#Transition Care Centres

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How Transition Care Centres in Bangalore are Revolutionizing Recovery?

Recovery after a hospital stay or surgery is a crucial phase that demands specialized care and attention. In Bangalore, Transition Care Centres have emerged as a game-changer in this domain, offering a unique and comprehensive approach to post-hospitalization recovery. These centres are revolutionizing the recovery process by providing a bridge between hospital care and home, ensuring patients receive the support they need to regain their health and independence. In this blog, we will delve into the key aspects of Transition Care Centres in Bangalore and explore how they are transforming the healthcare landscape.

1. Personalized Care Plans for Optimal Recovery

One core element that sets Transition Care Centres apart is their focus on personalised care plans. Each patient's journey is unique, and these centres tailor their services to meet individual needs. A team of healthcare professionals, including doctors, nurses, physiotherapists, and dietitians, collaborate to design a comprehensive care plan for every resident. This individualized approach ensures that patients receive the specific treatments, therapies, and attention required for their speedy recovery.

2. State-of-the-Art Facilities and Equipment

Transition Care Centres in Bangalore boast state-of-the-art facilities and advanced medical equipment. From well-equipped physiotherapy units to modern rehabilitation spaces, these centres offer a conducive environment for patients to regain their strength and mobility. Cutting-edge technology aids in precise monitoring and tracking of patients' progress, enabling healthcare professionals to adjust care plans as needed for optimal outcomes.

3. Skilled and Compassionate Healthcare Professionals

The success of Transition Care Centres largely hinges on the expertise and compassion of their healthcare professionals. In Bangalore's leading centres, the staff is meticulously selected, ensuring that they possess the necessary skills and experience to handle various medical conditions and post-surgery care. Moreover, they exhibit genuine empathy, providing emotional support to patients during their recovery journey, and instilling confidence and positivity.

4. Comprehensive Rehabilitation Programs

Recovery is not just about healing the physical body; it also involves nurturing mental and emotional well-being. Transition Care Centres offer comprehensive rehabilitation programs that encompass physiotherapy, occupational therapy, speech therapy, and mental health support. These holistic programs address various aspects of recovery, fostering independence and helping patients regain their quality of life.

5. Safe and Hygienic Environment

The environment plays a vital role in recovery, especially for individuals with weakened immune systems. Transition Care Centres prioritize hygiene and safety protocols, maintaining clean and sanitized spaces to prevent infections and ensure the well-being of residents. This focus on safety instils confidence in patients and their families, allowing them to focus solely on the recovery process.

6. Nutritious and Customized Diet Plans

Proper nutrition is essential for healing and rebuilding the body. One of the benefits of transition care in Bangalore is they provide nutritious and customized diet plans to suit each patient's specific dietary requirements. Dietitians work closely with patients to develop meal plans that aid recovery, promote healthy eating habits, and cater to any medical restrictions or conditions.

7. Social Engagement and Emotional Support

Recovery can be a challenging time, both physically and emotionally. Transition Care Centres acknowledge the significance of social engagement and emotional support in the healing process. They organize various activities, group therapies, and interactions to keep residents socially engaged, fostering a sense of community and belonging. The emotional support provided by staff and fellow residents contributes significantly to patients' overall well-being.

8. Smooth Transition to Home Care

As the name suggests, Transition Care facilities act as a bridge between hospital care and home. Once patients' health reaches a stable point, the centres facilitate a smooth transition to home care. Discharge planning is meticulously executed to ensure patients have the necessary support, medications, and follow-up appointments in place. This seamless transition allows patients to continue their recovery journey comfortably in their familiar environment.

9. Quality Time for Family Involvement

During hospital stays, family members often find it challenging to dedicate quality time to support their loved one's recovery. Transition Care Centres provide an opportunity for family involvement in the recovery process. With round-the-clock care and support from healthcare professionals, family members can actively participate in therapies and exercises, strengthening the bond between patients and their loved ones.

10. Transforming Recovery and Healthcare Landscape

Transition Care Centres in Bangalore have emerged as a transformative force in the healthcare landscape, redefining the concept of recovery after hospitalization. Their comprehensive and patient-centric approach has shown remarkable results in improving outcomes and speeding up recovery times. By addressing individual needs and fostering an environment of compassion and support, these centres play a vital role in helping patients regain their independence and lead fulfilling lives post-recovery.

Conclusion 

Transition Care Centres in Bangalore are revolutionizing the recovery process, offering a lifeline to patients as they transition from hospital to home. With personalized care, cutting-edge facilities, and skilled healthcare professionals, these centres provide the perfect setting for patients to heal and regain their strength. As the demand for high-quality post-hospitalization care increases, the impact of transition care for the elderly will continue to be felt across the healthcare landscape, setting new benchmarks in recovery and wellness.

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The Best News of Last Month

Sorry for being not active this month as I had some health problems. I'll start posting weekly now :) Meanwhile here's some good from last month

1. Widow donates $1 billion to medical school, giving free tuition forever

Ruth Gottesman surprised by her late husband's $1 billion in Berkshire stock, decides to donate it in full to the Albert Einstein College of Medicine in the Bronx, New York City's poorest borough. The donation is intended to cover students' tuition indefinitely, ensuring access to medical education for generations.

A video capturing students' emotional reactions to the news, cheering and crying, circulated after the announcement, highlighting the profound impact of the donation on the medical school community.

2. Electric school buses outperform diesel in extreme cold

In Colorado's West Grand School District, electric school buses outperformed their diesel counterparts, particularly in the bitterly cold temperatures of towns like Kremmling, where morning temperatures can drop below -30 degrees Fahrenheit. Despite common concerns about reduced range in extreme weather, the electric buses maintained their battery charge even in these frigid conditions, providing reliable transportation for students.

This success has been welcomed by the school district, as diesel vehicles also face challenges in starting in Colorado's harsh winter weather.

3. Christian Bale unveils plans to build 12 foster homes in California

Christian Bale has led a tour round the new village in California where he plans to build 12 foster homes, as well as two studio flats to help children transition into independent living, and a 7,000 sq ft community centre.

The actor has spearheaded the building of a unique complex of facilities with the aim of keeping siblings in the foster care system together, and ideally under the same roof.

4. Average lifespan of a person with Down syndrome has increased from 25 years in 1983 to 60 years today

Today the average lifespan of a person with Down syndrome is approximately 60 years.

As recently as 1983, the average lifespan of a person with Down syndrome was 25 years. The dramatic increase to 60 years is largely due to the end of the inhumane practice of institutionalizing people with Down syndrome.

5. Greece legalises same-sex marriage

Greece has become the first Christian Orthodox-majority country to legalise same-sex marriage. Same-sex couples will now also be legally allowed to adopt children after Thursday's 176-76 vote in parliament.

Prime Minister Kyriakos Mitsotakis said the new law would "boldly abolish a serious inequality".

6. Massachusetts police K9 tracks scent for over 2 miles to find missing 12-year-old in freezing cold

A Massachusetts police K9 followed her nose to help find a 12-year-old who went missing in frigid temperatures last week, tracking the child’s scent for over two miles, authorities said.

K9 Biza, a female German shepherd, was called on to help after officers learned the child left their home at around 10:30 p.m. Wednesday and was last seen in the Pakachoag Hill area of Auburn, the Auburn Police Department said.

7. Good News for the Socially Anxious: People Like You a Lot More Than You Think They Do, New Research Confirms

The "Lake Wobegon effect" or "illusory superiority" phenomenon highlights people's tendency to overestimate their abilities, but recent research suggests that in social interactions, individuals often underestimate their likability and charm.

Studies indicate that people consistently fail to recognize signals of others' liking toward them, leading to a "liking gap" where individuals believe they are less likable than they actually are.

Techniques such as focusing more on others during conversations and genuinely expressing interest in them can help alleviate social anxiety by shifting the focus away from self-criticism. Ultimately, understanding that others may also experience similar anxieties can lead to a more relaxed and enjoyable social experience.

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[eggy-the-boy]

I want to medically transitions so much it kills me sometimes but I’m worried about coming out to my massive workplace and all the annoying stuff that can come with it. 

However I now have the opportunity to do the funniest thing possible which is to transition and not tell anyone. 80 yr old patients are gonna be walking in and over time I’m slowly developing a beard, deep voice and my tits are nuked off my chest. Hmmmmmm lots to think about. 

