#and a calmer slower lifestyle

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

I swing wildly between "I want to live in a big city with a variety of restaurants, museums, concerts, nightlife, gay options, and everything I could want either in walking distance or a short ride away on public transportation" and "I want to live in a cute, quiet, safe town where I can have a garden and a dog and a large kitchen to bake and a nice house with room for my piano and books instead of a tiny apartment" and I can't decide which I really want more.

[slaymitchabernathy]

Chemtrails Over the Country Club

It’s loud at this party. In this house. Whenever the fuck Coriolanus is right now. He can barely hear himself think with the bass of the speakers rattling his skull.

But he’s not here to think.

He’s here to sell.

He’s a drug dealer. Wasn’t always a drug dealer. No, he had great ambitions, big dreams but dreams don’t always come true. When his grandmother got sick he didn’t know what to do, who to ask for help.

He remembers it so clearly, how he’d been called into the office at the Academy, to talk to the Dean about his failing grades. Dean Highbottom wasn’t a sympathetic man, especially since he for some reason, despised Coriolanus and his father.

His father was dead, so he didn’t really get that part.

Coriolanus had brushed it off though, for the sake of the conversation. He’d told the Dean about his financial troubles and all while doing this Highbottom was pulling out a bottle, unscrewing the cap, and dropping a few drops of something into his mouth.

Coriolanus saw how relaxed the Dean became, how much happier he seemed, slower, calmer.

Coriolanus started selling morphling. Along with other various drugs but morphing was his biggest seller. That’s why he comes to these parties where stupid rich kids blow all their parent's money when other people can barely afford to get by as it is.

Coriolanus isn’t rich, but he isn’t poor. He’s a drug dealer, that in itself explains his financial situation.

Once his grandmother died, he inherited his apartment, his penthouse. It wasn’t much, still isn’t much, but it’s paid for, and it’s his.

He’s supposed to be looking for customers, regulars, and anyone in between but he can’t help but glance over at the couch by the fireplace where a pretty girl with blonde hair is sitting, laughing with her friends.

He can’t see her face but he knows she’s pretty, has a pretty face, pretty laugh, pretty smile.

He’s distracted from pretty when one of his old classmates gives him a wave, nodding towards the stairs that lead up to the second floor of whoever’s house this is. Coriolanus nods and makes his way over to the couch, his fingers slipping into her soft hair as he gently tugs her head back.

Soarynn looks up at him, a smile splayed across her lips, “Yes?”

He glances back at the stairs to see his classmate making their way up already, “Gonna head upstairs,” he tells her over the music, “be careful okay?”

Soarynn nods, giving him a wink, “I’ll be so careful,” she sarcastically remarks. He rolls his eyes and places a kiss on her forehead before going upstairs.

Having a girlfriend is hard enough already. You need to know what to say, what to wear, how to touch her, how to take care of her. It’s fucking exhausting is what it is. But not when it’s with Soarynn.

Coriolanus met her one night at a nightclub, Plubirus Bell’s nightclub to be specific. She’s a waitress there, and she’s pretty damn good at her job since it involves a lot of flirting.

She worked her charm on Coriolanus, batting those long lashes, keeping up with his sense of humor and not batting an eye when he’d shifted in his seat, revealing the gun he carried on him at all times.

Two hours later he was fucking her in the club's bathroom, drunk on something sweet and she was something sweeter.

He tried to shake her off after that. It was for her own safety. He was a dangerous man living a dangerous lifestyle. This wasn’t the place for romance. Someone could hurt her, he could hurt her. But Soarynn was so damn persistent, always meeting up with him on her breaks, always finding him at parties trying to buy off of him even though he never sold her anything. He didn’t want her on that shit.

Eventually, after enough shaking, Soarynn stuck onto him like glue and they’d been that way ever since. She wasn’t as soft as she looked, she had her own rough edges, her own heartbreaks, and scars. And she knew he wasn’t perfect, wasn’t the most thoughtful person or kindest person but that was alright with her.

Coriolanus made his way up the stairs and found his classmate nervously shifting in the dark hallway, “Let’s go in here,” Coriolanus says, walking into the nearest bedroom. He doesn’t like doing deals in a dark hallway, it’s almost cliche to him, like doing shit in a dark alley while wearing a trench coat.

“So um, I heard you sell morphling,” his classmate says, shoving his hands in his pockets. It slightly annoys Coriolanus but only because you never know what someone might pull out. He’s been stabbed before, he remembers how odd it was to see bright red blood on his pale porcelain skin. All because he wouldn’t sell some asshole ten vials of morphling for the price of five.

But what he remembers most was how many shifts Soarynn had to take on to cover his hospital bills. Being a drug dealer wasn’t always the best source of income, wasn’t always reliable, and never looked good in the eyes of the law. It looked much better if the money was coming from Soarynn who’d been working at her job for a good five years. It still didn’t make Coriolanus feel any better while he rested up, watching her work herself to the bone while they only had one source of income until he could start selling again. He found that asshole the day he got his stitches out. Beat him until you couldn’t make out his face, stole his wallet too. Coriolanus bought Soarynn whatever the fuck she wanted that day, happy to see her smiling as she bit into a chocolate pastry. No one hurt his girl. Ever.

“How much do you need?” He asks, looking his classmate up and down. He’s some rich boy who probably doesn’t even remember Coriolanus but that doesn’t really matter right now since he’s gonna be the one paying. Soarynn’s been wanting some new shoes for work and this deal is gonna pay for them. Before his classmate can ever respond the sound of gunshots causes them both to freeze.

Coriolanus feels his blood run cold when he hears screams and he’s bolting downstairs in an instant.

It’s chaos downstairs. Lights are still strobing, music is still playing and everyone is running around. His eyes dart to the couch where he last saw her and it's empty.

She’s gone.

“I’ll be so careful.”

Those words play over and over in his head as he pushes through the panicked crowd, yelling his girlfriend’s name. He can’t see her blonde head of hair, can’t see anything with so many people in the way. Until he sees the dark curls of Sejanus Plinth, one of his good friends. “Plinth!” He yells, desperately trying to get to his friend. Sejanus who’s near the door glances back and his eyes widen at the sight of Coriolanus, “Coryo! C’mon, we’ve gotta get out of here!”

Coriolanus swears when someone bumps into him, sending his gun scattering onto the ground. This, of course, causes people to freak out even more and some wide-eyed twenty-year-old is pointing his finger at him like they’re at recess, “He’s got a gun!” He cries. Coriolanus isn’t even able to fully process what happens next. All of a sudden he’s got his hands behind his back and he’s being shoved into the back of a Peacekeeper truck.

Sejanus is right behind him, free of handcuffs and pleading for his friend's innocence, “He didn’t do anything! He’s not the shooter!” One Peacekeeper holds out his hand, silencing Sejanus, “Listen, kid, a few people are injured, we’ve got more than one suspect, just keep it moving before we take you in too.”

Sejanus swallows at the thought of also being taken into the station and he locks eyes with Coriolanus, “We’ll get you out,” he says before the doors close shut.

Third Person POV

Tears stream down Soarynn’s face while she stares at the floor. She’s sitting on Festus Creed’s bed while Festus paces back and forth in front of her, frantically making phone calls.

Tonight has taken a toll on all of them.

One minute they’d been enjoying a party and the next shots were going off and everyone was running in every which direction.

Festus had found Soarynn immediately, grabbing her and dragging her out despite her protests to wait for her boyfriend to come and find her.

Festus was one of Coriolanus’s closest friends and he knew the blond well enough to know that he’d actually kill him if he found out he hadn’t gotten his girl out safely when he had the chance.

They’d made it out onto the street, finding Sejanus as well who ran back into the house to find Coriolanus.

Soarynn had chewed the inside of her cheek raw as they waited outside, the cold air biting into her skin. Normally Coriolanus would give her his jacket but things were far from normal.

They’d heard the Peacekeeper trucks rolling up and Festus was quick to suggest they clear it before they were being questioned. It didn’t help that he had drugs on him, along with two guns so he was anxious to leave.

They’d gone to the city centre where they eventually ran back into Sejanus who was without Coriolanus. “He’s been arrested,” he’d panted, “they took him into the station.”

Which is how they were in this current predicament. In all her years of dating Coriolanus, she’d never thought he’d get arrested, and for something he didn’t even do.

“We have to get him out!” She cries, pulling her knees up to her chest as she looks up at the boys, her mascara running down her cheeks.

They both exchanged nervous looks, both for the situation they were currently in and the state Soarynn was currently in.

Although he’d never admit it, Coriolanus Snow had an extremely soft spot for his girlfriend and his girlfriend only. He wasn’t even nice to other girls. To see Soarynn cry would anger him beyond reasoning and he’d do everything in his power to make her feel better. But he was arrested so they were fucked.

“His bail won’t be posted until early this morning,” Festus says, stopping to tap his foot. He was slightly strung out. Tonight’s events had brought the more desperate side of Festus Creed, someone who much like Coriolanus and Soarynn, hadn’t grown up with money and was doing the best with what he had. He’d been so stressed that he’d tapped into his own stash, snorting one line to calm himself down.

Soarynn frowned up at him, “Is that all we can do? We can’t go down to the station and give a statement?”

Both boys shudder at the thought of willingly going to where the Peacekeepers gathered. Coriolanus was most likely fuming behind bars right now and they didn’t long to join him. “They could question us Sejanus says with a sigh, “and we’d be no good to Coryo if we’re also behind bars.”

Soarynn bites her lip and nods, he’s right. They’ll just have to wait.

“You sleep here,” Festus tells her, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, “we’ll come wake you before we go to get him.”

Soarynn forces a small smile and nods, “Okay, thank you both for taking care of me tonight,” she says, looking up at both boys. They’ve become a small family over the years, all dealt a shitty hand at life but still managing to play their cards to the best of their abilities.

Sejanus grins, “We’re family, it’s what we do. Now try and get some sleep, Nightingale.”

Soarynn rolls her eyes and watches both boys leave the bedroom, closing the door behind them. All the dealers she knows of go by their last name. Snow, Creed, Plinth. And while Coriolanus would never let her sell anything, they often all joke around and call her by her last name as well.

It’s hard for her to fall asleep, to do anything but worry for her boyfriend who should be here with her, not behind bars. They should be back home, curled up in their bed, his arms around her while he presses kisses to her back.

Festus was right though, she should get some sleep before the bail is posted. Soarynn looks around the small bedroom and wonders how many girls Festus had brought in here and suddenly the bed feels much filthier. Festus doesn’t live too far from her and Coriolanus but his apartment is significantly smaller, he calls it his bachelor pad. Whatever the hell that means.

Soarynn manages to get a few hours of sleep before there’s a knock at the door and she’s bolting up right to answer it. It’s Festus and he looks like he hasn’t gotten much sleep either, “They posted his bail,” he says sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

Soarynn nervously tugs at the shirt he lent her, “How much is it? Can we go get him right now? Is he okay?”

Festus holds up his hands, “Woah, woah, too many questions kid. First, it’s four thousand to get him out.”

Soarynn can’t stop the gasp from leaving her lips. Four thousand is a lot of money, more money than she has saved up. Obviously, her line of work is safer, more legal but she doesn’t even know if Coriolanus has that much stashed away somewhere and if he does then she hasn’t a clue where to find it.

Festus nods as if agreeing with her gasp, “Secondly, we’re gonna go get him, you are going to stay here in case some other shit goes down. And I have no idea how Coryo’s holding up, they wouldn’t let me talk to him when I called.”

Soarynn slouches, this is horrible, rotten luck for all of them and her boyfriend’s paying the price for it. Speaking of the price…how are they going to get him out?

“I have two thousand,” she says, “so that’s half.”

Fetus softens his expression slightly, “Soarynn you don’t need to do that,” he tells her, “we can scrounge up enough money and I can make some cal-“

“I want him home Festus,” Soarynn cuts him off, “I don’t give a fuck if I have to start working more shifts or working the corner, I want him back.”

That seems to be final enough because Festus begrudgingly nods, “Okay,” he agrees, “we’ll go get him.”

Coriolanus POV

He’s fuming. Absolutely fuming.

Coriolanus sits on the edge of the bench while he stares out into the hallway that runs between cells.

Fucking arrested and for something he didn’t even do.

This might have been the longest seven hours of his entire life and the Peacekeepers certainly made sure of that. They asked him all sorts of questions, most of them were so fucking stupid but they were persistent on asking them.

