#and struggling to cope with it if its a feasible thing

[dawnbreakerluna]

the crazy thing about being aroace and generally identifying with the aspectrum is that you find the true safety in experiencing sexuality / sexual pleasures in fictional spaces & honestly that’s very okay and very valid

[thedreadvampy]

Had a really valuable conversation with a friend today about like. the difference between dying on every hill and deciding in yourself what hills you're genuinely prepared to die on.

It is not a pleasant or self-flattering reflection to make. There are causes that I think are incredibly, earth-shatteringly important, even things which have saved my life personally, like abortion rights, which I would have to admit I would struggle to choose to burn my life for.

But if you're willing to give everything for every righteous cause - to lay your entire life on the line and risk blowing your whole shit up - then there comes a point where it was never really about the cause itself as about your own martyr complex. cause there will always be opportunities to blow your life up, but to be part of a sustainable movement it's got to be strategic and it's got to be focused.

there are things worth getting arrested for. there are things worth losing everything for. there are things worth dying for. but if you're putting yourself at risk of that you have to know what you're getting into and you have to have made a positive decision that that's a price worth paying.

and personally I don't think its feasible to fully take on the weight of that decision without it just being an urge to self destruction for more than a very small number of causes per person.

for me, I think it's easy to say what those are. Palestine, trans rights, migrant rights, and the abusive benefits system. those are not the only causes that matter to me, or even necessarily the ones which matter most, but those are the only ones I can say, hand in heart, I think I could cope with losing everything if it moved those forwards.

and so I was wondering why those things. and both the hills to die on and the reasoning will be different for everyone, and the reason isn't that those are the only ones that matter, or the ones that matter intrinsically most. for me though I am thinking about it and I think it's like. I cannot burn my life down in the name of abortion rights or rape redress or accountability for abuse because like. those things already took my fucking life and everything I have to lose, I built up to spite those systems of violence.

things like Palestinian liberation, trans rights and migrants rights - I have seen some of the depth and breadth of that impact but i haven't lost anything to those struggles that I don't choose to lose. austerity and the abusive systems of poverty have impacted my life severely but fundamentally I've never been in them with no safety line.

it would feel counterproductive to burn my life down for the things that I've worked so hard to build my life up after. Someone like me having the chance to live well is part of the point of fighting abuse or unwanted pregnancy. but there are things that are just as important and just as destructive, and where me living well is complicity not rebellion. and that's part of why those are the hills I'm willing to die on I think.

like fundamentally what we were talking about was kind of that a lot of people think they're willing to lay down their life for every vital cause. but when the metal meets the meat, they haven't actually prepared for the possibility that might happen. it's easy to say you'd give your freedom for every cause that matters, but you can't die a thousand times over.

And that's ok! We can have each other's backs. We may agree on all our political outline but have a different couple of hills we're willing to die on. I can't give everything for abortion but my friend can. He can't give everything for male survivors of rape but his friend can. His friend can't give everything for trans rights but I can. You know? I think it's better to acknowledge what we can and can't bring ourselves to risk sacrificing than it is to pretend we're infinitely capable of sacrifice, even if we want to be and even if we feel like we should be.

[pruengs]

a symptom of being human - master post

a symptom of being human is my humanverse gerame & pruk hetalia au. i am hoping to write a cohesive story about it one day but for now i'm compiling this information here (taken from discord & my google doc) for you to look at. i'll link to the other posts here.

all posts of this au will be tagged as #asobh.

general info.

it's set in germany. arthur meant to study abroad for two semesters, but ran into gilbert because they studied the same thing (art history) and then never left. alfred wanted to escape the unites states and went to germany as an au pair, which is where he met ludwig.

arthur and gil are 4 years older than lud and al.

ludwig has autism.

alfred & gilbert are trans.

arthur speaks fluent german, alfred is learning german but is having a much harder time learning it than arthur.

alfred and matthew are still twins, but matthew lives with his father in canada, while alfred lived with his mother in the united states. they still talk generally.

the next paragraph is technically also general info but it needs to be expanded so it gets its own bullet point list here.

gilbert and his thing with death.

terminal illness! discussion of death and dying!

gilbert has an unspecified illness that is going to kill him before he's 30. i haven't decided on what yet, but it's a degenerative disease that he was born with, and it got diagnosed when he was a young child, and he has been raised with the knowledge that he won't make it past 30.

UPDATE: gilbert has hermansky-pudlak syndrome type 1, an extremely rare autosomal disorder, that causes albinism, bleeding diathesis, immunodeficiency, and pulmonary fibrosis.

he has a life expectancy of around 30, and has been raised with that knowledge. he's well aware he's going to die.

so is ludwig, of course, but it's still hard on everyone. ludwig cannot cope with the concept well, because he cannot fully grasp it.

gilbert's mortality especially becomes an issue once the relationship between arthur and gilbert becomes serious.

because gilbert didn't talk about it when they got together, because he assumed they wouldn't stay together long enough anyway, and then suddenly arthur is proposing to him and gilbert realizes this is a conversation they have to have immediately, 'cause he will not marry him under false pretenses.

gilbert is pretty optimistic despite the dying thing, usually. he planned his own funeral because he's pragmatic like that. his testament is written and he jokes about it constantly, he doesn't care because he never knew anything else. but of course even he has his limits and gets very, very upset about it sometimes.

when it comes to leaving his family behind, or even more personal things.

like settling down or starting a family he has difficulties dealing with it. because he's good with kids, maybe would even like some, but he knows it's not really feasible. he wouldn't live long enough to see them growing up, and he couldn't put the stress on arthur on raising children alone, and he couldn't put the stress on the children either. to lose a parent. adopting isn't an option because of that, and biological kids even less so because he would be too scared of passing his illness on. and he is really struggling with it, because it's something he always wanted.

the only person gilbert really talks about his issues with is his father. gilbert can't possibly imagine how hard it must be for him to know he's going to lose his son, but he talks things through with him a lot and in the end they both feel better, especially because gilbert sometimes just needs to rant.

that and his therapist. because you bet your ass germania put this kid in therapy the moment that diagnosis came.

links.

the german family. german family part 2.

pruk.

germerica.

bad friends trio.

roderich.

misc.

fic: baby, pull me closer. [prueng, explicit]

[will be updated with other links, like arts or fic.]

[streetslost]

Apologies if you've been sent a ask along similar lines before.. But ,seen a question doing the rounds and wanted to ask it! If Cat could invent one thing just by talking about it, what would they invent?

i'm assuming this question is a literally anything and not holding to any laws of feasibility... but this is tough. partially because i think her answer would vary depending on her present situation and if she knew she was about to make her invention real... in main verse, on the streets, yatta yatta... honestly she probably wouldn't be the most creative. it would end up just being a portable machine that could create her any meal she wanted. because she thinks a lot about her hunger and how she's going to obtain her next meal. even though she isn't strictly skin and bones, she's still far from healthy and the idea of being too weak from lack of food plagues her some evenings. especially when she's going through a downswing and so getting a hold of meals in any capacity becomes a challenge. with a little more time and thought, she'd probably want to create a device that could help her maintain a job or even just print money for her. not like she understands inflation and the consequences... she just knows she needs cash. something that could wipe her permanent record, forge her new documents. in the end, cat doesn't really want a machine or invention, she kind of just needs decent people willing to help her. it's weird in that verse. when she lives with scott or most in-a-home verses or scenarios, i could see her being more thoughtful. something that would help ease mental struggles. i don't mean disabilities so much as she would want a machine that can help create the comfort and ease that people sometimes need to help with various obstacles that cause them stress, difficulties, and anguish. like if the machine could adapt to its user, essentially... giving them the tools they need for coping and breathing. in... safe ways, preferably.

@hunterfromthewoods

[erlynmae]

INKPRINT VENDOPRO: IT'S A WRAP!

Like how autumn and relationships come to an end in this approaching winter, this business venture journey comes to a close; to face another season ahead.

The last few weeks have not been easy. It was the weeks of revision, multiple product validation, and application of the things we learned from our Entrepreneurial Mind subject so far. In our final pitch, we produced the best that we could to give an output that would be qualified and substantial enough to call a ‘business venture’. Yet, the turn of events was never smooth at all. We faced multiple questions, and errors, with nothing but embarrassment because we felt like we'd never done it right, even after all the weeks and months of effort.