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Good evening lovely! You better believe I’m back with more Carlos asks. Could I request a Carlos x driver!reader where they’re just two peas in a pod until Carlos sees her in a dress for the first time and is like oh shit?? I am in love??? If you feel :) hope you’re well, your writing is beautiful as always

Just Friends - Carlos Sainz

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"Hey midget, how you feeling?" Carlos asked, walking into the medical center and locating where you were sat. "A bit sore, but I'll be fine," you told him. You had spun out pretty badly in FP2, but you were fine.

"Good, good. You still up for the gala tonight?" he asked, hoping you'd say you weren't going. It would give him an excuse not to go too, and he really didn't want to. He always found these events boring.

"Yeah, of course. I'm not missing my first gala," you laughed, knowing he didn't want to go. You were quite excited though, because you'd get to show a classier, more elegant side of you that people didn't get to see. 

"There's a lot of people outside asking to see you. The interviewers want to make sure you're not dead," he laughed, offering a hand to help you off of your chair. The doctor had said you were free to go, but you just had to take it easy and you weren't driving in FP3 tomorrow.

"You make it sound like they actually care about me," you scoffed, leaning into him as you slowly made your way out of the medical centre. The minute you stepped out of the door, you were bombarded with cameras and questions. 

"Y/N! What happened?" one of them yelled as numerous microphones were shoved in your face. "I locked up the rears and spun out, it happens," you shrugged, not wanting to give them anything they could make a story out of. 

"Y/N, are you alright? Can you still race on Sunday?" another one collared as flashes emerged from the back of the crowd. "I won't be driving in FP3, but I'll be in qualifying and the race, just like normal. The car just has front wing damage, so it's all good," you smiled, and you were already bored of being interviewed.

"Thank you," you said, pushing past the crowd and out to the paddock. "I need a coffee," you sighed, and Carlos just chuckled as you hobbled over to the Ferrari motorhome. Flopping down on the couch, personnel came to ask how you were feeling and you were glad to tell them you would be fine. 

"Carlos, go get me a coffee!" You ordered, pointing towards the kitchen. Carlos just scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, sitting down beside you. "No," he flatly declined, running his hands through his hair. 

"Carlos, please," you whined, not wanting to move because of how sore everything felt. 

"Get your own coffee, you might be sore, but you're not useless. Well, you're not completely useless," he chuckled. 

"Ugh, you're the worst friend I could ever have," you told him, pulling yourself slowly off the couch as he laughed at your struggle. 

"Aw, you love me really," he teased, watching as you hobbled over to the kitchen. "Get me one too, yeah?" he asked, and nearly cackled when he heard a 'Fuck off!' come from the kitchen. As you made your coffee, you thought about how much you valued the friendship between you and Carlos. 

He had made the transition into driving for one of the top teams easy, and he was a great role-model for you. You'd never forget how much he had helped you, but you'd never tell him how much he really meant to you. His ego was way too big for that. 

Finally, you had your precious coffee in hand as you spotted Carlos still sat on the couch. "Oh thanks, midget, you're too kind," he said, holding his hand out for you to put the mug in. "Absolutely not, I made this for myself," you said, wobbling back onto the seat.

"No really, you shouldn't have," he continued, taking the mug off you. You're limbs were aching too much to fight back, and you had to watch as Carlos took a big swig of your coffee. "You're a bitch," you playfully spat, whacking him in the arm with all the strength you had left. 

"No, you're a bitch," he jibed, jabbing you in the ribs. It was supposed to be a well-spirited gesture, but it just sent spikes of pain shooting through you. "Carlos, stop it," you told him through gritted teeth, pushing his hand away.

"Shit, sorry, I completely forgot. Are you alright?" he asked, his joking manner completely falling and he became the caring Carlos you got to see every now and then. "Yeah, yeah, just don't do it again. And give me my coffee," you told him, straightening up. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Here," he apologised again, handing you your coffee mug. He felt really bad, even though it was an accident. It was meant in good fun, but he'd hurt you, and he never liked seeing people he cared about in pain.

You finished off your coffee, and slowly tried to stand up as someone was ready to take you back to the hotel. "Hey, take it slow," he said, wrapping an arm around your waist and helping you up. "Thanks," you smiled, walking out of the building as he helped you. 

He took you all the way over to the car, and he heard you wince in pain as you tried clamber in. "Midget, take it easy, I've got you," he affectionately said, lifting you and putting you in the car so you wouldn't have to move all that much.

"Thanks Carlos, I'll see you later," you said, moving your arms out of his way as he leant over you and clicked your seatbelt in place. "No worries, who else likes you enough to look after you?" he teased, still making fun of you, even when he was being nice.

"Funny, Carlos. Real funny," you laughed, closing the door and waving him goodbye as you drove away. He may have teased you, but he really did care about you.

Being around the paddock wasn't all that fun when you weren't there to mess around with, so Carlos just had to keep himself busy until it was his turn to go home. All he could do was go and pester Lando, since he was one of the only other fun people left around.

Meanwhile, you were slowly hobbling up to your hotel room, which happened to be on one of the top floors. Typical. But once you got into your room, you told yourself you weren't allowed to lie on the bed. If you did, there was no chance you had the strength or willpower to get back up.

You figured a shower would be in order, since it might make you a bit less sore. It took longer than expected to peel your clothes off you, and it was a fairly agonising task. You couldn't lift your arms much higher than your shoulders, and bending anything was near on impossible.

You silently spat expletives as you struggled, finally managing to get into the shower. The warm water helped soothe your muscles somewhat, but it still hurt to move. The suds slipped down your body, and you gave up completely when you dropped the soap on the floor. There was no way you were getting it back.

The best you could do was wet your hair, since lifting your arms was undoable, so washing it was out of the question. When you got out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around you and decided to let your hair air dry. Looking in the mirror, you spotted purply-red splotches peppered down your arm, and there were some disappearing past the towel line.

Taking it off, you saw how they spread across your ribs and a few were sprinkled on your hip, only on the side where you made impact with the tyre barrier. Your plan was to wear a dress with the sides cut out, but that didn't seem like a great idea.

Then again, you didn't have anything else that was fit for a gala, since you had had the dress custom made for this exact occasion. You slowly did your makeup, the most unnatural part of it being the red lipstick that matched the dress.

You decorated your ears, neck, wrists and fingers in gold, before shimmying into your dress. The worst part was doing the zip yourself, since you couldn't stretch your arms around to your back. You managed, but you realised you'd be late and the car was already waiting outside. 

You ran out of time to cover up the bruises on your right side, so you thought it was fine to just leave it. Giving yourself a final once over in the mirror, you loved what you saw. Your dress hugged your every curve perfectly, and the gold with red screamed Ferrari. 

After making your way downstairs, you stumbled into the car and headed off for the gala. Carlos, on the other hand, had just arrived. He looked around, and quickly sussed out that you weren't there. "Hey, mate!" Lando said, pulling him in for a quick hug.

"Hey, are you bored already or is that just me?" Carlos chuckled, taking a glass of champagne off a tray from one of the waiters wandering by. "I was bored the minute I stepped in here, how's Y/N? Have you had a chance to talk to her?" Lando asked.

He was right behind you when you spun out, so he saw the impact that you hit the barrier with. "She's fine, just sore. I'm surprised she's even coming tonight, to be honest," he said, sipping away at the golden liquid. 

"She's coming? That's a surprise. I would have taken that as an excuse not to come," Lando said, almost shocked. "So would I, but she is actually really excited, even though I told her how boring they actually are," Carlos laughed, leaning against the wall beside Lando. 

"Speaking of Y/N, here she is," Lando said, nodding over to the grand entrance of the hall for the gala. Carlos turned his head, and his heart stopped beating in his chest. "That's not Y/N," he scoffed, looking as people's eyes all simultaneously wandered over to where you were stood.

Your eyes darted around the place, trying to find Carlos. "It is, Carlos, look at her," Lando nudged him, and he couldn't believe it was you. Seeing you stood there, the whole room's eyes on you, in the most stunning red dress made him feel something he had never felt before.

