#devitalise

[tricoufamily]

i come to you as an absent mutual to get your top of 2024 media! movies, shows, books, you name it! biggest flops/what surprised you? need to know it all! assuming the penguin is up there (condolences about the batman 2 postponement. keeping you in my thoughts..)

hello!!!!! and happy belated birthday!!!!!!!!! <3333

2024 was the craziest year of my life (in a good way (mostly)) do i even know what happened in 2024 vs what happened 10 years ago because that's how long it felt let's find out

(yes the batman 2 postponement i am in mourning.....they want me gone)

yes OF COURSE we have to talk about the penguin can i talk about the penguin please i've been dying to talk about the penguin all day. no but it turned out so much better than i thought it was going to omg i was getting nervous about it, considering matt reeves wasn't super involved, and some of the trailers were edited really badly (seriously who was in charge of those....). if that script had been bad it would have been the end for me.....but it was great so we've never been more back!!!! even though the finale left me feeling like shit for like 15 hours after (it was good......but......wow......ok........)

i saw the tv glow. i literally had to go on an hour long walk outside at midnight after i watched that movie. that's all i have to say.

well no actually one thing to say let's throw in the soundtrack too for good measure claw machine and taper my beloved

big surprise in french exit by patrick dewitt, my favorite book i read in 2024!!! not my usual type of book at all like i love pain and misery, what do you mean my favorite book of the year was funny??? still working through all of his other books (someone tell me to stop buying new books though....)

late entry with the band telever because they are insanely underrated. anyone who likes shoegaze you GOTTA listen to them this is my favorite song by them please it only has 6000 streams you'll like it i swear

also listen i know everyone liked nosferatu. the lighthouse is my third favorite movie of all time. and nosferatu (1922) is my second favorite movie of all time. it did not do it for me. i'll never be happy again

i DID get to see the 1922 nosferatu in theaters for the first time in october though and that was magical!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

but the actual biggest flop of the year was me months january to may

but the biggest comeback of the year was me months june to december let's go boys

[yekkiz]

lady merita.. i know you had massive movie flops in 2024 but really interested to know which movies saved you (romulus, wicked, smile 2..) along with other media that was your fav in 2024! new releases or new to you, what's the verdict?

Imo! this is my ultimate fav movies I watched in 2024 in order (kinda)! I know baby reindeer isn’t a movie but it was available to rate in letterbox and you still asked about other media

movies that are close to my top 20 and I loved:

- speak no evil

- that’s all lmao the other movies I left behind left me quite disappointed/i think are mid to my personal taste

shows…

you know I started always sunny which I’m enjoying big time, abbot elementary and the last man on earth which I couldn’t bear to finish because I started to get really annoyed by the characters’ dynamics?? still was a fun watch while it lasted

music…

big brat enjoyer - any variation of the album, mostly loved every remix and each of the songs was my company through different times from its release till the end of the year

short n sweet by sabrina carpenter was a huge surprise! her style caught my eye and soon I became a fan of her music and persona

chappel roan big discovery too - got red wine supernova recommended to me in 2023 and hearing her everywhere got me hooked on the rest of her album

disease! gaga’s back! this is just a song but what a pop comeback

addison rae… best rebranding? I fear

found the dare when he released the sex ep and stayed for the guess slay + his album. love his sound and 2010 sleaze vibes he brings to the table

not sure if I’m forgetting something but that’s a little summary. thanks for the question love u imo! <3

[gnael]

hii angel! i come to you as an absent mutual to get your top of 2024 media! movies, shows, books, you name it! biggest flops/what surprised you? need to know it all! also happy new year!

imo I've missed seeing you on my dash and was actually gobsmacked when you appeared!

I've come to find out/accept that I'm not a movie gal as much as I'd like to be but! I did watch day shift with jamie fox as recommended by a coworker and...vampire hunter jamie wasn't something I knew I needed!

show, one singular show: your honor! after googling this I realized I'm late to the party but that's okay bc I've arrived nonetheless. drama, grief, tough positions (is an understatement), corruption, politics, morals, ethics, grey areas!!! this show is just good.

books: one that immediately comes to mind is adam hamdy's the other side of night. thought a lot of thoughts when reading that one, I didn't think I would like it as much as I did. when I tell you I had a blast...I mean I was talking through the plot, making predictions, guessing culprits out loud...like to myself. getting myself my own copy so I can smile every time I look at my bookshelf.

