#blood cancer awareness gifts

[icarusredwings]

Subway (b)Rat

Rated Explicit for sexy romantic comedy.

~6k words.

Consider this a gift for my Kinktober fans (I KNOW IT'S THE 29TH SHUT UP) and an apology on the behalf of @bougiebutchbinch for making you all so sad with THIS post.

Authors note: Mentions of cablepool because I think every time this man is mentioned, Logan feels the undying urge to reclaim Wade. The Summer's bloodline is intertwined with his too much, and it's ruining his life lmao. Summers is to Logan how Dinkleberg is to Timmy’s dad.

And yes, I'm aware this is pretty vanilla/Tame, but you know what? You're gonna read it anyway because I wrote it for you. And it would be rude if you didn't. Also, shout out to the font change method because I was STUCK stuck.

CW: Semi public, teasing, an unGODLY amount of kissing, choking, spanking, stretching, praise kink, mind breaking, biting, scratching, blood, cancerous cysts, prostate cancer, mentioned sub drop, physical exhaustion, Lovey dovey shit, Logan being a good top, drippy creampie, self hate talk, mentions of a dead pigeon, breath play, god what else uhhmm, puppy play if you squint, overstimulation, hair pulling, breeding kink, free use, light public humiliation, fourth wall break.

Thinking about how Wade sometimes insults himself too much to the point of comparing himself to a diseased subway rat with mange or a filthy gas station bathroom. How they stink are collectively hated, and everyone abuses them because of how disgustingly ugly they are.

This is Logan's breaking point. He's tired of hearing this. Tired of telling him to shut up. Tired of him truly thinking that he could only love him all dolled up. Well, guess what, honey? Maybe the Wolverine is into naked subway rats. They were scavengers, after all.

So he decided to do something about it. After a joke, when he compared himself to a dead pigeon on the tracks, Logan growled lowly in his throat. It was the final straw. Grabbing his wrist, he pulled him off of the locomotive and across the platform deck as he held their bags of household items and their lunch.

"Hey! Peanut, We're gonna miss our stop! I know you don't get the subway because of how old you are and everything but-"

Taking him into the bathroom, he threw him into a stall with a 'omph', slamming the door shut behind them.

"What? Am I in timeout or are you araid to piss by yourself, handsome? Kind of fitting that you picked the grossest one for me. There's piss on the floor right ther-"

Clamping a hand over his mouth, he growls close to his face. "SHUT. UP."

Of course, he only licked his palm. It's not like he cared, though. He's done far more nasty stuff before. And far uglier people.

Wade always thought that he was Sooooo bad. And soooo ugly, but in truth, he was just an annoyingly loveable idiot with cancer.

That's not his fault. Logan would never judge him for something that wasn't his fault and couldn't help. The only way he'd ever get better is if the CIA stopped killing everyone who cures cancer. Hank got close once, but he got told to stop immediately or else.

Letting him go, he put the bags on one of those purse hooks, moving them so that he was sitting and Wade was on his lap, his dirty white and black, improperly tied converse reaching the floor.

"You're a fucking moron, you know that?"

"Aww thanks muffin, Oh wait-" He gasps, "Omg wolvie are you about to fuck me in a dirty bathroom!?"

"Shh! Not if you don't shut up."

"Loagie you know I can't. It's a medical condition." He says in a dead serious whine.

Logan smirked, scoffing as he put a hand on his L.A. idol's. (You know the ones with the rhinestone cross on the ass? Yeah. Something about making his 'butt look good' and how they were 'all the craze back in his day' so now whenever he found them at thrift stores he snatched a pair or two.) And another on his tattered gray New York hoodie, pulling his hood off as he grabbed the front.

Whining a bit, he tried to put the hood back up, but Logan pulled the strings so tight that he couldn't.

"Nice try. Not happenin' I like seein' yer pretty face." He smirks, pulling the strings so he is close to him, showing those canines of his as he smirked in triumph, having felt cocky for thinking a step ahead of him.

This only led him to use his arms instead, putting his face into them instead. "Nnooo... Stop lying to me.."

Rolling his eyes, Logan leaned back against the toilet, shifting his hand to grab at his arms, moving those too. "Are you really gonna fight me for a kiss?"

A small, cheeky nod.

"Alright. But remember, you started this, not me."

Giving his ass a good slap, Wade let out a yip, giving Logan enough time to grab him by the wrists, shifting to pin his back against the stall wall. With the other hand, he gave a little tug at the bottom of the oversized hoodie.

"Wait, is this mine?"

Wade giggled but still tried to hide in his shoulder, not wanting him to see at all and now that they've made it a game? Even better.

"Oh yeah? So that's how we're going to be? God, you're such a brat."

Another nod. "Nu-uh."

"Guess you won't mind if I flip ya then?"

"Huh?" Turning just slightly, Logan stole a peck, making him squeal and his face get darker, quickly shoving it back into his arm, giggling.

"That wasn't fair!" He whined, muffled from the fabric.

"Sorry, what was that? Can't hear you over how big of a pussy you're being."

Gasping again, he turned to scold him, only to be kissed yet again. "Wolvie!! Not fair!"

"Mmh.. so fair." He whispers, kissing down the part of the jawline, he let stay exposed, nipping his ear and working his way down.

The soft groans into the arms of the hoodie were nice, but he would rather them be clear. Flipping him over, he put his fingers over the side of the stall. "Keep them there, Got it?" He says, Letting a hand run over his sides and another over the hard plastic stones that covered his ass cheeks.

"Or what?"

"Or I'll stop and force you to wait until we get home."

"Hm..What happens when we get home?"

"You'd have to wait another 6 stops to find out. Do you really want that?"

Thinking for a moment, Wade loved a good tease, a nice edging, but 6 stops?? No, thank you. Far too long. He shook his head.

"So are you going to keep them there?"

A quick nod.

"Good." Again, he slapped him, one of the rougher ones that he always liked. They made him feel wanted and appreciated. Logan knew this because, as embarrassed and growly, he got it whenever Wade stole a slap, he felt the same warm feelings run up his spine into his chest.

"Eehh!! K-keep doing that and you won't even get to touch me." He teases.

"Man you're weird... did you just say if I hit you enough you'll cum?"

"Probably." He shrugs, jolting his hips forward a bit as Logan rubbed over the front.

"I don't know how you could cum at all in pants 2 sizes too small.." he mumbles, leaning his chin on his shoulder as one hand tried to slide in the back but barely could get his fingers half way in the seams.

"They aren't tight tight, I just have a big ass and a boner all the time."

"Or all that squat training you do."

"Mmmh yes... 'squat training’... hey you don't think we could-"

"Shut it. Do your job." Pushing a couple fingers in his mouth, Wade let out a groan, immediately beginning to work on them, sucking and licking all over, a bit of a chew once in a while. Oral fixation and whatnot.

While he did this, Logan began to unbutton the front, slowly unzipping the front, carefully as he knew damn well just by the feeling that he didn't have any underwear on. It's the whole reason they came out, actually. To get laundry detergent and dish soap.

But now he was letting him grind forward into his hand and back into his, less sparkly, rougher looking jeans. Pulling his fingers out a bit, Wade was quick to press them back in, nipping gently as he whined, not wanting him to take away his favorite chew toys.

"Yeah? You like those, don't you?" He asks, putting his nose into his neck.

"Mmmhm~" He was happy here, teased and doing a good job. He knew he was because those fingers were soaked and he hadn't even gagged yet.

He loved being touched and muttered too while pressed up against a wall. It was one of his favorite things. He didn't mind however long he wanted to tease him either but only could hope he'd let him return the favor.

Logan could touch him all he wanted, anywhere, for hours and still not let him touch him at all so when he did let him it was like throwing a dog a bone with meat still on it. A treat.

Taking his hand from between his legs, Wade whined in protest but didn't let him pull out the fingers just yet. He wasn't done with them. "W-mh wohlvie"

Running his hand up under his hoodie, Logan thumbed over every dip, scar, nook and cranny that he could possibly feel, kissing the back of his neck until the hand met him in the front. Grabbing him by the throat, he squeezed a bit.

"Drop'em." He breathed behind him.

Almost instantly, Wade moved a hand to push his jeans down to his knees, shimmying a bit for them to get off his thighs before returning his hands to the top of the stall.

He liked his pants snug. He said they felt like 'leg hugs'. Honestly, Logan thought it just made him look more like a wannabe emo, city boy. The kinds that wore studded belts but their panties still showed on their hips.

“Touch me, Peanut! Please?”

Logan was much different with his pants preferences. He liked his inseems deep, his waist high, and the bottom boot cut.

Putting pressure on his sides, he pushed him until his head laid back against him. "Didn't I tell you not to move those hands?! Hm!? Since when are you fucking deaf?!" The gravel in his voice was enough for Wade to moan through the fingers. "HOh mmh gohd-"

He never knew if he wanted him to completely fuck him up or not. It was only natural for him to feel scared. I mean, a big bad wolfie like Logan holding you by the neck, and within a second, he could shove those claws through your face with how deep his fingers were in his mouth? Almost touching the back of his throat if not curved perfectly? But at the same time, it only made him stand at attention.

When he took his hand away, Wade whined. "Nooo.. I'm sorry! I'll behave! Giv'em back, Wolvie. Please?"

"You sure?"

He nods.

"So you don't want me to shove these right up your ass?"

Pausing, he quickly shook his head. "I do want it."

"Want what?" He teases, drawing the fingers over the curve multiple times.

"I want you to shove'em in me!"

"Hmm..that's it?"

"Erm... please??" Glancing at him, he wasn't sure exactly what he wanted, but his back was already arching at the slightest touches.

Chuckling softly, Logan gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "What a good boy. I've trained you a bit too well with manners, haven't I? But that's not what I meant. You want me to fuckya?"

"Heh- Yeah. Obviously.... sooo...now?"

"Settle down. I'm getting there." He mutters, debating if he wanted to let go of his neck or not. Deciding against it, he went ahead and slid in a finger, the front of his own jeans becoming tight from the noise he made.

"I'm just saying. You're taking foreve-Ahoohoh...fuck."

"Mmh?"

"Mmhmm~"

"Mh... You planned this, didn't you?"

"N-ngh?" He whined questionably, biting his tongue to try to stay quiet, focusing on the fingers with that overly large shit eating grin on his face.

"Wade?"

"Hngh.." His eyes went up to the ceiling.

"You did it on purpose. You wanted me to bring you in here and tell you how much of a fucking liar you are, didn't you?"

Pressing back against them, Wade stepped his feet apart, trying to bend over a bit more. As much as he could in tight jeans and in such a small stall. But that's alright. He didn't mind. Only let him press up against him more.

Wade hadn't noticed much, but his hands slipped from the top of the wall again, still above his head, but now he was gripping his own wrist.

"I have no clue what's even going on.." He muttered, closing his eyes as he tilted his head back, grateful that while he pressed back, Logan pushed forward, curling his fingers as he used one to keep him open, The other two slowly pressing in and pulling out with pressure towards the bottom.

Yeah, okay, that checked out.

"Hey.. when you uhm.." Wade starts, as if he just remembered something.

"Yeah?"

"Could you.. oh god this is so embarrassing.. can you be extra rough on my...you know...c-Cancer stuff." He mumbles. "I know, It's disgusting. I'm so gross."

Stepping closer, He made his back bend a little deeper as he turned his head towards him. Kissing him, Logan grunted. "You're not gross.. but yeah. Show me where it hurts, darlin’, I’ll fuck away your pain.”

He blushes, embarrassed. “.. prostate?”

“Heh, sure, I can destroy your prostate for ya."

Wade giggled.

"Sure you wanna do that here, though?"

"I-i rather scream here than with Al yelling at me..." He admits. “She doesn't get it. Sometimes a guy just has to get violently fucked in the ass as part of his pain management plan.” He tells him.

Logan nods, agreeing with him. As stupid as it sounded, by helping his cysts pop, he felt a lot better. Though in Al's defense it did involve a lot screaming.

Sure, he'd help him with his dirty little curse but he wanted to hear those magic words.

“Well.. What do ya say princess?”

“Fuck me like you hate me?” he rubs himself against him further with a high pitched, demanding whine, already impatient.

Logan chuckles at the questioning tone, shaking his head softly.

“Not yet. I'm gonna take my time with you.”

Keeping him close, Logan matched his hand movements with his words, dragging them out if the phrase was elongated, quickly stuffing them back in if he thought he deserved it.

Various whispers of praise fell from his lips.

“Your ass is super tight, you know that?”

Okay maybe some were sweeter than others but come on, This meant much more to wade than just a “You're Beautiful.” though in truth he liked them both equally. He liked any attention even if he didn't believe it… or it wasn't good..

“You're so much hotter than a dead pigeon-”

“PFFT Your fingers are in my rectum and THAT'S what you lead with!? That's like.. the bare minimum! The bar is in HELL!” He laughs.

Embarrassed, he blushes deeply. “I never said I was good at words, damn it. Now shut up and listen.”

“Watch next he's gonna say I'm prettier then the pissy gas station bathroom..”

“No!!... though maybe I should have done this there- at least there was a lock.” He mumbles, knowing he wasn't talking to him rather than you.