He couldn't take his eyes off you as you slowly walked, still trying to locate him. Suddenly, your eyes lit up as they landed on Carlos and Lando. You had that classic, confident swagger that you had always had, but tonight, it was paired with this elegance he never had seen before. 

"Hey guys," you smiled, standing with the two of them. Lando greeted you, and Carlos couldn't form words. The way the dress showed off your figure, the way it showed off your skin, the way it transformed you from a racing driver to a lady. He loved it.

"Carlos? You OK?" you asked, placing a hand on his shoulder to try and snap him out of whatever daydream he was having. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he shook his head, as if he were trying to shake some sense into it, "How are you? Did you manage to get any rest?" he asked, needing to know you were getting better.

"Everything still hurts to move, but it's fine. You get used to the pain," you softly smiled, subconsciously running your hand over the bruises on your arm. "Well no wonder you're stiff, someone did a number on you," Carlos smirked, trying to ignore the butterflies he was feeling.

You were his friend, and you just looked especially good tonight. It was nothing. "Ha ha, very funny," you said, tilting your body so he couldn't look at them. You were trying to forget about them, but it was a given that someone would point them out.

Carlos noticed your slight discomfort, and wanted to take back his comment. He just wanted to be normal and not act like he was really nervous to speak to you. "Hey, in all seriousness, are you sure you're alright? These look like they hurt," he said, gently bringing your arm closer to him so he could inspect the damage.

He spotted the ones that were scattered about your ribs, and he instantly felt worried. He always cared when you were hurt, but this was... Different. It was almost like he could feel the bruises too, he could feel the pain and he so desperately wanted to take it away.

"It's OK, everything hurts and they don't really add to it," you laughed, not wanting him to worry. "They look pretty sick, to be fair," Lando chipped in, feeling oddly like a third wheel. "Yeah, they kind of do. They're my battle wounds," you laughed, striking the best pose you could.

"Exactly, exactly. Max just got here, so I'm going to go and say hi. I'll catch up with you later," Lando waved, walking away from you. "I didn't miss anything while I was gone, did I?" you asked, knowing there were always shenanigans going on around the track.

"No, no. I was just very bored without you," he smiled. It was true, it wasn't the same without you. You just brought laughter with you wherever you went, and he only noticed when you weren't around. "I think you mean you were bored without anyone to bully," you teased.

"Same thing," he smiled, finishing off the last drops of fizz in his flute. 

"I'm going to go and get a drink, you want anything?" you asked, gazing at him. He looked handsome tonight, the black suit he was wearing making him look completely different. But in the best way possible. 

"Yeah, just another one of these is fine, thanks," he said, and you nodded. He watched as you walked across the hall, as your hips swayed under the light. He observed the way you leant against the bar, and couldn't help but glare at the people whose eyes glossed over you for that second too long. 

He felt an unnecessary pang of jealousy ripple through his body, but he didn't know why. You were his friend, and that was it. Again, he put it down to how good you looked tonight. Sure, you were always pretty, but tonight you were beautiful on a whole other level. 

He had never felt this way for you before. He had always seen you as one of his best friends, someone who he could gossip with and cause mischief with. But now, he was seeing you as someone he wanted to wake up next to every morning, and fall asleep with every night. 

He was completely mesmerised by you. It was like you had bewitched him, enchanted him somehow. You had trapped him under your spell and there was no counter curse. He was doomed to stare at you, as if his eyes were glued to your body for the rest of eternity. 

He watched as you sauntered back up to him, handing him a second flute of champagne. "Thanks," he smiled, trying to compose himself. Mentally, he was telling himself to just be normal, but his heart clearly wasn't getting the memo. 

"No problem, how long were you here before I was?" you asked, sipping away at your espresso martini. You figured the coffee mixed with the alcohol would wake you up a bit, maybe take the edge off. "Not long, maybe ten minutes? They were the most boring ten minutes of my life," he chuckled. 

"Did you just say something nice about me? One glass of bubbly and you're already tipsy? Damn Carlos," you smiled sincerely, nudging him in the ribs. 

"If that's how you react, then I'm never being nice to you again," he laughed, leaning back against the wall. As you drank your drinks, he couldn't help but hang onto your every word. He was noticing the little things now that he had previously overlooked.

Like the way you smiled with your teeth when you were properly laughing, or the way your eye slightly twinkled when talking about a topic you were passionate about. It was the way your mannerisms were just so you. 

As per usual with every gala, there was soft, mainly classical or smooth jazz music in the background. He had already thought ahead and figured out a way to play this off as a joke, but he hoped it wouldn't have to come to it. 

"Dance with me?" He smiled, extending a hand out to you. For a second, you froze, waiting for the punchline. But, you were just met with silence. Carlos thought he had completely messed it up, until you took his hand. 

"Sure," you smiled, standing in closer to him. Tentatively, he placed a hand on your waist, careful not to press too hard on your injuries. He hadn't actually thought about the possibility of you saying yes, funnily enough. 

You looped an arm around his back instead of over his shoulder, not wanting to lift your arms too much. As the pair of you swayed on the spot, entangled in each other's embrace, Carlos was trying to convince himself he wasn't dreaming. 

"You look really nice tonight, I never got the chance to say," you told him, watching the faint beginnings of a blush creep up onto his cheeks. "Thank you, uhm, so do you. You look incredible," he fumbled, preventing himself from speaking anymore, in case he took it too far.

He wanted to tell you that you were absolutely breathtaking, and that he found you unbelievably captivating. He wanted to tell you that he didn't know what had happened, but these feelings had just bombarded him all at once, out of nowhere.   

"Thank you," you said. He did allow his fingers to gently trace around the skin of your waist, and you couldn't help but enjoy the gesture. You shuffled in a little closer, slowly lifting your arm to rest around his shoulder.

It was a lot more comfortable in the end, even if it did cause you some slight pain to put it there. "But I really mean it, you're the prettiest girl here," he complimented, unable to stop himself from telling you. 

You found it slightly odd at the way he was acting, since Carlos was always so confident - borderline cocky. But now, he was stuttering and blushing. You thought it was sweet to see him in a different light, and this was refreshing to see that even confident people have their nervous moments. 

There was something about the way he looked at you, something that wasn't like normal. He always had this mischievous glint in his eyes, but tonight, it had been replaced with something else. It was soft and warm, but you couldn't find a word to define what it was. 

It was unusual, but not unwelcome. 

The dazzling smile that tugged at the corner of your lips at his compliment sent his heart into a fit of joy. But then, his heart dropped. It was at this point that he realised, in the span of a night, he had fallen in love with his best friend.

And he didn't think there would be an escape, not by any means. 

A/N - OK I think this is one of my favourite things I have ever written tbh... I am so willing to do a part 2, so lmk if that's something you'd like to see! If you have any requests, feel free to submit and have a wonderful evening/day. Love you! 💖

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[writefightandflightclub]

Release: Duke Leto x fem!reader

Don’t mind me, just thinking about being used like Duke Leto’s personal stress toy. 👀

Warnings: smut, minors DNI.

A/n: This isn’t really a full fic, more another “here’s what I’m thinking about right now” sorta deal. I swear I’ll write a “proper” fic soon. For now here is my very hastily typed train of thought about ever so selflessly serving the kingdom, via delivering a little… stress relief to your Lord. (Fucking. It’s just fucking, basically.)

The Duke arrives back to his quarters, returning from a fraught council meeting. The fate of Caladan is resting on his shoulders, and hours of negotiations are proving -so far- entirely futile.

He’s evidently tense, muscles taut and coiled, brow heavy, mouth curved downward. He’s silent, his words seemingly compressed, held deep beneath a layer of frustration. He enters the room and storms to his desk, standing over it and pressing his palms into the surface, shoulders hunched over and head hung low. He does not acknowledge you but you approach him; cautiously. Not because you fear his stony demeanour, the breaths seething from his flared nostrils. His hands clenching into the surface of the desk. You never fear him, but you do seek to ease his transition. To ease him towards the relief you can provide him.

You step up behind him, slotting yourself against him, resting your head in the spot between his shoulder blades. Working some of the tension from his tight muscles with your hands.

As soon as you touch him, it is instantaneous, as though he cannot pause. His words still not coming but his body working on his behalf, his broad hands seeking you out. Grabbing you. Manoeuvring you. No time even to kiss you, to look at you.