It was hard for him to focus though, hard for him to think of anything but Soarynn.

Was she okay? Did she get shot? Did someone hurt her?

He’d gotten so worried he even asked the two Peacekeepers who were questioning him if they’d seen her.

“Don’t mean to interrupt you,” he’d said curtly, leaning forward, “but you didn’t see a blonde girl in that group of people who got hurt right?”

They’d both exchanged confused looks on why this delinquent was asking them a question but one of them took the bait, “Blonde girl you said?”

Coriolanus had nodded, cracking his knuckles as he leaned back in the cold metal chair, “Yeah. Blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles across her face, she’s about five-six. She’s my girl. Was trying to find her when I got arrested.” He’d shot them a dirty look, hoping maybe they’d feel some guilt.

They’d promised to check the hospital and finished questioning him before sending him into an all too crowded cell, full of other people who’d been arrested tonight.

Coriolanus kept his head down, kept quiet while a few other guys whispered to each other. He didn’t even care about being arrested, that it would be on his permanent record, he just cared about Soarynn.

The heavy footsteps of an approaching Peacekeeper alerted him and he raised his head, watching the man slow down until he stood in front of the cell Coriolanus was in.

“Snow?” He asks, looking around.

Coriolanus nods, “That’s me.”

The Peacekeeper grunts, “Your bails been posted. Four thousand.” Several people let out low whistles. Four thousand was damn near outrageous considering he’d been clean when they questioned him. Sure the gun looked bad, but he wasn’t guilty.

At least not this time.

He sucks the air between his teeth and nods, hanging his head back down. His friends will come to get him soon, he knows that much.

“Oh and we checked the hospital, your girls not in there.” That piece of information makes his heart race and his eyes slightly widen. She’s okay, Soarynn must have gotten out, holed up with one of her friends or even gone back to the apartment.

Coriolanus feels a weight lifted off his chest but he doesn’t let it show. He just nods and keeps his head down, waiting to get out.

It feels like hours go by until he hears his name being called again, “Snow! Looks like you’re gettin’ out of here.”

It’s about time, he thinks as he stands up, wiping his hands on his pants.

Coriolanus makes his way to the barred door, waiting for someone to come let him out. That’s when someone behind him speaks up, “That pretty blonde girl is your girl?” Coriolanus turns to see some brunette around his height looking at him, his arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the wall. Coriolanus feels like he’s seen him before, heard of him before and the same probably goes for him. He’s a well-known face, name, idea.

Coriolanus nods, noticing the bruise blooming on the brunette's face. He’s pretty sure he fought back against the Peacekeepers when they all got arrested, which meant he was carrying something, got caught with something. Coriolanus wonders what his bail is. He only got posted first because he was the most reserved out of all of them, the most quiet.

“Yeah, she’s my girl,” he answers, his voice gravely. He hasn’t had anything to drink since the party, anything to eat or any sleep. He’s so ready to get the hell out of here. What’s taking this Peacekeeper so long?

“She looks like a good time, type of girl you wanna bend over whenever and wherever,” the young man says, smirking as he looks Coriolanus up and down.

Coriolanus has to force himself to manually breathe when he hears that, hears someone, some asshole so blatantly disrespecting his girl.

Since the beginning of their relationship, he’s been firm with his friends about how they can talk to Soarynn, talk about Soarynn. She’s his girl, not some object. Soarynn’s been the best part of his life, the only thing he has to live for sometimes.

Soarynn brings out a different side of him, a softer side, a kinder side, more gentle and caring. He hopes she’s okay.

“Don’t talk about my girl like that,” he says, his jaw clenching along with his fist. He's not asking, he's telling.

This guy seems to think it's funny because he laughs, "Don't worry Snow, me and my boys will pay her a visit as soon as we get out."

Coriolanus surveys the cell he's been stuck in and notices several other young men looking him up and down, all with various bruises. It doesn't really matter if he got bailed out anymore, not when he's about to be arrested for murder.

He doesn't get the chance though because that Peacekeeper finally found the keys and is unlocking the door but Coriolanus isn't a man who's easily satisfied, he turns one last time, giving the brunette a deadly glare, "You touch her and I'll fucking kill you."

He has to be physically pulled out of the cell and ignores the whistles and catcalls he gets, all of them taunting him. He's taken to a separate room where he's reunited with all of his belongings.

Dog tags, keys, wallet, lighter, and his jacket.

"Try and stay out of trouble," the Peacekeeper says, eyeing him up and down, "oh, and we'll be searching your apartment once you leave, so it'd be best for you to find some other place to stay until we're done."

Coriolanus can't stop his eyes from widening. Search his apartment? "What do you think you're gonna find in my apartment?" He asks, some edge in his tone. The Peacekeeper gives him an all too cocky smile, "It's just a standard procedure. We picked up all sorts of people at that party and you all seem to fall under the same category one way or another. We've been keeping an eye on you, Mr. Snow."

So they've been watching him. That does nothing to ease his worries, especially since they've probably been waiting for the ball to drop, to finally take him in. And now they're going to search his penthouse from top to bottom. What is he going to tell Soarynn? Where will they live?

When he first met Soarynn she was living in all sorts of places, hopping from couch to couch. She'd been kicked out of her own family's apartment the day she turned eighteen and had been on her own ever since. Couldn't pay rent, didn't have a job, left on her own.

She'd moved in with Coriolanus shortly after they started dating and she'd been there ever since. How could he tell her that their home was being torn apart?

"I've gotta tell my girl, let her get some of her clothes," he tells the Peacekeeper, "she didn't do anything...I...I keep her away from all of this." He knows he might be saying too much, but he can't let Soarynn fall under the blame. They could try to investigate her too, show up at her job. He doesn't need that.

A frown tugs the Peacekeeper's lips and he eyes the dog tags hanging around Coriolanus's neck, "You served Panem as a Peacekeeper?" Coriolanus nods, his fingers grabbing the silver tags, "Did a couple months in Twelve before I got sent back." His commander had called it an "honorable discharge" which was code for Coriolanus was getting caught up trying to play the game in Twelve, selling people all sorts of stuff. Safe to say, he didn't last long as a Peacekeeper. But, it did earn him some more street cred, he even kept his hair shaved down to a buzzcut, foregoing his golden curls.

The man across from him sighs, rubbing his hand over his face, "She can go in and get her stuff but she needs a Peacekeeper escort. Can't have her running around and hiding things."

Coriolanus can't help but smirk at the idea of Soarynn trying to cover his tracks. She doesn't know where he's stashed away anything, and probably never will. It's safer that way if she's in the dark. "Thanks," is all he says, gathering the rest of his belongings, "and thanks for the fun field trip. Best way to spend my weekend."

꧁ ꧂

Coriolanus is immediately engulfed in a bear hug from Sejanus who squeezes him so tight, "Coryo I thought you were a goner, we're so glad you're okay."

Coriolanus doesn't really like hugs or any physical intimacy for that matter. Unless it's with Soarynn. But he returns this hug wholeheartedly, his friends came through for him and he can't ignore that. "Where's Soarynn?" Is the first thing he says when he pulls away. His eyes dart to Festus who looks like he rolled right out of bed to come bail him out, "She's back at my place. Didn't want it to get too crowded in here," he says.

The lobby they're currently standing in is a ghost town but Coriolanus knows what Festus means, had they also gotten arrested, Soarynn would be the only one to get all three of them out.

Coriolanus finally lets out a true sigh of relief. Soarynn is okay, she's safe and soon she'll be in his arms again. Five years ago Coriolanus would have laughed at the thought of him worrying about some girl, but now it's all he does.

They're quick to leave the station once everything's been settled, Coriolanus won't miss that place. "How much do I owe you guys?" He asks, walking down the dark Capitol streets towards Festus's apartment. Festus shares a knowing glance with Sejanus, "One thousand each," he says causally. Coriolanus frowns, that's only half. "Who paid the other half?" Sejanus stops in his tracks and sighs, trading his hand through his dark curls, "Look Coryo, Soarynn paid one half and we paid the other half so we could get you out as soon as possible." Coriolanus grits his teeth, his hands balling up again, "And you let her?" He hisses, so fucking angry that his own girl had to have a hand in bailing him out.

Festus raises both hands in surrender but his demeanor is anything but laid back, "Look, if you wanna go back in there, be my guest. You know business has been slow and we didn't have enough to make four thousand, not without making some calls and cutting some deals. Soarynn gave me two thousand and said she'd start working the corner if she had to. All she wants is for you to come home so can you do that? If not for me then for her."

Coriolanus pinches the bridge of his nose, "We can't even go home now. They're searching the apartment." Both Sejanus and Festus swear under their breath. They both know what it's like to have your place ransacked by Peacekeepers. It was only a matter of time until the same thing happened to Coriolanus.

Festus grips his shoulder, giving him a slight playful jostle, "You two can hole up with me then. I've got the pullout couch and as long as you two don't fuck on it, we should be good." Coriolanus can't help but smile, especially because he knows the things Festus has done on that couch. They should burn it if anything. "Okay, okay thank you Festus. We'll be out of your hair in no time."

Festus smirks, "Sure Snow."

꧁ ꧂

When they finally get to the apartment the sun is just beginning to rise. Coriolanus is exhausted. He's also hungry and desperately needs a shower but above all else, he needs Soarynn.

She's not in the living room when they walk in and Festus nods towards his bedroom, "She's in there."

Coriolanus strides over to the closed door and quietly opens it, feeling his entire body relax when he sees Soarynn curled up on the foot of the bed. The door slightly creaks when he closes it and her eyes fly open, zeroing in on him. Soarynn's up in seconds, throwing herself into his arms, burying her face in his chest.

Coriolanus wraps his arms around her small frame, burying his nose in her soft blonde hair, smelling vanilla. "I'm so sorry Soarynn," he whispers, rocking them back and forth, "I'm so fucking sorry."

He's not one for tears but he's nearly moved to them when he sees Soarynn's eyes already bloodshot, her body clinging onto his like a lifeline. “Thought I might never see you again,” she whispers, her voice shaky. His heart breaks all over again seeing his sweet girl so shaken up. Normally she’s cool and collected, not letting his lifestyle affect her. But every once in a while it becomes too much, gets to her and she breaks down. It’s moments like these that make Coriolanus want to start working an office job and leave this all behind.

But he can’t. She knows that. Knows what she’s getting into by dating him.

He presses a kiss to her forehead, pulling her even tighter against his body, “I’m here baby, I’m right here.” He knows why she was so scared. He’s all she has. Both her parents died during the war, of swine flu. It’s a sick type of funny because now it can be easily cured by a vaccine. You can’t even catch it if you’ve already had it once. But it left Soarynn all alone. Then she met him.

She was also his everything. No living family, barely any friends. She put up with his shitty lifestyle without complaint.

"Did they...did they hurt you?" She asks, pulling away to inspect him which brings a small smile to his lips at her doting nature. Coriolanus shakes his head, "No, but I didn't do much resisting. You should've seen some of the other guys." His mind drifts back to the one brunette who so blatantly threatened the girl he loves. He doesn't even realize how tight he's squeezing her until she rests a hand on his face, her hand so soft and warm against his cold skin, "Coryo? Are you okay?"

Coriolanus shakes himself from his thoughts, he can worry about that asshole later. Right now he needs to focus on his girl. He nods, leaning down to press a kiss to her nose, something that always makes her giggle and it does even now despite how horrible the past twenty-four hours have been for both of them.

"Just tired," he says, which isn't a lie, he's fucking exhausted and that bed looks so tempting, even if Festus has fucked every girl in the Capitol on it. He's willing to make sacrifices today.

They both curl up, Soarynn's back pressed to his chest while he wraps his arms around her, content to never let her go again. Sometimes he wonders how much easier their lives would be if they never met each other. Dealing drugs is as complicated as it gets and he knows one day it'll get past being complicated. It'll get personal.

He doubts Soarynn slept much without him, she never does. But he can feel her body slowly drifting off and he presses a kiss under her ear, "I love you," he whispers. He knows he should say it more, show it more. But it's hard. Hard when you're supposed to be a big and bad drug dealer who doesn't show emotion.

He'll have to change that though. She's all he has, and he's all she has. No parents, no relatives, just them.

Nobody's son, nobody's daughter.

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Unveiling Bliss: The Art of Deep Tissue Massage in Singapore

Amidst the vibrant energy of Singapore, where life's demands can take a toll on your body, finding solace in the form of a deep tissue massage is a true gift. This therapeutic technique goes beyond surface-level relaxation, delving deep into your muscles to release tension and restore vitality. Let's journey into the realm of deep tissue massage and explore its transformative benefits.