Yeah. You.

You freak. Why are you even here? Just wash your hands and leave. God..rude.. Ever hear about privacy? No?? Good. Wade likes to give a good show. Sit down. Just.. watch the pee right there.. unless.. you know …you're into that. But this is New York so.. I hope you're up to date on all your shots!

“Wade!”

“What?” He asks, glancing back at him.

“Are you serious?”

“Huh? What? What did you say?” He blinks.

Logan grunts. “I just- Uugh I just gave this whole spiel about how sexy you are and how I wouldn't choose anyone else over you. How.. How did you miss that!?”

“Look we've talked about this, I don't know what's going on half the time, what do you want from me?”

About to scold him for not hearing a single word of his beautiful 5 full minute long speech, he just groans. “..Just give me all of you and I'll be happy. Okay?”

“Why?”

“What?”

“Why me?”

“Oh shut the fuck up! You know I want you, it's not a secret I try to hide, okay!? Were fucking in a bathroom for crying out loud! Literally!”

Wade giggles a bit. “Sorry Wolvie.. Can you say some of the stuff again?”

“You're killing the mood, Mouth!” He growls, becoming a little frustrated seeing as it took a lot for him to put the words together in the first place.

“Oh pleeaasse, Peanut? Pretty please?” He bats those magic eyelashes.

“Fine… Are you listening?” He asks, curling his fingers up, deep within him.

“...You're the one I was meant to find in life. I was never truly happy where I was until you found me. I think you're an idiot for thinking you don't deserve to be loved because... you know you're sexy right? You're gorgeous. You're so damn pretty and you can't see a single bit of it. I mean- genuinely. But I don't even care about any of that and…and- you know what this is stupid..” he starts.

“No, no!! Please! I was almost there-”

“What? Oh- Wade!! What did I tell you about hands!?” Jerking his hand away, he pushes it to his back, growling. “Do you want me to bite it the fuck off!?”

He squeals, a little too excited. “Nooo!! Don't eat me Wolvie- Unless?”

“No, Wade! Bad!”

“Aww….. Anyway, what were you saying before you so rudely stopped me?”

Sighing, he pulls his hip back, wrapping an arm around his chest, holding him with his chin on his shoulder, listening to his breathing lining up with each curl and press of his fingers.

“and.. I love you. I really do. But I LIKE you too, H-heh.. You're funny, you're so smart even though you act like you and puppins share a brain cell.. and she has it most times.”

Wade giggles, which makes Logan smile, gaining enough confidence to keep going. “I love that stupid fucking smile you do when ever you make the most terrible joke in history- and I know- Im 206.”

Another giggle as Wade reached the hand that was on the stall back to wrap around Logan’s neck, Nuzzling him gently.

“I-i love your freaky bright eyes. I mean really, why do they look like that?”

He chuckles, truly listening to every word. Logan didn't speak much but when he asked for Wade's attention, he got it fully. “I really don't know… do you actually like them or..?” The nervousness in his voice made Logan's heart beat hitch, quickening.

“I really do. They're like nothing I've ever seen before… and they change colors. They're white, clear, and milky-”

“Ha! That's what she said-”

“Shut up…” He rolled his eyes but smiled, knowing he walked right into that one.

“I was GOING to say they're like my own personal moons to light my dark days, and when they are yellow they are like suns that shine on my face in the morning.. but…That's another thing. You get me… A lot..”

“Oh, Logan….stop..”

“No, I mean it. Really. They told me you were too immature for me but.. you're perfect. I'm tired of feeling old. I'm tired of feeling like there's no one who will be able to be lazy and lay with me when I need it but play around or be rough when I want too… until you.”

Swallowing, Wade pulled his hand from him, turning to stare at him with an oblivious look of realization.

“.. Holy shit.. You really think that.. a-all of it?”

He nods. “i-.. I wasn't done either..”

“There's more!?”

Blushing, the old fart nodded, semi embarrassed.

“Oh my god, baby you're gonna make me cry….Tell me you're lying..”

He shook his head. “No.. I won't. I refuse.”

Pulling him close, Logan hugs him tight, Wade squeezing him back around the back of his neck, teary eyed and trying not to ugly sob. For a few moments they stayed like this before he kissed him, the same way he planned to in a few months once he found a perfect ring.

“I'll never let you go. I want you to be with me until you get tired of me. And even then you'd have to get a restraining order.”

“Oh Wolvie… I could never get tired of you.”

“And you know how you feel right now? That's how I feel about you… Unfortunately..”

“... I love you, Logan.. you're too good to me.. I hope I'm enough for you.. I know you deserve better. To be happier…”

“As long as you're here with me, I'll have a smile on my face, princess.” He teases, leaning up to kiss him again (For the 50th time) “And if it was up to me I'd keep you just like this all day but-”

“Do it, coward.”

Logan snorts, giggling a bit. “You want fucked or not?”

“Yes!! I take it back, You're not a coward, Please fuck me, Mr. Wilde! Pound me with your huge poetic cock!”

Before he could shout anymore, Logan kissed him, shutting him up as he entered, being sure to stay still for a couple of seconds. The deeper the kiss got, the more he pressed in. This was until Wade pushed himself back, breaking the kiss and moaned.

“Hah~ Fuck, not so much of a peanut anymore, huh?”

To tease him, Logan pulls away just to slam back in. The squeal that came from him through the kiss pleased Logan greatly, doing this a couple more times.

Pulling away, his breath was already a little heavy from such tender intimacy. “You good?”

“Best I've ever been, Big boy!” He tells him, cheek against the wall, but something about his smell said he was lying.

“Mmh… spit on these.” He muttered, putting his fingers up to his mouth for Wade to spit, wiggling around back there. Gripping his hips to hold them still, he slipped the fingers in, spreading the slick around before pressing back in.

Wade lets a deep groan fall out of his mouth seeing as his jaw hasn't shut practically since they've been in here, drooly and excited. It wasn't often that Loagie wanted to fuck him in a public space. They already got caught in central park one night, and now were banned from the Subway down the street- the actual sandwich subway, not the public transportation system.

Picking up the pace, He tries to keep him quiet, shoving his fingers in his mouth, Telling him to shut up, shushing him between thrusts, covering his mouth and even (of course) kissing him.

Nothing seemed to work though, especially when Wade spread his legs, letting him have further access, his body just begging to be held down and used.

And who was Logan to deny that?

“Lo- Ooh shit- Oh shit- Oh fuck shit damn!” He calls through breathy moans and tries to keep his knees from buckling by shifting his weight, though Logan doesn't want any of that. Who does he think he is? Trying to get away now? Not going to happen.

Biting the side of his neck, he made an animalistic noise that made Wade's knees shake, the pain from both the teeth seeping blood out of his neck, and his ass being obliterated.

He can't help but smile through the skin in his teeth, letting out a huff of a chuckle. Really? Fuck shit damn?

“Ooh- Ow- Mmh fuck! Ow- Shit! Ohh mmMy God Loagie it hurts so good!” He whimpers, reaching up to hold the top of the stall, becoming still and instantly quiet.

This was always the part where Logan got nervous. Scared that he had actually hurt him somehow and he just didn't want to say anything in fear he'd be mad at him.

“yuh gud?” He asks through the mouthful.

Silence. His eyes were closed tight and he was tensing slightly, as if trying to hold still in this exact position.

Letting go of him, Logan slowed. Immediately Wade began to plead with him, begging him not to stop, pushing himself against him in hopes he'd get the gist.

“Are you-”

“Harder.” He says and immediately Logan understands, giving a nod. Adjusting himself, he holds him in place, thrusting up a few dozen times. Harder.

The squeak that came from Wade and watching him grit his teeth. It said all he needed to know. Kissing his shoulder blade, he listened to each quiet whine, felt each tense in his legs, and could smell the discomfort.

Logan has come to train himself that he was allowed to keep going, having usually backed off at even the slightest sign of pain but he understood that what he was doing was best for him. He’s seen the clots, boils and welts that happened so he could only imagine what this felt like on the inside. Just thinking about it made him want to stop. To tell him no more.

But this was Wade's request. And probably why he's felt so down here recently, it was hard to feel handsome or pretty when your insides hurt like this.

“Breathe.” He reminded him, feeling Wade hitch his breath and still, tensing his legs up as he let his head hang. This one hurt. He knew it did just by how he felt.

But he didn't.

“Wade?..Breathe for me.” He whispers, trying his best to get this over with as fast as he could. He knew how painful it was just from him shutting down, no longer moaning or even saying ‘ow’. Just silence.

The sound of slapping and the jangly hinges of the stall were all that was at the moment until He let out a large gasp, sounding more of a “Hah-” of relief.

Before you could blink, Logan stopped, pulling away as he held him up, beginning to kiss all over the back of his neck. “There's my good boy. Breathe. You're okay. I got you. Bit a blood never killed anybody.” He reassured him, noticing that more than usual was dripping down his leg, his dick covered in the hot infectious red slick.

Nuzzling his cheek, Wade had tears in his eyes, giggling a bit embarrassed but happy with the bit of praise and care he was receiving. “Sttoopp..” he whined. “You're so embarrassing..”

“Oh sure like I'm the one about to be screaming here in a minute-”

“What?”

He flips him around, shoving his back to the wall again as he kisses him, nipping at him and tugging at his lip.

Blushing, Wade squealed. “Jeez Wolvie! What, you got a blood kink or something? You freak!”

“I got a ‘helping you' kink, Asshole. There's a difference.” He grunts in between bites at his neck, sending his head back to give him a big moan.

The best part about busting a prostate cyst is that it meant what once was hiding it, was now gone. Meaning Logan could hit it as many times as he wanted.

Giggling, Wade yelped when picked up, hands placed on the back of the stall, his legs immediately retreating to around his waist. “What are you doing?!”

“Stay.” He growls, shifting his hands to get a better hold of him. “You know what I want.”

And with this, it started. The first couple of times, Wade gasped through, whimpering from the residing pain only to grin, letting his head lean back as tried to focus on holding the stall and not running his hands through those thick locks of his. “H-oH Fuck!”

As the moans flowed through each messy smooch, Giggles, praises, dirty talk, the whole nine yards in this tiny space of theirs, Logan didn't even stop when he heard someone walking in. Since the door had flown open a long time ago, He only glared at the passer byer who stopped for a second to look, Only to jump back and leave when full on snarled at. (Because if not you'd probably die today)

“What the fuck are you looking at!?”

In fact he only fucked him better, rolling his hips up to him, pulling Wade's hips into him enough to make him give a high pitched scream of joy and pleasure. “AAAH!! Logan!! Oh fuck- Logan! Logan, please- Please fuck me- No kiss me! Kiss- mMPhm mh, Mh, MHMmh!” Even though the kisses he'd let everyone in this station know who was fucking him.

Logan.

“Don't be ashamed if you wanna scream my name, sweetheart~” he purrs into his neck, trying to keep his breaths stable and resist the urge to put more holes into him.

“Ah!! H-hah! Logan! There! Yes! Ohh- Yes! yesyesyesyes-” He grunts under his breath, now letting out whiny moans. “Oh Fuck!! Yes! Right there! Cable could never hit there-” he blurted out through his screaming whimpers of pleasure, clawing at the side of the bathroom stall as if Logan was trying to drag him down to hell.

For a split second he stopped, pulling his waist back, hand on his stomach as he positioned him in a certain way again.

Wade whines, assuming Logan quit, starting to complain in a high pitched voice of sexual frustration. “Nooo! That's not fair you know I can't contr-” Only to gasp loudly, like a thick new breath of air would help him any.

He failed.

Sinking his teeth in, Logan began to hit this spot on purpose, Over and over and over. He knew Wade didn't mean it. He said all sorts of random thoughts of his brain decided to say without his consent, but it still made him jealous enough to decide that he didn't give a fuck if anyone heard him anymore, he wanted to ease his brain into that numb state of babbling to him his own name.

How could he ever forget such a thing when someone so hot as Wade was screaming it?

“EEHHh!! Please! Please- Logan. Oh god oh god oh god- Fuck! Logan-” The screams grew quiet, evolving Into more of a pleading whimper, whispering under the harshness of the breath he was trying so desperately to keep and yet couldn't keep anything inside at the moment.

“Logan.. Logan please.. Logan fuck- Logan” he whispers, breathy moans into his face, letting his hands finally drop, coming to hold around his neck, scratching his back instead.

“Oh Logan please- please.. yes.. yes fuck- Logan, hold me- please..”

Logan could have come right then and there from the babbling. It was his favorite part. The perfect balance of his mind drifting into a deep subspace, being relieved from pain, and filled with intimacy.

He knew these moans were just for him, and only him. Quiet enough just so he could hear the sweet sympathy that his loving boy could make for him.

“Logan- Logan.. L-Logan! F-fuck- Logan please.”

He was close. He knew he was. He could feel it from how tightly the coil in his stomach was causing him to stiffen, he could already smell the precum, feel his toes curling in his converse, the hot blood still dripping from him onto his legs.