His fingers raking clumsily and urgently at the hem of your skirts as he roughly folds your body over the desk edge. Pushing you down. His shaking fingers clawing at his own belt buckle, air seething through his teeth as he contacts his throbbing, painfully hard length. He needs you. Needs you like this, with your tits spilling out of your dress. The meat of your hips and ass grabbed up in his clawing palms.

Fuck he needs you.

The council are so rigid, so resistant, and you? You are so… soft, flesh so forgiving. So pliant for him, so easy, moulding to his every whim and desire. He grunts again, no words still as you hear him spit, and you cry out in surprise as you feel the sudden slick of his warm fingers as he applies this cursory lubrication to your heat.

“My Lord,” you purr, all too willing to fulfil him. “Working so hard for the Kingdom. Let me help you relax.”

He needs no encouragement.

You yowl as he fills you. Roughly, and sudden. All the way to the hilt, spreading you open on his girth. You stretch your arms out before you, fingers splayed and tightly gripping the opposite edge of the desk to brace yourself as your thighs are shunted against the other - an all too pleasant bite.

You moan for him, the sound liquid, so smooth, so soft, so compliant, and so at odds with his rigid, unforgiving thrusts. With the hard shape of his frustration, and your slickening cunt offering no resistance.

The Duke presses his hand to the centre of your back, pinning you, your cheek crushed against the table, moans covering all of his official papers like a balm over the abrasion of his duties.

Leto snaps his hips then, slamming himself into you, thrusts needy and oh so careless. So desperate. He grunts as he fills you, stretches you, with no care for anything else but his relief.

He slows. Only for a moment. A slow, tantalising drag out of you, his swollen head notching him inside as you hear him -you think- relinquishing his uniform jacket to the floor, buttons clacking against the tiles. You imagine the sight behind you of Leto in his white, open-collared shirt, the hem billowing over his full, clenching ass cheeks as he resumes his thrusts, working you at a brutal pace. You imagine the sweat gathering across the bared “v” of his chest, glistening on his skin.

He grunts again now as his thrusts become sloppy. Precarious, with the way the wetness is gathering between your thighs. Indeed, momentarily, he slips out of you, and he curses at the loss. Leans forward to gather up your boneless, pliant body, bringing your back to press at his torso.

You feel the tacky heat seeping through layers. Feel the rake of his beard and his hot breath against the back of your neck as he eases himself back inside of you. Slowly, slowly, slowly, with ragged stunted breaths against your skin.

Wraps his arms around your chest to pin you securely to him as he fucks into you - harder now, pace gradually climbing. At just the right pace. Pinning your trembling, waning body harshly between him and the desk edge. Fucking up into you so brutally now that the furniture is shunted across the floor; but he doesn’t stop.

Just keeps thrusting, up and into you so hard that the heels of your feet lift off of the floor, toes against the cold tiles. So hard that you almost tip forward from the force of it - would, if he wasn’t strong enough to brace you. To keep your where he needs you as he uses you like this. Like a stress toy. Like you only exist for his relief.

Then, you feel a soft, deep, shuddered moan bloom against the nape of your neck. He bites you there, against your throat, teeth marking and mouth sucking as you feel him convulse inside of you. As he shoves himself and his seed up into you so deep, like he never means it to find its way out.

You come with him, your release moulding around him, clenching down on him, and dragging further aftershocks from him. He shudders against you momentarily, and you feel all of the tension drop from his body, shed like his layers.

A soft hum and a soft kiss is applied to your sweat-tacky neck as he releases you; gently - ever so gently now - draping your limp form over the desk as your ragged breaths continue to flare in your rib cage. You slow your breathing. Enjoy the lingering bloom of residual pleasure in your centre, your core honeyed and dripping.

When you feel able, you turn to him again, perching yourself on the desk and facing him. Wanting to see him undone for you, but finding him redressing in his uniform - and his composure - instead.

Ah. It becomes suddenly clear to you. “The Council is still ongoing?”

That niggle resettles in his brow. “I stole a moment, but the negotiations will not cease.”

“And you will return with your dick wet?”

His hands reach for you again, but this time, it is to cup your face tenderly. To look down, with amusement, at your skirts all in disarray. Your breasts spilling from your corseted top, and he dips to gather you with a broad palm, freeing you and mouthing softly at your nipple, beard brushing against your tender flesh. You see the ghost of a smile cross his features, despite his busied mind and mouth. “I will return the better for it.”

Mouthing at you more hungrily now, Leto dips quickly to your heat, settling his head under your skirts and sealing his warm mouth over your heat like he’s well aware he’s running out of time. He shivers a tongue through your folds, tasting you. Your core throbs as a resonant hum bleeds through your centre.

“I must go,” he says regretfully, straightening up. Buttoning up his jacket - and his composure.

“Wait, my love,” you call, before he turns away. He obliges, and you make quick work of it, smoothing the undone curl - which has fallen across his forehead - back into place. “Perfect.”

He does not smile; but his eyes do glow for you. “If a conclusion is not yet reached, we intend for another recess at ten.”

His meaning is quite clearly implied, and you are eager for it already.

“I’ll be waiting, my Lord.”

You send him away to fulfil his duties, all the better for you having fulfilled yours.

Truly, it hardly seems like work at all.

[antonartic]

Patience ˖ ࣪⊹𐙚 | J. Sungchan

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⊰ pairing: Sungchan x Fem!Reader

⊰ genre: smut, fluff, one-shot | 2.7k words

⊰ contains: situationship, fwb, mentions of unprotected sex, overworked reader, one night stand, cursing, mentions of jealousy, dry humping, use of pet names, transition from fwb to relationship(?).

𓂃˖𓂃˖𓂃˖𓂃⊹𓂃𖥔𓂃˖⁺‧₊˚ 𐙚 ˚₊‧⁺˖𓂃𖥔𓂃⊹𓂃˖𓂃˖𓂃˖𓂃

you wanted to concentrate on yourself and on what to do with your existence, take care of your future by studying extra hard and working your ass off to get a permanent job so you could “relax” and enjoy the privilege of a stable life.

you were so fond of this idea that you didn’t give yourself time to actually take brakes and have fun like people your age did on a daily basis.

until you felt this need to take your mind off just a little bit. and with that you went to a party.

that’s where you found mister Jung Sungchan.

you couldn’t deny that he was just too handsome for your liking and that he caught your attention definitely more than you would have imagined.

you where the one who approached the guy who was on his own at the bar counter in the centre of the club and you where the one who agreed to take this opportunity to invite him and fuck him in your not very big but welcoming apartment.

yes, the next day he was gone, but you also noticed the piece of paper placed on the night table near your bed. that must be his number, you thought while examining the piece.

and that’s how you started seeing each other, mostly to fuck and have a great time.

you weren’t looking for anything serious at the moment, not when your career depended on how this year went.

eventually, you ended up falling hard for him. and when i say hard, i mean HARD. like the high five exchanged between your ass cheeks and the cold tiles of the ground.

he was on the same page as you, though. he wanted you not only as a fuck buddy; he wanted to be beside you as long as he could.

so he told you.

and he got hit by a truck right on his gorgeous face.

you explained the reason for the current rejection and he accepted your motives. but don’t even think that was over for you because he was not giving up and you were not going to let him go. it was just a matter of time.

and it was hard for him. hard to know that you weren’t officially his even though you ended up with his cum leaking out of you almost every night. it was hard for him to know that you could always leave him, go with other men and let them fill you up to the brim like he always did.

he wanted that reassurance; he wanted that step up in your relationship so fucking bad.

even though it was so fucking hard for him, he waited and respected your boundaries. let alone the countless nights where he lulled you to sleep by repeating that you were his no matter what because there was no one that could fill your hole better than “your sungchan”.

but you liked falling asleep just like that. it put you at ease because it reassured you that he wasn’t going anywhere.

then the year finally ended and you finally reached your goals. stability was your new lifestyle now.

so you called Sungchan to invite him to your apartment for the usual, but this time was going to be different. you finally had time to enjoy each other’s company fully for the first time, but he didn’t know this yet.

when he rang the bell of your front door, you RAN to open it and you were welcomed by that warm smile of his. fluffy jacket tight around him, signaling the cold wether that reigned outside.

without hesitation, you took him inside by grabbing him from his arms and rubbing his sides as a way of warming the boy up. after a while he was freed of that unnecessary piece of clothing that was no longer needed.

he approached you to finally greet you the proper way by giving you that little peck that you always loved to receive. his hands fell automatically on your waist, adorning it like a belt, and yours intertwined at the back of his neck, playing with the small strands of his brownish hair.