one I'm currently reading that is gearing up to be 4 (mayhaps 5 stars?) is pritty by kieth miller jr. now I'm not the biggest fan of young adult fiction but this book is making a supporter out of me. I literally neeeeed to see this book on the big screen. it's giving limited tv series with an excellent yet unknown cast. like people in high places: can you make this happen? so many scenes in this book are television worthy, the author is writing, is representing, is giving us a peek into a culture and climate that is often referred to when people request diversity (but is also often not given the propper platform to shine). I'm not even done with this book, but I've seen the vision and respect this author sm

can I say here that ms mary kubica isn't for me? disappointed that her mystery novel she's not sorry didn't work for me. I read half of the book before I dnf. the plot was entertaining and I was intrigued until I wasn't. idk her audience. I felt like I was solving the mystery while our main character was turning a blind eye and making obvious assumptions that are most likely red herrings. also she kept mentioning masculine handwriting (??) and emphasizing masculinity through characteristics, actions, etc. idk if this was the character or kubica but...no?

this is long, but I'm so happy to share my thoughts in length with you and bc I hardly do otherwise

love you imo sm :') happy new year <3

[fieriframes]

[Devitalise.]

[lavideenrose]

[okruee]

rue... where are u rue...

sleepi ng

just kidding im working a lot commuting a lot oh i got a boyfriend and then i broke up the boyfriend lol hashtag leo moment my eye has been twitching for 2 weeks OH I MET IMO CHEESEHAIR @devitalise it was so fun i love her love u babe if ur reading this <3 meet ur online friends <3 <3 <3

[love-bugsy]

the worst thing about love is… | jason todd

the worst thing about love

you’re just trying to get through your surgical residency, but this masked vigilante keeps showing up half-dead on your fire escape and reminding you of your dead best friend. oh well, at least he's cute.

one | two | three | series masterlist

tw: stitches, mentions of blood and injuries, swearing, completely ooc Jason but he’s like my own lil character now and I’m protective, very inaccurate medical terminology and procedure lol

only jerks steal other people's writing (just don't repost, mate)

There’s a dead man on your fire escape.

Well. He’s not actually dead, but his pulse is weak when you drag him into your living room, out of the relentless Gotham rain. Pulling your hand away from under his mask, you crouch down, peeling off the worn leather jacket around his shoulders and unbuckling his pauldrons. You feel around his back, brows furrowed. You can’t feel anything through the padding in his rain soaked shirt.

Hands wandering down to where his front is flat on the floor, you press down on his side, eyes widening when your fingers come back slick with blood. You go into autopilot, flipping him onto his back and yanking up his compression shirt. You might’ve gasped at the knife wound if you weren’t working on instinct. It’s bad. 

Shoving away the doubt clawing at the base of your skull, you steady your trembling hands. You’ve been trained for this. 

Don’t feel, just do.

The cut is long and serrated, and deep as all hell. It slices through the middle of a jagged, Y-shaped scar that chains over his shoulders like a noose. Jesus. 

It’s like he was stabbed and then dragged across the floor, cutting diagonally across his torso. How is he even still alive? Your hands move faster than you can think, completing an internal checklist as you go.

Breathing? Fast and shallow through his modulator, no obstructions. Bleeding? Applied tourniquet to epigastric region - transfusion isn’t even an option… Your brain works overtime, sifting through diagnostics lectures - penetrating abdominal trauma, debrided of devitalised tissue, no visible debris… You trace the edges of the wound looking for inflammation or fluid buildup; signs of peritonitis, but the weapon seems to have missed any internal organs. Lucky. Even luckier that he landed on a surgical resident’s fire escape.

Reaching over to the lamp by your couch, you shift it so that it shines directly over his abdomen. A last check of his wound confirms that there are no external indications that you should conduct a laparotomy. You just have to sew him up and hope to god the knife didn’t puncture anything internal.

You keep a hand planted firmly over his tourniquet, applying constant pressure, reaching for your backpack. Dragging it over, you use your teeth to open your suture kit and your free hand to sterilise his cut with Betadine and alcohol, wiping gentle circles outward from the wound. You dip your needle like Achilles in the Styx, hand and all, into the sterilising liquid, tugging a glove on with your teeth. 

You grip the needle driver in your dominant hand, pickups clutched in the other and take a steadying breath. There’s a stillness to the room, quiet save for your heartbeat pounding in your ears. The wound is large - high tension - so… mattress sutures… horizontal so the tension is spread over the edge of the wound. 