“Logan.. logan- fuck- Logan.. Logan!” He cried, breaths unevenly hitching as tears came to his eyes. It could be a lot. The pain, the intensity, the numbness in his mind that couldn't quite validate the reason for said pain and intense feeling in his lungs. Subconsciously he was asking for help, to regulate himself and his emotions.

The soft panic of overstimulation that was settling in made Logan slow a moment, taking his time to push himself into the perfect places. Kissing him gently yet hungry, letting out small purrs of appreciation to restart the brain, keep him leveled.

“Hi, bub.” He whispers, kissing away his tears knowing by now just how mindbroke he truly was. And he loved it. God he was so sexy like this. Calling his name, begging him to save him, worried that he'll drop. Both physically and metaphorically. “Shhh. You're alright. I won't drop ya, I got you… ready?”

Wade nods, practically salivating at the offer, arms tight around his neck and much happier despite knowing he would be a bit sore on the ride home.

Taking another bite out of him, He was shoved against the wall in a way that made him gasp and moan deeply, the other kind of sounds Logan adored. Sure, he liked the high pitched ones too but something about that deep voice of his made him go a bit insane, trusting into him like a buck in a rut FINALLY given what was his.

With every balls deep slap of skin, Wade groaned lowly. Shifting his hand position from on his back to placing one hand on his shoulder, the other on his head, petting him as he gripped A fistful of curls, pulling him closer. Pressing his teeth deeper into his skin as he decided to grunt and growl with each thrust, nails digging into Wade’s hips as if it were his birthright to breed him in a dirty subway bathroom.

“Ah fuck- gimmekitsgimmekits PLEASE gimmekits” he mumbles, gritting his teeth, closing his eyes as he held him, legs unwrapping to let him use him how he pleased, trusting him fully not to drop him.

The orgasm hit stronger than a shot of whiskey straight from the bottle. Logan kept their hips together, keeping him pinned, his ass almost touching the wall as he bucked a few more times, wanting as deep as possible. It was only natural for him to pump him full. Not like Wade minded either, having already made a mess on the hoodie and now was limp against the wall.

With his head back, he breathed heavily, beginning to chuckle, moaning at a final buck. Bringing his hands to his hair, Wade giggled, pulling his chin up for a sloppy kiss.

Moving to hold his cheeks in his hands, he smirked. “Who's a good boy?”

Logan scoffed, grumbling a bit, blushing.

“... me”

“That's right. My big strong boy~ Fucks me so good!” he coes, making Logan chuckle, shaking his head. “You're a freak..”

“I'm not the one that dragged me in here.”

“.. touché….. Alright. I guess we better get going before the cops come or something.”

“Why would the cops come?”

“Oh I don't know. Public indecency, you screaming your lungs out bloody murder, it looks like a crime scene in here, Wade.” he mutters, holding his thighs as he pulls out with a groan.

Almost immediately their foreheads came together to watch as the cum spilled out onto his jeans and continued to drop down his legs.

“Aw my pants..”

“Wouldn't be the first time.”

“Certainly not the last.” He commented, now glancing away. “Well uhm.. thanks for.. you know.. turning my guts into strawberry jam..”

He pulls his chin to face him, kissing him again with that shit eating grin that really made wish he could get pregnant just so his children could have the same stupid smirk.

“Darlin’ I'd do it even if you didn't ask me to.”

About 10 minutes later between Logan cleaning up his mess by licking up his thigh (only for more to just replace it seconds later), Helping a jelly legged Wade get dressed again, and slobbering all over him as he kissed him to death- Logan now stood with Wade on his hip, like holding an oversized sleepy toddler in his one arm, their shopping in the other.

Wade's tired snores into his neck was music to his ears as he snuggled up to him, used to the screeches of the train's brakes and nonsense being blared over the speakers.

At time's he would kiss his head, not minding the fact that they both now had Cum stained onto their fronts and just how soaked Wade's bottom was. Either way- He was beautiful like this. Happy, relieved of his pain, and filled to the brim with such love, mixed bodily fluids and- Logan had a feeling he was forgetting something.

He forgot their lunch bag...

“...well shit.”

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[deputyrook]

Impressions- 6/?

PART 1. PART 2. PART 3. PART 4. PART 5.

You're a psychic. He's a detective. And a serial killer.

(Enter: FBI)

Mark Hoffman x psychic!Reader (trouble in paradise?), with a teensy tinge of Strahm x reader. Sue me.

Word count: 5002

WARNINGS: Corruption, abusive dynamics, general Saw-levels of horror & violence. Mentions of child abuse. Not much romance in this chapter, sorry! Reader is still drinking the Jigsaw Kool-Aid.

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How many derelict warehouses can one single man own?

The meat processing plant that you're making your way through isn't exactly easy to navigate. Much to your chagrin, Mark has left you to make your way through it yourself, apparently having "work" to do. You're not sure whether he means detective work or Jigsaw work, but you don't ask for details.

The place smells like metal and blood, two scents which are becoming more and more familiar to you with each passing day. You tap your cane along as you go, the vibrations travelling up your arm. It's taking time, but you're slowly getting used to the tool.

The responding echoes of the different sounds reveal to you the type of surface you're stepping on- concrete floors, metal grating, scattered pieces of glass. This abandoned plant is cool and quiet, your footsteps by-far the loudest sound you can hear.

The cane also keeps you from running into walls. Still, it's slow going. Not having any idea where John Kramer is doesn't help. If the echoes are anything to go by, this place is huge.

Strangely, you suddenly wish that Kerry could help you out with this sort of thing- not that this was the universe she belonged in, or the side she fought on, but you could almost hear the dry, sardonic comment she would make about the state of this place.

After fifteen minutes of wandering in mounting annoyance, you think to yourself- could this be another test? Marco-polo? With John, everything had the potential to be one.

You do have another tool that you can use to get information about your surroundings. With a sigh, you flex your fingers on the cane and reach out with your awareness instead, scanning.

There. High above you, forward and slightly to the right. No one else flutters against your awareness, confirming for you that it's just you and Kramer, alone in the plant.

Now where the fuck are the stairs...?

Slowly making your way around the warehouse, you go from room to room, feeling your way around. Every so often, you'll hit the edges of some strange, metal contraption that's impossible for you to get a clear mental picture of. You just feel jutting edges, sharp points, and thick bolts, and back away.

Eventually, you find a railing, which lets you know you've hit the bottom of a set of stairs. Climbing very carefully, you keep your senses trained on John Kramer's signature like a hunting dog on a scent.

It leads you to a closed metal door. You rap on it with your knuckles, waiting. When you don't receive an answer, you shove it open anyway.

"I know you're in here," You say as you enter, "You couldn't have met me on the ground level?"

You freeze in place, though, when you hear a shuddering breath and the hiss of an oxygen tank.

The cancer has spread like a rot, making even simple tasks difficult for him. It wrings the time from him like blood from a soaked cloth. He has a hard time even holding a pencil, anymore. It used to be his sword.

He would have met you on the ground level if he could. But he can't.

"I had faith you'd find your way," John says, after taking a deep breath.

"And so I did. You can't say I'm not resourceful," You lean your cane against the wall and walk over slowly, feeling your way over to the area where John is seated. You hit the back of an armchair, and ghosting your fingers over it, manoeuvre yourself to sit down across from him.

"And gifted," John adds. He seems to have caught his breath now, as his voice, though shaky, grows stronger, "You've experienced firsthand the kind of growth that being tested allows. What do you think of it, now?"

He's already gearing up to his thesis point, the reason why he asked that you come here today. He doesn't have the time to waste on small talk. You entertain his question.

"There's no doubt it's changed my life," you say magnanimously, "Being in a traumatic, life or death situation has a way of isolating what's important to you. Of cutting the fat from the bone."

Back when you could see, you never would have thought that one of the hardest things about losing your sight would be the social aspect of it. Not being able to gauge how people are reacting to your words- without delving into the nebulous depths of their souls, anyway- was socially stifling.

Particularly when the reaction you're trying to gauge is that of a hair-trigger serial killer. Ah, if Kerry could see you now- trading philosophical quips with Jigsaw himself.

"Detective Hoffman doesn't see the purpose of all of this, not the way he should. He's sharp, but shortsighted," John says, sounding almost wistful about it. "You've taken a liking to him, and he, you. That much is obvious. Overall, I've come to believe it's for the best. He'll need you, if he wants to continue my work... uninterrupted."

You can feel John's concern. The way he dwells on the future, knowing he won't be here to see it. Will the embers of his creation smoulder and burn out into ash after he's gone? Will it have all been for nothing?

"Amanda... she understands the lessons she's supposed to teach, but she's too emotional- unstable, at times. She will need to be tested again. Should she pass, she'll need an anchor. Someone to keep her... grounded."

Yeah, okay. That seems like a stretch. Amanda hadn't seemed to like you all that much the one time that you met her, but you don't bring that up. Instead, you ask, "So what, you want me to keep the peace between them? Make sure they play nice? Bit hard for me to keep my eyes on them now, don't you think?"

There's a pause, and you hear John move in his seat, before he takes a deep, rattling breath with the oxygen mask. Then, he continues.

"The ability to accurately predict human behaviour is my greatest asset in my work. It is an ability that, of my apprentices, you singularly possess. The others may be able to create the instruments, but only you can design the tests. Only you can choose who needs to be tested, and predict the outcomes, in the same way that I can."

You hum to yourself, mentally noting that he just referred to you as one of his apprentices. He has a point, though. Similar to the one that Mark had been impressing on you. There's a feeling of doom that lingers on the periphery of John's empire. Without you there to notice it, to be the stalwart defence and augur of his work, it would swallow everything he held dearly whole.

Gripping the arm of your chair, the words come before you know what you're saying.

"It's kind of a funny coincidence. My mom tried to drown me as a kid, you know," You're not sure why you tell John this. Surely it's a mistake to be so open with him. "She said the world was too sick. That it was easier to die."

"I know. It was in the paper. They printed your name, and everything," John replies, and it's a bit of a slap in the face. You wonder if he learned about it before or after he strung you up in the acid trap. You wonder if Mark knows about it, too. He's a detective, so it isn't too much of a leap to think he'd searched for information on you. It feels like a betrayal, just a little. "What did that teach you?"

You purse your lips, and choose not to answer his question directly. It seems the two of you keep doing that- replying to questions that the other hadn't asked. Maybe you're more like him than you thought.

"Mark thinks that your actions are justified, and that you're doing the world a service. I'm not sure how Amanda justifies it- maybe she just wants to be close to you, I don't know." You pause, considering.

"To be honest, I think what you do is monstrous," You confess, "It's brutal. Absolutely inhumane," You can't see John's reaction, and you get absolutely no read on him. He's silent, before you continue.

"But. I think this world needs monsters, sometimes. And that I'm one of them. That's what my mom taught me. That's what you and Mark taught me, too." You smile to yourself. "Probably not the answer you were looking for, right?"

Would Kerry think you were a monster for this? Maybe not initially, but after hearing what you'd been up to the last few months, you had to think that she probably would agree with you. That she'd be disgusted-

You freeze. Why do I keep thinking of Kerry like this? Out of the blue?

"Kerry. What're you doing with Kerry?" You ask John quietly. He takes another slow, shallow breath, before he responds.

"I was wondering if you would notice," He murmurs in reply, and you think you detect a note of amusement in his tone. "Like you, she is being tested. Right now."

"She has the will to live. Stronger than anyone I've met," You say steadfast. But there's a creeping feeling, hiding somewhere behind your lungs, that says wrong, wrong, something is wrong.

"We'll see, won't we? Like so many of her colleagues, she neglects life to focus on death. You know better than anyone." Despite how shaky he sounds, John somehow manages to sound smug.

Suddenly, it all seems like bullshit to you. Or at the very least, a resource issue.

"There are a lot of people out there who overwork themselves," You snipe, "But it's the lead detective on the Jigsaw case you happen to grab. Funny. You know, there are other ways to get good people off of your case."

"You're angry with me," John remarks, "Our work needs to continue. If she survives..."

Something occurs to you, then. John keeps talking, but his words are drown out by a whooshing in your ears- the thundering sound of blood coursing. You can't hear what he's saying, but one thought dominates your mind.

You could kill him. Right now.

You wonder how he'd do in one of his own games. One he couldn't anticipate or control. To be thrust into a situation where fear overtakes him, where his brain needs to desperately try to find a way out of the situation. If you had the time, you'd be interested to see how his philosophy fared under a bit of pressure.

But you don't have that kind of time. Instead, you could lean across the gap between you, wrap your hands around his throat, and squeeze the rest of the life out of him. You were blind, yes, but he was already dying, halfway to the grave. You would win a physical struggle.

Even if you weren't able to watch him die, you'd know- he would die afraid, angry that this wasn't like he planned. Terrified that it was all for nothing.

His reign needs to end. More... capable hands need to take over.

The only thing that stops you is a consideration of the consequences. If you were able to confirm that you could fully trust Mark... maybe you'd be able to make it out alive. But Amanda was out there, and she would want your blood for it. The accomplice, Dr. Gordon, was a wildcard. You had no idea how he'd react.

Patience. Be patient.

Your fingers twitch on the armrest. Abruptly, you stand.