“missed you.” he said almost in a whisper, and you responded back with “i missed you too. it’s been a while since we’ve been this close,”

and he chuckled at your words. meanwhile, you didn’t notice the closeness of your faces, but you didn’t mind it. in fact, you wanted to close that distance. now and forever.

so you did.

and there you were, kissing each other in a way that was almost new to you two. this kiss was different from the other rough ones he gave you. rough kisses given in fear of overpassing your boundaries. but since this affectionate act was initiated by you, he didn’t feel that way anymore.

and he found himself melting in your, now, red lips.

it was a matter of time for it to become more. after asking you indirectly to open up your mouth slightly for him to give his tongue access, he started to perlustrate it, taking control like he always did.

his hands were now on your butt, giving it a light squeeze now and then, while his kisses were getting lower and lower, stopping right in the middle of your neck.

there he stayed a while, sucking on your skin like a vampire in need of blood, making sure to leave some dark marks that will not fade too quickly.

“Sungchan,” you couldn’t stop the giggles that escaped from your mouth seeing his eagerness erupt in those filthy actions. “Don’t you think it would be better on my bed than in the middle of my living room?” and he nodded, dazed by the sweetness of your skin.

he picked you up, making sure your legs were hooked around his waist in order not to drop you on the way there. an annoying smirk was starting to appear on his face and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him jokingly. it didn’t took him long before arriving at the destination and lying you down on the mattress of your bed.

but you had different plans.

so you pulled him over, making sure he didn’t fall too hard and, most importantly, on you. he was now resting on his elbows to prop him up and watch you carefully, trying to guess what your next moves were going to be.

you straddled his lap and, without thinking too much, you reattached your lips to his in another loving and lustful kiss, this time accompanied by the messy movements of your clothed crotch rubbing against his.

his hands found again the place where they belonged, your hips, but this time to help you get him erect enough for you and the plans you two had in mind.

it didn’t take him long, though. in an instant, he was rock hard under you and ready to go. you wanted him and his dick deep inside you as soon as possible.

he detached from your mouth and quickly reached for a condom that he knew was in the night table beside your bed, thanks to all the other nights he spent here, in the same situation as you were now.

meanwhile you were already at work, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants just to lower them enough for his cock to be freed from the tight pressure of the materials.

he hissed, feeling the cold hair hitting right on his swollen red tip. he wasted no time grabbing his member with the intention of jerking off and putting the condom on but you stopped him before he could’ve done anything.

“wanna do it for you” you said, looking at him with your big doe eyes. the same eyes that made him gulp from desperation and could’ve made him cum right then and there. “go on then” he stated, gaining again the lost confidence, handing you the little condom pack he held in his left hand, between the index and middle finger.

you grabbed his cock gently, giving it a light experimental squeeze before giving it a few strokes. when you decided it was ready, you sit up on your knees and opened the blue packaging. you pinched the head of the condom while your other hand worked on Sungchan’s cock to make sure it was as still as possible. then you placed the condom on the tip, carrying on rolling the rest along the solid shaft.

without wasting any time, you proceeded on taking your his sweats and panties off, tossing them aside. hovering again over sungchan, you aligned his thick head to your entrance and, without warning, you slided down his length slowly.

“shit, baby. warming me up so good.”

he was big, above average. maybe almost TOO big. he could’ve ripped you in half if he only wanted to, but he was always so attentive on making sure he didn’t hurt you in any way.

not only he had a huge cock but he also was tall and strong, especially compared to you. the sight of your little frame on him made him even hornier than he was before, as if it was even possible.

after waiting a while for you to adjust to his size, you started moving, always making sure you both were enjoying the moment.

“you’re doing super good, baby. take your time, mh?” he praised while caressing your hair and cheeks. he rested his thumb on one of them, rubbing it with the purpose of comforting you.

you leaned against his hand while yours where exploring his abs under his hoodie to steady yourself. he stared intensely at you while you where struggling to keep your eyes open. the only thing that kept them open was the amusement of seeing Sungchan’s reactions. you needed approval and proof that you where indeed making him feel good. therefore, you couldn’t miss out on his facial expressions: his eyes half closed, thick eyebrows furrowed and pink plumped lips slightly agape, forming an “o”.

you continued rocking your hips but this time it was harder and more intense, starting to feel pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach. you could feel his large cock stretching you out in a way that never felt this good before, more sensitive to his touch than usual, and able to feel every vein that ran through his hard length inside you.

millions of praises poured out of his mouth incoherently due to the fact that his brain was moving faster than his tongue.

“doing so well for me as usual,”

“taking it so well,”

“like you were made for me, oh my fucking god,”

at this point you two were both so close to your climaxes. moaning without a care in the world. moving so fast that you could hear the bad squeaking, you almost cursed the universe for not buying another one when you could have.

“i’m not gonna last long,” he said and you felt the need to help him reach that peak as soon as possible, “me too, baby. need to cum on you so bad.”

you leaned forward to his left ear and started nibbling at the soft skin of his earlobe. it drove him crazy and the vibrations that were sent from your moans through his body weren’t helping either. “i’m DEFINITELY not gonna last long- shit!”

he grabbed your hips so tightly that you could feel your skin burn underneath the pads of his fingers. and with that he started fucking into you, biceps flexing from the action. you stayed there, lying on his muscular chest and making him take care of you for the first time that night.

“let’s cum together, yeah?” he questioned, already knowing that you wouldn’t oppose to his proposal. “i’m cumming, Sungchan,” and he chuckled seeing you curled up into him, letting him take charge of making you two feel good.

“let it out for me.” and those were the only words you needed to hear before releasing all over him, slight shockwaves cursing through your whole body and passing on to him. he couldn’t resist feeling your cunt clench so tight and hard around his length, squeezing it like there was no tomorrow. and that’s what made him cum, spurting out hot liquid and painting the condom white.

his thrusts became sloppier each passing second, trying his best to calm both of you, and his dick was getting soft softer.

his closed eyes opened to immediately check if you were alright and if you enjoyed yourself even though he already knew the truth. his arms wrapped around your figure, holding you tight onto him.

you stayed like that for a while, you still panting from exhaustion and him looking at the ceiling while his hand caressed your back. after a while, he looked down at you, waiting for you to notice his gaze and when you finally looked back up at him, he smiled and immediately turned his attention back to the ceiling.

“what?” you questioned, confused.

“nothing. it’s just that you’re pretty when you’re all up on me like a koala,” and his gaze fell on you once again.

“shut up… idiot.” you rolled your eyes, low-key enjoying the cute compliment but not being able to show it.

and a few minutes passed by in blissful silence, just you two enjoying the quietness and tranquility of the moment without needing to say anything at all.

but you had something to say, and it made you nervous despite knowing that this was what you and Sungchan wanted from the start.

“so… i was thinking that we kinda look good together, don’t you think? i mean… just a thought,”

out of nervousness, you started drawing little circles with your index finger on Sungchan’s clothed chest.

“that’s what i always say but you keep rejecting me,” you could hear the ironic pout in his tone

“i’m telling you now, we look good together. we should do something about it.”

and finally you had the courage to look at him, raising your head and holding yourself up with your forearms. his face expressed confusion and at the same time realization. where you really proposing this to him? usually, it was him who would make comments about the two of you, but now… it was you?

he straightened himself up with one arm while the other never left your body, still embracing you. you followed his movements, finding yourself once again in his lap. both of you looking in each other eyes.

“are you actually suggesting to…”

“i’m saying that i want us to be together. now i’m ready. fuck if i am.”

Sungchan’s hand found its way back to your cheek, still massaging the same spot that, at this point, was consumed from the delicate act.

he smiled widely, moving his attention back and forth from your eyes to your lips. and finally, he kissed you. with that sweet kiss healing your soul and heart, you couldn’t help but smile too in between kisses. your hand reached the side of his face to caress it.

you broke away from each other’s lips and returned to the previous cuddling position.