You take your first bite, adrenaline driving your needle into a clean stitch. You reverse it, passing through his cut again, before tying it off with the practised motions of a thousand surgical knots tied on yarn and thread and fraying jeans. You settle back on your knees after the first suture, readying yourself for the stitching to come, and start the next one.

~

Hours later, you haul him onto your couch, sitting him up on the arm rest to take pressure off of his dressed stitches. Frowning deeply at how uncomfortable he looks - even unconscious, you tuck a throw pillow under his scuffed metal mask. 

Leaning close to check his breathing, you hear crackling slow and deep through the helmet’s voice modulator. Bone-deep relief floods your system, a little sigh leaving your mouth involuntarily. Sitting heavily against your coffee table, you press the heels of your hands into your weary eyes. 

He’s stable. For now at least. 

Head bumping against the edge of your couch, you breathe in deeply, fighting the anxiety twisting in your ribcage. The couch smells like rubbing alcohol, stinging your nose so badly your eyes water. It’s followed by something familiar - underneath the heady scent of petrol and metal - like… if you mixed Gotham up into a single smell; rain and smoke and wet pavement. He… he smells like-

“Jay!” 

The faulty fluorescent lights - courtesy of your parent's small family diner - seem to flicker in tandem with your strident yell.

Your best friend looks up at you through a mop of dark hair, collarbones poking out of his thin t-shirt, second-hand leather jacket chucked haphazardly on the other side of the booth. He’s stolen your copy of Jane Eyre, flattened with one hand next to a plate of old fries you’d scrounged for him.

You tug your book from his grasp, tucking your pen into the pocket on your apron. He looks up at you with a mouth full of fries, infuriating confusion written across his face.

“What? You promised I could read it.” You sigh in exasperation.

“When I’m finished! And-” A dramatic gasp rips from your mouth when you examine the book. “Are these- grease stains?” You take the book in both hands, swatting Jason with it.

“What so it’s okay to hit me with a book but not get grease- fuck, jesus, okay, okay!” You raise the book over your shoulder with both hands.

“Do you yield?” His mock-angry expression almost makes you laugh, a hand held up near his face to shield from your attack. There’s a soft twist to his frown, like he’s trying to stop his mouth from pulling into a grin. He raises his hands in surrender, and you relax your hold on the book.

Rookie mistake.

Jason darts forward, faster than you can blink, grasping your waist with both hands and dragging you towards him. He yanks the book from your hands and lets you go, grinning childishly at you with the book in his hands. The cat with the canary.

You throw your hands up in exasperation before planting them on your hips like a disappointed mother. The admonishment on the tip of your tongue turns into a weary sigh when you hear your parents calling for you from the diner kitchen. “Fine. But you actually have to try to not spoil it this time.”

Jason crosses his fingers over his chest, “Scout’s honour, birdie.” 

You try not to flush at the nickname, just like you do every time he says it. Still, you fold like a stack of cards.

(He spoils it the next day.)

~

When you wake two hours later for rounds (at the ass-crack of dawn), he’s already gone. You pad quietly around your kitchen making coffee from day-old grounds, cautious not to disturb the sanctity of the early morning (or the ghost of his presence).

The only evidence of him is alight in the dim light that spills over your kitchen counter and into your living room - the deep indents in your couch and the bloodstains on your carpet… The rain on your wood floors, from the fire escape window you’re sure you didn’t leave open.

hi, hello, uhh this is the first fic I've ever posted so bear with me. if anyone actually sees this, i do apologise for the inaccuracies and lengthy prose. also, this will be a series so stick around if you like slow updates, slowburn and second chances. thanks for reading my rambles.

with love, bugsy

[nailsofvecna]

Combining the damaging potential of devitalise with the area-based effectiveness of zone of weakness, this spell brings together multiple strands of the necromancer's art to provide an excellent tool against any band of brave and mighty heroes that might challenge you.