"Goodbye, John. I don't think I'll see you again," You tell him, voice cold.

"You will. In one way, or another," He answers cryptically. Unlike your own, his voice almost seems to have a warmth to it now, "And you'll understand me, in time," He pauses, before he finally claims the last word- the last thing you ever hear him say.

"Goodbye, Oracle. I'm glad we met."

--

Kerry is dead.

Kerry is dead, and you don't know how, or why. And nothing makes sense.

You need answers. You need to speak to Mark- you'll find the answers in his soul and yank them out, if you have to.

Kerry didn't need to die like that. She shouldn't have died like that. You should have seen it coming, you should have warned her, you should have-

The door to the interview room opens. A man strides in, a presence you've felt before, though distantly. A woman trails into the room behind him, quiet as though deliberately trying not to make a sound. You sit in an uncomfortable plastic chair, your hands on the table in front of you.

"Comfortable?" The FBI agent asks, "I've got a few questions for you. Hope you don't mind."

The man's tone of voice conveys that he really doesn't care if you mind or not. It's immediately obvious that this is the man that Kerry was in contact with- he's brash, demanding, and you catch a hint of something a little feral, just beneath the surface.

"Of course. Happy to help, if I can," You pause. "You're FBI, right?"

You hear a shuffling of clothing, and deduce that he's pulled out his badge. As if realizing you can't see it, the man quickly adds, "That's right. Special Agent Peter Strahm"

Strahm. The one who knows the water as well as you do. He pulls out the chair from across from you, and sits. The woman's presence remains hovering like a spectre toward the back of the room.

"I'd say it's nice to meet you, but..." you grimace, "Allison was my oldest friend. It's only been a few hours since I heard that they'd... found her. Sorry if I'm not all together."

"You didn't hear it from Detective Hoffman first?" Strahm asks. Every word he speaks seems tinged with irritation, as though everything is moving too slowly for him and he's waiting for it to catch up wit where he's at. Ah, so he knows.

"No. I expect he was busy with the fallout from the discovery. She was his friend, too," Forcing the words through your teeth is a bit harder than expected, "The station radioed me and asked me to come in. They told me... the basics."

"How much did they tell you? What do you know, exactly?" Strahm's words are like daggers, pointed and direct. The man is quick, and gives no quarter in his pursuit. Clearly, he'll be a dangerous adversary for you and Mark.

But maybe it's the water thing- you find that you kind of like him, right off the bat. Short-temper and barely-concealed-rage and all.

"Just that she was found... uhm, in a Jigsaw trap. I didn't even know... she was missing. We haven't spoken in a few days, but she was pretty busy, so it wasn't that uncommon. And then suddenly I get a call-"

You'd met with John several days prior, and when you'd gone home, you'd tried to reassure yourself- Kerry is a survivor. She would be fine. You'd texted Mark, anxiously looking to talk. He hadn't replied.

Days had turned into nights with no news. Your dread had grown, until you got the call.

Guilt is choking you. If you'd just done something... been a good friend, a good person. Maybe all of this had been a mistake. It's too hard to think logically, rationally.

Kerry is dead.

"Sorry," You mumble, wiping the tears from under your sunglasses, "it's been a lot to take in."

"Take your time," Strahm says, the subtext in his tone demanding that you don't. Then, after barely a moment has passed, he moves on and adds, "Open the door and you will find me."

"Excuse me?" The phrase is so strange it snaps you out of your misery spiral.

"Mean anything to you? Did Kerry ever say anything like that?"

"No?" For once, you're drawing up a complete blank at the phrase. It means absolutely nothing to you. "Was it... was that something she told you guys?"

There is a long, pregnant pause. The air in the room, already stuffy, grows thicker.

"What did you just say? Can you repeat that?" Strahm asks, an edge to his voice that is equally quiet and dangerous. You wonder if you've slipped up somehow, in a way you haven't caught yet.

"Did she tell you that?" You repeat, still confused.

"Who were you referring to when you said 'you guys?'" Strahm asks. Your sightless gaze slides over to where you know the woman is standing, and you realize your mistake.

Clever. You'll have to watch yourself around this one.

"You and your partner" You say, gesturing her way. No point in pretending you don't know she's there, "Who I guess you haven't introduced yet."

"What I'm wondering," Strahm says as he stands and walks over to your side of the table, "Is how you knew she was here, if I didn't introduce her. It was Jigsaw who abducted you and blinded you, isn't that right?" He leans down, bracketing his arms on either side of you.

A man used to using his physicality to intimidate. He reminds you of Mark.

You smile up at him. Gloves off.

"I guess I've always been perceptive, Agent Strahm. It doesn't mean I'm not really blind," you reply.

You're not sure what you're expecting him to do, but it comes as a surprise when he grabs your sunglasses and takes them off of your face. He's close enough to you that you can hear his sharp intake of breath when he sees your eyes- or what remains of them.

"Sorry to disappoint. I assure you, the police department here isn't that incompetent. You can check the hospital records too, if you want. They ran a bunch of tests which boiled down to acid will do that." You look up at him, still smiling a little sheepishly, in a way you really hope creeps him the fuck out.

"That won't be necessary," He hisses out, pissed. It's hard to tell if he's angry with himself, you, or the world at large.

You pluck your sunglasses from his outstretched hand, without bothering to pretend that you don't know where he's holding them, and slide them back onto your face.

"Special Agent Lindsey Perez. Good afternoon," The woman finally introduces herself, and you nod in her direction, "As I understand it, you're dating the lead detective on the Jigsaw case- Mark Hoffman. How did you meet?"

Strahm leans away from you, retreating from your side of the table. You get the distinct impression he wants to flip it.

"Well, I knew him a little through Allison," You say, "But then when I was kidnapped- he was the one to find me. I got to know him better, after that."

"How charming," Strahm sneers, "How well do you know Detective Rigg?"

"Uh, not particularly well?" The questions are coming quickly, non-sequitur. Probably to keep you on your toes, "Don't tell me something's happened to him too?"

"No, don't worry. We just want to get a sense of how involved you are in all of this. Jigsaw frequently targets the police, and those associated with them," Perez makes a good good-cop to Strahm's bad-cop. Her voice is soothing, a stark contrast with Strahm's demeanour. You can see why they were partnered.

"And you're right in the heart of this. Tested yourself, and you lived to tell the tale. Your best friend is murdered. And your boyfriend's the lead investigator," Strahm makes no effort to hide his suspicion, "I'm going to take a wild leap here and say you know more about this case than the average civilian."

"That's true," And because you can't help it, you add, "Allison did tell me the FBI agent she was in touch with was a real pain in the ass to deal with."

Perez coughs, in a noise that sounds suspiciously like a laugh. Strahm doesn't. He slams his palms down on the table, in a move that makes you jump.

"And now she's dead," he nearly shouts, killing the levity as he moves back over to tower over you, "And you've got nothing to add whatsoever. You didn't see anything when you were taken, you don't know anything now, is that right?"

"It is," You answer evenly, "But I can tell you this. She never gave up on Matthews. She was sure he was alive out there. And... you're right, about me being tangled up in this. It's obvious Jigsaw goes after people who are getting close to him. I've been tortured already, so I'd turn my gaze toward the other people at the forefront, if you're worried about finding his next target."

"So how were you?" Strahm all but murmurs in your ear, hovering close to your face once again, "Getting close?"

Shit. You really have to mind your words. He's good. A truth here was better than another lie.

"I take it Allison didn't tell you she brought me in as an advisor to the case, at one point? Before I was tested." You reply quietly, "I didn't want to say- to make her look bad. We were all a bit embarrassed by it. Me, her, Rigg, Mark-"

"Why the fuck has no one told me this before now?" You hear Strahm ask in annoyance, his head turning toward Perez, "Kerry brought a civilian into the investigation, and the whole goddamn precinct knew? And no one mentioned it?"

"Because I was brought in as psychic," You reply, still unable to keep yourself from cringing.

There is another long pause of silence.

"Run that by me again," Strahm says, voice tight.

"I told you I'm perceptive. Allison believed-"

"No, no, no-" You feel like you can hear Strahm pushing his palms into his eyes, "You've got to be kidding. Is everyone at this division a complete moron?"

"This is why no one told you. It didn't go anywhere, we didn't get any leads from it. It was a last ditch attempt. But maybe Jigsaw is superstitious. He must have found out somehow. I don't know." Skirting around the truth seemed to be working better than evading his questions outright.

As Kerry had often said, you weren't a good liar. But maybe you were improving.

"Is that how you could tell I was here?" Perez asks, sounding genuinely curious. Strahm lets out a noise of complaint and protest at her question. You nod in response.

"Yeah. I guess," You shrug.

"Great, great. A complete circus, all of this. Christ. I think we're done here." Strahm walks back around to the entrance of the room, his steps tinged with a frustration that echoes off of him in waves. Before he leaves, he turns to you.

"Oh, any predictions you want to tell me before I leave? Like who the killer is?" He asks, like he still can't believe what he's heard.

You say the first thing that comes to your mind.

"Just one bit of advice. Keep a ballpoint pen on you," You say. With another scoff, he leaves, slamming the door to the room behind him with so much force that the room shakes.

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[4:53PM - Outgoing] We need to talk.

[5:12PM - Incoming] little busy right now

[5:13PM - Outgoing] I spoke to the FBI today. I swear to God, Mark. If you don't talk to me I'll ask for a follow-up interview.

[5:17PM - Incoming] you do that you burn yourself

[5:19PM - Outgoing] My best friend is dead. Fucking try me.

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Mark calls you. He can't even spare a visit.

"Do I need to be actually worried? Or are you just blowing off steam?" Is the first thing that he says to you when you answer your phone. You immediately get the impression that he's not concerned in the slightest that you might actually report him.

"Did you rig Kerry's test to fail?" You demand to know.

"Answer my question first. Did you mean it when you threatened me?" Mark huffs out a laugh, "Because if you're going to threaten me, you should mean it."

Just like that, all of the fight in you, the anger and the fury and the guilt, is snuffed from you like a candle light. God, you're tired. You've missed his voice.

"What am I supposed to do, Mark? How else can I get your attention?" You hate how much it sounds like you're pleading with him. "You haven't spoken to me in days. You leave me in the dark. My best friend turns up dead. What am I supposed to do?"

He sighs. "I wanted to keep you out of it. Knew you wouldn't like Kerry being tested, and I didn't want you more involved-"

You laugh, strained and almost delirious as you cut him off. "Involved? Mark, up until now you have gleefully drawn me further and further into this chasm. Don't tell me you regret it now."

"Things... are going to get bad over the next few days," He tells you, voice low, "I needed you separate, so that if things go south-"

"Did you rig Kerry's test to fail?" You repeat, voice like stone, "No more secrets, Mark. You want us to be partners. I need to be able to trust you. So this is it. Tell me the truth."

"No," He answers, and you can tell he's holding something back. At your silence, he relents and continues, "But I suspected Amanda would. She's been killing all of her targets."

You let out a shaky exhale. You don't feel angry. You feel empty. Mark continues.

"Kerry was getting closer to the truth. And with those FBI Agents on our trail too... listen. John's going to be dead by the end of the week. Amanda too. I figured these FBI Agents, they'd be able to pin it all on her. Then after she's dead, it's a nice and neat end to the story," You can hear him frown. He sounds tired by it all, too, "But they know about me. They know there's an accomplice. They realized Amanda and John couldn't have strung Kerry up like that alone. I'll need to kill them both, too."

John Kramer had certainly been right about one thing. Without your influence, his empire would crumble under Mark's leadership alone.

In your mind's eye, you see a pile of limbs. Bodies piled high, twisted and broken, jagged pieces of metal jutting from their sides. The pile seems to move, breathing like a beating heart. An amalgam lump of desperate moves. One of the corpses looks at you with empty eyes. It looks like Mark.

"You can't kill every single person that catches your scent, Mark," You tell him incredulously, "You think this will end well for you if you just murder anyone who gets in your way?" You feel exasperated, but its mixed with a kind of relief: that you're talking again, that he's being honest with you. That maybe, you can move forward and get through this. That you can help.

"I can until they stop coming," Mark mutters darkly. A chill runs through you as you realize he's not kidding. He really would kill his way through hoards of people, until the walls closed in around him. Corpse pile, indeed.

"And then what? Mark, come on, think about this. You can't slaughter the entire FBI," He growls in frustration, and you continue, "Run me through the current plan. Let's talk. Two heads are better than one."

And he does. Mark tells you everything about his plan for the next game- John Kramer's final one, it seems. The testing of Jeff Denlon, his wife Lynn, and Rigg, with the two games played simultaneously. Jigsaw's magnum opus, with the dramatic return of Eric Matthews. Mark would be indisposed, cast as an apparent victim through the trial. To swoop in at the last moment, a hero.

"And if Amanda doesn't fail- well, I'll make sure she does. Amanda and John will die. You leave that to me," Mark tells you. You nod, working through the plan again in your mind.

"Okay. Listen, I really think you should hold off on trying to kill the FBI agents. They are not going to die easy, Mark. Fuck, if we just had more time, we could stage this better, to really get them off your trail..."