We were slammed with questions we've got no answers to. We came in confident and came out weary. However, we’ve learned from that experience how important it is to mindfully create financial statements, to surely validate the feasibility of the business as well as the costs, and most importantly, to listen and apply suggestions and advice from mentors.

With those final moments, we've experienced a new type of feeling, but something we will never call ‘failing’. With all the sleepless nights, with all the struggles to make ends meet, and facing our fears to speak in front of the panelists, make the frightening final pitching a memorable and worthwhile experience.

It is due to Ma'am Lovely being a responsible instructor that we learned how to cope with the aftermath of our business venture. She, from the very start, has already reminded us how a start-up business requires strong will, determination, and multiple backup plans until we’re left with nothing. She has taught us what it means to be humble, to persevere, and most importantly the essence of a business that does not only benefit the entrepreneurs but that should have an impact and should benefit its community. She's a woman of empathy and compassion. We wouldn't have made it this far without her guidance.

Moreover, we believe that in this, we've put our utmost best. It was never as smooth as a marble countertop, and it was not always rainbows and sunshine. We don't always agree with each other’s opinions and ideas, but we have unitedly come to support each other hand in hand, from the crafting of the business title to the making of PowerPoint presentations. Even in a short period, we learned a lot from each other. We learned how to be extra patient, to be understanding of the situations of others, to be open-minded to ideas, and to be cooperative.

A goal would be hard to achieve when it's only hand working. But with the group working together, we are able. It was never easy, but with people you know who have your back, everything feels light and bearable.

Hence, for almost four good months, this Entrepreneurial journey has come to an end. Thank you so much! To God be the Glory.

Insights/Learnings:

It's never been easy to craft a business venture, hence, I learned that good communication is the key to understanding. Without cooperation and unity, this business venture would have ended early and would never have existed, but thanks to my group mates, we made it 'to the finish line, I realized that building a business venture is not easy; it requires effort, patience, and sufficient knowledge in all aspects related to the venture you are creating. That's why I learned to be patient, listen to everyone's opinions, and accept that not every idea or opinion you want to contribute to the group is accepted in all situations. I also gathered some insights that if you lack interest in creating a business venture, you will not make it possible, and if you are not the type of person to accept rejection, you cannot grow. I also learned that we all need a helping hand, to help us make it, get through it, guide us on what to do, and give us knowledge on how to start a business venture and make it to the end, thanks to our beautiful instructor, Ma'am Lovely, who helped me grow. Lastly, I learned that it is important to learn and accept all the things, situations—you name it, for you to be aware next time, and to prevent the wrong actions from happening again.

(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Logo for our dear business venture, InkPrint VendoPro!💗

This was the time we were planning what venture we should make 🤔 by performing interviews to students around CMU.

Planning time 🥰

💗💗💗

The end.

[sanciapasok]

INKPRINT VENDOPRO: IT'S A WRAP!

Like how autumn and relationships come to end in this approaching winter, this business venture journey comes to a close; to face another season ahead.

The last few weeks have not been easy. It was the weeks of revision, multiple product validation, and application of the things we learned from our Entrepreneurial Mind subject so far. In our final pitching, we produced the best that we can to give an output that would be qualified and substantial enough to call a ‘business venture’. Yet, the turn of events was never smooth at all. We faced multiple questions, errors, with nothing but embarrassment because we feel like we've never done it right, even after all the weeks and months of effort.

We were slammed with questions we've got no answers to. We came in confident and came out weary. However, we’ve learned from that experience how important it is to mindfully create the financial statements, to surely validate the feasibility of the business as well as the costs, and most importantly, to listen and apply suggestions and advice from mentors.

With those final moments, we've experienced a new type of feeling, but something we will never call ‘failing’. With all the sleepless nights, with all the struggles to make the ends meet, and to face our fears to speak in front of the panelists, makes the frightening final pitching a memorable and worthwhile experience.

It is due to ma'am Lovely being a responsible instructor that we learned how to cope with the aftermaths of our business venture. She, from the very start, has already reminded us how a start-up business requires strong will, determination, and multiple back-up plans until we’re left with nothing. She has taught us what it means to be humble, to persevere, and most importantly the essence of a business that does not only benefit the entrepreneurs but that it should have an impact and should benefit its community. She's a woman of empathy and compassion. We wouldn't have made it this far without her guidance.

Moreover, we believe that in this, we've put our utmost best. It was never as smooth as a marble countertop, and it was not always rainbows and sunshines. We don't always agree with each other’s opinions and ideas, but we have unitedly come to support each other hand in hand, from the crafting of the business title, to the making of PowerPoint presentations. Even in a short span of time, we learned a lot from each other. We learned how to be extra patient, to be understanding of the situations of others, to be open-minded to ideas, and to be cooperative. A goal would be hard to achieve when it's only a hand working. But with the group working together, we are able. It was never easy, but with people you know who got your back, everything feels light and bearable.

Hence, for almost four good months, this Entrepreneurial journey has come to an end. Thank you so much! To God be the Glory.

Insights:

With this journey coming to an end, I have come to realize the things that I should have given more attention to and matters that should be put to a pause to give more attention to more significant situations. We lackednlot of things that we should have knowledge about as business students. We learned that the hard way, unfortunately. But, as students we had a lot of things to do as we also have several subjects to take so maybe we were not able to divide our time equally to be able to cater all our activities as needed. Indeed, time management is essential in our lives, personally or professionally. Regardless of the results, I am proud of our team because despite being clueless of what to do in the beginning of this journey, as most groups, we were able to come this far. Them being understanding and cooperative helped a lot in building our chemistry as a group and supporting each whenever one needs it. Lastly, to our block mates that became our comfort as we are experiencing the same, whether in criticism or compliments from our instructor/s, I am also thankful to them for just simply being there and lifting up the spirit of others whenever they need every end of our presentations. We started this journey with a lot of worry as we are clueless of what to do but we are ending it with a lot of lessons and we thank our instructor for that, Ms. Lovely Tecson, for her guidance and patience towards us until the end. This has been a rough journey with a bit of cupcakes and rainbows but it was definitely worth it. This is Sancia Z. Pasok of InkPrint VendoPro, now signing off.

[pogoyarabelajane]

INKPRINT VENDOPRO: IT'S A WRAP!

Like how autumn and relationships come to end in this approaching winter, this business venture journey comes to a close; to face another season ahead.

The last few weeks have not been easy. It was the weeks of revision, multiple product validation, and application of the things we learned from our Entrepreneurial Mind subject so far. In our final pitching, we produced the best that we can to give an output that would be qualified and substantial enough to call a ‘business venture’. Yet, the turn of events was never smooth at all. We faced multiple questions, errors, with nothing but embarrassment because we feel like we've never done it right, even after all the weeks and months of effort.

We were slammed with questions we've got no answers to. We came in confident and came out weary. However, we’ve learned from that experience how important it is to mindfully create the financial statements, to surely validate the feasibility of the business as well as the costs, and most importantly, to listen and apply suggestions and advice from mentors.

With those final moments, we've experienced a new type of feeling, but something we will never call ‘failing’. With all the sleepless nights, with all the struggles to make the ends meet, and to face our fears to speak in front of the panelists, makes the frightening final pitching a memorable and worthwhile experience.

It is due to ma'am Lovely being a responsible instructor that we learned how to cope with the aftermaths of our business venture. She, from the very start, has already reminded us how a start-up business requires strong will, determination, and multiple back-up plans until we’re left with nothing. She has taught us what it means to be humble, to persevere, and most importantly the essence of a business that does not only benefit the entrepreneurs but that it should have an impact and should benefit its community. She's a woman of empathy and compassion. We wouldn't have made it this far without her guidance.

Moreover, we believe that in this, we've put our utmost best. It was never as smooth as a marble countertop, and it was not always rainbows and sunshines. We don't always agree with each other’s opinions and ideas, but we have unitedly come to support each other hand in hand, from the crafting of the business title, to the making of PowerPoint presentations. Even in a short span of time, we learned a lot from each other. We learned how to be extra patient, to be understanding of the situations of others, to be open-minded to ideas, and to be cooperative. A goal would be hard to achieve when it's only a hand working. But with the group working together, we are able. It was never easy, but with people you know who got your back, everything feels light and bearable.