“i want to celebrate this the right way, what do you think?”

he told you, imagining your first cute lil date maybe in a special café, enjoying a drink and some sweet dessert, or maybe in a fancy restaurant at night, in a reserved place out of the centre of the room, having no distractions interrupting the intimate moment.

you giggled as if you could see his thoughts.

“everything is alright for me as long as you’re there by my side.”

you stated softly, being too shy to say such a bold affirmation. and you could already imagine his smile quadruplicate in size.

you both fell asleep just like that, just thinking about each other and the new life that awaited the both of you.

𓂃˖𓂃˖𓂃˖𓂃⊹𓂃𖥔𓂃˖⁺‧₊˚ 𐙚 ˚₊‧⁺˖𓂃𖥔𓂃⊹𓂃˖𓂃˖𓂃˖𓂃

a/n: this was requested but i accidentally deleted the ask👹 anyway, thank you anon so much for requesting this💗 i tried my best to write it and i really hope you’ll enjoy it and that it was what you were expecting. i’m sorry for any mistake but english is not my first language. the dialogues are probably shitty but yeah.. any advice is welcomed and if you want to request something, my inbox is always open!

[fangirlingalittletoohard]

Crowley & Aziraphale calming you down when you’re feeling anxious…

they notice something’s wrong almost immediately.

Aziraphale’s the best to talk to you when you’re like this (he’s much calmer than Crowley, who panics when something is the slightest bit wrong with you).

“what is it, my dear?” Aziraphale asks gently, taking your hands and kissing your knuckles as Crowley pulls you into his lap and circles his arms around your waist protectively.

Crowley is kissing your head, breathing slowly so you can feel it.

You’re never quite sure of how they do it, but you become hyper-aware of their slow heart rates and breathing and it forces your body to try to regulate itself.

Tears are brushed away softly by Aziraphale’s gentle fingers.

At first, they’re telling you that it will be okay, that you’re safe, that they won’t let anything bad happen to you (Crowley’s muttering under his breath that he will personally see to it that anyone who makes you feel anxious will come to an untimely end).

they slowly transition to general chatter. it works almost every time. Aziraphale is telling you both about the book he’s picking up later in the week and Crowley’s asking you if you both want to take a trip to the garden centre nearby so he can pick out more plants.

after a while you feel your shoulders drop and you’re fully engaged in the conversation.

Aziraphale is still running his hands over your legs as you speak, knowing that you love to be touched as often as is physically possible.

Crowley is tickling your back, making you shudder.

you kiss them both gently and they understand that it is your way of thanking them for taking such good care of you.

[heich0e]

When Umemiya and Mom get married, do they give Kosuke a little brother or little sister?

i think ume and reader are happy with their family as it is, and feel content not to have any more kids together. kosuke is every bit a son to hajime. he loves him unconditionally, with his entire heart. you have the conversation of course, but both of you are in agreement. you're more than satisfied with what you have. exceedingly grateful for it. you can't imagine anything more.

hajime graduates with his degree and qualifications as a child psychologist, and he starts his career soon after. most of his work is clinical, but outside his normal clinical role he volunteers with the alternative care sector: helping out whenever he can in group homes and family homes—just like, and including, the one he was raised in.

he comes home late one day, almost a decade into your relationship, dishevelled and clearly exhausted. kosuke (13 now, getting taller each day, and going through the phase where he only wants to hide in his room and play video games) has already gone to bed for the night, and you're left curled up on the couch waiting up for your husband's return. when he walks through the door he comes right to you, falling to his knees before you on the living room floor and burying his face against your tummy as he wraps his arms around you and holds tight.

it takes him a moment, pressed up against you with his grip still firm, but he tells you about the two little girls he met through the child guidance centre that afternoon: 4 years old and the other not yet 1, biological sisters, orphaned and facing separation since the youngest requires an infant care facility that isn't able to accept older children. hajime tells you with a strain in his voice how even when the baby gets old enough to transition to a family home, there's no guarantee the two will ever be reunited.

hajime's job is hard—he's seen countless heart-wrenching cases like this over the years, but he always endeavours through it because he knows that's what he has to do to help. you've seen him be others' strength so many times, seen him bear that weight without complaint or waver, but you can see how this time it's eating away at him.

it doesn't happen overnight. there are long, difficult conversations that have to happen: some just between yourself and your husband, and some with your son. there are meetings held in strangely lifeless playrooms in transitional facilities, where you get to know the two girls. meetings where you come to understand why hajime was so wholly taken by them, and come to care for them in just the same way.

and then, however unexpectedly, your family—the one you thought was perfect just the way it was—grows; two little sprouts appearing overnight after a rainstorm, who get to blossom under your care.

you never expected to have another child, let alone two of them, and certainly never expected to be raising another baby—especially not at your age.

you never thought you'd get to see hajime up doing midnight feeds, or diaper changes, or wake up to him dozing beside you in your bed with a teething baby on his bare chest because it was the only way he could get her to sleep. never thought you'd see your husband learn how to braid hair, or play dolls, or paint tiny little toenails.

you never pictured kosuke as a big brother, or anticipated how naturally he would take to it; reading bedtime stories, wiping away tears, and putting pink plasters on scraped knees he then kisses better.

but hikari and himari came home, changed everything, and from that moment on you couldn't imagine your life without them.

[bird-inacage]

Love Sea Episode 4: Where Things Have Gone Astray

It pains me to say it, but I found Episode 4 sloppy in it's execution, direction and writing overall. (I'd like to preface that regardless of how much I like fortpeat, or have enjoyed the series for the most part, I personally think it's important to be able to critique a show when it's flaws present themselves, and not to blindly excuse those issues because we want so badly to like it).

The transition from island to Bangkok was a huge turning point in the story, and I'm disappointed to say it wasn't handled well. The episode felt very off-beat and clunky compared to the lovely moments we got last week. Most of the issues centre on inconsistencies in character trajectory that were set up by the end of Episode 3. So let's unpack what went wrong here.

Mut is brusquely given the cold shoulder

My biggest gripe is the treatment of Mut this episode and without good reason. Let's start by recognising that Mut has potentially left his entire way of life behind: his friends, his community, his livelihood - all on the possibility that Rak may come to love him. I don't think Mut's naively banking on this being forever, but the emphasis here is he's willing to give it all up. The lack of acknowledgement to this gesture was glaring. The boy is only 20 years old, may I stress. Rak knows the hardships that Mut has faced, which should make this sacrifice even more significant in my opinion. What little Mut has built from scratch, he's willing to leave behind. All for Rak.

Other than a few brief moments of Rak looking sheepish/guilty, he's very passive throughout. I was really hoping he'd display more initiative and maturity here as the older party (like he did at the end of Episode 3). Even more disappointingly, once they land in Bangkok, Rak has Mut trailing behind him and largely leaves him to his own devices. At points, Rak's attitude towards Mut feels borderline exploitative. Rak is the one who begged Mut to come with him, and now that he's there, he seems to be putting Mut on trial.

Mut's hospitality on the island was due to Rak being an outsider who was completely out of his comfort zone. Now they've essentially reversed the situation but somehow the default is still Mut making all the effort (and yes, I know he's getting paid, but the last 3 episodes have just attempted to establish that their relationship is beyond just monetary). We need to see some more active reciprocation from Rak that supports why he was so driven for Mut to stay with him.

We've also been shown that though Mut is incredibly patient, he's not a doormat. When Rak crosses a line, he does get angry. Mut ran away when his father offended his core values, so we know he's capable of putting his foot down. But Rak's treatment of him here roused no protest or questioning when it would be fully warranted. By the time they discuss the contract, it's a null confrontation as Mut has already conceded to Rak's demands by signing. I wish he stood up for himself more here.

Tongrak's change in demeanour

The Rak we see in Bangkok is how I would imagine his character to be at the beginning of the series. Slightly haughty and dismissive. But because our impression of Rak was intentionally reversed so early on - where we were shown his sensitivity and softness - to have him slip back into a standoffish persona gave me whiplash. Has Rak regressed to who he was prior to the island? Has his time with Mut not changed anything? We know it has, which is why this front feels performative. Why would Rak feel the need to play into this character when Mut's already seen who he is underneath? And what has triggered him to do so? His family haven't come into the picture yet. I don't think Rak really cares about Mook's judgement. So why?

