world medical skills to make medicine.

Word of your extraordinary healing abilities quickly spread throughout Liyue like wildfire. Baizhu, intrigued by the rumors, sought to meet and discuss the remarkable medicines you were producing. Over time, what began as a professional partnership with the pharmacist evolved into a deep connection, and now you both share a romantic bond...

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

"Hah... Baizhu~ please.. That's.. enough"

Panting in bed, you're bewildered by the sudden change in Baizhu's demeanor, oblivious to the existence of a discreet sex toy market in Liyue. The unexpected turn of events leaves you questioning the nature of your encounter.

"hush now love...it's only the start~"

As Baizhu says that in a sly tone of voice, also while using a G-Spot Masturbation Massager on to your Cunt. Feeling the pleasure from his domestic acts, you feel like you're Coming close.

You felt hot, your cheeks are red and your Half naked too, the massager is making you tingle, you Hold baizhu's hand and also feeling needy for him

"Fuck...– Im close baizhu.."

As You said in a tremendous voice feeling the Massager in your G-stop, Soon later you Let out your pre-Cum Right away. baizhu turns Off the Massager and Gave you A Kiss on the forehead, Gazing at your pre-fucked face, he smirk and pin your hands on top of you.

"Sweetheart, This is just the start~"

Baizhu began to Remove his clothes to top to bottom, You realize that his Cock is 9 inches Long enough to break someone's mind easily when Making out.

Baizhu slides His Cock into your Cunt making you whimper and whine in pleasure, in the past you always Having wet dreams of baizhu Fucking you but now...fate seems to like to get what you wanted.

But you what really caught off guard is that his Thrust Were Faster than you expected, you became a Moaning mess, No you just Became very much more likely to be needy.

Baizhu fucks you into overstimulation, marking your insides with an immense amount of precum that eases the slide of his cock in and out your sobbing pussy, feet firmly planted on each side of your hips to reach as deep as possible, it aches, burns but he can’t and won’t stop. You can even see the buldge on your stomach

You were moaning and screaming of the rest of the Night, Until it resulted into a five Hour Riding and Overstimulation and you were orgasming yourself. The Semen Of baizhu is inside of your clit, both of you Were panting after thrusting but Soon baizhu kisses you on the head and cleans you

"That's my good girl~.."

[excalumbras]

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Ahmed abu saada (https://www.gofundme.com/f/bthq7-support-ahmeds-familys-journey-to-safety?lang=en_US&utm_campaign=fp_sharesheet&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link)

Mohammed alanqar (https://www.gofundme.com/f/wyuehr-trapped-family-in-gaza-appeals-for-help-to-survive)

Ahmed & his family (https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-ahmed-and-his-family-survive-in-gaza-crisis)

Najwa khaled (https://gofund.me/56b5a76a)

Ghazi alamoudi (https://gofund.me/3649a61d)

Fayya & her family (https://gofund.me/a62a60fe)

Mahmoud & his family (https://gofund.me/463cbf01)

Haneen albrqouni (https://gofund.me/b7fccc00)

Marwa nasla (https://gofund.me/8bd7a599)

Ali & his family (https://www.gofundme.com/f/t2du3-helping-my-family-get-out-of-gaza)

Mahmoud kullab (https://gofund.me/1fb78602)

Mohammed ayyad (https://www.gofundme.com/f/r8kj4-help-me-get-food-water-and-medicine-for-my-little-kids?utm_campaign=man_ss_icons&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link&attribution_id=sl%3Ad104c0a6-0a54-41b8-89cf-d7fad69df06a)

Mohammed wael (https://chuffed.org/project/together-for-mohammed)

Rana & her family (https://www.gofundme.com/f/donate-to-help-rebuild-home-education-centers)

Siraj & his family (https://chuffed.org/project/121006-save-sirajs-family-from-the-threat-of-the-gaza-genocide-war)

Sahar (https://www.gofundme.com/f/rebuilding-hope-a-pharmacists-plea-for-support?attribution_id=sl:4a276b27-91ad-4646-bccd-9a6472b3f1ec)

Massa & her family (https://gofund.me/ff2c95cd)

Mosab & his family (https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-me-saving-whos-left-of-my-family?attribution_id=sl:4c86e07a-9415-4975-bb28-2fa2f8eb6212&utm_campaign=man_ss_icons&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link)

Mahmoud & his family (https://chuffed.org/project/mahmoud-and-his-family-evacuate)

Haifa homeid (https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-haifa-and-her-children-rebuild-their-lives?utm_campaign=fp_sharesheet&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link&fbclid=PAY2xjawH14AhleHRuA2FlbQIxMAABpjR3NBwK8-mydj14NST95ZkPaYSNMWRSV_A6Me_YkN8GjnJBTJk09-UP8g_aem_i-HP9OWg_7DP5aYARcRIxA)

Ahmed ziad’s family (https://gofund.me/db895775)

Mohammed hamdi (https://gofund.me/50a9682b)

Hamdi’s family (https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-hamdi-and-his-family-get-out-of-gaza?attribution_id=sl:8fce10ed-c132-47f3-9091-9f0541907b08)

Heba al-dahdouh (https://gofund.me/d36bfdc0)

Mahmoud & diana (https://gofund.me/646c60b6)

Ahmed abuowda (https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-gazan-family-to-rebuild-their-life-in-egypt?utm_campaign=fp_sharesheet&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=messenger&attribution_id=sl%3Aad2a6d77-beba-464c-9999-99d594f967f7)

Ahmed jebril (https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-ahmed-continue-his-education-and-support-his-family?attribution_id=sl:52908d9e-56f7-4263-82dd-21cb2b21c71c&utm_campaign=natman_sharesheet_dash&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link)

Etaf alqatta (https://gofund.me/600330a0)

Shareef’s family (https://www.gofundme.com/f/donate-to-save-my-innocent-children)