Hence, for almost four good months, this Entrepreneurial journey has come to an end. Thank you so much! To God be the Glory.

INSIGHTS:

For almost four months of entrepreneurial journey I am very grateful for having these teammates who taught me personal and professional growth. The challenges we faced as a team is definitely

[gapaskat]

IVP - FINAL BLOG

INKPRINT VENDOPRO: IT'S A WRAP!

Like how autumn and relationships come to end in this approaching winter, this business venture journey comes to a close; to face another season ahead.

The last few weeks have not been easy. It was the weeks of revision, multiple product validation, and application of the things we learned from our Entrepreneurial Mind subject so far. In our final pitching, we produced the best that we can to give an output that would be qualified and substantial enough to call a ‘business venture’. Yet, the turn of events was never smooth at all. We faced multiple questions, errors, with nothing but embarrassment because we feel like we've never done it right, even after all the weeks and months of effort.

We were slammed with questions we've got no answers to. We came in confident and came out weary. However, we’ve learned from that experience how important it is to mindfully create the financial statements, to surely validate the feasibility of the business as well as the costs, and most importantly, to listen and apply suggestions and advice from mentors.

With those final moments, we've experienced a new type of feeling, but something we will never call ‘failing’. With all the sleepless nights, with all the struggles to make the ends meet, and to face our fears to speak in front of the panelists, makes the frightening final pitching a memorable and worthwhile experience.

It is due to ma'am Lovely being a responsible instructor that we learned how to cope with the aftermaths of our business venture. She, from the very start, has already reminded us how a start-up business requires strong will, determination, and multiple back-up plans until we’re left with nothing. She has taught us what it means to be humble, to persevere, and most importantly the essence of a business that does not only benefit the entrepreneurs but that it should have an impact and should benefit its community. She's a woman of empathy and compassion. We wouldn't have made it this far without her guidance.

Moreover, we believe that in this, we've put our utmost best. It was never as smooth as a marble countertop, and it was not always rainbows and sunshines. We don't always agree with each other’s opinions and ideas, but we have unitedly come to support each other hand in hand, from the crafting of the business title, to the making of PowerPoint presentations. Even in a short span of time, we learned a lot from each other. We learned how to be extra patient, to be understanding of the situations of others, to be open-minded to ideas, and to be cooperative. A goal would be hard to achieve when it's only a hand working. But with the group working together, we are able. It was never easy, but with people you know who got your back, everything feels light and bearable.

Hence, for almost four good months, this Entrepreneurial journey has come to an end. Thank you so much! To God be the Glory.

Documentation (August - December 2023)

[kwennnlandel]

Final Blog - Business Venture

INKPRINT VENDOPRO: "IT'S A WRAP!"

Like how autumn and relationships come to end in this approaching winter, this business venture journey comes to a close; to face another season ahead.

The last few weeks have not been easy. It was the weeks of revision, multiple product validation, and application of the things we learned from our Entrepreneurial Mind subject so far. In our final pitching, we produced the best that we can to give an output that would be qualified and substantial enough to call a ‘business venture’. Yet, the turn of events was never smooth at all. We faced multiple questions, errors, with nothing but embarrassment because we feel like we've never done it right, even after all the weeks and months of effort.

We were slammed with questions we've got no answers to. We came in confident and came out weary. However, we’ve learned from that experience how important it is to mindfully create the financial statements, to surely validate the feasibility of the business as well as the costs, and most importantly, to listen and apply suggestions and advice from mentors.

With those final moments, we've experienced a new type of feeling, but something we will never call ‘failing’. With all the sleepless nights, with all the struggles to make the ends meet, and to face our fears to speak in front of the panelists, makes the frightening final pitching a memorable and worthwhile experience.

It is due to ma'am Lovely being a responsible instructor that we learned how to cope with the aftermaths of our business venture. She, from the very start, has already reminded us how a start-up business requires strong will, determination, and multiple back-up plans until we’re left with nothing.

She has taught us what it means to be humble, to persevere, and most importantly the essence of a business that does not only benefit the entrepreneurs but that it should have an impact and should benefit its community. She's a woman of empathy and compassion. We wouldn't have made it this far without her guidance.

Moreover, we believe that in this, we've put our utmost best. It was never as smooth as a marble countertop, and it was not always rainbows and sunshines. We don't always agree with each other’s opinions and ideas, but we have unitedly come to support each other hand in hand, from the crafting of the business title, to the making of PowerPoint presentations. Even in a short span of time, we learned a lot from each other. We learned how to be extra patient, to be understanding of the situations of others, to be open-minded to ideas, and to be cooperative. A goal would be hard to achieve when it's only a hand working. But with the group working together, we are able. It was never easy, but with people you know who got your back, everything feels light and bearable. It was with the effort of everyone that we are able to make it this far.

Hence, for almost four good months, this Entrepreneurial journey has come to an end. Thank you so much! To God be the Glory!

[Documentations from the beginning to the end of our Entrepreneurial Mind journey: August-December2023]

Ciao! Adios! 'til next time! <3

[delacruzrubyrosa]

IVP FINAL BLOG - ENTREP

INKPRINT VENDOPRO: IT'S A WRAP!

Like how autumn and relationships come to end in this approaching winter, this business venture journey comes to a close; to face another season ahead.

The last few weeks have not been easy. It was the weeks of revision, multiple product validation, and application of the things we learned from our Entrepreneurial Mind subject so far. In our final pitching, we produced the best that we can to give an output that would be qualified and substantial enough to call a ‘business venture’. Yet, the turn of events was never smooth at all. We faced multiple questions, errors, with nothing but embarrassment because we feel like we've never done it right, even after all the weeks and months of effort.

We were slammed with questions we've got no answers to. We came in confident and came out weary. However, we’ve learned from that experience how important it is to mindfully create the financial statements, to surely validate the feasibility of the business as well as the costs, and most importantly, to listen and apply suggestions and advice from mentors.

With those final moments, we've experienced a new type of feeling, but something we will never call ‘failing’. With all the sleepless nights, with all the struggles to make the ends meet, and to face our fears to speak in front of the panelists, makes the frightening final pitching a memorable and worthwhile experience.

It is due to ma'am Lovely being a responsible instructor that we learned how to cope with the aftermaths of our business venture. She, from the very start, has already reminded us how a start-up business requires strong will, determination, and multiple back-up plans until we’re left with nothing. She has taught us what it means to be humble, to persevere, and most importantly the essence of a business that does not only benefit the entrepreneurs but that it should have an impact and should benefit its community. She's a woman of empathy and compassion. We wouldn't have made it this far without her guidance.

Moreover, we believe that in this, we've put our utmost best. It was never as smooth as a marble countertop, and it was not always rainbows and sunshines. We don't always agree with each other’s opinions and ideas, but we have unitedly come to support each other hand in hand, from the crafting of the business title, to the making of PowerPoint presentations. Even in a short span of time, we learned a lot from each other. We learned how to be extra patient, to be understanding of the situations of others, to be open-minded to ideas, and to be cooperative. A goal would be hard to achieve when it's only one hand working. But with the group working together, we are able. It was never easy, but with people you know who got your back, everything feels light and bearable.

Learnings/Insights:

Throughout the InkPrint VendoPro entrepreneurial journey, I've undergone significant personal and professional growth. The challenges faced during the final pitching provided invaluable lessons in resilience and adaptability, teaching me the importance of embracing setbacks as opportunities for improvement. Navigating the intricacies of financial statements enhanced my understanding of the critical role financial literacy plays in shaping a sustainable business. The guidance and mentorship received, particularly from Ma'am Lovely L. Tecson, underscored the importance of listening to and learning from experienced voices. Collaborating within the team showcased the power of diversity in opinions and the strength derived from supporting one another. This venture emphasized that true success lies not only in achieving personal goals but in creating a positive impact on the community. This entrepreneurial odyssey has fostered humility, perseverance, and an unwavering commitment to continual learning, enriching not just my entrepreneurial acumen but also my character.