I think it's a huge disservice to shrug this off with: 'oh it's because Rak has trauma', and that's why he's running hot and cold. Doing so only trivialises the magnitude of trauma as a 'convenient' excuse when the writing doesn't support itself well enough for a character's actions to feel convincingly well founded.

When I started Episode 4, I thought we'd missed a scene or were due a flashback that would signpost why Rak changed his mind. We're told it's because of his PA, but that doesn't hold up well because surely Rak would have factored that into the equation. There are plenty of ways they could have remedied this. They could have shown us that Rak was genuine in agreeing, but spirals over the enormity of such a decision afterwards, which leads him to back out. Or Rak agreed despite knowing full well he couldn't meet his promise, and only lied because he didn't want to hurt Mut's feelings. Or they could have included the phone call from his sister in this episode, which would indicate that Rak has bigger responsibilities outside of himself, which caused his decision to sway. But we didn't get anything to ground us to Rak's mindset this episode, so his mentality feels like a 180. It also makes his agreement to Mut feel flippant if all it took was for Mook to whine to change his mind.

I can accept Rak retreating emotionally out of pressure or worry, but it doesn't read that way. Instead, his actions and body language feel abruptly indifferent, oddly detached and cold. The contract just epitomises a clinical level of emotional distancing. Even when Mook voices her concerns, Rak looks exasperated. So this isn't presented to us as a reaction borne out of vulnerability. And because we don't see Rak mulling over any doubts about Mut or otherwise, his behaviour feels all the more sudden and incongruous.

Ultimately, Rak was the one who let Mut down. If Rak agreed to stay on the island because he truly cared about Mut, wouldn't he be feeling doubly guilty at present? Not only has he broken a promise, but Mut is making a huge compromise to pursue Rak. Yet, Rak's attitude seems to be: 'these are my terms, do you have a problem with that?' This challenging air feels out of place and counterintuitive to what they've set up so far. What has Mut done to deserve this? Why is Mut still the one accommodating and initiating, with seemingly no return?

When comedy is not your strong suit, do not lean into it

I have a real bone to pick with the 'humour' attempted in this episode. I know comedy is subjective, but these scenes are arguably the shows weakest moments. People underestimate just how hard it is to pull off comedy and to do it well. And the brand of humour they're going for comes across quite juvenile, slapstick or theatrical. Sadly it only magnifies Aya's acting as egregiously bad in this episode because Mook is leant on so heavily as comic relief.

Mook and Vi's presence as individuals and as a couple has also been very one-dimensional so far which doesn't help things. It's getting increasingly taxing to sit through their scenes when there's so little substance and depth there to root for. Trust me, I am trying to like them, but they're not making it easy.

At it's worst, filler offers us no further insight or advancement in either character or plot. Which inevitably makes you question why the run time is being wasted on excessively inconsequential material. That crime was being committed multiple times this episode.

This is not me writing off the series by any means. As I say in my introduction, I think it's extremely important as a viewer to retain the objectivity to recognise when there are speed bumps, dodgy choices or noticeable areas for improvement.

As I was writing this, I found myself going: 'I think I see what they were trying to go for here' and applying additional guess-work to fill in the gaps. But that's the issue. If the writing requires your viewer to do mental gymnastics to make it make sense, you've dropped the ball. I would heartily advocate for 'show, don't just tell'. But in this episode we neither get shown or told why our characters are acting like this, especially when it seems to contradict how we got here.

Let's hope next episode is only onwards and upwards.

[allthecanadianpolitics]

Ontario has banned supervised drug consumption sites within 200 metres of schools and child-care centres. Ten facilities across the province will be forced to stop providing safe consumption services by March 2025, and they will be given the option to transition into "treatment hubs." Health Minister Sylvia Jones announced the decision Tuesday afternoon when she addressed the Association of Municipalities of Ontario conference in Ottawa. Of the 10 sites that will be affected by the new rules, five are in Toronto while one each are in Ottawa, Kitchener, Thunder Bay, Hamilton and Guelph. The Government of Canada lists 23 safe consumption sites in Ontario on its website.

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[the-crooked-library]

On Horror, Queerness, Mirrors, and Dracula

Your wish is my command (you may or may not regret this). 

Here’s the thing - I love horror, and I love patterns, and I think the best horror is always in some sense symmetrical.  It might not be obvious, but what’s the point of staring into an abyss if you can’t see your own face reflected back?  The symmetry itself comes in any number of different twists, whether it is familial, communal, erotic, or individual, and most of these apply to Bram Stoker’s Dracula. 

The centre of our novel rests on the Harkers.  So, starting with Jonathan - his experience in Transylvania is a twisted version of his life back home.  Dracula is reserved but eloquent, seemingly caring and occasionally affectionate, he reads train schedules and they spend hours upon hours in conversation; which is a dark mirror to Jonathan’s train schedule-loving, passionate but serious Mina.  It may even be said that the Count is re-enacting a caricature of traditional heteronormative domesticity - he maintains the household, waits on his guest himself, and blows him kisses from the stairs.  His possessiveness of Jonathan is the only way a vampire like Dracula is capable of understanding the bond Jonathan shares with Mina.  The Count states that he, too, feels love; but he is written by a closeted gay man in the late 19th century, so his imitation of married life is both a lie and a tragedy.  He is a shorthand for forbidden, wrong, and corrupting desires. 

At the same time, Mina herself also has a same-sex connection in the beginning of the story, and her relationship with Lucy mirrors the relationship between Jonathan and Dracula.  They cling to each other, in a sense; despite being excited about the prospect of their impending marriages, there is some trepidation associated with this new stage in life.  A common part of a dowry used to be a shroud, simply due to the frequency at which Victorian wives died in childbirth soon after the wedding; and even provided a survival, the transition to married life was still a loss of innocence.  As such, Lucy’s affection for Mina is the last expression of her girlhood, and she herself is the personification of Mina’s.  Lucy is, therefore, the direct antithesis of the Count; her death and subsequent rising change Mina the same way that Dracula does Jonathan, establishing a firm duality between the Harkers and their respective vampires. 

The other characters are reflections of each other, as well; the suitors defend while the brides terrify, Van Helsing wants to preserve life while Renfield wishes to consume it - and even further, the old Hungarian lady cares enough about  a stranger to give Jonathan a cross for protection, while Lucy’s own mother lets Dracula into the house herself, selfishly ignorant of her daughter’s needs and the doctor’s orders.  Another parallel is drawn again between Jonathan and Renfield, who represents directly what he could have been, had he not escaped from Dracula’s grasp; which makes Renfield’s vehement, last-ditch attempt to protect Mina perhaps all the more poignant.  In him, she sees the resilience of Jonathan’s humanity; while he gets to see exactly what she could become after her turning  - in Dracula himself.  These dualities are integral to the story’s thematic structure, and therefore inextricable from each character’s development. 

There is really too much to say about each individual dynamic to fit into one rant, but for the current purposes, I can forgo the details.  They all converge as it is on Jonathan and Mina, and thus, the central theme of this story is devotion.  If Jonathan had truly broken, like Renfield, Mina would have stayed by his side; and if she had fully turned, like Dracula, he would have adored whatever shred of her still remained.  In madness and in death, in happiness and sorrow, in sickness and in health - until the echoes start to sound like wedding vows. 