**1. The Essence of Deep Tissue Massage: Beyond the Surface

Deep tissue massage is a massage technique designed to target the deeper layers of muscles and connective tissues. Unlike traditional Swedish massages, which focus on gentle kneading and long strokes, deep tissue massage employs firmer pressure and slower movements to reach those areas where tension is often stored.

**2. Alleviating Chronic Pain and Tension: A Lifeline for Muscles

For those grappling with chronic pain and muscle tension, deep tissue massage can be a lifeline. By targeting adhesions and knots in the muscles, this technique promotes improved circulation and helps break down scar tissue. Whether it's from an injury, poor posture, or stress-induced muscle tightness, the deep pressure applied during the massage can provide much-needed relief.

**3. Restoring Mobility and Flexibility: Unlocking Your Body's Potential

Stiff muscles can hinder your mobility and limit your body's flexibility. Deep tissue massage aids in releasing muscle tension and increasing range of motion. As the therapist works on your muscles, you may notice newfound flexibility and freedom of movement, enhancing your overall physical performance.

**4. Aiding Injury Recovery: Supporting Your Body's Healing Process

Deep tissue massage is an excellent companion for injury recovery. By increasing blood flow to the affected areas, it accelerates the body's natural healing process. It can help reduce inflammation, break down scar tissue, and alleviate muscle spasms, allowing you to bounce back more quickly from injuries.

**5. Mind and Body Harmony: Holistic Healing

Beyond the physical benefits, deep tissue massage also promotes mental relaxation. As tension melts away, stress levels decrease, leading to a calmer state of mind. The deep pressure applied during the massage triggers the release of endorphins, promoting an overall sense of well-being and tranquility.

In the heart of Singapore's dynamic lifestyle, gifting yourself the experience of a deep tissue massage is a step towards profound relaxation and healing. This technique isn't just a treatment for sore muscles; it's a journey towards restoring your body's balance and vitality. As skilled hands work their magic, tensions unravel, pain dissipates, and a sense of rejuvenation washes over you. Embrace the art of deep tissue massage and let its transformative touch guide you towards a state of blissful wellness.

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On to how big how blue how beautiful now. I enjoy most of this album,it's more grounded lyric wise than before but still has the biblical and myrh metaphors throughout. She was trying to channel male artists her whole career and she comes closest on this album. The addition a brass section was a dream come true for me, I watched the original teaser over and over for that finish. I like the angrier tone in some songs here. It was also developed with a desire to move on from the ceremonial/lungs sound and it accomplishes that.

Ship to wreck as an opener. On an album where she wasn't allowed to write about water. Ok. Well the verse about killer whales and sharks is cool. But it's a fairly weak opener by her standards. A safe, Fleetwood Mac kind of track. But the chorus is weak, ship to wreck over and over isn't exactly catchy. The music video is neat though, a glimpse into her house. 5/10

What kind of man is a much better track. It's introduces the rock aspect and the brass. The distorted vocals at the start are new for her and it works well with the sinister choir. This reminds me of old pre lungs Florence, angry with guitars. It does have the weakest lyric sadly 'dont let me dangle at a cruel angle' still makes me cringe. The video for this is a bit uncomfortable with the dungeon section. There's an acoustic version somewhere with the harp where she seethes during this song and it's worth seeking out 9/10

Title track now and gonna be honest, most of this song is a bit bland to me. Iirc I think it has something to do with Felix baumgartner doing that space jump but can't be sure. It is the first song to name a real life location,. marking a change in her writing. The ending though is fucking sublime, a real career standout. Tbh, I usually just skip to the end when this comes up. 7/10

Queen of peace is an old style Florence song with a new brass section. It's a story telling kind of song, lots of drums, back to the fantasy imagery. One of my favourites on this album. I quite liked the video on a Scottish island, as I was living in Scotland at the time. A dramatic tale and it was great live too. 10/10

VS&S is her first properly stripped back song, for the most part. I know a lot of people love this. I do like it, but I prefer the other quieter songs on this album. Some very delicate vocals, that grow stronger as it goes on. 6/10

Delilah kind of sounds like it could fit on lungs imo. Drums, biblical references, stomps and clapping. It's a very primal song, driving by percussion and vocals. I love the fast pace of it. I guesz this might be connected to her love of dance inspired by Pina Bausch she discovered while recording this. 7/10

Long and lost is my favourite of the slower tracks here. I really like the choir in the background. Tbh I think it could have done fine with just the choir. She restrains herself a lot more on this track, but it kind of get overlooked on favour of Vs&s. 7/10

I used to fucking hate caught. I've been pretty mean about it. I found it goofy. I like it a bit more now, probably because I've listened to more artists that inspired it. But it's overshadowed by better songs on this album, and it's does sound a bit generic. Biblical references here again. Not as bad as I remember, but still nothing special. Her vocals are quite sweet here, but the music isn't interesting. And it could be shorter 5/10

Third eye and it's handclaps, thumping drums and an upbeat vibe, I see this as another dog days, hbhbhb style. It's catchy though, and the brass saves this from being generic. And I really love that scene in the video where Rob comes in. The lyrics are quite personal, about her newfound sobriety and calmer lifestyle 8/10

Then heart beat from cosmic love returns in this much more laid back at Jude. I think this was Anne's after a storm that happened at the time of recording. See, she can do restraint everybody. Another song about moving on from chaos. This song flows along at a nice steady pace, never swelling onto that typical Florence finish. 6/10

This album was inspired by a lot of 60s and 70s acts and Mother seems like the most obvious tribute to that. The album version doesn't so mux for me but the live version has the brass that improves it so much. But going purely by the album it's a 6/10

Hiding is a song that seems to be a fan favourite and I tbh I'm a little lost as to why that is. It's ok, the harp is more prominent here and I know people where missing that on this album. Lyrics are ok, nothing groundbreaking. I don't dislike it,but never quite got the hype for this one and I still don't. It's doesn't fit with the album so I can see why it's a deluxe extra. 5/10

Make up your mind has Florence as an executioner. Unique concept. Water references again. And the harp is back too. I like it a bit more than hiding,but it's just ok. 6/10

Which witch. The cast off from that scrapped album so many want. Doesn't fit here at all, more at home on ceremonials or lungs but I'm glad we have it, and it feels fairly complete for a demo. The drama here reminds me more of breath of life than anything else. Again, a song some people say is self parody, but I love it. If Florence doesn't write orchestral songs about witches who will?9/10.

Pure feeling, a pleasant song. A bit Fleetwood Mac lite. The harp is back here. Shame it's a stupid exclusive for some American shop 🙄. I don't like it as much as I remember though. A bit bland 6/10

Conductor is another exclusive. Another meta song. I don't like the piano in this song, no real reason, I just don't like it. Not too bothered this is exclusive honestly 4/10.

I am very fucking bothered about as far as I can get being exclusive however, a vinyl b-side to this day, what the fuck. It's another restrained song, but it's done so well. Far more grounded and realistic lyrics here. It's just cool and one of my top fatm songs. 10/10.

Stand by me. Florence covers this with a harp accompanying. Pretty much it. I don't like this song, never did and still don't. 1/10.

Too much is never enough. A dramatic song for a video game. It's pretty good, if a bit too long and I rarely return to it 6/10

I will be is more of an atmosphere building track than a song in it's own right. Not played the game but it's quite nice. 7/10

I love you all the time. A charity single that doesn't change much. It's fine. 5/10

Wish that you where here is a other one people seem to love but again I don't share that sentiment. It's good, but doesn't grab my attention. Could have been shorter 5/10

So I still really love this album.Though I still don't really get the oddysey music video's and I doubt I ever will. It showed that she could do restraint and grounded lyrical imagery if she felt like it. The biblical imagery is still present though.Her soul/rock inspirations are more clear here.

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7 Reasons To Adopt A Senior Dog

According to most veterinarians, a dog falls into the “senior” category around age seven. The size of a dog, however, affects this categorization. Smaller dogs mature slower and become seniors later in life than larger dogs. Animal shelters are filled with healthy and active senior dogs that are in need of a home.

When you’re thinking about picking up a dog from your local shelter, don’t look past the older dogs. They make great pets for a number of reasons.

Positives to Adopting and Older Dog

Senior dogs at shelters need homes just as badly as younger dogs

Many older dogs were once owned and loved by someone. For whatever reason, they were given up and abandoned in a shelter and need a home. Just like puppies and younger adoptable dogs, they make loyal and loving companions.

Adopting an older dog may save its life

Many people are quick to adopt puppies and younger dogs, often overlooking dogs over the age of five. Shelters are overcrowded and unfortunately, older dogs are among the first to be euthanized if they aren’t adopted in a timely manner. By adopting a senior dog, you are not only providing it with a better life but are also saving it from being put down.

Older dogs are not necessarily “problem dogs” as many tend to think

Senior dogs lose their homes for a variety of reasons, usually having nothing to do with their behavior or temperament, but more due to the fact that their owners are unable to keep them for reasons including: the novelty of owning a dog wearing off, allergies, death of a guardian, a new baby, loss of a job, a move, change in work schedule, and various other lifestyle changes. These dogs need homes just as badly as young adoptees do and make wonderful household pets.

Older dogs usually come trained and understand at least basic commands

Most older dogs are potty-trained and have mastered the basic commands such as “sit,” “stay,” “come,” and “down.” Adopting an already-trained dog will save you a lot of time and energy that you’d normally have to dedicate towards training a young dog.

You can teach an old dog new tricks

Dogs can be trained at any age and older dogs are just as smart as younger ones. Older dogs have a greater attention span than a puppy, which make them easier to train.

Older dogs are calmer and less energetic than younger dogs

An adult dog has graduated from the puppy stage and has an established demeanor and temperament, which will give you an instant idea of how it will fit into your household. Older dogs have all their adult teeth and are out of the energetic puppy phase, which will result in less destruction to your home. Many of them do well with young children as they have a lower energy level and have possibly lived with them in their past homes.

Older dogs make instant companions

Unlike a puppy, which requires leash training, etc. an older dog is ready to accompany you on a long walk and already knows how to play fetch. An adult dog will make a great workout partner, a loyal companion, and a late night snuggle buddy.

[yogaadvise]

Yoga Poses We Love for Combatting Anxiety and Depression

Anxiety is a widespread problem. In the U.S alone, it affects even more than 40 million people. According to the Anxiousness as well as Depression Organization of America, "individuals with an anxiety disorder are 3 to five times most likely to visit the medical professional and six times most likely to be hospitalized for psychiatric conditions than those who do not deal with stress and anxiety problems."

Rolf Sovik, psychotherapist, yoga exercise teacher, and also contributing author to Yoga as Medicine notes that anxiety can trigger even more than simply a little nervousness yet signs that impact life such as "compulsive reasoning, sleeplessness, intestinal troubles, dizziness, queasiness, shortness of breath, and heart palpitations."

The West takes into consideration anxiety to be triggered by a variety of elements such as life events, genes, mind chemistry, and also individuality. Yogis believe anxiety is a result of an inequality of the origin chakra, or the muladhara chakra in Sanskrit. According to author Anodea Judith, in her book Eastern Body Western Mind, anxiousness happens from an absence of grounding in the root chakra that can influence our lives by really feeling a lack of security as well as physical conditions. In Ayurveda, the sister scientific research to yoga, anxiousness is brought on by the vata condition of having also much movement and also wind in daily living. To resolve the anxiousness is to deal with one's lifestyle routines which involves reducing down, enhancing the body, and also eating suitable foods.

Yoga frequently helps with stress and anxiety as a result of the recognition as well as favorable wellness benefits of the breath as well as the capacity to find out how to tune inward as well as the capacity to activate the parasympathetic nerves to assist relax the body. Poses that are basing can aid reinforce the root chakra. From an Ayurvedic viewpoint, to address way of living habits, yoga exercise can aid work with or remove disease likewise focus on grounding and also enhancing poses to bring the body in equilibrium. David Frawley, owner and director of the American Institute of Vedic Researches, suggests details methods to adapt a yoga exercise practice when out of equilibrium. By exercising in slower calmer activities as well as strengthening postures, yoga can help calm the vata traits.