Hence, for almost four good months, this Entrepreneurial journey has come to an end. Thank you so much! To God be the Glory.

[Documentation from beginning to the end of our entrep journey__August-December2023]

[mortallystarstruckstudent]

The Art of Presenting a Compelling Business Case

In the aggressive landscape of the cutting-edge business world, the capability to present a compelling commercial enterprise case is a useful skill that may make the distinction between success and failure. A well-dependent and persuasive enterprise case now not simplest informs selection-makers but additionally engages and convinces them to act. In this text, we will discover the important thing elements of crafting a powerful business case that captivates your target market, solves their questions, and drives your favored effects.

Igniting Curiosity

Have you ever questioned what units aside a winning proposal from an unnoticed one? How do-little business professionals consistently sway selections of their choice, at the same time as others struggle to benefit from attention? The solution lies in the art of imparting a compelling business case. In this speedy-paced generation, in which selections abound, learning this artwork can be your ticket to achieving your goals. Let's dive into the intricacies of making a commercial enterprise case that not handiest captures attention but also results in impactful choices.

Understanding Your Audience: The Core Foundation

Any effective commercial enterprise case begins with a deep expertise of your target audience. Who are they? What are their ache factors, dreams, and issues? Tailoring your presentation to cope with their unique needs’ paperwork is the bedrock of a compelling case. Imagine being able to talk at once to the concerns that keep your audience awake at nighttime. This is where the magic begins.

Structuring for Impact: The Power of Flow

A nicely based business case is like a nicely composed symphony. It has a glide that guides your audience via a logical journey. Begin with a clean and concise government summary that encapsulates the essence of your suggestion. Follow it with an enticing trouble statement that resonates with your audience's pain points. Transition seamlessly into your proposed solution, showcasing not just its benefits but also its feasibility.

The Data Speaks: Incorporating Facts and Figures

In today's statistics-pushed world, raw statistics speak volumes. Numbers, statistics, and proof-based total research can remodel an excellent enterprise case into a high-quality one. Pepper your presentation with compelling statistics that help your claims. Visual aids like graphs and charts can make complex information digestible and noteworthy. Remember, a picture is well worth a thousand phrases.

The Human Touch: Weaving Stories and Quotes

Behind every enterprise choice, there is a human element. Weaving relatable stories into your case provides an emotional layer that resonates deeply. Share actual-lifestyles examples of how your idea has impacted others. Intersperse your narrative with relevant rates that lend credibility and authority to your argument. People hook up with testimonies, and they trust the phrases of reputable people.

Anticipating Questions: Addressing Doubts Proactively

A compelling enterprise case does not handiest solution to the apparent questions however additionally anticipates and addresses capacity doubts. Think like a skeptic and preemptively provide properly based responses. This proactive technique demonstrates your expertise and thorough preparation. It also reduces skepticism and builds confidence in your thoughts.

The Power of Visualization: Painting a Future

Take your audience on a journey into the future you envision. Use vibrant language and imagery to explain the superb outcomes your thought will bring. Allow them to visualize the transformative effect of your thoughts. When humans can see the destination, they are much more likely to embark on the adventure.

Conclusion: From Questions to Conviction

As we finish this exploration of the artwork of offering a compelling enterprise case, mirror the questions raised inside the beginning. What distinguishes a triumphing concept? How do-little professionals continually reach swaying decisions? The answer lies in the strategic blend of audience know-how, impactful structuring, records-pushed persuasion, human connection, anticipatory addressing, and the energy of visualization.

The ability to steer, coupled with a deep commitment to your suggestion, can flip hesitant nods into resounding approvals. So, as you embark on your next business presentation, recollect the artistry behind it, and allow your case to shine brilliantly.

"Your work is going to fill a massive part of your existence, and the most effective manner to be genuinely happy is to do what you consider is superb work."

— Steve Jobs

In the end, supplying a compelling enterprise case requires finesse, strategy, and deep expertise in each of your proposals and your audience. By using an aggregate of storytelling, records-pushed insights, proactive addressing of doubts, and the strength of visualization, you can craft a presentation that no longer simply engages but also persuades. So, the next time you are status at the front of the room, consider that you're now not simply presenting a case – you're painting a vision of success.

[ef74tb]

Investing in Your Mental Health Amidst Turmoil and Hardship

Our mental health is an incredibly important part of our lives, yet it can often be neglected or overlooked. In times of hardship and turmoil, taking care of our mental wellbeing should be a priority.

There are many ways we can prioritize our mental health, such as setting realistic goals for ourselves, reaching out to professionals for help if needed, engaging in activities that bring us joy and peace, and managing any physical conditions like urinary incontinence with the right resources.

This article will discuss some tips on how to take care of your mental health during difficult times. So let's get started!

The importance of mental health and its impact on our lives

Mental health has become increasingly important in our society, and for good reason. Our mental health can impact every aspect of our lives, from our relationships with others to our overall happiness and well-being.

Taking care of our minds is just as important as taking care of our bodies, and there are many ways we can do this. Whether it be through talking to a therapist, practicing self-care, or finding a healthy outlet for our emotions, prioritizing our mental health can lead to a more fulfilling life.

So let's celebrate the importance of mental health and take the necessary steps to ensure we are taking care of ourselves both physically and mentally.

How to set realistic goals for yourself during times of turmoil and hardship

It's no secret that times of turmoil and hardship can be overwhelming. But amidst all the chaos, one way to keep yourself grounded is to set realistic goals.

Whether it's a small daily target or a larger long-term objective, having something to strive for can provide a sense of direction and purpose.

Of course, it's important to be mindful of what is feasible for you in your current circumstances - setting goals that are too ambitious can be discouraging and contribute to even more stress. Start by identifying what's most important to you, and then work backwards to figure out the steps you need to take to achieve it.

Remember that progress is not always linear, so don't be too hard on yourself if things don't always go according to plan. Celebrate even the small successes along the way - they all add up in the end. With a little bit of determination and a whole lot of self-compassion, you can set realistic goals that will help you stay focused and motivated even in the toughest of times.

Why it is important to reach out for professional help if needed

Mental health is something we often overlook, but it's crucial to prioritize our mental health just as much as our physical health.

When our mental health is not a priority, it can negatively impact our overall well-being and quality of life.

This is why seeking professional help when caring for our mental health is so important. While it can be difficult to take that step, it's a vital one.

Seeking professional help can provide us with the tools we need to develop coping mechanisms, better understand our mental state, and learn valuable strategies for managing any challenges we may face.

By prioritizing our mental health and reaching out for professional help when needed, we can live happier and healthier lives.

Contending with the Difficulties of Urinary Incontinence

Urinary incontinence may be difficult to talk about, but it's more common than you think. It's estimated that over 25 million Americans struggle with this condition, which can range from occasional leaks to complete loss of bladder control.

But fear not! There are plenty of ways to manage this condition and get back to enjoying the things you love.

Options range from pelvic floor exercises and lifestyle changes to medication and even surgery, depending on the severity of your incontinence.

Remember, you don't have to face this alone. With the right support and resources, you can take control of your health and conquer even the most difficult of challenges.

How to start a business with zero capital

Starting a business can be challenging, especially when you have zero capital. But don't fret, all hope is not lost! With a little bit of creativity and hard work, you can turn your dream into a reality.

First things first, identify your skills and passions. What are you good at? What do you enjoy doing? Once you've figured that out, think about potential customers and what they need or want.

Next, start networking and building relationships. You never know who can help you in the future.

Utilize social media to your advantage and create a strong online presence.

Lastly, don't be afraid to ask for help or advice. Reach out to mentors or fellow entrepreneurs who have been in your shoes before. Remember, starting a business with zero capital may seem impossible at first, but it's not. Stay positive and stay motivated!

https://www.nationalmssociety.org/Living-Well-With-MS/Diet-Exercise-Healthy-Behaviors

[dreadfutures]

Happy Friday! I give you "kissing the top of their head" from the Touching prompt list for Morrigan and Kieran.

For @dadrunkwriting <3

Words: 568

Rating: G

-:-:-

Motherhood has been an endless revelation of how many things Morrigan does not know. She has long grown accustomed to this, though similar shortcomings in other realms—such as matters of the occult—still unsettle her.