"You think I can't handle a couple of FBI agents?" He remarks, and you can feel the excitement at the challenge of a rivalry in his tone. You can't exactly fault him for that. Part of you had been a little thrilled during the interrogation earlier, too.

"Fine, give it a shot, then. Have it your way. Don't say I didn't warn you," You sulk. What is the point of being psychic if no one listens to you?

Mark's problem, you think to yourself, is that he doesn't realize how close this all is to the precipice of complete ruin. That he is proud enough to believe he would be able to take up the mantle of Jigsaw alone, once this last game with John Kramer and Amanda is through.

You wonder if he sees you truly as a partner, or as one of his accomplices. Despite his honesty with you, you file that thought away for later- what is it? Just paranoia? Or a problem that will need to be dealt with?

Speaking of problems: Strahm and Perez know that there's an accomplice. Likely a male accomplice, one who could do the heavy lifting.

Until they find one, they won't give up- not the agents, nor the FBI itself, which would undoubtedly send more agents in their stead to pick up where they left off.

Hm. An accomplice of Jigsaw's. You smile to yourself.

Good thing you know about a spare one of those. Who needs to sacrifice a rook, when you could play a knight?

---

A/N- Sorry this took (checks clock) four months to write. I figured it would be better to just stop agonizing about the writing/rewriting and put it out there. Do you guys mind that we're drawing away from the romance, and more toward the MC's journey? Is anyone still reading this? If not, then I'll just do what I want, anyway 😌

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Mbti dissections+Astrology (2)

🫧 Infps are literally everywhere, its also a bit easy to tell if they’re an infp. Like quite literally a go with the flow or “everything is fine, at least Im in one piece” type of manner. I have 4 infp friends and they are compassionate yet goofy lil softballs. Like ur talking about something and they will suddenly link it to something random. When we were mentioning bridgerton on netflix, my infp friend went: paddington? Like the bear? And we all went: huh?- Creative lil weirdos, they definitely have a way with words and creativity with their own thinking and ideas.

🫧 Isfjs are quite the giver for humanitarian things or aim to help for the wellbeing of people. They’re the type to donate blood, volunteer, or do work surrounding an organization that helps others. I have a friend who retook the test and got isfj, and altho she was sad cuz she wanted to still be a isfp lol. But it makes sense as she actually does a lot of humanitarian work and cares a lot about the wellbeing of her friends and etc. she volunteered to donate blood once but her iron level was too low, and she was always interested in learning ASL and even thought of being a ASL interpreter in the future. These ppl are naturally giving or drawn to helping others in some way.

🫧 I have a friend who is an estp and he is a very hardworking person and thoughtful person. These types are just as their mbti title suggest: “entrepreneur”. They get a lot of things done and yet with having p (perceiving) in their type, they can tend to over do it and end up lost in their own stuff and overwhelmed. Estps also show their love and care through actions such as doing things for their friends or getting them thoughtful gifts etc, they find it hard to express their love simply thru words and show it thru the quality time spent with their loved ones and physical/tangible affections and actions.

🫧 Astrology + Mbti section 🫧

Observations may not apply to everyone, take wut u resonate and relate with

🎀 Air and earth placements in a birthchart tends to analyze and be very eloquent and prepared on what to say. The air energy allows them to gather information and put together the concepts as earth placements can analyze or fixate upon the details for a deeper reasoning. Often times, these individuals with both these energies in their chart would have a t (thinking) or j (judging) in their mbti. The need to organize their findings and many concepts and ideas they can latch onto make them excellent speakers/debaters and detectives, articulate and precise.

🎀 Air and water placements, especially cancer and gemini, together in a birthchart can make them emotional and receptive to others emotions and social awareness. This leads to them to go with the flow or to try to offer an understanding level, its also why ppl find them easy to talk to and relating - allowing them to talk to these individuals while they offer a listening ear and comforting words. These individuals with these placements may have f (feeling) or p (perceiving) in their mbti. Able to adapt or not be judgmental of others differences, they are open to many different lifestyle, ideas, and people. Additionally with air + water in their chart, they can creatively channel their ideas a lot onto art or appeal to others with their own ways of expression and thinking.

🎀 I notice a few ppl with taurus sun/moon with taurus mercury in their chart could have an s (sensing) in their mbti. The way they think is more grounded with a sense of logic to it, they’re more calm and rational about realistic problems or ideas and may not jump to as much conclusions or assumptions as n (intuitive) type ppl (who may overthink a lot). The way they express themselves is in an honest and levelheaded way, not overly complicating things by sticking to their core principles and logical reasons to break it down.

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This year leading up to my birthday, I decided to treat myself to something special, just for me. But instead of planning a trip or a special adventure out in the world, I decided to gift myself a journey inward. After my viral illness last year landed me in the hospital — the one that began with people trying convince me that it was “anxiety” or “all in my head due to stress” and ended in multiple diagnoses, and then kept me in doctors offices for three straight months — I knew I wanted to take more proactive control of my health. I’ve also learned how often women are ignored, demeaned, or straight up not treated because of medical bias that sees our pain not be taken seriously, and illnesses often left undiagnosed got longer, to our own detriment. And it’s even worse for women of color! Becoming aware of the data, being sobered by my own brush with illness, and then seeing my best friend from high school lose her little sister to colon cancer at 37, and a friend from work go through a double mastectomy at 42, I knew I wanted to know everything about my own body. And thanks to two of my best pals learning a ton about their health during their own fertility journey (shout out to @daddyhoodpodcast TY) I wound up connected to the amazing team @sollishealth. From the moment I walked into their beautiful offices and met their medical team, things felt different. Finally, I have everything under one roof — that also does emergency care! — and I’m being looked after by one team that oversees all additional referrals. From full labs that we took in the office, to an additional vial of blood (I didn’t pass out, please be proud) for a Galleri test to screen for 100 types of cancer, they made me feel so empowered & gave me snacks. They helped me find in-network specialists to keep battling my asthma, to keep up the necessary PT that helps me stay on top of some stunt injuries, and even helped me get one of those in depth @prenuvo scans that took over the internet last year. Spoiler alert: they really ARE that amazing I have to thank the whole team for answering all of my questions about how to make this scan more #accessible to people. As we are all out here advocating for healthcare, and reminding you to vote like your lives depend on it (they do!) it’s really meaningful to me to meet likeminded folks to learn with, and to be walked through their plans around how to bring the best medical treatments to the masses. Everyone deserves this! I’m really grateful to be a #sollispartner now and have the ability to explore my options, and hoping that sharing what I find from time to time helps you all feel inspired to explore yours too. I hope we all stay healthy for a long long time 🫶🏼

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Celebrity, Cancer, and the Sword of Damocles

Shannen Doherty is a little younger than I am and is a Woman In Public with cancer.

Good God, that is one tough bitch.

Cancer strips away so many things we take for granted, puts us through so much. When she was first diagnosed eight years ago, I had sympathy for her. I knew treatment had changed a lot, and I was hopeful that she'd 'beat cancer.'

Now I'm looking at it from the inside, knowing that remission is not beating cancer. I love her for spreading that out there and having the courage to say it. We love pretty pictures, happy endings, inspirational stories. It's okay, but they ring hollow from the inside. People mean well, but there's almost a guilt when you have to disappoint them. Remission means they can't find cancer right now. If you make it past five years in remission, you're considered cured, but if the cancer comes back-

I got my blood test kit yesterday and will gave my draws done in the middle of next week. I'll find out if I am still in remission just before Christmas - it will be my year if I am still 'cancer free.'

Shannen said what's in the mind of so many cancer patients:

“I’m not done with living. I’m not done with loving. I’m not done with creating. I’m not done with hopefully changing things for the better,” she says, cracking a smile. "I’m just not — I’m not done.”

And:

“I know it sounds cheesy and crazy, but you’re just more aware of everything, and you feel so blessed. We’re the people who want to work the most, because we’re just so grateful for every second, every hour, every day we get to be here.”

She's fallen out of remission multiple times and the cancer previously metastasized to her brain, for which she had surgery. Now it's metastasized into her bones - the five year survival rate is 29 percent - and she's looking for clinical trials or experimental treatments. I hope I can be as brave since my chances of falling out of remission are 85 percent. It's like walking around with a bomb strapped to you, never knowing when Mr. Cancer's going to press the button. It's the reason I have kept my power port installed in my left arm - I beat the odds the first time with CRC 4A. I am not going to coddle myself with pretty pictures and inspirational 'beat cancer' twaddle. I am going to live as if every second I have is a gift.

She's right.

The sky is bluer.

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Oriental Bay Owl Prophecy And Symbolism

The Following Channel is from higher powers, Divine, the ancestral plane and is prophetic through Quornesha S. Lemon|

Whether the Oriental Bay Owl appears in dreams, visions, waking life or synchronicities, it is a sign and message that it’s time to release a mother figure. This death can be transformative or natural. If it’s a literal death, this mother doesn’t have any serious illnesses that are known. And it isn’t you, as a mother, its your mother, or your mothers’ mother. It’s time to end the cycles. Cut the cords, and call back your power from your maternal lineage. It may also be wise to utlize the power of shamanism and/or soul retrieval. It’s time for trauma to die.

Your lineage is healing. It is also a prophecy that you will come face to face with death. Death willl compliment you. This will happen in your waking life. You may encounter a seemingly homeless person, and they will speak words of empowerment and will tell you to keep going. Show compassion to this person. Show love, and give what you can. Your faith and kindness can be small or great, but you will be rewarded even if that’s not your intent. Death will speak to you of your beauty, and the light and power that is upon your life and will let you know of when it’s coming for you, and along the way, death will send you warnings. You’re not going anywhere anytime soon.

But make the most of this life you’ve been given, because one day, it will be your last waking hour. This angel of death will tell you to not waste time on negative people. They will appear disabled with a scar near or above their eye. You are about to make history within your family Lineage. This is why you are alone and separated from everyone that doesn’t want to see you win. Family isn’t thicker than blood. Your chosen family is coming to you. A New order is in the universe.

Owls, will approach you and be around you for a span of seconds to 5 minutes and fly away. No harm, no attack, just awareness. God’s word will perform. You are able to command infirmities. To command cancer out. To Humble a KKK member and call them out of their Klan. Several Klansman will burn their robes and turn to a more righteous path. Some will even kneel and kiss your hand, begging for forgiveness for what their ancestors have done. They will plead with you three times. What will happen is up to you. The Oriental Bay Owl is a reminder that you have ancient dynasty power on your side. Warriors of different cultures support you. and any opposing forces will be denied.

You’re getting ready for international travels and connections. You’re getting ready to minister to millions of people around the world. Heaven has ordered good things and greater shall you do. You will be able to command the darkness out of people, places and things. Your gifts of exorcism are coming to the fore. Some of the rarest bird sightings will come to you. The Oriental Bay Owl is a symbol of luck, fortune, favor, success, thriving, and being wealthy. What was once foreign to you, will be easy. Acknowledgement of the work you are doing is coming to you.

The Oriental Bay owl, also Prophecies, that your season of solitude, will be coming to an end soon, as the right people enter. Even though, these people are entering, you alone will know where they are to placed and you will do so happily with boundaries in place for all involved. You are not owned by anyone or anything and you’re free to let whomever in or out of your life at anytime. Just take caution in releasng those who are meant as blessings, as comapnionship is highlighted and it is time for you to be loved, like you’ve always been meant. The Oriental Bay owl, is also symbolic of the releasement/exorcism.

This message isn't, obviously resonant with all whose paths it crosses, as perhaps you may encounter someone of this vernacular, mastery or skill. Therefore, it is a sign from the universe that you're meant to work with such a person. 

Need further clarity or your own queries answered? Book your own reading as my schedule is full and I do not guarantee a reply on social media regarding this post.

If this is not you, then it is time to get clear to rejoin your tribe or the rest of the world of infinite beings. It's time to bring your light to the forefront. However, if you aren't able to invoke, heal or otherwise on your own, call on the assistance of shamans, healers, intuitive people, etc. to assist you. This synchronicity can possibly have specific meanings for you, it's time to get insight. 

The Gift that Quornesha Has can never be duplicated, She is a Shaman, Writer, Healer,  And Teacher with incredible prophetic/healing gifts. Please do not infringe upon her rights as the author. You are not permitted to reuse, nor are you to sale as you wish. This information has been made available to you for the purpose of introduction and demonstration. All rights reserved. If you'd like to use this in a magazine, online publication, or other, please ask for permission first. Legal actions will be taken if you proceed to impose. Be blessed, bless others and be at peace on your journey. What you do is coming back on you. Make sure that it is good, and all is well within you, through you and around you.  The source sees all and knows what you think it does not. 

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From Sun-Kissed Skin to Soulful Bliss: Exploring the Concept of Heavenly Heat

Imagine stepping outside, feeling the warmth of the sun wrap around you like a cozy blanket. That heavenly heat has a magical quality that can transform your mood and energize your spirit. The glow of sunshine on your skin is more than just a pleasant sensation; it's an ancient connection to nature that our bodies crave. As we bask in those golden rays, we tap into something profound—a blend of science, health benefits, and pure bliss. This blog explores how sunlight influences us physically and mentally while acknowledging that with its gifts come responsibilities. So grab your sunglasses and let’s dive into the wonders of heavenly heat!