Before practicing yoga exercise, it is very important to call your healthcare provider to ensure the method is risk-free for the body and the mind. Furthermore, while it must be noted that yoga exercise can aid with stress and anxiety it should be exercised under guidance with a certified teacher, preferably a yoga specialist or trainers with sophisticated kinds of training, and that is must not be made use of as a form of therapy but as a complementary practice.

Yoga Poses for Anxiety

Before exercising Frawley recommends exercising in a slower quieter room as well as to practice in a "slower, based as well as systematic means" holding poses for longer amount of times. While it may feel awkward, it can assist obtain the benefits of the postures to help in the handling of anxiety. Furthermore, any kind of poses that may not feel great for the body or if stress and anxiety seems to boost can be avoided.

Sukhasana — Easy Pose

Easy pose or sukhasana is recommended to relieve stress and anxiety and also stress and anxiety as a result of its grounding impact and capability to rest with the breath.

To begin, discover exactly how much support the body requires. Exercising yoga exercise for anxiousness requires a deep recognition of tuning inwards in the direction of the body and observing what is there in the here and now minute. Easy present can either be finished by sitting with the back supporting itself or versus a wall surface where the back is sustained. When a place is determined sit on top of a blanket as well as cross the ankle joints. The pelvis is neutral while expanded the crown of the head towards the skies. Kick back the shoulders and draw the understanding in towards the breath. While it might be testing at initially, attempt practicing this posture concentrating on the breath for 3 to 5 minutes.

Parighasana — Gate Pose

Gate posture, additionally called Parighasana, assists the body by enhancing the diaphragm.

By enhancing the diaphragm and also breathing deeply, the parasympathetic nerve system can be activated more conveniently lowering the stress action in the body.

To begin, entered a stooping posture with an all-natural curve in the back and also with the arms along the side body. A blanket can be positioned below the knees for even more assistance. Step the best leg out to the side and press the sole of the foot into the flooring with the toes encountering towards the. Get to the left arm up in the direction of the skies and also hinge to the right at the waistline while the appropriate arm is positioned on the ideal upper leg or shin. Hold this pose for 30 to 35 seconds until completing on the contrary side.

Tadasana — Mountain Pose

Standing poses such as Hill Pose or Tadasana benefit anxiety for the capability to ground. Especially, mountain present allows experts to inspect in with the body in a much more simple means to discover where they are feeling experiences in the body.

Start standing with the feet a few inches apart. Attempt to root into all four corners of the feet. Involve the legs so stress is raised away from the knees. The pelvis must be neutral with the abdominals involved. Try to raise via the chest while all at once unwinding the shoulders. Loosen up the face and the release any kind of tension in the jaw. The hands are facing onward. Attempt to really feel grounded via the body while concurrently reaching the crown of the head in the direction of the skies. Hold this pose for 45 seconds to 2 minutes.

Practitioners ought to know while they are exercising to observe if they are obstructing power in the body. For instance, Judith aims out if the knees are secured the power in the body is getting stuck as it presses the stomach ahead which creates the upper body to collapse and the head to move forward.

Vrksasana — Tree Pose

Balancing poses such as tree can assist specialists concentrate on balance while turning inward especially when often concentrating in on the breath can trigger more anxiety.

When exercising tree posture, start in mountain position. Again, seeing that the feet are based as well as the energy is free flowing in the body by avoiding locked knees and lifting via the crown of the head. Sovik also suggests standing beside a wall in case extra security is required. While maintaining the eyes on a prime focus, take a number of breaths. Press even more weight in the left foot and bring the best foot to the within the left leg with the knee directing in the direction of the right. Positioning a hand on the wall surface can help feel a lot more secure so the body can lift and strengthen. Remain to maintain the gaze on the prime focus and also maintain the breath. Repeat on the contrary side for the very same quantity of time.

Bhujangasana — Cobra Pose

Backbends can assist open up the heart. A gentle backbend that is quickly accessible to deal with the physical stress of anxiety is cobra or Bhujangasana.

To assistance make the posture extra restorative on the body, a blanket can be put underneath the hips. Lie on the stomach with the hands beneath the shoulders facing forward and elbows towards the body. The feet can either be together or hip range apart or with the large toes touching. Delicately lift the upper body off the flooring while loosening up the shoulders as well as lifting the crown of the head while keeping the stare onward. To make the pose extra comfy, a cushion or boost below the upper body. This stance can be held for 30 seconds to one minute.

Salamba Balanasana-- Child's Pose

Child's pose (malasana) is commonly recognized for its calming impact. In Ayurveda, youngster's pose is recognized to lower vata. It is additionally unbelievably basing and helping the root chakra when it has been depleted.

Child's posture can be unbelievably comforting on the body in vast leg kid's so there is even more area to breath into the stomach. Starting available as well as knees, bring the knees to the edge of the floor covering, allow the toes touch, and bring the glutes in the direction of the heels. Expand the arms ahead while the temple relaxes carefully on a mat or a block as well as hold for one to three minutes while trying to bring understanding to the breath.

Viparita Karani-- Upper Hands The Wall Surface Pose

Legs up the wall surface present or Viparita Karani in sanskrit is a gentle inversion that can help in reducing feelings of anxiety. By turning the body upside down it can lead to modifications in high blood pressure and breath dynamics.

Start by putting either two blankets or a bolster on the ground regarding 5 or 6 inches far from the wall and sit on top of the support with the side body pressed against the wall. Bring the boosts the wall surface while concurrently lowering the back onto the flooring. Attempt to get the back of the legs and glutes touching the wall but if the hamstrings, back, or hips are limited, they may require to be somewhat away from the wall.

Sovick recommends holding the position for 30 to 90 seconds

Savasana — Corpse Pose

Perhaps the most essential stance for combatting stress and anxiety is savasana (remains) position. As it can be testing to obtain started with if the mind is busy, try to exercise after doing several stances to help peaceful the mind. Make use of any kind of props such as bolsters, cushions, or coverings to find convenience without dropping off to sleep. If it helps, calming songs can be played. With the eyes shut, attempt to merely experience what's happening in the moment. Howevers if the mind starts pondering on past experiences or via to do checklists, song in to the breath to aid remain more based in the practice.

Try to hold this posture anywhere between 5 to 10 minutes.

The Breath

While yoga stances can assist reduce anxiousness it is not always feasible to practice depending upon the setting. By exercising working with the breath pranayama specialists might get more benefit out of the posture. In a research study from Penn State, the scientists compared the results of yoga method between 2 various teams. While both teams saw a decrease in anxiousness, the team that practice diaphragmatic breathing had much better results.

To get a feel for the breathing, maybe helpful to begin exercising with the hands on the body first in simpler positions such as easy present or savasana. Attempt to soften the chest, stomach and chest. On the inhale, increase the stomach trying to keep the chest as still as possible without strain.

On the exhale, launch the stomach down with the breath in an unwinded way.

Breathing can aid with grounding as well as decreasing vata in the body in addition to turning on the parasympathetic anxious system. While it might initially be challenging to exercise breathing with the position specialists can start with a few of the more standard positions as well as bring it right into the rest of the method as it comes to be more natural.

Conclusion

While people who have stress and anxiety ought to always talk to their medical professional before starting any type of various other treatment plan, when exercised securely in the right environment, yoga exercise may have some positive effects with taking care of anxiety.

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@mynameisanakin

It was midday in the Catskills, around the time of year when the days were beginning to shorten and darken, and the temperature was beginning to chill. From his glances outside and the occasional wanderings into the hills for some fresh air, he could see the maple trees blushing with a garish shade of candy apple red, the colours vibrant against the unchanging fir and pine. But attractive as the imagery was, when Bruce was indoors and preoccupied, as he was now, it didn't remain at the forefront of his mind, as if it was somehow immune to permanence. His focus was more immediate and didn’t care about the outdoors.

Cloud-bidden sunlight filtered through the windows, mingling with the fluorescence as he wandered down the hall and towards the kitchenette, a clipboard tucked under his wing and the desire for tea on his mind. Over the past few hours of work, his eyes had grown sore and a bit dry; a bit nearsighted from their fixation on the monitors in the laboratory, a problem that even his eyeglasses wouldn’t thwart. He almost forgot what that was like, to suffer the effects of prolonged screen time. Not that it was ever a bad idea to remind himself every now and again; to retain that connection instead of dismissing it.

(He wasn’t sure it would return again, if he did that.)

Regardless, after a good fifteen minutes or so, he would be back in business again and return to the lab. Not that he hadn’t brought some of his work along with him in the interim, because it felt odd, leaving his work unattended if he was enthralled in it to his current extent. Then again, he would be kidding himself to say this project was different from the rest. Piecemeal modifications to the quinjet’s power source were one project in an excessively long lineup of others. Yes — the efficacy of upgrading the quinjet was questionable. It may not have been practical, to invest in a vehicle that lacked proper permissions in the air and could only be used sparingly; with its cloaking, whenever he felt it necessary to slip from one location to another without using the Hulk.

But it remained a pet project nonetheless. The same went for his research into better performance textiles, mass-scale water purification units, and the applications of the Hulk's plasma — an interesting venture, because its ability to heal deep wounds and transport medicine in the bloodstream had shown promising results in mice, almost to the point of unnerving him with its potential. The only hiccups came whenever he contacted his sources, at which time he requested that they solely provide him with the "frail and ailing" specimens. It had always been an uncomfortable conversation; perhaps it was only Bruce's imagination, but he suspected that some of these men and women, while they were indeed fully aware of his qualifications in the sciences, believed he was gathering up sick mice to observe for kicks. He must have seemed like a sadist. It wouldn't have been difficult for them to believe, given he'd conceived of an AI that fit that bill. And he’d heard the murmurings over the years. Whether the infamous Doctor Banner was merely posturing as an unlucky scientist, and truthfully had ulterior motives for all his supposed blunders. The conspiracy theories had been less prominent and discussed since the snap was reversed, his name included in the list of those behind it, but they were still around.

In truth, he merely believed if the mice were on the verge of succumbing anyhow, they could only improve. Nothing he did could worsen their odds further; add more preventable deaths to his conscience.

But those experiments had been put on hold in favour of the quinjet modifications, part of which were attached to the clipboard that he lowered onto the kitchen island. There was only one remaining mouse in the observatory; a white-furred knockout he had affectionately named Eddie, who no longer lived in the lab, but off in the corner of the living room in a small cage. If he turned his head, he would see it next to the sofa.

Sometimes, Eddie joined him in the lab, seemingly at peace even on the big guy’s shoulder, or in his hand.

And Eddie wasn't a rarity in that sense. It seemed that most animals didn't mind the monster's presence. There was something about that state; he was never quite sure whether his presence alone was calming to animals somehow, or whether there was some attribute in his behaviour that was missing in an ordinary man's. Predictability, perhaps. Whatever the reason, when he wandered into the trees and crossed paths with deer, they seldom skittered away from him. They often approached him to say hello. The warblers and white-bellied thrushes never flew away in anticipation of an incident. Generally, the wildlife lacked fear. The doctor could tell this with certainty, because he could hear... Everything. The natural world's impression of him had been an odd lesson to learn, when he first learned it, but it ultimately made him feel better. Unnatural as he was, he felt anything but in these circumstances. It almost made him wonder if the concept of natural; unnatural, was a wholly human construct. A way of labelling, quantifying, and classifying things that were unfamiliar to them, but in the end, could still fit into the world like a missing puzzle piece. In that sense, perhaps nothing was ever really unnatural.

Bruce opened the kitchen cupboard. Then, fingers curling around the brassy handle, he carefully pulled the maple tea box from its resting spot, placing it on the counter and carding through the multicoloured packets for jasmine tea. The tea box was one of the few earthier items in the more clinical vicinity. A stark contrast, and definitely a conversation piece that could warrant questions, or at least unexpressed intrigue and curiosity, from newcomers.

Said newcomers would find it hard to believe, but the box had been a housewarming gift from Tony. Bruce theorized that he'd bartered for it from some small-time vendor or nabbed it from a pawn shop; it didn’t have the meticulous, almost machined finish that someone would expect from a mass-produced piece; there were flaws, but they were not the typical quality control issues of that production type. And when he saw the engraved name on the underside of the lid (which he presumed was the maker) and searched for it online, he received very few answers. Sometimes, he considered whether Tony himself had carved the tea box, which could feasibly correlate with his more slower-paced lifestyle as of late; one that was less inundated by bleeding-edge tech. Yet Bruce never asked him. One answer could’ve led to five more questions, or worse yet, he could’ve fallen into another one of Tony Stark’s infamous rabbit holes and had trouble digging his way out again. It wouldn’t have been the worst of rabbit holes; woodworking, but the guy had a wife and a kid. Bruce couldn’t have deprived Tony of his time with them; hard-earned time at that, even if the man himself said it was supposedly fine. Bruce didn’t trust his own judgement, but he didn’t trust Tony’s most of the time, either.