It is a terrible thing when the two intersect. All her careful patience and sanguine coping mechanisms fail; perhaps she could be forgiven for not knowing all the answers as Kieran's mother, for her own was a poor example, but in matters of the arcane that pertain to him, infallibility feels imperative.

Serault is a crossing point of many foul things, and in this regard it is no different. Kieran's nascent destiny stirs and draws closer to the surface; he hears the calling of something in the Beyond, and Below; his magic has emerged at last, and he Dreams like nothing she has ever known. She had predicted much of this and yet finds herself entirely unprepared for the questions and choices that arise before her like predators in the mist.

One such unexpected change is Kieran's sleep. A decade on the run and she is accustomed to his quick-waking, ready to rouse and run in a moment's notice if danger called for it. Though he has always seemed to be lucid in his dreams, now he shapes the Fade—and now she finds it difficult to pull him from the Fade in the mornings.

Daybreak seizes her heart not for its promise, but for what it may portend. What creatures and dangers does he encounter when he should be safe at rest? What temptations does he find that she could not imagine for herself? She is no stranger to the call of demons and those restless spirits seeking some fulfillment in the use of her waking body as a vessel, or the temptations of forbidden knowledge offered by beings more ancient than perhaps time itself. But while those dangers had been intermittent for her, they are now constant for her son—and she can do nothing to protect him. It is simply not feasible to drink lyrium every night to accompany him as he walks the Fade, and she knows she must conserve her energy to accomplish the tasks she has undertaken to assure their safety in Serault.

So every morning she sits beside him and watches him sleep for a few fearful moments. She wonders if she would ever know if anything has gone wrong, like the Templars purport to in the monstrous Chantry jails called Circles. In her heart, she knows she will. It will not be because of any true change in appearance but rather because of some deeper instinct. She is certain of it.

She is certain of nothing.

Every morning she holds her breath as she wakes him with a firm shake of the shoulder, or sometimes many shakes. And to this day, every morning he cracks open his eyes and struggles to raise his sleep-heavy head.

Most days she simply gives him a fond smile to hide her relief, then leaves him to prepare for the day on his own.

But sometimes, when he takes longer to rouse, when he seems barely-conscious even when he opens his eyes, she pulls him into her arms and holds him tight. She will kiss the top of his head and breathe deeply of him, smelling of sleep, and thank the stars for releasing him to her once again.

[midnightsconspiracy]

Office Romance?

Office Romance? - @midnightsconspiracy

Summary: It's Mouse’s first day in the 21st district. Jay introduces him to the whole team, except you who seems to always be out until you finally meet at Molly’s and completely hit it off

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2193

Requested: Nope but my requests are currently open

A/N: This is my first time writing for Mouse and the longest fic I’ve written, so hopefully everyone likes it! :)

Masterlist

It was Mouse’s first day in Intelligence, it was finally the day that he was going to turn his life around. No longer living in sketchy areas and gaining felonies but instead becoming a legit member of society and working for a reputable institution, the Chicago police department. He had been recommended to the boss by his friend and former military buddy Jay Halstead, who unlike himself, had managed to get a proper holding in society after being discharged from the Rangers. This was finally his chance to show Jay and everyone else who cares about him that he could do something else good with his life and that he was more than just his time in the military.

Meeting Jay outside the district, the two men embrace in a warm hug, briefing saying their hellos and reminiscing on old times before they ascended the stairs. They pasted Sergeant Platt, Jay giving her a small hello in which she ignored and Mouse, despite having only met her once, gave her a polite smile. Punching in the passcode alongside his handprint, he unlocked the door climbing the second set of stairs up to the place he would call ‘home’ for hopefully years to come. Reaching the top Jay paused, Mouse quick to follow his actions.

“Guys this is Mouse, Mouse this is the Unit. That’s Dawson, Lindsay, Olinsky, Atwater, Nadia, and Sergeant Voight’s in his office.” The people in the room all averted their gaze from their own individual work, with Voight even exiting his office to greet him as well, to greet the newest member of the team, all presenting him with a momentary smile, short greeting, or handshake.

“Oh and Y/LN and Ruzek are currently out chasing up a lead right now but should be back soon,” Jay quickly followed up, trying to familiarise his buddy up with as much as possible to make him as comfortable as he could, knowing mouse struggled with rejoining society.

“Ok-k, well it's good meeting everyone, and I hope I can be of assistance to you all,” he mumbled out nervously, he admired Jay and Voight for giving him this opportunity but it still didn’t stop the feelings that they had a level of superiority over him due to their jobs. Taking him downstairs to his own tech room, he prompted Mouse to take a look around to get accustomed to his surroundings.

“What do you think buddy?

“I think it will do the job just fine,” he smiled back to jay reassuring him that he could do this.

“Ok, well if you’re all good I’ve got work to do myself,” Jay announced before turning and leaving Mouse to his own devices, finally leaving him to prove himself worthy.

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Mouse’s day was hectic, to say the least. Members of the team were constantly in and out of the tech room or calling him, getting him to give them vital information as quickly as he possibly could. But he thrived in the conditions present, what previously was extreme anxiety when he first entered turned into adrenaline. He hadn’t experienced such a high-intensity situation since his time at the Rangers, but he loved it. The Rangers was the place he felt most at home and alive, but the ‘accident’ had caused him to be honourably discharged. He wanted to be back in Afghanistan with Jay and his other military buddies desperately, feeling as though he had a place there, that he was actually contributing something good to the world, but this would do for the time, this was the best thing for him right now.

From what he could figure out, the unit was dealing with a human trafficking case in which multiple girls were found dead by the Docks, thrown into a container, and starved to death. Pulling up the names of multiple different men, he stared into their eyes as the pictures came up on his screen and felt no remorse for them as he heard each man be dragged into the cage one by one. The team managed to successfully find lead after lead, deciding to either all roll out together or keep sending Ruzek and Y/LN out. It was already about halfway through the day and Mouse still had not met the said people, only occasionally hearing their voices or being told to send them the information he was finding.

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As the day further progressed things started to flatline, leads found previously being a bust and nobody seeming to find anything worthwhile. The whole team worked tireless upstairs as Mouse found them the material they needed downstairs. Finally, after an hour of absolutely nothing, Dawson managed to get vital information from a CI and so a feasible lead was afoot. As the others were gearing up and getting ready to finally make some arrests, Jay popped his head into Mouse’s tech cave.

“Mouse I need you to send me the information on Spencer Phillips ASAP,” he was just about to walk out when he turned his head slightly to utter a few final words to his friend,

“And good job buddy, we really appreciate it.” Mouse smiled as he looked up the information for Jay, maybe he was going something good for the world, especially if his dearest friend thought so.

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The lead had been successful and two arrests of notable people in a human trafficking ring were arrested. The case was not fully closed, the organisation still up and running, but the perpetrators of the murders were put away to never see a day in the sun again. That was enough for Voight to warrant the members of his team a break to go home, rest and in the younger detective's case visit the local bar, Molly’s. Coming back up to the main room Jay greeted Mouse, patting him on the back for a job well done, he had underestimated his friend, thinking that he may struggle with his job just as he had coped with his anxiety and PTSD after coming back from the Middle East. Walking further into the room Mouse finally got to see the infamous man who had manage to evade his line of sight for the whole working day, Adam Ruzek. Approaching him he finally got to introduce himself.

“Hi, it's nice to finally meet you”

“Yeah, you too Mouse, I feel like I’ve been swept off my feet the whole day, you coming to Molly’s”

“I wasn’t planning to but sure why not?” Mouse had a vague idea of what Molly’s was, Jay sometimes talking about the bar run by first responders, but he was excited to finally see it for himself. Turning to Jay, who was packing his stuff up at his desk, he assumed he would want to go to the bar alongside the rest of the team,

“Molly’s then?” He smirked knowing Jay would never turn him or drinking down,

“Of course.” Leaving the district together, the two guys headed in the direction of the bar relieved to finally get away from work and have some downtime. Unbeknown to them you were in the changing room with Kim chatting away, excited to go for a drink and ready to go upstairs to meet the new tech guy. Little did you know you would be very disappointed when you did so.