The Science Behind the Sun and Its Effects on the Body

The sun emits a spectrum of light, including ultraviolet (UV) rays that play a crucial role in our health. When UVB rays hit our skin, they stimulate the production of vitamin D. This essential nutrient supports bone health and boosts immune function. But it doesn’t stop there. Sunlight also influences our circadian rhythms, helping regulate sleep patterns and enhancing overall mood. The brain releases serotonin when exposed to natural light, promoting feelings of happiness and well-being. Moreover, sunlight triggers a host of physiological responses. Increased blood flow can enhance skin appearance while supporting muscle recovery after exercise. Understanding these connections reveals why we often feel more vibrant on sunny days. It’s not just about warmth; it’s about how those golden rays interact with us at a cellular level, igniting energy within our bodies and spirits alike.

Benefits of Sun Exposure for the Mind, Body, and Soul

Sun exposure offers a delightful array of benefits for our well-being. The warmth of the sun can uplift your mood, thanks to increased serotonin levels. Just a few moments in the golden rays can transform your day. Beyond the emotional perks, sunlight plays a crucial role in vitamin D production. This essential nutrient supports bone health and strengthens the immune system. A little bit of heavenly heat goes a long way in keeping you energized. Then there's that connection to nature—a simple pleasure found under clear blue skies. Engaging with sunlight fosters mindfulness and encourages us to appreciate life’s beauty. It’s not just about skin deep; it nourishes our spirit too. This radiant energy helps combat seasonal affective disorder (SAD), allowing many to find balance during gloomy months. Each sunlit moment becomes an opportunity for renewal—body, mind, and soul intertwined under its blissful embrace.

Risks and Precautions

While basking in the sun can evoke feelings of joy and tranquility, it's important to be aware of the risks associated with prolonged exposure. Sunburn is a common concern that results from ultraviolet (UV) radiation damaging the skin. This not only causes discomfort but also increases the risk of skin cancer over time. Protective measures are essential for enjoying heavenly heat safely. Wearing sunscreen with an appropriate SPF is crucial, even on cloudy days or during winter months when UV rays can still penetrate through clouds. Reapplying every two hours, especially after swimming or sweating, helps maintain your protection.

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Yoga for weight loss

Yoga can be a powerful ally in the battle against obesity. It impacts internal organs, endocrine glands, the brain, and the overall body-mind complex, providing a holistic approach to health and well-being.

With millions facing the health hazard of obesity, a condition that promotes a sedentary lifestyle and weakens the body, the need for effective solutions is urgent. Obesity shortens life expectancy and contributes to numerous health issues, including cardiovascular disease, diabetes, sleep apnea, certain cancers, and osteoarthritis. Those who are overweight have a higher risk of high blood pressure, heart disease, and other ailments. While losing weight is crucial for reducing these risks, it is often a challenging endeavor. Persistent efforts to shed pounds can feel like an uphill battle, leaving many feeling frustrated and disheartened. This is where the ancient practices of yoga and pranayama can offer significant support.

Individuals with a BMI between 25 and 30 are classified as overweight, while a BMI over 30 indicates obesity. This condition often stems from excessive food intake and a sedentary lifestyle, but genetics, endocrine disorders, certain medications, psychiatric conditions, and stress can also play roles. Psychological issues can lead to overeating, further complicating weight management, especially in children.

One of the major challenges in combating obesity is encouraging physical activity among those with limited mobility due to their weight. Yoga therapy can be particularly effective in these situations, helping to shed excess fat.

Why Yoga Therapy?

Yoga, a gift from our ancestors, is not just about burning calories. In yoga therapy, asanas (postures) are practiced to develop body awareness, understanding how the body works, and determining what suits it best. While weight loss is not the primary aim, it naturally occurs as a result of increased self-awareness. The key to success in yoga therapy is remembering the three D’s: Discipline, Determination, and Dedication. These principles help individuals reduce weight naturally and foster positive, constructive self-awareness.

Effective Asanas for Weight Loss

Many yoga postures can aid in weight reduction, even for those with limited mobility. Modified poses can be performed from sitting or prone positions. Asanas such as Pawanmuktasana, Ardha Matsyendrasana, Gomukasana, Vajrasana, Paschimottanasana, Trikonasana, Pada Hastasana, and Yoga Mudrasana are particularly effective. Most yoga postures help to bring the body into shape and reduce unwanted fat.

Surya Namaskara, or Sun Salutation, is a favorite for burning calories when performed briskly. This sequence of 12 postures not only promotes flexibility but also aids in weight reduction.

For those struggling with belly fat, asanas like Mayurasana are beneficial. If Mayurasana is too challenging, Hansasana can be an alternative. Both postures apply pressure to the abdomen, helping to reduce belly fat.

Pranayama to Boost Metabolism

Pranayama practices can stimulate metabolism, aiding in fat burning. Techniques such as Bhastrika, Kapalbhati, and Suryabheda are effective, especially when combined with balancing practices like Nadi Shodhan and Ujjayi. Cooling practices like Sheetali and Sheetkari can also influence hypothalamic centers, helping to control thirst and promote a healthy relationship with food.

Mindful Eating

For those whose obesity stems from eating disorders like binging or overeating, yoga’s therapeutic approach can manage harmful eating behaviors. Yoga advocates a sattvic diet, which is vegetarian, pure, simple, natural, and easily digestible, promoting overall health and well-being. Meals should consist mainly of raw vegetables, fruits, and sprouts, while refined, processed, fast foods, and non-vegetarian diets should be avoided or minimized.

It’s important to recognize that fast results are often temporary. Sustainable weight loss requires incorporating yoga into one’s lifestyle under proper guidance, leading to astonishing and lasting positive outcomes.

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Community Outreach at Bal Bharati Public School Dwarka: Leading with Compassion and Excellence

Bal Bharati Public School Dwarka, recognised as one of the top 10 CBSE schools, epitomizes the essence of education by integrating social responsibility into its curriculum. As the best school in Dwarka, known for excelling in academics and sports, the school actively engages students in initiatives that promote love, positivity, and hope, bringing the community closer and fostering values of compassion and benevolence.

Bal Bharatians lead various sanitation and hygiene campaigns, demonstrating their commitment to community well-being. In the Swachh Bharat Abhiyan, students from the best CBSE school conducted a cleanliness drive around slum clusters near the school, impacting approximately 200 lives. The WinS Programme involved installing washbasins in MCD schools and raising awareness on handwashing through nukkad natak performances. During a Plogging Run, students collected a quintal of plastic garbage while jogging through Dwarka. The Swachhata Pakhwada rally also promoted proper handwashing techniques, and hygiene kits were distributed to the underprivileged.

The students of the best school in sports facilities also champion various health and wellness initiatives. The No Honking Rally raised awareness about noise pollution in Dwarka. In collaboration with over 250 Rotarians, students educate the public on the benefits of the Pulse Polio program through a Polio Rally. The Walk for Life honoured cancer patients, and the Walk for Water highlighted the need to preserve water. In partnership with spiritual leader Sri M, the Walk for Hope created momentum for peace from Kanyakumari to Kashmir. Students promoted awareness against life-threatening diseases through a Thalassemia Awareness Workshop and a Menstrual Hygiene Campaign, distributing sanitary pads and educating girls.

Bal Bharatians support education and literacy through impactful programs. On National Immunization Day, students from the best school in Dwarka volunteered in the Pulse Polio immunization campaign. Collaborating with the NGO Spread A Smile, they educated street children. The Each One, Teach One Campaign under Teach India and the Rotary Adult Literacy Program promoted literacy and helped school dropouts. Other initiatives include donating utility items to slum children, establishing libraries for underprivileged kids, and introducing the Joy of Giving initiatives like Toy Bank, Food ATM, Book ATM, and Utility Bank.

Bal Bharati Public School Dwarka’s initiatives catalyze societal change. During Kerala flood relief efforts, students contributed essentials, and during the pandemic, they organized various donation campaigns. On Diwali, students distribute gifts and sweets to the underprivileged, and gratitude kits are given to helpers. The Feast of Joy community lunch fosters mutual respect. Students organise a Fun Camp for Underprivileged Children, including mental health activities and storytelling. They care for stray animals, visit special schools, and offer services to the elderly. The Tihar Haat Enterprise sensitizes students to the resilience of Tihar inmates.

Blood donation drives and computer literacy training further illustrate the school’s commitment to community service.

“The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others,” said Mahatma Gandhi. This quote resonates deeply with Bal Bharati Public School Dwarka, where education and compassion build a brighter and more inclusive future. This dedication ensures that Bal Bharati Public School Dwarka remains the best school in sports, the best school in Dwarka, and a leader among the top 10 CBSE schools.

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Chemical Cocktails are Destroying our Planet

By releasing untested chemicals and damaging pollutants into our environment we are creating toxic chemical cocktails that are harming humanity, wildlife, vegetation, our air and water, and especially our children. Testing 10 umbilical cords detected a total of 287 industrial chemicals.[i] Approximately 310,000 U.S. children between ages one and five have blood lead levels above CDC’s “safe level.” The reason is that industries release 21 billion pounds of chemicals directly into our environment every year[ii]. 4.5 billion of these chemicals are known carcinogens. This recipe for disaster affects everyone, especially future generations.

Seven new chemicals are introduced every single day, adding up to over 2,500 per year. 85,000 chemicals are now registered for commercial use in the USA alone.[iii] Shockingly, 60,000 of these have never been fully tested![iv] The long term effects are frightening.

The EPA is backlogged and lacks the resources to review even the most dangerous chemicals. Under a landmark Congressional Bill, it would take centuries for the EPA to test the accumulating toxic cocktails. The EPA couldn’t even ban asbestos, a known carcinogen that still kills 15,000 people each year.[v]

Chemical cocktails are key factors associated with habitat collapse and are now found in the remotest regions on earth. Three or more toxic chemical combinations have been discovered in 1,600 rivers and groundwater sites across England.[vi] Pollution in India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Iraq and China is out of control.[vii] There are over 700 known dead zones in oceans and lakes across our planet.[viii] You might think governments would carefully review every chemical for safety. THEY DO NOT!

Chemical cocktails cannot be eliminated by studying single contaminants. The combinations are too complex for water treatment plants, current testing methods, traditional statistical models, and for our body’s reproductive organs and immune systems. 

Meanwhile, mystery illnesses, chronic fatigue, diabetes, strokes, kidney and prostate disease, cancer, heart disease, obesity, stress related disorders, dementia, mental health crises, and pharmaceutical drug abuse are on the rise. Sperm counts, female fertility and reproductive health are steadily declining while premature births, miscarriages, low birth weight, stillbirths, birth defects, hormone disruption, learning disabilities and autism are increasing.

Not factoring in cancer and other diseases, at least 13 million silent deaths a year are attributed to environmental pollution and that exceeds any other recognized risk factor.[ix] Chemical cocktails pose one of the greatest threats to humanity. Ironically, self-poisoning is also the greatest preventable form of mortality. Unless we act now, millions more will get sick needlessly or die. 

Help make the world healthy again! Pass this video on! Let’s build global awareness, vote for ironclad regulations and create agencies free from corporate lobbyists that will work towards a toxic-free environment.

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[i] Health Care Without Harm

[ii] Worldometer

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[vi] Envirotec Magazine

[vii] IQ Air

[viii] University of Maryland Center for Environmental Science

[ix] ScienceDirect.com

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It's Our Anniversary

Do you know what today is? It's been a clean minute since I've checked in about the whole FGO thing and, i must say, sh*t is progressing nicely. Azur Lane has had some events, too, finally got a few new Iron Blood ships, but I'll touch on those later. Right now, I'm mildly obsessed with my Fate situation and i kind of want to gush about it a little bit. Last time i updated, i had just popped my Jaques de Molay on a whim. that was a hell of a run but there have been gains since then. Gains that i feel compelled to gush over.

The Grind

Mordred is another step closer to perfection. Anther step closer to where she was when i lost her the first time. The Seventh Anni event is happening and, if you have thirty pay quarts, you can use them to summon a guaranteed Five-Star from a selection of Servants you choose. I am lousy with Sabers so i just chose Mo on a whim. She popped. A little sad as that meant i missed out on Melusine (she's my white whale now, i guess), Semiramis, and Demon Nobu, but i did add another Noble Phantasm level Mordred, bringing her to level three. I'm one dupe away from where she was last time and two away from perfecting her. I've also maxed out both of her Buster Cards and am about one hundred short on her Quick card. Still a LONG way off from her level growing, i keep getting other Servants worth the Experience cards, but I'll lock into that eventually. I'm so close to finishing Mordred, it's getting me itchy!

The Drought is Over

In literally the last two months since i last updated, i find myself swimming in Five-Star Servants AND they're not f*cking Sabers! I wouldn't complaining if they were but, f*ck, is it hard to diversify in this game in terms of Gold Servants. I ended up throwing a ton of Grails at Four-Stars to kind of shore up the ranks but then the flood gates opened and i ended up with enough Five-Stars to build several Support teams. Sh*t was cash, man. I now have eighteen of these elusive f*ckers, a far cry from the measly nine (four of which were Sabers) when i first started. I have at least one Five-Star for every Main Class except Berserker, two Rulers, a Moon Cancer, and my lone Foreigner. Wish i had an Avenger but I'm good with what is on deck.