However, discussion of the tea box was nonexistent at the observatory. There were seldom newcomers to ask about it.

But he preferred the solitude. With interactions came problems. Quandaries to solve that wouldn't have manifested otherwise, like worms deep in the earth, invisible until someone rooted through the topsoil and disturbed them, throwing everything out of balance. And frankly, it had been ages since the hardest decision he needed to make was determining the kind of tea he wanted to brew. Since one of his decisions didn’t precede a potentially devastating domino effect, because in the company of others, his actions tended to have that outcome. It had taken him far too long to accept that this was unsustainable.

Nothing justified putting innocent people in harm’s way so he could chum around with his teammates.

Not to mention he sorely missed the calmer, easier days that came before all this; before the accident and the team and the culling. He wanted to restore them in the next few years, and beyond. He wanted to remember what they were like. He wanted to flex this old muscle, after allowing it to atrophy for so long, especially because with that atrophy, he had gradually noticed a kind of emptiness forming inside of him, like he didn’t know his truest ideals or intentions anymore; like he was being moulded by the others until he lost his own identity.

Forging a direction of his own was... Paramount to him.

Not that his years with the Avengers didn't bear validation and silver linings of their own, but the moments were often interspersed among more arduous circumstances, which he’d rather have avoided. A positive event derived from a negative event could never be considered a net gain, because they cancelled each other out. And this was what happened with the Avengers, at an uncomfortably frequent rate... The Sokovia relief efforts were a humanitarian, positive venture, but those efforts only happened because of the genocidal Ultron intelligence that had levelled the entire city. Among others. Bruce still bore the consequences from these antithetical happenings. Much as he tried to dismiss them, they still pricked at him every now and then. The fear he would never undo the public’s distrust of him. The omnipresent sense of never being able to make up for lost time, despite doing so now. This... Identity disorder that had proliferated in his mind like a cancer.

That part, in particular, still felt like a bad dream. Something he couldn’t believe was real, nor could ever be real. He had discounted Tony’s input and suggestions about it when he first heard them, and there were still moments when he couldn't accept the man's diagnosis, because it just seemed so outlandish. He'd done plenty of research himself into so-called split personalities. Bundle theories; ego theories. But nothing seemed remotely plausible or realistic. What happened to him in Johannesburg, at the New Avengers' compound, and less than a year ago in this same observatory; it was like something out of a movie... Pseudo scientific... Alien possession. Implanted memories. Dopplegangers. Perhaps Wanda had put something real in his brain, for all her intangible abilities. Perhaps it would show up as a shadow in an MRI. Perhaps the shadow would move.

But in the end, however real the problem was (and there was, indeed, a problem; his loss of time and consciousness could attest to this), Hulk hadn't made an appearance since then.

Bruce almost believed, or wanted to believe, these were isolated events. And Hulk wouldn’t appear again.

He suspected that being alone would help with it.

Perhaps his former teammates knew that he needed time alone. Perhaps it's why an unspoken understanding between them had arisen once he'd settled down, here in the Catskills — an understanding that, while they would continue to call each other acquaintances, they wouldn’t bother each other unless utterly necessary, because their paths had wholly diverged now. Because they had attained some new form of equilibrium with each other, unlike the kind that existed when they were all working together.

And perhaps, some part of Bruce feared that if he updated his teammates on all his recent ventures, it would inspire Tony to return to his own work (however improbable the idea was, since his family life had long been a priority for him). Bruce wasn't sure he wanted the competition. He was finally in a place where he could catch up to, and eventually even surpass, Tony's own milestones in the field, and this would become a lot more difficult if Tony was still chugging away. A selfish notion indeed, but it didn't adversely affect Tony in any manner, so while he did feel the occasional pang of guilt about it, he could ultimately shrug it off.

He poured some water into the electric kettle and plugged it into the backsplash. As he waited for it to warm up, problems and solutions for his current project passed in and out of his thoughts. His mind was never quiet, even now during his self-imposed break, and he couldn't help but cast occasional glances at his clipboard, as if it could record all his ruminations without contact.

Soon, the kettle was whistling. Bruce grabbed a mug from the cupboard and began steeping his tea, electing to stand at the counter rather than taking a seat — at least for now. The mug that he chose was made from white ceramic, and it bore a custom print job with a child's drawing on the front — a colourful crayon scribble of Captain America, which was one in a four-piece set that contained artwork of Thor, Captain America, Iron Man, and the Hulk; what the general public deemed the "big four" of the original Avengers. Multiples of this mug set, which was undoubtedly created by an enthusiastic child who loved superheroes, and a supportive parent who indulged the (perhaps misguided) adulation, had been in a fanmail package for Steve months earlier. Steve had originally offered Bruce a mug with the Hulk on it, but he'd turned it down on the chance that if someone found their way into the observatory and caught a glimpse of that mug, and only that mug, they could draw unwanted conclusions. He wouldn't have that. Rather than retracting the offer, Steve made it bigger and offered him all four mugs. Thus, he owned the entire set — Thor, Captain America, Iron Man, and Hulk.

(The Hulk mug received less use than the others, as evident from its comparative lack of tea stains.)

And at last, Bruce took a seat at the island.

He didn’t think about tea much when he was greener. Drinking it wasn’t something he could humour unless he wanted to make himself uncomfortable. But he couldn't deny the pleasure his ordinary self derived from tea — it was nice to wrap his fingers around a warm mug when they were stiff and sore from tapping at a keyboard. It was nice to let his elbows rest on a tabletop and give his shoulders a break, after they had spent hours propping his hands up for touch and gestural commands. He relished the sensations more the longer he abstained from them, the sensation of eating most of all. His transformed self simply couldn't do this without suffering ill effects; he wasn't designed to ingest things. While he could, theoretically, take a sip without swallowing and chew without swallowing, it lacked the fulfillment of the rest of the process, least physiologically. It was like chewing gum, but much more agitating. If stopping before swallowing were that simple, he imagined people would eat all sorts of things and not suffer the consequences, no matter how harmful. Wouldn't that be nice. As it stood, it wasn't possible.

Thus in a sense, the opportunities when he could eat or drink had become something of a treat for him. It was something that only happened if he slowed down a little, and yanked himself away from his work long enough — and spent some time as a frailer version of himself.

Both of these criteria were rarities.

Blowing across the top of the mug to cool it down, he took a swig of tea. Then he glanced down at his clipboard, the graph paper covered with iterations of a new device, both sketches and measurements. He inspected one set of measurements, then he flipped his pencil and scrubbed away a line of writing before thumbing the shreds from the rubber tip.

Reworking certain components of the quinjet, in a sense, reminded him of the time he designed the observatory. And he missed the design process, frankly, because it gave him a substantial sense of control in comparison to his accommodations at the Avengers facilities, where he could adjust his spaces but not overhaul them entirely; after all, the locations were not his own. Back when he designed the observatory, he could choose doors that locked on his own command, and ones that were tall enough to accommodate both his guises. He could choose the ratio of open space to smaller, more amniotic rooms. So while he didn't build the place, his input on the floor plans made it feel more like home than anything else.  

The entrance faced south and opened up into the main floor, which held the kitchen and living area. The latter space was dressed with a few sofas and a coffee table, and boasted large, open windows that easily permitted the morning sun. If one ventured further into the floor and passed through a closed door, they'd find the laboratories, and living quarters which consisted of his own room and a guest ensuite (it was still unfurnished, given the circumstances), or they could take one of two staircases. The first was a nautilus shell of a metal staircase that spiraled up into the dome, the room fitted with a massive telescope that passed through the paneled ceiling. The second was a straight staircase that led into the basement. The clutter of unused equipment against the pallid walls was evident the moment someone ventured down there — as were the control panels for the power source, which manifested as a sizable column of green light wrapped in thick glass. It originated in the floor of the basement and continued upward, stopping at the ceiling.

It was a proof-of-concept work, but unlike the towering arc reactor back at the Stark Industries headquarters in LA, which eventually gave way to the miniaturized version used in Tony's armour, this was not a publicity stunt for the doctor, but a means to an end. It was purposed as a self-sustaining, cyclical energy source that allowed Banner to work off the grid and operate the lights, appliances, and other power hogs without reliance on external sources.

And there were many of these power hogs. The refrigerator, dishwasher, and laundry unit on the main floor were the least of it — the two laboratories in the deepest part of this floor were outfitted with machinery and computers that never took a snooze, because in most cases, neither did he. (It felt somewhat... Gratuitous to sleep, when the monster didn't need to sleep at all.) The first and larger lab contained the bulk of these devices, being the place for heavy-duty conceptualization and fabrication, like a production line of sorts. It wasn't unusual for novel tech to be scattered throughout the vicinity, sitting pretty on desks and carts in readiness for completion. The second lab was smaller; more old-fashioned, and had less computers, containing the typical assortment of beakers, graduated cylinders, and other apparatus for chemical and biological experimentation instead. Fume hoods, eyewashing stations, and sinks in case of chemical spills were also present, but he never needed to use them. Not for the lack of incidents, but because it had become less of a hassle to hastily undress and, as Tony had consistently put it, "Hulk out" and allow his body to deal with the issue with utmost certainty of negating it, rather than spraying himself with water and hoping for the best.

(His condition could heal wounds; injuries, but not scar tissue. It was the reason he still hadn’t lost the chip of a scar beneath his eye, which he incurred so long ago that his memories of the incident were shrouded. It was odd, knowing something so small wasn't a match for his healing capabilities, while more... Grievous injuries never left a scratch on him.)

If he wasn’t already “Hulked out”, which was the norm.

Nonetheless, the chemistry lab could still be used for engineering in a pinch, if he referred to one of the few computers therein. The observatory ran on a single closed network, so the files were accessible from anywhere within its walls. It was difficult to access this network even if someone did manage to sneak into the building, however; he had made sure of it. Secluding himself from the rest of the world was only one way to ensure his privacy, and it was part of a bigger equation. Therefore, even the doors, not only to the labs but the living quarters and the generator room, were chronically locked and required a biometric scan to open, and it was of a certain kind that only someone with his condition could provide.

So if someone entered the building, they could wander around the kitchen; the living room, and find their way to the first bathroom, but everything else was behind those locked doors. This was for the better, because Bruce valued his privacy, and because guests might be uneasy if they realized the building ran on radioactive isotopes. Not unlike a neutered bomb.

He remained at the island for a few minutes. Uneventful, for the most part, save for the ideas and questions that were tumble-drying in his brain, wearing down both ends of his pencil.

Uneventful.

Then he saw the tea in his mug twitch.

He looked to the mug, intent on confirming the occurrence, suspecting he may have hallucinated somehow. No, he wasn't. It happened again. There. And then, something trembled in the soles of his feet.

Soon, it snowballed into a low-grade rumbling.

He tried to pick apart the reason. There were no trains this far out; nobody would dare budget an endeavour like building a railroad in these plateaus, nor was the area prone to tremors and earthquakes; he had ensured this when he was initially scouting the location.

The lights began to flicker.

With it, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

Something was burning. It was a rubbery smell, like raw cable set aflame, mixed with the metallic tinge of static electricity. The tremors in the building were growing, small bits of dust and debris falling onto his shoulders and into his tea from the ceiling. And then, down in the basement, Bruce heard something fall to the floor with a deafening clatter.

His nerves kicked into gear. It was the kind of painful, adrenaline-fueled pulse that came from a sudden surprise.

He abandoned his drink, leaving the kitchenette and hurrying down the stairs to the basement, fluorescent lights running overhead like road markings. As he descended and reached the bottom of the steps, which opened into the basement's storage area for unused lab equipment and furniture (both were abundant, insinuating their owner was a bit of a pack rat and preemptive planner), his direction turned to the generator room. He needed to discern what was happening, and potentially shut off the power if there was a leak. Plutonium was polite if it was stable, but not in other situations. Potentially this one.

When he opened the door and entered the room, he stopped in his tracks. The siren kicking in over the PA system was the least of his worries; that much was expected and normal, if not slightly disconcerting, with the memories of a certain accident at Culver University that it conjured up. But the issue was worse than he'd anticipated, and as it sunk in, his throat seemed to plunge down into his stomach like an elevator in freefall.