[sewercreature]

15 questions + 15 friends tagged by @nougatbit <3

1. Are you named after anyone?

I am named after a character from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine :) both of my siblings are named after Star Trek characters as well lol big ass dweeb parents

2. When was the last time you cried?

I cried just a few days ago over THIS tiktok reading of Silvia Plath’s “The Fig Tree” from The Bell Jar which I think is a perfect representation of anxiety, depression, and the feeling of being too overwhelmed and exhausted with possibilities, life paths, and feeling like things are leaving your reach

3. Do you have kids?

No and I never will I’ll be a good Aunt if any of my siblings decide to have children

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I play tennis i never really played sports as a child

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes all the time

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Eyes

7. What’s your eye color?

Green

8. Scary Movies or happy endings?

Bit of an odd question lol scary movies can have happy endings? I am a horror girlie though

9. Any talents?

I wouldn’t say i’m talented i mainly put in a lot of work studying what i want to do and with time i get better

10. Where were you born?

Florida

11. What are your hobbies?

Drawing, working out, playing video games, makeup, fashion, eating hot chip

12. Do you have any pets?

A dog

13. How tall are you?

5’2’’ or around 157 cm

14. Favorite subject in school?

History! Now i’m into researching the Victorian era, Edwardian era, Gilded Age, Prehistory, Fashion history, and architectural history

15. Dream job?

Marine biologist or a job working with land animals specifically Mole Rats!

I’ll tag

@devitalise @djservo @crsentfairy @mal-functioning <3

[devitalise]

made a letterboxd if anyone would like to follow me :) username devitalise

[syngrafaes09]

Strange Nights | Vampire! Dr Strange x Y/n

Logline: After Y/N gets imprinted by a vampire Dr Strange, living under a fictive identity, they must unravel the cause behind her constant misadventures before their hopes are crushed forever.

Masterlist

Chapter 15 : Ghostling

She yanked off the blood-soaked cardigan. Wanda and Pepper watched silently in the rear-view mirror as Y/N tried fruitlessly to remove the dried blood from the cheek. There weren't too many stains – mostly on her face and neck.

Pepper pulled over to an abrupt halt and opened the doors. Pentagons and circles were drawn in the mid-driveway that was lined with burnt-out candles.

"What's wrong?" Pepper and Y/N asked in unison when Wanda held out a hand to bar them from venturing any further. "After that attack on Halloween night, Stephen and I had put multiple protection spells on your house. No one unless invited could have entered the house. Looks like someone broke in. Whatever we are dealing with is dangerous... you shouldn't go in Y/N."

Y/N would have paid heed to the warning – almost had - if she hadn't spotted the police cruiser parked on the dark sidewalk of the house. Matt. She dashed for the door. Fast enough for the off-guarded vampires to notice. As soon as she passes the threshold, however, she froze. For there, lying devitalised on the floor was her dad, Matt. Thick blood spilt out from a wound on his side. Around him what used to be the living-cum-dining room lay in shambles. Most of the furniture had been knocked to pieces on the left wall. And on the edge of the large pile of rubble, lay Matt.

A sharp scream pierced through the night as Stephen was about to lay his hands on a jaguar. Against his instincts, he backed away from the prey towards his new ordeal.

After what he had heard, he was expecting to deal with a hysterical girl, crying and thrashing around. Oddly, Y/N was sitting still on the porch steps, as quiet as death, with blank eyes. As his eyes lifted to the door, Wanda stepped out. Luckily the neighbours are out. I think no one has noticed anything. There's too much blood, you should leave. You are not in a right-

"I know." He crouched in front of Y/N, a finger gently lifting her face to meet his gaze. "I know this is difficult for you –"

"You don't know anything," she gritted through her teeth. "Y/N you aren't safe here." Wanda pleaded once again. She had tried to get her back to their house while Pepper called for an ambulance, but the girl won't listen. They would have driven both of them home if she had known that Stephen would come from mid-hunting.

"Until we figure out who is behind this, you'll stay with us. You can see Matt in the hospital once he gains consciousness," Stephen said. His eyes pleaded for her to obey him for one last time. "What guarantee is there that I'll be safe with you?"

"You have to trust me."

"How can I trust you, when my life became much messier than it already was after you turned up?" Y/N cried out, recounting every horrible incident that occurred after that fateful evening in the cafe. She felt ten years younger. Things now were exactly like they were a decade back. The constant threat of death to her loved ones was back. It was like the death monster had hibernated for a few years after her mother's death. It had woken up the day she lost her father, Charles and now was back into action once again.

"Please," the man before her pleaded with all his sincerity.