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[imnayeonjaem]

ateez as oddly specific times of the day.

minors dni. ageless blogs dni. blank blogs dni. you'll be blocked.

a/n: this is just a random idea that suddenly popped into my head. i like abstract concepts lmao lmk what you think! all times in 24hr clock, not season specific, just vibes.

kim hongjoong - 00:00

the transition from one day to the next. the night owl urge to stay awake with the early bird desire to wake up at 6am. where everything feels its most still, its most silent. the liminal space between night and morning.

park seonghwa - 09:32

just in time to grab your coffee. boarding the train at the last second. feeling a productive day ahead. the unsung bliss of rush hour, caught in the midst of the morning buzz. the gentle breeze and the sun peeking through the windows.

jeong yunho - 15:26

the last hurrah of lunch break. eating outside at the local bistro. people watching and making small talk. laughing over smoothies and taking in the sights of everyday life. petting the dog that passes by. smiling to the owner who smiles back.

kang yeosang - 02:56

whispered words into the open space. cups of tea and a heart to heart. reminiscing about the past. not caring to look at the time. quiet laughter and warm smiles. the first yawn, a sign it's now time for you to go to bed. feelings of closure. everything is okay.

choi san - 22:34

bright lights and night life. music pulsing through the walls of every club. restaurants packed with people. traffic on the highway. singing loudly without a care in the world. beating hearts, lots of energy. never slowing down, never getting tired.

song mingi - 11:11

a moment for yourself. a chance to reflect. headphones on, hands in pockets, walking down the street with your favourite playlist on. everyone's a blur, and you're at the centre. deep breaths, no destination, no worries.

jung wooyoung - 20:45

the last bus home. rain hitting the window. sitting at the back, earbuds in, soothing music to calm your stresses. tired from the day, knowing tomorrow is a new one. leaving the bus and heading home. changing into your pjs. watching a movie.

choi jongho - 08:00

an early start. strict routine. breakfast, skincare, coffee. reading and replying to emails. thriving in the mundane. taking care of yourself. cleaning the house and reorganising your things. wearing your favourite shirt. talking to your friends.

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[npookie0]

ronin x reader who’s also transmasc but not as far along in their transition as ronin is. This is mostly because they are too scared to make big changes because they are afraid of not ending up as a “pretty boy”. They aren’t so afraid of the grotesque healing process and such, more so the uncertainty of results. So he would be pre-everything. I guess kinda just how ronin supports him through that (and is probably a bad influence lmao/lh)

Teehee

Afraid of the Dream.

You are standing in the centre of your bedroom, mess everywhere from clothes on the floor, an undone bed and a broken mirror.

Right, a broken mirror.

You had a very bad dysphoria day, every part of your body screamed woman, from your hair, to your chest, hands, hips, everything. In an outburst you pushed your mirror to the floor, it broke, glass shards scattered everywhere, you might stepped in one but you didn't care.

Your mind was elsewhere. You were thinking about your boyfriend, Ronin.

A man who was just like you, full of grotesque. But unlike you, he followed his dream. He took testosterone, went under gender affirming surgeries, made himself the man he was. But you? You were terrified, not of the pain. No. The pain, healing proces and everything that would follow it, you were fine with these. You would even enjoy seeing the aftermaths of your work to achieve your dream.

The fear was focused on not passing as a man, you were scared that you would never pass as one, that people would see you as a woman, that you will be stuck in this cage until you choke in it.

The fear was running through your veins, eating every ounce of confident in your ability to look just the way you so desperately desire to.

Every time you tried to cut your hair, bind, talk in a lower voice, your mind just screamed at you to stop. Taking hormones or going through surgeries wasn't even an option, the anxiety was too strong.

Now you could only look yourself in the broken mirror pieces, seeing the person who didn't feel nor look like you, a stranger of sorts. It made you want to shout and cry. Shout at the world for making you like this, for giving you this body you absolutely hate yet can't bring yourself to change. Cry because of the fear mixed with dysphoria, the two emotions that will never leave your side.

You just wished, hoped, begged the gods above that they would just let you be yourself in peace. Why was it so hard for you? Ronin made it look so easy to achieve this happiness, this freedom. Why must you be the person who can't change?

You didn't even know when you sat on the floor, knees pressed against your chest, head in your hands as you cried your pain out. The pain from your dysphoria, from all the times you stopped yourself from looking like you desired to.

Suddenly a hand squeezed your shoulder, you looked up and noticed Ronin sitting right next to you. You wiped the tears into your sleeve and sniffed.

"Ro? What are you doing here?"

You asked, hating the way your voice sounds. You would much rather be mute than hear this woman every time you speak.

"We were supposed to meet up, remember?"

He replied, wiping a new tear that run down your cheek with his thumb.

"O-oh, yeah."

Now you remembered. You and Ronin planned to hangout around the town, go for a walk or some other couple activity thing. It completely escaped your mind when you started to hate how round your chest is under your baggy sweater this morning.

"Guess we're stayin' indoors."

His words surprised you. Why did he want to change your plans? Maybe he hates the way you look too, or he's ashamed of showing himself with something like you.

"Hey, silence the thoughts. I can hear them from here."

Ronin said, cupping your face in his hands. His expression was much softer than the one he shows to people. There was this understanding and worry in his eyes, he knew how you feel. He wanted to be there for you.

"Ro... What if I won't look like a man even after I will try to change myself? What if they will still see a woman when they look at me?"

You finally spoke your mind out loud. Yeah, Ronin knows about you being as grotesque as him, but he never heard about your issue.

"Darlin', it's not people deciding who you are. It's only you who can decide these things. If you feel as and say that you're a man, then you're the mot fucking handsome man I have seen."

He paused to place a soft kiss to your forehead.

"You will never be happy with yourself if the thoughts will win with you. Fuck people, fuck the society. Be yourself, be the devil they fear if you must. Just don't let those assholes get into your head."

You could tell that Ronin was talking about his past self too, after all the whole town made him the devil and that's where this whole devil-may-care act came from.

"I... I'm scared Ronin. I want to cut my hair, I want to bind, but I'm so scared of the outcome."

Your voice was weak, more like a pained whisper. You were just so afraid, so terrified of this change.

"What if I cut your hair?"

"What?"

Ronin's question threw you off, what did it have to do with anything?

"I cut my own hair, and I don't look like a lady, now do i?"

You understood now. If someone like Ronin who cuts his own hair since forever will do your hair, you will be sure that he won't make it look too feminine.

"Okay."

You nodded your head slowly. Still uncertain, but you need to take that step, you need to be brave. For your desire, for your happiness.

"See? You're surrendering to the devil."

He kissed you, gentle and affectionate. That kiss was supposed to help you soothe your nerves before the big event, and it somehow did.

Now, the Devil will help you shape yourself, who else to trust with it than the man who shaped himself?

[goth-brushbug]

Sorry to break this to you, but not every trans/queer person on this site is from the US. The queer discourse is so America centred ppl always assume that everyone else is also from the US (or sometimes from the UK) because we speak english

Also, I can't really find any useful advice on here regarding trans health care, surgeries, etc. No, I can't cover anything from my insurance. I'm gonna have to start a fundraising for my transition. Options for getting top surgery here as a nonbinary person (Poland) are so very limited. And I can't correct my gender marker because there are only 2 binary genders in the eyes of law (suggesting that I can change it to other binary is very insensitive)

[solaarneet]

Akiyoshi Family AU

gonna just drop this here. basically an AU that centres around Shadow falling to Earth after SA2 and landing in the care of the Flint and Hinawa. the first image was done before i did my Shadow study, that's why he looks weird and not like a starfish.

these were also from last year, but i'm still proud of what i put together, hope you guys enjoy :D

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[Start IDs: The first picture has several skecthes on a digital saturated yellow background of Shadow the Hedgehog interacting with Lucas' family from Mother 3 all in blue and red. The first sketch, top left, is of Shadow holding a baby Claus, with Flint saying: "This is one of your little brother's! His name is Claus." Shadow is looking down at Claus in awe, and then a simple chibi version has him with tears streaming down his face and his quills puffed out and the phrase: "Official Older Brother" in all caps above his head. The next sketch is closer to the right edge of the canvas of Hinawa combing through Shadow's quills with a comb while he sits down. He's battered and bandaged, and red text under near the sketch: "Found near Tazmily." Bottom right sketch had Shadow on the floor, watching a baby Lucas with intense interest and text saying: "Was told to watch Lucas." The final sketch has Flint patting Shadow's head, just above them reads: "Helped sheer sheep."

The second image is of several digital sketches of Shadow the Hedgehog and a study on how to draw him, in red and blue. The first two sketches, at the top, are of Shadow's head, one facing forward and the other looking to the right. His left ear is flopped over, and the red highlights are now transformed into stylised scales. Under the front facing head are two bullet points saying: "Starfish silhouette" & "Scales". In the middle of the canvas are two sketches of his body, and of his hands. Shadow's chest fur covers more of his chest, and transitions into his back quills, he has scales on his upper-arm and stomach. The sketches of Shadow's hands are of one being gloved and palm facing up, with the second un-gloved tilted to the right and his fingers bent, showing paw-pads. Finally, at the bottom are sketches of his shoes that were traced from his official model. End ID]