Four Star General

I actually have two Avengers, Gorgon and Lobo, they're just Four-Stars. I am absolutely LOUSY with Four-Star Servants. I have thirty-five of the f*cking things and around sixty or so total. I tend to burn anything less than Four-Stars because those cards are generally useless, especially in the late game. That said, the bulk of my army are bolstered Fours. Thirteen of them have been leveled up to ninety, i have Grails to spare, strictly because i needed more firepower and like those characters. Obviously, Barghest and Grey got that treatment the second i added them to my ranks, but so did Yu Meiren and Daikouten. Both of them are underrated as f*ck for their Class. Also, Frankenstein's Monster (her name is actually Eve but cool) because i don't still don't have a Five-Star Berserker yet!

Crimson Moon

I rarely speak on this because i generally enjoy the Fate franchise much more, but i got into the Throne of Heroes through Tsukihime. I was aware of Type-Moon because of Shiki and his doomed romance with Type-Moon, herself. Arcueid is one of my favorite characters in all of the Nasuverse so having an opportunity to add her to my my roster was a no-brainer for me. Obviously, i made a run at that banner, which was dope because i had just been gifted something like two hundred Saint Quartz or some sh*t. It took two thirty-pulls but she popped and i an stoked. Already got her to the third Ascension and currently grinding for Experience cards. I'm tempted to try a dupe run at her banner but i kind of don't want to waste anymore Quartz at the moment. Still, two rolls for a Five-Star off a banner is pretty dope.

Picnic Panic

I was also able to Max Limit my Chaldea Lunchtime Craft Essence. This anniversary celebration just showered me with sh*t i could use to bolster my entire situation. I ended up with a couple extra thousand Mana Prisms and immediately cashed those out. I only had two Lunchtimes left to get and had been putting it off because i wouldn't justify the expense. Well, today that cost was worth it because i realized i didn't need to actually level the Craft Essences up AND limit Break them in order to get the bonus. I completely forgot it's just the latter which matters. All five of those f*ckers fused to give me a beautiful ten percent bonus to my Bond Points at the end of battle and i love it. Should put a much needed dent into the slow crawl to Bond level Fifteen. I wish we could do multiple, though. Five max level Lunchtimes would be dope as sh*t!

Back to One

Years ago, way back when FGO first released in the NA territory, those that signed up were gifted Saber Lily on top of your free Four-Star roll. I pulled Lancer Eli but that has nothing to do with anything. Anyway, when i lost my account, it became relatively clear to me that reclaiming Lily was going to be a problem. I only ever saw her on Banners and i wasn't abut to waste Quartz on arguably the weakest Saberface in the game. Still, nostalgia called and i just kind of went about my life, lamenting how stupid it is we still can't link accounts to our Goggle accounts or an email somewhere. That is until i popped her on a Friends Point Summon. I didn't even know you could get Gold Servants out of that welfare dump! It was an unexpected surprise and something else i can cross off my list, even though i had no intentions of earnestly pursuing.

Somebody Save Me

Interestingly enough, the same day i rolled Lily, i was able to get Ruler Jeanne. First and oldest Ruler in the game! Useless to my style of play but still appreciated, nonetheless. Obviously, if i had to choose a Jeanne, I'd want JAlter but, way back when i was a youngin' in the world of Grand Orders, the advertisements did a great job of selling me on the "new" Class. Saber Artoria, Mash, and Ruler Jeanne, were the cover girls of this new game and they were everywhere. Jeanne took a strong position as kind of the selling point for longtime Nasu fans. I think it was the first time we got extended time with the character and Class. Apocrypha was a few weeks from release and, unless you were a total weeb, you had no idea the Apocrypha novels existed. Ruler was brand new and super dope looking. Everyone wanted to have a spin with her. And then Apocrypha came out. I don't remember her reception back then because Mordred existed and i didn't care anymore.

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It's Our Anniversary

Do you know what today is? It's been a clean minute since I've checked in about the whole FGO thing and, i must say, sh*t is progressing nicely. Azur Lane has had some events, too, finally got a few new Iron Blood ships, but I'll touch on those later. Right now, I'm mildly obsessed with my Fate situation and i kind of want to gush about it a little bit. Last time i updated, i had just popped my Jaques de Molay on a whim. that was a hell of a run but there have been gains since then. Gains that i feel compelled to gush over.

The Grind

Mordred is another step closer to perfection. Anther step closer to where she was when i lost her the first time. The Seventh Anni event is happening and, if you have thirty pay quarts, you can use them to summon a guaranteed Five-Star from a selection of Servants you choose. I am lousy with Sabers so i just chose Mo on a whim. She popped. A little sad as that meant i missed out on Melusine (she's my white whale now, i guess), Semiramis, and Demon Nobu, but i did add another Noble Phantasm level Mordred, bringing her to level three. I'm one dupe away from where she was last time and two away from perfecting her. I've also maxed out both of her Buster Cards and am about one hundred short on her Quick card. Still a LONG way off from her level growing, i keep getting other Servants worth the Experience cards, but I'll lock into that eventually. I'm so close to finishing Mordred, it's getting me itchy!

The Drought is Over

In literally the last two months since i last updated, i find myself swimming in Five-Star Servants AND they're not f*cking Sabers! I wouldn't complaining if they were but, f*ck, is it hard to diversify in this game in terms of Gold Servants. I ended up throwing a ton of Grails at Four-Stars to kind of shore up the ranks but then the flood gates opened and i ended up with enough Five-Stars to build several Support teams. Sh*t was cash, man. I now have eighteen of these elusive f*ckers, a far cry from the measly nine (four of which were Sabers) when i first started. I have at least one Five-Star for every Main Class except Berserker, two Rulers, a Moon Cancer, and my lone Foreigner. Wish i had an Avenger but I'm good with what is on deck.

Four Star General

I actually have two Avengers, Gorgon and Lobo, they're just Four-Stars. I am absolutely LOUSY with Four-Star Servants. I have thirty-five of the f*cking things and around sixty or so total. I tend to burn anything less than Four-Stars because those cards are generally useless, especially in the late game. That said, the bulk of my army are bolstered Fours. Thirteen of them have been leveled up to ninety, i have Grails to spare, strictly because i needed more firepower and like those characters. Obviously, Barghest and Grey got that treatment the second i added them to my ranks, but so did Yu Meiren and Daikouten. Both of them are underrated as f*ck for their Class. Also, Frankenstein's Monster (her name is actually Eve but cool) because i don't still don't have a Five-Star Berserker yet!

Crimson Moon

I rarely speak on this because i generally enjoy the Fate franchise much more, but i got into the Throne of Heroes through Tsukihime. I was aware of Type-Moon because of Shiki and his doomed romance with Type-Moon, herself. Arcueid is one of my favorite characters in all of the Nasuverse so having an opportunity to add her to my my roster was a no-brainer for me. Obviously, i made a run at that banner, which was dope because i had just been gifted something like two hundred Saint Quartz or some sh*t. It took two thirty-pulls but she popped and i an stoked. Already got her to the third Ascension and currently grinding for Experience cards. I'm tempted to try a dupe run at her banner but i kind of don't want to waste anymore Quartz at the moment. Still, two rolls for a Five-Star off a banner is pretty dope.

Picnic Panic

I was also able to Max Limit my Chaldea Lunchtime Craft Essence. This anniversary celebration just showered me with sh*t i could use to bolster my entire situation. I ended up with a couple extra thousand Mana Prisms and immediately cashed those out. I only had two Lunchtimes left to get and had been putting it off because i wouldn't justify the expense. Well, today that cost was worth it because i realized i didn't need to actually level the Craft Essences up AND limit Break them in order to get the bonus. I completely forgot it's just the latter which matters. All five of those f*ckers fused to give me a beautiful ten percent bonus to my Bond Points at the end of battle and i love it. Should put a much needed dent into the slow crawl to Bond level Fifteen. I wish we could do multiple, though. Five max level Lunchtimes would be dope as sh*t!

Back to One

Years ago, way back when FGO first released in the NA territory, those that signed up were gifted Saber Lily on top of your free Four-Star roll. I pulled Lancer Eli but that has nothing to do with anything. Anyway, when i lost my account, it became relatively clear to me that reclaiming Lily was going to be a problem. I only ever saw her on Banners and i wasn't abut to waste Quartz on arguably the weakest Saberface in the game. Still, nostalgia called and i just kind of went about my life, lamenting how stupid it is we still can't link accounts to our Goggle accounts or an email somewhere. That is until i popped her on a Friends Point Summon. I didn't even know you could get Gold Servants out of that welfare dump! It was an unexpected surprise and something else i can cross off my list, even though i had no intentions of earnestly pursuing.

Somebody Save Me

Interestingly enough, the same day i rolled Lily, i was able to get Ruler Jeanne. First and oldest Ruler in the game! Useless to my style of play but still appreciated, nonetheless. Obviously, if i had to choose a Jeanne, I'd want JAlter but, way back when i was a youngin' in the world of Grand Orders, the advertisements did a great job of selling me on the "new" Class. Saber Artoria, Mash, and Ruler Jeanne, were the cover girls of this new game and they were everywhere. Jeanne took a strong position as kind of the selling point for longtime Nasu fans. I think it was the first time we got extended time with the character and Class. Apocrypha was a few weeks from release and, unless you were a total weeb, you had no idea the Apocrypha novels existed. Ruler was brand new and super dope looking. Everyone wanted to have a spin with her. And then Apocrypha came out. I don't remember her reception back then because Mordred existed and i didn't care anymore.

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1998. Bria Michelle Lavigne was the only daughter of Jean and Marie Lavigne. Her mother died when she was six months old from AIDS. The year was 1981 when she was accidentally given infected blood during labor. The mistake wasn’t discovered six months later when she was diagnosed with AIDS. Unfortunately, it was too late for her. The disease took over her body. Jean could only make his wife comfortable because there was nothing the doctors could do.

He kept the details of his wife’s death secret because of the stigma associated with AIDS. She died from complications from cancer. That was what he told people. Bria was tested but she was found not to have the disease. It wasn’t until she was older did she learned the truth about her mother’s death. The medical community didn’t understand the disease at the time.

It was in the nineties when Jean started becoming active in AIDS awareness. He wanted to help erase the stigma of those who died or were infected. Marie’s infection had been an accident and he held no resentment towards the hospital. They were trying to save her life when she lost too much blood during delivery. He encouraged his daughter to keep her mother in her memory, even though she was so young when she died.

He gave her some pictures and her personal possessions to keep with her. She kept them safe in her bedroom and she put up the pictures where she could always see them. When she was seventeen, she lost her father in a plane accident. He and a few of his work colleagues went on a week-long ski vacation in Colorado. She was meant to go with him, but she couldn’t miss school.

She stayed behind with her nanny. While at school, her teacher came to her desk and quietly told her to go to the office because of a family emergency. She gathered her stuff and did as she was told. It was in the office where she learned about the accident. The runway had been too slippery when they were trying to take off. The plane crashed into the mountains at over a hundred miles an hour. Her father died on impact. She was now an orphan.

She took some time off of school to attend the funeral and grieve. Her nanny took her in because she was still a minor. She learned that she was set to inherit her father’s fortune and estate when she turned eighteen. All she wanted was her father back. No amount of money could do that.

She graduated with her class. At eighteen years old, she moved into a house owned by her mother. It had been purchased in 1980 and put in her will for her to inherit. 2219 Richland Lane. It was built in 1981 and had five bedrooms and four bathrooms. Her father set everything up so that she didn’t have to pay for anything. All of her expenses were covered. She had a credit card without a limit.

She liked to get her hair done, along with shopping trips and going out to eat at local restaurants at least once a day. Though, she always remembered what her father taught her about being humble. Not everyone was as fortunate as her. Every Christmas Eve, they served meals together to the homeless before going home and opening gifts. It made her appreciate what she had. Jean punished her if she ever had a tantrum by taking away her expensive toys for a few days.

He did not tolerate that kind of behavior. His family was not rich. He had been born to French middle-class parents. After immigrating to the United States, he became a self-made billionaire by working hard and taking classes to improve his English skills. He enrolled his daughter at Le Lycée Français de Los Angeles, a French immersion school.

She not only became fluent in French but also Spanish and Japanese. Though she learned Mandarin Chinese, she didn’t consider herself fluent enough to have conversations. She could only speak simple phrases like asking for the bathroom.

“Xièxiè.”

(Thank you.)

Her Japanese skills were how she met Mike Shinoda. He was a second-generation Japanese immigrant on his father’s side. She attended his art show at the Art Center College of Design. He was set to graduate in the spring and was showing off his skills as a graphic designer. Mike noticed her right away because she was beautiful! He approached her and they started a conversation about one of his works. Did she know about the Japanese culture?

“I know a little bit. I would love to go to Tokyo someday and see the cherry blossoms. I heard they’re beautiful.”