The cell was pulsing. The green light became dimmer, then more vivid and brighter, oscillating between the two intensities. This effect became quicker and quicker until it escalated into a strobing effect, cell alternating between a dim glow and a blinding brightness like the chromatophores of a squid. And it was creaking; moaning — as if under duress; as if pressure was building within the glass and prone to bursting free any moment.

He’d never seen this before. Theories stirred and began racing in his worried brain, the first of which... Something must have been overloading it. Somehow. Experience told Banner he must have missed some important factor when he was first designing it; some misplaced detail that would only manifest over the long term. There wasn't a possibility of cross-contamination; there wasn't a possibility for anything except his own errors; nobody else was involved in this. But whatever the case, he needed to shut it down immediately.

But he couldn’t walk forward. Some part of him, however small, told him it wasn’t safe anymore.

Intuition, perhaps.

If he contemplated it more, he may have wondered if Hulk was stopping him from proceeding. If Hulk was calling him stupid. Reckless.

Again.

He was smart to wait. Before him, the chamber cracked, a hairline fracture creeping down the glass in incremental movements. This was all it took. The building heaved, and with a rising shriek that sounded eerily akin to the arrival of a nuclear bomb, the entire chamber exploded, blinding light erupting and shards of thick glass snapping and spraying out into the room like bullets. High pressure followed suit, knocking the wind from his lungs and causing him to lose his balance, gusting him back as he flew into the concrete wall and collided with a dull crack. He collapsed into a heap on the floor, ears ringing from the explosion.

And with a domino reaction of popping glass from above, and an electrical shudder, the lights went out.

Quiet. Still. Dark.

Heart pounding, loud in the blood barrier of his brain, Bruce staggered to his feet in the darkness, wincing as a sharp pain lanced through his lower back and threatened to lock the muscles. Glass crackled and crunched underfoot as he steadied himself, his skin stinging from newfound cuts. His breaths were strained and hurt his throat with every exhale. The inside of his nose felt wet. He smelled blood. He didn’t know what to do; shock had washed over him.

Can’t see... Can’t see. Oh god.

A few moments later, the backup generator kicked in. The room was bathed in a dim, eerie yellow, incandescence winning over the earlier fluorescence. Shadows blotted in the corners of the room and occluded the furniture, as if the recent darkness couldn't recede entirely. A chalky dust floated in the air, irritating the doctor's eyes and tickling his nose and throat. He sucked in a shallow, tense breath, and coughed from the dust that filtered down into his throat and lungs, lifting his elbow up to his mouth to muffle the sound. In concurrence, the air around him whorled in a puff of microscopic debris as, mind buzzing with adrenaline and unable to focus on anything except the damage before him, he tried to assess how bad it was.

The power source was gone. It had taken some of the walls with it, opening up the generator room into the rest of the lackluster basement. He looked up and noticed vein-like cracks throughout the ceiling, congregating into a massive hole where the power source had once inserted. A sickly yellow light poured in from upstairs, slivers of light bleeding in from the surrounding cracks. Instruments and tables from the lab upstairs had fallen through the floor, which were now strewn before him, the furniture and other apparatuses dented and mangled beyond repair from their impact with the floor. Metal trays were bent in half. Carts were relieved of their equipment as they lay dead on their backs, wheels still rolling in their casters. He saw his work, some pieces near completion and others in the beginning stages, destroyed. He didn’t know how far the damage extended past this.

Breathe.

He did, and then he gave another muffled cough, cheeks puffing. The entire place smelled like pig iron and ozone. He looked to the center of the incident, where the power source had been reduced to a smoking pile of dust, broken glass, and metal. At its peak, he saw a shape.

Breathe, Banner.

It was a man. Or, it looked like one. Bruce wouldn’t assume he was ordinary simply because he looked so; he’d been on the receiving end of that phenomenon too often himself.

And this man came from... Nowhere. Materialized, from thin air. There’s no way he could’ve snuck into the lab.

He stared at them, eyes intent. Words didn’t come; they were stuck behind his teeth. He wasn’t sure what he would tell them, anyhow. Every inch of him was on edge, and at the same time, too stunned to muster any kind of reaction; worst of all, this wasn't a simple case of misinterpretation and overreaction on his part. Whatever this person had intended, and whatever justifications and explanations they could give, they had just destroyed what felt like a part of himself, ripping months and months of his work apart like inconsequential sheets of tissue paper and rendering it useless; useless; as if he needed any more problems; what would it take for people to leave him alone and stop dragging him down?

He did what the public asked of him; he stepped out of the spotlight. Graciously. He never wanted it in the first place, not the way it was given to him. He never wanted to be known; half-known, at least, for the notoriety of the Hulk’s temper tantrums; those events were the direct antithesis of his lifelong plans and goals, and he was done with stitching up the wounds it kept opening up. Severing his connection to violence, and keeping his distance from it, he’d become so certain over the years, was imperative for progress. But once again, as it always happened in the past, violence had found him instead. Even here.

Courtesy of his new and egregious... House guest.

His jaw set. He could feel his fists coiling up, trimmed nails digging into the meat of his palms.

(Tch. If you’re gonna chew them out, then chew them out, dummy. Don’t make me do it for you.) 

Bruce's anger was enough to pull him from his stupor. He stumbled towards the man, steps unsteady but intentional. His voice was hoarse, uneven; close to catching in the dryness of his throat, and it was coloured by pain and disbelief from what occurred, but it remained full of the accusation and animosity he wanted to convey. The intent to single them out. Pass off the blame to them. No amount of shock would quell that, nor would the unknown nature of the newcomer; their unknown capabilities. It simply wasn't a factor when it came to the intentions that ailed him. He needed to get their attention.

He needed them to understand what they’ve done.

“Hey!”

Perhaps they would already know it, with the wreckage scattered around them. But he was almost hoping that wasn’t the case. Much as he couldn’t admit it, he wanted the honours all to himself... To yell; to accost them; to blame someone else, because he seldom had the chance, and it was clear as day who the guilty person was in this situation; maybe it was him, but probably not; he wouldn't accept it because if that were the case, a stranger wouldn't have landed in the middle of the room with smoke trailing from their clothes.

They did this. They did this.

His vision flickered.

And if words didn’t get through to them, some part of him had always found pleasure in the alternative.

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Characters Enneagram Typing

I have a bunch of people coming over for a Christmas tea tomorrow. I’ve spent the entire day cooking, cleaning, and decorating and am running on exhaustion -- so I’m going to sit here and do something that does not require a broom. =P

I was thinking last night about how to Enneagram type characters, since you can’t always look at their fears and motives like you do with yourself or other people. So, here’s my mini-guide on how to do it. It’s behavior based since that’s easier to see than delving into the psyche (especially for characters that are not that well written or show up in a two hour movie).

Core Behaviors:

These should, for the most part, fit the descriptions for the various types. Which in a nutshell are thus:

1 - Moralistic, emphasis on right and wrong, focused on doing the right thing and encouraging others to do the same, sometimes a perfectionist.

2 - Helpful, wants to be liked, tries to get positive attention, warm and often inclined to interfere with others who need assistance out of their messes.

3 - Image-focused, wants to look good, detached from feelings, will ‘put on’ a show to avoid their true feelings, has to come out on top, competitive.

4 - Emotionally dramatic, intense, or prone to broody introspection, withdrawn from others in some ways, self-critical, supremely romantically-minded or emo.

5 - Super analytical, detached, specialist in an area of expertise, focused on logical correctness, bookworm, makes decisions based on safety.

6 - Always the sense of anxiety or fear, may run away from relationships out of anxiety or fear of being hurt, very logical, will turn to others in times of crisis for advice or support.

7 - Takes nothing seriously (not even themselves), playful, wisecracking, runs away from hard things, constantly on the go or distracted, easygoing.

8 - Has to be the boss, in charge, have dominance over a situation, can be combative or calmly take control, sometimes abrasive and confrontational, does not give an inch.

9 - Accommodating and sweet, nonjudgmental, willing to forgive, harmonious, eager to connect to others but in a pleasant way, a slower lifestyle.

It’s easy to confuse cp6 with 8 -- but the 6 is inconsistent (sometimes afraid, sometimes not) and has a softer bonding style than the 8.

Lower Fixes:

To choose the core type, you should pick something that fits them really well and that would explain almost everything about them if you were not allowed to include lower fixes. Most times, lower fixes are greatly simplified to:

1 - Emphasis placed on doing the right thing or morals at some point.

2 - General desire to please and help others, often uses that to bond.

3 - Competitive, out of touch with their feelings, wants to be the best.

4 - Does not need their emotional decisions ‘approved of’ by anyone.

5 - Loner, trusts one’s own logic (does not consult others) but is not 7-ish.

6 - Consults others for opinions on decisions, seems fearful / anxious.

7 - Is not held back from trying new things, general optimism and fearlessness.

8 - Reacts with aggression or wants to take control when provoked.

9 - Generally amiable, good-natured, forgives people too easily, idealistic.

It may be hard to choose between an 8 and 1 fixe; 1 fixes are always tied to ‘right and wrong’ and tend to be more reactive since 1′s repress until they explode; the 8 is much calmer about taking control over a situation. The 1 judges people based on their moral ethics; the 8 judges them on an ability to read them like a book and see what they’re ‘actually’ up to.

- ENFP Mod

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Figaro Drabble #13 - Two senior cats

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

universe: Figaro universe

summary: Time is passing and both Tony and Figaro start to feel it. Yet, Steve still loves them the same, if not more.

length: 1 818 words

a/n: I dedicate this fic to the memory of my cat Ramzes, who passed away after twenty years of life, which included ten years of being a street cat and ten years of being a domestic cat. he was a warrior to the very end and the smartest cat I ever knew. I miss you, my black sunshine ❤

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Figaro Drabble #13

Two senior cats

Tony felt observed. It wasn't the first time in his life when he had eyes following his every move, but this was different. After all, one could expect that during late evening hours, in the privacy of his own bedroom, he deserved some peace and quiet.

Clearly not.

But the lurking presence wasn't unwelcome. It was expected and awaited and when soft paws landed on the bed, Tony lowered his book.

"Hi, buddy," he greeted his fluffy cat, "need a lift?"

Figaro didn't answer, green eyes not leaving Tony. He was a big cat and had no problems with putting his front paws on the bed while standing upright. There was a time when he didn't need to do it at all, and graciously had jumped on the covers, landing softly and taking his favorite spot, right in Tony's lap. No distance or height had been a match for him and his strong, fluffy legs. Those were the good times.

"Alright," Tony put his book aside, and pushed the reading glasses further on his nose, before leaning out and carefully scooping the cat up by his rear paws. He grunted a bit during the action, Figaro was quite heavy and became even heavier because of his less active lifestyle. "There you go. Good?" he asked, settling Figaro in his lap and scratching his cat's cheeks with both hands. Figaro closed his eyes and purred. Yes, good.

Time was passing and from the gawky kitten Tony had found on the street one day, Figaro matured into a beautiful, playful fluffy boy. The Avengers Tower and Avengers Compound's furniture was thoroughly signed by endless claws marks coming from the sharp claws, the fur was flying in the air, and Figaro's strong, melodic meow and the sound of kitty paws running were well known to everyone. More time passed, and from a fluffy, robust ball of energy, Figaro mellowed into a regal adult, spending most of his days on naps and being pampered.

"Okay, clean for the night," Steve announced, leaving the en suite bathroom, and pausing for a second while he saw Figaro already claiming his husband to himself. The possessive little creature still tended to sneak in while he was out of the bed to get the best spot. The best spot being next to Tony, of course. "Already here, huh?" he asked, walking to the bed and lifting the covers up. He moved closer to Tony and joined in petting. "How does he do that?" he asked, meaning the way Figaro was always showing up while he was out of the picture.

"Who knows," Tony answered with a smile, leaning his head against Steve's shoulder. "And thanks, by the way."

"One day you will have to clean the litter box on your own, Tony," Steve answered, sounding exasperated. Since Figaro turned twelve years old he gradually started to have problems with jumping. All his favorite spots had to be brought lower and Tony kept a stool around their floor, just to help his friend to get to higher places he still had insisted on getting to. From his youngest years, Figaro had been taught to use the toilet for his kitty needs, but when the jumping problems started, to save Figaro stress, litter boxes started to appear. Luckily, Figaro knew right away what they were for, and Tony was beaming, once again claiming that his cat was the smartest. Steve wasn't beaming so much, realizing that once again all the dirty work would fall on him. Vet visits, claw trimming, now litter box - it was all on him, while Tony fed Figaro snacks and got all the love.