"What do we do next?" Wanda asked Stephen, as they watched Morgan and Y/N pad to her room. His hunting ritual had been cut short, obviously, he needed to hunt. On the other hand, his reflection on the glass door urged him to get himself cleaned of the dried blood. He wondered how Y/N hadn't screamed at the sight of him then recalled she had asked him not to touch her, a long while ago. "Any lead from Matt?"

"Not much." She was disappointed when she looked into his mind and found nothing on the intruder. They had entered and blasted him with an energy wave knocking him out along with the furniture. "Then whoever went in, didn't expect she was out... Try looking for a friend of hers, Anna-"

"She knew Y/N wasn't going to be home."

"What?"

"Lila and I picked Y/N up from Anna's cottage. Besides, she seems normal. But I'll check on her," she said. "But what I don't understand is why leave a clue ... or sign of what was done? If someone was as powerful as to knock down those spells, wouldn't they have managed to clean up ... at least the driveway..."

He also pondered over the same point. "Was it a mockery?" He suggested. "But why her, Stephen?"

"Have you forgotten what happened an hour ago? You watched her manipulate reality, Wanda! While your manipulations are weak beyond hexes and require a great deal of effort; she did it effortlessly. She had no idea what she was doing. It worked on a subconscious level. One look at her and you knew it. And I won't be surprised to know that all these years she had been subconsciously attracting all sorts of miseries in her life like a magnet. That means anyone like you could have noticed her."

She nodded grimly. "Alright then, I'll find out what I can."

After having scrubbed himself off the blood, he wished to relax in the bath. He hadn't slept in the last four days. His days were piled with surgeries while nights were preoccupied with Tony's promise to the tumbling Order that they'll track down the hybrid culprit. Coupled with that Bucky's stunt of telling Matt about the supernatural world had backfired and he had to clear up the mess – plant fake memories of the event- which had exhausted him. Animal blood wasn't providing enough strength. And his throat burned with desire. The bath could wait.

He glided down the stairs to the basement. Tony, who had returned home and was working in the lab eyed him suspiciously as he examined the place and went one level further below. His object of pursuit lay in the far left end.

"What are you doing?" Tony thundered, having followed him to the second lab.

"Why, have you lost your sight?" He had a bag of fresh blood popped in his mouth. Stephen grabbed another two bags from the blood bank refrigerator before shutting it.

"Those are meant for emergencies- unforeseen crises."

As soon as the first bag was empty he popped in another. "I'm in the midst of a crisis," he pointed. It was odd speaking mouthful as a consequence some of his words were mangled. Tony didn't seem to have any trouble understanding him, however. "I'm exhausted and need something stronger than animal blood."

"You didn't have animal blood, try it and then tell me you are exhausted." Tony snatched the third bag from Stephen as he passed him. He grunted and tried to take it back. "We have a human upstairs-"

"Yeah, another reason why I should have this. I wouldn't be able to control either around her or in the hospital tomorrow." He finally managed to snatch it back from Tony.

Hearing the commotion, the rest of the house had stirred to the basement labs. "You didn't tell me you had a fresh blood reservoir, brother," Loki sniffed and whined. "Those are meant for emergencies." Tony, annoyed, repeated his words from earlier. Stephen ripped off the empty bag and popped the final bag.

Their banter was cut short at the time Wanda grimly announced, "Anna is nowhere and her house reeks of Chaos magic."

Y/N felt her head throbbing - it felt like someone was tearing her brain apart. Slowly. A groan slipped her lips.

"- need more time-"

"-buried deeper-"

"-what-"

"-psychic barriers-"

The muffled, jumbled voices faded with the clicking of the door. She tried to blink my eyes open, but the sudden assault from the light made the pain in her head roar and she quickly closed them again.

As she lay there, she slowly became more cognizant of the surroundings. Something warm – probably a blanket – covered her body. She was lying on something soft and flat – not the cramped-up armchair she had slid into after cleaning up in... Morgan's bathroom. But the realisation didn't help to recognise the voices.

Mentally bracing against the coming pain, she eased my eyes open. A prickly sensation of fear crept up the back of my neck, as she took in the unfamiliarity of the room. This wasn't the large blue room with a sitting area, a coffee table, two armchairs, and a couch. This golden room had a queen size bed in one corner, adjacent to it a door and in front of her, a glass container that took up most of the wall. She gaped at the content of the container. She had seen many Ironman cosplay suits but these two suits... "So real and... historical," she amazed under her breath.