“They are. I’m sorry. I’m Mike Shinoda.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Bria Lavigne.”

“French?”

“Yes, my father was born in Alsace. It was the inspiration for Beauty and the Beast. What about you?”

“My father is from Japan and my mother is European.”

Since he had other people to talk to, they exchanged phone numbers. They formed a friendship and she helped him with his schoolwork. It wasn’t long before he introduced her to his roommate, Joe Hahn. They were talking about forming a band together with a couple of his friends from high school after college. They were inspired by different new wave bands like Depeche Mode and nineties hip hop.

She thought it sounded interesting. Since she didn’t have a family, he invited her to his parents’ home for Thanksgiving. They welcomed her in and made her part of their family. They welcomed her back for Christmas dinner. His father was excited to learn she could speak Japanese. Mike had no idea what they were talking about since his Japanese wasn’t that good.

“Hai. Watashi wa kare ga gakkō no benkyō o suru yō ni shimasu. Watashi wa kōkō kyōiku shika ukete inainode, kotae wa kare no kyōkasho ni tayoranakereba narimasen.”

(Yes. I make sure he does his schoolwork. I only have a high school education, so I have to rely on his textbooks for the answers.)

Muto laughed. Would he make her his girlfriend? He was considering it. Joe told him to do it! He would when it was the perfect opportunity. There was an attraction between them. He could feel it. His family loved her and they wanted him to make it official.

When she met Brad Delson and Rob Bourdon on a trip back home, they also pushed him to ask her. He reminded them he was planning on it. It just had to be the perfect time. What was he waiting for? She was beautiful, funny, compassionate, and could keep up with their sense of humor.

If he didn’t ask her, someone else would. Finally, he asked her to be his girlfriend while hanging out at his apartment. Yes! He laughed and kissed her happily. Finally. He couldn’t be happier! They heard the sound of the door opening, so they looked up. Guys, warn me first before I walk into something I don’t want to see. Mike laughed before getting up. They were going to get something to eat from one of the restaurants nearby. Joe set his stuff down and started on his homework.

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The Simultaneous Orgasms Of Sarah Pinkerly (FICTOID)

Where the mirror came from, Sarah couldn’t tell.

She found it in the attic of the old family manor where her employers told her to go up and poke around and find anything she might want for her room.

While the family renovated and modernized the rest of the house, they made sure the staff remained acutely aware of their status by living in quarters filled with old furniture not fancy enough to be considered antique but certainly banged up enough to be called used.

As the new nanny, Sarah could expect nothing more.  Advanced electronics and other modern technology packed the children’s play and class rooms, but she lived a Mary Popping / Sound Of Music existence in a third floor back bedroom.

Nonetheless, she felt satisfied with her position.

She found the mirror wrapped tightly in canvas secured by a rope,  When she untied the bindings and removed the cloth, she saw that while quite plain and unadorned, the mirror appeared quite old, perhaps dating back as far as the beginning of the 19th century or the end of the 18th.

She took it down to her room and set it up in a corner, using it to make sure she looked perfect in her nanny uniform every morning before going to awaken the children.

She didn’t discover its power until weeks later.

She just finished showering and before donning her bedclothes for the night, decided to do a cancer self-exam before the mirror.

As she checked herself for marks or moles or odd little lumps, she felt a strange warmth passing over her, not a feverish feeling but something warm and pleasant, like a cozy quilt on a winter’s night.

Her cancer self-exam turned into a self-exam of an entirely different sort, and once she finished to her own satisfaction, she wondered why she indulged herself.

Sarah Pinkerly was far from prudish, but she wasn’t a sybarite, either.

While she performed her nanny duties in a perfectly professional display of decorum, at night on her own she found herself standing before the mirror again and again.

She couldn’t imagine why she indulged herself so often but since it did no harm nor affected her duties, she continued night after night.

On the other side of the globe on the continent of Australia, sixty thousand Australians found themselves shaking with orgasmic intensity on a regular basis.

All could trace their bloodlines to a young Irish lass transported to Australia long ago.  She fell in love with a British army captain and when he returned to England, she gave him a gift of the mirror.

“Stand before it every night,” she told him, “and I will be with thee.”

The Irish had a thing for magic back then.

The captain accepted the gift, shipped it home with him, and promptly stored it away. 

He was a British military officer, what did he care about an Irish transportee no matter how fair and loving she was?

The mirror passed down through his family generation to generation, once every twenty years or so somebody taking the cloth off, looking at it, then deciding they didn’t want it downstairs and returning it to the dusty attic.

The Irish lass found another and begat several children, and they begat several children, and so on and so on and so on.

The spell she cast required a drop of her blood, and that forever linked the mirror to her descendants. 

As for the captain, he was promoted to major, reassigned to India, and eventually died with his head on a pike and his genitals in his mouth in the mountains of Afghanistan.

Don’t break an Irish lass’ heart.

  © Buzz Dixon

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Saving Lives, One Drop at a Time: Celebrating World Blood Donor Day

Blood donation is a simple yet mighty act of kindness that can significantly impact someone’s life. Every year on 14th June World Blood Donor Day is observed worldwide to raise awareness of the need for safe blood and blood products for transfusion, as per the World Health Organization (WHO). The day also highlights the critical contribution that voluntary and unpaid blood donors make to the health systems to save lives.

Blood is the most precious gift that anyone can give to another person — the gift of life. A decision to donate your blood can save a life, or even several if your blood is separated into its components — red cells, platelets and plasma — which can be used individually for patients with specific conditions.

Women who experience issues during pregnancy or childbirth, kids with severe anaemia, frequently brought on by malaria or malnutrition, accident victims, people undergoing surgery, and people with cancer all require blood.

There is a constant need for a regular supply of blood because it can be stored only for a limited period before use. Regular blood donation by a sufficient number of healthy people is needed to ensure that blood will always be available whenever and wherever it is needed.

Certain individuals cannot donate blood if there are underlying health issues like cancer, HIV/AIDS, hepatitis, certain heart or lung diseases and blood disorder. Even individuals who are on certain medications can be denied blood donation. Pregnant women or recent childbirth within the past 6 to 12 months are usually not allowed to donate blood because of the potential impact on their health. Even with recent surgeries or medical procedures completed individuals can be temporarily denied from donating blood.

Usually, people decline from donating blood because of the myths regarding it. Let’s debunk some of the common myths related to blood donation.

Could contract long-standing infections if donated blood — Blood donation is a controlled process with extensive use of disposable needles, bags and sterile procedures; therefore, one cannot contract an infection while donating.

Donating blood is painful and time-consuming — Fear of needles and pain is one of the commonest reasons why people do not donate blood. The entire process of blood donation, including the check-up, takes an hour with blood donation taking about 20 minutes only.

Donating blood makes you weak and sick and can lead to infertility/impotence — Healthy eligible donors are not at any risk due to blood donation. The body normally replaces the donated blood cells with new cells within 6–8 weeks.

People with tattoos and piercings cannot donate blood — Blood can be donated if tattoos and piercings are done in safe and licensed parlours. If not, then blood can be donated after a wait of three months.

By becoming a blood donor, you make a difference in the lives of those in need. Your selfless act of donating blood can save lives, support emergency preparedness, and promote community well-being. We hope that this article was helpful and useful for you. Please share this article with all the parents around you. Filaantro also supports blood donation campaigns and you can also be part of our journey.

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Benefits of Organic India Moringa Leaves

Introduction:

In recent years, there has been a growing awareness and inclination towards natural remedies and traditional healing practices. One such incredible gift from nature is the Organic India Moringa leaves. Moringa , commonly known as the "miracle tree," has gained worldwide recognition for its exceptional nutritional value and numerous health benefits. In this blog, we will explore the remarkable advantages of incorporating Organic India Moringa leaves into your daily routine.

Nutritional Powerhouse:

Organic India Moringa leaves are densely packed with essential vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants. They are an excellent source of vitamin A, C, E, and B-complex vitamins, providing a significant boost to your immune system. These leaves also contain essential minerals like iron, calcium, magnesium, and potassium, vital for maintaining healthy bodily functions. With a perfect balance of nutrients, Moringa leaves contribute to overall wellness and vitality.

Boosts Immune System:

A robust immune system is crucial for defending the body against infections and diseases. Organic India Moringa leaves have natural antimicrobial and anti-inflammatory properties that strengthen the immune response. The high vitamin C content aids in the production of white blood cells, enhancing the body's ability to fight off pathogens. Regular consumption of Moringa leaves may help reduce the risk of various illnesses, keeping you healthy and resilient.

Supports Healthy Digestion:

Digestive health plays a vital role in overall well-being. Moringa leaves have been traditionally used to alleviate digestive disorders such as constipation, bloating, and indigestion. The leaves contain a significant amount of fiber, which promotes a healthy digestive system by regulating bowel movements and preventing constipation. Additionally, Moringa leaves possess anti-inflammatory properties that soothe the digestive tract and reduce inflammation, ensuring optimal digestion.

Enhances Energy Levels:

Organic India Moringa leaves are a fantastic natural energy booster. The rich nutrient profile, including iron and B-complex vitamins, aids in the production of red blood cells, which transport oxygen to all parts of the body. Increased oxygenation leads to improved energy levels and reduced fatigue. Incorporating Moringa leaves into your diet can provide sustained energy throughout the day without the harmful effects of caffeine or sugar-laden energy drinks.

Supports Brain Health:

Cognitive health is essential for maintaining mental clarity, focus, and memory. Organic India Moringa leaves contain potent antioxidants such as quercetin and kaempferol, which protect brain cells from oxidative stress and damage caused by free radicals. Studies have shown that these antioxidants may have neuroprotective effects, potentially reducing the risk of neurodegenerative diseases such as Alzheimer's and Parkinson's. Adding Moringa leaves to your diet may contribute to better brain health and cognitive function.

Promotes Healthy Skin and Hair:

Many beauty products claim to enhance skin and hair health, but Organic India Moringa leaves offer a natural solution. The leaves are rich in antioxidants that combat free radicals, preventing premature aging and promoting youthful-looking skin. Moringa leaves also contain essential amino acids and vitamins that nourish the hair follicles, resulting in stronger, shinier hair and preventing hair loss.

Anti-Inflammatory Properties:

Chronic inflammation is at the root of many diseases, including cardiovascular conditions, arthritis, and certain cancers. Organic India Moringa leaves contain potent anti-inflammatory compounds, such as isothiocyanates and flavonoids, which help reduce inflammation in the body. By incorporating Moringa leaves into your diet, you can potentially alleviate symptoms associated with inflammatory conditions and promote overall wellness.

Regulates Blood Sugar Levels:

Maintaining stable blood sugar levels is crucial for individuals with diabetes or those at risk of developing the condition. Organic India Moringa leaves have shown promising results in managing blood sugar levels. Studies suggest that the bioactive compounds present in Moringa leaves may help regulate glucose levels by improving insulin sensitivity and reducing insulin resistance. However, it is important to consult with a healthcare professional before making any significant changes to your diabetes management plan.

Supports Cardiovascular Health:

Heart health is a top priority for maintaining a healthy lifestyle. Organic India Moringa leaves contribute to cardiovascular well-being in multiple ways. They help lower cholesterol levels, specifically reducing LDL (bad) cholesterol while increasing HDL (good) cholesterol. Additionally, the leaves contain antioxidants that prevent the oxidation of cholesterol, which can lead to plaque formation in the arteries. By promoting healthy cholesterol levels and reducing oxidative stress, Moringa leaves support a healthy heart.

Aids Weight Management:

Maintaining a healthy weight is crucial for overall well-being and reducing the risk of chronic diseases. Organic India Moringa leaves can be a valuable addition to a weight management plan. The leaves are low in calories and high in fiber, which helps create a feeling of fullness and reduces overeating. Additionally, Moringa leaves boost metabolism, allowing the body to efficiently convert food into energy. By incorporating Moringa leaves into a balanced diet, you can support your weight management goals.

Improves Eye Health:

The eyes are essential for our daily functioning, and protecting their health is paramount. Organic India Moringa leaves contain an abundance of vitamin A, beta-carotene, and zeaxanthin, which are essential nutrients for maintaining good vision. These nutrients help protect the eyes from oxidative stress, reduce the risk of age-related macular degeneration, and improve overall eye health. Regular consumption of Moringa leaves may help preserve eyesight and promote healthy vision.

Natural Detoxification:

Our bodies are constantly exposed to environmental toxins and pollutants, which can accumulate and negatively impact our health. Organic India Moringa leaves act as a natural detoxifier, aiding in the elimination of toxins from the body. The leaves contain compounds that support liver function, the body's primary detoxification organ. By including Moringa leaves in your diet, you can assist your body's natural detoxification processes and support overall wellness.

Conclusion:

Organic India Moringa leaves continue to impress with their extensive range of health benefits. From their anti-inflammatory and blood sugar-regulating properties to their support for cardiovascular health, weight management, and eye health, Moringa leaves offer a holistic approach to well-being. Embracing this natural superfood can help you unlock the remarkable potential of nature and lead a healthier, more vibrant life. Experience the wonders of Organic India Moringa leaves and witness the positive impact they can have on your overall health and vitality.