"But I did that when he was little," Tony whined playfully, reminiscing the first nights Figaro had spent as a kitten on their floor. It didn't take long until Tony taught Figaro how to use the toilet, but he couldn't unseen things from back then.

"Yes, you did," Steve agreed, smiling to the memory. Twelve years had passed quickly. Many things had happened during that time, both sad and happy and it all lead them to this moment. Steve wouldn't change a thing. Feeling content, he kissed the top of his husband's head. "Let's go to sleep."

"Yhm," Tony agreed and took off his glasses, putting them on the night table. "Oh, did you give Figaro his vitamins today?" he asked, hand reaching halfway to the lamp.

Steve huffed out a small laugh. "And did you take your vitamins today?" he asked back.

"I did," Tony answered immediately, sounding offended.

"Oh, you did?"

The question was hanging in the air and Tony narrowed his eyes. "Damn, you are good," he seethed out, his hand reaching into the drawer.

"Only because I love you," Steve hummed, kissing Tony's shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah," Tony muttered, popping some pills into his mouth and swallowing.

"Wow, swallow it dry, huh?" Steve asked, sounding unimpressed.

Tony grinned. "I am a professional," as soon as he said that he gasped and covered Figaro's ears. "Not in front of my son."

Steve laughed and rolled on his back, spreading on his side of the bed. "Your son is an adult. In human years he is closer to my age than you are."

"Well, it is a nice change to be the youngest."

It was supposed to be a joke. Something in Tony's tone told Steve that it wasn't. He lay on his side and looked at Tony with concern before his face changed into a scolding one. "Babe, don't do it."

"I am not doing anything," Tony said, sounding somehow distant and running fingers through his hair. There were more and more silver streaks appearing among the brown ones, but Tony wasn't bothered that much. At this point, he was grateful his hair wasn't thinning out. He looked at Figaro curled in his lap and stroked the black fur. It felt soft and smooth and full, all thanks to the good food and a lot of care. Nothing could stop time, and some previously black hair turned gray, but they were scarce and barely noticeable among the fluff. Still, in Tony's opinion, it didn't make Figaro any less charming. Steve was wondering when the same kind of philosophy Tony would apply to himself.

"Let's go to sleep, Tony," Steve reminded and turned the lights off. He waited for his husband to lower himself into the covers and gently slid Figaro off of his lap and to the middle of the bed. Steve put his head next to Tony's on the pillow, their legs entwining together. It was all the contact they could get with Figaro in between them, but after all those years, they got used to it. And they knew that there would come a day, they would miss their big cat taking half of the bed.

"Love you, babe," Steve yawned. Proclaiming their love to each other every time before sleep was their small ritual, one they continued to do for as long as they remembered, no matter the distance or time difference. It was comforting for them both.

"Love you back," Tony answered, always meaning it. "Love you, Fig."

"Love you too, Fig," Steve cooed and petted the cat between them, and Figaro didn't say anything, but they could feel the love anyway. It was getting calm and sleepy, until -

"Hey, Steve…" Tony whispered, aware that maybe his husband had already nodded off and he didn't want to disturb him.

"Mhmm?" Steve answered, and something in his voice told Tony that he wasn't that far in dreamland and he could continue. And Tony had some important question to ask.

"You remember that day you found your first gray hair?"

Steve smiled into the pillow. "How could I forget it," he laughed at the memory. It had happened a few years back, and Tony had walked on Steve sobbing on the bathroom floor, which scared the hell out of him. Turned out that the tears were from happiness, as Steve finally had a proof that his body was aging, it was just a slower process for him and he enthusiastically kept showing everyone his first silver hair among the dark blond strands. It was a hilariously, weird day and after the initial shock, Tony had fond memories of it.

"You really scared me back then," Tony reminded with a pout.

"Funny, it was the day I stopped being scared," Steve replied. Outliving his loved ones and being alone was one of his greatest fears and the single silver hair on his head put an end to it. It was such a relief. "Who wants to live forever."

Tony hummed in understanding. "I see your point, but I am kinda disappointed. I was getting used to the thought that my husband will be hot forever- AH!" Tony yelped, suddenly yanked closer, "no - wait! Fig's between us!" he protested, but Figaro already evacuated himself to the calmer part of the bed. He still was quick and had enough of years of experience to know that whenever his blond human friend joined them in bed, some wrestling would happen. That's why he tried to have an earlier moment with his dark-haired human friend. A cat would think that humans were better at controlling themselves, but no. It was mating season all year round.

"Fig's gone!"

"Nooo - Steve, ack! Wahahahit! Need to use the bathroom!"

And the wrestling stopped.

"What, again?"

"Yeah."

"Now?"

"Now!"

"Fiiine," Steve rolled away and tucked hands underneath himself. For now. He watched Tony get up from the bed. "You need to get that prostate exam done," Steve reminded in a harsh tone. Much to his dismay, Tony turned to him with a shining grin he could perfectly see in the darkness.

"I rather have you exam my prostate," Tony purred out, a panicked yelp following when he saw Steve actually lifting himself up. Before Steve could sit, Tony already ran into the bathroom, and Steve sunk back into the covers with a quiet laugh. He stayed in the darkness and felt warm paws walking on him before a solid warm weight settled on his chest and green eyes looked at him. Just then Figaro pressed his head affectionately against Steve's forehead.

"Hey, pal," Steve greeted, scratching Figaro behind the ear. Fig walked a customary circle on Steve's chest, before he curled into a big, fluffy ball, ready to sleep. As the petting continued, Figaro started to purr and it was a soothing sound. Then another sound joined when Tony decided to give an a cappella performance in his warm baritone, singing 'who wants to be hot forever, Steve will be hot forever', his own adaptation of one of the greatest music hits in history. Listening to his cat's purring and his cougar husband's singing, Steve closed eyes to sleep, thinking that having two senior cats in the house, wasn't so bad.

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When a lot of people consider a luxury cruise, they visualize a hugh vessel out on the ocean, sailing from exotic warm interface to another. There's an alternative kind of cruising, though, that delivers rather an alternative cruise knowledge while however pampering individuals with luxury and exemplary service. It is called river cruising and it's an incredible method to cruise.

An alternative to conventional cruising If you are a first time cruiser or have observed several, there is much to like about river cruising. As a substitute to the traditional cruise, it provides a different see of the nations and towns visited on the vessel with a more romantic and everyday atmosphere. Once we look at the places where these river cruises are most widely used, Europe, Asia and South America, one may decide to get a little more time to absorb the sites, lifestyle, locals and the history. The ship`s activity on the water is quite different on a river in comparison to an sea cruise, and is much less likely to bother someone who may be vulnerable to motion sickness. thames river cruise dinner

Smaller vessels River cruise vessels are always smaller than water cruise vessels, as they have to navigate the sometimes shallow and challenging waters of an inland waterway. River cruising shouldn't be confused with barging - wherever guests move on a barg in man-made canals - because with a powered cruise ship you can explore a nation via natural streams and waterways. Most river cruise vessels typically support between 100 and 200 people, while, some are also smaller.

Relaxed, variable, personal River cruising is a lot more relaxed than traditional cruising. Dinners are informal and comfortable, and generally, do not even require wearing a dress jacket or match coat. Sitting is generally start as opposed to assigned, providing you a way to eat with different people every night, and there's only 1 sitting rather than two. People can consume what they need , when they need, and in the business of whom they want - the ultimate in flexibility.

Slower velocity, more enjoyable A river cruise vessel travels at a much slower speed than a old-fashioned cruise ship, allowing passengers to higher appreciateand enjoy the moving countryside. The slower cruising pace allows the ship`s atmosphere to have a slower pace and a more stimulating setting, something that many river cruisers particularly enjoy. The occasionally frenetic pace of task on an ocean liner just does not exist on a river cruise, which makes it an exceedingly calming solution to vacation.

Personal see of the country River cruising allows you to truly have a special and intimate see of the countries you visit. A river cruise goes effectively not in the cities that are common ending items and allows you to discover the countryside that shows the actual culture and nature of a country. River voyages frequently contain prevents in smaller villages in towns, where you could mingle with the natives and like a distinctive social experience.

Luxurious and extraordinary company A slower velocity and a more relaxed environment doesn't show that river cruising lacks in luxurious and service. On the contrary, just because a river cruise ship carries fewer passengers, the staff can offer excessively personal service, catering to your every require or want. And because river cruise ships generally do not need a hugh variety of bars, entertainment facilities and other nightlife venues, they are generally calmer and more subdued than water liners. You still have use of activity and recreational actions, not as much as on a bigger ship.

River cruising season In hot temperature areas, river cruising may happen year-round, but many cruise lines however curtail their sailings from Nov to March. In northern areas the rivers freeze over the winter, necessitating a smaller season that always runs from April or May through July or Nov, depending on river conditions. Because river cruise ships maintain fewer and don't work as often as water ships, hotels tend to fill up somewhat quickly. Your absolute best bet is always to book your luxury cruise on a river at the earliest day possible to make certain your put on the ship.

Journey has been Bruce's enthusiasm for many years with voyages and cruise ships being his delight. He has experienced and loved well over two dozen cruises to many elements of the planet on virtually all cruise lines amid several prevents at lovely land resorts. His purpose now's to carry on to, obviously, cruise and journey, and to simply help others in the act of choosing itineraries, and experiencing their voyages and trips to the fullest. Most of us know living is meant to be happy and joyful and disruptions and problems will surely deter from your own holiday.

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Room and Board

Furniture and interiors are translated from fashion at a slower rate than many others. The rate at which things are adapted in an industry can be translated to the rate at which consumers purchase these pieces. Because furniture and homeware are at a higher price point, people tend to have an extended relationship with them. This is connected to the idea of investment pieces and the connection between commitment and cost. With investment pieces also comes increased production time. Furniture and interiors are large and somewhat complex so the production time and ability to adapt new ideas is extended.  

Fashion is one of the few industries than no one can be exempt from. It is also a daily activity that we all participate in. Because of this daily wear and interaction, the world of fashion moves very quickly. With the rate that fashion evolves, it is often the leader in design influence. The circularity of design elements like color and fabrics are subconsciously adapted by consumers. Initially, through fashion and later on through other industries like homeware. When color is being adapted and worn in clothing, people subconsciously connect with the idea or trend. Trends are not often intentional choices made by consumers. Most times they are elements that are adapted independently then eventually as a whole. With this, trends trickle into other industries such as home. As certain colors or materials are adapted in fashion, they will eventually translate to all other industries. This adaptation can also be seen through shapes and the overall organic nature of furniture and interiors.

The idea of selling or representing a lifestyle is very inspirational to me. Room and Board does this on many different scales. They design rooms and layouts that represent a luxury lifestyle as well as a more realistic version of the same ideas. Seeing extreme versions of one idea next to a calmer version is interesting because it shows the adaptation of trends and fashion within two rooms side by side. It was interesting to learn how often they redesign the showroom because it raised my awareness of the endlessness of opportunity when it comes to design. They don’t always have new inventory but they do always have an opportunity to showcase things in a different way.

We can also see the trend of individuality translate from fashion to homeware through their design station. Individuality has risen in the fashion realm so it was cool to see that this consumer requirement is being adapted in other industries.

Since meeting with so many different freelancers my eyes have really been opened to the world of opportunity that we have. Just as trends and design elements are naturally translated between industries, skills are as well. I do have passion for fashion but I have realized that my interest in fashion goes far beyond just that. I have a passion for beauty and the ability to express through visual design. My education and skill in the fashion industry is completely relevant in so many other scenarios. With this new perspective on my interests and skills, I commit to staying open to the opportunities that find me.

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Some of us want that slower pace of life, and if you're one of us then the south of England could be the perfect place for you. In our latest guide, we talk about the best places to move to in the south of England for a calmer lifestyle

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7 Reasons To Adopt A Senior Dog

According to most veterinarians, a dog falls into the “senior” category around age seven. The size of a dog, however, affects this categorization. Smaller dogs mature slower and become seniors later in life than larger dogs. Animal shelters are filled with healthy and active senior dogs that are in need of a home.

When you’re thinking about picking up a dog from your local shelter, don’t look past the older dogs. They make great pets for a number of reasons.