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Arriving at the bar the men settled into the unit's usual booth at the back of the bar, flagging down Hermann to get two beers so that they could finally unwind from a long day of stressful events.

“The rest of the team should be here shortly, but how was your first day buddy, tell me all,” Jay asked hoping that his friend liked the position so that he could work towards becoming an outstanding member of the community and chuffed that he was working alongside his best friend once more.

“It was good man, I don’t really know what else to say about it. Um..I finally felt as if I was doing something with myself, I felt that adrenaline I missed from the Rangers, but I miss it, the thrill, the relationships, everything really Jay.” Jay sighed not knowing what to say, annoyed at his friend for missing it, he had spent so long trying to pull Mouse out of that bad place, a constant cycle of anxiety, depression, and PTSD, that it hurt him that he wanted to go back. The tense situation was interrupted by the rest of the team arriving, taking up the rest of the room in the booth with Erin snuggling up to Jay and Adam getting up to buy a round for the table. All the usual suspects were there enjoying themselves, except one, you.

You had gone home to shower and get out of your work clothes before making your way to meet the rest of the team for some rest and relaxation, maybe nestling a few beers throughout the night. Making your way into the bar, you passed members of firehouse 51, making small talk with them before moving towards Hermann to get yourself an alcoholic beverage. Thanking him you turned to walk over to your unit's table, spotting an unfamiliar figure in the corner of the booth next to jay, which you could assume was the new tech guy Mouse.

“Christ Y/LN where have you been?” Your partner Adam boomed, already a little tipsy from the two beers he had consumed.

“Sorry I had to go home first, wanted to freshen up,” you smiled amused at how much of a lightweight Adam really was, despite claiming otherwise.

“Y/N this is Mouse, I don’t think you’ve met yet,” Jay interrupted you, drawing your attention away to introduce you to the nervous man beside him. Looking him dead in the eyes, you noticed how attractive he was, you had just presumed that Mouse would be less than average looking considering his measly nickname, but no, the man in front of you was undeniably handsome with a charming smile and deep blue eyes.

“Hi, it's nice to meet you, sorry I didn’t meet you earlier, seems like we were both at the wrong place at the wrong time,” you gave a shy smile, sitting down next to Kevin trying to look confident despite the nervousness you felt inside.

“I-its good to meet you to Y/N, seems like the universe is not in our favour huh?” He stuttered equally as nervous, for what you assumed was first-time jitters, but little did you know it was because he found you equally as attractive.

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Throughout the night you continued talking with all members of your unit but especially Mouse. You felt naturally drawn to him, not just because of your attraction but also the stories he told that fascinated you, some from his days in the rangers and other ones from his childhood. By the end of the night, you too had managed to move to sit next to each other, with the members of your unit seeing you hit it off immediately and so pushed you together hoping for another office romance. Completely enamoured by him, you didn’t even notice that the other people in the bar were starting to trickle out slowly and Hermann’s last order was thirty minutes ago. Finally noticing your surroundings after the bartender had called your name and told you it was closing time, you checked your watch noticing the late time. Turning to Mouse you smiled and softly spoke about the revelation,

“I didn’t even realise how late it was, maybe we should get out of here, wait wait! Not like that, well unless you want you.” Noticing what you had said, you shyly smiled hoping he wouldn’t think you were too weird.

“That sounds good,” he cheekily smirked moving out of the booth, allowing you to get out too and heading towards the doors of the bar, saying a brief goodnight to Hermann on your way out. You walked down the street together to where your cars were parked, going at a slow pace, trying to extend your time together for as long as possible. Locating your car you stood next to it as you went to say your goodbyes to the handsome man in front of you.

“Thank you for keeping me company tonight, I really enjoyed it”

“Yeah me too, but I was hoping we could do it again sometime, just you and me?” Completely taken aback you stuttered to think of your response, you weren’t not thrilled about it at all, just completely surprised that he liked you as you did him.

“I’d love to Mouse, give me your phone,” handing you his phone you put your number in, silently hoping he would be one of those guys that actually use your number instead of ignoring it completely. Proceeding to hand it back, you both stood in silence not knowing what to say. But in this situation, no words were needed, only actions. So when he leaned in to place his lips, you gladly reciprocated the affection, wrapping your arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. Little did you know this would lead to a lifetime of desire and devotion.

[jc220x]

Thief!  Thief!  A lady shouted. This is the book’s first sentence that portrays the real life of slums in the Philippines written by Bob Ong. People may think what is happening? What does this robber look like? What did he steal? Bob Ong is a Filipino novelist. He has written many books and won many awards. One of the most popular books is MacArthur, its title is derived from a slang term for difficult to flush effects - a reference to Douglas MacArthur's famous promise, "I shall return". The story of MacArthur is everything between the four good friends, Noel, Cyrus, Voltron and Jim. They have different personalities and family situations. The only thing they have in common is that they are all destitute. The story takes place in the slums of Manila, talks about how they screw up their lives, regain hope, and reface life step by step, and finally are defeated by reality. Poverty shouldn’t be a reason to give up on people’s ambitions. It is all about making changes for himself and persevere in order to achieve one’s goal. Not poverty nor anything else will make a person better, choosing and taking the step in the right forward in the right direction should be done in order to succeed

The story shows the reality of slum life, how everyone is in poverty. Four friends from the squatters area got involved in drugs and crime and having problems with their family. Four of them supported each other through good times and hard times. Story started when they were in the house doing nothing, and Cyrus said, “Ba’t ka matatakot sa mga pulis? Mga kawatan din yan! Kung mahabol ka e di patay! Ano problema don?" Characters find different means to be able to satisfy themselves from their vices. If people work very hard, nothing is impossible. It does not mean when someone is born poor he will never reach his ambition. There will always be a way, so make an action. In the beginning of the novel, it shows what is really happening in our society especially  in the slum areas.

Jim who also lives in the squatter’s and has a wife named Olive. He sells many things for a living to him and his family. One day when Jim went home, he saw his wife in clothes for travelling. He asked her about it and that is when his wife vented out his thoughts to him, that she wanted to go back to her hometown in Bicol. She said angrily on how they needed legal water and electricity, how Jim needed a good job, how his son Jon-Jon needed a father, how Olive needed a husband and lastly how they needed to live. She confronted him if that was his ambition, to just be like this. Jim screamed that she needed to still wait, and his wife said that she was pregnant. Jim suddenly hugged his wife and said, “Wag kang matakot….wag kang matakot.” Trials can come to life no matter what the situation, and every one must always calm down and reflect on themselves. Try to seek help, firstly in God then to family and close relatives. Poverty might make one’s life harder but it doesn’t mean people should just give up and let it do as it pleases. It’s okay to think about it and cry sometimes but every individual should make it temporary and move on with the whole thing. Trials and misfortunes will come and go, being prepared mentally and coping with it will make everyone wiser and stronger after it. Studying while in poverty can be hard but with enough dedication and determination with patience, people will be able to push through and eventually succeed in graduating. Mang Justo encourages Noel to study so that Noel won’t have to worry about his future.

Here, readers can see Noel and Mang Justo talking about Noel's dream and what his parents’ expectations of him are. How Mang Justo persuades him not to give up just because others don't support him, and tell him the importance of learning. Learning can make him a better person and make him gradually close to his dream. MangJusto also said that he would support his dream and hope to become a part of his dream. At last, MangJusto's words further inspired Noel's determination to realize his dream. It all started when Mang Justo and Noel sat near their home and chatted one night in November. He asked Noel what his dream was. Noel said he wanted to be a pilot, but his father wanted him to learn about business. His sister Lyla didn't want to be a nurse, but she compromised. He didn't want to compromise, but he didn't have a chance because he had dropped out now,and his father will obviously not let him go to school again, not to mention that he may not be able to go back home now. Mang Justo said, "You'll only be studying for two decades. If you don't work hard, son, five decades of struggle is to change. "If everyone of Noel's age knew this, no one would be reluctant to go to school.. There will inevitably be others saying something bad in the way of people pursuing dreams, but that doesn't mean for anyone else to give up. Then, in order to encourage Noel, he also said that when he was still alive, he would want to have the opportunity to fly Noel's plane. He wanted to see the clouds close up, so don't make him down. Everyone's dreams are different, and everyone is an independent individual. It's better for young people to strive for goals in life than to pursue the demands of their parents. If a person gives up because he has no money to continue his dream, he can only stay in his comfort zone forever. Poverty can never be the reason for a person not to reach their dreams, because people can be poor, but should not think poorly. If people give up learning because of poverty, then the road to wealth is not feasible for them.