"You are right." The voice made me jump. If it had been anyone else, they wouldn't have heard her. But Morgan wasn't anyone else. She was so quiet that Y/N hadn't noticed her coming in. Well, she didn't have vampire senses like her. "That's Mark II and Mark V."

"You shouldn't reveal that to her," another voice – male – grimaced, from her back. "It's okay Pete, she's part of our family now. I'm sure she won't give away an Avenger-level secret." Her mind was still processing the family part when the Avenger-level secret hyped it further up. She heard a derisive snort.

"Oh," Morgan looked at her confused expression, "If you still don't realise it, we are the avengers. Or precisely speaking, everyone in this house, except Peter and me, was an Avenger; Peter was the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman, of course," she announced it like she was reading out the perfectly normal, well – anticipated headline from the daily newspaper.

There were many speculations where the team of superheroes was once they disappeared into thin air – hiding in space, resting underwater, kidnapped by aliens, and so on. But with time people had lost not only the vim and vigour to trace them back but also any reminiscence of the faces behind the masks. Like many men that came before the avengers, they were lost to the history of legends.

Many questions were spilling like beans in her mind – why did they hide? What had happened? If they were still alive, why aren't they helping people like they used to? But all that came out of her mouth was, "What time is it?"

Morgan chuckled. "One in the morning," she answered with a shake of her head. "Well, you must be hungry. Let's get you some sustenance then mom could drive you to the hospital."

"I don't need any sustenance." Her stomach rumbled in protest. "I wanna see Matt first, please, how is he?"

She shook her head. "No food, no hospital. That's what mom said. Your unc- err... father is out of danger. Rachel's with him."

"If anything goes slightly left, give a gentle tap," he said, indicating to the inconspicuous roundel beneath the sleeve of the hood that Morgan had forced Y/N into after she had hesitated to change into her clothes, "and the suit would be around you. Any questions?" The Tony Stark looked at her expectantly. After Morgan's revelations, it had become difficult to move about the house without being dazed. As if it wasn't already marvellous enough to take in the fact that the Rochester household had once been the Avengers; the AI, nanotechnology, and other technologies that were still in process of making, are existing in this house were incredulous.

"How do I use it? And get out of it?"

"Excellent question. F.R.I.D.A.Y. will manage everything. You have nothing to worry about. Now off we go."

You have nothing to worry about. She wished it was true, hurrying behind him up the stairs of the lab. She felt moisture fill up her eyes as she looked at Pepper standing by the door. They knew each other barely, yet her kindness towards me was insurmountable. Without her getting Y/N to the hospital behind Stephen and Wanda's backs, she would never have got the chance to see Matt tonight.

Y/N had choked on a mouthful of bread when Pepper had informed me that everything that she had of mother had been burnt to ash and Stephen would take me somewhere safe once he returned from his errand in an hour. From his and Wanda's erratic behaviour and request to not let Y/N out till they returned, Pepper hardly believed he would keep up his promise of letting Y/N see Matt.

"You have got twenty... six minutes exactly from now," Tony announced as a Shelby Cobra and a Saleen slithered out of the garage door soundlessly.

"That will be enough," Pepper said, giving Y/N a small smile. "And where... are you going?"

"To the nuclear plant. Jane's got something for me."

"Really? Or are you chickening out Tony?"

"I'm scared of none," he replied indignantly.

"I never said you were scared."

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. put on the Mystic shields. Nobody breaks in other than our blood-sucking- Oww" Pepper elbowed him before he could finish. "They have names. Stephen, Wanda, and Loki," she said, sliding into the driver's seat. "But what if some other witch impersonates them? I was just giving clear-cut commands." Pepper didn't answer and zoomed into the darkness.

In the hospital, Rachael and Jade were sitting in the waiting room outside the ICU. One of the volunteers came out with the magazine cart and behind him Jade. The thing was a joke because the ICU is not a place where people come to stay for a long time. Not usually, anyway, Rachael and Y/N were a special case. But then again, Matt's case was different than their mother's. He was kept for observation while she had been kept from dying.

The white ceiling. The pale walls. And her still form wrapped in gauze. Still, so still. They had sat for hours looking at her closed eyes. At her slightly downturned face. At the tubes going into it. Her skin looked waxy.

Y/N blinked and pinched the bridge of her nose. She didn't want to see Matt like that. And he wasn't. He looked very much alive behind the glass doors. He wasn't dying like Jane.