1. Senior dogs at shelters need homes just as badly as younger dogs. Many older dogs were once owned and loved by someone. For whatever reason, they were given up and abandoned in a shelter and are in need of a home. Just like puppies and younger adoptable dogs, they make loyal and loving companions.

2. Adopting an older dog may save its life. Many people are quick to adopt puppies and younger dogs, often overlooking dogs over the age of five. Shelters are overcrowded and unfortunately, older dogs are among the first to be euthanized if they aren’t adopted in a timely manner. By adopting a senior dog, you are not only providing it with a better life but are also saving it from being put down.

3. Older dogs are not necessarily “problem dogs” as many tend to think. Senior dogs lose their homes for a variety of reasons, usually having nothing to do with their behavior or temperament, but more due to the fact that their owners are unable to keep them for reasons including: the novelty of owning a dog wearing off, allergies, death of a guardian, a new baby, loss of a job, a move, change in work schedule, and various other lifestyle changes. These dogs need homes just as badly as young adoptees do, and make wonderful household pets.

4. Older dogs usually come trained and understand at least basic commands. Most older dogs are potty-trained and have mastered the basic commands such as “sit,” “stay,” “come,” and “down.” Adopting an already-trained dog will save you a lot of time and energy that you’d normally have to dedicate towards training a young dog.

5. You can teach an old dog new tricks. Dogs can be trained at any age and older dogs are just as smart as younger ones. Older dogs have a greater attention span than a puppy, which make them easier to train.

6. Older dogs are calmer and less energetic than younger dogs. An adult dog has graduated from the puppy stage and has an established demeanor and temperament, which will give you an instant idea of how it will fit into your household. Older dogs have all their adult teeth and are out of the energetic puppy phase, which will result in less destruction to your home. Many of them do well with young children as they have a lower energy level and have possibly lived with them in their past homes.

7. Older dogs make instant companions. Unlike a puppy, which requires leash training, etc. an older dog is ready to accompany you on a long walk and already knows how to play fetch. An adult dog will make a great workout partner, a loyal companion, and a late night snuggle buddy.

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How Often Should You Do Yoga A Week?

There are a lot of factors to practice yoga exercise. You have actually most likely heard that yoga shows a beneficial rise in flexibility, strength, as well as focus and also you could have really felt that on your own in a class below and there. However you might still wonder exactly how frequently should you exercise yoga. Well, there is no one appropriate solution to this inquiry. There are a number of different items that go into account for exactly how usually you ought to practice as well as it is an answer that is unique to each person.

Living Yoga

Now, generally as well as philosophically yoga is exercised every day in our actions, thoughts, as well as everyday tasks. Composed by Patanjali in the Yoga Exercise Sutras around 400 B.C., the Yamas (moral techniques) and Niyamas (ethical regards) are to be practiced in every moment. Although, in the Western evolvement of what is yoga exercise today the method of yoga exercise has an emphasis on the physical asana method. Whereas commonly, the asana practice's objective is removing the mind and body for optimum health and wellness, to ensure that we might live our truth and also practice the morals of yoga exercise in each day, as they additionally are done in the physical method. There is a reason that we are drawn to the asana technique, since we finish the technique in some way really feeling better. It assists us become kinder, calmer, and genuine humans in this world.

Yoga is the best chance to be curious regarding that you are. Jason Crandell

When you include your technique into your day-to-day live activities, the method of yoga becomes our lifestyle - we are living yoga exercise. Nonetheless, there are many various styles of yoga exercise today and also emphasis of health and fitness in yoga exercise is continuing to expand. So then the question once again - just how often need to you practice yoga?

The Asana Practice

First of all, allow's make this about the physical asana technique of yoga exercise. When pondering this question for yourself it is very important to consider what else it is that you do that requires your physical and also mental power in your life. Are you a go-getter or athlete? Sedentary? Older adult? Young person? Stressed, distressed or dispirited? Every one of the various aspects of our lives and more can contribute to our yoga exercise technique equally as our yoga exercise technique adds to our lives. Considering what suits your way of living assists you establish if you want to go to a gentler method or more tough practice.

For your very own thought, here is a checklist of usual yoga exercise courses and styles that are available. Using this may assist determine what suitables for your needs.

Common Types of Yoga Classes:

Hatha. The combining or manly and also womanly ideas and principles via asana.

Vinyasa. Courses always link breath with activity. There are various degrees of vinyasa classes: Ashtanga. Dynamic as well as physically challenging collection sequence of movement as well as postures. Jivamukti. Dynamic, warmth building, and also has a variation on sequences. Baptiste/ Power. Often warmed, effective series that is literally challenging. Other designs of circulation as well as vinyasa are special to instructors' design of training, constantly linking breath and also movement.

Alignment and Detail oriented: Great courses for beginners and advanced specialists that are aiming to return to the fundamentals. They focus on the basic aspects of yoga exercise postures. The adhering to two kinds have focus on alignment, composition, as well as strategy: Iyengar. Beginner friendly, concentrate on basic foundations. Anusara. Placement and technique focus.

Therapeutic: Integrative Yoga exercise Therapy (IYT). Gentle yoga for healing. Viniyoga. Gentle yoga exercise with slow-moving movements. Bikram. Thought about therapeutic for how the positions are held yet is very difficult as the room is warmed to at the very least 105 levels Fahrenheit with a 40% moisture degree. (* Many Bikram studios and also classes no more use the Bikram name, however still adhere to the similar sequence.) Yin Yoga. Easy stretching presents are held for 3-10 minutes to allow time for the muscular tissue as well as connective tissues to release as well as can test the mind as well as likewise the body differently as a result of the longer holds.

Other Meditative as well as Conventional Lineage Designs: Kundalini. Differs from testing and also energetic to mild, slow and also reflective. Devotional practice that includes chanting and singing. Created by Yogi Bhajan. Tantra. Any kind of style that comes from the Hatha yoga tradition with a deeper meditative objective either throughout or after asana practice. Bhakti. The yoga of love as well as dedication. Bhakti courses commonly have chanting or vocal singing as a means of revealing commitment and immersing in love.

What Style of Yoga Fits You

It is necessary to take into consideration the reason that you involved yoga in the first place and why you are sticking to the technique, additionally, when determining what your technique might look like. And understand that this might transform as your method takes place, as well as that's okay. Did you come to yoga for boosting your stamina as well as versatility? To ease your mind of tension as well as anxiety? Advertises mind health? Due to the fact that your medical professional informed you to? Whatever it might be, this can assist you in knowing what classes you may like as well as what you desire to integrate into your method. Whether it is corrective yoga exercise, warm power yoga, vinyasa circulation, etc.

If you are searching for a method that will permit your mind and body to renew, remainder, and be at convenience after that a more corrective and also mild exercise with yin postures might be a good suitable for you. If you are somebody that wants more of a literally tough practice and likewise discovers the mental obstacle there also, then probably an effective vinyasa or heated class fits your needs. That being stated, mixing up the standard of your exercise with a slower or faster speed of a method additionally has its advantages. The key is to pay attention to what your body, mind, and spirit need.

Your Unique Practice

Among every one of the styles of yoga available, the key is discovering what matches you as well as your demands for each day. Also simply going to one yoga exercise class a week can leave you really feeling calmer and also more clear. Sometimes that is all the time we have. To truly reap the advantages of yoga a day-to-day practice or also at least 3 times a week is where the advantages truly begin to show as well as grow. When I claim daily practice I don't suggest constantly going to a course each and every single day. Perhaps some days the practice is a 10-15 min series in the house on your mat. If you need some support while at home, there are numerous on-line platforms that give videos as well as series that you can stream. One preferred Youtube network, Yoga exercise With Adrienne, uses complimentary video clips to guide you on your floor covering at any type of time. The first step of a yoga exercise practice is coming into the area for the technique, getting in touch with your breath, as well as discovering what is taking place within. Sometimes also just hopping on your floor covering and also understanding that you need to simply lay there as well as pay attention to your breath is a method as well. That is the appeal of yoga exercise, truth yoga exercise is completely yours and it comes from within as well as what you distinctively require. It may be a powerful, fast paced motion method or simply just laying there. The yoga takes place when you pay attention to what you need, explore, as well as deepen the connection between you as well as your body.

If you practice yoga exercise once a week, you will certainly alter your mind. If you practice two times a week you will change your body. If you practice each day, you will transform your life. B.K.S. Iyengar

The true yoga of attaching within your own self, preferably that occurs in a day-to-day home technique. Now, keeping that claimed, mosting likely to a class is actually beneficial. It holds a space for every person's yoga exercise technique, you are with other individuals, you have the assistance, as well as you can learn exactly how to facilitate a house practice. Developing a residence practice takes time and persistence, and as it develops, the yoga courses and also videos become the area for workshop and also finding out about the technique that you can after that add right into your own practice. I am definitely not claiming to not take a yoga exercise class. Your own special method can occur in a yoga exercise class, particularly as your very own technique develops and you find out more concerning what benefit you. You can make use of a yoga class to sustain your very own daily technique as you discover more concerning exercising yoga exercise. Sometimes a yoga exercise class is additionally a much better alternative than practicing in the house, if you do not currently have the room, there are a lot of diversions, etc. In either case, obtaining on your mat where it is just you as well as your mat, can become magical as you create the room for a much deeper link and understanding within yourself.

True yoga exercise originates from within, and having an additional body around frequently maintains you outside yourself, not within. Stephanie Keach, the writer of The Yoga Handbook

I wish I might offer you an exact solution as to exactly how frequently you must exercise a week. Preferably, a lot of yoga educators will certainly concur that an everyday technique is optimal. Like I stated previously, this does not indicate an hour as well as a fifty percent yoga exercise course everyday. For some individuals that is practical as well as functions well for them, for others it is not. A method can additionally be taking a couple of mins in the early morning, night, or at some point throughout the day to tune into your body, breath, as well as mind. The key is regarding the frequency of practicing consistently, whenever in the day it may be. This still makes a huge distinction for your day than if you had not. The vital part of a true yoga exercise technique is the listening to as well as getting in touch with what is taking place within, feeling it, and having your method that sustains your demands for that day.

Listen To Your Body

There are some precautions to remember when starting a yoga method. If it is for physical factors, a yoga exercise technique can foster healing, adaptability, as well as structure of stamina. But, your body needs to not obtain to the point of severe fatigue or dehydration from doing too much. If this occurs, take what your body needs to relax and also renew, specifically if you appreciate taking powerful and/or warmed courses. Warm yoga exercise has ended up being popular in the west. Some advantages of warmed courses are the toughness structure, a detoxification sensation from the amount of sweat, increased adaptability from the warmth in your body, as well as the feeling of achievement after the course. It is crucial to understand of the safety measures that should be taken when practicing hot yoga exercise regularly. There is the common idea that very warmed classes melt even more calories, which is a selling point for these classes, however a recent research has actually shown that to be not true.

Doing anything with attention to exactly how you really feel is doing yoga exercise. Jean Couch

Your body may be working harder, yet it is functioning to cool you down. Dehydration is a significant issue in warm yoga, particularly the greater humidity classes like Bikram, from the quantity of water loss in sweat. Make sure to consume greater than lots of water before, throughout, and after the course. Warm fatigue and also adrenal tiredness can likewise occur from the repeated quantity of warmth and also stress and anxiety on the body. Just remain mindful when exercising in these conditions and listen to what your body is informing you. Some people technique hot yoga on a regular basis and also it works well for them, so you can do this if it fits your needs as well as your body can handle the conditions. Always take and do what you need, some days it may be powerful and also some days it can be mild, too.

True Yoga

The true objective of yoga exercise is to strengthen the connection within yourself to make sure that you can grow in the direction of your highest as well as finest self. Yoga exercise takes every day as it is, and urges you to listen to your very own special being. An asana practice helps this on our mats to ensure that we can check out, challenge ourselves, learn more about ourselves, be interested, grow literally as well as emotionally stronger and flexible, as well as enable our real self to reveal via the common corruption of the negativity on the planet around us. Permit your technique to fit your very own lifestyle.

Do your technique as well as all is coming. Sri. K. Pattahbi Jois

Whether you exercise once, two times, or multiple times a week, proceed to utilize each method to technique on your own with interest. You may discover something you really did not understand existed, learn, and also grow. As your technique proceeds you might locate that you need to practice more frequently as well as probably physically differently depending on what is throwing or not tossing at you, as well as this is fine, for each change can bring growth.