This book is about the attempts of Filipino youth to deal with today's challenges, such as drugs and vices, employment, education, social and economic status, and family expectations. The book is a mix of humour and grim truths, similar to how the late Bob Ong dealt with some issues in his writings. The novel, on the other hand, is notable for portraying life in a Philippine village in a brave and genuine manner. The story begins with a description of each character's existence, which reflects the hardship of certain Filipino families, particularly those from metropolitan areas. In both good and terrible times, the four have each other's backs. Each has their own individuality and character, yet they are all poor.

[whump-town]

Been Having a Hard Time Adjusting

Summary: Alternative to the peaceful homecoming of Emily Prentiss - Aaron Hotchner never truly comes home with her.

Warnings: medical trauma, amputation, scarring, blindness, mental health, hallucinations, and just sad stuff

AN: I have over 9K of this fic written already. I'll warn you all now, it's a painful one.

Part One

The night that he came home from the hospital, more evenly placed stitches, staples, and drugs than man he locked himself out of his apartment. He’d been in the hospital two days, counting the day he’d woken up and the day he left, and unable to stand on his own was escorted out of the hospital in a wheelchair. The timing was perfect. He’d scared JJ and Penelope away, it’s amazing how feeling like death often allows you to look the part. He’d scared them away with his weakness and the anger trying to burn him away. Spencer can’t leave his own hospital bed until his knee has been properly braced but for now, he’s immobile while the swelling from the surgery goes down. Derek is nowhere to be found. It’s too surprising the usual suspects are flaring their heads to tell his “orders” to go fuck themselves.

But on the second day, Strauss had called Emily and Dave both to meetings all day, questioning their behavior and what the next plausible course of action will be for the team. Leaving him roughly seven hours to bust himself out and it’s exactly what he did.

Derek had spent the whole night before fixing his apartment, ripping up the carpet, plastering the wall, and changing and adding locks. As Hotch discovered this, metal scratching metal as his hands trembled unable to even get the old key into the round hole, he’d laughed. Throwing his head back and breaking the stuffy feeling in the hall with its depth and desperation. Laughing that twisted to sobs as he leaned into the door, forehead resting against the wood. Someone had changed the locks. He’d never felt so relieved, so happy to be stuck out in that hall because if he can’t get into the apartment Foyet wouldn’t be able to either.

He’d slid down the wall, head pressed into the doorframe, to rest his temple against the painted wood. He told himself he just needed to rest a moment. He’d rest for a moment and he’d call Derek or Emily or Dave and tell them what he’d done and things would be okay. They’d be angry but someone would take him to a bed, home and he didn’t even care if they were his own. He fell asleep, long legs extended out in front of him and his frame drawn in to stop his stitches from being pulled on. His core was weak and he was in pain but he just needed a second.

A second turned into four in the morning and Derek yelling his name. Peeling his eyes open and finding Derek dropping down beside him, the other man’s warm fingers pressed under his neck checking for a pulse. He’d find one, pounding and rapid but there. His memory of what happened next is hazy, a cloud of Derek talking quickly and being furious. The sound of tears in Derek’s voice as he’d been pulled to his feet, pressed tightly into Derek until they could get into the apartment.

Nothing after that matters. Not Emily’s anger and Dave’s disappointment. The only thing in the world was the feeling of the opposing keys in his hands. The tears that fell down his face when he could look into his palms and see two very different keys. Derek had added more locks, an electric thing that screams and makes his ears hurt but is so loud someone would hear it. That way this would never happen again.

He’d locked himself out a lot after that day. Needed to know the security system worked so he’d take that old key into the hall and sob with relief when he couldn’t get back in. Irrational thoughts and needs like that consumed him and someone was always there to meet those needs as best as they could. No matter the hour, Emily and Derek always showed up to let him back into the apartment with their spare keys. Never met him with an air of annoyance or like he bothered them. They always found him in that hall and mumbled the same promise, “he can’t get you, Hotch.”

And, now, only a year later Emily is out there somewhere. Consumed by those irrational fears born from great desperation and the shattering of her entire sense of security and they aren’t. No one will meet her desperate two a.m. wake-up calls with patience and a spare key to let her back in. She won’t be able to check and double-check because dead women have to play the part and desperation is a characteristic of the living.

He’d taken that away from her. Aaron had taken her life and her security and her family and sent her to another continent to live under an assortment of different names. Isolated her.

He’s finding it impossible to live with himself. With the guilt and the knowledge of how hard it is to cope and move on and live after every sense of security and home has been shattered. She’d been there for him. How many times had she come in the middle of the night because he called? How often did she show up even when he lied, even when he swore he was okay? All so that he wouldn’t have to sit alone in that apartment. Brought snacks and suffocated him in blankets and distracted him with boring movies she loved. Picked at him for his oddities so he could think of anything but his wounds and when he’d needed that she’d given him space. Sat on the other side of the couch in his silence and held his hand.

Now she’s an entire continent away. Dead to the world. Alone. Entirely alone.

Penance, he decides, is the only way to move on from here.

The foreign jobs were always something he and Derek used to scoff at. Not in some idle way that they might be better than the agents (mostly cadets) that take those overseas jobs but because everyone knows the Army chews through feds faster than rats through boxes in an attic. It’s a suicide mission to overtake and he knows that he knows that and he still signs his name on that dotted line.

Emily never went to Pakistan.

On the plane ride over, he tries to dig down and remember all the states she’d once said she had visited in her youth. She’d told him plenty of times, he should know them in his sleep. It’s always what she talked about when she got drunk. A few cups of Dave’s “good stuff” and she’d stretch out over the couch, often placing her head in one of their laps. Drunk is really the only time Emily ever knew how to be affectionate bar all hesitancies.

She’d tick off each place, naming them lazily with a tongue and accent he could never get quite right. His own mouth was too rounded, too rough to get it right. His attempts would make her laugh, the way he’d butcher the syllables with his accent.

He cries. Eyes closed and melted back into the chair.

He knows this is a mistake. Knows that his grief and pain will not dissipate just because he is punishing himself. Instead, he’s furthering everyone else’s. Distancing himself from Reid who is already struggling to grasp hold of this situation. Leaving Derek in charge of a crumbling team. Pulling away from Dave-- it had always been the three of them and now it’s just him. It’s unfair and he knows it is but it’s the only thing he knows. It’s solid and it hurts and it makes more sense, it’s more feasible than anything else.

He has to leave.

He couldn’t tell anyone. Knew too well all he needed was someone to grab his coat-tail, someone to pull him back from the ledge. Turning around isn’t impossible and wiggling out of his contract won’t be that hard because he knows all the right things to say to a therapist. He knows how to make himself look dangerously unappealing to the Army. But he hears Clyde Easter’s words in his head “can you swear that your team will save her”? Feels JJ’s fingers ghost over his hand as she’d told him, and remembers Emily’s dead and it’s his fault. This isn’t about Dave or the team, this is about his penance and it’s what he owes.

It’s too late now. The decision is not even really his to make.

On the plane, pinned in a window seat and knees aching from the cramped space, he thinks about her. The yellow light cast over her features, the weight of her head on his thigh, and Dave pressed into his other side. Smiling until his face hurt and seeing her nails. Remember how high, how warm he’d felt between the two of them. Just Dave and Emily and no monsters to hunt or hurt to protect. Her hand stretched up, how freely she’d laughed.

“Russia,” she’d ticked off. “Romania. Turkey. Israel. Laos.” She’d stopped biting her nails. They were healing.

She’d smirked drunkenly up at him. Dave was getting the car together, the only one of them sober. Liquor always makes her tongue lose, inhibitions lowered and little secrets slipping out. Earlier that week she’d thrown out the soft sentiment that she considered the team her family and they’d agreed to the same but she’d seen the look Hotch made. Knew that glint in his sad eyes.