"Stop." With her hand on the door, Y/N blinked back at Rachael. "You heard me," she said, still not looking up at her. "You have done enough damage already. It has to stop."

"Rachael, what have-"

"What have you not done?" Her red-rimmed eyes burned with pain and anger. She stopped to draw a deep breath and then went ranting on. It seemed she had wanted to say all this for years. "Don't tell me that I don't understand what you feel because I don't - I don't want to. Every time I try to accept you like my own- like dad expects me to, y-you do something crazy. No, crazy isn't appropriate... You find some way to push me to the bottom." Tears fled free from her eyes as Y/N peeked through mine. "Wasn't my mom enough?"

"S-she was my mom too."

"She never loved you," Rachael finally said, unleashing years of pent-up rage and jealousy.

"Okay," she tried to reach her, hold her and stop her violent shaking, "She... loved you, not m-me."

"If you get that then leave us alone. Spare one of our parents alive."

"I'm not doing this. I never hurt mom or any of our dads."

"You nevertheless aren't a good omen," she claimed. And she was right. Y/N never was. Death and destruction followed everywhere she went. "Go away like mom had taken you far from us."

Y/N had to choose my words very carefully then. "I can't do what you want. But I'll if your dad wants the same. I never- don't want to hurt him when he wakes up."

"He never will want you to go, if that's what you want to hear. He always tried to bargain for a family that wasn't ever there. He has to accept that. That imaginary family he thought he had, ceased to exist the day mom left us. All of us have to..."

Sometimes you want things that can't happen. That won't happen. And it's just how things are. "I guess that's it then."

There weren't any hugs. Any turn-backs. Or goodbyes. There was her dad who always denied the fact that there was no broken family, it always lived forever, and here was Rachael that called it all imaginary. Either way, she couldn't bid farewell to something that would always exist or to something that never existed.

"That was cruel," Pepper whispered.

"Some people don't understand that everyone has their fair share of misery and happiness. Rachel's one of them. And I'm tired of trying to make her understand that our losses are the same in one way or another."

[madsotc]

I became that dentist fucking nightmare too at least. the cavity developed under a layer of filling and the tooth was a whisper away from needing to be devitalised but he managed to save it. And when we got to the root canal portion of the event he fiddled in there for forever, muttering under his breath, eventually gave up and did another x-ray. When he called the assistant over to check, she just went "what in the world". And they wouldn't say anything more to me until he was done with the root canal (which he eventually managed), then he showed me the x-ray. The canal in that specific tooth is crooked like a hook (i was given to understand that is not common). His parting words to me were "if everyone's teeth were like yours I would not be doing this job" and then robbed me of an exorbitant amount of money.

[cheesehair]

now @devitalise

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[manonthomsonstudio4]

Reading // Gendered Devitalisations: A Double Reading of the “Vagina Dentata” Motif in India

Rossi, R. (2017). Gendered Devitalisations: A Double Reading of the “Vagina Dentata” Motif in India. Zeszyty Naukowe Uniwersytetu Jagiellońskiego. Studia Religiologica, 50(4), 345–357. https://doi.org/10.4467/20844077SR.17.022.8756

The motif of the “Vagina Dentata” appears throughout history as a symbol for the masculine fear of feminine sexuality or the “other”. The fangs or teeth that supposedly surround a woman’s vagina represent the “weaker’s” attempt to defend themselves against violence - often linked to cases of rape. The myth is rooted in a fear of the female body and this is a concept that I want to explore within my own work.

[relationshipsonline]

Australian Devitalised couples are more self-confident that their US counterparts

PREPARE/ENRICH research has found that satisfied couples tend to score high in assertiveness and self-confidence, and low in avoidance and partner dominance. Conversely, the tendency for unsatisfied couples is for one or both individuals to be low in assertiveness and self-confidence, and high in avoidance and partner dominance. PREPARE/ENRICH measures two components of overall…

[nonielixir]

Significance of Noni

All our diets lack in nutrients, our body require. NONI replaces vital nutrients which are depleted from our foods and not replaced by other supplements. It is observed that our body requires around 16 major nutrients and more than 150 micronutrients every day for proper functioning.

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Proper daily intake of sufficient nutrients effectively prevents almost all diseases. Nutritional deficiencies are caused due to the fact that the foods we eat are devitalised. Modern farming practices using chemicals, fertilisers and toxic pesticides have depleted our soil off much of its natural mineral components.

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