“You’re my family too,” she’d whispered that night. Her fingers danced just along his chin and he hadn’t flinched, he’d been entirely lost by the sight of her. Giggling and poking his stomach when his only response was to look down at her. “Hate you sometimes,” she’d yawned, “but I like to keep you around. You’re nice and you smell good.”

It’s not what she’d want-- any of this-- but she’s not here to talk him down. That's the bitter part, she's the only person who could talk him down. The only person who seemed to speak through his irrational fear and anger. So it doesn’t matter.

He falls into what he knows.

Penance.

It tastes like the sand, salty and dry. A great never-ending expanse of nothing.

Hotch lets the motion of the Humvee settle him, going bonelessly with the great machine as it plows the road. Behind his sunglasses, arms tucked over his chest, and mouth set into a deep scowl he shuts his eyes. Tries to relax and to take a moment for just himself before he’s thrown back to work. This is entirely something new, different from home. Here they are not a team. Each person has a job and none of them talk to him, they don’t concern himself with him and he doesn’t bother trying with them. He just does his job and tries to hold on.

“Fucking hotter than Hell and half of Georgia,” JR curses, lifting his helmet to swipe at his brow.

Billy sits forward, settling his weight elbows on his knees. “JR,” he says seriously. “What in hillbilly hell does that even mean? I swear, they must have recruited you from some inbred town, didn’t they? Out here hardly able to read and--”

JR hits him hard, the sound jarring and Hotch doesn’t even open his eyes. He doesn’t need to see the two soldiers across from him to know exactly what’s happening. He clears his throat, “knock it off.” JR and Billy are nothing like Reid and Morgan but Hotch thinks about them nonetheless. About the jet and the air conditioners but mostly about Morgan’s relaxed handsome smile and Reid’s long thin legs stretched out for miles ahead of him. Their voices tangling in the late, calm nights into soft laughter.

He’s pulled roughly from his daydream, Billy’s voice breaking his mirage.

“Way to go you dumb fuck, woke up the old man.”

He wants to go home.

The Humvee rocks hard and these things are rough to ride in but there’s a distinct thing-- the hair on his arms stands up. Painfully so. He sits up. “Billy--” he never gets the chance.

He makes it three and a half months in Pakistan, trudging around the desert before the inevitable happens. He’s just a profiler surrounded by foot soldiers, every last one of them is expendable and that’s why the job is so dangerous. They can be replaced by cocky twenty-year-olds and they’ll just force a cadet to do his job. But nearly four months is damn near record-breaking. As the bare skin of his forearms burns in the harsh sun, his blood drying to his face, he wonders if Derek will be proud that he lasted so long. If Derek will know he did try to make it back home.

He tried.

“Hotchner!”

He moves, blood rushing to his head and he can’t hear anything past the sound of his own pounding heart. He pulls himself up on his elbows, choking on the thick smoke and wincing at the feeling of the hot flames licking out dangerously at him. Warning him to get away. He can’t see anything past the thick black smoke of the other Humvee. Nothing past the pool of blood around his left leg, gushing and flowing through the sand. He sees the mangled flesh, his eyes look and he knows and he recognizes the broken, mangled way his left leg sits in the sand but he says nothing. Does nothing.

He looks up to the soldier kicking up sand as she runs towards him. “JR and Billy,” he shouts, moving his left hand over his eyes so he can look in the direction of the soldier. “You need to find JR and--”

The woman, he can see her bun and her hooked nose. She’s only a kid and if he had to admit to liking any of them he’d be okay with naming her. Jamie shakes her head and he’s reminded that she’s just a fucking kid. Some twenty-year-old from a poor school district, too smart for this bullshit. “They’re dead,” she tells him, sinking to her knees in the sand. Her hands tremble, hovering to find a distinct place to hold. A way to stop his rapid blood loss before she’s left here entirely alone. She clamps over his leg and his vision goes black.

Gunshots wake him.

The night is encroaching, the smoke from the ruined Humvees still snaking into the clouds, and he can feel the temperature drop. Trembles, body weakly trying to stay warm. He peels his eyelashes open, caked in blood.

“Hotchner?” Jamie. He can’t open his mouth, his jaw cramped with shivers and convulsions while his body fights futility to keep him warm. He turns his head to see her. She’s pulled her helmet down over her head and she looks afraid. Drowsily, he feels her hands on him. It’s out of body like he’s not really there. “Medics are on their way,” she promises and he feels himself a rock, feels the chills, and her hands. The ground rocks and her attention snaps in the direction of the origin of the motion fear in her eyes as her breath quickens.

His eyes start to drop shut and she shakes him. Between pained hisses, breathless little pants, he’s glad he’s too weak, too tired to fight. Jamie won’t hear him whimper and writhe, he’s too far gone for that. Her palm presses to his cheek, “you have a son?” She knows he has a son. “Tell me about Jack,” she begs. “How old is he?”

He doesn’t even try.

He wishes he could apologize. She shouldn’t be so young. He hates he’s taking away measures of her innocence with each breath he struggles to draw in. The way he’s dying in her arms.

God, she’s so fucking young.

He blinks and the heat of the sun has been traded for the shade of a medic tent. A penlight makes its way across his face, attempting to draw his eyes to focus. With a groan tapering off into a pained moan he moves his hand, fingers just briefly tapping against the light. “Agent Hotchner?” The light burns his eyes but he cracks the left one open, just a sliver of the smoke agitated white of his eye to dart until he can find the doctor. “Agent,” the doctor frowns down at him waiting for Hotch to find him in the sea of movement and loud noises. “Agent Hotchner, you're going into respiratory arrest.” His lips are cyanic, parted limply as he fails to draw in deep breaths. Skin cold to the touch despite the flush creeping up his neck to suggest he might be warm. His brow and chest perspiring heavily, the area at the base of his neck sinking in with each quick, wheezing breath he pulls in.

“I’m going to lower the head of the cot and intu--” the doctor flinches as Hotch’s trembling, cold fingers wrap around his wrist. The Supervisory Special Agent’s lips move but no words come out, just the cracked sound of dry lips touching but the doctor knows well enough what he’s saying. “Agent,” the doctor takes his hand, moving the fingers from their tight grip on his wrist to his own. “Your breathing is rapid and shallow, it’s no longer sustaining your body. It’s why you can’t speak.” The doctor squeezes Hotch’s hand, “you’re tachycardic, your heart is beating too quickly. If you’re not intubated this problem will not abate on its own.” They’re playing with time here, just waiting until his breathing is agonal or stops entirely.

Hotch shakes his head, lips cracking as he gasps. He needs to know where Jamie is.

But they are Army docs and their job has nothing to do with his hesitation. With his preoccupations.

A doctor with long, cold fingers tilts his neck back. Manipulating his jaw open. Aaron looks up at the younger man, vision spotting as the drugs in his body take effect. He’s lost, drowning in memories of years far away. The water crashes over his head, inky black tendrils wrapping around his ankles to dunk him back down.

He thinks of Spencer Reid. Standing in his kitchen with the genius leaning close. The soft, familiar weight of his voice mumbling through Hotch’s weary bones. The way he can nearly hear him now, recall the exact sounds of his voice and that distinct little sway and playful patter of Spencer’s body when he’s happy. Hotch has never been an excellent or even very good cook but he always tries and he remembers the day in question Spencer had come over to learn how to cook pasta. Spencer hates sauces, tomato-based ones are too acidic but he also just doesn’t like the consistencies. So Hotch had spent hours looking for the perfect recipe.

He thinks about Penelope Garcia. The very first time she got sick and he found her crying in her office, trying to soothe her ailments with over-the-counter products. Having convinced herself that he’d send her to prison in a heartbeat for missing a single day. A few weeks before the whole Doyle incident, she’d come into his office two hours late for a meeting they were supposed to have. A cookie in one hand and a coffee in the other to butter him and then attempt to distract him. Even asked about a doctor’s appointment she had to have hacked into some database to have known he had that morning. Things change…

They change so quickly.

Two federal agents leave home.

Only one comes back.